Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 5: BalanceMouths pressed tightly together, tongues completely intertwined, hands searching over muscle and smooth skin to find the best grip in order to pull the other even closer, the two of them stood there in that silent crypt. Spike grazed the spot on the inside of Riley's lip with his naturally sharp human teeth and sliced open the wound he'd given him a week ago, renewing the blood connection between them. The sound and feel of a suddenly in-drawn breath combined with a deep moan, were the young man's only reactions to the exquisite pain engendered by that simple act.
Purring in utter contentment, the vampire sipped at that flow of sweet blood as they continued wrestling against one another. No one had tasted this good to him, not in almost 130 years had he found such a heady flavour. Even though he'd only had him a few times, Spike admitted to himself he was just as addicted to the incredible elixir that ran in this boy's veins as Riley seemed to be to his bite.
Their bodies ground together, each seeking to crawl inside the other but the sopping clothing they still wore hindered that desire. With a frustrated snarl, Spike grasped the hem of Riley's heavy pullover and wrenched it up, too impatient to be as careful as he might normally have been. He wanted to touch that moist, deliriously warm human skin and he wanted to touch it now.
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The young human didn't want to lose that searing contact, to lose that feeling of mouths fervently mated to one another but Riley felt the rough wool of his shirt being pulled violently upward and he had to obey. With a moan of disappointment, he broke away, panting, his eyes so dilated with renewed desire they were almost black. Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the entire sky for a brief flash and that blaze of light was reflected in the boy's direct gaze.
In less than a second, the offending piece of clothing was tossed away, landing in a sodden heap on the far side of the crypt. Riley shivered as his body was exposed to the cold night air and shivered again when his chest came in full contact with Spike's. How could something so amazingly cold engender such heat?
Fire, his body was on fire, every nerve screaming...Nothing had ever felt like this, nothing had ever reached inside him with such cold hands and twisted his soul. Riley Finn was beyond saving at this point, even if Buffy had walked in through that door and told him she loved him above all others, it wouldn't have mattered.
Too late, too late...
There was no denying the reality of his situation. He'd told the truth to Spike, told the truth in spite of himself. The blond vampire that dogged his steps, that tormented him with not so subtle jibes for months now owned him...
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Crushing his lips against that ambrosial skin -- still so deliciously slippery from the rain and sweat -- Spike groaned. Slender hands wound around the boy's waist as he nibbled and sucked a fiery path down the length of that strong throat, pausing only to rake his teeth lightly over the nearly healed wound his fangs had made on that marvellous night, the night that changed their destinies. This boy was something to be proud of, a possession worthy of a master vampire. Strong, aggressive, intelligent but oh so pliable, responsive, eager to learn...and very, very easy on the eyes.
Spike smiled against Riley's collarbone as the former soldier let out a ragged, breathless moan, hands coming up to grasp each of his shoulders. The noises this boy made were amazing, music to this vampire's ears. Far too long, it had been far too long since he'd taken a man to his bed, so long that he'd forgotten the thrill of the conquest, the satisfaction to be gained in making the strongest whimper for his touch. Retracing his trail with a long, continuous swipe of his tongue, he wrung even more of those intoxicating sounds from his human partner.
This was going to be a good night...
Nipping at that fine, proud jawline, Spike slowly worked his way back to those delightfully bruised lips. He parted his own ever so slightly, much like he had before, holding them just a whisper away from Riley's own, taunting, teasing, only to pull back as Riley leaned in to close that precious circuit. Responsive was a mild term for this boy, how could the slayer have ever let him out of her sight? That was a mistake that Spike would never make.
Riley followed him, his eyes closed and brow furrowing in near frustration as he sought the elusive contact that was being denied him. The sound that rose up from the young's man throat was very close to a whimper of absolute need. "Please..." That one word was whispered so softly, yet carried such a wealth of longing.
The strongest of men were helpless...even this beautiful child. Once bitten they always went blindly to their doom.
**Slayer, slayer...you certainly can pick them, pity you'll never get this one back.** The vampire hummed contentedly, well pleased with the prize he'd snatched from underneath his mortal enemy's nose "Oh... I just love being right. You do beg so nicely." Nuances of wonder, amusement and lust coloured his richly accented voice. Spike leaned in closer, lips hovering just over Riley's, just barely brushing them as he spoke. "Say it again."
