Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 8: Morning After
Darkness faded into light as the night passed and morning was upon the home of the only active Hellmouth in the Western World. For the most part, the denizens of Sunnydale simply rolled over and opened their eyes to yet another uneventful autumn day.
*For the most part...*
Riley Finn woke slowly, his muscles protesting as he tried to stretch and failed. Something was pinning him to his bed, holding him securely in place as he came back to the world of the living. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. Strange, he never remembered the ceiling of his apartment being so far away before. But that was of no consequence, what really mattered was the body lying next to him.
It had been a long time since he’d woken up to someone else in his bed. Casting his sleepy gaze downward, Riley confirmed the fact that he was not alone. There was a blond head nestled against his shoulder which caused him to smile. Buffy must have used her key last night and let herself in.
God, it felt so good to hold her again...
As the light started to filter into the darkened place where he lay, however, the memories of the prior night crept in as well. Riley wasn’t in his own bed, in fact he wasn’t even in his own apartment. No, instead he was lying in a very cold crypt, firmly pinned to a slab by an equally cold body. A body that he’d spent several breathless hours last night being extremely carnal with.
**Hello, Riley Finn, time to wake up to the reality of the living hell that is your life. Talk about your morning afters...** He stifled a small groan, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that the head on his shoulder wasn't Buffy's.
The body lying next to his wasn’t even female, wasn’t even human. The very naked body plastered right up against his own belonged to Spike. I was as if Sunnydale’s lone Master Vampire was trying to burrow under the warm skin of his human bedfellow while he slumbered.
Could his life possibly get any more *interesting* than this?
Riley sincerely doubted it.
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Spike hummed softly in his sleep, nuzzling the soft, warm skin pillowing his head. He didn’t want to wake up, didn’t want to leave the wonderful dream he ’d been having. A dream where he was being thoroughly loved by a warm, breathing human. Where he was no longer so damned alone.
*It was such a beautiful dream...*
So unlike his true existence. An existence that consisted of one dreary day marching into the next. An existence made up of achingly lonely nights punctuated only by a spot of violence or two toward the non-human denizens of Sunnyhell and the occasional visit from the local Slayer and her band of annoying little friends.
*His unlife was nothing to write home about.*
The only high point he’d had recently was getting to put the bite on the Slayer’s boy-toy. God, the noises that sweet lad made, the feel of that big body moving against his own. The spicy taste of all that rich blood in his mouth renewing urges Spike thought long dead...
Other tastes came rolling back as he drifted upward through the layers of sleep. Sweat - salty and laden with the scent that was uniquely Riley’s. Sweat that clung to his tanned forehead as their bodies rocked against each other, those strong hands gripping his pale back while he screwed the boy’s gorgeous body right there in his usually empty bed...**Wait, is this a memory?...Or just another one of my soddin’ fantasies?**
Tears - also salty but so much sweeter. Tears sliding down sun-bronzed cheeks, landing on his tongue and dissolving there. Tears laden with sorrow and guilt...Sorrow for the loss of innocence, guilt for what the two of them had done in his chair almost a week ago. *That must be it, he was remembering that delightful encounter as he woke.*
A tiny frown appeared between Spike’s dark brows as he sought to shut out the reality of actually awakening. Shutting out the utter loneliness he would feel when he once again woke to silence and the freezing cold of his home. If he could only stay asleep...
The last taste blossomed in his mouth. Semen - thick, rich, clinging to his lips and tongue. Better than blood, a hundred times better than blood. *He’d tasted it only once, hadn’t he?* Licked it off his fingers as he taunted Riley from his perch in the old battered chair. Had sucked every last drop of his fingers while the boy gulped and stammered. Had continued to lave those fingers until they were sore once his chosen one had left, determined to find every last trace clinging there and tattoo it into his memory.
Scratching sleepily at his hair, he finally roused himself, a deep yawn stealing over him while he took stock of his rather odd sleeping position. Tousled blond curls framed his face as he opened dark, sleep-glazed eyes and gazed out over the massive amount of warm, bronzed skin that moved underneath his hand. Feeling a strong heartbeat under his pale fingers, Spike lifted his head and found himself in a completely different world than he was used to.
Daylight.
And Riley Finn.
In his bed... still.
Well.
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**Okay, this could get really bad, really fast...** Riley gazed into Spike’s sleepy eyes, noting how the vampire’s mouth had curved slowly to a smile just before he’d opened them. **And then again…maybe not.** Maybe, just maybe, Spike was still happy about what had happened between them last night? That would be nice...
After the initial shock of waking up next to this creature, Riley decided it wasn’t so bad. What had happened between them during last night’s storm had been nothing short of amazing. It had been so good that he’d even spent the night. He hadn’t wanted to go back to his solitary bed when he had such an eager companion.
Once they’d lain down beside one another, the vampire moulded his body to Riley’s side. His head found the hollow of one broad shoulder, one hand was tucked down his side and the other rested over Riley’s heart. And he’d not moved from that position all night.
