Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 6: Acceptance
He honestly tried not to shy away when he felt that cold, hard cock nestle into the curve of his stomach but he still flinched, a tiny shiver coursing through his long frame. Riley took a deep breath, closed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah...guess we do." The muscle in his jaw jumped, he shuddered again as cool lips descended upon his own. Despite the teasing gentleness of that kiss, despite what had already gone on before, despite everything, he was terrified...again.
The fear was rising up in him again, clawing at his throat, sending his heart racing as he waited for the next move. Funny how *this*, the reality of sex of with another man was what sent him into an almost blind panic, not the bite, not the fact that the body pressed so tightly against his own belonged to a demon...none of that bothered him at all.
No, what bothered him was the fact he was lying there waiting for a man to fuck him, something he’d never in a million years would have ever expected. *Why the hell was he so damned scared?* Yeah, it was going to hurt, but he’d withstood much greater pain in the past. He just didn’t get it......
While he waited for Spike to get on with it, the ex-commando berated himself silently, kicking himself over his irrational fear. **Coward...Face it Riley Finn, you are a coward.**
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Again, the smell of pure terror returned, practically burning Spike's nostrils as he scented it; it was coming off of the boy in waves. What had just happened? They’d been getting on so well, one could almost call it famously considering their prior dealings with one another. He lifted his head and gazed down at Riley, trembling now from fear rather than pleasure.
Well... that just wouldn't do.
*That wouldn't do at all.*
"Hey," Spike dropped an open-mouthed kiss to Riley's throat, where his jaw ended and that long, thick column began. Strong pulse-beat there, hot sweet blood racing just below the surface, calling to the demon that lay coiled within him. Immediately tamping down the urge to bite again, the blond entreated softly, fingers brushing over one warm cheek, "Tell me..."
"Tell you what?" The response was quiet, voice shaking almost as much as his body. Those marvellous eyes stayed tightly shut, blocking out everything. **Maybe if I keep them closed, it won’t hurt so much?** Riley didn't want to admit to his fear, wasn’t willing to give voice to it but he remembered the look on that girl's face and her cry of pain. She’d curled in on herself, whimpering and he’d stopped instantly...
But stopping was not on Spike’s agenda, he’d already made that more than clear.
The platinum blond spoke gently, hoping his tone would lessen the blow of his words. "Why you're afraid... and why you reek of it like drunks reek of booze. Are you... are you afraid of me?" The last words were barely audible and, had they not been lying so closely together, Riley would not have been able to hear them.
A week ago, Spike would have revelled in the fact that the boy was afraid of him, would have crowed about it. But not now...
"No...not afraid of you. It's the other thing..." Riley swallowed heavily, his throat working to clear the sudden knot in it as he admitted to his terror. "I've never done...what you want to do to me. Not much scares me but that does..." He finally opened his eyes, there was so much fear in those hazel depths that Spike was taken aback. Not since his last human kill had the vampire seen such absolute terror.
The young man tried to make light of it, running one hand through his dark blond hair and giving him a half-hearted smile. "Guess it's that whole straight guy thing getting outta hand..." For he had been that, his entire life Riley had never thought of another man in that context, had never understood the appeal. At least not until the first time Spike had bitten him.
After that incident, all bets on Riley Finn’s orientation were completely off...
That quiet admission explained a great deal, he’d been in this man’s position once, had found himself suddenly in another man’s arms. But unlike Riley, he’d been given no choice in that matter. Had been given no choice whatsoever and in spite of how much he wanted to be buried inside the marvellous warm body laid out so temptingly beneath him, this wasn’t going to be rape.
Spike let his legs settle on the outside of Riley's and, bringing his knees up under him, sat up, astride the boy. Time to set that fear aside right now, there was no need for this to hurt, he was a much better lover than that.
His tone was light, teasingly gentle as he swept one hand down that warm chest. "The same bloke that taught me how to give head is the same one who showed me how to bugger another bloke... and you saw how well I learned how to do the first one," he said with a cryptic smile. **More like he taught me how *not* to...But no need to bring all that baggage up.**
The boy’s expression lightened immediately as the memory of that talented mouth on his cock sent a new shiver through him, a delighted one this time. His response was teasing as well, his sense of humour returning due to Spike’ s light-hearted banter. "Saw? Not really..Felt? Oh hell, yeah..."
