Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 13: First CrisisSpike drifted quietly between sleeping and waking, his body enveloped by warmth and softness. There had been a few nights he'd woken up just like this... sated, happy... But they were all so long ago, so far behind him that he had almost forgotten. Forgotten what it felt like to be held in well-muscled arms, pulled in tight up against a firm, tempting body.
He'd almost forgotten... but as Spike drew ever closer to wakefulness, he remembered... long, blood-soaked nights. Nights when, replete from the victory of an exceptional hunt, his sire would take him to his bed. On those rare occasions, after a hapless mortal or three had slaked Angelus' blood lust, he would be spared the nastier side of that vicious demon...
Those nights, Angelus would lay him down in clean, sweet-smelling sheets and prove once again who he belonged to. Bound to him by blood... and unwanted desire for his big, clean-limbed frame. His sire would treat him with uncharacteristic gentleness, like a lover should...
The bastard would pet and stroke him, using little endearments to calm his fears. Made up names for him, like darlin' boy and sweet little Will, murmuring them in his ear as he fucked him into oblivion. Covered his face with kisses, teased him with a cold but exquisitely agile tongue, brought him to the edge of ecstasy time and time again until he begged for release.
And when Angelus finally allowed that to happen, when he relaxed his iron control over his childe and brought William to a shuddering climax with his big hands... Those were the times his sire showed his creation something that approached love...
And the fledge accepted it, craved it... would have fallen to his knees and pled for it, if he thought it would have done him one lick of good.
For young William had been so lacking in love during his mortal days, it was pathetic. Once turned he'd been willing to take whatever affection he could find, however he could get it. Even if that affection was more often than not followed by a fist in his gut, or a branding iron on the tender flesh behind his knee or a whip taken to his back until he was tattered and bloody.
Such was the way his sire showed his twisted form of love. And during those twenty years, the vampire who eventually became known as Spike learned to accept the punishment along with the kisses. The agony with the ecstasy...
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Moaning softly in his sleep, Spike burrowed further into the softness of the bed, moving even closer to the body beside him. So much pain endured, so much hate and still... Whenever he woke up alone and aching from the cold, he was willing to endure it all over again just so he could belong with someone. Belong to someone again.
As the curtains of sleep and memory peeled aside, he slowly realized there was something different about it, now. Something very different about where he was and who he was with.
It was a man's body... no doubt about that. Large and well-muscled... yes... But not cool, not like the one he had grown accustomed to all those years ago. Smooth skin, with nary a trace of hair, chest as broad as an ocean... and *warm*... Something wasn't right, here...
Spike forced his way back up through the viscous membrane of sleep that surrounded him and opened his eyes. As he did, the vampire looked at the face belonging to the man who held him in such a loving embrace. And suddenly the warmth of the body next to him couldn't hold a candle to how warm he felt deep inside.
Riley.
Not Angel or Angelus, not anymore, but Riley.
*Riley Sean Finn.*
His lover... his warm, gentle, *big*... bloody gorgeous and so very mortal lover.
Things were definitely looking up in old Sunnyhell this fine morning.
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The boy slept peacefully, the dark circles so evident underneath his eyes the night before had faded away sometime in the last few hours. During that whole night, after they'd doused the candles and shared a few last kisses, Riley kept his big body curled protectively around Spike's slighter frame. He instinctively provided shelter and warmth for his lover. The ex-marine drifted through dreams but the nightmares that plagued him since the final days of the Initiative were gone.
There was movement beside him and light filtered through the curtains. Those two things brought Riley slowly back to the world of the living. Morning... his favourite time of the day. The time when the world was fresh and new. When the demons and the darkness faded from reality and became fairytales told by mothers to get their children to stay in their safe, warm beds.
For morning meant sunlight - warm, golden sunlight...
**Sunlight...SUNLIGHT!** Awake in an instant, he rolled atop his companion in an effort to protect him from the encroaching rays of the sun. His first thought was to shield his lover with his own body. With one smooth movement, he pulled the covers up over both of them. Riley's heart thundered in his ears as his hands shook. He thought he'd closed the curtains, thought they were safe enough...
"Mmmph! Riley! What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Spike, still half-asleep himself, grumbled from underneath the covers. Not that it wasn't perfectly lovely being pinned under the lad's solid frame... But Riley weighed 15 stone if he weighed an ounce and having that much mass land on you so abruptly did come as a bit of a shock.
"Light... Daylight... Thought I closed the curtains." Riley lifted the covers and shot a glance over his shoulder at the window. Groaning aloud at his own foolishness, he realized the offending drapes were shut. What came through was only diffused light. Not all that dangerous to vampires, the old ones could stand filtered sunlight quite easily and Spike was long past the fledgling stage.
All that panic for nothing...
Riley hung his head, feeling a little sheepish for over-reacting about such a simple thing. But he was protective of anyone he loved, sometimes too protective... Which had gotten him in seriously hot water in the past.
Case in point, the burnt-out ruins of a military complex buried deep beneath U.C. Sunnydale and his near court-martial because of it. Never mind the fact he'd been just as much a pawn of Maggie Walsh as the rest of the men who'd worked there. Since he'd been the only one who'd actually walked away before it all collapsed, he ended up being saddled with the lion's share of the blame for its failure.
If it hadn't been for the fact that between he and the Scoobies, they'd managed to keep the human casualties around 40%... Riley suspected he'd be in Leavenworth right now. Making little rocks out of big ones.
Spike pushed the covers off of his head, hair sticking out at all angles, looking up at Riley. "If you hadn't, you woulda known I was in trouble 'cause you would have heard me sizzling..." In spite of his rude awakening, the blond couldn't stop the smile that crept across his face as he gazed at his bedfellow. The lad had been worried about him, had used his body to protect him.
Riley loved him... and wasn't that a fine way to start the day...
"Sorry... got a protective streak a mile wide. Comes with the package, I guess." Riley's morning-after awkwardness kicked in full force until he noted the warmth in his companion's midnight blue gaze. The words spoken with such fervour last night had been true.
They had to be true.
Riley knew Spike had a rep for playing people, for turning them inside out with mere words. He'd seen it first hand, watched as he played one of the Scoobies off the others until they were ready to turn on one another. The guy was a master at manipulation. The things he could do with a few words put most of the politicians in Washington to shame.
During their time together, Buffy told him many stories about this vampire. Most of those stories were shared right after she'd beaten Spike up for information. She'd walk away with stinging knuckles, ranting about how he was not to be trusted even though every single time, the information he'd given her was dead-on. That alone should count for something... shouldn't it?