It was just barely dawn and he had a class in about three hours. He really should get up, get dressed and go home for a long, long shower. But Riley didn't want to move. Despite the cold stone underneath his back, he was quite comfortable. Taking a chance that the night before wasn't a fluke, the former soldier gave the man in his arms a tiny, shy smile. "Hey..."
Spike blinked, still slightly puzzled at how this thing had come to be, and returned Riley's awkward smile. He managed to keep the tremor out of his voice as he replied with a very soft, "Morning..."
**Please don't let this be awkward...Please don't let him reject me.** Riley placed one finger along a high cheekbone, tracing that exquisite line. "How'd you sleep?..." He tightened his lips a little, stifling back the urge to do what he really wanted to do which was kiss that sleep-softened mouth. To just lean over and place his mouth over his companion’s and lose himself in the utter sensuality of Spike’s kiss.
Leaning in to that hesitant touch, Spike purred softly, eyes drooping closed. Gentleness, how long had it been since someone had touched him this gently? Had acted like he was anything other than a monster? How long had it been since someone had treated him like he was a man?
*For that single touch alone, Spike was willing to love this boy, to love him until the world ended.*
His soft purr of delight and the sound of Riley shifting a little on the slick satin sheet were the only things that interrupted the silence which had descended between them. Outside the crypt, Spike could hear the calls of birds and the steady drip of water from the trees. Could hear the human world waking up, a world in which he no longer had a place.
But inside his home, there was just the quiet beating of one heart. And the sound of one man breathing as Spike finally answered the question, "Good... best sleep I've had since November '68..."
"What happened in November of '68?" Riley moved even closer, rolling slightly so he could gaze more comfortably at his companion. Until this very moment, he'd never seen Spike in daylight and what he saw threatened to steal the very breath out of his lungs. The guy was absolutely stunning, had the kind of looks that would stop traffic. It was funny he’d never noticed that before...
"Got pissed and went drivin'... without Dru... ended up parkin' on the beach someplace..." Spike rubbed at his nose thoughtfully, scratched his cheek. "Fell asleep in the front seat with my bottle." A soft chuckle filled the room as he opened his eyes and really looked at his companion.
Spike's mouth was suddenly dry as his steady gaze drank in the glorious sight of the man lying next to him. Riley's lips still bruised from passionate kisses. Spike's nostrils flared catching his own scent on the skin of his lover. He glanced down at the dark purple of the mark on Riley's neck…his mark…on the body of this man…What had he done to deserve the presence of a soddin’ angel in his bed? Not a single thing that he could think of….
"So...no mind-blowing sex marathon, huh?" Riley tried to keep that desperate note out of his voice. He knew that Spike was over a hundred years old, knew that he'd probably had partners galore and that last night was just another one in an endless string of orgiastic delights. But part of him wanted to cling to the theory that he'd been special, at least in some small way.
He needed to feel special right now.
A warm smile curled at the corners of Spike's mouth. "Nah... haven't had one of those for a long, long while." He reached down and smoothed the backs of his fingers over Riley's cheek. There were so many things he wanted to say but didn’t dare. Didn’t want to chance spooking the boy by blurting out some
foolish declaration, didn’t want to lose him like he’d lost Cecily all those years ago. **Haven’t ever had one I enjoyed like I did with you, pet...Not ever.**
The young human craned his neck just a little, silently rising to meet that light touch. He craved it, craved more contact in a way that should have frightened him. Noting that Spike was in a talkative mood, one that wasn't punctuated by barbed comments, Riley kept asking questions, "So...when was the last time you did something like this?"
Spike folded his arms on top of Riley's chest and rested his chin on them. His midnight dark eyes staring off into nothing as he tried to recall the last time he’d woken feeling so thoroughly drained. He couldn't tell the boy how he truly felt... well loved -- which was such a rarity for him -- for fear of frightening him away.
So 'thoroughly fucked' would just have to do.
There was no need to let the boy know just how special last night had been; if he did, there was every chance Riley would bolt out the door. Best to keep it light, keep it casual, no need to let the child know the truth of the matter.
The truth of the matter being that sometime last night, Spike had lost his heart to the young man lying next to him. A man who was still waiting for an answer, "Musta been... hmmm... damn, nearly three years ago, now, I guess."
Riley licked his lips, his hazel eyes half-closing as he peeped out from underneath his lashes in sudden shyness. "W-was it with another guy?" As the words let his mouth, he regretted them instantly. When had he ever sounded so much like a girl? This was getting ridiculous...He'd slept with the guy, that much was true...
It didn't mean that he loved him, not by a long shot.
"Yeah, it was, matter of fact..." Spike grinned, scratching at his jawline with his thumb. Might as well let the boy know that he wasn’t all that adverse to shagging a man. Course if he still had doubts on that score then Riley really hadn’t been paying attention last night.
That casual admission hurt more than he could imagine as Riley's heart sank right down to his toes. Okay, time to get up now. Time to leave. Time to drag his sorry ass home, wash off the smell of the night before and find some way to live with the fact that he was nothing much.
