Singing In the Shower
by Michelle

Xander whistled as he made his way to the front door. His very own front
door. Even after months of having a front door of his own, the thrill hadn
't dulled any. He grinned as he slid his key into his dead-bolt and
unlocked it with a satisfying click. He was home early, the unexpected
rain having halted work at the construction site.

He'd stopped off at the video store, the liquor store, Willy's, *and* he'd
picked up a pizza from the Pizza Guys. A meat-lovers with extra sauce and
extra cheese. He should be crowned roommate-slash-lover *king*, he was
sure. He only hoped his vampire would be awake enough to properly
appreciate a happy and home early Xander. He slid his key into the door
lock and twisted it open along with the door to be met with. . .

. . .he had no idea what.

The 'thud' 'slink' 'thud' beat of the music that greeted him was like
nothing he'd heard before. Certainly nothing his Spike would ever listen
too, he was sure. His goodies hit the floor with several thuds, falling
from suddenly numb fingers; the pizza, however, was carefully placed on the
coffee table, because, yeah, Xander was sure he'd want to have something to
eat after he caught his vampire with . . .someone or something, doing hell
only knew what. And he was positive he was going to find something really
horrible going on. This wasn't Spike's type of music blasting throughout
the apartment. This was.sexy and-thud.slink.*horns*? *Clarinet*?
Constant, rhythmic *beat*? Oh, god. Spike was *cheating* on him. Spike
had someone here. In his- *their* apartment! He was gonna drop dead right
here and now from the pain. The betrayal. The *hurt*. He was going to
fall on the biggest knife they had in their nifty new butcher-block knife
caddy, heart first. Right after he beat whomever or whatever Spike was
with and staked the pretty bleached cheating so and so. The bleached so
and so that was bleached so well because *he'd* helped bleach him just last
night! Feeling more homicidal than suicidal, Xander slammed the
door-his-door shut and followed the music and the mist to the open
bathroom.and then he saw him. Naked in the shower. *Alone* in the shower
(Thank you *god*). Xander let out the breath he hadn't been consciously
aware of holding as he watched Spike stand beneath the shower spray and
begin to scrub his back with the long handled and soap-sudsy shower brush
that had been a house warming gift from Willow. The music ended and Spike
ducked his head under the showerhead as the music began again. Thud,
slink. Thud, slink.

And Spike began to sing, brush still moving over his body. Xander settled
against the doorframe to watch.

"I guess you've heard of my reputation". Spike's voice was clear and loud,
even over the running water, and *sexy* as he scrubbed at his hair. "I've
had my share of fooling around. Everyone needs stimulation. Mine just
happens to be.." Xander couldn't make out the next line as Spike ducked
his head beneath the showerhead's full blast. But his voice rose, clear
and loud as he continued. "It's an easy money occupation. First class
psychiatry. But just *once*!" Spike dipped his knees, really feeling and
enjoying the music, Xander could tell. "I wanna make love without taking
off my clothes." Spike spun, stopping to sing to the shower wall. "Just
once I wanna make love with some body who really and truly *knows*." Spike
's foot stomped down and continued to keep beat as he kept singing:
"Con-tra-ry to ru-mor *gigolos* get lonely too.all my lovers need
stimulation. . .But honey babe. IthinkthatIneedyooooou." Spike threw his
head back rinsing the soap out as he continued to sing. "Baby, you're the
kind of person, that could turn my would around. . .Ooo I want ta give you
a little inspiration.baby there's work I need to keep myself down. It's an
easy money occupation.but honey *one* *thing* understand: I. Got. More.
Money. Than. You. Could. Imagine. In. your. Wildest. Dreams... But,
*honey*. Money. don't. make. For. Hap.pi.ness... con.tra.ry to. Ru.mur.
*gigolos* get lonely *too*.all my lovers need inspiration.but honey, babe.
. . I. Think. That. I. Need. *you*.'

Xander's eyes had been transfixed on the brush, following every up and
down, every side to side motion before Spike's lips had snagged and held
his gaze. Spike was into the music, felt the song, and because Spike did,
so did Xander. The music throbbed through Xander, filling him, and without
really thinking about it, Xander had begun to remove his clothes. He bent
to untie his work boots, pulling the laces loose quickly so he could toe
them off as he began to unbutton his work shirt with one hand as he undid
his belt with the other. Spike still sang, oblivious to his presence, the
brush falling to the tub floor, as Xander tossed his shirt to the floor and
pushed down his jeans and boxers, quickly stepping out of them both. He
reached out for Spike; lust and longing written across his face as his
hands met the still cool flesh despite the hot water pounding down.

Spike's eyes opened and he grinned. "Catch a nice show, then, pet?

Xander only nodded, stepping into the bathtub and moving close to Spike.
"You're getting water all over the place." He bent his head to kiss the
juncture of Spike's neck and shoulder, suckling at the flesh. He pulled
away and smiled at his lover. "Shower curtain." He grabbed it and pulled
it around them. "See? Isn't that nice?" He licked Spike's ear. "Make's
it all cozy for us. And look. No water all over the floor."

