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High Seas

High Seas
36/36

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.


This time it was Xander who paced the small cabin restlessly. By the time Teddy's
confessions had been extracted and the details wrapped up, it was late in the
afternoon. Spike had sent him on ahead and remained with Captain Marks while
the captain notified the owners of the ship line and filled them in on the results of the
investigation.

Just as Xander's patience had reached its limit and he was about to go in search of
his wayward chief, he heard the key card swipe and the door open. The minute Spike
entered the cabin, the electricity sparked in the air. This was what Xander had been
waiting on. This was what he expected. Whenever Spike solved a big case, he was
charged. He was psyched and every inch of his body vibrated with nearly explosive
sexual energy.

Slamming the door behind him, Spike's blue eyes flashed and sparkled as he snapped
off the rubber gloves he wore. He carelessly tossed them to the floor and he pointed
to his assistant.

"Get naked! I'm home and I'm slammin' ham!"

Xander bounced on the balls of his feet as he hurried to comply, chuckling and
shaking his head in disbelief as he did.

"Ham slammin'? You actually used the term ham slammin'?"

Spike's bravado and bluster waned slightly. His brow crinkled unsurely as he
questioned his use of the term.

"That is the proper use of the vernacular isn't it?"

By now, Xander was naked. His clothes were tossed recklessly aside and he was
already stroking a budding erection, encouraging it to fullness.

"It actually was. You never fail to surprise me, baby."

Spike's grin was back. He peeled off his clothes, folded them and placed them on
the chair. When the boxers dropped, it was obvious that he had been ready for
some time.

"All righty then. Get the towels! Get the lube! Get your naked arse on the bed!
Daddy is makin' bacon."

Xander hurried to comply but on the last order, his head poked out of the bathroom.

"Um, you might want to cut out the pig references, Spike, or you may just find yourself
skinning your own sausage."

Spike was standing beside the bed, waiting impatiently while Xander did the prep work.
He stared down at his own cock and, as he always did, marveled in the beauty of it.
Long, pale pink and with just the perfect girth to fit in a hand, it was hard as steel and
covered in a rubbery flesh that easily slid up and down, causing the hood of skin to
conceal then reveal the fat, puffy head.

It was wonderful. Spike's breath quickened as his hand pushed the foreskin up as far
as it would go before squeezing and pulling it back down to find the first glistening drop.
He licked his lips, wishing he could swipe his tongue over it to taste and tease it.

"Fuck, Spike. Damn, I could cum from just watching you jerk off."

Spike pressed the forefinger and middle finger of his left hand around the root of his
cock as his right fist continued to work its magic. It was like scratching an itch that
itched more the more you scratched. He wanted to close his eyes and listen to Xander's
husky voice, knowing the boy was watching him. He wanted to lose himself in the
pleasure of his own making till the moment of ecstasy swept him away. But not this
time. This time he wanted to plunge deep into the hot, welcoming body of his lover.
He wanted to dominate him. Own him.

Spike's eyes never left his own manhood as he harshly whispered the next order.

"Put it on me."

Xander didn't have to ask what. He rammed his hand down into the side pouch of
their suitcase and he pulled out a handful of condoms. As his own neglected hard-on
bounced with each step he took, Xander hurried back to his lover. He ripped the
foil in his teeth and he carefully positioned the ring over the damp, glistening head.
Quickly, he rolled it down as Spike hissed at the promises to come.

Xander then wrapped his arms around the smaller man and hungrily dove in for a
kiss. The feel of the false skin on Spike's cock as it pressed against him caused his
gut to churn and his hole to squiggle in anticipation of the burn. His tongue tried to
take over Spike's mouth but Spike wasn't having it. This was his fuck and he was
in charge.

At times like this, Xander would have sworn Spike was six foot tall. He held Xander's
face in his hands and with his lips and body, he pushed the younger man back until his
legs hit the bed. Once there, he broke the kiss and he shoved Xander roughly onto
the cool sheets.

Wasting no time, Spike dropped onto the bed on his knees and Xander grabbed
his own dick. Xander's feet were flat with his legs open and inviting, and he watched
as Spike eased forward, his hands on Xander's knees and a menacing grin on his face.

"Grab your legs and lift your arse!"

Xander let out a small whimper of excitement as he complied, and immediately
Spike stuffed a towel under the larger man's butt. Sitting back on his heels between
Xander's thighs, Spike squeezed the pack of lube and watched it dribble over the
boy's anxious cock. Mixed with a pearly drop of pre-cum, it streamed down,
adjacent to the throbbing, protruding vein, soaking the nest of wiry curls and finally
it reached the cave of many treasures.

It was a dribbling journey that had both men entranced and twitchy. Their bodies
arched toward each other and both dicks jerked. Spike wondered if that was what
Reagan meant by his trickle-down effect. It must have been, because a fucking was
definitely in the works.