If his experience with Buffy hadn’t already ground that fact into his soul, then what Spike had just said clinched it. **You are nothing, Riley Finn. Nothing...deal with it.**
"Ah...Hey, I gotta get going. Got a class in just a few hours and I really should get a shower." Riley shifted, pulling his arm out from around the blond. He hissed in pain as the cut on his shoulder throbbed, the hailstone had left an incredibly deep bruise there. That minor pain gave him something else to focus on, something other than the crushing weight in his chest and he needed that right now. "I'll see you later...okay?"
Spike tried to mask his wounded feelings, the rejection he’d heard in his companion’s voice had cut him to the quick. He rolled off of Riley silently and settled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he blindly reached for his cigarettes. **Well, there you go... fucked up again. Sayonara, Riley.** His tone was harsh, ragged as he muttered, "Right."
Riley sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the slab and keeping his back to Spike. He ran his hands through his hair, sighing and shaking his head at his own stupidity. How in the world could he have ever thought he’d matter to the vampire? Despite it all, despite everything they’d done and said the night before, they still hated each other.
That much was abundantly clear.
After a moment, he glanced over his shoulder and caught Spike looking at him. That single look pinned him in place. There was a well-spring of hurt lingering in those clear blue eyes. Riley could not help but respond to that pain as he felt his sudden jealousy melt away. It didn’t matter that they might hate each other, didn’t matter one bit. He’d hurt Spike and that was wrong...
He couldn't leave him lying there like that, looking like his unbeating heart was going to break. The blond looked away, lit cigarette held negligently in one hand as he stared into space. Riley shifted a little, placing his right hand above Spike's left shoulder and leaning over him. "On second thought...the shower can wait."
Spike took a deep drag off his cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. He was heedless of the fact that the smoke drifted across Captain Cardboard’s handsome face, that the boy wrinkled his nose at the smell. His smoking was just another thing to chalk up on this list of things that this white hat hated about him.
He couldn’t allow himself to hope, couldn’t allow himself to think that what he’d glimpsed in those warm hazel eyes was anything other than the boy just trying to make nice. **Don’t upset the undead monster before you waltz out of his life again, right? Gotta keep that goody good guy image untarnished.**
"Yeah? What happened to 'gotta go, got class, seeya later'?" He muttered, purposefully avoiding Riley's direct gaze. If he looked at him, his heart would surely break in two. And then where would he be?
Riley plucked the cigarette out of Spike's hand and tossed it away. The butt landed in the corner of the room, glowing briefly before winking out. "There's something more important I need to do..." They were so close together that Spike could feel the warmth radiating off the young man’s body. Lying this close to him was like standing in the sunlight again. Only without the whole bursting into flames thing.
"Which is...?" He asked, trying his damnedest not to sound like he gave a shit, arching his dark, scarred brow. 'Course, it was all an act. Spike did give a shit, he cared so much that he knew it would take only one more movement, one more word and he would surely snap. That he would dissolve into tears like some poncey git whose lover was about to leave him...
The smile that crossed the young man's face was just this side of sly as he closed the gap between them. His mouth hovered less than an inch above Spike's, their gazes locking as he whispered one single word that changed everything, "*You*..."
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Spike pinched his eyes tightly shut, sighing noiselessly as relief washed over him. *Not going.* The beautiful man that he woke up next too wasn’t running out on him. He was staying. How in God’s name had that happened?
Riley kissed him very softly, just touching his mouth to the cool lips beneath his own. There was a lingering taste of smoke, which for the first time in Riley's life, didn't seem all that unpleasant. He wasn't a fan of cigarettes but he certainly did associate that taste with Spike.
The vampire shifted under the satin covers, twisting about in a casual effort to get closer to Riley. He parted his lips slightly in quiet invitation as his hand reached up to clasp the back of that thick neck. Warm, he was so bloody warm, touching this boy’s fragrant skin was almost like being alive again.
Invitation given, invitation accepted. A warm tongue swept past those slightly parted lips, seeking its mate and finding it, twining around it in a slow, sensual dance. Riley moved slowly, never breaking their kiss as he slid back between the sheets. One hand ran down over that pale chest, stopping briefly to rake his nails over one nipple.
Arching into the touch, Spike's gasp became a slow, rumbling growl as his arms wound around Riley. Slim hands slipping up to caress his back and shoulders as he drew the young man down on top of him. Settling back into the pillows, a single thought kept spinning round and round inside his head. *Not going, not going, not going...*
Their mouths fit so well together, just like their bodies did. Unlike the kisses from the night before, Riley’s exploration this morning was slow, passion rebuilding with every gentle slide, every tiny moan. It all felt so good, felt so right. It didn’t matter that his companion was Sunnydale’s Big Bad, didn’t matter that the body beside his own had once belonged to a man, didn’t matter that there was a hard cock pressed up against his side as they continued to kiss.
