Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 7 : Consummation
Gazing directly at Spike, the young man ran a hand down his own chest, pinching one nipple in passing and gathering up sweat and some of their combined come. Riley raised that hand to his mouth, licking his fingers one by one while he smiled down at his companion. That one look spoke volumes, longing, desire, passion...and full acceptance. His voice encompassed the same emotions as he murmured, "Mmmmm...I'm ready...Show me what to do."
The boy's audacious action, the look in those changeable eyes and the sound of that voice was almost enough to make Spike drop to his knees in sheer gratitude. No more virginal hesitation here, no more arguments...all that remained between them was the pure desire for one another. **Maybe there really is a God, after all?**
Spike threw the covers off of his back, tossing them to the floor as he settled down on his stomach, between Riley's parted legs. No need for the boy to get over-heated, that would be just as bad as chilled. Reaching out a hand, he trailed his fingers through the puddle of semen on that flat warm belly. "First rule... don't eat all the lubricant..." he winked, his tone one of light teasing.
Riley's smile, if anything, got even broader; he liked this easy feeling that had sprung up between them. It felt good not to be so at odds with Spike, felt right to be able to exchange light banter, especially considering everything that had already occurred between them tonight. "Check...Just wondered what we would taste like together. And in case you were wondering, we taste great..."
A flash of a brilliant smile, a soft rumble of a purr and a cool swipe of a tongue along the inside of his left thigh was Spike’s only response to Riley’s comment. But it was enough to let the young man know his lover approved.
He squirmed a little, shifting until he was comfortable on the nest of pillows. Briefly, Riley wondered what sort of picture he made lying in the middle of all that girlish peach satin. He’d have to ask the vampire later why in the world he had sheets in such a ridiculous colour. From what he knew of Spike, he would have laid odds on black or red to adorn his bed, not peach. But for now, the soft satin felt marvellous on his skin and if the look of lust on Spike's face was anything to go by, Riley surmised that he probably looked pretty damn good.
Propping himself up on his right elbow, Spike leaned in, head resting against the inside of Riley's thigh. The expression on his face had a rather serious cast to it and his tone, although gently coaxing, held a note of quiet command, "Now... I have to loosen you up a bit, so I don't hurt you. And before you say it, no, I'm not sayin' I got a Clydesdale-sized pecker. Just remember what I said: stay relaxed. You start feelin' panicked, just take a deep breath or tell me to hold up and I will..."
Riley looked down at the vampire whose head was nestled so casually against his thigh. There was look in those eyes that warmed him more than the covers had, Spike was genuinely concerned. That realization touched him deeply, he almost blurted out a heart-felt pledge of gratitude but stopped himself short.
This was the time for easy camaraderie, not declarations of undying affection. Riley managed to keep it light by laughing a little as he spoke, "Okay, no jokes about your dick...I promise. And I'll tell you if it hurts."
The vampire nodded slowly, rumpled hair tickling the sensitive skin of Riley's thigh as he slipped his index finger into the warm cleft, seeking out the puckered ring of muscle there. Once found, Spike gently began circling it... neither nudging nor prodding, simply smoothing over the tight ring, eyes darting up every few moments to monitor Riley's reactions.
Despite his earlier animosity towards his bed-fellow, Spike really didn’t want to hurt the boy, he just wanted to fuck him. He wanted to feel that long, strong body underneath his, wanted to look into those marvellous eyes as Riley tightened around him, wanted to hear his name spill past those full lips as they moved against each other, wanted to feel warm semen spreading between their bellies as he filled the boy with his own cold release.
*Simply put, he wanted it all... and he was going to get it...*
What Spike was doing caused his breath to hitch in his throat, it felt good, amazingly good which was something he never expected. Riley hissed in appreciation as that finger teased, rubbed but never entered him. Each time it withdrew, he followed it with a tiny movement of his hips, silently begging for the finger’s return. Riley felt his legs tensing a little and he willed them to relax. Once they did, he nodded to Spike, "Go on..."
