TITLE: “Cheesecake Run” (1/1)
AUTHOR: starcrossed
E-MAIL: sassykajun@hotmail.com
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. I love hearing from my readers.
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: None to speak of
SUMMARY: This is an answer to Zadi’s “cheesecake” challenge and it’s pure PWP!
As such, I offer no explanation for how these two gorgeous creatures ended up
together, nor am I particularly concerned with Angel’s pesky curse. This is
simply two male vampires having fun!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except my original story idea. The shows “Buffy the
Vampire Slayer” and “Angel” belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox,
Lazy Dave Productions, etc. There is absolutely no copyright infringement intended,
so please don’t sue.
DEDICATION: This one is for my beloved Zadi! Hope it’s what you had in mind!
NOTE: I own no rights to the song, “Hey Pretty.” It belongs to the musical artist,
Poe. I merely borrowed the lyrics for use in my story.
“Oy, Peaches! You din’t ‘ave to hit me so bleedin’ hard!” Spike was on his
ass on an exercise mat, vigorously rubbing his left eye. "In fact, you din’t
‘ave to hit me at all.” The platinum blonde affected a pretty pout as he sat
glaring up at his sire.
Angel reached a hand down to help his childe up. “Sorry… you know how involved
I get when I’m practicing Tai Chi.”
Spike allowed Angel to pull him to his feet. His beautifully sculpted lips were
still pouting. “Effin, pouf! I think you ought to make it up to me. I’m gonna
‘ave one hell of a shiner!”
The tall, dark vampire half-grinned at the blonde one. “You won’t have much
of a black eye – vampiric healing and all that…”
Spike placed his hands on his lean hips and looked Angel up and down. “Well,
still, a fellow oughta get *something* for being maliciously assaulted ‘n all…”
This time, Angel couldn’t help but smile as he shook his head. Spike was impossible.
“Just what did you have in mind?”
“I wanna cheesecake!”
The older vampire arched an elegant eyebrow at the rather odd request. “A cheesecake?
At this hour?”
“Yeah, a big, fat, creamy cheesecake, Peaches. It’s what I want.”
“And just *where* do you propose we get something like that at this hour?” Angel
glanced at the clock on the wall of his training room, noting the time as 2
a.m.
“I know a place… run by a demon, actually, but damn if she doesn’t make the
*best* desserts.”
The master vampire crossed his arms over his well-sculpted chest and shook his
head ruefully. “I suppose I won’t get a moments peace until I take you to do
this, will I?”
Spike grinned saucily. “Nope.”
“Alright, then, let me go change my clothes real quick and we’ll go buy yourcheesecake.”
Angel left a still grinning Spike and headed upstairs for a quick shower and
change of clothes. Twenty minutes later, he was back downstairs, dressed in
his customary black, hair still damp. His childe, however, was nowhere to be
seen. “Spike?”
“In here,” came the gravelly, British-accented voice. “I’m watchin’ the telly.”
Angel shook his head and followed the sound of Spike’s voice. He paused in the
doorway, glancing at the blonde seated on the leather sofa in front of the 25-inch
television. “I’m ready to go.”
Spike raised a hand and shook it without turning around to look at his sire.
“Shh, this is the best part coming up!”
“What in the world are you watching and why is it so important?” Angel had never
been able to understand the other vampire’s seeming obsession with television.
“This is the movie, “Flashdance,” you ‘effin bollock. You might know that if
you ever bothered to watch the telly with me. The big dance scene where she
dances to the song, “Maniac” is comin’ up and it’s awesome.”
Angel shook his head, still not getting it. “I thought you wanted a cheesecake…”
“I do, I do, just give me a few minutes and we’ll go, I promise.”
The brunette vampire crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the ceiling,
impatiently waiting until Spike was ready to leave. There was simply no convincing
the blonde vampire once he’d made up his mind about something.
