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Johnny Blaze was thrumming with adrenaline and caffeine. He felt like he could have taken the jump again, just for fun. It was hard to burn off that kind of high- afterward, when the world snapped back to regular speed.
Usually there was nothing for it but a couple hours of exercise with music at maximum volume.
When Johnny Blaze came back to his dressing room, however, there was something else waiting for him.
A handsome dark-haired man with deceptively bright eyes. His pale, slender body in vinyl trousers and a mesh top was draped over the leather sofa. He'd broken into Johnny's stash, clearly. The room was smoky and pungent. Blackheart's mouth formed shapes to imprint on the smoke as he released it.
"Aren't you a bit early?" Johnny asked. He left Blackheart in a frustrating silence, refusing to take the hellion's bait. Johnny knew nothing annoyed him more.
"What?" He asked, exhaling smoke.
"Your friend," Johnny said dryly. "He doesn't come out 'til dark." He wanted to find something in the room to busy himself with, so he could ignore Blackheart's demanding presence.
"Good thing I'm not here for him, then," Blackheart purred. He fixed Johnny with a predatory look.
Blaze nevertheless found it inviting. He challenged himself: how long could he resist, with the full knowledge of temptation, no denial. He wanted Blackheart. He could admit that.
"I thought you only wanted demon cock?" Johnny shot back. Frustration and a streak of petty spite steamed off him.
"Don't worry. I like yours, too."
Blaze told on himself instantly, scoffing with nervous laughter. The quickest way to disarm Johnny Blaze, Blackheart had found, was to praise him.
"You don't do this much, do you?" He asked, delivering a question to save Johnny from his spiral of existential confusion.
"What?" He blinked.
"Fuck around," Blackheart said.
"No."
"You just defied death, aren't you high on it?"
He was. He still shrugged it off. "That's my job. I do it everyday."
"Doesn't mean you can't enjoy it."
As Blaze reflected on that, he felt an imperceptible force coaxing him forward. With an iron will, he dug in his heels.
"Don't do that," he rumbled at Blackheart. "Don't ever do that. Or this really will be over."
The prince of Hell sneered at Johnny Blaze. But he retracted his presence, conceding to the Rider's dominance. Eventually, he stood and moved himself closer. He touched Johnny's chest with one hand.
"Johnny Blaze, don't you feel like a rock star right now?" He inhaled smoke and passed it through their lips and into Johnny's mouth. "Why don't you fuck me like one?"
"I-" Blaze's desire was clear, but he had a habit of deflecting.
Blackheart kissed him, roughly. Blaze's lips were hot and they made the demon melt. Johnny took him mildly, lips meeting but not demanding.
"Why do you keep resisting? Just give in."
The Rider's body wasn't resisting. It accepted the demon warmly, but the truth was that they both wanted the chase.
"Can't help it," answered Blaze. "It's in my nature to resist."
"You mean to be stubborn," Blackheart corrected with a grin.
Blaze let a smirk play on his lips. "Pot, kettle," he muttered.
Blackheart unzipped Blaze's jacket and pried it off his shoulders. He kissed the Rider's lips hungrily.
"You're soaring. I can feel it." Blackheart put his cold hands under Johnny's shirt. "You can't lie to me. I know you inside and out." The demon tugged the shirt off him impatiently.
When Johnny didn't move, Blackheart punched him playfully in the chest. "Come on! Don't you want me, Johnny?"
Blaze shook his head. "D'you always have to be such a brat?"
Blackheart gave a dazzling smile that flashed a predator's maw. "You like it," he purred, and slipped his hands into the Rider's pants.
Blaze's eyes fluttered and his heart skipped a beat as his engine revved. Blackheart bit into the scar on his jaw and licked across his throat as the heat rose off his body.
"Johnny-" Blackheart's cold hands teased between his cock and balls. "Johnny-" the hellion left a trail of rough lovebites down the Rider's neck, interspersed with kisses and groans.
