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"The Closest Shave"

** **"Reinhardt, are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, how long has it been since you've had a shave?"

The massive, greying warrior stood outside of the barbershop, his eyes somewhat transfixed on the spinning multi-colored pole that allowed it to stand out from the other more dilapidated buildings that surrounded it; this old town was one of the few that had been minimally touched by the war or by the onslaught of technology that seemed to elude his understanding more and more every day. His clear blue eye turned to Torbjorn standing beside him, staring up at him with a "Hello?" sort of look across his face. He shook off the old feelings and pushed a jovial smile to his face. "What? And pass up the opportunity to meet with an old friend? I've been coming to see Luther for my hair for almost thirty years now, it would crush him if I let some automated machine give me a trim." He said as he ran his fingers through the thickened beard. "The moment we lose our interaction with our fellow man is the moment we lose our humanity. Do you not agree, Torbjorn?"

"Far be it for you to be the one to say something like that." Torb replied with a sigh. "All right then, I'll leave ya. You are an adult after all, or so I am led to believe. I'll still be in the area for about an hour though if you're in need of me. Brigitte told me she knows a shop that would... "suit my tastes" whatever that means."

"Don't worry, old friend. I still remember the way home." Reinhardt said as he gave Torbjorn a wave and watched as the diminutive man gave a nod and turned to head down the alleyway toward the main street beyond the next corner.

Reinhardt sighed and looked down at himself; beyond the obvious changes to his body over the years, the last time he'd entered these doors was in a full body of armor, amazing long blond hair and the chiseled features afforded to him by youth. Now his body was littered in scars, and he wore nothing more than an off-grey sleeveless shirt, blue jeans and steel-toed boots tucked under them. How times had changed.

He pressed forward, pushing the door open and hearing the chime, all sorts of memories came flooding back to him, that familiar smell of aftershave flooded his nostrils and he let in a deep breath. He looked around; sadly, it seemed like he was the only man in the shop. The two barber stools were empty and some of the mirrors were slanted and cracked on the wall.

"Hello?" He asked aloud, but received no answer. "Hello? Is anybody home?"

"I'd know the sound of that pompous, load-bearing deep voice anywhere!" A voice called from the back room as a figure poked its head around the doorway.

He was an older man with his familiar jagged features; his hair was still a deep chestnut color, though the ends of them were beginning to turn lighter in color, some streaks of silver. Even from across the room, his sharp green eyes could be made out by the warrior; only three years his senior and Reinhardt looked ten years older than him. His rugged beard nearly hiding the sharpness of his features and he had a full head of long hair. Rein's eyes lit up and he let out a boisterous laugh. "Luther! You son of a bitch! It has been so long!"

"You haven't darkened my door in almost five years now and it still looks like I've outgrown you on the hair front. You been seeing someone behind my back?" He asked, semi-serious.

"HA! Never." Reinhardt stated with certainty. "I wouldn't be able to stand those damned machines trimming my mane, you've always been the only man to touch them. Besides, what I haven't grown up here, I've grown twice as much down below the neck." He bemoaned under his breath. "Believe me..."

"Well, I'll have to see if I can squeeze you into my schedule, old man." Luther said with a smile as he extracted a barber's robe and flapped out the dust. "Oh would you look at that, I have an opening."

Reinhardt was in the process of sitting into the seat in front of the straightest mirror and Luther was already behind him wrapping the cape around him. "Last time you were in here your armor was too big for any of these. What happened to you, lately, Reinhardt? Don't tell me you've lost your touch."

"Again, I must say... never." Rein said humbly, smiling. "I've just gotten older, as we all have."

"Ah, but you have new scars. Still moonlighting as a hero I see."

Reinhardt chuckled. "Old habits die hard, I guess."

"So. Your standard trim then?"

"Yes, yes. The same trim and I'll get out of your hair."

Luther nodded as he readied his tools, as if he had been expecting Reinhardt that day. He hovered into Rein's face and started with the man's beard. Reinhardt stared silently into Luther's eye, admiring that even behind that thick beard of his, the markings of some of the man's old facial scars still hinted the story they told. Non-chalantly, he reached and rubbed his hand out, rubbing his thumb against the upturned flesh. "What is this? Hiding your battle wounds, old man?"

Luther smirked. "Well, some people had expressed concerns with it. There's no interesting story to it, they're just old shrapnel wounds."

"Your body is a roadmap of hardship and glory. You should be proud of your scars."

"As I see you are." The barber said, continuing on undaunted. "Sauntering in here with those big muscle bound arms like you're God's gift to we mortal men."

"Am I not?" Reinhardt answered cheekily, only to receive a stern tug on his beard. "Ow!"