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He didn't know what he was asking for, all he knew was that he needed it...Needed whatever Spike was willing to give to him. Not daring to open his eyes, still held in his master's sway, Riley licked his lips, his tongue touching Spike's as well with one warm swipe. "God...please...kiss me..."
With a nearly audible shudder, Spike cupped Riley's face in his hands and closed that final bit of distance between them. Capturing the boy's lower lip between his own, he tugged on it gently, tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, purposefully avoiding the wound he'd made. Despite all evidence to the contrary, Riley was more than the warm, life-giving blood in his veins and Spike would make doubly sure that he understood that. And with his kiss, he hoped to convey just that message.
With a heartfelt cry of delight, Riley responded to that oh-so-tender kiss. He pulled Spike closer, opening his mouth to him and rubbing his whole body against the vampire's. The young man couldn't get close enough, the friction between their bodies was driving him insane...he had to have more. He wasn't sure what that more could possibly be but whatever it was, he wanted it.
Spike's response was instinctive, pressing his slighter frame full-length against that marvellously warm body, gripping his hips tightly, even as his tongue slid into the boy's desperately hungry mouth. He only just barely managed to stifle the almost feral-sounding growl that longed to grind its way out of his throat as Riley closed his lips around the tip of his tongue, sucking hard.
Full of sensual surprises, this one...he could spend decades discovering all of them.
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Riley lost himself utterly in the kiss, relinquishing all control to his demonic lover. Their mouths were fused together, his hands roamed over smooth muscle until they finally came to rest on the curve of deceptively slim hips. Here was another source of wonder for him, there was nothing fragile about the body in his arms. For once he didn't have to rein in his strength, didn't have to worry about crushing his partner.
Being a big man had its drawbacks, his partners always tended to be so much smaller than he was. Buffy was the only girl he'd been with where there was no fear of hurting her which for Riley had been one of the secret parts of her appeal. She'd worried about being stronger than he was, worried that he was threatened by it but he wasn't. It had been a relief to hold someone in his arms that wouldn't break in half.
And that same appeal held true here, with the marvellously lean and lithe body currently in his arms. He'd always drawn to delicate little things but Spike was far from delicate...
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Spike was hard again, painfully so, fingers scrabbling at the acres of soft, bare skin and the intricate musculature which lay beneath it. Warm, the boy was so warm and he smelled so good. Smelled like fresh water, like sunshine, like hearth and home...all of the good things from the land of the living clung to that satiny skin. He wanted to lose himself in the heat of this mortal's body, to forget the loneliness that had been his only constant companion since losing Dru.
Every movement of the vampire's own body was mirrored by his partner's, they were engaged in a dance that had only one possible ending tonight. This human, his bed, no other options...not a one.
He'd let the slayer's boy-toy escape twice before but after having been held in that butter-soft mouth, no further clemency would be shown. Spike had only begun to experience what Riley had to offer and he intended on knowing every inch of the big frame pressed so tightly to his own before the night was through. Every inch, every scent, every taste would become as familiar to him as his very own.
Curling the fingers of his left hand into a claw, he raked them down the boy's back, not hard enough to cut or scratch, but with just the right amount of pressure. It was like dousing a pile of dynamite with petrol and dropping a match on the lot. Very satisfying results indeed...
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That sharp pleasure engendered by that harsh caress was greeted by a deep shudder and a moan which the blond swallowed as greedily as if it were blood. Riley arched his back, hissing in delight as that hand made another pass, scoring him, marking him as surely as if he'd been bitten again.
**Oh Christ!...** The ex-commando's assault on the vampire's mouth turned into a full-fledged war. He nipped, he sucked, he even bit, all in an effort to deepen their connection, to sink into his lover, to become one with him.
When they finally broke apart, he was panting for breath, one hand braced on the crumbling wall to keep from falling over. Spike was amazingly unruffled, his head tilted to one side as he calmly observed Riley with one brow slowly raised in silent inquiry. How could the guy seem so unaffected? Riley's heart felt like it was about to beat it's way out of his chest and Spike looked like he was contemplating nothing more serious than whether to watch TV or light up one of his ever present cigarettes.