Blaze finally moaned, hearing Blackheart yearning for him, calling to his soul.
Johnny shut his eyes tight. Blackheart sank his teeth into his throat, into the tenderest, most vital part of him.
Finally, Blaze reached to grab him. The prince of Hell let the Rider manhandle him, practically mewling with excitement.
Johnny shoved him backward toward the vanity, and reached into a drawer. Blackheart grinned, assuming the Rider was going for lube.
"Oh, how sweet-"
Johnny Blaze spun the demon around to face himself in the mirror. He pulled Blackheart's arms back tightly, bending his forearms parallel behind him.
Blackheart gasped when Blaze put the cuffs on his wrists. "Oh, my-" the hellion giggled. He gazed back at the Rider. "You know just what I like. Have you been thinking about me?" Blackheart stared enticingly back over his shoulder.
Johnny wanted that bait most of all, but it was far too early. You want him. You're in control. He's yours. Blaze shoved the demon forward, making him bend over the counter. Blackheart smirked as Johnny pinned him.
"Don't flatter yourself," Blaze snarked as he opened the demon's pants. "It's for security. I have some wild fans."
Blackheart laughed. "I'm sure you do," he crooned pompously.
This time Johnny took the bait. He pulled the vinyl trousers down the demon's legs. Then he landed a hard smack of his palm down on the bare ass. The Son of Satan moaned for him.
"This is what you want, huh?" Blaze purred. He watched the demon's face- slack with pleasure and pressed helplessly flat against the counter- as he spanked him again and again. "You need someone to spank sense into you? Bet your daddy never did that, did he?"
Blackheart groaned, his body convulsed- canting his ass up higher- and he snarled. A monster flashed under his delicate human features. "Give me your dick, Johnny Blaze. Fuck me! Now!"
The Rider took a step back and let the hellion writhe. He tried to turn, but Johnny stopped him with his hips. Blaze still had his pants on and Blackheart's wet dick was rubbing awkwardly on the furniture.
"I just want to watch you squirm a little longer," he muttered in Blackheart's ear.
"Johnny Blaze-" the prince of Hell groaned for the Rider, a curse and a prayer all at once. Blackheart could feel Johnny's hard dick teasing him through the riding leathers.
Blaze chuckled brightly, sounding altogether too wholesome for the situation he was in. "Damn, I'm getting hard for you," he said, casually, like a comment on the weather. He thrust his hips against Blackheart's open ass.
The demon growled in frustration, but knew there was nothing he could do to make the man bend. The Son of Satan shivered with anticipation. He shoved his ass back into Blaze.
"Yeah, baby-" Johnny's voice took on an encouraging note that Blackheart wasn't expecting. "Show me how much you want it."
The demon groaned- a loud, full-bodied grunt of frustration- and thrust back against the man's scorching-hot body. He wanted Blaze to hold his throat, he wanted him deep inside- "Fuck," he cried, rutting into the Rider's crotch, demanding.
"More. C'mon, baby, really show me. Do you need my dick? Do you need it?"
Blackheart growled. "Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I fucking need it! I need your cock! Come on, Blaze, just fuck me already!"
Johnny opened his pants and pulled himself out. He spanked Blackheart's ass with one hand and tapped his heavy head against the other cheek.
"This is what you want?" He asked, teasing his wet head toward the demon's hole.
"Give it to me!" Blackheart growled, his face flashing demonic. "Now!" He pushed back to take it on his own, but the Rider spanked him again. The hellion's pale ass cheeks were blushing red.
"Just tell me what you need," Johnny pinned him, and talked down to him in that mockingly unaffected voice. Meanwhile, a growl was on the demon's every breath. "And I'll give it to you."
Blackheart was finished with waiting. Fine. He turned his head to the other side, and stared boldly up at Blaze. "I need you, Rider. I need to feel your heat. I need your cock up my ass. I want you pounding deep into my guts."
Blaze smirked. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Johnny's rod stretched the demon's hole as he sunk in.