Luther simply smiled. "You still are a mortal man. Don't be forgetting that, Reinhardt."

Rein remained silent for the rest of the trim. Even after all these years, Luther made his heart flutter, he'd never expected another man look so strong or fit. Yet here he was, carrying his own and making him feel like a cadet with a crush on his drill master. It took a few minutes before the warmth finally flushed from his cheeks.

"Alright. I think we're done." Luther said.

Reinhardt looked at his reflection in the mirror; there was hardly any change as he touched his beard and looked at him from side to side. "Already?" He asked, but at the same time confirming that yes, his hair and his beard were at their more comfortable lengths. It was a pity that his visits only lasted about five minutes.

"Did you expect something different?" Luther asked as he placed his scissors on the counter.

Reinhardt didn't want to leave already, he had only just gotten there. The pair hadn't even caught up on the last few years. Thinking quickly he replied. "Y-yes! Something different, now I knew you would come up with a brilliant idea!"

"What?"

Reinhardt smiled. "I am looking for a new look, my friend. Something that makes me... me. And who else to choose how I look than the man who looks at me harder than any other."

Luther blushed, but didn't show Reinhardt. "I can't tell if you're being serious about that..."

"I am. I've never been more serious! Luther, please. I would like to spend more time with you; I would like my new look to come from your hands. I would be honored."

"My, my. You certainly have changed." The barber replied, scratching his beard with the flat of his palm. "Alright. You've got yourself a deal. I won't even charge for the extra work; it'll be more interesting to invest in the challenge." He cleared his throat. "But first, I have a surprise."

As Luther headed out of the room into the back, Reinhardt called after him. "A surprise, for me? But I didn't get you anything."

A moment later, the barber emerged from the back with two hefty flagons of beer, frothing over the rim. "Oh, don't you worry about it Reinhardt. I got myself one too." He laughed as he handed the warrior a glass and the pair clinked them together.

"A man after my own heart."

Luther muttered softly. "Damn right."

"Hmm?"

The barber smiled and returned to his tools, taking his razor. "Oh, nothing." he said as he took a swig of his drink and placed it nearby. "Now, what to give you, what to give you. So many ideas come flooding to my mind."

"Not too many I hope, I only have so much hair."

Luther smiled as he moved around behind Reinhardt with his razor and began to trim along the edges; being right-handed, he quickly found he could easily run the trimmer and reach for his beer at once, Rein was not making it easier with his occasional swig of the drink and Luther had to continually catch himself to keep from shaving off too much at once. What would this be? A tapered look? Maybe some elegant ponytail with multiple braids to it. The man's hair had always been more-or-less a wonder of masculinity. But a few moments later; disaster struck. As he was reaching for his next sip, Luther was caught off guard by Reinhardt's head jerking suddenly, laughing as a clean bald stripe now traveled across the back of his head.

"Oh hey! Luther that tickles! Be careful!" Reinhardt laughed as the barber stared in unsure horror at the three inch uneven strip of baldness across the back of his scalp.

"I... erm..." Luther stammered, trying to compose himself. "Reinhardt I am so sorry I accidentally shaved off part of the back of your hair!" He muttered in utter shock.

"What? Where?" Rein reached back and found the spot rather easily, being uneven with the sides it was quite obvious. "Oh! Oh dear..."

"I am horrified Reinhardt! I cannot believe this is happening I couldn't apologize enough--"

"Calm down, Luther. It's not the end of the world..." Rein replied remarkably calmly to the barber.

"I-it's...not?"

"Heavens no! It is just hair, it will grow back, even if it takes time. Besides I did say you get to choose the style of my hair tonight and I am still on board with that if you are. I had forgotten how good it felt to feel the cool air on my bare skin. I've had long hair since I was eight years old, I'm thinking that a change like this could be good for me."

"A-are you...sure?"

"Yes, yes. Now quit prattling and worrying over nothing." The man said. "I would like for you to continue." He paused. "Though I do have a request..."

"Yes?"

"I've always fancied the idea of having a great mustache, like--like one of those handlebar mustaches I've seen in many holovids. It isn't much but perhaps...you could let me have one? That is...if you were planning on giving my face a shave, anyway."

"Oh, I guarantee you that by the time I am done, all of Germany will have a new cause to be jealous of the great Reinhardt!"

