Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 4: The CatalystDespite all his promises to himself, upon awaking the next day, Riley didn't make his confession to Buffy. She'd overslept and was late for class, barely stopping long enough to give him a quick kiss in her headlong rush to scramble out of his bed and his apartment. Gone in a swirl of golden blonde hair and a flurry of movement, leaving him alone...again.
Riley laid there for the longest time after she left, just staring up at the ceiling as a few tears ran down the side of his face, pooling at the base of his throat. He didn't even have the energy to pick up the phone and call Graham, let alone crawl out of bed to start yet another empty day. Those damning words she'd murmured in her sleep, when she was the most open and vulnerable had devastated him.
While Riley knew he'd been in the wrong, that he was the one who cheated on her, he'd finally gotten the proof that Buffy still loved Angel. There really was no room in her heart for one ex-commando lately from Huxley, Iowa. It would be best for all of them if he just disappeared. Her life would be less complicated and his...well his was over anyway, so why should it matter where he went...or how soon?
Gray would get him back in the Corps, all it would take would be one phone call and Riley Finn would be shipping out of Sunnydale via military chopper. It was the right thing to do, it was the only thing to do. There was no question on that, was there?
He'd make the call in a few minutes...
Or a few hours...
Or a few years...
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Kneeling at the edge of a fresh grave, Riley Finn peered up at the clouds gathering rapidly over his head. His thoughts were as darkly sardonic as his expression when the first drops of rain pattered onto the recently disturbed soil. Small puffs of dirt exploded into the air with each droplet until the ground was thoroughly soaked...** It's a dark and stormy night. How cliché can you get?** Had he been anywhere other than the Hellmouth, this would have been beyond cheesy. But here, it was sinister. Especially since it came seemingly from nowhere, the local weather report had made no mention of a storm earlier.
When Riley had left his apartment that evening for a solo sweep, it had been clear and cold. The moon was full and encircled with a halo of ice crystals that should have warned him of the possibility of a storm. He was a Midwestern farm-boy after all, he'd been reading the weather all his life. But instead of going back, he'd simply turned up the collar of his jacket and plunged into the dark. Riley Finn was a man with a mission tonight...
The wind had risen first, slicing through his thin jacket and chilling him to the bone as he'd settled down next to the fresh grave. He pulled the coat tighter around himself, watching the first drops hit the ground and praying his instincts were right about the occupant that lay below the newest headstone in Restfield. Riley read the police report on this one, he was just betting that a fledge would claw its way up through this mound of loosely packed soil tonight...
And he'd been right, just as the first deluge hit, the newest demonic denizen of the Hellmouth crawled its way up out of the earth. The vampire barely cleared the embrace of its own grave before the ex-commando plunged a stake into its unbeating heart. Not a sound could be heard above the wind and rather than exploding into a flurry of dust, this one just melted away in the rain.
Wish they all went that easy...Maybe then Buffy wouldn't always look so tired. Even though they had not shared a bed since that disastrous night a week ago, had barely even kissed since then, Riley still loved her. Despite knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt her heart belonged to Angel and that she would never feel the same way about him that he did about her, he'd come to a strange sense of peace about the whole thing.
He would still protect her and if she wanted, he would provide the physical comfort of a warm body and a warm bed... Riley decided over the course of the last week that he would stay for as long as she wanted him there even though the thought of touching her while she longed for someone else just made his heart ache.
So he would let her use him if need be...it wasn't like he was as pure as the driven snow. Not any more, not after he'd let Spike bite him, not after that frenzied encounter in the vampire's battered old chair which still haunted his dreams.
The rain poured down now, soaking through his clothes in a matter of moments, the chill of it settling into his bones. The first flash of lightning across the sky followed immediately by a boom of thunder overhead sent a massive surge of adrenaline through Riley. Storms like this didn't normally occur in California, this one was more like the massive thunderstorms that he'd watched on the farm back in Iowa. Black clouds would roll in, covering the entire sky as the heavens would open up and life-giving rain would quench the thirst of the growing crops.
Riley remembered lying on his bed, staring out the window at the almost nightly fantastical light shows. On those summer nights, he found himself believing in the old Greek myths about Zeus and his thunderbolts. His imagination would run wild as the storm raged over his head, the darkened sky peopled with vengeful gods wielding weapons of mass destruction.
A boy's fantasy...which no longer had a place in this man's life.
For he knew now that there were no gods, there were demons but no gods. If there had been a god, he would never have found himself shivering in his bed night after night, his body crying out for one of the very demons he was sworn to kill. The craving for the vampire's bite, for Spike's bite, had not diminished with the passing of time as Riley had hoped, instead it had only grown stronger.
More than once, he'd found himself wandering into this very cemetery, his feet leading him back to Spike's crypt. Each time Riley managed to stop himself, managed to gain enough control to turn around and go back to his apartment, or to school to bury himself in his master's thesis…or to the gym where he would pump iron until he was so sore that he could barely drag his exhausted body to bed. A bed where he slept but found no rest...
And here he was again, standing in the middle of Restfield, rooted to this very spot while the heavens raged above him, rain pelting down, wind whipping through the trees as lightening turned the night sky into day. Something in the storm was calling to Riley, urging him to throw caution to the wind and become one with the elements. The voice of reason which normally dictated his every move was being drowned out by the sound and fury overhead.
Riley knew he should find shelter and find it fast. After all, it was the logical thing to do. He was a big man, taller than most and lightning was usually drawn to the tallest thing around. But he didn't want to find shelter, didn't want to admit to his humanity, to his weakness. Not tonight...
Tonight Riley Finn wanted to lose himself to the storm, to have it wash away the stain on his soul. By embracing the wildness of the night, maybe, just maybe he could tame the beast within him.
