Anatomy of a Seductionby Jainie G & Mistress Ace
Chapter 9: Transition
As the boy’s eyes narrowed and the muscle by his jaw started to jump, Spike settled back against the pillows. His hands slipped away from Riley's cock and from around his shoulders to lie flat, palms down, on his own firm stomach as his eyes pointedly avoided Riley's own. The vampire was waiting for the axe to fall... that it was going to fall and that it was going to crush him.
He’d experienced enough rejection in his life, both mortal and undead, to know what was coming. Captain America had just sussed the fact that he'd become a poof, a prancin' nancy boy with a yen for buggerin' other blokes. And seein's that Riley Finn thought of himself as a straight arrow, it was now gonna be goodbye, Spike and oh, thanks for the fuck…
**Pillock... just like my bleedin' sire... spend months doing nothin' but bangin' me until I can't even fucking walk. Butter me up with sweet little promises, get my hopes up... thinkin' he actually cared, thinkin' the pain would finally stop... Then one whiff of perfume and that stupid mick would vanish for weeks...** Bitter tears were welling up, clogging Spike's throat as those memories rolled around in his mind.
The times when Angelus disappeared had been peaceful. Welcome havens in the misery that was life with his sire. Both he and Dru had time to heal up whenever the older vampire was out and about but they were mere respites from the whirlwind.
Angelus always came back home. Came back home in a much fouler disposition than when he left... and then all hell would break loose.
**Only came draggin' his sorry arse back home to his childer once he'd either shagged the chit to death or turned her...And we'd be the ones to pay for it. I’m so fuckin' sick of this...** He cast about, wondering how long it would be before the boy rolled off of him. Rolled off, donned his clothes and high-tailed it back into the land of the living.
Leaving him alone, again.
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Shaking his head again to clear away his dark thoughts, Riley brought himself back to Earth. Last night and this morning may have only been sex for Spike. After all, the vampire had plenty of experience at it. But for Riley, it had been so much more than that. He might as well face up to it. Sometime between ‘Let me in,’ and “How’d you sleep?’, he’d lost part of his heart to the creature lying next to him.
It wasn’t love he felt, couldn’t be love...but it was damned close.
The only problem was, he just couldn’t let Spike know it. If he let that little fact slip out, it would get thrown back in his face. The Big Bad would have a field day with the knowledge that one of the Sunnydale white hats had it bad for him. Better to let the vamp think he was here only because of the addiction to his bite.
Armed with a shiny new resolve, Riley looked down at his companion and immediately felt that resolve melt away. Spike's utter silence and the way he lay there amid those ridiculous peach sheets caused a lump to rise in the young man's throat. He looked as though his heart was about to be ripped out of his chest, a feeling that Riley knew all too well.
Maybe... maybe it had been more than just sex between them...not just for him, but for Spike as well?
Keeping his voice low and soft, Riley murmured to him, "What's wrong?" When his immortal companion didn’t respond, he felt a momentary panic rise. This was not good, Spike’s lack of response was not good. The young man nuzzled the vampire's neck, trying to get close to him, very worried about his feelings. Up until a week ago, he hadn't really cared about Spike's feelings; hadn't even thought he had them, but now he knew... and he cared... a lot.
Choking back a sob, Spike wrapped an arm around Riley’s neck. Using his not inconsiderable strength, the vampire pulled him close, pulled him down on top of his slighter frame. With a reedy sigh, he nestled his face in the boy's shoulder, not caring if he got crushed by the weight of him... He'd rather be crushed... he'd rather die like this, in someone's arms... than die alone...
Those strong arms clinging to him so desperately wrenched something deep inside him. Riley’s quick mind was finally catching up with the reality of what was actually going on here. Spike needed him. *Needed him.* And it wasn’t for food. **Okay...world spinning out of control again….How in the hell did this happen?**
"Shhh...Shh... What's wrong, lov-..." Riley caught himself just in the nick of time, cursing the slip of his tongue. **Oh, Jesus Christ, Riley, you just about blurted everything out. And you were the head of your class in Covert Ops? Boy, talk about fouling up the Bell curve.**
While he mentally kicked his own butt, Spike continued to tremble in his arms. What the hell had happened to the self-proclaimed Master Vampire of Sunnydale? If Riley didn’t know any better, he’d have thought his companion was crying. Spike...crying... okay... first sign of the apocalypse. A rain of toads was definitely the next thing on the horizon.