With that; Reinhardt leaned back with his flagon and closed his eyes to allow the man to work. The sensation felt strange at first; the cool sheen metal dragging across the flesh at the back of his head. By the time the razor came past his ears though, the cool metal had turned quite warm and the cool air on the back of his scalp was almost biting in comparison. Occasionally, Luther would stop shaving and dab several squirts of a liquid into his palms. He then rubbed the cool fragrant lotion on the spots where he'd shaved. Luther said that it was a good way to prevent razor burn or skin irritation and Reinhardt could feel how amazing it felt. If before a man's touch could not rouse him, he definitely felt it now; he had never seen the need to settle down with a woman, and he'd been smitten with Luther ever since they met those thirty years ago. He just never told anyone. Still, despite this, he was finding it difficult to speak to the man clearly having an affect on his body, his cock pressing against the inside of his pant leg with a desperate pain to escape. His face was flushed in an eternal red warmth, but that was probably more the beer talking. Luther kept the drink coming, and Reinhardt kept on swigging them down.

Luther had slowed his drink halfway through his second flagon, he didn't want to get so drunk that he ruined the chances he had with this new look for Reinhardt. He was sweating a bit, and some of his long chestnut hair was falling from the bun he'd formed on the top of his head to keep his eyes cleared of hair. He watched every lock fall and observed Reinhardt's stationary seating, every muscle seemed to roll with each breath and while it was covered with his bartending cape, he could only imagine what the man's body was doing underneath. As his imagination ran away from him, he began to find it difficult to get too close to the man without...certain things being exposed. He casually tried to think of something else and noticed a scar just under the nape of his neck. "Oh, so where did you get this one?"

"Hm? Oh that one? It's actually one of my more recent run-ins with Talon. A woman named Widowmaker tried to snipe me from afar. Thankfully I was protected by my armor, but the ricochet hit my neck." He looked at Luther's forearm and noticed that it too had a fresher scar. "And what of this? Did you get this scar in a great battle?"

"Mm... Sort of." Luther replied. "Several months ago, a bear tried to invade my shop. I managed to force it out but not before getting mauled a bit."

"That's terrible! And the one on the back of your wrist?"

Luther smirked. "That one happened when I got robbed."

"Did you fight your attacker?"

Luther shook his head. "No, it was after I discovered I'd been robbed; I got so mad I actually punched a hole through my front window and shattered the glass." He sighed. "It nicked me pretty good." Both men laughed.

By this point, Luther had reached Reinhardt's jaw and began to slowly shave away at the thick beard, he had switched to his scissors and began to trim away at it. Rein brought his hand over his head and felt the smoothness of it, it was still slightly damp from the aftershave the barber was applying and sniffed his fingers after touching it. "This is a good scent, is it an expensive balm?"

"No, just an average aftershave to help keep the skin moist as it gets used to the exposure, that's all."

Snip, snip the feeling of hair raining over bits of Rein's exposed arm turned his attention to Luther's cutting. The man was an artist when it came to haircuts, and now he was given free reign to do whatever he wanted. He felt the touch of the scissors more and more as his beard disappeared and by the time he'd reached the other side, Luther already had a razor in hand to help clear away the rest of the brush. They had been quiet for a good bit by now and this time the bearded barber broke the silence by applying a coating to help Reinhardt's newly shaped mustache. "There we go..." He said, snapping his fingers. "And just like that we're done!"

"Really? Huh." Reinhardt turned and admired himself in the mirror; his look had almost completely changed as he felt Luther flip the cape off of him. "Amazing." He laughed admiring his head from side to side. "Now I have more hair below the neck than I do above it! And it feels so interesting, I never thought I would say I'm glad to be rid of the mane for a bit."

Luther smiled. "I am glad you like it; the look suits you!"

"And I won't have to worry about getting my hair caught in my armor. That is a real pain." He shook his head amusedly. "I-in fact..." Reinhardt's heart skipped a beat, causing him to stammer. "I mean, if you're up for it, I have quite a lot of body hair that tends to get caught in the many bends and pinch points of my armor. I'd never before considered the thought of shaving it, but maybe you could give me a trim below the neckline?"

"You are serious?" Luther was on the verge of disbelief and intrigue as he looked the massive man over. "I-I mean if you'd like I could. Sure!" He didn't mean to sound as enthusiastic as he was, but without a word, Reinhardt smiled at him and pulled his shirt off right in the middle of the store, exposing his rippled, scarred and hairy torso. Luther couldn't contain his blushing and instead feigned a cough to clear his throat as he made his way to the blinds, closing them and flipping his sign from 'Open'. "Best... not to be caught in a compromising situation. We can make this private."

"It does not matter to me." Reinhardt shrugged, but if you insist.