That impression was immediately dispelled when Riley finally locked gazes with his acknowledged master. Those normally blue on blue eyes were almost black, so dilated that only the merest rim of colour showed. And there was the slightest movement of that blond head as Spike drew in a breath that he didn't need… taking in his scent and licking his lips. Hunting mode, the vampire was in hunting mode and one Riley Finn was his prey.
Funny how that thought didn't frighten him, it should have scared the hell out of him but it didn't. Not now...not after what had already happened tonight. Riley stared into those fathomless eyes and whispered the question that hung silently between them until now, "Where do we go from here?"
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As a flash of lightening lit up the sky outside the high windows of the crypt, the vampire smiled, revealing sharp, white teeth. Thunder rolled overhead as he stalked closer, moving back into those warm human arms that closed around him without a second of hesitation. Strong, slender fingers threaded through still damp dark blonde hair, pulling Riley down toward his lover's mouth. Down toward that source of ultimate pleasure and pain that had him so totally enthralled.
Spike drew his tongue slowly up Riley's chin, pressed an open-mouthed kiss to it before he continued on his ascent... and the tip of his tongue drew a slick, narrow line over Riley's lips. The words that issued from that beautiful cool mouth were spoken in a deep, throaty voice that had so much of the demon in them it sent tiny bolts of fear and excitement shooting down Riley's spine. "I wanna fuck you."
That statement was followed by a searing kiss, one that stole the breath out of the boy's lungs and made his knees go weak. Spike held on tightly, enjoying every last shiver, every single whimper that wound its way out of Riley. **Final test, boy. I wonder if you're up to it? God, I hope so.**
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Staggering backward once he was released from an amazingly carnal kiss, Riley shook his head a little. There was just no way he heard that right. A shiver coursed throughout him, his eyes widening in shock as he stammered, "You w-want to what?"
He knew what Spike had just said but couldn't really fathom it. A blow-job, sure, he could do that...after all he'd had that done to him many times. But he'd never done what he thought Spike was suggesting, well...not really. Only one of the girls he'd been with were that adventurous but when they tried it, he was way too big for her and they'd given up on the idea.
And now this vampire...his lover...his master wanted it...from him... And Spike was far from small himself, this was gonna hurt like a mother... Not good, this was so not good.
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Not quite the reaction he was looking for, but Spike had to hand it to Riley, he didn't scream and run. He just stood there, trembling a little, head held high, eyes still honest and direct as he waited for confirmation of his master's statement. Treasure, this boy was an absolute treasure, a gem just waiting to be plucked up from the ground and polished by the right hands…his hands.
Approaching him as if he would one of Angelus' thoroughbred racers unbroken to the saddle, Spike smoothed the backs of his fingers over Riley's cheek. The young man flinched for a second before leaning slowly into that oh-so-gentle touch. It might take a bit of convincing, some sweet talking but the blond knew he would get what he wanted...eventually.
His tone was low, infinitely soft and yet he was unable to disguise his obvious eagerness at the prospect of having this exquisite child spread out beneath him, sobbing for more. Now was the time for a little honesty between them, just enough to keep Riley from bolting into the night. "I want you to be mine, completely... I want to take you to my bed and fuck you till I knock your lights out. I want to make this thing between us real... sanctify it, stamp it, tattoo it ... on your skin and mine... you're mine and I'm yours, forever. I wanna be inside you and feel you tight around me... and know that you're mine."
There, it had been said and surprisingly, Spike meant every word of it. He wanted this, wanted it more than anything, this one final act of possession. Only question was, would the boy do it?
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Those words had Riley transfixed to the spot, his heart pounding, his mouth dropping open as it registered that what Spike was saying was the absolute truth. For once there was not even a hint of guile on that usually sardonic face, instead a hopeful light gleamed in eyes darkened with lust. This wasn't just about the blood, it wasn't about power, not any more. This was about need and Riley Finn knew something about need.
Maybe, just maybe he could find what he himself was seeking. Someone to belong to, someone who might need him as much as he needed them. It was probably too much to hope for but Riley felt a little of his deep sorrow lift as he gazed into that unbearably handsome face. Spike wanted him, wanted him, not someone else, not someone who looked a little like him, sounded a little like him. There was no chance that this blond would call him by someone else's name, not even while he slept.