All that mattered was the connection that he felt. It was a connection that he’d sought but hadn’t found with Buffy. She couldn’t give of herself, not like this anyway. Her heart still belonged to another while Spike’s belonged only to himself. There was a lot to be said for not being the rebound guy for once…
Spike followed his lead with alacrity. This time he was the eager one, the one who lifted up into the kiss, the one who whimpered when that essential contact of lips and tongue and teeth was finally broken. The one who sighed and opened his eyes to find his human partner smiling down at him. And that smile, that glorious broad smile, melted every last vestige of the ice that had enclosed Spike’s heart for years.
He could hear the ice cracking, could feel it melting away under the onslaught of this boy’s kind regard. Didn’t matter that Captain America would never love him…Didn’t matter one whit. This, this quiet *acceptance* would be enough for him.
Riley pulled back a little more, still smiling down at the vampire as he covered him with his large, warm body. The blond groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he took in just how good it felt being blanketed by this boy’s huge frame. A light kiss was placed right between the curve of his shoulder and neck, right in that spot which was a vampire’s favourite feeding place.
The fact that his human lover was the one kissing him there caused Spike to shudder in silent delight. **Well, ya can't fault the lad's instincts. He'd make a fine vamp...end up being a Master like me and in just half the time. Probably even give Angelus a run for his money and wouldn't *that* be a laugh?**
Another kiss, this one followed by a sharp nip and a grind of those lean hips. A grind that brought that hard, weighty cock right up against his own, searing him with its heat. That very heat once again reminded Spike why he’d never turn the lad, despite the fact that his demon was screaming for him to do it.
He liked the boy just as he was, a bright, golden child…One that smelled of sunshine and life, there were no mouldering shrouds for this boy’s immediate future, no existence made up of darkness, dust, ashes and regret. He’d give up his unlife to make sure Riley remained in the land of the living...
A quiet voice by his right ear drew Spike out of his introspection. Riley was nuzzling a spot just below it, the soft brush of his lips sending even more tremors through the smaller man. "Think it's time for that next lesson?" His tone was light, almost teasing as they continued to move against one another. The boy’s sense of humour hadn’t vanished with the night, a fact that his companion truly appreciated.
Shifting slightly beneath the former commando, Spike was very hard and very ready….had been since the cigarette had been flicked away and that mouth had found his own. "Yeah," he replied nonchalantly with a smirk, trying to keep it as light as Riley was currently playing it. "Could be."
"Where do you want me to start?...Tell me what I'm doing right..." Riley kissed him again, completely losing himself in the feel of mouth on mouth. He loved kissing, it was one of his favourite things about sex. Of course, if the truth was to be told, there wasn't much about sex that he didn't like.
Riley was sure he was good at this part of it anyway. Never had a single complaint about how he kissed. But as for the rest of it, he wasn’t that confident. They’d already determined this morning that Spike had so many more experiences under his belt. Maybe there was some trick he hadn't learned yet. Maybe there was something that his last lover did that he really liked.
He knew that this wasn’t a competition, knew that Spike seemed to be perfectly content with him as is. But he couldn’t control the urge to be better than the last man who’d shared this vampire’s bed.
Spike wound his tongue around Riley's, slowly rocking his hips up against the boy's. **Yeah....ohh, yeah... kissin' is definitely this boy's strong suit. Not surprising, considerin' just how *lush* his mouth is. Tastes like... strawberries... feels like mortal sin. Could spend a decade just kissin' him and consider it time well spent.** The kiss went on and on until the human had to draw back long enough to take a breath.
The boy's question took a moment to register as Spike's mouth was claimed in yet another hungry kiss. A few more seconds passed as he tried to focus on what was being done to him. "Mmmm... well, you could..." Riley's hand slid over his back, stroking deeply and gently, well that was out. "Or, no... maybe you could..." The commando's fingers raked through his platinum hair, sending lovely tingles through his scalp and down his spine. "Er... no, you're ... oh, bleedin' hell, you're doin' everything right - just keep doin' it!"
The sputtering comments were, well...bordering on cute. But he couldn't tell Spike that. Riley knew it would set the vampire off if he said anything about the blond being...cute. Instead, he kissed his way down along one cheekbone, tracing the line of it with his tongue. His companion literally purred, that rich sound filling the otherwise silent crypt. Riley had heard that noise both the night before and when Spike was first waking up. He found it utterly fascinating, this was a sound that no human could make…
An insistent thrust from his companion convinced Riley that it was time to stop pussy-footing around the issue. The only question was, could he actually say the words? Hearing his lovers talk dirty to him was one thing - a thing he loved, no less - but saying those words himself was something else entirely. Blushing furiously, Riley murmured in his ear, "What do you want, Spike? Do you want me to suck your cock...Do you want me to fuck you?"