Blackheart groaned, drooling onto the counter. "So hot, fuck, fuck-"
Blaze let out short quick breaths as his throbbing dick was constricted by the demon's frigid body. The cold threatened to shrink him, but then the muscle would flutter, and clench him tight and pull him deeper, keeping him hard despite his body's natural response.
Gradually he acclimated to the temperature difference enough to start rocking his hips. He was so focused that he barely took notice of just how dramatically loud Blackheart was groaning.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Shouted the hellion. "Fuck my ass, Johnny!"
With a grunt, Blaze pulled away. He grabbed Blackheart by the arm and spun him around. He shoved him up onto the counter.
"Get your legs up. Keep them up."
Blackheart planted his feet as high and wide as he could, finding some purchase with his toes against the mirror.
"You see how much I want you, Johnny? Look how hard I am for you. Look how much my hole wants you. You see how I'm open for you?"
"Goddamn," Johnny muttered. With his mortal enemy trussed and spread and yearning for him, Johnny Blaze felt like he owned the goddamn world.
He finally thrust himself back into the demon, once the not-quite-begging had him feeling lightheaded.
"Yeah! Yes, Johnny!"
The way Blackheart was unabashedly using his name had his knees trembling. He pumped his hips harder. He leaned forward onto the demon's legs, forcing him even wider, himself even deeper.
"Fuck me, Johnny Blaze! Yeah! Yeah, you fuck me so good! Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Yes!"
"Fuck!" Blaze cried out, vision going blurry as he rocked into the strangely inviting coldness of Blackheart. "What the fuck are you doing?" He panted.
"Wanna shut me up? Do it!"
Johnny had his eyes closed, so he couldn't roll them to any effect. "That's what you want?"
"Take what you want!" The hellion growled, infernal features flashing beneath his face. "What? Do you like it or don't you? Don't you want everyone to know how good you fuck?"
"Shit," Johnny gasped. His hands flew to Blackheart's throat on some kind of protective instinct.
"That's it," the demon purred.
Blaze squeezed around the tender throat in his hands. It was as cold as any part of him but the frosty pulse in his neck had a sting. He leaned into the grip, and plowed into Blackheart's open body.
Now Blackheart's pleasure cries were grunts and wheezing coughs. Good, thought Blaze. Just like he wanted, was an afterthought. The demon had said take what you want, but no matter what Johnny did, he'd be giving Blackheart exactly what he wanted. But not even spite was strong enough to pull him away now.
Johnny Blaze fucked the hellion so throughly as to make his eyes roll back and his cock squirt all over his mesh top.
The Rider didn't give Blackheart any time to recover. Again, grabbing an arm, he yanked the demon off the counter and hauled him across the floor, throwing his skinny body over the couch.
"Kneel. Put your ass up."
Blackheart rested a cheek against the back of the leather seat as he got his knees beneath him. He arched his back to show his ass. Johnny shoved the demon's face into the leather as he pushed his cock into his hole again. He fucked him roughly into the sofa, which was bolted to the floor as if designed for exactly such a purpose.
"Yeah! Johnny!" Blackheart had returned to howling for him, but at least now his voice was somewhat muffled. "You love my ass don't you?"
Blaze pounded him harder. He could feel the demon's hole getting gradually sloppier, loosening up with the continuous reaming.
He placed a palm to Blackheart's neck and forced his face all the way down to the seat, leaving him folded double as he knelt on the couch.
"Oh, fuck!" He shouted, grinning. He raised one leg and had a great view of Johnny spearing into him in long, slow strokes; teasing him.
Johnny played with his equipment, massaging the balls and slowly stroking the cock.
"C'mere," Johnny muttered. He caught the demon off guard when he grabbed his hips and pulled him off the sofa.
Blackheart yelped as he hit the floor. "What the hell?"
"Shoulders down," Johnny instructed, holding the demon by his ankle. "Legs over your head."