For there was a monster in his head, it whispered to him in his sleep, conjuring up images of a face made up of nothing but planes and shadows. It murmured during the day about the taste of a cool mouth on his own, a taste that carried the coppery tang of blood, the bite of cheap whiskey and the ashes of eternity. The monster within him cried out in longing for the feel of strong, slender fingers brushing over his body, for the feel of sharp teeth in his flesh...
In grief and rage over the loss of his innocence, Riley Finn opened his arms to the storm, throwing his head back and letting the rain beat down on him. The wordless sound that rose from his throat was a cry to heaven, a cry that was swirled away into the night, unheard and unanswered.
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Spike awoke with a start as the first gnarled talons of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the darkened crypt and making it seem as though it was daylight inside, even as the thunder grumbled along in chorus. A storm... how perfect...something that matched his own inner turmoil ever since the boy had fled his home a week ago.
To his surprise, Riley had managed to stay away from him during that whole time,
Spike never would have pegged him for that kind of inner strength. Once a human was chosen by a master, their free will usually dissolved in a matter of hours. But not this one, this one was a challenge... Spike just hoped that he was up to the task of bringing the boy to hand. It would take discipline, a discipline he himself seemed to be lacking.
For Spike found himself constantly waking from sleep murmuring his name, dreaming that he'd caught that warm, familiar scent in the air. He stalked around Sunnydale, observing the young man as Riley made his rounds, even watching his back and warning the local vamps off his property. He wracked his brain for an excuse to make his presence known but Buffy was always close by. Spike knew she would stake him on sight if she'd sussed what had already occurred between the two of them. She might not love the boy as strongly as she had loved his misbegotten sire but the Slayer was fiercely protective of her toys.
Despite that fear, Spike yearned for some sort of contact with Riley. Even if that contact was nothing more than an exchange of heated words or blows… anything would do. Just the thought of that innocently handsome face frozen above him in the throes of an orgasm, or the rich, spicy flavour of Riley' s blood made his fangs ache. Much as though he hated to admit it, Spike wanted the boy and not just for another meal.
Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he crawled out of his makeshift bed, pulled on his tight, black jeans and padded his way over to the front door, pausing only to retrieve his cigarettes and lighter out of his coat pocket. Spike pulled on the door and allowed it to stand wide open as he leaned against the frame, watching as the rain came down in continuous sheets. A chill wind washed over his lean form, stirring his sleep-tousled curls as he watched the storm unfurl across the night sky.
Lighting a cigarette, he wound his arms around his nude torso, delighting in the sights and sounds of mother nature in her frenzy. Nights like these had always been his favourites. Clichéd, true -- a vampire who favoured dreary, rainy weather -- but he'd been born in England, after all, and weather such as this, while rare in Sunnydale, brought back memories of late night hunts with Angelus and his family. Those hunts were the only good memories he had of his sire...
Spike rested his head against the doorframe and held out his right hand, allowing the rainwater to spill over his palm. He watched it quietly, fascinated by the play of reflected moonlight on the water as it beaded on his pale skin, like liquid silver. He smoothed his dripping right hand over his face, relishing the feel of the cool droplets on his skin.
A rustling drew his eyes up to the trees that dotted the cemetery grounds, where, with his keen vampiric sight, could see a large black crow perched in an elm. It shook itself, trying to rid its sleek, pitch-hued feathers of the offending moisture, only to be deluged by the storm again.
Spike took another long, deep drag of his cigarette and flicked it aside. Sinking both of his hands into his hair, he stepped out from under the shelter of the stone archway and allowed the rain to pelt him. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, rain sliding down his face and body, unafraid of the harsh strikes of lightning that crackled through the air around him.
He'd done just such a thing many times as a young man and as well as a vampire. Something about Mother Nature unleashed was inexpressibly attractive and alluring, to him. As he opened his eyes, he could see the lightning slicing through the night sky in a blinding flash of ozone and electricity, the after image burned onto the back of his eyelids.
The colour of the sky just after the lightning streaked was remarkably similar to the shades of blue he had seen in the former soldier's eyes as he'd writhed and thrusted above him.
Spike opened his mouth wide, allowing the sweet drops to fall on his tongue... almost as sweet as another taste his body still would not let him forget. With a frustrated snarl, Spike spun on his heels and stumbled back towards the doorway, leaning against it for support even as his body was wracked with fine shivers. There was no finding Circe in this storm tonight, his memory would remain intact and the longing, the incessant call in his blood for the Slayer's boy-toy would continue to nag him until sleep finally came again.
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Rain, sweet, pure rain…something that would wash away the need. The need that clawed through his gut in the dark of night, the need that marked him as a lost soul. **Come, Mother Nature, come wash away my sins and make me whole again.** Stinging droplets pelted Riley from all sides, plastering his clothes to his body and chilling his skin...But not the fire in his blood, that remained untouched despite the fury of the storm.
A bright flare of light, so bright that it blinded him, brought Riley back to his senses. Lightening struck a tree less than twenty feet from him and the rending of the wood startled him out of his stupor. The tree split right down the middle and the leaves of the upper branches brushed past his face as it toppled to the ground.
In those moments of resulting blindness Riley shivered, the cold finally registering. Self-preservation kicked in, this was a cemetery in Sunnydale. His clothes were soaked, clinging so tightly to his body that his movements would be hindered. If another vampire chose to rise now, he would be too slow to take it down. He needed to find shelter from the storm, needed it badly.
**Warmth, home, warmth, home, warmth, home** Those words echoed in his head as the ex-commando turned to go, his home was calling to him, urging him onward. But instead of turning back toward his apartment which held a warm shower and dry clothes, Riley found his feet leading him further into the cemetery. An unseen hand pushing him toward his ultimate destination...