Decision made, Riley Finn took a deep breath to shake away the last of his doubts. He stepped out of that tight embrace and held his hands out in silent supplication. His response was barely audible above the sound of the wind, "I am yours...Do with me what you will..."
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Capitulation was such a wonderful thing, the scent and taste of it in the wind even more intoxicating than the minute traces of Riley's blood that still clung to his lips. How long had it been since he'd done something like this?...Far too long.
Spike studied the boy quietly for several moments, eyes making the slow, purposeful journey up that tall, powerful frame, the tip of his tongue caught between even ivory teeth as he considered where they should begin. So much to do, so much to do it with, so little time in which to do it all...A lifetime wouldn't be enough for him, not where this one was concerned. "Get outta those wet clothes," he said at last. "I wanna touch you."
Order issued, order understood, that much showed on Riley's face besides it would be a relief to get out of the rest of his sopping clothing. The young man nodded in assent as he undid the top button of his jeans. Turning his back on Spike in a sign of ultimate trust, he sat down on one of the slabs to remove his soaking wet boots and socks. That movement revealed to the silent vampire what he'd been curious about ever since stripping off the boy 's shirt and he was not disappointed. As he'd suspected, Riley was a perfect specimen with acres of lightly tanned skin and a vast expanse of muscle he could lose himself in.
No longer content to just watch, Spike shoved himself off the wall. Quickly shucking his own black denims and tossing them aside without a single care about where they landed, he crossed over to where Riley sat.
Supremely unconcerned by his own state of undress, he draped his arms around those broad, well-muscled shoulders, carefully drawing the slightly trembling young man toward him until his back was pressed against Spike's abdomen. That contact was searing, startling both of them by its sheer intensity.
In response to his master's touch, Riley titled his head back, baring his throat and trying to suppress the very soft whine that was threatening to escape from deep within. That body pressed so tightly against him felt so wrong and yet so very, very right. He was addicted, there were no more doubts in his head on that score.
Every movement ceased as he waited, waited for what Spike would do next. His hands hovered just above the next button on his jeans, he was uncertain about whether he should continue or let his master do so. It was all up to the whim of the creature that held him in an almost loving embrace.
Spike brushed the backs of his fingers lightly over his very own bite-mark which marred the fine, smooth skin of the former soldier's throat. Bending over, he carefully tucked a lock of dark wheat coloured hair behind Riley's ear and nibbled on the shell. His cool hands slipped around to Riley's chest, pinching each nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his lips retraced their path to the two tiny pinpoints over Riley's jugular.
The boy was shivering in anticipation, he was so ready for the bite, so ready to face the oblivion that would be brought about by the simple slice of fangs through such enticingly soft skin. But Spike hesitated, despite his jaw aching from the need to sip from that pulsing fountain, another bite was not what he wanted.
There was more here than that...So much more than simple blood lust...
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"Please..." Soft, so soft, no more than the merest breath of a word. Riley closed his eyes, waiting for it, waiting for the sting of those fangs in his flesh.
He needed it, needed to feel that he mattered. Mattered to someone, anyone... Epiphanies were becoming his stock in trade over the past week. Even without the stunning revelation that Buffy still loved her long-gone Angel, it had been obvious to Riley that he really didn't matter to Buffy, he was just a convenience. He came when she called him and left when she wanted him to go and he'd been satisfied with that. Satisfied with what little she would allow him of herself.
But Spike's heart-felt declaration showed him just how much he had sold himself short. Those passionate words had let him know once again how it felt to be the centre of someone else's universe and he wanted it to be true.
Even if only for tonight.
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Riley needed this for more than the simple thrill feeding an undead thing such as himself provided for him, Spike knew that. He could feel a hunger far deeper than that coursing through this young man, could smell it on his warm, fragrant skin, could taste it in the heady flood of copper and spice that was his sweet blood.
Spike suspected the boy had long been searching for some sort of deeper connection with another being, and that he'd hoped that Buffy would be the one -- the answer to all of his problems, the all too essential fix to quench his bottomless addiction. Quite simply, Riley needed so desperately to be needed that he was utterly lost if he wasn't.
