bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

High Seas

High Seas

Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult for language and sexual content
Paring: S/X
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 scene was set as if it were taken directly from a television commercial
touting the romance and glamour of an ocean cruise. Mournfully, the ship's
horn blasted out two long, slow, hollow sounds that seemed to be bidding
the daylight goodbye and welcoming the arrival of a full, silver moon.

The huge forward deck was still buzzing with activity but now it was a calmer,
more muted group. Men continued to swim in the warm waters of the pool but
their gleeful shouts had quieted and the diving board and water slide were all
but forgotten.

Those in the hot tubs sipped drinks and made plans for the evening ahead.
Some laid on top of each other. Their evening plans were already in play.

Only one of the calypso bands still played, but now the men who danced to the
steel drums moved slowly, pressing their bodies together as they swayed and
kissed. They stepped marginally while their hands did a languid two-step up
the backs and down the butts of their partner.

Spike and Xander sat in deck chairs on the outer perimeter of the pool and held
hands. They marveled and commented on the fiery red streaks in the sky at
sunset and sighed happily when the darkness finally descended. The last time
Xander had been this content was in a small cabin in the woods. That had begun
the year of change for him.

The police academy had been a challenge but he knew for the job that he had
been given with Spike, it was necessary. He wanted to prove that he was more
than just a fuck boy that trots along behind his master with a ready wipe and a
bobbing head that says, "Yes sa." He had to be a part of the team if he ever
expected the other men to treat him with respect and look at him as more than
an ex-whore.

Then there was Spike. Besides loving him, Xander was in awe of the new
Police Chief. Spike had the instincts of a brilliant detective. He could look at a
crime scene and spot details that no one else could see. Sure, he was a quirky
pain in the ass but Xander could live with that. Especially if the alternative was
living without him.

Spike's hand slid down to assure himself that the towel Xander had placed
between Spike and the pool lounger was still in place. After seeing the naked
twink and all the hairy bodies of the men in their swimsuits, Spike knew there
was no way he could sit on the deck furniture without a layer of bleached
cotton protection between his person and the webbed plastic.

When he felt the slight squeeze of his fingers in Xander's hand, Spike sighed.
It killed him to admit it, but this was very nice. He prayed that Xander wouldn't
be a total prick and make him say the words of concession.

"So, what do you think, Spike? This isn't so bad, is it? I even let you win at

Spike sat bolt upright and turned in his seat, towel still in place.

"You LET me win? You LET me win? I'll have you know that I royally spanked
your arse! In fact, that sand trap that took you five strokes was my first hole in
one! After that I left you floundering in my dust. I'll have you know that I am
easily the Jack Nicklaus of mini-golf."

Xander grinned. He placed his hands behind his head and crossed his feet at the
ankles. Yeah, Spike was having a good time. Now it was time to see what other
shipboard activities they might enjoy.

"OK, sure you beat me. You are the king. You hit each hole fast, hard and with
your normal efficiency. A quick in and out before moving on to the next one.
Now me, I like to take my time. Go for the extra strokes that assure I hit the
hole in just the right spot. Work the balls and slide your grip on the shaft of
the club so that each swing is what the hole needs. You know, Spike, some-
times the joy of the game isn't in the rushing to the finish line. Sometime it is
better to slow down and find your pleasure in process rather than the result."

Xander was right. His Police Chief was a brilliant detective. He could read
the hints and clues, especially when they were so outrageously flagged and
waved in his face. Without question, Spike scrambled to his feet and he
frowned at his partner who was not doing the same.

"What are you waiting for? Wasn't that an offer for a heated coupling in our
cabin? I am assuming you brought the lube packets and arranged for an ample
supply of fresh towels to be delivered. Hop, hop, man. I have a budding
erection here and it does not like to be kept waiting."

Xander laughed. He considered mentioning that even in the dim light of the
twinkling stars and the artificial yellow deck globes, it was obvious that several
other couples weren't bothering to find their cabins. The deck was alive with
the rutting, grinding and soft moans of men who succumbed to the heat of the

The intoxicating combination of the warm, salty sea breeze blowing across their
nearly naked, dripping wet skin as they emerged from the pool and hot tubs,
along with the infusion of copious amounts of alcohol, was all they needed to
melt away any small fraction of inhibition that they may have carried around in
the real world.

Silently and nearly invisibly, a small crew of women, waitresses, bar maids and
cleaning women, moved around through the chairs, picking up towels, empty
glasses and wiping spills, hoping the frothy foam was only from a fruity drink they
had served earlier and not something more intimate.

Most of the females on the ship were delighted to be there. It was a relief not to
be hit on as they went about their duties and, because several of their co-workers
refused to sail on an all-gay cruise, it paid top dollar. As for the blatant, in your
face sexual activity, few were offended and most were intrigued.

Xander rose slowly. He yawned and stretched as if he had all the time in the world
as his partner huffed and fumed. Finally, when Spike threatened to go to the room
alone and wank until his pecker fell off, Xander laughed and took the fussy man
in his arms.

Xander cupped the sharp cheekbones in his large, warm hands and he leaned down.
Spike sighed. He slid his hands around the muscular body, feeling the play and the
flexing movement in his boy's back and shoulders. It always amazed Spike that this
magnificent sexual man would chose to be with him.

"I love you, Spike. Standing here in the middle of this vast ocean and limitless
sky, my love for you is bigger than both of those."

Spike's breath hitched at his lover's declaration. It was so improbable and
inconceivable yet the truth and honesty of it were clear. He could feel it on the
puffs of warm air that the words made. He could hear it in the tone that was low,
quiet and personal. They were words spoken only for him. They were emotions
and truths that no one else would ever hear come from Xander's soft, smiling lips.
It was the salve that soothed Spike's OCD pain.

It was as if Xander was a highly skilled therapist and Spike was the patient.
Although nothing could cure him, Xander's love was what made Spike's
life livable.

"I love you too, Xan. I love yo...."

The rest was understood as Xander cut him off with a kiss. He pulled their bodies
tightly together and pressed his lips to the thin ones. Without hesitation, Spike
opened his mouth and welcomed the dominating power of his boy as Xander's
tongue plunged in, taking and tasting. He had long ago reconciled with himself
the ratio of potential germs to the elevated promise of pleasure.

Finally, when his head was swimming and his knees were weak, Xander stepped
back. He ran his hand down Spike's chest, stomach and brushed lightly over
the shorter man's raging erection.

"Well, well, it seems as if that budding erection is now in full bloom. Come on,
let's go harvest that puppy."

Spike giggled like a schoolgirl at Xander's ridiculously corny lines and allowed
himself to be led away. As they made their way across the deck, weaving in,
out and around the couples in various stages of intimacy, Spike caught a glimpse
of Juan the bully boyfriend. Surprisingly, he was rubbing the back of a fat, hairy,
unattractive man who was crudely wanking while Juan massaged.

'That's him?' Spike wondered. 'That's the man he dumped Teddy for? Huh, guess
there really is no accounting for taste.'
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