AN: This is my OTP now.

He should really get some sleeping pills or maybe a girlfriend. Either way, there was no way this was healthy. It was insane and for once he couldn't blame it on the black blood. For the third time this week, Soul rolled out of his bed and slid out of his pajamas to slip on a pair of thin jeans and a loose t-shirt. The scythe quietly slipped out of the house and down the stairs to the garage of their apartment complex.

There she was, his secret lover in all her metalic glory. He had to bite his lip to keep from grinning at the sleek bike. The closer he got, the more tense his body became. However, once he was seated, the tension in his body uncoiled. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous, it wasn't like the bike would reject him. With that he revved the engine and let out a soft moan as the mechanical purr shot up and down his spine.

Soul wasn't sure when this addiction started or how but he was forfeiting the little sleep he could get for it. Of course, this hadn't gone unnoiticed by his friends and teachers. Maka had caught him one night and he merely said he was having trouble sleeping and went for a ride which wasn't entirely false. He just left out the whole part about coming on the seat of the bike.

So here he was, trying to keep his body under control until he got to the little cavern he found a few weeks ago. It was in a nice secluded place where he didn't have to worry about getting caught. Because really, how do you explain getting off to your motorcycle?

The ten minute drive almost killed Soul but he finally made it to his little hideout and he quickly idled the bike. At first he would strip down but cleaning come off the bike was tideous and took forever so he began wearing condoms but they would stick to the leather of the seat. One day, on the way to school, he noticed that one pair of his pants were unusually thin and he could feel every vibration of the bike almost as well as when he was naked. He began keeping a spare pair of pants in his saddle bag for the ride home.

The scythe unbuttoned his jeans to give his cock a little room before pressing himself against the rumbling leather seat. His fingers gripped the chrome handles tightly as he began to grind against the seat. His moans grew louder as he moved fasted and pressed harder against the bike.

It didn't take long for Soul's toes to curl in their boots and for his head to come to rest on the cool metal of the handlebars. One shaky hand slid under his shirt to tweak a nipple. Soul slowly moved one hand down the handlebars to just in front of the seat as he sat up to grind himself harder.

He felt his entire body tense up again and the hand under his shirt shot down to clutch at his cock. With one final thrust, Soul orgasmed to the rumble of his bike. The scythe slumped against the bike and tried to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he pulled the bike out of idle and headed home.

As with afew nights before, Maka was waiting for him. "Go out riding again?" Soul nodded, not catching the way Maka looked at him. "Hey, can I come next time?"

He, however, didn't miss what her question implied.

It was then that he realised he hadn't changed clothes.

AN: There isn't going to be a second part so you can make up your own ending.

And yes, there are really people who are sexually attracted to motorcycles.

Totally tempted to write one where Liz is attracted to a normal gun but I doubt I will so if anyone wants too, go ahead.

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