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Spike/Xander

NC-17

Ride

Spike was waiting for Xander on the couch when he arrived home from work. More and more often over the past month and every night he past week he’d been avoiding Xander. “Spike! My long-lost husband!” Xander cried, taking the vampire into his arms. “I never thought I’d become a garage widow.”

Spike kissed his mate soundly and hugged him. “So you admit you’re the woman?”

“Only every other night,” Xander grinned.

Spike pulled away and lead Xander to the bedroom. “You need to get dressed, Love. We’re going out.”

Xander looked Spike over closely. The grease had been scrubbed from under his nails and a fresh, even coat of black polish applied. He wore one of his silky red shirts and a pair of jeans with a hole ripped in one knee. “What should I wear, Spike? You’re an odd mix of tidy and grunge.”

Spike grinned and went to the closet. He returned with an armful of clothes largely unfamiliar to Xander. Proudly, Spike laid out a pair of soft brown leather pants, a pair of black silk underwear, and a long-sleeve black t-shirt with a red dragon coiled around it. Spike left and returned with Xander’s docs and his leather bomber jacket.

“Are we going clubbing, Spike?” Xander asked, picking up the pants.

Spike threw himself in an armchair to watch his love dress. “Nope. Just us.”

Xander teasingly turned his back and shimmied out of his khakis and boxers. With a shy glace at Spike, he picked up the underwear. He was startled when one side come apart in his hands. “Hey! These have Velcro!”

“I know. Hurry. Get dressed.”

“You’re not going to hire me out to dance for dollars again are you?”

“Won’t share. Mine.”

Xander laughed, but still worried a bit when he discovered the pants held strategically Velcroed seams. Once dressed, he displayed himself for Spike’s inspection. “How’s this?”

The vampire was all over him, running his hands under the jacket and over the smooth leather covering Xander’s ass. “Delicious, Love. One last thing.” Spike took a leather thong from his pocket and expertly wore a short braid into Xander’s hair, containing the shoulder-length waves. “Come on. I’ve got a surprise.”

Spike lead his bemused lover through the house and into Spike’s “apartment” on the side of the building. “I’ve been neglecting you all week, haven’t I?” Spike asked, taking Xander in his arms outside the garage door. Xander nodded, sticking out his lower lip in a pout. “Well, my project is done. Let me show her to you.”

“Her? What’s this about, mister?” Xander asked mock-angry as Spike opened the garage door and lead Xander in.

Spike stood aside and presented his prize. In the center of the tidy garage stood a huge black motorcycle. “It’s the same kind they used on ‘Chips.’” Spike said, and proceeded to rattle off its pedigree which was largely lost on Xander. “I got her on auction on line. She was in rough shape, but this is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.” He captured Xander as he made another circuit of the bike and pulled him close. “I just never had the place to do it before.” Spike tenderly kissed Xander. “This place… it means a lot to me, Love. A home. I never had that before.”

Xander grinned. “And you think I had, really?” He kissed Spike again and looked back at the bike. “It’s huge. And size does mean something..”

Spike tongued an incisor and grinned, releasing Xander. “Then let’s not delay in getting it between your legs, love.” Spike tossed a black helmet with a coiled dragon matching the one on his shirt to Xander. Inside was a pair of supple leather gloves. “Have you ridden a motorcycle before, Pet?”

“Just the once, with you.” It had been a much smaller motorcycle and only for a couple of blocks.

“I’ll give you the rules, love.” Spike went over the guides of where he could put his feet, how to hold on, how to lean and move with the driver, and how to signal for a requested stop or turn. Spike made sure Xander’s helmet was fastened properly, and his jacket zipped. He pulled on his duster, checked the pockets and swung his leg over the bike.

Xander’s heart flipped seeing Spike so easily rock the huge machine off its stands. Spike grinned and kicked it to roaring life. He nodded to Xander who put his feet where instructed and mounted behind Spike. He shifted and looked around him before wrapping his arms around Spike. “You ready, Pet?” Spike shouted.

“Let’s go!” Xander replied.

Spike pulled the door remote form his pocket, opened the door and eased them out into the night. Spike went easy through the dark street, letting Xander get used to the feel and movement of the machine. Spike stopped at a traffic light on the edge of town. “You okay, Pet?” Spike asked over the rumble of the motor.