The chair he was seated in folded back into a more reclined position and Luther lowered the arms of the chair, his mind was almost on autopilot, trying not to stare too hard into the man's chest. He wore suspenders and white slacks, but thankfully his apron managed to help hide anything behind it. He grazed his hand across Rein's chest, hearing the sound of the hair as it responded to the touch. The warrior's body was literally covered in dozens of scars, in varying sizes and it reminded him of his own; "Badges of Honor" some liked to call them, and he admired every single one. He extracted his razor again, and took a bottle to spray a bluish liquid across Rein's chest. He was unfamiliar with the spray, which began to tingle immediately. "What is that?"

"You've never heard of Blue? Latest product on the market, it's supposed to replace shaving cream, developed specifically for body hair, it provides a rather comfortable close shave." He said as he placed the razor at the top of Rein's chest and slowly worked it down toward the end of the trail at his abdomen. Rein looked down to see that the hair had been completely removed from that area in a single swipe. "Pretty good right?"

"Incredible!" Reinhardt said, admiring the handiwork. He watched as Luther made a second stroke, this one a bit slower, allowing the warrior to feel the hair cleaved from his chest with the precision of a laser system. Immediately his chest's tingle was replaced with the cool air surrounding the skin, he inhaled and exhaled deep, watching the part now bared rise up and down slowly.

The shaving continued and Reinhardt could feel the loose hairs being sliced off all the way down to his trail on his belly, he winced a bit as Luther got quite close to the hip line of his jeans which were not doing a very good job of hiding his erection at all; fitting like a tarp over a car. Luther caught himself staring and nearly cut a little too far before returning to the task at hand. He spun the chair in order to start on the other side and returned to Reinhardt's side to continue. Reinhardt tugged at the apron a bit. "Come now, your apron is giving me static cling. Take it off and get comfortable."

Luther blushed. "I'd... rather not."

"Come on, it's perfectly alright. I won't tell if you took it off." He replied playfully.

Luther let out a sharp sigh and shrugged. "Alright." He said as he lifted it up and off over his head.

Though the man was still dressed underneath, Reinhardt's eyes couldn't ignore the impressive amount of flesh tenting the barber's pants either and briefly looked before giving off a satisfied groan and laying back again. "Okay, now we can continue!" He exclaimed, putting his hands back behind his head in a relaxed pose.

Luther swallowed the lump in his throat and continued to go over the man's body, lightly touching the newly bared flesh as he went along. He felt scar after scar on Rein's war-torn body, and the more hair he scraped away, the more history seemed to unfold to him. "I don't remember you having so many battles."

"Not all of them are from different battles." Rein replied. "Some are from even the same day. Guess it took many years before I learned when to take a step back."

"But you never really did."

Reinhardt suddenly grabbed Luther by the arm and pulled him close. "My duty was never for myself." He said with a grin. "As you know..." He gently stroked the scar still showing against the skin on Luther's cheek. "Men like us never gave it our all for our own sakes, but for the sakes of others."

Luther was frozen in place for a minute, staring into Reinhardt's striking blue eyes. He then began to giggle slightly and both looked down to see that the lower buttons on Luther's dress shirt had come undone, and the man's hairy stomach had rubbed against Rein's. Reinhardt laughed and pushed him away. "Oh, stop it, that tickles!" He laughed.

"Does it now?" Luther replied cheekily as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a thick pelt of hair underneath as he unburdened his muscular torso; not quite as impressive as Reinhardt's as far as physical build, but a far cry from the average barber. As he drew back the straps of his suspenders and unbuttoned completely, Luther unexpectedly threw himself on top of the man, pressing his hairy chest against Rein's clean-shaven.

"Hey! Are you--are you crazy? What?"

"Oh, come now Reinhardt." Luther said. "I'm sure you've wondered what this felt like, I'm sure you've put your chest on clean shaven chests before, right?"

Reinhardt's face was beet red as his hands wrestled with Luther's, their chests pushing together and every fiber of the man's hair trickling down over his smooth and slightly moist pecs and stomach. He wasn't sure whether it tickled or if it was rugged, if he was repulsed by this or turned on. But all that stopped as Luther's thick beard fell on his newly shaven handlebar mustache in a deep and impossibly passionate kiss. Their tongues crossed paths and twined for a minute as each of them took a moment to breathe the other in, then Luther pushed up, resting his hands on Reinhardt's pillow-like pectorals. Both of them were trembling, and breathing heavily until Luther finally dismounted him. "I'm--I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--"

"No, Luther it's fine. I--"

"Let's...ah... let's just be on with it. Turn over, will you?"

Rein's cheeks flushed again. "Turn over? What--"

Luther shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing like that, I just... I can't have you walking out of here with a clean shaven chest and a sasquatch-covered back, now can I?" His voice returned some levity and Reinhardt smiled.