Riley reached up with one hand, placing it in the centre of Spike's chest. He took a deep breath, trying to force his fear away, to tuck it into a little room in his head and lock the door behind it. This wasn’t going to hurt, it wasn’t going to hurt...*it wasn’t going to hurt.* Chuckling at how stupid he was going to sound, he gave the man above him a lop-sided grin as he asked, "Don't mean to sound too much like a cliché here but could you take it slow...be careful? Virgin and all, you know?"
Sliding his hand up over Riley's, the vampire smiled down at him, eyelids at a dozy, drunken half-mast. His feelings about this boy had changed so much over the course of the evening, shifting from out-right fury to this, this current sensation which bordered on genuine affection. Easy to love, the lad lying beneath him could be so very easy to love. "I always do. Anything... or anyone, for that matter... worth doing is worth doing... *carefully*..."
The young man licked his lips, his gaze travelling down from their joined hands, over that marvellously defined stomach and finally coming to rest on Spike's cock. Time to face up to the thing that terrified him and in looking at it, he felt the fear within him dissipate a bit more. It wasn’t that huge, more slender than his own and he had to admit, rather nicely shaped. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt after all.
Riley murmured softly, never taking his eyes of the prize, even lightly stroking the blond’s thigh which raised a purr from the vampire.
"Glad to hear it...Would you mind coaching me a little? I’m kinda in the dark..."
**Eager again, will wonders never cease?...** Spike raised one eyebrow, a smile lighting his usually sardonic face as he gazed down at the boy who was so avidly studying his cock. Oh, but this child was such an absolute prize, a lifetime spent with him would not be enough.
*An eternity wouldn’t be enough...*
Riley let another small chuckle escape as some of his own masculine bravado returned and the murmur changed to a slow drawl. "Don't want to just lie there, you know? Had a girl that did that once, worst experience of my life..." The half-smile he granted his companion was just this side of sly, even though the young man was blushing a little, it was obvious that his journey down the road to utter debauchery had already begun.
Stifling the urge to laugh at the image of this delightfully responsive mortal lying there like a Victorian virgin, Spike bent his head and playfully nipped at the end of Riley's finger. "First things first... yes, this is gonna hurt, but only if you don't keep perfectly *relaxed*... tensin' up'll only make it hurt worse, understand?"
"Affirmative..." Riley stifled a soft moan as those teeth grazed the almost healed cut, the spot that Spike had raked with his fangs earlier and had sent him careening into his first orgasm of the night. That subtle reminder of the blond’s demonic nature sent another shiver through his entire frame. It amazed the ex-marine that his voice was still steady as he continued, "I can do that...Anything else? How do you want me? Not really sure how this works, don't I need to be face down or on my knees?"
"No... not unless you wanna be?" Spike arched an inquisitive eyebrow. He was willing to play this however Riley wanted it, though his preference was to be looking into the boy’s eyes when he took the that final step. Might as well express that desire now, let Riley know how he wanted this first time to be an equal sharing. "Face to face makes things a bit trickier, but it's not impossible if you just do what I tell ya."
*This wasn’t about dominance, not any more...*
“Like you told me what to do when I first showed up?” A shadow crossed over that handsome face and the young human glanced away, not wanting to meet his master's eyes. The harsh words from earlier played out in his head as he remembered the way Spike had made him beg for it, beg for his cock. The vampire had already made it damned clear where Riley stood in their relationship. "I thought this was about possession, Spike...Shouldn't I take a submissive position? Are you my master or are you my..."
He stopped, unable to finish the question and not sure if he wanted to hear the answer anyway. Riley knew he was getting far too invested in this thing, reading too much into it. He knew he couldn't go back to Buffy, not after what had already happened but he wasn't sure where he stood with Spike either. Despite the vampire’s insistence that this was forever, promises made in the heat of passion usually evaporated when morning rolled around.
Citrine suddenly glowed in those sapphire eyes as Spike planted both hands on either side of Riley's head, leaning in close until their noses were almost brushing, his tone stern and grave. "Let's get one thing clear, right? *This has got fuck all to do with you being submissive to me*. I don't go around raping people, Riley. This is about *us*, here... remember? Blood and trust. Closer than marriage, closer than anything you humans can know."