“I’m good. This is fun.”

“Well hold on, it’s going to get more fun. In fact, hitch a bit closer, Love.”

Xander shifted until the leather of his pants squeaked against Spike’s duster. He wrapped his arms around Spike’s lean waist and gave Spike that indicated he was settled. The light changed, and Spike gunned the throttle.

Xander was glad for the back on the seat. While he wasn’t touching it, he was happy it was there. Spike was a little shorter, so Xander could easily look over Spike’s shoulder. Everything seemed so close, and they were so exposed. He avoided looking down at the street rushing by.  “Relax!” Spike shouted. Xander barely heard him, and patted his acknowledgement.

Soon all around them was dark and they headed out along the coast. Xander relaxed against Spike’s back and soon ventured to sit up more and look around. He had no idea how fast hey were going and decided he’d feel better not knowing. The night air was cool where it crept in around the cuffs and neck of his jacket, but it wasn’t bad. Spike patted his leg  and pointed. A coyote stood off the side of the road and watched them with reflective eyes. Soon, Spike indicated Xander should hold tight again and he signaled a turn. Xander leaned with him as the road started to climb.

Many turns later, and Xander was loving the feel of Spike’s body where his thighs were pressed close to his lover’s. The muscular waist flexed and shifted under his arms. The ocean flashed in the moonlight off to one side, and cliffs reared high on the other. They slowed and approached a gated driveway.

Spike carefully steered the bike around the gate on a track in the grass and cut the headlight. Xander panicked at the sudden dark and felt Spike chuckle. Of course the vampire could see just fine. The engine purred quietly as Spike steered them down a winding driveway in the moonlight.

The house that was revealed when they rounded the final corner was something out of a magazine. It was a movie star home, no doubt. However, no lights shone anywhere.

Spike boldly drove around the back of the house, along a walking path, and stopped on a  paved area on a cliff overlooking the sea. He cut the motor. “Need to stretch your legs, Pet?”

A bit wobbly, Xander dismounted and took off his helmet. Spike rocked the bike up on its kickstands and dismounted. “What do you think?”

“About what? I’m overwhelmed. The bike? That’s fun. I can see why you like it so much. But, where are we? Should we be here?”

Spike shrugged. “It belongs to an aging rock and roller who is currently on tour in Europe. I partied here once, maybe thirty years ago. There are caretakers, but they don’t take very good care. As long as we stay away from the house, we’re fine.”

Xander looked at the view and his moon-lit lover. “It’s beautiful here, Spike. You’re beautiful.” Spike pulled his lover close and they kissed until they were gasping. Spike opened Xander’s jacket and skid his cold hands inside, making Xander jump.

“Got your legs back?” Spike asked.

“Are we leaving already?”

“Nope.” Spike eased Xander’s jacket off and laid it aside. “Get back on the bike, Love.” Xander kissed him again and swung his leg over the bike. He felt a little odd being there by himself. “Remember what I said. Don’t wiggle side to side and it’s very sturdy. Move forward, Pet.” Spike slipped off his coat and climbed up behind Xander.

“I can’t drive this, Spike.”

“Who said you were going to drive?” Spike slid up close, much as Xander had been behind him. The metal was warm between his thighs and Spike was cool against his back. Spike reached around ran his hands from knee to groin as he kissed Xander’s neck. Spike directed him to put his feet on the pegs and lean forward. Soon his clever hands hand peeled away the Velcro seams, leaving Xander in just his silky underwear.

“God, Spike!” Xander moaned as his strong fingers worked him through the thin fabric. One hand trailed along his back and pressed his hole. “Please! Spike!”

“See? I’m the one driving.” With a tug, the black silk came free. “You’re beautiful, Pet. Just beautiful.” Spike carefully and quickly prepared his lover with lube he’d slipped form his packet. With practiced flips, he opened the buttons on his jeans and freed his very hard cock. Spike pulled his lover’s hips back and guided him onto his cock.

Xander moaned as he was filled by his lover. “Missed you, Spike.”

“I had to make a dramatic entrance, didn’t I?”

Xander groaned at the pun. “Remind me to smack you when I don’t feel so good.”

“Then I guess I have to keep you feeling good for a long time, don’t’ I?”

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