"Of course not. What else would I be paying you for?" He asked.

As he got up, Luther pulled the lever and allowed the seat to fall flat. It still confused him why he needed a barber's chair with such a full incline, but Rein didn't argue and returned to his seat, now facing down as Luther loomed over his hairy back. "My god, I've seen gorillas with less hair on their shoulders."

"Oh yes. And I know one myself, I'll send him your compliments."

Luther worked at Reinhardt's back, this time mixing in some of the aftershave as he went along; it had a nice, slick feel to it as Luther's fingers moved along afterward and rubbed the liquid into his skin. He would reach the bottom of Reinhardt's hips and always slide back up toward the top to run a fresh layer of the sweet smelling liquid along his body and even going back up to rub on the scalp. Over and over, his fingers would press into his scalp, giving Rein a tingling sensation that radiated across his skin and down to his very fingers and toes. He gave a relaxing sigh and enjoyed this massage on his freshly shaven body and head.

After about the fifth time of going back and forth, Luther reached the base of Reinhardt's back and then casually flicked his blade clean. He cleared his throat lightly. "Okay, pants off."

"Wh-what?!" Reinhardt asked in surprise at the abrupt order. "Why?"

"Well, I can't leave a job half done, and I'm sure your backside is about as hairy as a gorilla's too. We can't exactly have your armor snagging that hair, now can we?"

Now Reinhardt was feeling flustered, he didn't really expect things to go this far but the pounding in his chest told him that it was going the way he'd hoped. He felt Luther's hands reach around his waist and grab the buckle of his belt, effortlessly pulling it open before giving his pants a tug and pulling them clean down to his ankles. His boots came with the legs of his pants and fell to the floor. "There we go, by the good graces I must say your training has treated you well down here as well."

"What is it the younger ones are saying? I've been told I have beefcakes?"

Luther chuckled. "Close enough. Now, let's see what we can do here."

Reinhardt felt the cold liquid of the blue crossing his ass, and the colder steel of the razor blade scraping across his butt and down to his leg, giving an all-around clean as it reached his ankles. "Are you sure you can do this? What if I get cut?"

"Oh you worry too much. I won't cut you, besides I think you have a lot of other old scars to be mindful of anyway. Not some silly nick from my razors."

Reinhardt sighed and relaxed. "You are ri--IIIGHT?" He gasped as he felt the blade slide into the curve of his ass. "What are you doing?!"

"Just testing." Luther said. "You're not very hairy in there."

"I should think not. Imagine if my armor caught hair in my ass, I wouldn't be able to sit for days!" Both men laughed haughtily as Luther continued.

Luther didn't even change sides this time, placing his hand confidently on Reinhardt's smooth, round buttock he reached across to work on the other half. Rein could feel the man's hairy torso rub against his flesh and it made him shudder, he imagined that chestnut fuzz rubbing against him, that large and impressive frame, even though he wasn't a warrior on the lines these days, he was still quite a formidable presence. And it only made him want more. Luther was leaning on Rein much heavier than he felt he should and his grip only tightened on the man's glutes, making him wiggle a little in response. Luther responded with a mere soft chuckle but continued his work, spreading the blue and slicing off Reinhardt's hair with no effort until finally his ass was laid bare.

Reinhardt didn't want to move, his cock was sandwiched between the cushion of the chair and his stomach, rock hard, throbbing and maybe a little wet too as it pressed against the vinyl. "Okay, that was invigorating! I am quite pleased with what you've done!" Reinhardt said cheerily, trying with all his might to come down from his erection.

"Oh-ho ho you aren't getting away that easily. We still got one section to go."

"No, no. I'm good, please I don't want to embarrass you I--" Reinhardt was suddenly accosted by Luther who grabbed his shoulders with one arm and hoisted his hips with the other, flipping Reinhardt over on his back with a loud grunt.

"By gods... now that is impressive." Luther said, admiring the warrior's shaft as it landed with a slap onto his belly. "Let us test my multi-tasking skills shall we?" He grinned as he grabbed a razor in one hand, used his free hand to guide Reinhardt's cock into his mouth before beginning work on Rein's pubes.