He cleared his throat and tried again with a very soft, "Hey... talk to me here. What's wrong?" His lips brushed one cheek while his fingers smoothed a disarrayed lock of platinum blond hair off of Spike’s pale forehead. Riley was trying everything he could to get the vampire to respond to him, everything short of telling him just how much he cared…
Spike's dark eyes darted about, never settling on the man who held him so tightly. "What did I do to you...? I don't... I don't know..." His voice was flat, monotone... empty, lost. He pinched his eyes shut tightly and turned his face away. One cheek brushed against the pillowcase as he felt more cold tears welling behind his eyelids. "Don't know what I did, but whatever it was... I s-scared you... I saw. That look... in your eyes."
"It's not you... I scared myself." At a loss of what else to do, Riley cupped that cool chin in one hand, willing Spike to look at him. But the vampire refused, keeping his eyes tightly shut. He could see the tears shimmering underneath translucent lids and that sight shocked Riley. *He was crying. Spike really was crying.* "Spike, open your eyes...please?"
Spike took a deep breath and tried to force the tears back as he slowly turned his head back toward his companion. Thinking, hoping that the tears would not fall, the vampire opened his eyes. Those hopes were immediately dashed and he growled in anguish as two large, heavy drops slipped from the corners of each eye, sliding down his face and into his hair. "Fuck," he muttered, scrubbing at the tears hastily with the back of his hand, lips pursed in a thin, angry line.
Angelus’ thick brogue rang in his ears, increasing his frustration with his own weakness as Spike lost himself in the past. **Cryin' again, are ye, boyo? Now wha' kinda white knight can ye be for my wee mad girl if ye spend all o' yer time bawlin' like a babe? Nothin' but a disappointment ta me and ta her... Now get over here...on yer knees... and open tha' pretty mouth o' yers. Daddy has a present fer ye.**
The ex-soldier knew grief when he saw it, was intimately familiar with it after having lost so many of his friends in combat. Somehow he'd hurt Spike deeply and he wasn't sure how to fix it. So he did what came naturally, Riley followed the tracks of those tears with his mouth, kissing them away. "Spike, it's not you... I swear, it's me."
He sighed, leaning his forehead up against the vampire's as he closed his eyes for a second. **Here goes nothing...** Riley’s voice was remarkably calm as he confessed what lay in his heart, "Remember what I said last night about not being a one-night stand kinda guy? I don't sleep with people unless I care about them... Hell, I usually don't sleep with anybody unless I love them."
"You don't mean that," Spike shook his head vigorously, words firm, resolved, albeit thick with tears. Delusions were his stock in trade, he could make enough of them up on his own without the boy feeding him any more. "You don't mean any of it, you *can't.* You can't love me, you're just gonna bloody well take off just like everybody else has."
"One thing you're gonna learn about me; I don't lie. Not to the people I care about." Riley pinned the vampire in place with his large body, not allowing him to move. The expression on his face was solemn, very intent and incredibly honest, just like he was... "I'm not saying that I love you... Not yet. But I do care, a lot more than I should and that’s what scares me."
Spike swallowed with effort, throat working painfully to push out the next words. Words that he’d never spoken to anyone, not even Dru. "I'm scared, too." Such a small voice, so uncertain, so frail, and so completely unlike the Big Bad persona that Riley had come to know. Heart laid bare for the boy to stomp on, laid out on the ground to be crushed by his lover...just as it had been crushed so many times before by the people he cared for and cared about.
That hesitant confession surprised Riley, he'd not expected to hear those words out of Spike's mouth. The guy was always so full of bravado and without his chip, damned dangerous. Was it possible that he too felt something besides the standard connection that sexual partners experienced? Dare he hope this meant more to the vampire? "Why are you scared, Spike?"
Licking his lips, something that Riley had begun to notice was a nervous habit with the blond, Spike's eyes remained trained on the far wall of the crypt. His voice was barely audible, so soft that his human companion had to strain to catch what he was saying. "You make me want this too... too much."