What he spoke was the absolute truth, Spike wanted the boy, wanted him so very badly but he wasn’t a rapist. Demon, yes, vampire, yes...but he’d leave rape to Angelus. That was his sire’s method after all, not his, *never* his...
His eyes darkened even more as his tone dropped lower, “You wanna know the truth of it, I wouldn't ever hurt you... or make you do somethin' you didn't wanna do. I'm making you a part of me and by doing this, you're makin' me a part of you... so how could I possibly hurt you?"
*There, all out in the open now, wonder what soldier boy would make of it?*
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That speech sounded nice and unforced, not planned out at all. Riley wanted to believe it, he really did...But the memory of just how cold Spike had been when he’d appeared on his doorstep was too fresh in his mind, the vampire had made such a point about being subservient to his acknowledged master.
This had to be another one of his tricks, Buffy had warned him many times that Spike was a first class manipulator, that he was an expert at twisting your head around until you no longer knew which way was up. He’d done it to her during the confrontation with Adam, had splintered the Scooby Gang and almost destroyed them all. *Why should this thing between the two of them be anything different?*
Taking that knowledge to heart, the ex-marine gritted his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he responded to that impassioned out-burst. His tone was harsh, his words even harsher, "Us? You talk about us...What am I to you, Spike? A mark, right? A meal ticket and as of tonight, a convenient fuck. Isn't that what this is all about?"
Some part of Riley knew he was way out of line here, that Spike was on the level and he should back down, should grant him his trust. But given the vampire’s track record and Riley’s own disastrous relationship with Buffy, the young man questioned everything now. After all, he really had thought she loved him, thought she’d admitted it the night he'd fought with Angel. But now he knew that Buffy, like many girls her age, was simply in love with the idea of being in love. She didn't really love him, not when she still loved Angel.
If he wasn’t worthy of her love, even after all he’d done for her, how in the world could he expect any affection from a creature who professed to hate him with every other breath? What Spike was spouting had to be a line.
*It couldn’t possibly be the truth, could it?*
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Purely golden eyes glared down at him as the vampire reacted to his boy’s stinging comments, barely restraining the demon within him which was seething with rage at the mortal’s terse denial of the truth. Wasn’t often that he told it, not to a human anyway and to have it thrown back in his face was infuriating beyond belief.
*How dare this boy question him, question what he thought or how he felt?*
"You were a mark to that chit at Willy's, that's for damn sure," Spike ground out, doing his level best to keep his quicksilver temper in check and failing miserably. He was irate, his tone raw as he glared down at the boy. "And if I wanted a convenient fuck, why the hell would I choose the one prat who hates me more than most people hate roaches? Or, hey, even better, mosquitoes, right?... they suck blood! Convenient gets crossed right off the sodding list."
There was something in that rough, harsh tone that tipped Riley off. Spike was angry, he'd expected that but the vampire was also...hurt? **This is new...Didn't see that coming...Maybe, just maybe he is telling the truth?** Hope and realization hit him at the same time, it was finally obvious to the young man that his companion truly believed what he’d said, that the blond had meant every word.
Riley placed a placating hand on the back of Spike's neck, murmuring an apology for being so callous, for letting his own misery over a lost love colour his judgement. "Spike...I'm sorry...I was outta line. Just wanted to know where I stood with you, I guess. Had my chain yanked one time too many lately." He stroked the soft strands on that silken blond hair, hoping to sooth away the pain with his gentle touch, to calm his angry companion.
"I don't waste my time bloody well yankin' people's chains," Spike muttered, leaning into Riley's touch while silently cursing those same hands. Why did such a simple caress from this particular human affect him so much, make him ache with need? "I wrap 'em around their necks and pull. If I had it in for you, you'd know it."
"Yeah...I know all about your rep. We had a helluva file on you. Made for some interesting late nights when the Initiative was trying to track you down. Gave me nightmares..." Riley shivered a little, remembering his unease when he'd read about Spike’s escapades. He’d cut a wide swath across Europe and Asia during his early years, leaving nothing behind but bodies. It was hard to imagine that the man leaning over him was the self-same William the Bloody.