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Spike leaned back against the doorframe, uncertain that his legs would be able to support him, and wiped the rain off of his face with both hands as he continued to watch the downpour. Something... someone... was coming... he could feel it...
His chosen one.
Even in the midst of the raging storm, under the cover of full-on nightfall, Spike could smell him. And he was very close. Not too much longer, he'd be able to see him, as well. Probably soaked to the skin. What the hell was the boy doing running around outside during a storm like this?
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Riley groaned aloud as he recognized the outline of Spike's crypt. How in the world had he ended up here? This was the last place he wanted to be. But he was soaked to the bone and there was the bright flash of another strike not that far behind him. Maybe the vampire wasn't home...It was night-time after all, vampires were supposed to be out and about during the night, weren't they? He'd hole up there until the storm passed and then head back to his apartment.
Coming to an abrupt halt less than five feet from the door to the crypt, Riley felt his heart sink. There in that open doorway stood the very creature he most wanted to avoid. Spike was leaning up against the doorjamb with his hands thrust into the pockets of his jeans. That elegant, scarred eyebrow lifted slowly as if the vampire were amused to see him standing there in the pouring rain.
Riley Finn swallowed heavily as his eyes drank in the lines of that slim torso, the perfectly ridged stomach which led his gaze ever downward. **Don't look, for Christ's sake don't look. For in that way lies madness... Oh, now's a great time to fall back on your English Lit minor, Finn.**
Spike was wet, obviously he too had been caught in the rain but instead of appearing pathetic, it only made the blond look more dangerous and so damned...attractive. His normally slicked back hair now fell in artless curls and droplets of water clung to his pale, pale skin. In contrast, Riley had never felt so bedraggled in his life, he knew his hair was plastered to his head and his clothes clung to him like a second skin. A drowned rat would have looked better that he did at this very moment.
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**Fuck me...** was Spike's first thought as his eyes fell on Riley. Even though he'd known of his presence, had felt him coming, the shock of actually seeing him standing there, like an apparition in the pouring rain was a bit too much. Never had a sight been so wanted and so unwelcome at the same time.
For he'd not come to his master out of desire, nor out of duty. The boy was completely drenched. And obviously seeking shelter...judging by the look of disappointment that crossed that handsome face upon spotting the crypt's occupant, he'd been seeking only shelter. Pursing his lips, Spike turned and, without a single word, stepped inside the crypt, grasped the door and moved to shut it. **Not tonight, boy…No one makes me wait as you have.**
He should just turn and go, simply leave as he had so many other nights but something compelled Riley to move forward when he saw Spike moving back into the darkness. The heavy wooden door was starting to close, causing a blind, unreasoning panic to spur him onward. Despite his new found resolve to remain in Sunnydale as Buffy's faithful companion, despite his determination to stay away from this vampire, Riley wanted in…he needed in. His outcry was barely audible above the wind. "Spike...please..."
Spike stood still, halted in mid-motion by the sound of that pleading voice. He planted the heel of his left hand against the doorframe, right hand gripping the rusted handle, fixing Riley with a blank stare. "What do you want?" His expression may have been the perfect study in indifference... but his words, however, were not. Despite the fact he had to shout in order for his words carry over the din of the thunder and rain, Spike's voice was a deep, intimidating growl.
The young man couldn't believe how meek he'd sounded, surely he had not meant to sound like he was begging. If he was begging, then Spike had the upper hand in this whole odd situation. Riley couldn't allow that. Even though all his instincts were telling him to bare his throat to his master, he had to stand up for himself.
Ignoring that voice screaming in his head, the ex-marine forced his body to move up the steps and in the relative shelter of the doorway. Once there, he looked down into those icy blue eyes and stated simply. "Let me in..."
A freezing gust of wind blew between them, gluing Riley's drenched clothing even tighter to his big frame. Nothing was hidden, everything was revealed if Spike only would take the time to look. Riley flushed as he looked down at the ground, moving his hands in a casual attempt to hide the fact that he was already hard. Had been since he first spotted the blond lounging against the doorjamb.
And that cool gaze did sweep over that marvellously taut body, drinking in every last detail, including the one Riley sought to hide. While the demon prowling around inside Spike's body howled its victory, Spike himself could hardly believe the former marine's audacity. Gritting his teeth, he met Riley's eyes, the raindrops which still clung to his eyelashes framing the trembling boy in sparkling liquid gems. Oh, but he was so goddamned beautiful.
"No," Spike ground out at last.
Riley knew he could physically push the issue, that he could force his way into the crypt and its cold shelter. Most of the effects of Maggie's little chemical cocktail had dissipated after withdrawal but the strength had remained. It was a toss-up which one of them would win in a fair fight but Spike couldn't do anything to overtly hurt him. His chip prevented that from happening.
But for some unknown reason the young man hesitated at the thought of using violence to gain admittance. Ever since the first time Spike had bitten him, Riley's natural aggressive tendencies toward the other male had been sharply curtailed. That voice in his head, the one that whispered to him in the still of the night, the one that urged him to return willingly to the blond's side, that voice wouldn't allow him to just force his way through.
Riley glanced over his shoulder, estimating how long it would take him to reach any other shelter. The next building might as well have been miles away for all he could see through the pelting rain. And now mixed along with the rain were sharp little pellets of ice. A tattoo of sound rattled across the stone roof as hail descended upon the darkened graveyard.
The two of them stood there, neither speaking, just staring at one another while the storm raged all around them. Riley shivered as another blast of wind enfolded him in its icy embrace and he finally spoke again, "Why not?"
As the hail lanced down from above, for just a moment Spike considered giving the poor kid a break. It would be impossible for him to get anywhere in that mess. But no, his mental voice was firm and resolved, like that of a parent chastising his child, Riley had been the one to walk away. He had wilfully ignored and railed against the spoken agreement the two of them had made and he'd just have to accept the repercussions of his decision.