Reinhardt didn't embarrass easily, but he let out a moan of pleasure as Luther did this and covered his eyes with his arm, feeling the heat of Luther's mouth wrap around his flesh and somehow continued to work away at his hair at the same time. He could feel the razor scraping at his hair, shaving it away bit by bit as his mouth worked in a slow, repetitive motion down and up. Luther let out a soft growl as he deep throated Rein's length, sending vibrations down that made the man's toes curl. It felt like a vice tightening down at the man's throat and then releasing as he lifted his head up. Again and again as he took his time shaving this particular area until the skin was bald. Slowly, Luther lifted his head from the shaft, letting his tongue dangle for a final tickle with his beard. He smirked at Reinhardt and then nonchalantly continued his tour down the front of the man's legs, his hair abruptly went light the further down it went until his ankles. Luther made short work of both of his legs. "Hmm, there. That ought to do it." He said. As he looked into Reinhardt's eyes and without a word began to run his fingers along the man's bald scalp again, the touch against his bare skin felt strangely remarkable, he barely even heard Luther speak up "So, how do you feel, Reinhardt?"

Reinhardt sat up and flexed his arms, looking down at his body. "How do I feel?" He asked as he turned and slid off the chair in front of Luther; his body shiny and slick, and smooth as a baby's backside. "I feel incredible! Alive! I haven't been this excited in--" He paused and looked down at his still-throbbing erection. "Well, I'm sure you can guess." He said with a blush. He barely had a moment to react before Luther stepped up to the man almost half a foot higher than himself and grabbed him around the waist, pulling their bodies together.

"I thought you might!" He said with a grin and a growl as he threw Reinhardt directly into the floor and landed on top of him.

The feel of Luther's hairy torso shoving against his entire torso made Reinhardt feel alive. Giving a confident "HAHA!" He took the man in a head lock and turned him over so that the cold floor pressed against Luther's back instead of his. "You think you have the strength to out-muscle me? I dare you to try that again!"

"Oh, I'll try that, and more!" Luther shouted as he turned to wrestle Reinhardt back underneath him with a loud grunt.

Reinhardt was taken aback by the amount of strength Luther had, not only to take him down, but to wrestle him for dominance? He grabbed onto Luther's pants as he had nowhere else he could freely put his hands, and realized his mistake as soon as he heard the tearing of fabric and the white pants; which were barely holding back Luther's bulge suddenly ripped straight down the center and fell apart like paper mache. Their cocks collided hard, giving an actual slapping noise that filled the room as they crashed down, Luther's full-on hairy body crushing against Rein's shaven one. "I'm s-sorry I didn'--didn't mean to..." Rein cleared his throat, trying to ignore the pulsating muscle between them and the feeling of hair scratching along his skin; tickling in some areas, tingling in others as Luther's arms locked under Reinhardt's and he pulled him in for another deep, hard kiss.

It was like hugging a carpet, Reinhardt was dripping from the contact which only made Luther's body respond in kind as they kissed ravenously. That damn thick beard of his, and to think his body was so much more sensitive with that hair pressing against it; that was when Reinhardt had gotten an idea and broke the kiss. "Luther...?"

"Mmm what is it?" The barber responded, hardly moving to let the bigger man go.

"Well, I was thinking perhaps you'd like to experience this? This shaven wonder you've introduced me to."

"What are you talking about?" Luther asked in amusement.

Rein shrugged. "Well, how about I shave you, just as you shaved me? Give you the look you need with the look I want."

Luther pondered for a moment before his eyes lit up, Reinhardt could see the man had an idea and, climbing off, he walked over to a tray lined underneath Rein's seat he hadn't noticed before. "I have a marvelous idea, you seem to enjoy the tingle of hair against your bare skin, so why don't we enhance it?"

"How?"

"Oh just grab some shears and a razor and follow me." Luther said as he headed from the room in all his naked glory. Reinhardt didn't waste a moment following the instructions and was out behind Luther quick as a rabbit as they went up the stairs behind the shop.

The stairs themselves were in a fairly tight hallway, Reinhardt could barely move from left to right, only finding himself directed up the slight wind to them as they went up into a loft area that suddenly opened up into a larger room; it was an apartment directly above the shop. Well laid out, it was a studio apartment, the kitchen and living room sharing a space next to the door with a small step up into a carpeted area with a large bed under a skylight window. As he approached the bed, Luther poured the contents of the tray onto it; littering the maroon-colored sheets with the silvery gray color of Reinhardt's discarded hair, he then sat assertively on the bed and wagged his finger. "Now, come here handsome." He said with a grin.