Tamping down his normally impatient nature, Spike wound his arm around Riley's left leg, temple pressed against his thigh, eyes fixed steadily on him as he carefully slid his finger inside just the barest bit, breaching the first outer ring. **Nice and slow, take it nice and slow. The lad’s been so frightened, no need to fuel that fire, now is there?** Smoothing his hand back and forth over Riley's thigh, he glanced up, a question in the blue-grey depths.
The invasion wasn’t sudden and he knew that Spike was cold compared to his own temperature but still it was a bit of a shock. With a startled gasp, Riley adjusted his body a little, spreading his legs and bearing down on that finger. He concentrated on his breathing when the first twinge of pain hit him. It faded quickly, being replaced by pleasure. To his great surprise, his voice was deep and strong when he finally spoke, "Still good here...*more?*"
Nodding wordlessly he worked the finger in a bit deeper, surprised to find that, both oddly and thankfully, the boy wasn't as tight as he had originally anticipated. But of course, the mere size of Riley's body might have had something to do with that, as well. A little deeper, until his finger was fully buried, then a glance upward into that flushed face and a quiet question echoed through the otherwise silent crypt, "How we doing, champ?"
"Mmmm...feels damned good. Huh, never thought I'd hear myself saying that." Riley bent the one knee that Spike wasn't resting against, drawing it up until his foot rested flat on the sheet. He moaned as the angle of that finger within him changed, went just that much deeper inside, into what would no longer be virgin territory after tonight. What he’d said wasn’t a lie, it did feel good, felt better than Riley had ever expected and he wanted more, *needed* more. "Please... more...give me more?"
Withdrawing his finger carefully, Spike swiped up another measure of thick semen with his first and middle fingers and then pressed the two of them into that warm, grasping tunnel with agonizing slowness. The boy tensed, his body trembling while a soft whimper escaped from his lips, "Remember... just breathe... try to relax your entire body," Spike murmured, hand squeezing his thigh ever so slightly, "can you do that for me, baby?"
The endearment had tumbled past his lips twice tonight, spoken without thought but it fit his boy, fit how he felt about him. For, in this relationship, Riley was a babe in the woods, an almost innocent laid out on the altar of immoral corruption. Being led down the path of sin by a demon who wanted nothing more than to lose himself in that innocence, to corrupt the shining light that emanated from this child, to own it, to own him...
Pain, suddenly so much pain as he was being split in two by those cool, hard fingers. His response sounded breathless and the pain he felt was reflected in it, "I can...oh fuck...that h-hurts...Hang on.." The young man shivered, his eyes closing as he concentrated again on breathing in and out, in and out. **I want this...I want this...**
After a moment, those eyes opened again, the colour changing once more, now shifting from brown to an almost bright green. Riley took one last shuddering breath as he divorced himself from the pain and whispered, "I'm good...please..."
Spike's right hand slid up along Riley's flank, quietly soothing, as the hunger-darkened eyes watch his every move concernedly. "Easy... it's alright... just take it easy... keep breathing for me," the blond whispered as he drew his fingers out slowly, slowly, then back in at a quarter of the original pace. The anticipation was killing him, he wanted so much to just clamber up that long frame and sink both his cock and his fangs into his lover but he couldn’t, he *wouldn’t.* **Not rape, not gonna be rape. Not gonna let him suffer like I did...**
Disproving Spike's earlier thoughts about him, the boy tightened around him like an absolute vice, muscles clamping down so hard that the vampire had to bite back a cry of his very own. A long, tortured moan filled the air and Riley panted, sweat beading on his forehead. But just like before, the pain faded and as that hand turned, those fingers reached further in and brushed across something deep inside him.
*Something that made him shudder, but *not* in pain...*
"Ohhhhh..." His hands clenched, winding into the bottom sheet in an effort to keep his whole body from arching up off the slab. A bolt of pure pleasure went directly from that spot to his cock, sending it to full attention, slapping suddenly up against his belly. Words were escaping him, *hell*, rational thought was escaping him as Riley rocked back, driving himself down onto Spike's hand, taking him all the way in.
**There, oh right there. That’s my boy, my sweet boy...** Spike met the former soldier's downward thrust, pressing still deeper inside him, stretching gently as he went. Unable to resist teasing Riley, the vampire drawled, "Patience is a virtue, y'know... " The only response from his human lover was another shudder and hard thrust back onto his fingers.