"Want what? Want me?...." Riley rolled off of him, lying on his side and willing his hand not to shake as he placed it on Spike's chest. Suspicions confirmed, world crashing down yet again as he tried to make sense of what his companion had just said. He was trying not to get his hopes up, hope was something he could ill afford. Being with Buffy had given him hope and look where that had led. "You want this that much?"
"It's bad enough you've even got me thinkin' about it," Spike growled emphatically, hands curling into fists at his sides. "I'm not s'pposed to want this. I can't -- can't want this. I'm alone and I was bloody well s'pposed to *stay* alone... just... thinkin' about it... just the possibility of it..." Those dark eyes closed once more, more tears slipping out from beneath the lowered lids. "It... it hurts..."
"Spike... if you want me, I'm right here.... Not going anywhere, at least not until it's time for my class. But I'll be back... if you want me to come back?" He couldn't stand to see the pain so clearly outlined in the vampire's expression and those cold tears were tearing him up inside. Riley would do anything to make this stop, anything...
"Oh, I want you alright," the tears had slowed, for the time being. The vampire turned his head, opened his eyes and concentrated on a tiny, hairline crack in the stone of his ceiling. His tone was as quiet as before and strained as he recalled all the other disappointments in his unlife... disappointments he could do nothing about but had to accept, all the same... much like the disappointment he could sense was coming around the corner. "I'll want you for the rest of my days... want you long after you're gone and anybody who ever knew you is in the ground. I don't forget... I don't ever forget."
In that instant Riley thought he’d figured it out. That he finally understood what Spike meant when he’d said 'you're mine and I'm yours, forever'. But he couldn't allow himself to be turned, he'd spent too much time killing vampires to become one himself. Might as well set the record straight on that score right now. "I-I can't let you turn me, Spike. That’s definitely not on my agenda..."
When he felt his companion flinch at that flat out rejection, guilt and remorse washed over Riley. He could have picked a gentler way of saying it. Trying to ease the blow, he lifted his head from the pillow and gave Spike a half smile. A smile that curved across his lips but didn’t quite reach his eyes, as he murmured, "Besides, would you really want to look at my ugly mug every night for the rest of eternity?"
With a laugh that gave way to a choked sob, Spike turned over onto his side. He kept his back to Riley, arms winding tightly around a pillow as he hunkered down and tried to start forgetting last night and even the last week. Cause, yeah, he could easily spend an eternity looking at that beautiful face. He could happily spend a thousand generations with this man inside him, inside his head, inside his heart, inside his life…
"Spike..." Riley moved, wrapping his arms around the shuddering body of his companion and pulling it up against him. He moulded himself to the vampire’s back, placing soft and soothing kisses along his shoulders, up the side of his neck, wherever he could reach. The words came pouring out of his mouth between kisses as he tried to give comfort. "Shhh....I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you... I... I...God it's too soon. It’s just too soon."
It took every ounce of his internal will to lay still. Spike wanted to wrestle out of those arms, scramble away and scream at the lad. Wanted to scream at him, until his throat was raw from it, beg him, "*Don't touch me!* Don’t treat me kindly -- I'm not like you. I'm not human; I’m a soddin' monster! I’m one of the things you like to destroy so much, remember? Don't you know it kills me when you touch me like this?!"
Instead, he listened quietly, tears giving way to stony, resolved silence. Maybe if he kept his counsel, the boy would give up. He’d take away those marvellously warm arms and that soft, soft mouth... that mouth that was going to haunt his dreams. That mouth that he was going to feel ghosting across his skin until the day he finally broke and walked out to greet the sun.
That rich voice echoed in his ears as Riley continued to kiss and to soothe and to speak, "Let's give it some time... Who knows you might wake up a week later and remember that you hate my guts." One broad warm hand ran down his pale trembling flank. The boy wasn’t going to shut up, he wasn’t going to give up and walk away.
That much was evident as a kiss was laid on the tender span between nape and shoulder. What Riley was saying finally registered with Spike. The boy was offering, he was actually offering something more permanent than the elusive promises cried out during a moment of passion. "If you don't hate me in a week, we can talk again. Maybe find a way to stay together that doesn't involve me dying and losing my soul."