Lord knows, the vamp knew exactly what buttons to push with Riley in the past and he'd push every single one of them. Anything to get a rise, to bait him into staying longer, exchange a few more words and a blow or two. And the look in Spike's eyes whenever someone hit him... half pain, half... longing. A punch to the gut was accepted as gratefully as a kind word, he craved attention that much.
As he stared down into his lover's dark eyes, Riley hoped against hope he wasn't being played for a fool. He wasn't sure he'd survive it... not again.
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The boy looked positively panic-stricken as Spike had uncovered himself. He'd truly thought his companion was in danger and reacted to it purely by instinct. And while the panic soon gave way to momentary awkwardness, Spike couldn't banish from his mind the sight of the overwhelming fear and guilt that had shone in the boy's eyes.
For if he'd been injured, or even worse, killed by the sparing sunlight that leaked through the blinds, Spike knew Riley would never forgive himself for it. Just another sign of the lad's sheer devotion to him...to a vampire, one of the monsters he'd worked so hard to wipe off the face of the planet. The warmth in his heart spread even further through his eternally cold body at that thought.
This glorious man *loved* him.
"Riley," he said softly, grin fading of its own accord. Spike reached up and smoothed his hand over the boy's cheek. His thumb stroked gently over the fine bones there, silently marvelling as the heat seeped into his own skin from his lover's. "I'm all right now. See? No burns... not a single one. I'm fine."
"Thank god..." Riley closed his eyes while he willed his body to stop shaking... his heart to slow down. It beat a fierce tattoo in his chest and the pulse at the hollow of his throat was so very strong he knew his immortal lover could hear it. Could hear it and know how rattled he'd been...
After a few seconds, the young man fumbled for a good morning kiss, hoping to banish the rest of his embarrassment through that simple contact. Cool cheek, then cool lips met his, slender fingers entwining in his short, dark blonde hair as Spike drew him in even closer. Chest to chest, hip to hip, totally immersed in one another again for the span of several long minutes.
When their mouths finally parted again, Riley sighed. The tension slowly ebbed from him as they lay together quietly. His lover was safe; he hadn't left in the middle of the night... Hadn't laughed at him nor thrown his declaration of love back in his face. So far... so good.
"Oh, love, it's all right. Shhh," Spike rested his forehead against Riley's. His fingers stroked through the fine wheat-hued locks, soothing his sweet lad as best he could. Keeping his voice low and soft, he murmured, "Had quite a scare, didn't you?... I'm sorry, baby." The vampire pressed a kiss to the smooth skin of his lover's temple, surreptitiously drawing in his scent and noting that the terror had faded away.
"Yeah... Nothing like 40 cc's of adrenaline to get the old heart pumping." Riley hugged him, wrapping his arms around the slim blond's shoulders. Being with Spike made him feel like a great hulking mass of humanity at times. He'd not felt quite so ungainly since his first real growth spurt in junior high when he shot up almost 5 inches over one summer. His mom had the hardest time keeping him in clothes that year...
Spike scattered kisses all over Riley's face while murmuring calming endearments. Oh, but he'd missed this so terribly... someone needing him.
No one had needed him since he'd lost his Dru and her insanity made loving her a dicey proposition at best. One moment, she was affectionate and almost childlike and the next she'd be begging him to use the whip on her. While his demon revelled in such activities, the man he'd been quailed from the thought of hurting his paramour. His boy would never ask that of him...
It took all of Riley's strength to resist the urge... The urge to give into the enticing promise held in those kisses. But it was Friday morning and he had an early class. One that he *couldn't* miss. Not if he planned on graduating within the next millennium. "Mmmmm... Don't get me started, Will..." He had to raise a protest, even if it was only a token one.
There was no describing the pleasure he felt at hearing the diminutive of his human name on his lover's lips. Spike let himself settle back onto the pillows; relieved they were back on even ground. He gazed up at Riley as a wicked smile flirted with the corners of his mouth. Time for a light bit of teasing, see if he could get a rise out of the boy... the right kind of rise. "Well, everybody needs somethin' to get 'em goin' in the morning..."
"Oh, I'm going... trust me." Riley shot a quick look at the clock, running through the math in his head. Five minutes to shower, five to get dressed, fifteen-minute jog to campus, less if he took the Jeep... That left about an hour to kill.
There was a lot he could do in an hour...
One dark eyebrow lifted as Riley's hand swept down that pale chest, broad fingers surprisingly gentle on his partner's cool skin. Fear gone. Awkwardness a thing of the past. Leaving behind nothing but a wealth of desire for the man in his bed. A desire which simmered between them, increasing by the second.
Spike arched up into that warm touch, now the lad was getting the idea... Sapphire dark eyes slipped closed as he turned his head on the pillow, one sharp cheekbone nuzzling the dark satin. The paleness of his colouring made a rather tempting display amidst a sea of shimmering black and he knew it. He was nothing if not aware of his own appeal, especially to this particular mortal.
"Mmmm... so I guess you don't... need... anything then?" The vampire asked blithely, knowing already what the response would be to that. Or at least what the response should be...
"Need?... Nah... Want? *Oh yeah*..." Remembering how he'd teased Spike the night before and how well he'd reacted to it, Riley smiled... time for a little more of that. His mouth followed the path of his hand - kissing, licking, teasing taut nipples, teeth raking sharply over them. Cool fingers in his hair again, strong hands pushing him downward, ever downward.
His head rolled back and forth lazily on the pillow, lost in the moment. Needing something solid to hold onto, Spike reached up and gripped at the headboard with his left hand even as Riley continued his journey south. The boy stopped to nip lightly at the muscles of his abdomen. That tiny, pleasurable pain caused the vampire to jump slightly, wondering if his lover would bite harder...
A warm tongue glided along the line that bisected his chest and stomach, then down to his navel. With surprising skill for one so young, Riley circled the indentation slowly. And when Spike was on the edge of begging for more, that same tongue darted into it, giving the oh so sensitive spot a deliciously naughty kiss.
And he'd missed this, too... needing someone.
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Riley purposely avoided even the slightest brush of either hands or lips against Spike's cock. He wanted to tease him. Wanted to drive him crazy. Wanted *him* to beg for it. Just like he'd done two nights ago while the heavens raged around them. The very thought of that deep voice begging for *him* spurred the young man to even greater creativity with his light touches.