Withdrawing slowly despite Riley’s whimpered protests, Spike gathered up a bit more come and replaced his fingers with the utmost care. He wanted to make sure that the entry was thoroughly coated, thoroughly stretched before this went any further. A deep guttural cry echoed throughout the room when he returned to the slow, steady thrusting, the boy meet the invasion of his body with hard thrusts of his very own.
Leaning his forehead against that warm thigh, Spike bit his lower lip and groaned, his own cock was caught between the slab and his own body, making any attempts to move to relieve some of the pressure himself virtually impossible. The waiting was driving him bloody well insane.
"Spike...please..." Riley moaned as waves of pleasure washed over him, each one larger than the last. "I'm ready...I need...*I need you to fuck me*... " His cock was achingly hard once more, arrowing up along the taut skin of his abdomen, throbbing in time with his pulse. The young man half-sat up, leaning over on one hand as he swallowed heavily and said the words he’d never thought would pass his lips in this lifetime. "*God, help me*...I want to feel your cock inside me."
**Ohhh, there it is. The waitin’s over.** Carefully withdrawing his fingers and wiping them absent-mindedly on the satin beneath him, Spike got up on all fours once more and crawled back up, nestling himself between Riley's spread thighs. The boy’s body was trembling like a leaf and there was so much raw need pouring out of him that the vampire could taste it in the air.
"Shh, shhh," he whispered softly, settling his mortal lover back onto the pillows. Still preaching caution and a patience that he no longer felt, Spike murmured, "Now, if I hurt you, you gotta say something, you hear?" He stared down at Riley's beautifully flushed face and glazed eyes and sighed. *This boy was gonna be the second death of him. *
But it would be worth it, worth it to have this child at his side, to bask in the joy of sharing his glorious body...and someday perhaps, if he was incredibly lucky, have the love that had been so foolishly squandered on a woman who didn’t appreciate what a true jewel he was...
When there was no reply from his companion, Spike cleared away the sudden lump that had formed in his throat and raised his voice a little. "Riley," he said again, more firmly, this time. "Hear me?"
This time the response was immediate, soft and low, very much in keeping with the flickering candlelight and the long shadows in the room. "Yeah, I hear you...If it hurts, I'll tell you...Now please...*I'm empty*..." That plea was heart-wrenching as Riley hooked his legs over Spike's, locking his calves around the vampire's smooth limbs. There was no mistaking his intent, no hiding from the absolute urgency encompassed by the next two words that spilled from his bruised lips. "*Fill me*..."
Spike gritted his teeth to hold back the moan the desperation in that voice evoked. It was a desperation that he echoed, a desperation he’d been feeling for these long, lonely years. He grasped his cock in his palm, carefully, hissing at the feel of his own touch and knowing there was something just inches away that would feel even better.
*Heaven lay a mere breath away...and this was one damned creature that was going to give in to its lure...*
Bracing his weight on his right arm, hovering over Riley, he slipped the head of his cock into the boy's impatiently waiting body. A long, low moan was wrenched from his throat as the warmth and delicious tightness enclosed him, enveloping his coldness and banishing it for the time being. Shuddering, he stretched himself out above the young human, weight braced on both arms, now, as he slowly rocked his hips, driving just that slightest bit deeper.
No words, there were no words for just how good this felt, how right. All he could do was whimper and moan and...move...*
There was no pain, not even the merest twinge of pain. All Riley felt was a slight pressure and then that long, slow, cold slide as the man above him took intimate possession of his body. Virgin no more, innocence banished in that one moment and there was no regret, no recriminations, nothing but pure
pleasure. That and the look of adoration in the vampire’s midnight blue eyes, a look that Riley knew was surely reflected in his very own.
After a long moment of silence, the boy gasped, his breath leaving his body as he anticipated his lover’s forward movement. But Spike had already chastised him for his lack of patience, so he waited, slowly rising to meet his immortal partner halfway. His hands came to rest on slender shoulders while the agonizing slow movement of their bodies continued.
"Ohhhhh..."