Riley waited quietly, hoping that would be enough but knowing it wasn't. Closing his eyes and praying that his instincts weren’t leading him astray, he bared another part of the soul in question to his companion. "Maybe then I can admit how I really feel about you... Once my head has cleared. I hate guys who make promises when they're in bed with someone and then change their minds later. I don't want to do that to you."
Spike took a deep breath, let it out. Counted the long, empty seconds. Timed them by Riley's heartbeat. That strong, steady rhythm which he could feel thrumming through him, even now, as the boy lay pressed up tightly against him. He wanted to hear that sound forever, to feel that all too human warmth on his skin.
Maybe it could replace the loss of the sun. He’d loved the sun when he was human. Loved going for long rambling walks through the English countryside with its warmth beating down on him. Just like his human companion’s heart was beating now. "I didn't ever say I wanted to turn you..." he said softly.
The demon within him was enraged by that confession but Spike easily locked it away. Thanks to the little bit of plastic in his head, it was getting easier to ignore his demon’s demands. Maybe something good had come of that bleedin' farce after all. Without the chip, he would have had this boy for dinner one night. Would have grabbed him and drained him without ever knowing what other pleasures he could have found in sharing his company…
"Then what do you want?" Riley's voice was as low, and as soft as his lover’s. He hoped he could give him what he wanted, he would do anything to ease the vampire's pain. Anything short of dying... Maybe if he could please Spike, the tightness and pain that dwelt in his own chest ever since Buffy’s sleep-driven confession would ease a little. That would be nice.
"Just... to not..." Spike's mind flailed about helplessly, searching for something eloquent to say. He was still a bloody awful poet and he wouldn’t inflict that on anyone again. Instead, he stuck to what he knew best: the truth. "Just to not be alone... anymore."
A relieved smile crossed Riley’s face, he could do that. Could do that easily, his apartment might not be very large but there was a comfortable couch, a great TV, a fridge stocked with beer, a good-sized shower and considering their proclivities...an absolutely huge bed. It would fit the bill for now. "Guess I can fill that order. I hate being alone too and I spend far too much of my time that way."
Riley’s smile got broader as he tried to add a bit of levity to the situation. Maybe Spike wouldn’t mind indulging in his favourite non-slaying, non-sexual pastime. It was worth a shot. "Hope you don't mind watching basketball... I'm kind of a sports nut. You know, all-American boy..."
"Can't get any decent sports on my telly," Spike murmured, the tone in the boy’s voice was down-right infectious. He could feel his melancholy fading as his chosen one’s youthful exuberance reasserted itself. "Rabbit ears are shot to shit."
"So come over to my place. I'll even spring for the beer." The words of invitation were out of Riley’s mouth before he had time to actually think about it. His house was now open to Spike, the vampire had free run of the place...which might not be a bad thing. In fact, it was a very, very good thing. "Plus, I've got a really big, really comfortable bed. No satin sheets but if you're sold on them, I could buy some. Just not in peach, okay?"
"Black?" Spike arched his eyebrow, just moments from turning back over to face Riley. A strange feeling was coursing through him, one that he hadn’t felt in years. Happy, he was happy...and it felt so bloody good. **Alone..I’ m not goin’ to be alone anymore. How in the name of the nine Hells did this happen?**
"I can do black....or red. Just no peach and no lilac. That okay with you?" Riley could feel the tension easing in the shoulders that he was still kissing. He barely held back the urge to heave a huge sigh of relief. The ex-commando said a silent prayer to whatever deity watched over the Hellmouth as he waited for his companion’s response.
"Yeah... s'fine," he shrugged, quietly thanking whatever gods happened to be smiling on a once very naughty vampire named William that day. Spike knew this was more than he deserved but he wasn’t going to kick up a fuss about it. Kicking up a fuss usually ended up in losing everything one held dear.
And right now, what he held dear was plastered to his back; that big warm body and the thick, heavy cock rising again as Riley’s interest was rekindled. Good. He could go for a hard shag right about now. Trying to keep from seeming too eager, Spike picked at said sheets with a disgusted snort. "Not like I chose these, myself, anyway." Fuckin' Harm.
