Xander watched Spike watch him, loving how easy it was to get a reaction out of his vampire. A few drops of blood and Spike was *his*, practically begging for it. It made Xander want to shave twice a day, just to see the blonde lust after his neck that way. Too bad Spike had no need for such activities; the demon never seemed to have even the slightest stubble. Most of his body was incredibly smooth, almost hairless. Only the vampire's legs and groin had a sprinkling of dark, wiry hair.

Spike followed Xander's gaze as the boy glanced over at the tiny sink, which still contained a straight razor, shaving brush and soap. His lover was definitely up to something. The idea of Xander being devious made Spike's demon cackle with glee. The dark human had a truly frightening imagination sometimes.

"Hey, Spike?" Xander said, taking a step back. "Do you ever shave?"

Spike frowned. "No. Most vampires don't have facial hair." It was an odd side effect of the demon, one that Spike was eternally grateful for.

"No," Xander murmured, shaking his head. He picked up the shaving brush and soap. "Do you ever shave?" He asked again, now approaching the vampire with a determined gleam in his eye.

Spike gulped. "Once or twice," He admitted, backing towards the bed. He struck the edge and tumbled onto the soft surface just as Xander reached him. Warm, slick soap slid sinuously over his abdomen, swirling down lower. A sharp gasp crossed cold lips as Xander lathered the vampire's groin, broad strokes of the brush tickling sensitive skin.

"Just once or twice?" Xander commented, trading the brush for a razor. "Now why do I find that hard to believe?" He crossed back to the bed, moving to straddle Spike's knees. Blue eyes widened as cold metal fell flat against his thighs, just sitting there like a sleeping snake.

"Sharp metal, sliding over hardness," Xander whispered, dragging the blade up Spike's thigh to brush against the vampire's cock. "You didn't get off on this?" He asked, stroking Spike's swollen balls. Each careful, calculated movement exposed smooth, shaved skin. Spike lay still as morning dew, frozen by Xander's hands and the threat of a blade against his vulnerability.

"Of course, your hair grows so slowly, you probably don't have to do this often, hmm?" Xander asked as he continued. Spike's cock was leaking steadily, betraying the motionless vampire's excitement. A quick glance told Xander that his lover was losing control; yellow warred for dominance with blue in Spike's eyes.

Xander reached for one of Spike's hands, bringing it down to cover one of his own. "Did you do it yourself?" He asked, voice harsh. "I can see that, yeah. You, alone... wanting that edge, the danger." Spike shuddered, making the razor dance perilously close to a vein. His fingers clenched over Xander's, muscles convulsing.

"Did you bleed?" Xander continued, as though Spike hadn't moved. "Did it feel good, Spike? Does this?"

The air crackled and jumped, running for cover as the vampire came to the fore, shoving back the pale human mask. Blood, pain, anything was fine, more and less, please Xander, do it, something, whatever...

Xander listened to Spike babble, sounds like water trickling through an old drain. The words sounded strange coming from a ridged demon, even if Spike's eyes were desperate instead of deadly. He dropped the razor, wrapping hot fingers around Spike's straining erection, clasping the vampire's hand with his.

Cold and hot, smooth skin sliding in a frictionless pool of pain-avoided. Spike writhed, the adrenalin rush of relief sending borrowed blood straight to his cock. Climax, when it struck a moment later, was a single, sharp bolt. It impaled him like a butterfly, spread open for the discerning collector of all things fine and rare.

"Fifty-four," Xander murmured quietly. He let Spike lay motionless while he fetched a cloth and cleaned them up, storing the discarded razor safely.