Spike pressed a kiss to a damp temple, slipping his arms around the boy as he continued his slow, shallow thrusting, giving Riley time to become accustomed to all the sensations now assaulting him. Even though other sensations were assaulting Spike himself, the feeling of being inside the boy was amazing, sending fine tremors through his entire frame; he was still considerate of his lover.
**Warm, oh bleedin’ hell, how long has it been since I’ve been this warm? Not since the poof turned me.** It was taking every single ounce of his control to keep it slow, keep it gentle. That control was belied a little by how his voice shook when he murmured, "Okay?"
Right at that instant, Riley felt so very full that he was wondering if Spike had been lying about the Clydesdale comment. But he refrained from teasing him, this was not the time for light-hearted banter, it was the time for soft kisses instead. So he turned his head enough that their lips brushed against each other. "More than okay...*Perfect*..."
There was that spot again, that spot inside of him that every time it was touched felt like a live wire. And Spike’s cock kept rubbing against it, every single time either of them moved. Riley moaned in delight, his gaze locking with the blond as he gave him a brilliant smile and murmured, "Dunno why I never tried this before..."
With the faintest chuckle at his boy’s boldness, Spike captured Riley's lips in an almost chaste kiss before moving along his jaw line, nipping lightly as he went, down the unmarred side of his throat, pressing soft, deliberate kisses in no particular pattern. Licking up the traces of blood that still clung to his skin, soothing the spot where the hailstone had bruised his flesh, the strop of his tongue a silent apology for letting that injury come about.
Had he not been so angry when Riley appeared out of the rain earlier, this bruise, this cut would never have happened, his boy’s skin would not have been marred by it. Cool, slender fingers threaded into Riley's hair as he began thrusting in earnest, silently steeling himself to stop at any moment, on the off chance he happened to hurt the young man lying in his arms. Lord knows, he and his pride had caused both of them enough pain already.
But Riley rose to meet every thrust, wrapping his legs around the vampire's hips. Their bodies rubbed against one another, the sweat stinging his eyes as it trickled down from his hairline. The pain wasn’t even a memory anymore. It still didn't hurt, even when Spike pulled almost all the way out and then shoved back into him.
Spike leaned in and covered Riley's mouth with his, tongue slipping in even as his cock slid back into that incredibly warm body. He could feel the boy's hands, his fingers, searching for purchase at his shoulders and finding it, flexing as they continued to move. Slipping one hand beneath Riley, Spike grasped his left buttock, pulling him tightly up against him, his thrusts deep and slow, wringing whimpers and groans from the both of them.
*Perfect, his human lover had spoken the truth, this was perfect...*
The rain had finally ceased and all that could be heard now were Riley's soft whimpers, combined with the slap of skin on skin and a deep, rumbling purr from the vampire. Flickering candles and the occasional lightning bolt served as their only illumination, their shadows writhed in unison on the far wall. After what could have been minutes, or hours, Riley smiled up at Spike, his eyes still glazed and he tightened on him, concentrating of using every ounce of muscle control that he had.
A startled breath, eyes glowing with sapphire and citrine, the vampire shook and growled while the delicious sensation of grasping heat washed over him. He caught Riley's tongue and sucked on it voraciously, eyes pressed tightly shut as he let the blackness wash away all but that which he was feeling at that very moment.
*There was nothing else on the whole miserable sodding planet that mattered but this... and this boy...*
Whoever had taught Spike how to fuck, Riley owed them a deep debt of gratitude. If the guy was still alive or undead, the ex-marine was planning on sending him a gift basket because this was so much more than he'd ever expected. He was lost in a sea of breathless sensation, riding from one crest to another, reaching for some unknown pinnacle. His thrusts matching Spike’s, his moans mirroring the vampire’s own soft cries, his cock being rubbed between the hard planes of their stomachs, his entire body aching for release as their slow dance continued.
Riley gave himself up entirely to his master...*to his lover.* Nothing would ever be the same after tonight. Spike had been right, by doing this he'd tattooed his ownership, had driven it under his skin just as surely and expertly as he was driving his cock into him now.
