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.
Xander swiped the key card in the cabin door lock. As soon as the little light
turned green, Spike muscled him out of the way and he hurried inside. With a
chuckle and an air of nonchalance, Xander followed. He tossed the card on
the table and he plopped down in the corner chair as he began to remove his
"Yeah, sure is a nice night. Calm seas. Warm breezes. Twinkling stars."
In contrast to Xander's relaxed mood, Spike was moving like a whirlwind. He
had already removed and folded his shirt and trousers and was now rushing
around the small space to prepare for the activities his dick was nagging about.
He had carefully folded down the covers and mentally blessed his boy for the
fresh, untouched sheets.
"Huh? Oh, right, that. Calm. Warm. Twinkling. Say, you did say you brought
the lube, didn't you? The Blue Steele? That one is water soluble and cleans
up so efficiently."
Xander watched the muscles in his lover's back as he bent and reached and
moved. Few people had ever seen the Chief without a shirt. More's the pity.
Like everything else in Spike's life, his care and tending of his body was meticulous.
When Xander moved in, he was surprised to find that Spike had one room in his
apartment outfitted with one of the most expensive, top-of-the-line weight machines
which he used daily.
Watching the obsessively neat man engaging in uncharacteristic grunting, heaving,
straining and sweating had initiated some of the most amazing sexual adventures
even Xander could recall experiencing. Despite the hours of scrubbing and
disinfecting the mats and benches afterwards, it had been worth it!
Unaware of Xander's intense scrutiny, Spike continued to prepare the bed for
the coupling that his body craved. With his hands on his hips, he decided that
the top cover was as measured and evenly folded as possible without a yardstick,
He then dashed off toward the bathroom with a wave of his hand and a "Be
Xander lifted up enough to slide his shorts and boxers down off his hips to his knees.
He moaned. The wonderful feel of liberating his turgid, hot cock felt amazing
and his hands immediately cupped, stroked and massaged. He quickly kicked
his pants off his legs and spread his knees wide apart.
"Damn, baby, what's taking you so long?"
"One more minute."
The breathless tone in Spike's voice told Xander that his lover was as needy as he
was and he knew there wouldn't be a lot of playtime preceding this performance.
Xander leaned back in his chair. He stared past his flat, lightly haired stomach down
the treasure trail to his friend. His buddy. His little caveman.
Like all dicks, Xander's had no ability to reason right from wrong. It just wanted.
It wanted to be squeezed into dark places. It wanted to be manhandled through
warm damp tunnels. It wanted....
"Here. I'm here. Sorry. I had to count the towels to make sure we had plenty for
after. Then I laid out our own soap and tossed those little fucking chips they leave
on the side of the tub."
The whole time he was talking, Spike had again turned his back to where Xander
sat. He was bent over the bed and spreading two large, thick towels out to cover
a spot where they would lay, in hopes of absorbing whatever fluids were expelled in
Xander continued to stroke his cock as he again watched. Spike's legs were apart
and he was bent at the waist. His legs were long, strong and reached all the way
up until they made a total an ass of themselves. Between the pale, round globes
was the view Xander liked the best. It was the white, soft strip of skin that led to
the back of the fuzzy, swaying nut sac. For some reason, he loved to look at that.
It fascinated him. Maybe because it was the one angle a man could never see on
It was a magnetic pull that lifted Xander from his chair and moved him silently
across the small space where he lowered himself to his knees, never taking his
eyes off the point of persuasion.
The instant the large warm hands touched the backs of his thighs, Spike stilled.
His fussing stopped and he rested his palms on the bed with a sigh. His own
neglected erection tingled with hope.
"So fucking perfect. Smooth, pale, firm. If I were a vampire, I'd bite these
delicious ass cheeks."
Then, to emphasize the point, Xander clamped his teeth down on one of the
cheeks and he growled and shook his head. Spike's dick jumped with excitement
and he whined.
"Vampire's don't just bite. They...."
"Suck? Is that what you want me to do? Suck on you?"
Before Spike could give the big 'Hell, yes' of affirmation, Xander spread his lover's
ass open wide and he dove in. His tongue swiped over the tight wrinkled opening
and he nibbled, bit and licked every inch as Spike arched, cursed and thrust his
hips back in an effort to assist.
Placing his hand on the back of Spike's right thigh, he patted. Reading the signal,
Spike lifted his leg, resting his foot on the bed and exposing himself even more.