Open-mouthed kisses along a slender hip bone. Rub of his stubble-covered cheek on that smooth stomach. One large hand between the vampire's pale legs, spreading them apart and his fingertips brushed along the inside of his lover's thigh. Warm breath on cool skin.... Touching, teasing, taunting... but not satisfying anything... not yet.
Spike shuddered at the sensation of those hot, wet kisses on his skin, those light touches. And again, he found himself overwhelmed with wanting. He wanted this boy... always. Always touching him like this, teasing him, holding him. He didn't think he could ever get tired of any of it.
Well.
Within limits, of course, which were exactly what Riley was currently pushing.
The time for teasing was over; he was ready for something more... "Riley," Spike whispered, not entirely positive his voice wouldn't fail him, were he to try to raise it. He wanted the boy, wanted him more than anything. Wanted him even more than a draught of the finest, purest blood.
The vampire licked his lips, eyes still tightly closed. "Touch me..."
Without lifting his head, Riley spoke quietly, mouth dipping a little lower. "*Beg me*..."
Spike whimpered softly. He shifted anxiously on the mattress, cock throbbing almost painfully at that softly spoken command. His lover was used to being obeyed, that much was clear by the tone of his voice. He sounded so much like Angelus now. That quiet tone demanded respect, demanded submission.
And if submission was not given freely, it was taken by force.
Taking in an unneeded breath, Spike made an effort to let go of the past, to walk away from the misery that had been life with his sire. The man above him wouldn't hurt him, the man above him loved him and you didn't hurt the people you loved... It had been years since he'd begged for anything but he was willing to do it now. Willing to push aside Angelus so that he could have *this*.
"Riley," he swallowed with effort, mouth suddenly dry. His hands shook as they combed through the boy's hair, "*please*..."
"Please what?..." That marvellously warm mouth inched even closer, now only a breath away from it's goal. The under-currents in his lover's voice and the change in his body language fascinated Riley. He liked the pleading quality in the vampire's voice, it appealed to his deeply seated Alpha male personality. This was an interesting shift in the balance of power....
"*Please*..." Spike's voice was nothing more than a weak quaver and he let out a soft moan. His entire body trembled at the feel of that hot, moist breath feathering over his hipbone. The game was getting out of hand as far he was concerned. If word ever got out that he begged for sex, he'd never live it down. Some Big Bad he was, reduced to this by a mere boy... A boy that he loved with his entire being.
One single finger... just the tip of it, trailed over the head of Spike's cock. That delicate touch left a fiery sensation lingering behind it. Blue-grey eyes tracked Riley's every movement. Spike watched avidly as his human lover caught a droplet of clear fluid and lifted it to his mouth. A moan escaped from him when his lad licked that drop off, his tongue flashing pink in the morning light. Any doubts he'd had about Riley's ability to seduce him flew out the window... and his sanity was not going to be far behind.
And there was that rich compelling voice, once again asking, "Please what... love?"
"Oh, fuck me..." the blond vampire muttered. Writhing now, arching up, desperate for any contact he could get. Supplication and desire warred with one another, then intertwined in his whispered plea. "Please, Riley, I love you... please... please..."
The whole hand now, one sweep downward, perfectly tight around him. A firm squeeze followed by the rasp of one stubble-covered cheek over the hypersensitive head. Warm lips flirted with the crown, equally warm breath drifted across his stomach. A long, triumphant groan spilled forth from Spike, followed by a soft purr and his eyes closed in delight. Now they were getting somewhere with this...
Then the hand and the mouth were taken away... Without warning, just gone. All that was left was the damnable teasing voice. "Touched you... Anything else you want?" Riley rested his chin on his lover's thigh... and he waited. Waited for the explosion... which he knew was coming.
The happy purr came to an abrupt halt. There was a querulous sound which graduated into a pitiful whine as soon as the touches he so desperately craved were taken away. "Riley..." Spike nearly sobbed his name, fingers curling into the sheets. Vampiric pride be damned: true begging was about to commence.
Unwilling to open his eyes and see the triumph on his lover's face, Spike broke down for the first time in over a hundred years. He begged, his voice cracking like an untried school-boy's. "Please... suck me... please, *please*..."
An all-encompassing warmth answered that desperate plea. Heat upon heat rolled over Spike as his boy's generous lips sealed around the head of his cock, pulling him inward. He felt it hit the roof of the lad's mouth, catching for a moment there. The blond gasped in surprise when Riley angled his head to the side and went all the way down. That glorious forward progress didn't stop until he felt warm breath amidst the dark curls at the base...
That's when Spike opened his eyes and looked down... And almost came on the spot. There was nothing in the world more beautiful than the sight of his cock sliding into his lover's mouth. Or so he thought until Riley opened those incredible eyes and bloody well winked at him. The joy he saw in those eyes suddenly made the begging worthwhile.
He fell in love all over again in that very instant.
"Ohhh, god!" Spike shouted. His black-tipped fingers fanned over either side of Riley's face as the boy deep throated him... again. Christ, the boy was a quick learner...
After such a long build-up, Riley wondered briefly if he was meeting his lover's expectations. Oral sex with women, no question... he was damned good at that. Always got compliments from his partners, sometimes even got a good stare or two from their house-mates afterwards...
Which could be disconcerting when the person staring was their mom.
But men? Whole different territory there... If the sounds issuing from Spike were any indication, he was getting pretty good at the whole blow-job thing. Amazing, considering just how little practice he'd had. But that was what Riley did, give him an assignment and he would get it done and done well. This was no exception. Spike lifted his left leg, ebony satin sheet sliding away from his pale skin as he hooked it over Riley's shoulder. Still cradling the boy's head in one hand, the blond held his lover in place lest he decide to start that teasing game all over again. Reaching up with his other hand, Spike gripped the headboard tightly, the wood creaking under the pressure. His hips lifted as he slowly rocked up into that warm, willing mouth, fucking it oh so gently.
Nonsensical words of encouragement tumbled out of his half-open mouth. They were music to Riley's ears, sending little shivers down his back. Just more confirmation that he was doing things right and doing them well. Losing track of time, losing track of everything but giving his companion pleasure, Riley closed his eyes. This was where he belonged, where he was needed... where he was wanted. The rest of the world could go to hell for all he cared.
The young human stretched out on the bed, lying down between Spike's legs, his own cock rubbing along the satin sheet. Riley smiled a little, his lips curving in spite of the cock in his mouth. The vampire's comment the night before had come true: he was going to have to wash these sheets... probably on a daily basis.