*There was no going back...*
Loosing a low, almost pained moan, Spike nuzzled Riley's hair, hand reaching up to pinch and roll his left nipple. He was desperate to know what was going through the boy’s head, wanting his chosen one to share everything, not just his body but his mind as well. "Talk to me... ohhh... Riley, talk to me. Is this -- this like what you dreamt? Tell me... I wanna hear..."
"Y-you want me to talk? Man, it's all I can...*oh fuck yeah, harder*...all I can do to keep from drooling." His own fingers found one of Spike's nipples and he tugged on it in return. Riley’s voice was harsh and
low, unrecognizable by anyone other than the man moving so slowly above him. "It's better than I dreamed...uhhhhh...*don't stop, don't stop*..."
Spike arched his back at Riley's touch, crying out loudly and burying his face in the crook of his shoulder as his hips gradually increased the tempo of their pumping. "Rock up to meet -- ohh, fuck me, right there... yeah... Christ, you're killin' me, here..." Eyes still closed, Spike managed to locate Riley's ear, drew the tender lobe into his mouth and nipped at it, hard. A tiny trickle of blood found its way into his mouth, spurring the vampire to thrust harder, his back bowing with the effort to be buried all the way inside.
Riley could hear his heartbeat, heard it racing in his chest. That sharp bite had almost set him off again but he needed something more. He arched his neck, panting as he met each punishing thrust with one of his own. Warm hands found their way into Spike's hair and he begged him. "Please...Spike...*make me come*."
Clasping Riley's chin, Spike drew his head to one side, revealing his original mark... the bite that had begun the entire thing, the bite that had bound him to this incredible young man writhing beneath him, begging for him. Demonic ridges sliding into place, he drew his lips back from his fangs and buried his face in the boy's throat, fangs sliding into the same punctures, reopening them.
Blood spilled forth and into his mouth and he drank, sucking hungrily, even as he could feel the onset of his own orgasm, a hard, white-hot knot in the pit of his gut, set to explode. Cock driving into the molten heat surrounding him, his face shifted back to its more handsome human planes, yet he continued to suckle on the wounds, tonguing them, knowing what the sensation did to Riley.
It wasn’t the bite so much that did it for the young human as it was the feel of those lips pulling on his skin and the knowledge that his blood was sustaining his lover’s existence. That was what sent him careening over the edge. Riley was coming again, his entire body shaking as he cried out for a non-existent deity, "*Oh my god*...Spike...*yours, I'm yours*...forever."
His own lips slick and stained with rich blood, Spike blindly sought out Riley's mouth once more, hungry to feel that warmth in his own mouth as his orgasm finally overtook him. Latching onto those generous lips with a pleased growl, both of them bit and licked at each other in a near-frenzy, Riley swallowing Spike's scream when he came, taking it into him eagerly, like he had his cock. A series of several deep, hard thrusts followed, wringing shudders and moans from both men.
As the storm outside abated, so did the one being played out in that bed between the human and his vampiric lover. They clung to one another for a very long time, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Riley kept his eyes tightly shut, not wanting the outside world to intrude, afraid that if he opened them he would find himself once again looking into the eyes of his enemy.
The big man was trying to stave off reality, if only for a few more precious moments. The storm had finally passed over them and he no longer needed the shelter. He should grab his clothes and go home, vacate before the sun came up or before Buffy did a sweep through this cemetery and found him, found them together.
*Funny how he’d never considered that possibility until that very instant...*
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He'd surely leave, now, Spike thought as he cradled Riley to him. Just like the last time. A flippant word, a sneer, maybe even a comradely pat on the back and a 'make sure you don't mention this to you-know-who' before he sauntered out the door. Had to protect that precious straight-arrow façade, not let on to anyone, not even himself that he was anything other than Sunnydale's answer to Captain America.
Oh, sure, he'd spent a good part of the evening getting fucked and sucked and fucking and sucking an undead monster, but hey, that was already water under the bridge. The past was the past and the time would soon come when Riley would disentangle himself from this most intimate of embraces, dust himself off and head for home. Shake off everything they’d done and said, forgetting it all once he’d slipped out through the door of Spike’s crypt.