He might very well let him in, but the boy was gonna have to work for Spike's forgiveness. A word given was a word given and woebetide any human or demon that went back on an agreement they had made with William the Bloody. Not many ever lived to tell the tale...
"You know perfectly bloody well 'why not'," Spike answered sharply, anger still evident in his harsh tone. He'd spent too many nights waiting for this moment, waiting for Riley to return to him, to admit to the need that should have been trying to claw its way out of the boy's gut. The same need that was gnawing away at Spike right now. "You don't hold up your end of the deal, why the fuck should I hold up mine?"
"My end of the deal? What are you talking about, Spike?" Riley sidled closer, trying to get his large frame fully underneath the dubious shelter provided by the shallow lintel. As it was, several hailstones struck his shoulders, one of them hitting hard enough to cut through his shirt and his skin. He winced at the impact, muttering a quiet curse; that had stung.
As the minor pain lanced through him, the ultimate meaning of the rest of Spike's comment finally registered, Spike's end of the deal was not telling Buffy. A dozen scenarios played out in his head, none of them good. Fear suddenly out-weighed desire, fear of discovery, fear of watching her face fall as the news was relayed to her that her boyfriend had cheated on her, that he'd cheated on her with this creature.
Ignoring the fear that now mingled with the intoxicating scent of the boy's arousal, the vampire stood his ground, blocking the entrance to his home with his body. "You don't just walk away from this," Spike's shoulders visibly trembled under the weight of his burgeoning ire, eyes narrowing until they were nothing but thin, white slits with citrine-tinged sapphire at their centres. "This ain't a walk in the fuckin' park, boy, this ain't some goddamned carnival ride, here. Nobody walks away from me."
Riley placed his hand against the centre of Spike's chest and he pushed the smaller man backward into the crypt. With his other hand, he fumbled in his jacket for a stake. **It ends now...No more...no more sleepless nights.** It would only take a moment and he would be free...free to spend the rest of his life wanting...
There was the smell of fresh blood in the air, Riley looked down at the hand on Spike's chest, it was covered in it. The cut from the hailstone was bleeding profusely, soaking through his shirt, trickling down the corded muscles of his arm. He saw Spike lick his lips for just a second and there was an unholy hunger in those eyes, hunger for his blood as well as hunger for something else. Could it be the vampire wanted what he himself wanted, wanted what he'd railed against since the last time he'd stood in this musty place?
Riley stared into those fathomless and ancient eyes for the longest time. There was an internal battle being waged within him. On the one hand, he wanted to plunge the stake held between his suddenly nerveless fingers into this creature's heart, knowing that as Spike crumbled to dust, his dirty little secret would be safe, never to be revealed. But on the other, Riley freely admitted to his own darkest desires. He really wanted nothing more than to crush that sensual and deadly mouth underneath his own, to feel it open and let him in.
Despite the sure knowledge that he was damning himself by this very act, the second impulse won out. The stake clattered on the stone floor of the crypt as Riley Finn reached for Spike. "I didn't walk away, Spike...I ran away. I ran because if I didn't, all I would have been able to do was this..." Placing both hands on either side of the blond's head, Riley leaned forward and kissed him, sealing their mouths together as he poured every ounce of the frustrated passion that he'd be denying for the last week into this single act.
With a muffled cry of surprise, Spike suddenly found his lips being ravaged by the brawny young man. For a split second, he was stunned into perfect and utter stillness, but as the warmth, and implicit repentance, of Riley's lips against his own finally began to sink in, he moaned softly into that delicious mouth and threaded black-tipped fingers into the boy's dripping wet hair. The faint tang of blood in the air only served to sharpen his hunger, his lust for more...more of that sweetness, more of the fallen innocence that Riley represented.
Pressing his long frame up against what he was sure could only be described as a perfect body, Riley crushed the smaller man in his arms. He took full advantage of that cry of startled delight, as Spike's mouth opened under his, he filled that cool space with his tongue, engendering even more moans and even a purr of satisfaction from the vampire. He might be naïve about a great many things but this was not one of them...
If there was one thing Riley Finn knew how to do, it was kiss.
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All his earlier reservations about this odd liaison were being swept away by the heat of the moment. It had to be the storm causing this abandonment of logic, this total ignorance of caution. That had to be the reason why he was kissing Spike as if his very existence depending on pleasing the vampire. Storms had always affected Riley, when he was young he watched them, his body alive and humming with energy.
Once he'd discovered sex, more often than not the best place to find him in the middle of a raging thunderstorm was his girlfriend's bed or the back seat of a car or during one particularly fierce storm, one that rattled the school windows and lit up the night sky with cold fire, he'd even done it with a girl in the boy's locker room, taking her right there up against his own locker. He never could resist the sound and fury of a storm.
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There was no denying it, no hiding behind his anger, not any more. Spike wanted the boy. Wanted to consume him, devour him, eat him up whole. From the minute he'd first spotted Riley weaving his way through the headstones, shielding his face from the blinding rain, with the first words out of his mouth, even amidst his growing fury, Spike had been almost painfully hard. Helpless in his desire for what had been withheld for so long.
Even now, the most he could do was grip the fine hair at the nape of Riley's neck and hold on as his mouth was thoroughly fucked by the former soldier's tongue. **Christ, what is this bloody kid doing to me?!** He'd been kissed many times in his long existence but never like this...
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Emboldened by the silent acceptance of his advances, Riley ran one warm hand over Spike's bare chest. As he felt the vampire arch up into that caress, he pinched one nipple, rolling it between his fingers. The resulting moan vibrated between the two of them and that deep purr resounded once more.