The bed creaked wearily as Spike's hand tugged at the headboard with every thrust of his hips. Grunts and blissful moans broke the early morning silence that filled the room. They were accompanied by Riley's own softer, appreciative sounds. Spike let the sole of his foot slide down along Riley's back as the boy sank down onto the mattress on his stomach. Cool toes curled over the tempting swell of his buttocks and another shudder of delight coursed through the young man's entire body.
**Take it slow, Ry, slow and easy.** Last night had taught him a very valuable lesson... Patience. It had been a soul-shattering experience, that long, leisurely hour or three spent so intimately entwined with Spike. It had broken down the barriers between them, had changed them, had changed Riley... *forever*.
No more quick, hard fucks, not with Spike... lovemaking was the order of the day. Soft and slow... no matter how long it took.
Riley took Spike's cock deep into his throat on the down-stroke, but in painfully slow increments... for Spike, this was torture and nothing but. He needed something more. More warmth, the feel of that lovely body writhing underneath his own. His cock surrounded by tight muscles and looking into his boy's face while they both come. "Riley..." he gasped out, trembling fingers brushing over his hair, "need... need to..."
His head came up very slowly, not releasing the pressure until the very last second. Slightly glazed hazel eyes focused on Spike's face, deep, rich voice responding. And the teasing tone was back, "Need what? Is there something *else* I can do for you?"
Spike shuddered faintly at the loss of that essential contact. With great effort, the blond swallowed and found his voice. "I wanna be inside you when I come... please...?"
"You are inside me, Spike." In his mouth again, that long, smooth slide to the very back of his throat... Riley was addicted to the taste, he couldn't get enough. Tongue moving up and over, catching a few clear droplets which dissolved immediately in the consummate heat. He knew what Spike wanted and he wanted it as well but Riley was sure there wasn't enough time for that activity before class...
Spike gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to scream. Oh, but the boy could be cruel, when he wanted to be. He and Angelus certainly had a great deal in common, where teasing their partners was concerned. Only with Angelus, he would stroke Spike to the point of completion, only to leave him hanging there, shaking with unfulfilled hunger.
And those were the times Angelus was kind.
The times he was truly cruel, the times he punished Spike… He would not only refuse to bring his childe to orgasm, but he would also refuse to permit the slender blond to bring himself to completion afterwards. And the night before Angelus had left his family, he had done just such a thing. The elder vampire tortured his creation, teased and taunted him, then rode him until he bled. Once his own lust was satisfied, Angelus rose from his bower and left young William huddled up in the bedclothes, curled up in a tiny ball, weeping…
For him.
Similar sounds of distress escaped from him now. For many years after that awful night, any sort of teasing, even the gentlest sort, caused Spike the most unbearable pain. It was only because he loved Riley and knew the boy loved him in return that he'd allowed this morning's game to go this far. But the most recent refusal had gone too far. It triggered those awful memories… the ones that turned his dreams into nightmares. Angelus… Angelus…. Angelus…
He didn't cry out, didn't sob Riley's name so much because he wanted to orgasm... No. He cried because, slowly but surely, that old fear had stolen back in and overtaken him. The fear that Riley would leave him, unsatisfied and alone...
Just as his sire had all those years ago.
Spike glanced down and in that instant, he was no longer with his lovely boy. Gone were the soft, dark wheat-blond locks and the healthy sun-bronzed cheeks. In their place were long curls of chestnut brown and skin as pale as his own. A cruelly sensual mouth wrapped around his cock, fangs dormant but ready to bite down should he disobey.
When his bedfellow's eyes opened, instead of his beloved's changeable hazel, Spike saw the rich, dark brown eyes of his former lover and tormentor, Angelus. Those eyes bore a hard, merciless glimmer. They gazed up at him even as he pushed the younger vampire to his mental and physical limits... For no other reason than he could... And it amused him.
The scream died in his throat. All a lie, all a lie… Not in Sunnydale, not in the bed of a warm and willing human. Not with a man who loved him despite his being a monster. No, he was back in Romania… With Dru and Darla beyond that heavy door, waiting to go on the hunt… Waiting while Angelus slaked his thirst for something other than blood.
There was something different in the air between them and Riley knew it. Spike had gone so very still, his hand clenched in his hair. When the boy glanced upward, the fear on his lover's impossibly handsome face surprised him. He hadn't seen anything like that in years, at least not off the battlefield. All the humour of this situation faded away. Somehow, Riley had done something that terrified his companion and he had to know why.
He *needed* to know why.
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With a soft sound of regret and a final kiss on the head of Spike's cock, Riley crawled up the bed toward him. A big, warm body enveloped the vampire, covering him completely and that rich, deep voice was in Spike's ear once more. His name sounded was a benediction as Riley asked, "Will... what's wrong?" The boy enfolded his lover in his arms, holding him tightly. Where the hell had this come from? "It was just a game, Will, just a game."
Upon hearing those softly spoken words of reassurance and apology, Spike opened his eyes and, just as mysteriously as it had appeared, the apparition of his sire vanished. Angelus' face had been replaced by that of Riley's, fair brows creased with obvious concern. His still heart was seized with terror - was this a premonition? The Powers' way of trying to tell him that Riley, too, would leave, just as Angelus had... left him lost and longing, oblivious to his pain.
No. He couldn't bear it... not again. He was always the one they left behind, the one they betrayed, the one they threw over for another. He couldn't let it happen... not again.
"Please don't go away, Riley," the vampire sobbed, hugging the boy to him. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks in silvery rivers. Once the panicked chanting started, only something extreme would bring him out of it. "Don't go away, please... don't go away... don't go away."
One hand in that soft platinum blond hair, the other around shaking shoulders, the change in Spike had him stunned. There was only one thing he would think of that caused this. Something bad happened in his past. Something really bad and his earlier teasing must have triggered it. "I'm not leaving you, Will. I promise... I promise..."
Only Dru would have recognized him now; she'd been the one who'd patched him up after all the truly bad sessions with Angelus. She would coo in his ear and pet him. Wash away the blood. Wash away the tears and set the broken bones. And whisper about how *lucky* he was to have so much of their Daddy's love.
She had left him too. Left him because he wasn't demon enough for her. He was too… *human*.
Riley was almost at a loss of what to do. This was hysteria and he knew it. But how to treat it? Words weren't helping, no matter how gently they were said. So when in doubt, fall back to the next line of defence.