He nipped the vampire's neck, his blunt teeth leaving a small impression just above the jugular vein. Then he soothed the sting away with his tongue while he rubbed his chest along the cool body resting just below him. Waiting, he was waiting for his lover to make a choice. Whatever Spike allowed him, Riley would do…
"*Oh, fuck me!*... Fuck me," Spike moaned, cradling Riley's head between his hands, holding him still as he drove his tongue into his mouth. The first 'fuck me' had strictly been a British exclamation, while the second was purely lust-driven. That’s what he wanted, the spectre of Angelus and all the tortures his sire had inflicted were forgotten in his need for this boy. Swept away by the sheer force of nature that was one Riley Finn.
"You sure that's what you want?" Riley was teasing him, a big smile lighting up his face as he noted just how dark Spike's eyes had become. He knew he was running on the ragged edge of disaster when those nostrils flared and the fingers in his hair tightened. Blue eyes shifted to saffron for a second and then back again. That glimpse of the inner demon told him without words just how close his immortal companion was to the breaking point.
Spike let out a long, low, almost animalistic whine and leaned up to meet Riley. The platinum blond nipped at the sensuous curve of the young man’s lower lip, impatiently coaxing. *He wanted...wanted so much…now if the boy would just give it to him...*
Keeping just out of range, Riley moved down that elegant frame, placing warm kisses along the line of a collarbone. The whine got louder as he captured one flat, copper-coloured nipple between his teeth and tugged gently. That sound deepened back into that sensual purr when he flicked his tongue over it again and again until it rose to met each stroke.
One large hand skimmed over the lightly muscled chest, lingering on the sculpted ridges of an incredible abdomen and tracing a teasing line with his finger up and over the curve of Spike's hip. Riley listened for what made Spike gasp and took mental notes to visit those spots more thoroughly with his mouth. Not that much different from a woman. The line of the ribs, very sensitive. That soft spot on the inside of the elbow, too. Along the ridge of both hipbones. Navel, just a tiny bit ticklish.
Spike groaned, stretching his arms up to frame his head, his entire body open to Riley's careful explorations. This was all new to him... something about that - that he was this boy's first - made Spike almost... proud. That quiet kind of glowing pride that he’d not felt since his dying day.
Once he was satisfied by the results of his ministrations to the first nipple, Riley switched to the other nipple while his thumb brushed the one he’d just abandoned, keeping it hard. The ex-marine really was in the dark here, the little noises his companion was making were helpful but not quite enough guidance for his taste. Riley wondered if he was being too gentle, if he should be more forceful. Biting down more strongly, he watched and waited for a reaction, hoping that he'd guessed right.
Growling softly, Spike gripped the top edge of the slab, rocking his hips up against Riley as the young man concentrated rather... thoroughly ... on his chest. Christ, the boy was good at this, no small wonder he’d managed to bring the Slayer off to so many screaming orgasms in the past. He’d heard the two of them on many of the hot nights this summer. Heard her moaning and thrashing as he listened from his hiding place just below her window.
It wasn’t that he was stalking her. No, far from it. He was just keeping an eye on the enemy…. Memorizing her habits, her movements, her sounds...*his sounds.* That little grunt when he first slid into her, the way he said her name like she was the most precious thing on the planet. It was the way he wished Riley would say his name, in that hushed and reverent tone so full of love and passion.
Biting down on his lower lip, the vampire tried to banish those memories. He didn’t want to think about Buffy with his boy. She’d lost him and now he was his…at least for the moment. The desire for the bite should keep bringing him back but Riley had already proven to be a strong one, there was no guarantee that lure would continue to work.
Spike could feel the muscles in his stomach tightening, quivering, still hungry for more and more. Might as well take what he could get. There was nothing saying the lad wouldn’t choose to stay with him. After all, he’d already spent the night, hadn’t he?
"Tell me what you like...please..." That warm hand was now brushing between his thighs, teasing the cool sensitive skin right there. Finding a patch by his right knee that made the vampire snarl in delight. Spike was unable to respond, all he could do right now was feel.
No one had touched him there other than his Dru. She’d giggled the first time she found it, teasing him for hours with her nails until he’d come from just that. As he shivered, that beautiful mouth move further down, leaving a trail of wet kisses gleaming on his pale skin in the early morning light.
Riley mapped out each roll of muscle down that taut stomach with his mouth, memorizing its perfection. His hesitation of the night before had been forgotten when he’d kissed Spike. Something had happened between them this morning which washed away all his reservations. Part of his brain was trying to puzzle through that bizarre bit of logic while he placed a deep, naughty tongue kiss in the vampire’s navel. A kiss that made his companion snarl again in delight.
When Riley turned his head just a little, his razor-stubbled cheek scraped along the head of the vampire's cock. Spike let out a surprised grunt and pressed his head into the pillows. The muscles in his arms bulged from strain as he maintained his white-knuckle grip on the slab.