His mouth reluctantly relinquished its possession so he could draw a ragged, uneven breath. The bite-mark on his neck throbbed in time to his pulse, matching the rhythm of the answering throb that lay much, much lower. The young man leaned his forehead against Spike's, his eyes closing as he whispered, "What the hell have you done to me?"
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Cupping Riley's cheek in his hand, he felt a swell of fondness for the lad burble up inside him. Such delightful confusion from a card-carrying member of the Hetero Brigade; the boy had probably been denying his leanings toward the other side of the fence every single day of his life. This one would be so much fun to debauch. This lovely child was now his…forever if he so chose.
His own eyes falling shut, Spike returned his whisper. "Nothing you didn't already want. May not have known you wanted it... but you know now."
"I don't want this, Spike...It's driving me crazy. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I so don't want it." His hand slid further down that magnificent torso, over the smooth muscle and finally came to rest just above the snap of those tight black jeans. Riley murmured quietly, desperation evident in that hushed tone, just before his mouth sought out Spike's again, "I don't want this...But, God help me...I *need* it..."
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With muffled sound that barely qualified as a chuckle, Spike's hands found their way to the belt loops on Riley's jeans. Hooking his thumbs into them, Spike tugged the boy along with him as he shuffled backwards, not breaking the connection of their mouths for even an instant. Knowing the layout of his crypt like the back of his hand, Spike's movements were sure but unhurried until he felt his back make contact with the icy grit of the crumbling stone wall.
The ex-marine groaned and shuddered against him, that marvellously warm, damp body pressing right up against his own, blanketed him completely. Pale, slender hands slipped down to cup those firm buttocks, crushing the boy's hips against Spike's narrow ones. And Riley responded so well to that intimate touch, moaning and thrusting up against him, so sweet and so very, very hard.
Curling the front of Riley's shirt in his hand, Spike broke the kiss, tugging down on the fistful of sodden cloth in his hand, silently directing Riley to his knees. Time to up the stakes and see if the boy was as willing as he seemed to be.
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It was so easy to surrender, to give up his own free will. All it took was looking into those eyes and Riley found himself kneeling on the crypt floor, heedless of the puddles that his own wet clothing left behind. The cold was forgotten; all that mattered was obeying his master's directions.
Once there, he gazed upward at the vampire, waiting for the next command, spoken or otherwise. The young man licked his lips and noted as those incredible eyes tracked that movement with a singular focus. A pale tongue flickered over kiss bruised lips, mimicking that nervous action and eliciting an anxious moan from Riley. The waiting was killing him; surely Spike didn't plan on letting him sit there forever, did he?
Then the waiting was over as that mouth opened and the command he'd been anticipating was issued. "I want you to suck me off," Spike murmured, his words coming out almost slurred, as though he were intoxicated. He braced himself against the wall, hands placed flat on either side of him, head resting back, chin tilted downward as he waited silently for Riley to do as instructed. Here was the acid test, would the boy do it?
A shiver ran down his spine as the reality of that quiet order sunk in. After this, there would be no going back, no return to his previous existence. But that option had already been taken away when he'd first experienced the ecstasy of the bite and it had been lost forever when he'd first tasted the vampire's mouth.
Accepting his fate, Riley reached with trembling hands and flicked open the snap. The zipper followed next, the sound of it muffled by the din of the hail striking the stone roof. There he hesitated, wondering if he should pull the jeans the rest of the way down or just remove the cool shaft that his fingers had just brushed against.
Opting for the simplest solution, all he did was wrap warm fingers around what was the first cock other than his own that he'd even touched. He marvelled at how smooth it felt as he peeled back the denim and drew it out. So different from his own, slimmer and uncircumcised. That was not a surprise since by all accounts Spike had been turned before that practice had become popular. **Christ, Ry, why in the world are you dredging up a history lesson right now? This is another guy's cock and he wants you to suck it, not explain it's pedigree.**
Gaze darting upward at the vampire, Riley paused for another moment, waiting for further instructions but none came. The vampire might as well have been carved out of stone; there was not a single flicker of movement from him, not even a hint of recognition of the young man's hesitancy. It was obvious from Spike's seeming indifference that he wasn't going to give him any help with this. Riley closed his eyes for a second, steeling himself for what he knew he had to do...
**I can do this; I know I can do this... All I have to do is open my mouth and take it in.** He leaned forward and very hesitantly placed a soft kiss on the tip of that cool shaft. The feel of it against his lips was surprisingly soft, almost velvety in texture. His tongue flickered over the head, drawing in the first drops that glistened there. They dissolved in his mouth, giving him the merest hint of what lay ahead. Salt, sweet...he wanted more of that.
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Spike felt a jagged shiver course through him at the feel of those lips on his cock and that soft, tentative swipe of warmth as the boy tasted him. He gritted his teeth and placed a hand on Riley's shoulder, stilling him, silently willing him to look up and meet his eyes. Lesson one accepted, time for lesson two...
When that hand touched his bruised shoulder, Riley hissed in pain, his eyes snapping open. He tilted his head back, looking up into the vampire's serene countenance. The look Spike gave him silenced his moan of discomfort as the hand left his shoulder.
Spike licked his lips slowly, hooked a finger under that firm jaw and smiled almost kindly. "Beg me." He sounded as though he were only half-serious, but one look in his eyes told Riley just how serious the blond vampire truly was. There would be no hope arguing with him on this point, the boy had left him waiting and wanting for far too long. It was time he understood his place in the scheme of things.
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There was such a strong aura of command in those two simple words that Riley was introduced to another difference between the vampires that he hunted on a nightly basis and the unearthly creature who proclaimed ownership of him. Other vampires were just ravening animals, demons who deserved nothing but the end of his stake through their hearts.