He lifted his lover's trembling chin and planted a kiss directly over a half-open mouth, swallowing terrified sobs. His tongue stroked inward, invading Spike's mouth. Trying to draw him out. Trying to bring him back to reality. Trying to chase away whatever inner demons that had reduced such a proud creature to this pitiful state.
Tears effectively silenced, Spike cupped Riley's face in his hand. He kissed back hungrily, trembling hands raking through the boy's hair. This wasn't Angelus, this was Riley... Riley couldn't hurt him, wouldn't leave him, not like his sire had done. Spike's last sobs still hitched stubbornly in his throat as he kissed Riley with renewed ardour.
Riley held Spike close even though he was kissing him breathless. Sometimes it was as if the vampire forgot that he was human, that he was mortal and needed air to breathe. He felt his lower lip split under the pressure of his lover's frantic kisses. There was the now familiar taste of copper in his mouth. With just a shift of his shoulders, Riley rolled both of them until Spike was on top.
That movement startled Spike and he pulled back from Riley's kiss-bruised and slightly bleeding mouth. The blond looked stunned for a moment and that look only deepened as Riley arched his neck, revealing the mark there. His whole attitude screamed submission as he whispered, "I believe that you wanted to be inside me, Will? I want that too..."
Coming back to his senses, Spike blinked owlishly, staring down at his lover. Thumb brushing tenderly over Riley's lower lip, the vampire gently cleaned away all traces of the blood he had spilt in his fervour. He examined his thumb and then looked down at Riley, quietly aghast. He'd hurt his boy, he'd hurt the one person he loved and who loved him back. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Sorry... why sorry? I'm the one who screwed up here. I know how much it turned me on when you had me beg... Thought it might do the same for you." An errant curl of platinum blond hair fell across Spike's forehead, draping over the scarred eyebrow. Riley's fingers sought that so soft curl, rubbing it gently as he murmured. "Who left you, love? Who hurt you so badly and how hard can I kill them?"
Spike nuzzled Riley's hand and shook his head. His eyes closed slowly, eyelashes dark and fine against his fair skin. His voice was as quiet as the boy's, those hushed tones suiting their mood. "Doesn't matter, now... it was a long time ago. Thought I had a handle on it, but... guess I don't."
"Okay... note to self. No making Will beg for it... Any other land mines I need to avoid? Ex-girlfriends that might want to have me for lunch?..." Riley hesitated for a second. Noting the hint of a smile that crossed Spike's face, he then added what he really wanted to ask. "Any ex-boyfriend's?"
Could he have sounded more jealous? Riley sincerely doubted it. There was no guarantee Spike would answer him but he had to try. He had to know what could have possibly happened that a simple game could reduce this cocky, beautiful man into the basket case he'd just witnessed.
"Hmmm... no, no ex-boyfriends to speak of, as such... no ex anythings, anymore, really," Spike replied, pressing his face into Riley's hand. Warm, so bloody warm with that solid tick of a pulse against his skin. If he was too human, why couldn't he love a human? It made perfect sense to him.
"Good... Cause I suck at being polite to people who hurt my loved ones." Riley glanced over at the clock and realized he only had moments left until he had to leave for class. But this was more important, maybe he would just call in sick?
Dark, glistening sapphire eyes opened and regarded Riley solemnly. Finally Spike offered him a soft, tentative smile and the words that made the boy's heart pound just that much harder. "I love you."
"The feeling's mutual... which could be a really scary thing... and not." He heaved a sigh as he thought about his class load, trying to juggle times and schedules. There was no way around it, Riley had to get going. "Will?"
"Yeah?" Spike arched one dark brow, head tipping to one side.
"I hate to do this to you... but I have a class in about half an hour which I can't miss..." The look of disappointment was palpable. Spike's whole face fell and Riley felt like dirt. But he had an exam today which was twenty of his final grade. "It runs for about 3 hours... Can I take a rain check?"
"Yeah," the blond vampire's reply was decidedly reserved. "Gotta do the learning gig. I get it." His reassuring smile was forced, but well meaning. More than anything in the world he wanted to beg the boy not to leave him. It was too soon, too soon after having relived the memory of his sire abandoning him for parts unknown to lose his lover to the land of the living.
The smile and the crest-fallen sound of Spike's voice made the final decision easy. "Hell with it... I'll take a make-up test." Riley's hand found it's way into the soft hair at the nape of Spike's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It was obvious where he was needed more today, plus his professor was a good friend. He could work something out… later. "I believe you said something about wanting to be inside me?" he murmured against the other man's lips.
"I... yeah," Spike sputtered. "But... class --?"
"Can wait... Grad student, I get away with a lot more than most." A heart-melting smile, another kiss and a strong, bronzed hand running down that pale back until it reached its goal. He shifted his whole body, bringing their cocks in contact with one another. "Plus, it's really bad form to show up in class in my current condition..."
Spike groaned as he settled down on top of Riley, covering that large body as best he could with his smaller one. His relief was evident in not only his choice of words but his tone as well. "Dunno, if the prof's a poof you might get extra credit for showin' up with a boner... he might think it was for him,"
Spike grinned."Not sure she would appreciate it cause I'm really not her type, Will. Her life partner might object." Riley grabbed one of the pillows, the smile on his face approaching a smirk when his lover's eyes widened in reaction to that bald statement. Outside of Red and her curvy girl, Spike would have bet good money Captain America here had never laid eyes on another person who was bent. "Hang on a sec, I want to try something I found in one of my books yesterday."
"Uh-oh... you've been reading up on this? I'm officially worried, now." Spike leaned his head back, giving Riley a leery look. No telling what the lad might be up to. But the look on that farm-fresh face promised that it might be good, or at least worth his while to indulge him.
"There's a lot more books on the subject than I would have imagined... Trust me, I have a very interesting afternoon at the library." Riley tried to get the pillow underneath his hips but the combination of his own weight and Spike's was making it difficult. Plus this wasn't the right position for what he had in mind. "Can you let me up for a minute?"
Spike rolled off of the boy and took a seat on the bed beside him. He watched every movement with barely veiled curiosity. His lover was a clever one and he really wanted to know where this would lead them.
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Riley folded the pillow in half and rolled over onto his stomach, tucking it underneath him. He had to stifle a moan as his cock was encased in the fold of the pillow, giving him a satiny tunnel to enjoy while he presented his lover with what he'd requested. Looking over one shoulder, Riley smiled up at Spike. "There's lube in the drawer..."