It was immaterial, all the things the boy had shouted in bed, and by tomorrow, they'd go back to hating each other again. Only now for very different reasons. Riley hating Spike for showing him a more vulnerable facet to his hard-as-nails marine act and Spike hating Riley back for getting under his skin so completely... weakening him with the wanting.
The needing that he hadn't felt in such a very, very long time. Christ, it was enough to make him want to weep...
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Buffy would so dust Spike and Riley couldn't live with that, couldn’t live with the knowledge that he’d was the one responsible for his final death. He should go if for no other reason than to protect his lover from her wrath. But he really didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to be the fuck and run type, that just wasn’t him. That was his friend Forrest’ style, not Riley’s.
While silently mulling over the words that would secure his release from the vampire’s embrace, a possible solution to that problem presented itself. Riley brightened as he rubbed his cheek against Spike's, trying to rouse the blond who still had him pinned in more ways than one, "Hey..."
When Spike lifted his head to look at him, the ex-marine was saddened to see the despair which had crept into those midnight blue eyes. That look alone steeled his resolve to not just bolt out into the night, leaving this man with nothing but mussed sheets and memories, "Spike, can you let me up for a sec?"
"I don't --" he began softly, his pride choking of the rest of the words, silencing him. **I don't want to... if I do, you'll get up and leave and you won't come back...** Withdrawing his cock carefully, Spike rolled away from the young human. He took a seat on the slab, arms winding around his own shoulders as he silently prepared himself for the hasty excuses and painfully awkward exit he had convinced himself would shortly follow.
Riley sat up and placed a very tender kiss on the vampire's shoulder, trying to soothe him with a warm nuzzle along the column of his neck for a second before rising to his feet. The young man made his way along the ice-cold floor to the pile of his discarded clothes which he picked up and laid carefully out on one of the empty slabs. They were all still quite wet but he wasn't planning on putting them on, not yet anyway. What he was seeking at this very moment was an item tucked into the front pocket of his pullover
He removed the small cell-phone and hit the speed dial. Keeping his back to his companion, Riley ran one hand through his mostly dry hair. He couldn't believe he was doing this but that look that Spike had given him proved to him where he was actually needed and by whom.
"Xander? Riley...Did Buffy go out on patrol tonight?" He leaned one hip up against the slab which held his clothes, listening carefully to the response on the other end of the line. After a moment, Riley chuckled, a rueful smile crossing his face. "Yeah, you're right, only an idiot would be out on a night like this. So you guys played poker and then she went home to bed?... That's right...She has an early class tomorrow... "
Stifling a sigh, he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No man...I'm not gonna call her and wake her up. She's got too much of her own stuff going on. You take care and I'll...I'll drop by the Magic Shop tomorrow to talk to her...No, man...I'm good. It's just been a long night."
There was nothing but silence behind him, he knew Spike was listening. "I'll see you tomorrow and Xander? Thanks for looking after her, she needs somebody to do that. Good night." Riley hung up the phone, surprised that he didn't feel more guilty. "She does need someone to look after her but that someone isn't me...Not anymore... "
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As Riley had been having his little chat with the whelp, Spike had pulled on his jeans, no longer comfortable with being naked even though his partner still was. With shaking hands, he retrieved his smokes, lit up and returned to his seat on the edge of the cold satin-covered slab. Although he'd already resigned himself to the fact that Riley was leaving -- going back to *her* -- he couldn't let on that the idea of it bothered him.
Nothing that had happened that night had changed anything -- Riley was still a very, very straight white hat, Spike was a sociopath and the two of them hated each other each other with a passion almost that almost eclipsed the one they'd unleashed on each other that night. Well, at least Riley hated...
That's how it was. That's how it had to be. Arms still folded around himself, Spike only half-listened to the actual conversation Riley had with the Harris prat. The boy's back was to him, so it was obvious he wanted a little privacy. After all they’d shared that night, he could at least grant him that much, couldn’t he?
But as Riley had closed the cell, he whispered those words and Spike came to immediate attention. If it weren’t for the fact that he was a vampire and his heart had stopped beating almost 130 years ago, Spike would have sworn that it had done a flip inside his chest. He stared at Riley's back intently, waiting for him to do or say something, anything... to chase away the strained silence that had overtaken the two of them once again.