But not this one. Despite all protestations to the contrary and his own inner struggle to deny the reality of his situation, Riley knew that this vampire did own him. Owned him lock, stock and barrel. There was no refusing the absolute authority contained in that simple instruction.
But he had to make a token protest at least, salvage that much of his dignity. Riley licked his lips, darting a glance down at the cock in his hand and then back up. Using a tone more even than he'd expected, his response to Spike's order was deceptively casual, "Come again? I think I just heard you tell me to beg?"
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**Oh yeah, nice response...Not a single quaver in the voice, that's good, but his scent's much stronger now. Possible submissive streak -- who would have thought it? My, my, this one's a right fine cat's cradle to play with.** Planting his right hand on his hip, Spike spoke with deliberate slowness, as though to a small child, as he looked down at the young man kneeling before him. "I... want you... to beg me. I want you to beg for my cock."
Riley sat back on his heels, suddenly mute as he ran through all possible responses to that quiet statement of dominance. He could get up and walk away but the storm was still raging outside and from the sound of it, the hail was coming down like the hammer of God. So that option was out...
He could flatly refuse and the two of them could end up in a battle of wills that would leave him frustrated beyond belief...again. That option was out as well, the last week had been sheer torment for him, he couldn't deal with even one more night of touching the mark on his neck while he fucked his own hand and wishing it was something else.
But he couldn't just give in, could he? If he gave in too easily, then Spike would always be above him. It went against his grain to be subservient, even though he was on his knees, he was there because he wanted be there. "I don't beg...Not for anyone..."
Spike tutted softly and stroked the back of his index finger down Riley's cheek. "Now, now... what kind of master could I be to you if I didn't punish you when you were naughty, hmm?" His finger slipped down and brushed against the boy's lower lip with a feather-light touch. Such a soft lip and so very warm, it'd been a while since he'd been with a human, Spike was looking forward to being warm again. "I know you can beg real pretty for me."
Even though the touch was light, Riley knew that Spike was dead serious about this. The vampire was exerting his will over him, reminding him of his changed status in this equation. Riley Finn was no longer top dog here...
That thought should really have bothered him and it probably would in the cold light of day. But right now, it didn't matter; all that mattered was what he still held in his hand. He wanted it, wanted to experience something forbidden, wanted to find surcease for the desire which raged through his body…hell, he just plain wanted. Riley licked his lips and bowed his head, his voice less than a whisper of sound, "Please..."
Spike smoothed a hand over Riley's tousled hair, his touch exquisitely gentle... even though his voice was not. "More."
**I can't...oh God...I can't. Please don't make me do this...** He shivered at that oh-so-gentle touch. Spike was treating him like a wayward child but he was also being so very tender. Not so much like a master, more like a lover. That realization put everything into a different light, gave him a new perspective.
It was a game, it had to be a game and Riley Finn was good at games. He swallowed heavily, taking a deep breath before he raised his head. His eyes locked with the vampire's and the words came to him like a flood. "M-master Spike...let me please you. Let me give you all that I am...Let me prove myself to you...Please, let me make you come."
**Ohhh...** Spike's cock twitched slightly at the sound of that soft, warm voice pleading, offering himself up to him. Now this was much better, no more protestations, just a simple acceptance of his fate. The boy learned quick, that much could be said for him. Spike's lips curled in a small, proud smile; this one would do very well. "Yes," he murmured, fingers combing through Riley's hair.
With that single word of benediction and acceptance of his offering, Riley leaned forward again, this time not stopping at just a gentle kiss. Instead he simply opened his mouth and engulfed the head of the vampire's cock. His tongue swept up and over it, gathering up a few more clear droplets which again dissolved in his mouth. The renewal of that desired taste caused him to moan in sheer delight. Salt followed by sweetness and carrying a faint coppery edge...
He'd never done this before but he'd been on the receiving end more than once. Riley knew what he liked and hoped it would prove to be universal. After lingering for mere moments, he bobbed his head, taking a few inches in and then releasing his hold slowly, his lips pulled tight over his teeth and his tongue moving over and around, over and around...
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In spite of himself, Spike drew in a sharp breath through his nostrils; fingers tightening in Riley's hair as he tipped his head back against the wall, watching avidly through lowered lashes as the former soldier worshipped his cock. One hand slipped down, massaging circles into the back of Riley's neck as he slowly rocked his hips up into the young man's hot, eager mouth. This is where the lad belonged, not at the slayer's side but at his feet, doing this.
That gentle movement spurred Riley on; he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and went for it. He laid one hand on Spike's hip, pulling him toward him as he relaxed his jaw. In one swift stroke, he managed to take all of that marvellously cool shaft in, all the way down to the dark blond curls. Riley waited for a beat and then swallowed, tightening the muscles in his throat. He smiled around that delightful mouthful as he heard Spike growl, felt his body shake. **Oh yeah...that got to you...**
Spike pinched his eyes shut, every last muscle in his body tensed and his entire being directed towards the boy on his knees in front of him. He moaned deeply as one hand reached down and grasped a handful of Riley's soaked shirt. It would be so easy to just lose himself in this mouth, to drown in the slurry of heat...
The young man fell into a natural rhythm, which was odd since what he was doing shouldn't be a natural act for him. **Don't think about that, Ry...Just keep doing that and oh yeah, do that again...That made him squirm.** On the next down-stroke, Riley twisted his head, barely dragging his teeth along the underside of the cock that was moving of its own accord. An inward hiss of breath from Spike and the tightening of the fingers still in his hair told him without words that move was more than acceptable.
This was becoming a competition, just how long would it take before Spike lost it? Riley hoped it would take a while, much to his surprise, he was really enjoying this... He'd never realized that one could be on their knees and still be in control.
