A Night To Remember: Part 2
“Vroom,” vroomed Spike as he sat astride the Easy Rider, “Vroom vroom.”
“We’re not going out on that thing,” glowered Angel adjusting himself at the sight of Spike bouncing up and down on the Harley and caressing its gas tank with delicate swipes of his fingers. “It’s a clichéd fuck machine.”
“Hey, I’m not clichéd and vampires aren’t neuter.”
“There are times when I wish I’d had you neutered when you were a pup,” sniggered Angel then felt very sorry and kissed Spike better all the way down to his low slung leather hipsters.
“I wanna go out,” panted Spike as Angel showed him just how clever he was at unfastening a button fly with fangs and tongue. Spike’s erection slapped against his t shirt covered belly, oozing little droplets of pre-come onto the black material “You’re s’posed to be taking me out.”
“I have taken you out,” Angel’s features shifted back to human face and he grinned happily. “Problem with you, Spike is that you’re never satisfied.”
Spike’s feather-stuffed grin half an hour later testified that, if not satisfied, then he’d at least keep until later. Angel tucked the, now happily malleable, vampire on the back of the bike and slid on in front. The engine revved up at the press of a button and they purred out of the garage - the bike roaring away so loudly it was damned difficult to hear the purring.
A few minutes later, once Angel had reached the freeway and was busy worrying about potential wind damage to his hair style, a pair of - extremely cold - hands worked their way under his T-shirt. The bike veered wildly, the back end skidding as nails flicked across his nipples.
“Not now, Spike,” he bellowed, fighting the beast back into a straight line. The beast in his pants had other ideas, straining at the leather and begging to be taken in hand and shown a little discipline.
True to form, Spike was more obedient to Angel’s cock than to Angel’s voice and snuggled in closer. One hand abandoned its nipple hunt and took up the quest for more intimate flesh, popping the top button on Angel’s pants and sliding inside.
Angel groaned as chilly fingers closed round his cock. The snigger from behind was almost enough to make him stop the bike and show his insanely stupid offspring the error of his ways, but that was before the firm strokes started, combined with those little twists and jerks at the end.
And the voice in his ear murmuring, “Angel, do you like to fuck? Will you shag me for a buck? I will shag you on a bike, I will shag you where I like. I will shag you in a truck, first a wank and then a suck. I will shag you in a car, in a limo with a bar. I will shag you in a train, then a lift, perhaps a crane. I will shag you anywhere, just so others stand and stare.”
Ok, the rhymes were terrible but the handjob wasn’t. And the throb of the engine against his balls kept time with Spike’s voice until Angel was one big throbbing mass of…
“Fuck!” Angel gasped and lost control totally as he shot into Spike’s hand. The Harley swerved across two lanes, cutting up a truck and a little old lady in an enormous SUV, and then skidded to a halt on the verge.
“Goddamned faggots!” the grey haired harridan screamed at them, giving them the finger as she careered past.
******
“Spike, you stupid, idiot, vampire, moron, insane, moronic moron.”
Angel stared at the smashed headlight and knelt down to examine the Harley for any other injuries.
“My baby,” he crooned patting it gently.
“Er, Angel?”
“Fuck off.”
“Angel?”
“Do not tell me that I didn’t even like this motorcycle, because I did. I loved them all. I love owning a garage full of vehicles and I love having money coming out my arse and I love being able to brag about it and feel so superior to you.”
“Ange?”
“Shut it.”
“Angelyourdicksstillhangingoutyourpantsandpeoplearestaringatyou.”
“What?”
“Your dick’s still hanging out and people are gawping at you.”
Angel slapped Spike round the side of the head then rubbed it better. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I tried.”
Sighing sadly to himself, Angel tucked his cock back into his jeans and wiped away the come with a pocket pack of tissues he found in his jacket. The Harley wasn’t too damaged, just a little scratch here and there.
“You will shag me on the bike!” Angel climbed onto the Harley and snorted.
“Okay.” Spike grinned, unfastening his pants and pulling the butter soft leather down then easing his cock free from where it had been trapped uncomfortably in the right leg of his pants.
“Oh for God’s sake, I wasn’t asking you to screw me, which would be physically impossible on a moving motorbike by the way, I was just laughing at your poetry which has got worse, another thing I also thought was physically impossible.
“Wanker,” pouted Spike “And it so is possible to fuck in moving vehicles coz I’ve done it. Lots.”
“No you haven’t.”
“Yes, I have.”
“No you haven’t.”
“You calling me a liar?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.”
“And it is impossible.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Fine by me.”
“Right.” Spike folded his arms and stroked his cock thoughtfully. “Tonight we don’t go the poncy movies or the wanky opera. Tonight we try and fuck in as many moving vehicles as possible and if both of us get off it counts as a point to me and if we don’t then you win the round. At the end of the night whoever loses has to whack off under the desk tomorrow while Wesley’s in the room.”
“You have some bizarre fantasies,” frowned Angel, although he was sure everyone could tell he was secretly smiling inside.
Spike grinned and climbed onto the bike, wriggling around to free up his cock, “Pull your pants down and hop on, little Momma.”
“Well, okay then, in the name of research and mostly because I want to see you blushing in front of Wes,” Angel started the bike and revved up, lifting himself up on the pegs and easing back ‘til he could feel Spike’s cock nudge against his unprepped hole.
In one swift movement Spike bucked up and Angel sank down and they were joined. Both vampires howled with pleasure as blood spilled lubricating the passage of Spike’s cock as they raced through the streets, fucking each other as fiercely as they could manage, aroused even more by the thrum of the engine and the cool air rushing past them. Spike wrapped his fingers around Angel’s cock and began to pull, gripping him tight and working the slippery pre-come up and down his shaft.
“You should bottom more often, with a gorgeous arse like that, Ange. So tight makes me wanna come already. It was so good when you shot all over my hand before that I nearly came in my pants. Could you feel me, Sire, pressing up against you and rubbing myself off against your back?”
Angel nodded, leaning against the firm body, almost ready to pass out. He loved fucking Spike. Just thinking about that monologue of dirty words made him hard, and to hear it whispered in his ear as they were flying through the outskirts of the city was sending him dangerously high. So much more than men, more than demons. They were Gods; omnipotent, supreme….
What was that signpost doing racing toward them in the middle of the road?