Riley straightened up, not daring to turn around just in case he was going to meet with more rejection. He's already had enough of the cold shoulder act from Buffy to last him a lifetime. Much to his surprise, his tone was even, there was not even a single trace of the butterflies currently threatening to beat their way out of his stomach, "Spike...I got one question for you."
Spike took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled smoke in a ragged, weary breath. "What...?" He asked, eyes hooded, tone guarded. **Hope is somethin’ you’re not allowed, foolish William. Angelus took that away from you as he did so many other things.**
"I'm only gonna ask this once..." Riley took a deep breath as he ran one hand through his hair again. He finally turned around, his expression and tone just as guarded, not letting on that he was laying something very important on the line here. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Wh-wh..." the blond vampire sputtered for a moment as he dropped his cigarette. Averting his eyes, he cleared his throat gruffly, hands planted on his bent knees. "You wanna stay...?" He tried not to sound too hopeful, as though he had any real interest in the answer.
"I... I do...but only if you want me to." Riley sat down on the other slab opposite the vampire, waiting for a response. Everything between them hung in the balance, it all depended on Spike's answer. If he fell back into his usual pattern and slapped him with a caustic remark or two, Riley would pull his clothes on and walk away, erasing this night from his memory forever.
He’d go home, pack his bags and make that call to Graham, leave Sunnydale and all its nightmares behind.
But if he went the other way, if the vampire showed one tenth, hell, even one hundredth of the care and concern that he'd shown with him in that makeshift bed, then Riley Finn would be his devoted slave...Until the last breath left his body, this creature would own him, own his body and quite possibly own his heart too.
Spike held his lighter between his black-tipped hands, turning it over and over, concentrating on it fixedly. He couldn't look at Riley's face... not now. If he did, he’d surely crack into a million tiny pieces. "Why? I mean... well... why?" Hands gestured with vague, unmindful grace, grasping for words that refused to come.
"Why would I want to stay? Is that what you need to know, Spike?" Riley watched him carefully, looking for a chink in the armour. The fidgeting might be a good sign, it might not. Hard to tell with Spike, one moment he was the cock of the walk, all puff and swagger but then the next he could be so tender, so amazingly vulnerable. The question was, which version was he dealing with right now?
Attempting to conceal the tremors that had besieged his hands, Spike reached for his pack and shook out another cigarette, lighting it hastily and taking a couple of short, quick puffs. "Y-yeah... I mean, yeah, I guess so. Yeah." He nodded, eyes trained on the glowing tip of his cigarette, still not daring to look up into that face, to look into those marvellous eyes that he was half in love with already.
Riley laughed, it was a very dry sound, lacking even a semblance of mirth. "Let me spell it out for you, okay? I'm not a one-night stand kinda guy. I don't sleep around, when I let someone this close to me, it means something. I know the bite has some kind of sway over me but I've also got a hell of a lot of will power. I could have stayed away from you if I *really* wanted to...”
He leaned forward toward Spike, his hands on his own knees, gaze very focused, piercing even as Riley continued to talk in that same low, soft tone. "I need to know. Were you serious about what you said earlier or was it just a line so you could get what you wanted?"
Cradling the cigarette in his hands, Spike considered this question carefully. "I didn't -- ow, fuck!" he snarled as a burning ash from his cigarette landed on the tender web of skin between his thumb and the heel of his hand. The blond vampire flicked the cigarette away with a growl, bringing his injured hand up to his mouth to suck on the burn.
Shaking his hand, he said finally, quiet confusion evident in his carefully chosen words, "I ... I didn't do it just for me. I mean, it wasn't, like... a line...some stupid line to get you in the sack with me. Like I said before, you didn't exactly strike me as a prime target for my irresistible charms."
Concern showed on that handsome face as Riley abandoned his post on the other slab, coming over to examine the burn on Spike's hand. He knelt in front of him, holding out his own hand to the vampire. "Let me see..."