He had to say something, had to answer the boy’s question, didn’t he? "Please... just..." Spike cast about helplessly, trying to find the right words to describe what he wanted. **Everything... I want everything... your cock, your mouth, your hands, your lips, your tongue, your fingers... inside me and on me and touching me everywhere... I want everything... anything you'll give me... *anything you're willing to give me*...**
Noting the tension in Spike's arms and how his body bowed upward, Riley scraped his cheek over that sensitive flesh again. "Like that, do you?" He enveloped that cool shaft with his hand, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking while he rubbed once more, this time with the other cheek. As Spike drew in another startled breath, the young man opened his mouth over the head of his cock, sucking it in with a few short bobs of his head.
With a soft, shuddering cry, Spike reached down with one hand. His slender but strong fingers cradled the back of Riley's head as his other hand maintained its death-grip on the edge of the crypt, his long, lean body strung taut and shaking. That edge was his lifeline. If he let go he’d be lost, he’d be sucked into the maelstrom of need that was whirling around inside his head and heart.
He remembered everything that Spike had done to him the night before and copied it. Deep-throating wasn’t that hard, it just took a little practice, that’s all. Once he found a comfortable rhythm, he added some touches of his own; a twist of his head, teeth lightly dragged along the underside, followed by a hard lash of his tongue. He catalogued every moan, every whimper that rose from the vampire and felt his confidence grow.
Riley lay down between Spike's legs, tucking one of his partner’s cool feet right up against his hard cock. With each downward stroke of his mouth, Riley thrust up along Spike's instep. It felt good, nice and cold against the heat of his own shaft. He wasn’t going to come that way but it did increase the contact between them which was something Riley was all for.
Spike thrust his hips up slowly as his hand stroked through Riley's hair, purring low and long in the back of his throat. He adored the feeling of being surrounded, covered, embraced, taken in by this boy...Nothing in his long existence had felt like this, had felt so good, felt so warm and so damned close to love.
**Please let this be all right...** Riley’s free hand slipped underneath the curve of his partner’s bottom, one finger searching for his goal. He gently rubbed over and around, over and around, barely pushing in and then pulling away. The young man wished Spike would say something, would give him just a little direction with this at least. Last night had been so incredible and he wanted desperately to return the favour.
Spike shuddered at the feel of Riley's gentle touches, glanced down at him, licking his lips. "Easy..." Riley's head snapped up immediately, panic-stricken eyes locking with his. Shit... the boy thought he was doing something wrong. "No, no, it's alright... it's just ... been awhile, is all." He offered Riley a half-wry, half-bashful grin.
"Yeah...three years qualifies for awhile...Needing a little help here. Tell me what to do?" The sudden panic was fading slowly, his heart rate had shot up to the roof when he heard that first word. Riley didn't want to hurt him, not now...not anymore. Spike wasn’t his enemy…wasn’t just another HST...
Biting his upper lip, Spike met Riley's eyes. He took a deep, purposeful, calming breath and released it. Teaching someone how to do something by doing it to them was far, far easier than teaching them how to do that same thing back to *you,* with *words* rather than touches. For Spike, this was frustrating in the extreme. He wracked his brain for a minute, trying to come up with the right words, "Wet your fingers... somehow... suck on 'em..."
Riley nodded and placed two of his fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them, coating them as completely as he could. The young man watched Spike watching him and found that stare to be one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen or felt. When he withdrew the slickened fingers from his mouth, he licked his lips and Spike did the same, his eyes tracking the movement as he imitated it.
His voice was soft and hesitant as he quietly queried his companion, "Hey, would this be easier in a different position? You said face to face is hard and I don't want to hurt you." The fingers were back, one of them lightly rubbing along the perineum and the other tentatively pressing inside again. Riley was trying to be gentle, he really was...
"Nah, it's -- this is okay... it's fine." Fuck, even his fingers were huge... or at least they felt it. It *had* been too long. Not that he normally let anyone bugger him, that dubious honour had only be granted to his sire.
The very thought of Angelus made Spike moan and shiver. It took every ounce of control to keep from jumping up out of the bed. To keep from running away from what he’d already agreed to…what he’d almost begged for. What was it about this boy that made Spike want to trust him?
This wasn't working, Riley had to do something different. He was hurting him, that was beyond obvious. All he had to do was look at the blond’s face, look at the pained grimace and the sharp teeth digging into his lower lip. Spike was trying to be brave, trying to hide the fact from the young man but Riley was anything but blind.
His fingers were just too big to start with, he had to use something else. It wasn’t like Spike had a well-stocked toy chest lying around for Riley to paw through. Well, he might have one but that was one secret the vampire had not yet revealed. So that left only one logical choice, one way to salvage this situation. "Spike, I want you to bring your legs up to your chest...please."
Had it not been for the addition of the ‘please’ at the end, Spike would not have obeyed. The boy sounded too much like Angelus right now…..But Angelus never would have said please to anyone. With a ragged sigh, Spike closed his eyes and brought his knees up. He placed his feet flat on the slab, tucked closely to his buttocks, hips angled up. There just wasn’t enough trust yet for him to do exactly as told, especially when he had no idea what the lad had planned.