The hellion spitefully folded himself into the position, bracing his shoulders on the floor and propping his hips on the edge of the seat. He stretched himself open for Blaze.
"Yeah," Johnny licked his lips. "That's it. Wide open for me." He knelt on the sofa, gripping the arm for balance.
Holding his shaft, he directed it inside Blackheart. It felt ten times better just being able to watch the open hole take him, his head bulging its rim. With one foot on the floor and the other knee on the sofa, he held Blackheart's ass and shoved himself in deeply.
"Oh! Fuck yeah! Yeah, Johnny, fuck me!"
"Fuck!" Johnny hissed. Sinking inside that cool, deep channel made a shiver run through him. He groaned and his eyelids fluttered as he felt his core clench down on the pleasure. "Yes. Fuck, yes."
"Yeah!" The demon lit up with every reaction Johnny gave him. "Yeah! Use me, Johnny! I know you love this hole."
"Fuck, fuck!"
"Give it to me, Johnny!" Blackheart was getting loud again, too loud.
With his dick buried deep and throbbing hot inside the hellion's frigid core, Johnny Blaze wrapped his hand around Blackheart's cool, wet dick. His touch practically made the shaft sizzle.
"You want me to make you come on your face?"
"Oh, fuck, Johnny!"
"Do you?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Blaze went to work on the demon, stroking him tight and fast.
"Oh, fuck! Johnny!" The prince of Hell whined as he felt the Rider heating him from the inside out.
Johnny tugged the demon's shaft as he pumped into his ass.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, baby," Blaze muttered. He felt close and he was excited to spend inside the demon while Blackheart spilled all over himself again.
Blackheart suddenly mewled and trembled. His body seemed to vibrate as his eyes rolled back and another load shot out of him.
"Well, damn," Johnny muttered. He wasn't quite ready yet. Then he had an idea.
"Yeah, Johnny, oh-" Blackheart muttered, spiralling down from the high.
Blaze grabbed hold of the demon again and flipped him onto his knees on the floor. He took Blackheart's jaw in one hand and himself in the other.
"Lemme come on your face," he murmured as he stroked himself.
"Do it. Come all over me, Rider. Hell," Blackheart scoffed as he challenged Johnny with his eyes, "you could even piss on me."
Blaze gasped. His cock throbbed with unexpected desire and suddenly he was hurtling over the edge. "Oh, fuck!" He watched himself spurt onto the demon's grinning face.
Blaze groaned through the waves of intense pleasure. Blackheart's tongue teased his head and Johnny trembled, overwhelmed.
Abruptly, Blackheart stood and held Johnny's face.
"Ah-" Blaze was going to whine about the demon disposing of the handcuffs, but Blackheart was kissing him too ferociously.
The mixture of their come on the demon's face was soon smeared onto Johnny's. He wiped it from one cheek with the back of his hand, but he was still left with his own taste on his lips. The demon grinned mischievously.
"I thought you liked it better when we hated each other?" Blaze quipped.
"I did," the prince of Hell replied, with clear spite in his tone. And then he was gone.
Johnny let out a nervous laugh of relief as he fell back onto the sofa.
There was a knock at the door, and then Mack's voice. "You okay in there, JB? The boys said it was getting- uh, a bit loud!"
Johnny opened the door and leaned out topless, giving plenty of onlookers free eye candy. Some of them probably got pictures of him and he hated that, but he was too high and tired to be bothered.
Mack angled his body to shield him. "Everything alright in there?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Oh, I see," Mack nodded at Johnny.
"What?"
Mack pointed to the bites down Johnny's neck.
"Ah," he chuckled.
Mack smirked like thought he knew something.
I guess he does, Johnny thought, but he doesn't know the half of it. "I've got some wild fans," he muttered, sheepishly.
Mack's eyebrows shot up and he gave Johnny a look of deep approval. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Need me to smuggle anyone out?"
"No, no, it's fine. I'm good."
"You sure? Need anything else?"
"Actually, could you get me some ice?"