Finally, Spike got up from the couch and turned the television off with the
remote. Thumbs hooked sexily into the belt loops of his tight black jeans, he
sauntered across the room, stopping in front of Angel and planting a big, wet
kiss on the other vampire’s cool lips. “Let’s go, Peaches! I haven’t got all
night. The sun’ll be up in a couple of hours, you know.”
Angel grinned wryly and turned to follow Spike out to the garage, one long arm
reaching out to swat his lover’s tight ass. “You’re impossible!”
The blonde turned to look at him. “Yeah, and that’s why you love me, you big
lug!”
Ten minutes later, the duo was underway, cruising toward the Pacific Coast Highway
in Angel’s vintage black convertible. The top was down and the cool night breeze
was tousling their hair. Spike, never having been one for sitting still for
any given length of time, leaned over and turned the radio on, flipping through
the stations until he found one that suited his musical tastes.
“Crikey, Peaches!” He exclaimed upon first turning the car stereo on. “How is
it that you live in the modern world, yet you still prefer to listen to music
that’s over three hundred years old?” Spike wrinkled his nose in disgust over
Angel’s classical tastes.
Taking his eyes off the road for a brief instant, Angel glanced over at his
companion. “At least it’s music… better than that stuff you listen to!”
“Hey! At least my musical tastes are in tune with the present century!” Spike
finally found a station he liked and leaned back against the leather seat, eyes
closed as he enjoyed both the music and the night air.
Angel focused his attentions back on the road and stifled the retort that had
been on the tip of his tongue. He knew from years of prior experience that one
could never win an argument with Spike. Better just to let him listen to his
preferred music than to have the blonde pout during the whole drive.
Spike opened his eyes and sat up a bit straighter in the seat as one song ended
and a different one began to play. He leaned forward once more to increase the
volume, the action causing Angel to grimace, as he silently feared for his car's
speakers.
“I love this song! You should listen to it, Angel. This chick can really sing.”
As if to prove a point, Spike began to sing along with the woman on the radio.
//Hey pretty
Don’t you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don’t you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rockin’ through my world
(my world)
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rockin’ through my world
(my world)
“Oh come on,” Spike slid across the seat until he was right next to Angel. “My
music isn’t *that* bad.” He placed a hand upon one of Angel’s muscular thighs
and began caressing him through the material of his trousers. A wicked grin
lit up Spike’s face as that hand traveled ever steadily upward and he repeated
some of the lyrics of the song.
“Hey pretty, don’t you wanna take a *ride* with me?” His hand now gently kneading
Angel’s cock, he continued to sing as he leaned in to lick the side of his lover’s
neck, whispering the next verse in Angel’s ear. “Hey pretty, don’t you wanna
*kick* and *slide* through my world?”
Angel growled and tried unsuccessfully to shift his lap away from Spike. He
was suddenly finding it quite impossible to concentrate on the road. With a
swift, sharp turn of the wheel, he pulled the convertible off to the right side
of the highway where there happened to be a scenic overlook of the ocean. Cutting
the ignition, he turned to face Spike, pulling him roughly into his embrace
and taking his mouth in a fast, bruising kiss.
After a few moments, Spike pulled away, looking up at his sire. “Boy, Peaches,
you never cease to amaze me!” He glanced over his shoulder at the mostly deserted
highway. “You sure you wanna do this *here*? Could be a bit risky, what with
the road bein’ right behind us and all…” he grinned saucily.
Angel sat beside him, beautiful brown eyes tinged with saffron, and taking deep,
unnecessary breaths. “Get out of the car, take your clothes off, and get into
the back seat, NOW!”
Spike immediately picked up on the commanding tone in his sire’s voice and knew
better than to question or disobey. Sliding back across the leather seat, he
opened the passenger door and got out. He began quickly shedding his clothing
as he watched Angel alight from the driver’s seat and fuss with putting the
convertible’s roof up. Naked, Spike climbed into the roomy back seat and stretched
out on his back, awaiting his lover’s next move.
