Xander let his brown coat and buttonless blue shirt fall off his shoulders before he reached down for the snap on his jeans. He wasn’t aware that Spike had stopped pulling at his own clothes to stare appreciatively at the bricklayer’s muscular body. Spike licked his lips...Xander had grown into a truly beautiful man. Xander happened to look up as Spike let his eyes travel down Xander’s body leisurely.

"See anything you like?" The boy teased, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops, striking a very sexy pose. Spike blinked as he envisioned Xander dripping wet in the shower, droplets of water clinging to his chest and biceps, trickles of the clear fluid sliding down the boy’s delectable throat past the claim mark he’d put on Xander.

"Ex-excuse me?" Spike suddenly seemed to realize that Xander was speaking to him. If he could blush, he knew he’d be crimson right now. Xander gave him a knowing smirk and deliberately made a show of unzipping his jeans. Spike swallowed hard as he watched Xander dislodge the jeans from his waist with a slow, tantalizing roll of his hips. Xander peeled the jeans down his legs, finally ending Spike’s torture by kicking them aside.

"Hot?" Xander asked, innocently, as he opened the shower door and leaned into the shower cubicle to turn on the water.

"Uh...oh! Oh, yeah, hot...hot water is good." Spike stammered. He shook his head. Bloody hell! The whelp is going to think I’ve gone daft if I keep this up! Focus, Spike, stop ogling the boy and get in the soddin’ shower. He struggled out of his own jeans and boots, having already thrown his black tee-shirt to the floor. He stepped into the cubicle first and groaned in pleasure as the steaming water poured over his cool skin, the heat felt amazing. Xander followed, a similar sound of pleasure coming from the mortal’s throat.

"Mmmmmm....God, this feels terrific." Xander sighed. Spike snickered as an old television commercial popped into his head. Gee, your hair smells terrific! Someone had actually named a soddin’ shampoo that. Xander gave him a puzzled look.

"Sorry, luv, just reminded me of a shampoo commercial. Never mind." He suddenly felt extremely stupid.

"Gee, your vampire smells terrific." Xander fought a hysterical giggle...a manly giggle...at his own lame joke. Spike’s lips twitched and they both burst out laughing at the absurdity of it. Xander was thrown by the carefreeness he was feeling. He’d laughed with Anya, too, but those laughs were forced and usually to lighten an embarrassing and potentially hurtful comment Anya had made. He couldn’t remember laughing much with Cordelia and yet, here he was with Spike, of all people, and he felt like he was finally home. He really, really liked this side of Spike...the vampire was actually relaxed, not moody or sarcastic or even, defensive. Spike was showing him a whole new Spike...a Spike who could laugh, joke, drive him crazy with lust, and a Spike who was just really, really sweet. "I love you." Xander kissed Spike almost tenderly and he felt the blond melt against him. This was the sexiest experience, just being here in the shower with Spike, holding each other.

"Could I...do you want...can I wash your hair?" Spike asked, hoping Xander would like having his hair washed as much as Dru used to. He had loved to wash Drusilla’s long, dark hair and wondered if Xanders sable hair would be as silky wet as it was dry and if Xander would purr with pleasure the way Dru had.

"You want to wash my hair?" Xander looked surprised, but then a smile lit up his face. "Yeah, I’d like that." His voice sounded huskier. No one had ever volunteered to wash his hair before and he’d always enjoyed having his hair washed when he went to the barber...even if the guy was nearly 80 and called him, Sonny boy. Scary thought, actually. He closed his eyes as he stood beneath the spray, wetting his hair. He felt Spike turn him gently and began to massage his scalp tenderly. Shivers went through Xander with every touch of Spike’s fingers against his head. "You’ve done this before."

"Yeah, well...Dru liked it and I love your hair...so soft and silky." Spike smiled as he heard Xander moan as his nails lightly scraped a sensitive area of Xanders scalp. "Rinse now, pet. And then, you can do me." As he watched Xander rinse his hair, he nearly kicked himself for his choice of words. Xander smiled, a predatory smile.

"I can do you? Now, there’s a thought I like." The dark-haired man pulled Spike into a rapacious kiss, one that the vampire quickly took control of. Spike heard Xander moan and slid slick hands over the human’s body, knowing just where to touch to drive Xander nuts. "My turn, remember?" Xander managed to protest, cupping Spike’s firm, round ass.

"Mmmm...yeah...whatever you say, luv." Spike dropped his head back, moaning as Xander began to suck on his neck, licking the droplets of water away. He shuddered as Xander tentatively lapped at the bite marks on Spike’s shoulder. Xander raised his head after a moment, a confused look on his face.

"I thought vampires had some kind of special speedy healing." He traced Spike’s wounds with an index finger.

"You claimed me, pet, just as I claimed you. Claim marks don’t heal completely. They fade, but remain...kind of like a scar. They will be very sensitive and are extremely pleasurable to the touch." Spike leaned forward and touched his tongue to Xander’s claim mark, making the boy moan as his cock stiffened. "See? If I wanted to, I could make you cum from this like I did before...ten years from now, I could make you cum from it."

"Oh...fuck me..." Xander moaned again as Spike teased the two puncture wounds once more. He groaned as Spike gripped the base of his cock.

"Wouldn’t want you to say I’m being unfair...it is your turn, yeah?" Spike purred, lapping once again at Xander’s mark.

"Right." Xander squeaked.