"Yeah? Then go take another shower," Spike shouted back through the door. Xander was going to have to work harder than that to get back in Spike's good graces. He'd scrub just short of removing his satiny skin before forgiveness came. He'd wash until the every last scent of makeup was gone from his body, until Spike forgot the look of his lovely boy in women's clothing.

Spike knew Xander was going to be in the bathroom a very long time.

Xander rolled his eyes and got back into the shower. Honestly, Spike should know how to take a joke--and it was a damned good one, Xander knew.

But now Xander was in trouble, all for some fun and games at Spike's expense. Well, there was one consolation. Spike would be damned careful about his blood supply in the future.

Very damned careful.

Outside the bathroom, Spike leaned against the wall and waited for Xander to get done. The boy was taking his time. Probably luxuriating under an endless supply of hot water, rubbing that pricy soap they'd picked up all over his silken skin. Over and over again, just like Spike ordered him to. Slick, soapy, hot, tight skin...

Xander blinked as a pale blur swept through the steamy bathroom and then jumped when cool skin slapped against his.

"Impatient, are we?" Xander quipped as glittering, golden eyes pierced him. "Look, I'm doing just what you asked--bathing. Again." To prove his point, Xander slid a lather-covered hand over his chest, slicking up his skin with the foamy white stuff.

Spike growled, hands reaching up to capture Xander's. Just as he'd suspected, only worse because he'd never counted on the steam smelling like Xander, or how the lights being turned off let darkness engulf them both.

Xander let Spike hold him hostage, stepping forward to rub their bodies together. If he hadn't known Spike was turned on by the way his eyes glowed in the dim shower stall, the blatant erection pressing against his own cock would've given the vampire away. "Just like you wanted. Every bit of me, clean as a whistle."

"Every bit?" Spike mumbled, face turning to nuzzle against Xander's neck. That bit did seem spotless, smelling of nothing but Xander and soap. A quick taste confirmed it, but Spike found the soap offensive so he pushed them back under the water.

Xander whimpered happily as Spike began touching, stroking and grabbing. The human's now-free hands moved up to tangle in Spike's hair, wanting to bring the vampire around for a kiss.

Spike let himself get lost in Xander's mouth. Sweet, dark and hot and Spike could've stayed swimming in that for days. Spike had different plans, though, so with great regret he tore himself away from Xander's lips and let himself slide lower, catching his fangs here and there on that golden skin. He lapped at the resulting rivulets of blood, relishing the sound of Xander whimpering needfully.

Xander tensed, waiting for Spike to touch him. There was no breath, no heat to give the vampire away, but Xander knew he was poised, lips open, a bare inch... A cool tongue brushed against the head of Xander's cock and his hips bucked forward, following the sensation.

Spike moved with Xander's body, continuing to lap at the boy's leaking erection but withholding further stimulation. Slender fingers gripped Xander's hips, steadying him underneath the shower spray. Spike's grip was strong enough to keep Xander from moving, even when Spike dipped forward and engulfed his cock.

Xander shouted as cool wetness surrounded his cock, contracting around him like a vice. Sharp fangs glanced off his erection, sending tiny sparks shooting up his spine. Suction, hard and constant and someone was screaming at the top of their lungs.

Spike pushed his tongue against the underside of Xander's cock and let his fangs sink in just the tiniest bit. Xander's response was gratifying; the boy screamed harshly, his body going rigid in a just-about-to-come muscle spasm.

The entirety of Xander's existence shrank to his cock and Spike's mouth. If only he could move, he'd... as though Spike had heard his thoughts and those inhumanly strong hands released Xander's hips. Xander grasped Spike's head and thrust his hips forward, fucking Spike's mouth with abandon. The vampire merely let Xander move, opening his jaw and bracing himself against the ceramic tile wall.

It only took a few thrusts for Xander to come, hot semen shooting down Spike's throat in erratic bursts. The boy immediately slumped down, cock slipping out of Spike's mouth as he joined the vampire on the floor of the shower.

Spike let Xander recover, arms coming up to hold the boy tightly against him. His own cock was aching, demanding attention. Spike ignored his need for the moment, preferring to focus on the way Xander was gasping for air, faint groans and whimpers still falling from his hoarse throat.

Xander's brain took a few minutes to re-engage and move on from a haze of coming-coming-coming. Only then did he notice the demonic ridges of Spike's face pressed against his chest and he realized that the vampire was still hard, crouching unfulfilled underneath a torrent of hot water. That Spike had kept himself in mostly-human form until that point was a credit to his oft-mocked self-control, but Xander felt a little guilty for having done nothing so far to ease the man's condition.

Blunt hands pushed at Spike's shoulders, gently forcing him to lie back in the shower. When those hands moved down to cup his aching balls, Spike growled his approval and relaxed slightly, letting himself drape across warmed tile. The sensation of water falling on his chest was a lovely counterpoint to Xander's hands between his thighs and mouth on his belly. Water from the shower lapped at his skin, mimicking the warmth of his all too human lover.

Xander bent down, taking Spike's cock into his mouth at the same time he pushed two fingers inside the vampire's body, pressing slightly against the blonde's sweet spot. Water swirled around them, rising quickly now that Spike was blocking the drain. He sucked gently, tongue rasping against every sensitive spot he'd come to know and love. When the water rose high enough, Xander shrugged and held his breath, grateful for all those swimming lessons of his wasted youth.

Spike's eyes rolled back as his cock sank deeper into Xander's mouth, hips rocking up to meet those sweet lips, then back down to impale himself on questing fingers. He was close, so close that the water pouring over his eyes and into his nose didn't register as the slightest annoyance.

Then Xander pushed in another finger, just as his free hand reached up to roll Spike's balls, applying sweet pressure in just the right place. Spike arched and froze, cool semen flooding Xander's mouth.

"One hundred," Xander murmured, sneezing water out of his nose. A garbled cough answered him as Spike tried to reply, only to find his lungs full of water.