At the same time, he knew this was to be a doggie night and that was more than
alright with him. Reaching over, he snatched the packet of Blue Steele off the
night table and he ripped it open, all the time being swamped with the squiggly,
electric feeling in his stomach and balls as his lover continued to rim his arse.
Images of toothpaste, floss and mouthwash flashed in his brain before being
expelled as a sharp smack to his rump corrected him.
"Stop thinking! Now, hand over the lube. If you don't want to be eaten, I
guess I'll just have to fuck you."
Spike swayed on his feet. With nearly no blood in his brain, he was unable to
intelligently deal with the conflicting notions that while, yes, he did still want his
heaven's gate licked and sucked, he also needed to move things along before his
own volcano cock exploded in an embarrassing incident of premature eruption.
He babbled a few weak apologies and evasive explanations. Despite his
temporary mental handicap, he was extraordinarily proud of himself as he had the
initiative to dribble a bit of lube on his own dick before passing it through his legs
for his teammate to make the touchdown.
Xander slicked his cock, taking the time to stroke himself and float in the glorious
sexual feel of manual manipulation. Although his body didn't care that he was
being selfish, he reluctantly released himself and shifted to oiling his lover's tight
hole. When two fingers slid right in, they both knew Xander's skilled tongue had
done it's job.
"Relax, baby. Don't tense up."
Xander ran his hand soothingly up the backbone nubs on Spike's back. His
lover's breath came in short puffs of, "Yeah, yeah. Just do it, yeah?" All the
time Spike's hand was squeeze-pulling on his wet, slimy cock as he waited for
the wonderful burn of being split open. His legs trembled from the strain of the
awkward position but gave no consideration to readjustment.
Spike's permission was moot. Xander's cock was headed home and nothing
short of striking an iceberg and sinking to the bottom of the ocean would
dissuade him. Leaning back, he sucked in his stomach to assure a clear view
and Xander lined his cock up to the hot opening that waited impatiently.
With a snug grip beneath the head, Xander hunched over his lover's body and
he pushed. Instinctively, Spike clenched up. His head dropped and his fists
grabbed handfuls of towel as the fat flesh forced its way into his body.
"Fuck. Wait. Wait."
"Easy, baby, relax. Christ, so tight."
To distract him, Xander ran his palms around to Spike's stomach. He dug his
fingers into the nest of crisp blond curls then he entwined his hands with Spike's
to help him stroke and wank. Spike bore down. As the sphincter's iron grip
on Xander's cock eased, his hips began to rock and soon he was fully seated.
Both men groaned at the blissful joining. The rough part was over. Shifting his
hands to Spike's hips, Xander drew back, glanced down at his shiny shaft, then
thrust. When he did, his penis slammed into that small nub that sent waves of
agonizing ecstasy ping ponging through Spike's bladder and into his cock and balls.
"Damn! Fuck! Yes! Right there!"
That was a green light. Xander's butt cheeks clenched and relaxed with a steady
rhythm as he pulled and pushed his way in and out of the hot, tight, highway to
heaven. He was envious. He wished his whole body was one big dick that could
crawl up inside this man and squirm around. He chuckled at the mental image
knowing when his cognitive functioning returned, even he would find that a bit on the
Now he was snapping. Desperation for relief had him at optimum speed and from
the grunts and whines coming from his partner, Xander knew Spike was also
racing for the finish line. He wanted to slow down and drag it out. He wanted
to wait and reach release with his lover. He wanted....
Spike's orgasm hit first. It slammed into him without warning and nearly caused
him to tumble to the bed. When he realized that two strong arms had encircled
him and held him upright, Spike slumped and let the bolts of wrenching pleasure
charge through him. Up his legs, through his nuts and into the muscles of his
arse that clamped and rippled around the intruder.
It was the final coaxing. Like milking a cow's teat, Spike's body tugged and
drew at the enlarged member stimulating it beyond resistance. Xander's ears
rang and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he rammed himself in as deeply as
possible just as his cock twitched, jerked and unloaded into the welcoming channel.
"Damn. Damn. Good. So good."
Gradually, the moment passed and Xander knew Spike would be desperate to
get into the shower. He hated to let him go. He wanted to stay inside his man
"Xan, I need to...."
"Yeah, I know. Hold still while I...ow,ow,ow."
When disattached, Spike slapped a hand over his opening and he shuffled toward the
bathroom. Xander sighed and watched him go before flopping onto the bed.