"How much reading did you *do*, exactly?" Spike asked even as he dug through the nightstand drawer, coming up with a tube of lubricant. A quick glance in the drawer caused his eyes to widen even more. Lubricant, *lots* of lubricant, a few condoms - the good ones, the ones you could feel everything through, leather ties, a blindfold… silvery glint of metal… ahh… handcuffs... Lovely toys just begging to be used. Apparently talking dirty was just one of his boy's kinks.
"Couple of hours. Pretty amazing stuff...." Another pillow found its way under his head and Riley stretched out, his hands reaching for the headboard. His fingers wrapped around the support posts while he waited. The picture he presented was fascinating, all bronzed muscle and supple skin.
Spike knelt behind Riley and smoothed a hand over his back. He appreciated silently the way those muscles shifted under his hand at his touch. Even the greatest sculptor in the world couldn't have created a masterpiece like this one. "So beautiful..." he murmured.
"Mmmm...that feels nice..." The boy shifted a little more, spreading his legs wider, inviting a more intimate invasion. And in that shift, he slid a bit deeper into the pillow, biting back a moan of sheer, sensual delight. Satin sheets and satin pillowcases were the way to go from now on, no doubt about that. Might as well turn the old cotton ones into rags because he was never putting them back on their bed.
Spike leaned forward, crouching on all fours behind Riley, and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. Riley groaned softly as he shifted against the pillows, arching up into his touch. The vampire worked his way slowly down. He worshipped each vertebra in that long, sleek back with deep, loving kisses, drawing the skin above each into his mouth and tonguing it. There were so many places on his lover's body that he had yet to memorize…
"Ohhhh... That's so good." Riley closed his eyes, practically purring in contentment. He was melting under the gentle attentions of an expert. No one had shown him such loving care before and he could feel himself opening up to the experience.
Smoothing a hand down Riley's arm, Spike continued his exploration. He nuzzled the same long stretch of flesh that he had kissed, lean body curling around Riley's much larger one. The scent rising from the boy's warm skin was intoxicating. Better than the finest perfume he'd ever smelled…
"Now who's teasing who, Will?" Bright hazel eyes, warm, lazy smile and a stretch of that marvellous frame reminded Spike of what was waiting for him. What lay just beneath him, presented in such a delightful fashion. Angelus would *never* have allowed him this privilege...
"Not teasing," he murmured softly as his fingers combed through the fine, short hair at the nape of the lad's neck. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to Riley's throat, pausing only to whisper in his ear before returning to his preparations. "Loving."
"Mmmmm...feel free...I'm all yours." Riley sighed, arching up into that light, light touch as it wandered down his back. Someday he might ask for a back-rub. There was no doubt in his mind Spike would be strong enough to get down into some of his deep muscle aches. But now was not the time....
With a final lingering kiss to Riley's shoulder, Spike uncapped the tube of lubricant and squirted a measure of it onto his fingers. Leaning forward again, chin resting on Riley's shoulder, Spike watched the boy's face carefully as he slipped his index finger into the cleft, moving slowly. "Just take it easy," he said, fingers smoothing in tight, gentle circles around Riley's entrance, "it won't be like the first time..."
"First time wasn't all bad... In fact it felt pretty damned good... Ohhh yeah, right like that..." Riley lifted his hips which dragged his cock along the satiny pillow. Reading was good thing, it really was... He'd learned a lot during those few hours, once he got over blushing at some of the pictures. Didn't help he kept seeing himself and Spike in all those positions, doing all those things.
Spike carefully slipped the tip of his index finger in, wriggling it for a moment. His head was pillowed on Riley's shoulder as he prepared him. Just a bit deeper, then, and another low moan from the boy. So far, so good. "Okay, baby?" He tipped his head to one side so he could study Riley's profile. There was no sign of pain on the young man's handsome face.
With a deep, shuddering sigh, Riley concentrated on completely relaxing. As Spike pushed in, he concentrated on pushing back which made the process a whole lot easier. It felt a little strange but it was a good kind of strange. He nodded his head, smiling as he murmured. "Okay... great in fact... More?"
Nodding, Spike pressed a bit deeper still, finger fully lodged inside. Pausing for a moment, he withdrew his finger and applied more lube and gently slid his first two fingers in. Riley shifted again with a faint noise of discomfort, but was soon relaxed around him enough so that he could continue. Shifting so that he was a bit closer to Riley, essentially leaning against his back, Spike thrust his fingers in and out at a slow but steady pace.
"Ohhh... Keep doing that..." Riley followed the rhythm of that gentle invasion, losing himself in the sensation. It had hurt for the merest fraction of a second but that faded, being replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness and he wanted more. Especially when his lover turned his wrist and crooked his fingers just so.
A lightening flash of pleasure went off in Riley's head as those fingertips found a spot that made him want to sob and scream at the same time. Anatomy class, sophomore year… that spot was his prostate. Doc Hale could take lessons from Spike on how to turn an annual physical a thing of joy. "I know I've said this before... Oh yeah... deeper... But who ever taught you this... uhhhhhh... I owe a debt of gratitude to..." Eyes closing, body rocking, pleasure spiralling upward. "Please, Will... I need you..."
Withdrawing the fingers of his left hand, Spike squirted out a large measure of lube in his palm. There was no such thing as too much lube in his estimation. He stroked it over his cock, his fingers now assailed by fine tremors while he coated the entire shaft with honey-scented slickness. Soon… soon… Dropping another firm kiss to the young man's shoulder, Spike positioned himself and slid effortlessly into Riley's body to the hilt.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." It was a litany in his head, one that Riley murmured aloud as he felt the first push, followed by a long, slow slide. No pain, not even the tiniest twinge... Nothing but pure pleasure and that so intimate connection that he was coming to realize belonged to them alone.
Spike rested heavily against Riley's back, both of their bodies shaking. Forehead cradled in the crook of Riley's shoulder, the blond groaned as his arms wound tightly around the large body underneath him. Shifting on his knees, Spike withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside Riley's body. He held that pose for a beat, then thrust forward slowly, until he was buried fully inside him again. Cries of pleasure were wrung from both of them at almost the exact same instant.
His breath caught in his throat as he heard his own moan of exquisite delight echoed by the unearthly creature that now shared his bed. In all his days, Riley Finn would never have believed he would find such unadulterated bliss in another man's arms. It went against his upbringing, against his training, against every instinct but one...
The instinctive recognition of one's mate...