Riley placed his hands on Spike's calves and he pushed until the vampire's knees were level with his chest. Nodding in satisfaction, Riley took a deep breath, steeling himself for something he thought he'd never do. But that had been his internal mantra for this entire encounter, so why not one more forbidden thing? What was one more taboo broken after all they'd already shattered?
He closed his eyes, lowered his head and placed a soft kiss just underneath Spike's balls. A warm tongue flickered out and Riley tasted the tender flesh right there. Once again, not unpleasant...
Spike let out a strangled gasp, eyes snapping open as he tried to see over his knees. Tried to see if what he’d just felt was for real. He wasn't... ohhh, he was... "Riley," he groaned, "Oh, fuck!"
"Nice to know I can shock you..." Riley murmured just before he breached that tight ring of muscle with his tongue. This was something he'd more than just heard about. He’d actually had this done to him on one or two occasions and he still remembered just how incredible it felt.
Camp Pendleton came back to him….basic training was just over and he’d graduated at the top of his class. He and the rest of his squad had gone out afterward, all of them intent on getting really drunk at one of the local bars. Forrest had been loud and obnoxious, bragging to any girl that crossed his path while Graham had stood quietly in the corner, just watching the people around him.
Sometime during that wild night a fight had ensued and they’d all gotten separated. Riley eventually had woken up in some strange room with a girl he didn't know, had never seen before. She'd been doing this to him right as he woke up and he'd come in about three seconds flat.
Should have known then...
Hands tightly gripping the fitted sheet beneath him, Spike writhed helplessly under the onslaught of Riley's attentions. His lean hips rocking slowly up and back, grinding against the satin. Reaching blindly, the vampire fumbled for the boy's right hand.
Riley felt Spike's fingers on his wrist and he let the vampire take his hand. He was concentrating on getting his tongue in as far as he could go, stretching him so he could accept at least one finger, if not two. Patience, this required infinite patience…..a patience that Riley knew was in very short supply but he was still in control of his needs.
At least for the moment...
With a short, huffing sigh of triumph, Spike pulled Riley's hand up to him. He placed it on his chest, palm flat against his nipple, hoping that Riley would get the wordless hint, even as he continued with his torturous preparations. What the boy was doing to him was incredible but he wanted more contact, needed more contact…..needed it more than he needed blood.
Riley's fingers moved of their own accord, finding the nipple and tugging on it. The harder he pinched, the deeper the moans that rose from within Spike and the more he clamped down on his tongue. This was so wild, Riley knew that he wasn't going to last more than a few strokes once he finally got inside him. And after all this careful preparation, he really didn’t want to do an encore presentation of the Riley Finn hair-trigger chorus...
"Ohhh, yeah... yeah, yeah," Spike ground himself down, wanting more of that incredible heat inside him. It had been so long since anyone had touched him this way, tasted him this way... and that's when it dawned on him just how much he'd truly missed it. After this was over he was going to swallow his soddin’ pride and damn well *beg* the boy to stay with him.
Riley kept diving in, further and further until he reached his limit. Only then did he draw back, removing his tongue and replacing it almost immediately with one of his fingers. This time, it slid in easily, without a hitch. The half-purr, half-snarl that erupted from Spike was satisfying in the extreme. *He'd gotten to him, gotten to him good.*
"Ohhh, fuck! Yeah... that's it... just like that," the vampire murmured, pumping his hips down onto that single finger, needing something else - needing what, he didn't know - he just needed. More... something *more*... thicker, harder, heavier... Something hot and pulsing with blood...
Riley waited for a beat, then added another finger very slowly. "Let me know if this hurts..." Every nerve in his body felt more alive than ever before. This was what sex, real sex was about. Not hearts and flowers, not soft little kisses in the rain. No, it was this, passion - pure, raw and so very intoxicating.
The vampire let out a soft, plaintive whimper as Riley continued to stretch and prepare him...so gently, so carefully. Biting his lip, he moaned and it was a deep, hollow, throaty sound steeped in need. Spike lifted his head, pressing light kisses to the hand he had held to his chest. His cool tongue licking at Riley's knuckles as he continued to grind against the fingers of the boy's other hand which were buried inside him.
**Beggin' is about to commence... if this boy doesn't get his arse up here and shove that cock of his in me in the next five seconds... gonna bloody well start speakin' in tongues.** The words were right on the tip of his tongue as Spike parted his knees and stared down into those wide hazel eyes of his human lover. But they stilled as he saw the sweat trickling down Riley’s face, saw how the boy was chewing on his lower lip. Something was up and it wasn’t just his pecker...
"Spike...I gotta tell you something." Riley was panting, his fingers moving faster, reaching for that magical spot that had been discovered within him last night. He wasn't sure if he could find it until he actually did and Spike slid right into game face with a strangled cry of delight. The young man rubbed his face along the inside of the vampire's thigh, not sure if he was capable of a response at this point. But he was willing to wait...
With effort, Spike calmed himself, swallowed thickly and stilled his frantic movements, looking down at him with furrowed brows. "Wh... what...? What's wrong?" The words came out slurred thanks to the glimmering fangs. His eyes shimmered between blue and gold, swirling like liquid smoke as the demon within fought for dominance.