*The only vampire that exceeded him in savagery had been Buffy’s beloved Angel.*
"Course those nightmares are nothing compared to the dreams I've been having lately..." All remaining traces of his earlier fear had completely faded away while they talked. Riley relaxed against the pillows, his whole body shifting a little so he could get more skin on skin contact.
Wherever they touched, he felt a warm tingle and he wanted more of that feeling. Taking the initiative, he touched his mouth to Spike's. It was a light touch followed by a mere brush of his tongue across those cool lips as he prayed for a positive reaction from the vampire.
*Which was exactly what he got...*
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The blond broke that kiss off long enough to mumble, "No fair kissin' me like this when I wanna be mad," before diving right back in, as his elbows slowly unlocked from their rigid positioning and he blanketed that large, warm body again. Spike kissed the former commando thoroughly, following his retreating mouth with surprising fervour, leaving both of them trembling. God, but this boy felt so good, smelt so good, tasted so...oh so damned good.
Another deep kiss and then another and another was shared between the two of them, shifting their rampant emotions away from anger and back to the all-encompassing passion that had been driving them ever since Riley came in out of the rain. Spike folded his arms on top of that broad chest, staring down into hazel eyes that had a golden cast, now, thanks to the dozens of candles he always had set up around the place. "So... what kinda dreams were these, then?" He arched a dark brow, by all appearances trying not to seem too interested.
Riley felt a hot, scarlet blush creep up over his chest and throat, tingeing his cheek a deep rose colour. He considered glossing over the details but decided honesty was the best policy where Spike was concerned. Full disclosure meant fewer misunderstandings between them. "I wake up every single night in a wet spot. I dream about your mouth, your bite and thanks to tonight, I'm gonna be dreaming about sucking on you and..." He flushed even redder, finally accepting what was going to happen next between them as his voice dropped lower. "And about you fucking me until I can't walk."
"Mmmmm... now that does sound like a nice way to kill a week or three..." Spike purred, the familiar, wicked ember of renewed lust lightening his eyes once again. More, he wanted more, wanted to know more about how this boy ticked, wanted to crawl inside him and never let him go. "What else...?"
"About how you taste and the night in the chair...I keep waking up, screaming your name. So it's been a good thing I've been sleeping alone lately." There was no way he could tell him the rest, it was too much to share right now. He ran one hand down along Spike's sleek flank, over his waist until he cupped one firm cheek in his palm. Trying to distract the vampire, Riley kissed him again, tongue delving into his wonderfully cool mouth as he squeezed that hand. *Nice, really nice*...
Spike growled as he readjusted his position, both legs nestled between Riley's, biting at those bruised lips more than he was actually kissing them. Good, it was all good. Grinding his hips down against the boy's, cocks rubbing together, he slid one hand under Riley's head, threaded his fingers through the dark blond locks and drawing his own head back so he could look down at him again.
Pride swelled in his undead heart as he gazed at his mortal lover, at his beautiful boy. Mouth parted, lips swollen, hazel eyes darkened again with need, breathing hard, his own mark branded into the tanned flesh of that strong neck. Unlife in Sunnydale was looking better and better......
The vampire’s own eyes glowed when another lightening flash illuminated the entire crypt. One word, only one word could express what he wanted right now and that was, "More..."
**Oh God...here goes nothing...** Riley gazed into those midnight blue eyes and confessed the rest of it, stumbling a little over the words. "I dream about you dressing me up in leather and leading me around on a chain. About you taking me to some strange place and making me...”
He blushed even more, squirming a little underneath Spike as he tried to think of a polite term for what he dreamed about. Almost nothing came to mind. “Ummmm...service you while you talk to other people. You fuck my mouth for hours and hours and keep coming without stopping for a break. I always wake up hard after that one and believe me, my right hand has become my best friend all over again.”
The feeling of that cool body sliding over his own, as well as the purr of satisfaction that rumbled in his ear had the ex-soldier quivering, partially from need and partially from remembrance of the rest of his dreams. Despite their current truce, Riley hadn’t forgotten anything about Spike, they might be lovers now, at least in the literal sense of the term. But whatever this thing was between them, it certainly wasn’t about love, not by a long shot.
