Rating: Adult for language and sexual content
Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named
in this story, however the plot and words are her own.
Warning: Violence (nongraphic) and strong M/M sexual content.
Summary: OCD Spike is back! It has been a year since Xander and
Spike met in Rough Diamond and they have been living and working
together ever since. As an anniversary present, Xander takes a reluctant
Spike on a gay ocean cruise and everything, including murder, goes with
Appreciation to: Petxnd for her wonderful banner and patient preread
and to Silk_ Labyrinth for her beta. Any remaining boo-boos are the
result of the Bee's stubbornness.
Thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banner and the faithful friendship.
Spike was conflicted.
It warmed his heart to know that Xander had gone to all this trouble to make
sure that the cabin would be presentable and acceptable, although certainly far
from perfect. And he would never do or say anything to hurt his lover's feelings.
However, Spike knew with absolute certainty that he could not sail on this
restrictive confinement of depravity and suspicious hygiene.
It was simply out of the question. The only problem was how to break
the news to Xander without crushing the boy's wonderful spirit.
Xander stood back, his arms crossed and the ever-present, easy-going smile
warming his face. He knew Spike. His lover was a control freak and Xander
could read him like a book. He patiently waited as Spike readied all his
arguments and points of discussion. It didn't take long.
"Xander, love, I am overwhelmed that you went to such lengths for me and
I must say, this certainly was an anniversary surprise that I will never forget.
However, you must realize that we can't stay. I mean, there would be no way
off. We would be trapped out on the open waters for a bloody week and no
land in sight."
"Actually, we do dock at several ports. It gives the passengers time to disembark,
do some shopping, see the local color."
Spike's face screwed up in horror at the thought of their tromping through the jungles
of an uncivilized Third World country. He envisioned dodging headhunters and
stumbling upon great stone altars probably still in use for human sacrifices.
"Yes, well lovely as that sounds, it simply can't be done. Now, we don't want
to miss the lifting of the gangplank so I suggest we collect our baggage and make
our way back to the port. Tell you what! How about we stop at one of the,
um, no, that wouldn't...DEE'S! We pass right by Dee's Diner on the way home.
We could have a very nice anniversary dinner there. My treat of course. What
do you say?"
Xander uncrossed his arms. With one hand on his hip and the other scratching
his head, he appeared to give the offer great thought. Slowly he stepped to
where Spike stood and he heaved a great sigh of concession. He batted his sad
puppy eyes and he ran his hands down the front of Spike's expensive Italian
"I guess you are right. I don't know what I was thinking. It just seemed like such
a perfect way for us to spend our anniversary. A little fun. No work, no phones,
no interruptions. I'm sorry, Spike. Of course we will go."
Xander leaned down and softly kissed the tense lips. His head tipped and he ran
his tongue across the seam. As expected, Spike's mouth relaxed, softened and
finally opened, welcoming the warm, slick tongue that felt as normal in his mouth
as his own. Xander gave it his best. As he did, he registered the reactions in
the rest of his lover's body.
He noted the unlocking of the muscles in his arms, the slight curving backward
of Spike's spine and the shift of rigidity from his legs to his cock. When that
happened, Xander broke the kiss. Spike blinked owlishly. He sucked in
oxygen and he batted his hooded blue eyes.
Mentally, Xander gave an evil cackle. Outwardly, he checked his expression
and knew if he was to be successful, the timing was critical. Gently, he ran
his hand under the suit coat and let his fingertips walk up the button trail of the
perfectly pressed white shirt.
"Heeeey, I have an idea. We still have a couple hours before the ship leaves
port, and the room is already paid for. Why don't we have our own quick
little celebration before we go? Hmmm? What do you say?"
Spike's brain tried to sort out the particulars of this suggestion. What time was it?
When did the ship leave? How long would it take to get their luggage collected
and sent back to the dock? They were all questions whose answers were vital
to the solution of Spike's quandary. They were all questions that were almost
impossible to weave through. With nearly no blood left in his brain, it was like
trying to drive a Jaguar on an empty tank.
"Um, well, if you are sure we.... What time did you...? What if we...?"
"Shhh. Just relax, Spike. Let me worry about all that."
Xander leaned down and gently kissed the side of Spike's neck. As his fingers
quickly worked to loosen Spike's silk tie and pop open the top shirt button, he
sucked the shorter man's earlobe and received the expected shudder in response.