Reinhardt was nervous; despite his nerves however, his cock was hard as a rock and he he approached Luther. The barber grinned wildly and grabbed Rein around the waist, pulling him up on top of himself. He grunted and settled into place laughing in amusement as his cock traveled along Luther's hairy chest, tickling and tingling at the same time as his precum dripped out onto it. "Oh... fuck yes..." He moaned as he took his hands and gripped firmly at Luther's chest. Luther then moved his hands up Reinhardt's waist to his shoulders and pulled him down into another rough, messy kiss. Both moaned and Rein let the air flow from his nostrils as his face, his smooth body laying across that pelt again as Luther pulled him down on top of him. Reinhardt squeezed his cheeks together and felt that thick, warm shaft pressing up against his ass. He wanted him; he wanted him badly, his body had never felt so alive. The cool feeling of the razor and bottle in his hand brought him back to reality and he knew what he needed to do. He pulled away slowly, letting his ass slide down the flesh before getting to work on Luther's large chest, he put his hands upon it, feeling the slick fluid pressing between his fingers he pulled back some, letting the liquid trail all the way back to the other man's crotch, rubbing his way down as he rubbed it in, a massage, a very sensual massage made Luther's cock spring and bounce. As Rein dismounted Luther's lap the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, allowing him to pass the razor along his chest, leaving a glisten of bare skin as he used it.

"Mmm yes, Reinhardt, keep doing that." He said, puffing his chest out as Rein took his razor to it. He cleaned the pelt from one side, then moved to the other side, sliding the razor easily down past his cock.

Taking a moment, Reinhardt licked his lips and passed it over the tip of Luther's cock. Luther let out a moan and a sigh of relief. His cock throbbed and pulsed a thick bead of precum onto Reinhardt's tongue. He swallowed it with a gulp and dragged himself all the way down to the hilt and then slowly dragged it back up, watching Luther twitch in response as Rein's blade evenly rounded the hilt of the man's cock, leaving the area nicely shorn. "You know, it's almost a shame you're not as hairy all over, I feel somewhat shorted." He grinned.

"Mmm I'm sorry to disappoint you." Luther said as he pulled Reinhardt onto his lap again, their smooth, bare chests now pressing together, muscle to muscle.

This also felt strange to Reinhardt, the skin of their pectorals somewhat sticky from the blue, Luther leaning back began to run his hands over the sheets, spreading his chestnut hair underneath them as he returned the pair of them to a kiss. It was then that Reinhardt brought the razor out again and pressed it to Luther's beard. "Mmm now you've given me the haircut you've wanted, I'd like to return the favor." He grinned.

Luther's green eyes locked with Reinhardt's blue ones; he was unphased and again, he took Rein's razor hand and pulled him close. "I trust you, Reinhardt. Do your worst."

Reinhardt's hand worked over Luther's cheek, he hadn't applied the anything to the man's face, but guided himself by feeling as the skin sang slightly under the shine of the razor. He moved down along the cheek and turned as he approached the chin; no, a mustache would be perfect, he felt Luther's hair fall on his naked crotch as their cocks rubbed together, Luther's hand steady on Reinhardt's hip, the man's cock resting firmly between his cheeks. It was like an artist at work, leaving the base of the chin and a small tuft just under his lip as he moved to the other side. The thick, towering beard fell away so easily, it was almost frightening. The blade staggered over Luther's scarred face, revealing some of the shrapnel damage with this new look, Reinhardt gave the man a slow goatee and by the time he'd finished with his beard, it was as though he was looking at a completely different person.

Now it was time to shear the hair off the top of Luther's head, Reinhardt removed the bun tied on top and reached down for the scissors he'd brought up. Slowy cutting at the man's shoulder-length hair, he brushed the hair back so it too would fall onto the bed, gently behind the barber. As the hair fell away, Luther sighed; he closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly. Indulging in every moment. Reinhardt grinded himself on Luther's lap, feeling the man's cock and finding that it hadn't lost any interest in this either. The men kissed again and in a moment of passion, Reinhardt felt himself being lifted up slightly. He had begun to slide the razor across the remaining follicles, but remained careful as he was lifted up and moaned as once again, Luther's tongue, then his lips pulled his cock into range and began to deep throat him as he still worked... the feeling was incredible. As he finished, Reinhardt grinned and took Luther's head into his large hands, his fingers were almost big enough to wrap around the entirety of the back of his head. He chuckled and kissed him, pressing their foreheads together as his hands slowly groped their way up toward the top of Luther's scalp, enjoying that smooth feel he too enjoyed. He pulled his head back and took some aftershave before slowly applying it; allowing his fingers to circle around and around as they worked out the flesh from the base to the very top of Luther's head.