Spike shuddered and cried out as he felt Riley's teeth rake ever so lightly over his cock again. The time for punishment had passed -- he had to reward this boy. "Gimme your hand," he ordered, almost surprised to hear the lustful quaver in his own gravelly voice.
Riley glanced up at Spike, his cheeks hollowing as he continued to move, sucking, licking, teasing. He laid his hand in the vampire's, wondering what he was going to do with it but deciding to trust him. It wasn't like Spike could hurt him...not seriously anyway.
Grasping Riley's proffered hand by the wrist, he pulled it up the length of his own body, gently uncurling the fingers. He slowly licked the palm, taking in his own scent and taste as well as the boy's. It was a heady combination. Quickly shifting to game face, Spike took the tip of the boy's index finger in his mouth and raked it along one of his fangs, making a deep, diagonal cut in the callused pad.
Riley almost choked as a sharp pain radiated out from his injured fingertip. A bite there he'd never expected and his memory of the pain which accompanied it had faded over the last week. He pulled back in shock, releasing Spike's cock with a soft curse. "Oh fuck..."
"Easy... easy," Spike soothed as he drew Riley's finger into his mouth deeply, tongue laving over the wound his fang had made, carefully licking at the blood that flowed from it. From experience he knew that pain was only momentary, it was a fleeting thing…it would fade in the span of a few heartbeats and the boy would remember why he craved it so much, why he needed his master's bite to make him whole.
The pain was instantly quenched by that wonderfully cool tongue and that mouth was sucking on him, drawing Riley back into that seductive vortex which had turned his world upside down. He was lost and he knew it...and he didn't care.
Riley took a deep breath just before he drew Spike back into his mouth. He moaned as that delirious sensation washed over him again, his own hard cock throbbing in time to the cut on his finger. As with the other bites, he was having the exact same reaction, in the span of a few seconds, he was hovering on the edge of orgasm. All Riley wanted to do was give himself some relief but the young man instinctively knew that would not be allowed...not without permission anyway...
Spike moaned appreciatively around the finger in his mouth as the slick, searing heat enveloped him again. He sucked on Riley's finger hungrily, head bobbing up and down much like the one bobbing over his cock. Blood and sex. There could be no finer combination in the entire world, in Spike's reckoning.
The cold suction, the feeling of his blood being drawn away so slowly as it warmed the vampire's mouth was too much for Riley. The world was spinning out of control, all it would take would be one stroke, one single stroke and he would be coming so damned hard. Riley pulled back, laying his cheek against the sleek skin of Spike's hip and this time he was begging for real. "Spike...Oh God...please..."
Running the fingers of his right hand through Riley's fine hair, Spike released the boy's finger, brushed a light kiss to the knuckles. "Work with me, here, Riley..." he purred softly, silkily. He could smell the depth of the boy's arousal from ten leagues away. "Come with me." The saffron eyes slowly shifted back to endless blue as their gazes met and locked. **You can be a part of this, a part of me forever, if you like... forever, just you and me...**
Riley looked up the vampire, watching his game face melt away and the all too handsome human mask take its place. He was drowning in those blue upon blue eyes. Permission, that was permission, wasn't it? His voice trembled; it had been years since he'd sounded so tentative, so young as he asked, "M-may I?"
Another almost painful surge of wanting and emotion crashed over Spike then. He bent forward and captured Riley's mouth with his, kissing possessively, but tenderly. Oh but this was a sweet one, even though the choice had initially been forced on him, Spike was well pleased with him. When their mouth's parted, he whispered simply, "Yes."
The touch of those lips on his and that whispered benediction did it, pushed him over the edge. Riley closed his eyes and moaned as he came without the benefit of a single touch on his cock. "Sweet Christ..." He laid his head against Spike's hip again, his whole body shaking in absolute release. His breaths were no more than short gasps for air while the pleasure rolled over him.
"Riley," Spike chuckled even as his arms wound around the young man huddled and gasping at his feet. **Oh, my boy...** It had been too many years since he'd gotten that kind of reaction from anyone. Funny how much he'd missed it without knowing he missed it. But the boy was falling down on the job; there were some things that still needed seeing to.
"Riley..." Gently repeating the name, Spike cupped Riley's chin in his hand and lifted his head. "Little help needed, here," the blond said, eyes falling to his own cock, still hard and gradually turning an angry shade of red. He ached and only the return of that warmth mouth would give him ease.
Still panting for breath, Riley opened his eyes and found reflected in those eyes a need as great as his own had been. Giving acknowledgment of that request with a single nod of his head, he returned to his earlier occupation. He positively devoured that beautiful cock, sucking fiercely on it, his free hand moving in unison with his lips and tongue. It was as if the devil himself was driving him onward. Riley had to return the pleasure that had just been given to him, had to return it tenfold and prove himself worthy of his master's attention.
With a startled cry, Spike collapsed back against the wall as Riley took his cock into the warm, inviting confines of his mouth once more, suckling with pure abandon. For a virgin, the boy was pretty damned eager. "Oh, that's it... yeah... suck me," he managed through tightly gritted teeth. "Suck me."
Peeling those tight jeans down over slim hips, Riley cupped his lover's balls, gently rubbing the tender skin. His index finger brushed along the perineum, teasing that so sensitive spot. While it was true he'd never given a blow-job in his life, he'd paid attention in his human sexuality class, he knew the basics at least. More advanced techniques he would have to be taught...later.
Cradling Riley's head in both of his hands, fingers smoothing over his hair, Spike's hips had once again begun to rock up into the boy's mouth seemingly of their own accord, just barely keeping pace with the ferocious rhythm Riley had set. He may never have done anything with other men before, but what Riley lacked in experience, he certainly made up for with enthusiasm.