Grasping Riley's shoulders in an effort to steady himself, Spike drew his body up slightly. His head still rested on that broad expanse of muscle as he pulled out once more and thrust back in with a bit more speed than before. Riley's constant sighs and moans and sounds of pleasure were the one and only thing that kept him moving. They kept Spike from going completely still, just so he could feel that heat and tightness enclosing him forever. "Will... give me a minute... Just lie still..." At the sound of his name, Spike raised his head, a question dying on his lips as Riley lifted his hips toward him. He panted, suddenly starved for breath though he hadn't needed to breathe for over a century. Riley turned his own head just enough so he could make eye contact. "I want to try something..."
Spike's movements slowed incrementally until finally, he was still and quiet once more, looking at Riley expectantly. Something was definitely up... something more than just their hard pricks.
Riley closed his eyes and concentrated on what he'd read the day before, alternately tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing. He felt Spike shudder and the sound his lover made was very, very satisfying. **Oh yeah, let's hear it for research...**
With a deep, guttural moan, Spike lifted his head up from Riley's shoulder long enough to rasp, "Sweet Christ... you gotta bring those books home sometime..." He abandoned his grip on the boy's body in favour of the sheets... Sheets didn't bruise, after all.
"They're on the bookshelf over there. I got a little hot and bothered while in the library so I checked them out... Should have seen the look on the librarian's face... So you like?" He was getting it down, making his inner muscles work for him in ways he'd never imagined before. There was a furrow between his brows as Riley concentrated his entire being into what he was doing. "Feel free to look at them while I'm at school..."
"Ohhh, yeah... although 'like' is ... *ohh, fuck*... a hideous understatement... ooh, yeah, tight, just like that, yeah." Carefully, Spike thrust in again, his shaking having grown far more pronounced. A muffled grunt and then, "And hot and bothered, did you say? Tell me..."
Riley nodded, biting down on his lower lip in reaction to that hard thrust. "Way hot and way bothered... More?... Please?" He remembered the startled look on the young librarian gave him when he set *that* stack of books on the checkout desk. That look was followed by a slow appraisal, starting with his flushed face and finally ending up on the obvious erection he'd been sporting. The guy had even slipped him his phone number....
Fighting the urge to thrust deep into that willing body again, Spike hesitated. "Tell me more and I'll give you more. Please...?" He punctuated his request with another long, slow thrust. Drawing out the pleasure in ways Riley had never thought possible until that very moment.
"Oh god... I got hard, Will... I mean really, *really* hard. My coat wouldn't even hide it." Riley raised himself up into that thrust, enjoying every inch of it to the fullest. His head tilted back, exposing his throat to the vampire. "Uhhhh..."
Spike nibbled on Riley's shoulder as he rewarded the boy... another deep, hard stroke… One that made his mortal lover gasp and clutch at the sheets. The vampire reached underneath his boy and lightly pinched his right nipple. "More," Spike sighed.
"Oh fuck... stop teasing me, Will..." His voice was soft, but filled with embarrassed humour. The telltale red flush was rising, starting in the middle of his back and racing up the nape of his neck to eventually tinge his cheeks wit a delightful pink. Riley ducked his head, trying to hide his blush. "The guy behind the counter noticed it... harder... please..."
"And what then...? Oh, Jesus, you feel so good," Spike moaned as he nestled his head on Riley's shoulder again. His slim hips slowly worked back up to their original speed, pumping deeply into the young man. The blond's entire body bowed with the force and depth of his thrusts.
"Right like that... oh god... don't stop, please, don't stop, I'm getting so close... H-he gave me his phone number..." Riley bucked up into those thrusts, his eyes tightly closed as waves of pleasure started to roll over him. His breath was coming in gasps, it felt so good... too good...
"Would you have called him?" Holding Riley tightly to him, Spike thrust deeply into him, words a soft, tickling hiss in his ear. He knew exactly what effect those words would have on his sometimes shy companion. "Brought him here... Fucked him? Would you've fucked 'im, Riley? Sucked his cock like you did mine...? Let him fuck you like I'm doing right now..." Another long, low moan as Riley's muscles clamped down on him. "Would you...?"
**Huh, where in the world is this coming from? I don't want to fuck anyone but you, Will. Oh, it's a game! *Right*... games I can do.** Back arched, groaning in sheer delight, Riley went along with it. Those words had his skin on fire, his already hard cock throbbing. All Spike had to do was keep talking like this and he would come. "Yeah... I would have brought him home... But only if I could have shared him with you..."
"Ohh, yes..." Spike captured Riley's earlobe, worrying at it with his even, blunt teeth. He nipped at it a bit harder each time as he continued to thrust his cock into the boy writhing beneath him. No wonder Angelus had never let him do this to him: there was too much power involved when you had your cock buried in someone's ass and they were inches away from a screaming, sobbing climax. "But you wouldn't now... would you?"
There was an almost desperate lilt in his voice, then, "You're mine... No one else could touch you like this... make you feel these things you're feeling... just me, only me. *You're mine*." Spike raked his teeth over Riley's shoulder, pumping deeply, needing to hear his answer and yet dreading it all at the same. He needed to know, needed to know that no matter what, this lover would be faithful.
"Yeah... I'm yours. Really not the cheating type, Will... *oh my god*..." His whole body shook while Riley rode that fine edge, ready to tumble over. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, his breath coming in short pants. One more stroke, one more thrust into the satiny tunnel of the pillow underneath him and he was going to spill.
"Ohhh, I love you, Riley." Slipping his arm out from underneath Riley's body, Spike leaned forward as far as he was able. He caught Riley's chin in his hand and turned his head to one side so he could fasten his mouth over the mortal's. His cool tongue delved hungrily inside the inferno that was his lover's mouth while their bodies continued to twist and writhe against one another.
His... this man was his... now and forever.
With a last greedy swipe of his tongue, Spike broke the kiss. There was no denying what was about to happen. His immortal body was grinding its way into orgasm... lowering his head, he nuzzled the soft skin of Riley's shoulder. His exquisite face shifted from human to its ridged demonic visage right before he sunk his fangs into all that lovely flesh. Blood flowed into his mouth... rich, coppery blood which carried with it... ahh, yes... cloves, strong and spicy.
The sound that rose up from within Riley Finn bordered on a scream, it was so raw and elemental. Thankfully his neighbours were all at their jobs or school by now or the cops would be showing up within minutes to investigate who was being murdered in his apartment. He was coming, his whole body clenching tightly as the world exploded around him.
