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High Seas

High Seas
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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
them.

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 room was everything Spike had feared it would be. It was dark, crowded
and vibrating with the bouncy buoyancy of Whitney Houston declaring that she
wanted to dance with somebody.

"Why do straight people always assume that every gay man on the planet loves
disco?"

"Because we do, Spike. Come on. There's a spot over at the bar. Let's go
order a couple drinks then find a table."

Before Spike could catalog his objections to this simple yet repulsive plan, a cry
of "Butt cheeks" rose up through the room and easily half the men on the dance
floor stopped, dropped their pants to their knees and bent over waggling their
hairy, unattractive arses high in the air. Xander cheered and Spike rolled his eyes.

Acting as a sort of shield, Xander walked a step behind and to the side to assure
that no one would accidentally bump or touch his phobic better half. Over the
last year, it was a posture that had become almost second nature.

When they claimed a place and caught the bartender's attention, Spike ordered
a white wine and Xander a Jack and Coke. Xander could feel Spike twitch
beside him and he knew the mob of humanity pressing in was starting to
overwhelm.

"I'll get the drinks. Why don't you go and find a table. Just sit anywhere and
I'll find you."

Spike nodded with relief and hurried to get away before the lack of oxygen and
the crushing mob suffocated him.

"Great cruise, huh?"

Xander glanced to the left and grinned.

"Yeah. This is my first time. It's fantastic."

The man beside him pressed closer so that their bodies now touched. Xander
leaned away and scanned the area, wondering what was taking the drinks so
long to arrive.

"Yeah. I do these trips once a year or so. Make a fucking fortune, I do. I see
you got one on the hook already. Kinda nerdy lookin' but, fuck, them's the
ones that pay the best."

Xander bristled and the pleasant smile fell from his lips. Thankfully, he could see
the bartender filling their order and he knew it would only be a moment longer.

"I'm not working. That nerd, as you called him, is my life partner and we are on
this cruise together."

Although somewhat surprised, the stranger offered a slimy, apologetic shrug.

"My bad. Guess I made a mistake."

Xander collected the drinks and smacked the cash down on the bar. Then
before leaving, he turned to fully face the large Latino man who was grinning
and oozing charisma and innuendo.

"Yes, it was your mistake. Now, if you will excuse me."

Not waiting or caring about a reply, Xander stepped away from the bar and the
small space he vacated was immediately filled by others shouting their orders
and waving their money. Glancing around, he was delighted to see a hand high
in the air. Spike had found a small table for two back near the wall. Xander
slapped the grin back on his face and he hurried over.

"Great table. We can sit back, make out and then go dance. You are going to
dance with me aren't you? Hit the floor? Shake some booty?"

"Dance? Um, possibly."

Spike studied his drink glass from all angles before taking a test sip. When it was
decided that it was not contaminated or poisoned, he relaxed and sipped again.
Then he looked over Xander's shoulder with a stern glare.

"Why were you talking to Juan?"

Xander craned his neck to follow the line of Spike's vision and again saw Mr. Oily
as he slithered toward an older businessman. Even in the dim light, Juan's white
teeth sparkled as he gave the impression that the balding man was the most
interesting person in the room.

"His name is Juan? How the hell do you know him?"

Spike continued to watch his suspect until the man blended into the crowd and
finally disappeared into the crush of flowing flesh.

"I don't know him. That's Teddy's ex. He is the one that left the boy at the altar
on their wedding day and broke his heart. Actually, I think Teddy was well rid
of him. He was a bit abusive as I understand."

Xander shook his head. How could this brilliant detective be so totally clueless
when it came to matters of the crotch?

"That right? Did Teddy happen to mention to you that Juan was a working man?
That kind usually doesn't walk down the aisle and exchange rings. That kind
generally expresses his love by accepting cash, checks or money orders."

Spike sputtered and choked on his wine before setting the glass down and leaning
over. He seemed oblivious to the fact that between the loud music and the
booming conversations bouncing around the room, no one could have heard him
if he had shouted his disbelief.

"Are you certain? Teddy never gave any indication...."

"Spike. I'm positive. In fact, he thought I was working this cruise too."

Spike felt as though he had been punched in the stomach. If he had been allowed
to bring his trusty taser on the trip he would have marched right over and given
Juan a couple thousand volts right in the head of his dick. When he started to
leap to his feet, Xander put a hand on his arm.