Every forward thrust went deeper into his mouth and finally down his throat. Riley concentrated on not choking every time he felt that long slide along the roof of his mouth. He focused on the soft moans rising from his partner, moans that were being interspersed with deep-throated growls and eventually replaced by a smooth, rumbling purr of utter delight. There was a sound he could get used to hearing.
Spike lifted his left leg and draped it over Riley's shoulder, pulling the two of them even closer together. The boy would have to learn how to give head, sometime... especially if they were going to be seeing more of each other…and if Riley's last orgasm had been any indication, that was now a foregone conclusion... In that scenario, Spike was just the vampire to teach him. "Take me deep," he purred, "and swallow."
With a shudder, Riley complied, holding his breath and taking him all the way down. He swallowed around the thickening shaft, moaning as Spike thrust even further in with a swift twist of his hips. This was by far the most amazing sexual experience of his young life; he'd never felt anything like this… Never felt so wanton...or wanted...
Mouth dropping open at the incredible sensations being lavished on his cock, Spike gripped Riley's hair as he continued to slowly fuck the boy's mouth, biting his lower lip. **Christ, but this kid's a fast learner. Give me a week with him and I'd be willin' to pit him against the best of 'em. Gimme a month and I'd bet he could make a statue come.**
Riley could feel the tension in Spike's body, could feel it coiling up tighter every second. The vampire was just on the edge but nothing he was doing seemed to push him over. He had to come up with something more. His eyes widened as an idea came to him and the young man pulled all the way back, replacing his mouth with his hand.
Spike murmured a wordless protest, fingers tightening in the boy's fine hair to drag his mouth back into place but he stopped when Riley lifted his head so their gazes met. While he continued to look his partner straight in the eye, Riley turned and bit the vampire's inner thigh, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to bruise.
Pleasure and pain, such an exquisite combination, so very irresistible, much like the boy huddled at his feet. That last startling act, so different from the fumbling tenderness and awkward passion exhibited by Riley throughout this encounter was just enough. With a bellowing roar, Spike's orgasm slammed into him, forcing his head back and his eyes closed as his entire body tensed and shook under the weight of it.
A broad smile lit up Riley's entire countenance as he heard that cry of delight. **It worked! Hot damn!** The first jet of cool semen hit his cheek, the second hit his lips and the third was in his mouth. The taste flooded his senses, he had to have more of it, had to have all of it. Nothing less would do...
Riley caught the rest of Spike's come in his mouth, rolling his tongue up and over the head, savouring it, owning it. Without a second of hesitation, he swallowed that pleasant mouthful. Sweeter than his own and still laced with the coppery tang of blood. Addictive…very addictive…almost more so than the bite.
A deep, appreciative purr rumbled in Spike's chest as he finally began to come down from his climax. He smoothed his hands over Riley's silken hair, smiling down at the boy, eyes warm and filled with satiation. Letting his leg slip off of the former soldier's shoulder, he grasped the front of Riley's shirt and silently bade him to rise. Once Riley was on his feet, Spike pulled him into his arms and kissed him, still with that same all-encompassing possessiveness and care.
And Riley entered into that embrace gladly, grateful that there was no awkward silence between them nor harsh words which had always been their venues before. He wrapped his arms around Spike's much more slender frame and returned the kiss with artless abandon, his mouth seeking and feeding off of the vampire's, tongue flickering over now blunt teeth.
Spike's purr shifted to a full, pleased growl in the back of his throat as he nipped at Riley's lower lip, tongue diving past those swollen lips to tangle with Riley's, fingers sliding up into his hair and holding on tight. It amazed him how the person he'd always thought of as Captain Cardboard could turn a simple kiss into liquid sex, no wonder the slayer had been panting after him…
With a hitching moan, the ex-marine ground his hips up against Spike's. He was hard again, hard and willing. The kiss was driving him insane, all he wanted to do was crawl inside his lover's skin and never leave again. Never go back again out into the cold nigh t or the harsh light of day.
Spike dropped his hand to Riley's waist, squeezing the well-muscled flank as he broke the kiss. Meeting the former soldier's eye for just a moment, a glint of mischief lighting his own, he rose up on his toes and flicked his tongue against Riley's cheek. "Missed a spot," he said, by way of explanation. The smile that chased his words was positively wicked.
That smile was startling; it was something Riley had never seen on Spike's face before. Oh, he'd seen him smile before, a sly smile that spoke of lies, ashes and regret. But this one, this one was different, this was a smile that promised dizzying pleasure; it spoke of sweat, of stifled moans, of strangled cries, of ecstasy beyond mortal understanding...
The look in Spike's half-lidded eyes continued those promises; within those crystalline depths lay his ultimate destiny. There would be no more nights spent entangled and encased in a woman's body.
As of this moment, that part of his life was over.
Spike's ravenous smile faded away; replaced with a far more reserved, far gentler and warmer smile, much like the one he'd graced Riley with after his orgasm. Smoothing his hand over Riley's cheek, he leaned in again until their lips were just barely brushing against each other. Riley leaned in as well, his expression quietly anxious, and Spike had to fight the urge to chuckle. Now was the time to stamp his mark on the boy, to let him know beyond any doubt what was going on here.
"And tell me..." he began softly, lips parting as though to settle over Riley's once more, "who do you belong to...?
The response was uttered without thought, without hesitation as the young man closed the gap between them. "You...I belong to you..."
That was the answer he was looking for, no more slayer for this boy, no more anyone else for that matter…this one was irrevocably his. Spike parted his lips wide and met the former solider half-way, arms winding around his neck as he melted against the other man, tongues rasping against one another in a rhythm all their own.
Riley plastered the vampire against the crumbling wall of the crypt, his hands everywhere at once, touching, stroking, and mapping out the familiar and yet unfamiliar contours of a masculine body. Had anyone ever told him this would become his reality, Riley would have laughed out loud.
But he wasn't laughing now.