The vampire held the human tightly in his arms as they cried out, together. Powerful climaxes pounded each relentlessly, like a harsh, incoming tide. After taking no more than a single swallow of blood, Spike's features shifted back to his sharp, human planes. His mouth hung open in a noiseless scream.
A long, howling cry finally worked its way out of his throat. His body continued thrusting his cock into Riley, seemingly of its own volition. Trying to bury himself as deeply as possible, back bowing with the effort to bloody well crawl inside his lover and never come back out again. Cool semen pulsed out of him in short, hard jets and into the warm body pinned beneath him.
Big, broad hands twisted in the sheets, pulling so hard there was a slight tearing sound to accompany their outbursts. Every time they did this, every time Riley shared himself with his lover, the feelings got stronger and stronger. If this was any indication of how their sex life was going to be, the ex-marine gave himself a week, maybe two, tops... before he died of a heart attack...
Spike's tongue lapped gently at the wound on Riley's shoulder, sealing it and helping heal it at the same time. While he licked and cleaned that spot, he kneaded those same shoulders. His thumbs smoothed up and down over the boy's skin, listening as Riley's breathing slowly returned to normal... Going from rough, shallow pants back to long, even, proper breaths.
Firm, pliant muscles flexed under his hands and it felt so damned good. All of it did. Almost too good. And, for a moment, Spike found himself wondering just what in the hell he'd done lately to deserve all of this... especially Riley. Whatever it was, he planned on continuing to do it so he could keep his boy right where he belonged. In bed... with him.
Riley finally pried his eyes open and for once, ignored the time on his clock. He murmured into the pillow which his cheek rested on, "The little death... I get it now..." He had never felt anything that strong in his life.
Spike let his body relax against Riley's. Melding to his every curve and swell, his blond head rested comfortably on that broad back, arms wrapped snugly around him. "Would you say it again?" he asked, so softly the boy could barely hear him at all.
Knowing instinctively what his lover needed to hear, Riley reached over his shoulder to touch Spike's face with one still trembling hand. How could someone… anyone… exist so long with so little love? His voice was rough and more than a little shaky, "I love you, Will..."
He pressed his forehead to Riley's broad shoulder, his undead heart expanding as he heard those words and knew them to be true. Feeling for all of the world like the biggest nonce ever turned, Spike closed his eyes and smiled. "Thank you."
Last night hadn't been a fluke, after all. Riley loved him and he'd never grow tired of hearing him say it.
"Mmmmm, you're welcome..." Sleep sounded good, sounded really good but Riley had responsibilities. And needs that were right now transcending both sleep and sex. "Will... time for a shower and breakfast... plus... I really gotta go to the bathroom. Mortal body and all... care to let me up?"
"Certainly," dropping a last kiss on Riley's shoulder, Spike withdrew himself carefully. His lad was still new to this kind of sex and he wanted to take every precaution to keep from hurting him. When Riley sighed happily, the blond settled down on the bed on his side, reaching out to run his hand down the young man's back. That action elicited another happy sigh which was followed by a delighted groan. Spike could listen to that sort of music all day.
Eventually, Riley rolled over onto his back and tried to get up... He really did but his body wasn't cooperating. Turning his head to look at the recumbent vampire, Riley smiled and shrugged before saying, "Looks like I need a little help here..."
Spike gave Riley a curious, sidelong glance, before kicking the tangled covers off of himself and standing up on the mattress. He tread carefully to the end of the bed, by Riley's feet, and stood over him. His feet were on either side of the boy's. "Gimme your hands," he bent over at the waist and held out his hands.
Riley reached out, taking those pale hands in his and tugged, pulling Spike down on top of him. He grinned, merriment showing in his warm hazel eyes. "Gotcha…" Something told him that Spike hadn't had a lot of fun in his life, before or after he'd been turned. That was going to change as of right now...
"Oof! You --!" Spike sputtered, momentarily unable to decide on a course of action. Should he yell, or laugh… or kiss? He opted for the latter and covered Riley's mouth with his own. It was so easy to lose himself in all that warmth, especially when sprawled across a broad chest with the steady thrum of a heartbeat under his fingertips.
In turn, Riley responded to that kiss for a very long time. The young man slowly mapped out with his lips and then his tongue what was now becoming very familiar territory. He loved to kiss, always had loved to kiss and when he had an equally talented partner… kissing was almost as good as sex.
Spike purred into the kiss, hands threading through Riley's hair as their tongues intertwined and chased one another. There was just something about this boy... a warmth and a goodness that shone from him like a beacon. Being this close to him was better than standing in a ray of sunshine, better than anything he'd ever known.
And once, not a very long while ago, Spike would have loved nothing more than to ruin this beautiful boy. To corrupt him and taint that endearing light, turn it into pure, impenetrable darkness. Just as Angelus had tried to do with him - tried and damned near succeeded. But that was then... he would cup his hands around this bright, precious flame, now, and protect it with his very last ounce of strength.
They finally broke apart when Riley's stomach growled audibly. He gave Spike a chagrined look and another shrug. "Like I said... mortal body...."
Spike rolled his eyes and chuckled. Pressing a last, lingering kiss to Riley's lips, he rolled off of that marvellous body and onto the mattress. It took a moment but he finally settled down onto his back, head pillowed on his folded arms. "Go do the university thing. I'll be here when you get back..." his cocky expression was suddenly replaced by a faintly meek one as he finished, "If you... still want me here, that is."
"Always... There's no question of that..." Riley rolled smoothly to his feet, stretching his sore muscles and giving Spike an excellent view of his back. It was a damned impressive sight. "Help yourself to whatever you can find... Just don't break my PlayStation, okay?"
Spike reached out and let his hand slip over that broad, tempting expanse of muscle and skin appreciatively as Riley climbed out of bed and stretched. "Promise... cross my heart and... well, I'm already dead, but you get the point," he grinned as he pulled the covers up over his nude form with a snuffle and a yawn. Sleep, sleep would be good. He was a vampire after all; he was *supposed* to sleep during the day.
"I get it... Sleep, I'll be home around sunset..." With that, Riley slipped into the bathroom but left the door open so that Spike would be able to see him if he needed the visual reassurance of his presence. Shower, shave, food... Call Professor Adams and give her a plausible excuse... Since spending most of the morning being thoroughly fucked by a 126 year old vampire probably wouldn't go over very well... Or be believed for that matter.
"Mmmmyeah..." came the soft, muffled reply from the lump hidden beneath the black satin.