In a matter of moments, Angel finished with the car’s top and windows and joined
Spike in the back seat. Still fully clothed, he stretched out on top of the
blonde vampire and took his mouth in another raw, deep kiss, their tongues dueling
for dominance. As they kissed, Angel managed to secure both of Spike’s wrists
in one of his large hands and pin them over the younger man’s head.
Grinding his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, his cloth covered erection pushing
against Spike’s fully hard and naked cock, Angel pulled back from the kiss and
looked into the other man’s eyes. His childe’s blue eyes were now almost fully
saffron and the tips of his elongated canines were poking out past the edge
of his upper lip. Even though he had no need for oxygen, Spike was breathing
quite laboriously. Still, Angel knew his unruly lover wouldn’t ask for what
he wanted… *yet*. Time to up the ante.
Giving Spike a heated look, he released the other man’s wrists. “Keep them above
your head,” Angel quietly ordered as he began to shift his large body around
the best he could within the confines of the back seat. After a few frustrated
moments of trying to position himself, he realized that it just wasn’t going
to work inside the car. Sitting up, he reached for a door handle, and flung
open one of the back doors.
“*OUT*!”
Spike looked confused. “But, Angel… I thought…”
“*Get out of the car, Spike*!”
The blonde sat up and quickly scrambled across the back seat and his sire’s
body to do as he was being told. Angel followed and once again grabbed hold
of Spike’s wrists, this time pinning them behind his back as he walked him around
to the front of the car. Spike soon found himself being thrown over the hood
of the convertible, hands being raised above his head on the warm, black metal.
“Stay just like that and don’t move.”
Quickly shedding his own clothes, Angel placed them on the hood, just past Spike’s
head. Kneeling in the soft dirt, he reached for his childe’s ass cheeks, parting
them as he leaned forward. Angel blew a gust of cold air across the now visible
rosette, causing Spike to shudder almost violently. Keeping the cheeks spread
open with his hands, Angel buried his face in the parted hemispheres, his nose
rubbing against Spike’s puckered entrance.
Spike bit his lower lip with the tips of his fangs, cutting it and drawing blood.
He balled his hands into fists, pounding them on the hood of the car, but he
still didn’t utter a word. No way was he going to give the git the satisfaction
of hearing him beg.
Angel soon replaced his nose with the tip of his tongue, slowly tracing around
the edges of the small hole. He smiled to himself as he felt Spike shudder again.
(Soon, soon he’ll ask me for what he’s dying to have.) Rolling the sides of
his tongue inwards, he inserted it into Spike’s rear passage, and began to swirl
it around ever so slowly.
This time, Spike couldn’t help it. Nothing pushed him to the edge faster than
a rimming and Angel damn well knew that. “Holy mother fucker, Angel! You aren’t
playing fair!”
Tightening his grip on Spike’s ass, Angel pushed forward with his tongue, inserting
it as far as it would go. Increasing the speed of his movement, he proceeded
to tongue fuck his childe, showing no mercy. Keeping one hand on Spike’s backside,
he used the other to reach up and around until he was able to grab hold of the
blonde’s erect and aching cock. Closing his hand fully over the hard flesh,
he began to pump it fast and furious.
Spike reared his head back, looking up at the star filled night sky. His slim
body was alternately thrusting backward and forward, trying to keep up with
the pace of Angel’s tongue and hand. He was finally past the point of caring
about showing weakness by begging. “P-Please, Angel, PLEASE!”
Pulling back, Angel let his tongue slide out of Spike’s ass. He rose to his
feet, his hard body covering Spike’s as he leaned over to whisper in his ear,
his voice soft and sultry. “Please, *what*?”
“You know goddamned well, *what*, you silly git!”
“Oooh, such a dirty mouth! We ought to do something about that…”
“Angel, please, FUCK ME!” Spike was past the point of desperation, his lean
hips thrusting forward, his cock surging into the hand that was still wrapped
around it.