Anger he could handle, was more than intimate with that emotion himself but genuine tenderness, compassion and concern were foreign to him. He’d loved Dru for over a century but she had been such a mad, mad thing. She’d rarely even shown lucidity, let alone any of the softer emotions. Casting about helplessly, uncertainty brimming in his eyes as he looked at the young man stooped before him, Spike pursed his lips and held out his hand.
With surprising gentleness, Riley looked over the burn. It was thankfully minor, leaving just a slightly reddened mark. Not being able to resist the temptation, he placed a very tender kiss on the spot, lightly running his tongue over it, soothing away the pain as best he could.
A gasp greeted his action, he'd surprised the vampire again. Which was something he vastly enjoyed doing. Taking a deep breath, Riley looked up at him, letting all of his unspoken feelings show through his eyes as he started speaking again, "I know I'm not your type and you sure as hell aren't mine...But if you want me, I'll stay. I think both of us have been alone in the crowd for far too long."
Eyes still levelled on the burn mark, Spike's eyes narrowed. He cleared his throat again and licked his lips, hesitated for just a moment before looking up at Riley -- looking *at* Riley... really looking. There was something in the lad’s face, something like hope and maybe, just maybe something else, something deeper? It might be a trick of the light but it was worth going out on a limb here.
That decided it for him, decided that he’d take the chance that the boy was serious about all this. "Would you..." he began so very softly, tentatively, "would you stay with me... please?"
Riley met that almost frightened gaze steadily, knowing he had read the situation correctly. Spike was just as lonely as he was, if not more so. He leaned forward, brushing his mouth against the vampire's half-open one in a brief kiss of acceptance. "Gladly...But you gotta promise me one thing..."
Still so completely and utterly flummoxed by the whole situation, Spike's eyebrows arched expectantly almost by instinct. He was obviously running on automatic, at this point. "Yeah?"
"Don't steal all the covers..." With that, Riley rose to his feet, climbing up into the nest of pillows on that marble slab. He pulled the covers up over his body and then patted the spot next to him. "You waiting for an engraved invitation?" There was a wealth of amusement in those hazel eyes, amusement and something that was very close to true affection.
Spike's mouth hung open as he hopped off the edge of the slab and stared at the former soldier, his head bobbing wordlessly. Confusion, amazement, and disbelief were the three primary themes to be found on the blond's face at that moment. It lasted all of five seconds.
Spike quickly pushed the jeans he hadn't bothered to button down his legs and kicked them aside, slipping in under the covers with Riley. With a soft bemused chuckle, the young human pulled him in close and kissed that trembling cool mouth very, very thoroughly. When the vampire placed his hand high up on the ex-marine's thigh, all he got was a shake of a dark blond head. "No...no more sex tonight. *Sleep*..."
Nodding silent acquiescence, Spike wound his arms around Riley's waist, nestling his face in the crook of the boy's shoulder. Their bodies fit together perfectly, the hollows filled in as they curled up together. Unlike the many instances where he’d slept here with Harmony’s cold body wrapped around his, this time the vampire felt totally at ease. This felt good, far too good...It felt like home.
After a few moments, Riley's breathing evened out and a small sigh of contentment escaped. He nuzzled the blond head nestled on his shoulder, placing a very tender kiss there before whispering. "Sleep now and I'll be good to go for a few more rounds in the morning..." More gentle humour, despite that fact that exhaustion was pouring off of him in waves.
Spike snorted softly at that quietly teasing comment, "Yeah... and we've still got a few things to teach you, yet."
"Mmmmm-hhhhnnnhh...Like what...out of curiosity?" Riley murmured sleepily, his eyelids growing heavy. Sleep was a few breaths away, sleep without nightmares, without waking up in a cold sweat, screaming for something he couldn’t have...
Rubbing at his nose, which had suddenly developed a wicked itch, Spike mumbled his reply, his eyes having long since closed. Had he been fully conscious, what he’d muttered would have appalled him. It showed far too much trust, a trust he’d never given anyone, "Mmmm... you get to do me, next time..."
That quiet statement should have woken him up but Riley was just way too tired to process what had just been said. He merely nodded in agreement and his last words trailed off as he fell asleep, "Fine by me..."