*He had to keep that straight in his head*
His normally booming voice dropped almost below a whisper, his expression darkening with something akin to sorrow. “But that’s not all, Spike. I dream about you losing your chip and coming after me...killing me..." He ran a finger down one cool cheek, tracing along the sharp ridge of bone as he murmured, "And I've killed you...Killed you so many times, driving a stake through your heart so I wouldn't want you so damned much. And those dreams are the ones I wake up screaming from..."
"Tsk, tsk," Spike tutted softly under his breath even as he continued to thrust against him, cock sliding over the sweat-slicked muscles of that warm abdomen. The boy was getting far too serious and that was not what he was looking for here. "Can't have that, can we...? If you stake me, there won't be any more of this... will there?" Bowing his head, Spike fastened onto one of Riley's nipples, nipping hard. *Oh yes... responsive, so very responsive.*
That sharp little pain from those teeth worrying that sensitive nub combined with the seductive feel of that cock rubbing against his own snapped the young human out of his sombre mood. "Unnnhhhh..." Riley threw his head back, his hips rising to meet Spike's, his broad hands seeking and finding purchase on those cool, slim shoulders.
And in that instant, Riley was hard again, achingly so and he found himself wanting what Spike was offering, had been offering for the last hour. The last step, the final, inevitable consummation of their odd relationship and he honestly wanted it, wanted it very, very much. "Spike...please..."
No longer caring how desperate he might sound or how needy, he murmured, "*Please...I want you*..."
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Victory had never tasted so sweet before, has never sent such a surge of longing through him until now. He wanted to cry out his triumph to the heavens but instead Spike continued his relentless thrusting, clasping Riley's hip as he rocked against him. "Ohh," the word came out as a long, tortured moan, "no... you know how this works. What do you want, Riley? Say it... say it for me..."
The young man licked his lips and they glistened in the candlelight, beckoning the vampire down for another kiss which by some miracle Spike resisted. His entire focus was on Riley’s response. Everything hung in the balance, not just what would happen here tonight but their destiny for years to come all hinged on the boy’s reply to his softly worded request. **Please, I don’t ask for much...I just want it all. Give it to me, Riley, and I will be your devoted lover for generations to come.**
Riley hesitated for a moment longer and then gave in with a deep groan, his response not soft at all. It was harsh, almost demanding in its tone as he pulled on the shoulders cradled in his two hands, drawing Spike down for that denied kiss. "I want you to fuck me...*now*."
With a deep, throaty snarl of triumph, Spike crushed his lips against Riley's, nipping and sucking as though he wanted to steal the very breath from his lungs, tongue driving between his lips, his entire body shaking with want for the boy. Nothing in his long existence could have compared to the joy he felt, his chosen one wanted him, had accepted him and he was damn sure going to have him...*right now!*
Riley opened his mouth to Spike and wrapped one leg up over his, their calves rubbing together. The electricity from the storm was humming through him again, setting his skin on fire. His hands were everywhere at once, pulling on soft blond locks, gripping tight shoulders, scratching lines down that rigid back. As another flare of lightning brightened the room, he found his hips moving in time to Spike's. He couldn't breathe, but it didn't matter...he didn’t need to breathe for this to happen...
Tongue tracing the bow of Riley's lower lip, Spike's hips pistoned against Riley's with an all-engrossing hunger. He couldn’t wait, he wouldn’t be gentle enough, if he took him now there would be pain and lots of it. Biting at Riley's lips, nibbling on his chin, he grunted, "Come, Riley... come for me now and I'll fuck you so hard... so hard... come with me..."
Riley turned his head, allowing Spike access to his throat, to his mark. "Oh God...You light me up like a Christmas tree. How the hell do you do that?" It had been years since he’d had a hair-trigger like this, not since he was sixteen, fumbling around in the backseat of his dad’s car. He followed the pace and the exquisite rhythm set by his vampiric lover. So close, he was so close...
Closing his eyes, shutting out the flickering shadows in that cold room, he concentrated on the slide of silken sheets beneath him and that silken body above him. A brush of soft hair on his cheek, a groan of delight in his ear and then Riley felt the merest scrape of blunt teeth on that spot. That was all it took and over the edge he went, roaring as he came. "Spike!...*Now*...oh God...now!"