"I’m pretty sure that I'm not gonna last more than a couple of strokes...I'm really worked up here." Riley glanced down at his own cock which was covered in pre-come. He was almost embarrassed to admit it but he didn't want to be a disappointment. Not after all they’d been through to get to this point...
Spike tugged on the hand that he held, silently inviting Riley to come up and lay with him. The former soldier did as instructed, settling himself on top of the slender blond. Slowly he braced his weight on either side of the vampire's head, those marvellous eyes gazing down at his demonic countenance and not flinching… That said a lot for the boy’s courage, being able to lie down on top of a demon and not cringe.
Shifting back to his sharp human features, Spike held up his own left hand and slowly, thoroughly licked the palm. His pink tongue swept along in long, even strokes. Riley watched this, brows furrowing with befuddlement, but he would discover very shortly just what Spike's intentions were. Slipping his slickened hand between the two of them, the vampire grasped Riley's cock and stroked.
"Oh my God..." His hands clutched the pillow beneath Spike's head, his whole body shaking. This wasn't going to take long at all. Not if the tremors in his legs were any indication. All he could hope was that he could get hard again pretty damned quick because he *really* wanted to fuck Spike.
Wanted him in the deepest, darkest, nastiest way that he could think of. All he could think about was being able to sink into that beautiful body. To mark it like Spike had marked his neck, to own it, to tattoo it into his soul...
Spike's tongue flickered out, brushed against Riley's cool lips as he purred, "Can't wait to feel this inside me..." giving Riley's cock got another tug and a gentle squeeze. It was the honest truth, he did want to feel that warm heavy length inside his body. Wanted to feel it sliding into him. Warming him from the inside out, much like the boy’s blood had already done so many times.
That squeeze and tug did it. Riley couldn't even keep his eyes open because he was coming so damned hard. He threw his head back, gasping in utter delight, completely speechless. A hot flood of semen spilled out of him and onto Spike's hand, overflowing onto the planes of the vampire’s cool stomach.
Spike buried his face in the crook of Riley's shoulder, seeking out a haven filled with the boy’s heady scent. Nipping and nuzzling at the tender skin as he continued to milk that thick cock, loving the hot throb of it in his palm. For once he felt no need for the blood through the veins lying just below that satiny surface.
That was not what he wanted from the boy, not at all.
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Panting, his whole body shaking, Riley fought to bring himself back under control. That orgasm had been powerful, had knocked him clear down to his basic principles. **Hello to the reality check, Riley Finn… Just what the fuck do you think you’ve been doing?**
Overload, his brain had just been hit with absolute overload. Sometime during the past night and morning everything that he believed in had slipped away. His heart no longer belonged to Buffy. He no longer hated Spike. Vampires had feelings just like humans and he’d maimed, tortured and killed them for years. All in the name of science…
How could he live with that knowledge?
How could he take a lover who was one of the enemy?
Riley Finn was a traitor to the cause now, much more so than he had been when he walked away from the Initiative. And Spike was to blame for it. The caustic, snarling, bravado-ridden thorn in his side had utterly destroyed his foundations. Had fucking shattered them and left him with this unholy craving. This craving for the feel of his silken hair, for the sight of that incredibly handsome face, for the taste of that mouth, the smell of his skin, the sound of his cries at the point of climax.
*This was so damned wrong.*
He groaned aloud, angry with himself and with the creature that lay below him, holding him, one hand running down his back and the other still idly stroking his spent cock. "What have you done to me, Spike?" Riley’s voice was almost unrecognizable, it was so raw and harsh. "It's like I go crazy if I'm not touching you..."
Spike stared up at Riley, silently stunned, and shook his head. He didn't know what he'd done, but the boy must have done something pretty damned similar to him... he was completely addicted to the feeling of this body... moving against him, touching him, holding him. "I ... I dunno," he replied softly, words nothing more than a strained rasp in his throat.
In one startled instant, Riley took in his companion’s stunned expression for what it was. This hadn't been planned. It wasn't part of the whole biting thing. It had nothing to do with Spike's speech a week ago about 'me master, you meal'. No, it was something else entirely. Endless reams of psychobabble echoed in his head but Riley knew what was going on here. In this single stunning moment of clarity he knew...
*And it officially scared the hell out of him.*
The look in the former soldier's eyes turned the stolen blood flowing through Spike's veins to ice water. What was going on here? What had he done? Was it even *him*? Spike's eyes narrowed as he gazed up at the young man. If he, Riley, a well-trained, well-skilled soldier, was scared... there was definitely something amiss.
Riley shook himself, driving that thought away as best he could. This was about sex, pure and simple… Nothing else. It couldn't be anything else. This was Spike for Christ's sake, Hostile 17, the one that got away. Hullo - evil undead….government chipped ex-master vampire of Sunnydale, official Scooby Core pain-in-the-ass...
And one really, really hot fuck...
*It was sex, nothing else...*