"Sit down. It isn't important. The fact is, one dog recognizes another and a year
ago, Juan would have been right. Now he isn't. So Juan's a hooker. Who cares?
Truth be told, I'm more suspicious of Teddy than I am of Juan. Don't you think
it's quite a coincidence that out of all these hundreds of passengers, the one person
in the cabin next to ours happens to sit down and strike up a conversation with you?"

Spike gave it some thought and, put that way, it was possibly a bit too long a stretch.
When he leaned back over to discuss it, he could see by the look on Xander's face
that the subject of Teddy had long past sailed. He was, instead, tapping his foot,
rocking his hips and taking the last swallow of his whiskey.

The room was alive. It breathed and moved as if it were a living thing. It was a
party that seemed like it had been running nonstop for days. The music thumped
from massive speakers that sent vibrations of bass through the floor and up your
legs as waves of men rose and fell in time to the beat of the tune.

The eye of the living beast was the huge globe of light that hung from the ceiling.
It circled and flashed white bolts of lightning before strobing in colors of red,
blue and green. It looked to Spike like a reject from the old Sunnydale roller
rink that closed down nearly twenty years ago.

Xander ran his hand up Spike's thigh and rested in the juncture of leg and balls.
The heat soaked through Spike's trousers and left an imprint on his skin.

"I'm gonna dance. You want to come?"

Spike answered with a wrinkled nose. A year ago, jealousy would have forced
him out onto the floor to protect what was his. Now, confidence allowed him to
relax within his bubble of space, his wine and a clear view of his boyfriend as
Xander danced and mingled.

"You go ahead. When they play a slow song, I'll dance with you."

Xander nodded and jumped to his feet. He took the time to give his lover a kiss
on the lips and then he was gone.

Spike sighed. Xander was perfect and from the way the other men clustered
around him, they saw it too. His body was trim, tan and muscular and when he
danced, every one of those muscles moved and rolled like pouring hot pudding
into a crystal goblet.

His hips pumped. His hands slid sensually down his stomach to briefly brush
over an erection that always grew thick whenever he felt the beat of the music.
The heat and the alcohol combined to raise his body temperature and cause
the back of his silk shirt to cling to his skin. It enticed anyone who saw it to
want to tug it loose with their teeth.

Spike watched the other men press in. They ground against his boy's arse and
they reached out to touch his chest. Xander didn't mind. It was harmless flirtation.
It was teasing. Spike had long ago stopped minding too. Xander was trustworthy.

Xander could feel the beads of perspiration on his upper lip. His scalp was damp
and his trousers were way too tight in the front. He was hot. Uncomfortably hot,
but the beat of the music held him captive. He looked over in the direction of his
attentive lover.

He knew Spike would be watching. Spike was always watching him. At work.
At home. It wasn't a suspicious spying. It was a flattering observation. It told
Xander everything Spike didn't say with words. He was admired. He was
cherished.

So he put on a show. He let himself be touched and it was heavenly. Hands
came from every direction to rub, grope and fondle him. The strobe light
overhead worked like the flashbulb on a camera. It gave Spike quick bursts
of illumination before again going dark and the soft porn movie that was being
acted out for him was caught only in peeps and peeks. It was maddening.

Spike squirmed in his seat. His own erection was pressing uncomfortably against
his zipper and he prayed it wouldn't leak and leave an unsightly damp spot on
the front. Linen trousers did not work well at concealing. Still, he couldn't look
away. When a young girl came by, he waved his empty wine glass in her
direction and she jotted it down on her pad.

Then, just when he feared he may come in his pants like a randy schoolboy,
something else caught his eye. A ruckus at the bar that had drawn the attention
of several other patrons and a bouncer. At the center of the disturbance stood
two men. Angry, shouting and both waving their arms. One small and pale
and one large and dark. Teddy and Juan. Spike squinted to get a better look.

The verbal argument was rapidly escalating and all attempts to calm the men were
failing fast. Suddenly Teddy's hand flew up and he slapped Juan across the face.
Hard. Juan's head snapped to the side with the force and he reacted instantly with
a raised, closed fist that was captured by one of the bouncers before it could reach
its target.

Both men were quickly and physically hustled out of the room and out of Spike's
line of sight.
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