Smiling, Angel released his hold on Spike and reached into the pocket of his
pants, extracting a small tube. Ever since Spike had come back into his life,
he’d learned to be prepared. Standing fully upright, he flipped open the lid
of the lubricant and squeezed a generous amount into one hand. Closing the tube,
he tossed it back onto his pile of clothing on the hood as he proceeded to stroke
his own erection, greasing it up. Satisfied that his cock was now slick enough,
he inserted first one, then two fingers into Spike’s ass, preparing him.
Spike moaned at the feel of the fingers inside of him and craned his neck around
to look at his sire. “Now, Angel, please? I can’t wait much longer.”
Angel nodded and moved forward, grasping hold of Spike’s hips. Placing the head
of his erection between the other man’s ass cheeks, he entered him in one swift
movement. Now, it was his turn to moan as Spike’s tight, inner walls clenched
around his cock.
“Aaaah, Angel! Feels so fucking good!”
His fingers dug almost painfully into the flesh of Spike’s hips as Angel began
thrusting. Pulling back until only the head of his cock remained, he paused
for a long moment before pushing back in, burying himself to the hilt. He repeated
this action a few more times until both of them were on the edge.
Spike’s voice was ragged with need when he finally spoke again. “My cock… touch
it, Angel…”
The brunette vampire wrapped one hand around his childe’s aching erection as
he continued to pound away inside of him. As his own orgasm approached, the
blood lust took over, and Angel’s face morphed into that of his demon. Thrusting
at an almost punishing speed, his hand pumping away on Spike’s cock, he leaned
forward and sank his fangs into the tender flesh of his lover’s neck.
The painfully erotic sensations being caused by his sire feeding on him sent
Spike spiraling over the edge and he bit himself on his forearm. As the borrowed
blood of his own body filled his mouth, his cock erupted and his semen splashed
over the front grill of the car and spilled onto the dirt below.
Two more thrusts and Angel came and his cool seed filled his lover’s ass. Removing
his fangs from Spike’s neck, he licked his lips as his human mask slipped back
into place. Slowly withdrawing his cock, he reached for Spike, pulling the younger
man into his embrace and turning him until they were facing each other. Dipping
his head, he kissed his childe, softly and tenderly.
“That was…” Spike’s voice trailed off as adequate words failed him.
“Yeah,” Angel quietly agreed. Looking up at the sky, he could see that the stars
were beginning to slowly fade. The sun would be rising behind the Hollywood
Hills and streaking across the sky within the next hour. “I don’t think we’re
going to have time to get that cheesecake.”
Spike inhaled deeply, smelling the approaching dawn. “That’s just like you,
Peaches. You promise me a treat and then you fail to deliver!” There was a pout
on his handsome face as he began to gather up his discarded clothing and pull
it on.
Angel shook his head as he dressed. “I don’t think a cheesecake is worth the
risk of both of us turning into piles of ash.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Spike sulkily agreed. “Still, I think I oughta
get something. I mean, not only did you sock me in the face but then, you shagged
me rotten across the hood of your car. Outside, too! Anyone could ‘ave passed
by and seen us!”
The corners of Angel’s mouth turned up in a half smile. “You didn’t seem to
mind so much at the time…”
“That’s not the point!” The blonde exclaimed as he climbed into the front passenger
seat. “You promised me a treat and all I got was a drive and a bloody rotten
shag!”
The dark haired vampire sighed as he slid in behind the wheel of the car and
started the engine. “Okay, Spike, so I still owe you something. Since we don’t
have time to go get your cheesecake, what would you like instead?”
The blonde leaned over to fiddle with the radio. “That, right there!”
Angel looked momentarily confused. “You want my car stereo?”
“No, you silly git! Can’t you hear? They are playing that song by Poe, again.
I want that CD.”
Angel nodded resignedly as he pulled the car back onto the highway, anxious
to beat the impending sunrise. “Okay, I’ll buy you that CD, although I still
can’t understand how you can call *that* music.”
Spike was no longer listening, though. With his head leaned back against the
seat and his eyes closed, he was singing along with the radio.
//Hey pretty
Don’t you wanna take a ride with me?
Hey pretty
Don’t you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
THE END