Reinhardt gazed at the now-bald man, his goatee and his eyebrows now the only hint on his body of his true hair color and both smiled before kissing once again. Reinhardt could feel Luther's cock pressing needfully against his ass, and Luther laid back on the bed, reaching his arm back to the night stand beside it. He pulled out a clear bottle and reached forward, drizzling his cock and Reinhardt's ass with the slippery substance. Rein didn't skip a beat; as soon as he felt it, he moaned and pressed himself backwards, feeling Luther's cock push into him with a rather lewd-sounding pop. Luther gasped and reached forward, wrapping his muscular arm around Rein's waist as he rose with both of them together, pushing in deeper. Reinhardt's head fell back as he let out an audible moan, still feeling his cock wet and hard against Luther's newly smoothened chest. Again with a thrust and a downward drop, Rein felt Luther in him all the way to the hilt, he could feel the man's flesh twitching inside of him and every buck of Luther's hips, pleasure radiated throughout the man's body. The two locked into a kiss for a moment, their hands exploring the other's body for several moments longer before Reinhardt took charge of the situation.

Pushing down on Luther's chest, he laid the man back onto the bed and began to rise and fall on his own. Slapping his ass down so hard now that he felt Luther's balls bounce up against it. "Oh yes... yessss!" He began to moan even louder as Luther laid under him, not able to do much but hold on as Reinhardt began to ride him harder. Throwing his head back now as he moaned deep and loud, growing more and more eager by the minute. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

Luther could smell the aftershave wafting around Reinhardt's body, to a barber the smell was almost intoxicating and had suddenly become a real turn on. In a rather aggressive show of force, Luther pushed up on Reinhardt's chest and flipped the both of them over, so now Luther was on the top. A flurry of their discarded hair fluffed off the bed, sending a wave of it into the air like an ash cloud. Luther plunged his cock again into Rein's body, making him howl in mad delight. He couldn't control himself, he wanted everything; he hooked his arms up under Rein's legs, pulling his knees up level with his bare chest, his bare balls slapping against his ass, he placed his hands on the man's bald head and for a few moments it was as if he was trying to force feed the goliath man his own cock, but the feeling of his scalp, that was all he wanted. Their bodies twisted and contorted, the bed bouncing from their impassioned fucking until he couldn't stand it anymore. In a fell movement, Luther pulled himself free of Rein's insatiable grasp, pulled himself out to the tip and turned the man over ruggedly on the bed.

Reinhardt moaned as Luther then drove himself in again without skipping a beat; watching the muscles of the man's butt ripple in response to his more aggressive topping. It was unbelievable to Reinhardt that someone could possess this much strength against him..

"R-Reinh--aardt!" Luther's body stretched and flexed every muscle. "G-Goooods! FUUUUUCK!" Luther pressed his face down and lifted the man's head up, pressing his lips and his nose against that warm, smooth bald scalp. He felt every shape, he could almost hear the blood rushing to Rein's brain. It was there he began to kiss it and taste the bald head of the man he'd wanted for so very long. With this, he gritted his teeth for the climax to come...

The pair howled out in pleasure at the same time, Luther cumming hard into Rein as the muscular bubble butt squeezed around his throbbing shaft. Feeling this, Reinhardt began to unleash his seed into the bedsheets, feeling it pulse even through the blankets as it gushed forth in a warm, wet, sticky mess. Meanwhile, Luther continued to rub his face into the back of Reinhardt's head, still indulging himself in the moment.

"If I would have known you'd be up for this...I would have suggested this years ago..." Luther said, trying to catch his breath.

"Well then, I suppose it's about time I made up for those years now, isn't it?" He grinned. "Are you ready for round two?"

"Come on, Papa it's been three hours already. Can't you go find Reinhardt?" Brigitte said in frustration as the pair wandered the streets by the mall. "I mean..."

"He's an adult, Brigitte. I'm sure he's capable of defending himself. Why I bet he's--" Torbjorn's words cut off as he stared down the street. "...he's lost his damned mind! That's what!!"

Brigitte followed Torbjorn's gaze as well and let out a loud gasp of shock. Reinhardt was approaching them, but completely bald and a brilliantly fresh-shaven handlebar mustache replacing his once-glorious beard. "Oh. My. Gosh..." She exclaimed. "Reinhardt?!"

Reinhardt chuckled as he approached, he stretched his arms out and smiled. "So! What do you think? Does it suit me?"

"Does it suit you?!" Torbjorn couldn't speak without his jaw being practically to the floor. "Why--it looks like your head's been run over by a weed-wha--"

"It looks fine, Reinhardt!" Brigitte interrupted suddenly, shooting a stern look to her father. "It definitely suits an old soldier like yourself."

Torbjorn cleared his throat, taking the hint from her. "Erm...yes, yes it does. But what on earth convinced you to make such a radical change?"

Reinhardt smirked, looking back in the direction of the barbershop's lone alleyway. "An old friend...I suppose." He said introspectively. "One that I hope to see again someday. Soon."

THE END