As he caressed and nuzzled that shivering body, he silently acknowledged this delightful boy was his very living reflection. He, too, felt useless without someone to do for, care for, love and protect every waking minute. He'd done just that for Dru for nearly a century. At first he'd done it out of sheer devotion, devotion to the one creature who treated him like he mattered but after a while, it had become nothing more than conditioned habit.
He'd learned to be infinitely patient with her, with all of his odd family, to speak softly in an effort to calm their anxieties, and learned, lastly and most importantly of all, to be ever watchful. One moment of inattention could result in an ocean of agony...Dru couldn't bear the sight of red roses and loved peppermint tea... Angelus' hackles rose when someone's chair shrieked along the marble dining room floor, yet he would often times smile at the smell of old leather-bound novels.
That patience, so at odds with his personality, came from many, many years of being the one they all ran to, yet turned away from when the night terrors dissipated or when the rage had finally melted away. He'd needed, too... needed those clinging hands and wide, gleaming eyes and softly begging voices, asking him 'please, please don't leave me, William' or 'don't go, Will. Sit with me a while, then.'
Needed to belong somewhere, belong to anyone, no matter how much they hurt him. And what had all that devotion ever gotten him, they were gone, gone away and he was alone.
Always alone.
Spike closed his eyes even as the moist, cool tip of his tongue neatly traced the outer curve of Riley's ear. He would spare his boy that pain, spare him from the crushing weight of being so very, very lonely. "Soon," he whispered. "We'll both have what we need soon enough..."
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The softest sound of disappointment escaped from Riley when he realized a bite was not forthcoming. He licked his lips, his eyes still tightly closed, head tilted back as he leaned into each of those tantalizing touches, they were almost as good. The normally booming voice was an echo of Spike's fervent whisper, so quiet he could barely be heard above the din of the storm which still crashed around them. "D-do you want me to continue getting undressed?"
Despite his earlier defiance, Riley had slid completely into the subservient role. Gone was the confident young man who'd stormed into this very crypt just over a week ago spoiling for a fight. What was left behind would have made Maggie Walsh green with envy, for here was her perfect tin soldier. Made only to follow orders without hesitation, without question. No matter what was asked of him now, he would give it...willingly.
Spike's left arm slid around Riley's neck and his hand cupped the boy's smooth cheek. He turned Riley's head ever so slightly towards him and pressed an almost chaste kiss to his cheek with a wordless nod. Nothing really needed to be said here...
Riley unbuttoned his jeans slowly, easing each of the copper rivets out of their holes as he tried to avoid touching his aching cock. He was so very hard and he just knew that the merest brush, the merest hint of contact would trigger another explosive climax. Once was embarrassing enough, he really didn't want a repeat performance of the Riley Finn hair-trigger.
He waited silently until Spike released him before he rose to his feet. With his back still to the vampire, Riley peeled the wet jeans off his hips, his dark blue boxers went along with the sodden material, leaving him totally bare. Naked, he was naked in front of another man...**No need to panic, breathe, Riley, just breathe.**
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**My, my…very nice...Very nice indeed.** Spike's coolly appraising eyes drank in the sight laid out so enticingly in front of him. Beautiful, simply beautiful. **Damn, but the slayer has good taste, no...strike that, the girl has soddin' amazing taste.**
The tension in the young man standing so quietly there was palpable. Under normal circumstances, Spike would have delighted in needling him, pushing him to get a rise, it was just part of the fun of dealing with Captain Cardboard. But not tonight...Casting a sidelong glance as he moved from behind Riley, he felt the corners of his mouth turn up, no question of getting a rise tonight...no question at all.
Brushing past Riley, Spike made his way over to his makeshift bed, which was nothing more than a slab heaped with pillows and repulsively peach satin sheets which Harm had picked out in an effort to give the place 'a woman's touch.' Satin sheets. On a marble coffin. Well, that was Harmony for you. Spike had the urge to burn them, but found he loved the feeling of the satin against his bare body as he slept.