That ear-splitting exclamation had an amazing effect on the man above him, one that Riley would never have expected from Spike. The vampire pressed his face tightly into the crook of Riley's shoulder, crying out softly as his body bucked against the former soldier's, arms slipping around him, holding him in a powerful, almost crushing grip as his cold semen spilled onto the hard planes of Riley's stomach. He continued to thrust, working out the last of the tremors wrenching through his body as he held the young man to him.
Arms shaking, Riley held him tightly, clinging to his lover like a lifeline. He kissed his cheek, his shoulder, his throat, trying to take in as much as he could. Unbidden words tumbled past his lips, words that had he thought about them should have been locked away. They gave his companion far too much power over him and yet, he couldn’t help himself. "Never felt anything like this...If this is death...take me now."
**Mine, mine, mine, *mine*......** Pressing his cheek to Riley's, hopelessly locked in his strong embrace, Spike gasped, "No... Death can't have you... you're mine, remember?"
He rubbed his face against Spike's, his breathing slowing down and the unconscious movement of his hips eventually coming to a halt. Relaxed, he felt so relaxed and a little tired which wasn’t surprising all things considered. No longer awkward in this creature's arms, Riley Finn nestled against him, holding him even closer as he nipped one shoulder, his voice a sleepy murmur. "Yours...*yes*...I'm yours..."
Face still tucked into the crook of Riley's shoulder, Spike allowed himself to go limp, melting against Riley in quiet satiation, hand stealing up to smooth back and forth over the young man's bicep as a slow, steady rumble of a purr ebbed from his slender body. Comfort and absolute warmth enveloped him, enfolding him in a blanket of contentment. Not since losing Dru had he felt this good, this at peace with the world.
That sound was so very soothing, removing the very last of his fears and relaxing him completely. Riley was content to lie there with that cool weight pinning him to the marble slab, content to just lie there and watch their shadows dancing on the wall caused by the flickering candlelight, content to listen to the sounds of the storm that was slowly starting to fade. Perfectly content to fade away himself into blissful slumber...
His eyes closed, his breathing evened out and he rubbed his face up once more against Spike's, still seeking more contact even though his body was beyond satiated. Afterglow...his favourite past of sex. That warm fuzzy feeling right before you fall asleep when all the worries of the outside world were something far too distant to worry about.
"Still scared...?" Came the muffled mumble from somewhere in the vicinity of Riley's left shoulder. Even Spike sounded a little sleepy at this point which was a point of quiet pride for the boy...
"Nope...not scared any more..." Riley stirred at the sound of that voice, smiling to himself. He felt so good, so damned good, Spike’s body fit perfectly against his own...like they were made for each other. A quiet chuckle escaped from him as he stretched and then settled back down again, pulling the blond even closer. "A little sleepy but not scared. You know, mortal male thing... Have sex a few times then roll over and go to sleep. I'm fightin' it though..."
Spike sniggered and lifted his head, meeting those lovely ever-changing hazel eyes... more brown than gold, now. Calm. Contented. *Good*. "Well, y'know ... vamps can carry on like this for days... and I certainly don't fancy the idea of shaggin' you and havin' your huge self fall asleep on me... you probably drool, and all."
The noise Riley made was a cross between a snort of disgust and another soft chuckle as he retorted, "I'll have you know I've never fallen asleep *during* sex...and I don't drool." He shook himself, shivering a little due to the coldness of the crypt and still being slightly damp from his exposure to the storm. Riley raised one eyebrow at his companion, challenging him with a look, "I'm good to go another round or two. Trust me, we haven't hit my limit yet."
"Mmmm... such a trooper," Spike teased, brushing a kiss to Riley's lips. God, he could so love this boy, could lose his heart in a blink of an eye, just like he had with his darling Dru. But there was no chance of his affection being returned, was there? Captain America certainly didn’t have that on his agenda...
Riley chuckled again, a broad grin lighting up his features, "That's me...have tazer, will travel..." He ran one warm hand down over that marvellous frame, admiring the feel of Spike's skin and thoroughly enjoying the fact that his touch made the vampire quiver. Unfinished business, they had unfinished business here. "Seems somebody has a promise to keep...You up for it or did I wear you out?"
In response to that lightly tearing challenge, Spike rocked his hips against Riley's, wringing a low moan from both of them, "Ohh, no... I'm nowhere near through with you, yet." He bowed his head and pressed a kiss to Riley's collarbone, opened his mouth and drew a tiny patch of skin between his lips, tasting and worshipping with his mouth.
