Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Thirty minutes from LA with Spike and Angel seems like an eternity.
Spoilers: Mid Season 4 Buffy; mid season 1 Angel. Spike is chipped. (Poor thing!)
Disclaimers: Sadly, not my boys. Just borrowing them to feed my raging hormones.
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~Part: 7~
The sun had set approximately an hour earlier as Spike and Angel finished packing up the car to head to LA. Both men had seemingly gotten distracted...twice. Small smiles graced their handsome features as they climbed in Angel's classic convertible.
"Ready?" Angel asked glancing toward his platinum childe.
"Let's roll, Peaches." Spike said as he lit an ever-present cigarette and kicked both feet onto the dashboard knowing that the careless action would torque his sire. Angel stared at the battered Doc Martins digging into the antique surface of the dash.
"William" Angel growled out pleased to see the feet drop back into the floorboard with an exasperated huff from Spike.
As the car peeled onto the freeway, Spike settled with searching through the radio stations for suitable driving music. Spike barked out a laugh as raw, raucous music blared from the car's stereo. Spike sang along loudly with the punk music as he flung the volume to the limit. Angel look heavenward and asked lowly "What have I gotten myself into?" The blonde snorted in laughter at the comment.
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Fifteen minutes and two stops later, Angel's patience was wearing unbelievably thin. Spike had insisted that Angel stop at the convenience store for 'snacks', which consisted of enough sugar to make the already hyperactive vampire bounce off the walls. Then, they passed the liquor store. Enough said. Angel's wallet groaned at the amount of liquor that filled three bags in the backseat, not counting the open bottle balanced between Spike's knees. <To not have any money, he sure does get a lot of shit. > Angel smirked as he watched his childe drain half of the bottle of whiskey in one swallow. Angel glanced again as Spike's tongue peaked out to lick the whiskey from his lips.
<Damn, I'm hard! > Angel thought exasperatedly.
The dark vampire failed to see the wicked smirk cross the blonde's face as he continued to stare out the front window. Spike took a cigarette from his pack and trailed slender fingers around the paper and pulled gently seemingly straightening the perfectly straight cigarette. Angel's eyes moved from the freeway in front of him and his childe repeatedly. Spike touched his tongue to the filter before sliding it between his lips. Angel's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel.
<Could cut diamonds! > Angel groaned silently.
Spike inhaled deeply accentuating his already deadly cheekbones and slowly released the plume of smoke letting it roll from his tongue. The strong scent of arousal hit the blonde vampire as a sardonic smirk broke the smooth lines of his face.
<He's killing me! >
Spike flicked the cigarette out the window and continued to stare out the window seemingly unaware of the conflict his Sire was drowning in. Without a turn of his head, Spike eased his hand over to grip his sire's throbbing erection. A collective groan fell from the darker vampire's lips as the blonde kneaded the bulge in Angel's dark pants.
"Will" Angel pleaded trying to concentrate on the freeway.
Spike deftly undid the button and zipper and Angel shivered as the cool California breeze caressed his hardness. Angel quickly glanced down as his childe grasped the marble shaft and gave a gently tug swiping his finger over the bulbous head.
"Mother of God." Angel moaned as delicious tingling traveled from his groin throughout his limbs.
"God ain't here, Peaches. Let's see if your boyo can take care of this for ya." Spike whispered dangerously close the dark vampire's ear. Angel stared in amazement as Spike dropped his platinum head into the older vampire's lap engulfing the erection in the cool cavern of his mouth.
"Shit." Angel groaned out trying to focus on the road ahead and the throng of cars whizzing past them. Spike's blonde head continued to bob up and down over his sire's steely hardness taking the entire length into the deepest part of his throat.
<That mouth! That wonderful, beautiful mouth! > Angel thought excitedly his gaze flitting from the vampire's head in his lap and the road ahead. The car careened off the nearest exit, flying through a quiet residential neighborhood. As Angel saw a sign stating 'Wilson's Family Orchard', he pulled the car off the blacktop onto a gravel road. Dozens of rows of apple trees stretched out for half a mile. Angel jerked the car into park eliciting a muffled "oomph" from the blond vampire and a hiss from the older one as blunt teeth scraped up the underside of his throbbing member.
Angel flung the door of the car open and pushed Spike away from his lap. "Hey Mate!" was all Spike managed before his Sire grabbed him up by the collar of his duster and hoisted him out of the car. With a determined stride, Angel walked over to a thick tree dragging his sputtering childe behind him. Angel pushed the blonde face first against the tree and in one quick motion divested his childe off his jeans.
"Uh, Angel?" Spike questioned trying to keep his mind on the current situation and not the raging hard-on pressed intimately into the tree. Angel didn't answer or acknowledge the question and swiftly bit into his wrist releasing a steady stream of blood coating his hand. He liberally coated his erection with the thick liquid and in one move entered his childe forcefully eliciting a hiss from Spike at the contact.
With his eyes blinded to everything but the man standing before him, Angel began a hard and punishing rhythm of fucking Spike. The blonde's eyes crossed as he gripped the tree tight. Angel knew that all the pent up emotion inside that this wouldn't last long, but he made every thrust count repeatedly hitting the swollen gland deep inside the blonde. Guttural moans filled the air as the vampires coupled violently. Angel felt the tension in his testicles indicating his imminent climax and with a sure hand reached to engulf Spike's own purple erection in his thick hand. Pumping erratically, Angel felt his child's body tense and Spike's internal muscles flutter around him as Spike emitted a feral yell as he came coating the tree he leaned upon in thick white streams. Angel strived now to achieve his own release and brutally sawed in and out of the blonde. The tingling started traveling from his sac up through-
"WHO THE HELL IS OUT THERE?" came an angry shout through the trees. Suddenly, a shot was fired into the air startling the two vampires.
"Oh, shit!""Fuck" was the whispered exclamations from the two demons as they turned to run for the car ineffectively trying to pull their pants up.
Spike couldn't suppress a chuckle. <Two most viscous vampires in history caught with their pants down, being chased through a fuckin' orchard with our bait and tackle flapping in the breeze. >
Angel glanced over at the snort of laughter coming from his childe and quickly tried to determine if he had indeed fucked Spike's brains out because the blonde was seriously loosing it.
Finally, reaching the antique convertible, the vampires jumped in and the car roared to life spinning gravel as it departed. Only then did Spike finally explode into loud laughter.
"You think this is FUNNY? We almost got shot." Angel said in disbelief.
"Oh, c'mon Peaches, look at the humor. The Scourge of Europe caught with his pants down in a fuckin' orchard. Priceless. If you could only see your face right now." Spike gasped as he dissolved once again in laughter.
Angel shook his head as the humor of the situation hit him. Smiling widely, he glanced at Spike. "What am I going to do with you, boy?" Angel asked as he chuckled merrily.
"Shag me into whatever surface we happen to be around obviously." Spike said sarcastically as he held up a ruby red object. "Hey Poof, care for an apple?"