Catching the hem of the top sheet and quilted comforter in his left hand, he tugged them off of the bed, leaving only the pillows and the fitted sheet beneath. As he turned to beckon Riley to him, he saw the young man was staring at him openly, darkened hazel eyes the forebearers for his fingers. A satisfied smile transformed Spike's angular features, adding an inviting softness that was usually hidden from all eyes. It felt good, felt good to be so obviously wanted, wanted by someone with an intelligence level above the average gnat, unlike Harm.
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Riley could not stop staring at him, silently admiring what should not have affected him in the least. But he had to admit that Spike was physically beautiful, perfect in fact. There was not an ounce of fat on that lean body, most of his buddies at the Initiative would have killed to look that damned good. Graham was the only one who'd even come close.
The glow from the candles which surrounded the incongruously decorated slab made Spike's skin positively glow. Riley swallowed heavily as his eyes tracked down past broad shoulders, a narrow waist, lean hips and finally coming to rest on what should send the basically het male in his head screaming off into the night. No way, there was just no way that was going to fit...He swallowed nervously and tried to make a joke. "Is that for me?"
Such a nice blush, followed by a nervous smile, virgins could be so much fun. His own smile changed, grew much more dangerous as all softness disappeared in a wave of desire, curling up the corners of Spike's lips as he arched his scarred left brow. His voice was just above a soft purr, "C'mere ..." The blond leaned his hip against the stone sarcophagus and tipped his head to one side, fingers sliding lightly back and forth along the fitted satin sheet.
The young man complied, head held high and that tentative smile still in evidence while he walked slowly across the cold stone floor. A few sparkling droplets of water still clung to his broad shoulders, they were mixed with a smattering of blood from the cut caused by the earlier hailstone, melding into one other as he moved. Spike watched him avidly, noting those lovely crimson blossoms that he had every intention of savouring while he thrust deep into that warm, willing body.
Blood and sex...for decades to come...
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Riley halted once he reached the covered stone and sat gingerly on the edge, looking as if he was ready to bolt any minute. His heart was racing, blood pounding in his temples despite all his efforts to try and remain calm. The reality of this situation was starting to sink in again, he was in over his head and he knew it. It was a feeling he didn't like at all, this loss of control...
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His sire's voice came to him, unbidden and most unwanted but still there as that soft brogue echoed in his head while he gazed down at the trembling boy. **Gentleness...wild animals and children always respond better when you are gentle, Will. It gives them a sense of security, sweetens the blood and makes the kill so much better.** Biting back a snarl of rage and defiance, Spike pushed away the memories of learning at that bastard's knee.
He had no intention of killing Riley, even if the chip would allow it, he had far too much he wanted to do while the young man's body was still warm. But in one thing, the soddin' mick was right, gentleness was the only way to go...for now. Spike lifted his hand from the sheet and brushed the stray locks of damp hair off of Riley's forehead tenderly, then, cradling his head in his hand, whispered, "Lay down ... lie back."
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The order had been given and he had no choice but to obey. Riley nodded before lying back, his gaze never leaving Spike's face as he settled down onto the satin sheet. The slab was just long enough to accommodate his huge frame. Surprisingly, it was not an uncomfortable place to lie, despite the hard surface underneath.
Riley rested his head on one of the very soft pillows, one hand idly stroking the sheet while he waited for the next move. It felt soft and slick, reminding him of the feel of Spike's cock in his mouth. That memory elicited a soft moan along with an unconscious lifting of his hips. The fear was fading, as he looked up into those fathomless eyes, desire was returning in waves. He wanted this, wanted it, needed it...
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Spike leaned over Riley, one hand braced on the edge of the slab as he silently admired the young man laid out before him. Clothes could hide so many things, imperfections could be masked by the right cut, the proper fit...But that was not the case here, with this one clothes didn't do justice to him, at least not the ones he always wore. That was something else that would change...
The boy was nervous, his body trembling in anticipation and his eyes kept darting downward, skittering away whenever he actually caught sight of Spike 's hard cock. This would be so much easier if the boy was relaxed. Another tilt of his head punctuated Spike's movements as he said, still in that same smoky whisper, "Close your eyes."
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That simple request set an alarm bell off in Riley's head, abject fear washed over him for just a second before he obeyed. He prayed whatever happened wouldn't hurt...much.
