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.
The instant they opened the main door to the outside, it was like stepping
into paradise. The sun shone bright and warm over a sky that was
impossibly blue and clear. The muted sounds all around them were of
far off voices laughing and shouting. They could hear water splashing
and somewhere, a location impossible to discern, there was a calypso
Xander tipped his head back, closed his eyes and let the warmth bath his
face. The hand that held Spike's squeezed slightly.
"Feel that? Oh, god, Spike, it's amazing. This is going to be the best week.
A year ago, I never would have imagined I could have this. Or you. I
love you, Spike."
On the last pronouncement, Xander looked into Spike's eyes and he smiled
a smile that put the sun to shame. Spike squeezed his lover's fingers as his
way to answer without giving himself away with his cracked voice and
Knowing his lover could become maudlin if permitted to, Xander broke the
mood by tugging him away.
"Come on, let's see what's happening."
As they worked their way around to the outer deck, Spike was somewhat
relieved to see that the other couples that passed them were not all that different
than them. They were relaxed, chatting happily and there was no repeat of
the naked twink. Apparently he had been netted and was, at this very moment,
being pinned and poked and added to the big man's collection.
Most of the couples held hands, some kissed and playfully fondled. All happily
took advantage of the freedom to openly express their affections without the
critical eye of society chastising or demeaning them.
Following what seemed to be the path of most traffic, Xander led Spike forward
towards the front of the ship. Quickly, they reached a balcony type area. Leaning
against the high, accident prevention railing, they peered down onto the main deck
of the party boat.
"Holy fuck! Spike! Look!"
The area below was vast and could easily hold five football fields. There was a
huge swimming pool that had two jacuzzis to the left and a large water slide on
the right. There were palm trees, an outside cafe, a pool bar whose only access
was by swimming through an artificial grotto and a long row of wildly colorful
And everywhere there were men.
Big men, small men, white men and men whose skin was so black it shone
with a blue glint in the blinding sun. There were older men, chubby men and
men who could easily have just stepped from the pages of Playgirl magazine.
They all milled about. They dove in and swam, cutting cleanly through the
water. They stretched out on towels and lawn chairs. They tanned in the
sun and they sipped drinks in the shade. Spike was slightly surprised that
there were no wild orgies with fornication and anal antics being carried out
as he had imagined.
Xander chuckled and rubbed his hands together in glee.
"Now that's what I'm talking about. All these men and not a woman anywhere
to be seen. Don't get me wrong, you know I'm not a WH, woman hater, but
for a really good time you can't beat a ship full of gay men."
Spike snorted, signaling he was about to again correct one of his boy's erroneous
"Don't be silly. There are plenty of women on this ship. Maids, waitress', the
ship activity director was a woman, in fact....."
"Yeah, yeah, what the fuck ever. Let's go to the pool! Let's swim and lay in
the sun while we decide what to do next. Whadda ya say?"
Immediately a long list of why not's printed itself in Spike's brain. The first was
based in logic so he felt comfortable beginning with it.
"Can't. No trunks. Mores the pity. Yes, a nice cool dip in the......"
"Ha! Gotcha! I planned ahead. I'm wearing mine under my shorts. I didn't
figure you would get in the water, but you can sit and maybe dip your feet
while I swim. Please, Spike."
Xander's actions belied his request as he was already on the move. Quickly
catching up, Spike made it to the elevator just as Xander hopped on and the
door closed behind them. In less than a minute, when the doors opened again,
they were face to face with the thrill of a true Caribbean cruise.
Xander dashed out trusting that his boyfriend would stay close behind. When
they passed a small service area, Xander snagged a couple clean towels which
he tossed back for Spike to catch. He then hurried to the edge of the pool.
He stripped off his serviceably functional shorts to reveal a pair of very snug
and obscenely small speedos.
Spike stood, aghast, clutching the towels close to his chest and watching as his
handsome, sex god of a boyfriend climbed the ladder. He bounced twice on
the board before he executed a perfect swan dive into the pool, much to the
appreciative stares of half the pool population. Then he surfaced. He shook
his head and laughed. Spike frowned.
Xander had a magnificent body. Muscular, trim and toned. Tan and just
the right amount of hair running down his hard, flat stomach to a promise
that right now required less imagination than should be proper.
Spike sputtered. He wanted to immediately speak to each of the wanton,
horny men that was watching his boy with hungry expectant faces and tell them
that Xander was spoken for. In the end, he did the only thing he could. He
collected the discarded shorts and folded them neatly before finding a seat in
a spot of unobstructed observation. And he grumbled. He muttered curses
that resolved to soundly trounce any man who made unwelcome advances
or comments to his partner.
"It's hot, isn't it?"
Spike tore his attention from the area of concern and he turned to the left
where he had been joined by a small, delicate, pale man.
"I said, it's very hot. I try to stay out of the sun because I burn so easily. I imagine
you have the same problem. You are fair skinned too."
Spike found it simply absurd that this whimpy, puny creature would think that
they had anything in common and he planned to use his best tone to convey
and end this intrusive and unwelcome collaboration.
"Yes, well, if you are uncomfortable don't think you have stay on my account."
The stranger either did not take the hint or chose to dismiss it.
"You got an accent. Are you French?"
Spike sat bolt upright. Some horrendous insults could simply not be permitted.
"BRITISH! I'll have you know I am British. Not French!"
The stranger chuckled. He had a pretty good idea that would get a reaction
and he had not been disappointed.
"Sorry. My bad. My name's Teddy. And you are?"
Spike glanced over to assure himself that Xander was still there. He was
bobbing and surfacing like a dolphin and then submerging and disappearing
beneath the line of sight. Spike sighed. Apparently he was to be forced to
hold a mindless conversation with this twit so he turned in his chair to get a
better look at him.
"Yes, the bad is indeed yours. I'm Spike. William, actually, but everyone calls
me Spike. So, Teddy, are you on this cruise alone?"
Teddy turned his face away and the tone of his voice went from light and cheerful
to low and decidedly sad.
"I guess I am. This cruise was supposed to be my honeymoon but just a week
before the wedding, I got dumped. I already had the vacation time and I couldn't
face my family's pity right now, so, here I am."
Spike had no response. It was possibly the saddest thing he had ever heard.
It whispered to his own insecurities and he squirmed uncomfortably.