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"120 years." "So?" "So? In 120 years, I haven't done *that* and I don't plan on changin' my ways, thank you very much." "Come on, Spike. I'll let you do *me* too," Xander called temptingly from their bedroom. "No soddin' way. I'm not a bleedin' woman." "It's not just for women, Spike. I promise you'll like it." "How do you know? Don't tell me that Her Lady of Perpetual Tactlessness let you--" "No," Xander said, embarrassed. "I just…know. The less said the better. Come on…" "Well say as much as you like, 'cause I'm not getting near you when you're wielding sharp metal instruments. Period." "You know, in some cultures what I do would be considered normal." Spike continued to stare at him without blinking. Xander scowled at his lover. "Fine. Will you at least *join* me?" Xander pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a lean golden chest. He began unzipping his jeans and let them drop to the ground. Never one to be outdone, the vampire shucked his coat and pounced on his lover, pinning him to their bed. "This isn't the shower." "No," Spike said, nuzzling Xander's neck. "You catch on quick. Not even *close* to the shower. Note the obvious lack of water and hair-care products." Xander moaned as Spike's hand slid under his boxers to run through dark, wiry curls. "Beautiful, pet. You're so beautiful…" "I'll still be beautiful when I do this. Both of us--" Xander gasped as Spike began stroking his weeping cock. "Both of us will be so…so…" His words were choked off as he came. Spike continued to pin him to the mattress, happily licking him clean. "You know," Xander said and stretched languidly, "this is what the shower is for: cleaning." "Uh-huh." Spike was licking thoroughly around the base of Xander's softening cock. Xander struggled to stand and then removed the boxers, which had made their way past his thighs. He crossed the room slowly so as to give the vampire an indication of what could come. Spike, for his part, maintained his calm façade despite being horny as hell and, as yet, unfulfilled. Xander shut the door and then the vampire heard water running and the sound of a shower curtain being pulled back. Spike picked up a book and tried hard not to let the sounds from his second-favorite room effect him. He'd withstood greater temptations and tortures before. Why just last week Xander had invited the Scoobies over for Movie Night and-- "Are you coming?" Spike looked up and saw Xander stood huddled at the bathroom door. His hair was wet and curling, his skin pink and shiny with water, and just the slightest trace of bubbles were foaming over his chest. The picture was hard for Spike to resist. Then he let his gaze travel lower. Xander had found his second wind and his cock was an excellent indicator of that fact. What shocked the vamp, however, wasn't the erect member but the base of Xander's dick. There was…nothing. Nothing at all. In one hand, Xander still held a razor. Xander ran his other hand over the smooth, sensitized skin. "You come out to kiss me?" Spike growled, betraying nothing. "Oh, I'd like to kiss you, but I just washed my hair. And I shaved. See? All pretty and smooth for you." Xander brushed his hand against the sleek skin again. Spike couldn’t speak. His mouth moved open and closed, trying to find words. Xander's enthusiasm wavered. "You *do* think it looks hot, right? I'm not a total freak?" Xander bit his lip nervously. That was the last straw for the vampire. Spike began stripping off his clothes, stumbling as he kicked his trademark black jeans away in an effort to get closer to his lover and the newly exposed skin. When he finally made it to Xander he hesitated, then ran a finger over the skin. "Pretty…So pretty…" the vamp repeated. "It's supposed to make it look bigger, too. I mean, I heard it might…" "Bloody stallion, you are. Always have been." Spike quickly knelt and took the hard length into his mouth, deep-throating it until his lips were nearly flush with the smooth flesh. Xander shuddered, cold and dripping and very pleased with Spike's appreciation. "Spike?" "Yeah, pet?" "I'm cold." "Not cold," he growled, licking and exploring the newly exposed flesh. "So hot…" "Kinda wet here. The shower's still going…" "Uh-huh.." "It's your turn." Spike released his cock and lifted his head and met Xander's challenging gaze. "Come on, Spike." Xander waved the razor temptingly in front of the vampire's face. "You know you wanna…" Spike's gaze alternated between his lover's longing face and his bare, sexy new look. With a nervous nod, Spike let Xander lead him to the bathroom where he stepped nervously into the shower. As if Xander were leading him to his doom, the vampire said, "Can't believe I'm lettin' you do this." "You're gonna love the way it feels Spike. Trust me." "*Do* trust you, Xan. Always." Xander gently kissed the vamp one last time then knelt on the floor of the shower. The razor slipped from his hand and clattered to the shower floor. "Oops." "Oops?" "Oops. Hold still." "Course I’m gonna hold still, pet. Don't fancy you cuttin' my willy off just yet." Xander liberally applied shaving cream to Spike's pubic hair while the vampire tried to maintain his calm disguise. "Shouldn't you be trimming this first? You know, don't want razor burn." "You're an undead creature of the night and you're worried about razor burn?" "Just--," Spike licked his lips, "just don't want you to make me look foolish," Spike finally admitted. "You're gonna look *hot*, Spike. You trust me, remember?" Spike nodded, then turned away, unable to look as Xander began to shave him. After a few gentle strokes, however, Spike began to relax. Xander tenderly moved the razor over sensitive flesh, massaging Spike's balls and cock with the gentlest of touches as he did so. By the time Xander huskily said, "Finished," the water was cold but Spike was hot and hard. Xander found a towel and began rubbing Spike down, patting the sensitive skin, then looking to Spike for the final judgment. The vampire ran his palm down his belly and over the hard flesh. Xander bent and left a kiss on the bare skin and followed it with a small lick. He heard a sudden growl above him and when he met Spike's gaze, the vampire's eyes were tinged with yellow. Before he could ask what was wrong, Xander was being lifted and carried forcefully across the bedroom and flung to the bed. Spike crushed his mouth in a kiss and aligned their bodies until the hairless skin and cocks were rubbing side by side. "Bloody hell, pet…you're so...you feel so…" Spike tried to express his delight at the newfound sensation. "Bloody hell…" "Said that already," Xander gasped as Spike ground frantically against him. "Like silk, you are. So smooth and-" "*We* are," Xander corrected. "So glad that you like it," Xander gasped. With a ferocious growl, Spike pinned Xander's arms down and rode his hips hard, grinding his cock against Xander's smooth skin and reveling the feel of Xander's dick against his own smooth area. "Never...never knew…" Spike quietly babbled, then came with a scream as Xander continued to thrust up against him. His purple cock slid sensitively over smooth skin, became coated with Spike's fluid. Xander came, rolling his cock happily across the silky, wet flesh. When at last both men had regained their senses, Spike pulled himself from his lover's sticky body. "So," Xander began and raised his eyebrow. "Save it, pet. I'll jump this proverbial gun for you. 'Love it. Love *you*. I'll always trust you.' Enough said?" "Oh, yes," Xander said happily. "I'm glad you said that. See…there's this French Maid's outfit I saw in the store the other day and I think it's your size…" ~the end~ |
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