His eyes closed slowly, dark lashes fanning over his cheeks, mouth opening slightly as a shuddering breath left him. He lifted his arms until his hands were resting on the pillows above his head and Riley gripped one wrist tightly as he spread his legs and arched his neck. There, that was as open and submissive as he could get. Hopefully it was enough...
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Fear. Spike's nostrils flared slightly at the scent of it, but by all outward appearances seemed unaware of Riley's trepidation. But he could smell it. Very faint, lingering under all... and had suddenly come to the fore - acrid like the reek of sulphur. The moment he'd asked him to close his eyes.
Spike knew that Riley's trust would have boundaries, at least in the beginning... all it would take was time to show him things could and would be different between them. He mentally cursed a blue streak as the boy situated himself on the bed, looking for all the world like a courageous virgin sacrifice. He shook his head, lips drawn into a thin, solemn line, although Riley could not see it.
"Arms at your sides, legs straight out... make yourself comfortable... please," he added softly, doing his best to tamp down his frustration. **I am not Angelus. I don't need utter subjugation to get off...**
Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, Riley did just that, lowering his arms to his sides and trying to find a natural position for his legs. He murmured under his breath, his eyes still closed, "Sorry, not used to being naked around another guy...Well...not in his bed anyway."
Ignoring that shaky comment Spike dipped down and dragged the flat of his tongue over Riley's right nipple. Meanwhile, with the tip of his index finger, he traced the large, delicate vein that ran along the length of the underside of the mortal's cock. Warmth spread through his fingers, dispelling a little of the cold. For that warmth alone he would keep the boy alive...
Riley's whole body arched upward as stars exploded behind his eyelids. Every nerve in his body was so sensitive that even the slightest touch was enough to set him off. "Oh fuck me..." He bit down on his lower lip, breaking open the cut there and filling his mouth with blood. The sharp smell of copper filled the air, mixing with the scent of burnt ozone from the lightening and the heavy aroma of sex that permeated that cold space.
Lapping at a tiny droplet of crimson that had beaded on Riley's lower lip, the blond chuckled. That taste set him to growling softly and the boy arched upward again, lifting himself off the slab, his whole body begging for more. "I intend to... now, lie still or I'll quit..." he teased.
His breath caught in his throat and the young man shivered. Keeping his eyes tightly shut, Riley attempted a small chuckle which turned into a moan as that fingertip circled the head of his cock. That tiny movement had his full attention. "I'm trying...Oh Christ, that feels good..."
Spike drew Riley's lower lip between his for just a brief moment, taking only a single taste of blood as he straightened and removed his hands. He stepped back a pace and crossed his arms over his chest, paced along the side of the bed, intently watching the boy who was practically writhing upon it. Anticipation was sweeter torture than anything his thrice-damned sire had ever been able to create...
He waited a few beats, praying for a return of those cool hands but nothing happened. Riley cleared his throat, his movements stilling as he asked, "Spike?...Am I doing something wrong?" The tone was plaintive, just on this side of begging.
"Not at all," Spike answered absently, his entire focus riveted by the body in his bed. Bleedin' hell, but he was gorgeous. Well-sculpted ankles and firm calves, thighs corded with muscle, slender hips... thick cock awash with veins... firm, smooth abdomen, lovely pecs and broad, strong-looking shoulders. Large, square hands and a proud, blunt chin.
Skirting around the side of the bed, he stopped at the opposite end, where Riley's feet rested, toes curling in anticipation. Planting one knee on the end of the bed and both hands on either side of Riley's hips, he eased himself up onto the bed between those tanned legs, careful not to move too quickly and thereby alert the lad to his intentions.
Riley felt the merest brush of cool flesh along the inside of his ankle and he tensed. Breathing slowly, he willed himself to relax again, to let the knots in his stomach untie themselves as he waited for the next touch. The suspense was killing him but he still kept his eyes tightly closed, it was imperative that he keep them closed.
Outside the crypt, the storm still raged. An after-image of light flashed across Riley's closed lids as lightening illuminated the entire night sky, making it almost as bright as day.
Spike hovered silently over Riley's trembling, supine form... waiting for just the right moment. At the resounding roll of thunder, he poised himself and with the next flicker of lightning, he made his move. Spike bowed his head, parted his lips and took Riley's cock deeply into his mouth, sucking greedily.