Spike's voice was breathless as the warm air puffed against Xander's cheek.
Xander's large, warm hands ran down Spike's sides, feeling just a hint of ribs
before reaching the trim waist. At that point Spike's hands rose like puppet
strings and rested on Xander's shoulders to wait. Years in the profession
honed Xander's skills and proficiencies as his palms slid around the circle of
leather to the belt's silver buckle.
Off in the background, he heard the ship's final warning bell. Non-passengers
had only a short time to leave the ship or be labeled as stowaways. Xander
captured the pliant mouth in another deep, tongue-lunging kiss that had his
lover swaying on his feet. At the same time, Xander quickly flipped open the
belt and popped the trouser button.
"Wait, Xander. Maybe we shouldn't.... It would be wrong to sully...."
Xander smirked at the weak, halfhearted objection.
"Don't worry, baby. We won't leave a trace. I promise to swallow every single
"Oh, sweet lordy lord."
Spike whimpered and his legs began to buckle. With his hands still on Xander's
shoulders, he was able to steady himself as his boy slowly sank to his knees.
When Xander was nose to crotch, he lowered the zipper, reached into the boxer
pouch and wrestled the rock-hard trouser snake from its lair.
Spike's hips canted forward. He fought the urge to close his eyes. He knew from
past experience that there was no sight more erotic than watching his boy wrap
his firm, full lips around Spike's long, pink cock. It was better than porn.
Xander took one big slurp, coating the cock wetly with saliva then releasing it.
He knew the sensation of the cool air encasing the wet shaft and oozing tip would
send shivers rushing through Spike's body. It was deliciously uncomfortable.
"Ah, fuck. You are a right bully, you are. Don't tease me, Xander. Please suck
on me. Please."
Xander looked up into the pleading blue eyes and the tip of his tongue slipped
out like a serpent. It tickled, poked and prodded the twitching piece of meat
as Spike continued to whine and push himself closer. His hands went from the
iron grip on Xander's shoulders to cup the back of the boy's skull and he tried
to pull the face forward.
Xander was on his own pace and wouldn't be hurried. When he believed Spike
had reached the point of desperation Xander needed, he took pity on him.
Reaching in again, he scooped out the nuts and rolled them in his left hand as he
wrapped his right around the eager, throbbing dick. He swallowed it down.
Spike grunted. His stomach muscles clenched, causing him to jerk and double
over. Xander's thumb and forefinger circled the root of the cock in his mouth
and he quickly set a rhythm. When the dick was fully in his mouth, he played
with it with his tongue. Tickled it, circled it and wrapped it like a taco.
As the penis slipped out of his mouth, Xander's thumb and finger grip followed,
giving it a slight twist beneath the head before he vacuumed it back in.
The pattern was set with intensity. Spike rocked his hips in time with Xander's
efficient repetitive pattern. His ears buzzed and his vision was blanked with a white
light that he suspected was the face of God smiling down on him. Words, or
pseudo-words, tumbled from his lips as he cursed, muttered and praised his lover's
agility and ability to multitask.
Xander's knees were starting to ache on the hardwood floor. His own neglected
cock throbbed in his shorts yet he gave no thought to pleasing his own flesh.
When he felt the subtle lurch of the massive ship as it began its departure from
the dock, Xander gave a nip of distraction to the hard bundle of nerves under the
fat head of Spike's cock.
It was like pulling a trigger and almost immediately Spike squatted slightly and
his cock began shooting thick, heavy wads of hot, bitter release into Xander's
mouth. As promised, he swallowed every drop and when it appeared to be
slowing down, even licked the sensitive head clean.
Spike slumped. His usually immaculate appearance was now rumpled. His
shirt was pulled from his pants and wrinkled. His tie was cocked to the side
and his pants hung open with a half hard dick flopped out. His face was slack
with a huge grin. Then, as the blood slowly seeped northward, the corners of
his mouth slid south.
"HEY! Oh, my lord!"
Spike spun around. With his trousers hanging off his hips and restricting his
movements, he shuffle-stepped quickly over to the small porthole. When he
jerked the window open and stuck his head out, he knew he had been had.
The sight of the waving, cheering crowds on the dock was fading fast. His
fucking ship had sailed. With him aboard.