*Never, he would never get enough of Riley...*
"Mmmmm...that's good. Cause I'm not done with you either, not by a long shot." Riley arched up underneath him, moaning a little as his body started to respond again. He bent his head as best he could, his mouth finding its way to a spot just below Spike's ear. With deliberate care, he licked that spot, sliding his warm tongue over the vampire's chilled flesh. Funny how the temperature difference between the two of them no longer bothered him.
But considering just how chilled he was starting to feel, it didn't startle him all that much. His military survival training kicked in as another shiver wracked his long frame. The cold air, the cool body stretched out on top of him and the earlier exposure to the storm were taking their toll. Realizing he was in serious danger of hypothermia, Riley reached over Spike's shoulder and pulled the covers up over them. Immediate heat started to rise from his body, warming him and conversely, warming Spike as well.
Luxuriating in the rare sensation of being so very warm, Spike nuzzled the bite marks on Riley's throat which had slowly begun to heal, the skin immediately surrounding the tiny puncture wounds stained blue and purple... like a clutch of violets in the midst of the desert. The heat felt good, felt right, natural...just like the body underneath him and the heart that thumped so reassuringly under his hand.
But the covers would hinder his plans, would get in the way when he finally took his boy, finally managed to sink his cock into that incredible ass. The shivers wracked his lover again and Spike conceded the necessity for them, he’d allow them to be there...for now. "Just until you're warm," he murmured, tongue drawing lazy, nonsensical characters on Riley's chest.
"I want you to watch what I'm doing when I'm getting you ready..." Another deep, open-mouthed kiss, this time drawing his left nipple in, painting it with his own saliva and stray traces of Riley's come... leaving it glimmering like silver in the candlelight.
A startled breath was his only reaction, that and one broad hand threading its way through Spike's hair. Riley closed his eyes, concentrating on what he was feeling which was all good, marvellous in fact. He murmured a quiet agreement while arching up toward that sinful mouth, "Just until I'm warm...Believe me, I want to watch what you do to me. Want to memorize it so I'll know how to return the favour at some point..."
With a long, throaty purr, Spike bowed his head and nuzzled the hollow of Riley's throat, captured the bobbing Adam's apple and sucked on the spot, fingers pinching at Riley's nipples as he did so. Time to find out what the boy really liked, what would set his blood on fire, what would reduce him to more of those wordless cries that made this vampire shiver.
"Oh yeah..." The ex-soldier moaned in delight at that particularly hard touch. His voice deepened, roughened, as he demanded, "*Harder*..."
"Hmmm..." Spike bent over Riley's left nipple, caught it between his teeth and tugged ever so lightly. The resulting gasp was very... *rewarding*. "Become quite the connoisseur of pain, haven't you...? You're practically somersaulting to the head of the class..." Another bite, to the same nipple, slightly harder this time, as he twisted its twin, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, watching Riley's face attentively, gauging his reaction.
"Always liked it...Why do you think I didn't mind sleeping with Buffy? First time I did, she damn near broke my ribs." Riley bit his lower lip, sweat starting to rise on his forehead. Beads of it appeared on his upper lip as he looked down at Spike, groaning at the sight of that mouth attached to his skin. "Pain and I are old companions...You don't play team sports since you're five years old without getting hurt...a lot. Oh yeah...right like that..."
Spike raised his head, crawled back up until his face was mere inches from Riley's. Sweat beaded on the tanned skin, the boy’s eyes slightly glazed and wild. "Warm enough yet...?" He arched his eyebrow, the very embodiment of innocent curiosity.
Right now, Riley Finn was more than warm, he was almost burning up, the covers were no longer needed and he wanted...oh he wanted so much. "What do you think?" Riley smiled up at the blond as he licked his lips, watching Spike track that movement avidly. There was a teasing note to that question, a subtle challenge being thrown out to his lover.
Leaning in, Spike drew the tip of his tongue along the soft impression above that luscious upper lip... a 'Jesus kiss' he'd heard it called, once. "Think it's time for class..." he whispered, slowly slipping down Riley's body, pulling the covers with him as he went, leaving the large, nude body behind, glistening with a sheen of sweat and flushed with a delicious new warmth.