Snapping on a fresh rubber glove, Spike swirled his fingertip through the slick that had
warmed when it hit the flesh and he spread it around the opening of Xander's body.
Xander immediately gripped his slimy cock and he pulled it up, causing the nut sac to
lift out of the way, and Spike's finger plunged in. Xander sighed. His head lolled back
and each pull on his dick was accompanied by a breathy, "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

When two fingers met little resistance, Spike could wait no longer. He coated his
gloved hand with the lube in Xander's pubic hair and he slicked up his own penis. He
then scooted closer and he aimed his arrowhead for the bull's-eye. As he pressed
forward, he felt the wrinkled opening twitch and relax against him. It was all the
invitation he needed.

"Easy. Damn, it's gonna feel so good."

Xander willed his body and his cranny to ease and accept what was coming. When
he did, Spike pushed and the thick head slid in on a burn and a twinge. Xander jerked
and moaned.

"Oh, fuck. Jesus, that hurts so good. Wait. Just wait. Yeah. Yeah. OK."

Spike felt his lover's body accept the intrusion and he slid on in. Immediately that
caused an internal spasm of squeezes that felt like heaven. Hot. Tight. Impossibly
tight. Wonderful. It grabbed Spike's cock. It tried to push him out. It tried to pull
him in. Spike held still. He strained on arms that held him up and he fought the urge
to plunder and fuck.

Finally he opened his eyes and looked down into Xander's smiling face. Beautiful.
Handsome. Ready. Spike eased back, feeling the drag as his foreskin was forced
forward before he shoved and felt the skin stretched back. It set fire to a thousand
nerve endings and he did it again. Faster. Deeper. Again. Again. His hips set a
rapid-fire pace that rammed his cock into the hot crevasse. His face screwed up in
concentration and strain as his whole body felt the compulsion of the fuck.

Xander wanted deeper. He wanted harder. He wanted the pain to border on too
much. Pulling his knees closer to his chest, he braced his feet on Spike's chest and
let the smaller man bend him nearly in half. He then went to work on his own rigid,
impatient dick. He fisted and he stroked. His hand worked a steady slip and slide
as the man on top of him pounded relentlessly into his body.

His skin was hot. He was perspiring profusely and every muscle strained as though
he were running a marathon whose finish line was a pot of gold. He forced his eyes
open and he looked up. Spike's face was only inches from his own and the fire of
passion in the blue eyes was stunning. It was accentuated by a series of animalistic
grunts, groans and sounds that had no connection to coherent thought. Spike's
climax was near. Xander could smell it.

It was a heavy musk that hung in the air. A fog that filled his nose. An odor so heady
he could taste it on his tongue. It filled both their senses. It swam through their brains.
It blurred their vision. It buzzed in their ears and finally it exploded and burst forth from
their bodies in a wrenching wave of orgasmic pleasure so overwhelming that neither
knew the other had also cum.

Not until it slowly receded. Not until their breathing eased and their heartbeats slowed.
Not until Spike's back, arms, and shoulders gave out and he collapsed onto the larger
man beneath him. Not until the softening pecker, with a bulging bubble on the end,
was carefully extracted from its receptacle. Only then did they roll together, then
apart as Xander carefully removed the soiled condom, knowing Spike would be
unable to touch it.

"Holy fuck! You really know how to lay down the pipeline. Admit it, Spike, this
was one hell of a vacation and when the boat docks tomorrow, you will miss this.
Hey, speaking of, did the captain say the authorities would be waiting for our reports?"

Spike ran a hand down the sweat on his chest. His stomach lurched in revulsion and
he longed for another hot shower. He also hoped Xander didn't plan on taking these
sheets home with them. They would, of course, have to be burned.

"Huh? Oh, no. After talking to the owners of the cruiseline, they decided to chalk
all this up as a gay prank rather than a murder plot. Bad publicity and all."

Xander flipped over on his side to make sure Spike wasn't just pulling his leg.

"What? Are you serious? What about all our work? All the evidence? What about
Juan paying Kevin a thousand for killing Teddy? Huh? What the fuck about all that?"

Spike shrugged. "Well, there really isn't any evidence other than Juan and Kevin's
statements, which they have both recanted. As for the money, I'm sure Mickey will
pay Juan back to square it all up. So case closed. They want it all hushed up."

"So that's it? We did all that work for nothing? Wait a minute. Why the fuck are
you taking all this so calmly?"

Spike grinned and picked a tiny nonexistent lint ball from his belly button.

"Because the owners were so grateful for all our efforts, and now for our promise of
confidentiality, that they have offered us a lovely parting gift. When they asked me what
I wanted, I just happened to mention that 50” flat-screen TV you had your eye on.
I believe they are delivering it this weekend."

Xander let out a whoop and a squeal before scooping the smaller man in his arms and
kissing every inch of sweaty skin he could reach. Spike squirmed to get away as he
imagined a million cooties growing and multiplying between them.

Through it all, both men agreed it was a vacation they would long remember.
Xander knew he would have a hard time topping it next year, but he was sure going to try.

The end.
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