"Oh sweet fucking Christ..." Riley's eyes opened wide and he looked down at the blond now nestled between his legs. His heart stopped, literally stopped as that deliriously cool mouth engulfed him. Cold, so damned cold, sending jolts of electricity throughout his entire frame, surrounding him in a whirlwind of pleasure.
Talented didn't even come close as a description for what Spike was, amazing was more like it. The whole not needing to breathe thing probably helped. Riley bit back a yelp of delight as he felt his cock slide all the way in, past teeth and tongue until he felt Spike's nose brush against his stomach. **Okay...I've had blow-jobs but I've never felt anything remotely like this...** His hands were immediately cradling the vampire's head, holding him still. "Hang on...Oh God...Stop, stop..."
Spike relinquished his prize slowly, lifting his head and directing a puzzled gaze at Riley over the expanse of his long, sinewy body. "What?" He asked, brows furrowing as he swallowed, the taste of the boy blooming on his tongue - salty-sweet and intoxicating. Addicting...
"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come in like five seconds flat..." Another flash of lightening bathed both of them in white light and the wolfish smile that crossed Spike's face told Riley everything he needed to know. His plea for mercy was going to be denied.
Tossing a wink to Riley, Spike dove back in, taking his cock to the root, throat muscles working around the straining length even as his hands caressed Riley's hip and flank with his free hand, the other cupping marvellously soft, warm balls. And, oh, that body... arching up into his touch, practically curling in on itself in ecstasy... it was a truly beautiful thing.
He couldn't stop it, couldn't even slow it down. Riley cried out in absolute abandon as his body betrayed him, he fucked that sinfully talented mouth as fast and as hard as he could. Part of him knew he should have asked permission, after all Spike had made such a point about his position in this relationship when he'd first arrived but he couldn't control himself.
Riley could only hope to beg for forgiveness afterward.
Spike did his best to relax his throat so Riley could move with ease and not hurt him, but he made no other moves to stop or hinder the young man's movements in any way. He gripped Riley's hips tightly, though not to still them, as Riley pumped into his throat. Spike purred and laved at his cock while the boy continued to thrust, rasping his tongue against the sensitive nerves on the underside of the stiff length, fingernails raking along Riley's flanks as he finally let himself go.
Half-muttered curses and strangled moans were the only sounds that could be heard in the quiet crypt, that and the soft suckling as the vampire drove Riley right over the edge. His whole world exploded in the space of the next lightning flash. Before the thunder rolled across, he was filling the voracious mouth with his come.
The vampire's nails bit into Riley's skin while he rode his way through the former soldier's orgasm. Sweeter than blood, so much sweeter... richer... the blood was like swamp water compared to this... the finest brandy. Gradually warming his insides as he swallowed, hands gentling their touch in turn, smoothing over the boy's taut stomach and the deep curve of his hip while he cleaned the last traces of Riley's climax away.
Riley fought to keep his eyes open, little sounds of delight escaping from him as that incredible mouth kept working his cock, coaxing the last few drops out. He was stunned by just how hard he'd come, it made every other sexual experience in his life pale in comparison. His voice was shaky as he murmured, "Thank you..."
Placing a tender kiss on Riley's left hip, Spike looked up and smiled, the tip of his tongue delving into the corner of his mouth to catch the last vestiges of semen as a wicked grin lighted both his lips and his eyes, making the midnight blue sparkle. "Took the edge off, at least, didn't it...?"
The ex-commando actually laughed, not a polite chuckle but an out-right full-bodied laugh that made those stone walls reverberate with sound. "You could say that..." Riley tilted his head, smiling down at the vampire with something that bordered on honest affection. "You are just too damned good at that...Where did you learn to...suck cock?"
A deep blush and a slight stammer that his companion found rather charming accompanied the last words, obviously soldier boy wasn't used to speaking quite so bluntly. Not completely debauched yet...but the night was still young.
Spike reared up on all fours and prowled his way up Riley's body, every last one of the muscles under his porcelain skin shifting visibly as he moved. "No history lessons tonight," he purred, settling himself carefully on top of Riley -- hips first, stomach, then finally, chest. "We've got other things to teach you... don't we, baby..."