"Didn't need cozy till just now, did I? And too late, luv. Floors pretty
much wet." Spike reached up to grab handfuls of Xander's hair and pulled
him down for a kiss. He thrust his tongue into the hot cavern of Xander's
mouth and gave a thorough search, tasting and exploring tongue, smooth
inner cheek, teeth and upper palate, supremely pleased with all that he
found. He pulled back to smile at Xander. "You've left your socks on
again, pet. And you're home early."

Xander looked down and grinned at his soaking, tube socked feet. "Yeah.
Socks. Early." He kissed Spike again, letting his tongue do its own
exploring as his hands followed suit and traversed the body pressed closely
to his. He pulled back as the music once again repeated. Xander moved his
mouth Spike's ear and nibbled a bit before demanding to know. "What the
fuck are you listening to, Spike?"

Spike pulled back and gave a slight smile. If Xander didn't know better he
'd have sworn Spike was blushing. "The time."

Xander brought his wrist up and looked at his waterproof watch. "Little
after 4."

Spike snickered. "No. The song. It's The Time." At Xan's blank look he
continued. "Morris day?"

Xander quirked an eyebrow. "It *is* day. You want more day?"

Spike tried again: "Morris Day. The Time."

Nothing.

"Prince?"

"I love it when you call me that, Cinderella."

Spike scowled. "The group is The Time! Morris Day is singing. They were
about with Prince when Prince was Prince and before all that 'formerly know
as' crap came about." Spike snapped. "Call me Cinderella again and I'll
cut yer kanckers off and have 'em for a snack."

Xander gave him a blank look. "You're listening to Prince?"

"*No*, I'm bloody well not! I'm listening to The Time."

"And that's . . . better?"

"Yes!" Spike wasn't sure how or why, but it was. "You've never heard of
The Time? Dance music? Big in the 80's. Club mixes?"

Xander shook his head before bending his knees and placing sucking kisses
along Spike's too prominent collarbones. "I was a little guy in the 80's,
Spike. Didn't spend much time in clubs." He stopped kissing to look into
Spike's eyes with a grin. "Much as I *wanted* to, my mommy wouldn't let me
go clubbin'."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Oh, bloody hell, right. Yer just a baby." He
placed his arms around Xander's waist and cupped his ass. "I'm a sick
fuck."

Xander nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yep." He moved closer, his hand
dipping down between them to bring their respective erections close
together. He moved his mouth to Spike's ear once again. "Got candy for
me, mister?" Xander whispered before biting down hard on Spike's earlobe.

Spike snorted with laughter and reached up to place his hands on top of
Xander's head and pushed him down to his knees. "I got your candy right
here." He thrust his erect cock at Xander's face in an obscene move that
thrilled Xander. Xander loved how Spike could make him laugh even while
driving him wild with lust.

"Jeeze, mister, you've got the neatest candy."

Spike let out a very put upon sigh. "Just suck me, you little perv."

And Xander did, just as the song started again, and Xander followed the
rhythm, the thud- slink-beating yet smooth song. He let go of Spike's cock
and cupped his ass instead as he knelt before him, taking his cock deep
down his throat with practiced ease.

It wasn't until Spike had come and his hands had reached down to pull
Xander up for a kiss that he noticed how Xander was shivering. Spike
quickly turned off the now ice cold water and reached for a towel and began
to rub Xander dry, muttering beneath his breath about stupid slutty gits.
"All you had to say was you were cold, dummy."

Xander grinned at Spike, shivering. "My mouth was full."

Spike roughly rubbed the towel across Xander's face. "Hey, I got us
movies." Xander murmured from beneath the towel.

"Porn?" Spike asked, pulling the towel away from Xander's face.

"No. Disney." More face rubbing.

"I got dinner."

Spike pulled the towel away. "Chinese?"

"No. Pizza." Spike scrubbed roughly at Xander's hair, pulling.

"I went to the liquor store."

"Get jack?"

Xander grinned, enjoying himself. "No. I got tequila." The towel
scrubbed roughly at his groin.

"Get lime?"

Xander shook his head. "Nope. Got lemons, though." The towel snapped
against his ass and began a not at all pleasurable back and forth motion.
"I stopped by Willy's."

The towel's movement slowed and became more pleasurable. "Get blood?" The
vampire asked, rising up to whisper the question into Xander's ear.

"Yeah."

The towel fell away and Spike dropped to his knees. He smiled up at Xander
with wicked blue eyes. "You get to live one more night, Xanpet." Spike
swallowed Xander's cock whole, taking him deep enough to lick at the
tightly drawn sac. Xander's knees buckled and he placed his hands on Spike
's shoulders, needing something steady to hold him up. "Oh. Goody."

End.