The young man ran his hand down Spike's side, lingering once he reached the lush curves of his ass. Riley had to admit it to himself, the vampire had a damn nice one. High and tight, fitting perfectly into his big palm. The feel of it reminding him that it was a place he still so desperately wanted to be. **Down boy. Stop thinking with your dick for once, okay? **
His next question was meant to establish that the storm between them had blown over. That they were back on an even keel…well, as even a keel as the two of them could manage. But it conveyed so much more, his tone was tinged with his rekindled desire and Riley didn’t move his hand away. "So are we good here?"
Spike couldn't withhold the soft purr of yearning at Riley's touch and he found himself nestling more closely to that large, warm body. "Yeah..." he folded his left arm and propped it under his head, silently anticipating where that hand would touch him next.
It would be nice if the boy finished what he’d started. If Riley didn't bring it up and tried to get all noble-like, then Spike was damn sure going to pounce on him. The vampire wanted to shag, pure and simple. He wanted to feel those fingers inside him again, followed by the satiny cock that was currently rubbing a very sensitive spot on his back.
**There are times when I'm so damned male...I should be concentrating on giving comfort and all I really want to do is lift that leg over mine and fuck him.** Riley chastised himself but didn't stop stroking that same smooth curve. His fingers dipped down and around, lightly brushing the cleft and then back up. He kissed the nape of Spike's neck, his mouth opening over that tender spot, warming the skin as he gave into temptation.
Spike turned his head, arching his neck into that gentle touch. His lips parted as the wanting rushed in again, rolling over him, like a rough, incoming tide. The vampire lifted his right hand and ran his fingers back through that fine summery-blond hair. It was so silken to the touch, sifting through his fingers and over his palm like a feather-soft wave. Pity the boy kept it so damned short, Spike knew he could spend hours doing nothing but combing through it. Just like he had his princess’ dark locks.
Riley groaned as those self-same fingers lightly brushed the nape of his neck. He was sensitive there, so sensitive that had he been standing, his knees would have buckled. His mouth brushed over Spike’s slender shoulder again. The taste of him was damned intoxicating, cold like ice cream and just as delicious. Riley had to have more, probably would never get enough. "Spike..."
Lifting his head, Spike turned a little and met Riley's steady gaze. Their faces were just a whisper apart as curiosity and dread mixed in with the watery grey and blue of the vampire’s eyes. He waited and hoped…
"Do you still want me to...." Rather than finishing the sentence, Riley simply pressed his very hard cock into the centre of Spike's back. He held it there for a minute, refraining from giving into the urge to dive right in. If Spike said no, he’d deal with it...He’d go home and make use of his shower until his hand was raw but he’d accept it if his companion wasn’t ready for anything more this morning.
Spike shuddered at the touch of that heated flesh against his own. His slim fingers gripped Riley's hair just a bit tighter. Nuzzling the boy's cheek, he nodded.
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**Thank you...Thank You....THANK YOU...Yes, Riley Finn, there is a god.** Riley raised his hand to his mouth and wet his fingers again. With great tenderness, he reached down, sliding along the curve of that ass and finding what he sought by touch alone. His fingers slid in like a knife going through warm butter and Spike's whole body trembled. Tremors usually weren’t a good thing and Riley murmured against the vampire’s cheek. "You okay?"
Turning a little more to brush a kiss over the boy’s lips while his own quivered almost imperceptibly, Spike nodded again. There was a pleading note threaded through his quiet request, "Please, Riley..."
The ex-marine briefly considered having Spike roll over onto his back but decided this position would work just as well. Probably better, considering his own inexperience with such things. Riley licked his palm, slicking up his cock as best he could and making a mental note to take a trip to the nearest drug store before he went to class. It looked like lube was going to be part of his regular shopping list for quite sometime.
Spike leaned back against that large, firm body positioned behind him... The boy felt so good, so bloody solid, like a breathing wall of flesh. The blond felt as though he could shoulder anything that might come along, as long as that lovely body was still there, embracing him, supporting him.
Chosen one, human companion, protector... mate, the titles didn’t matter, all that mattered was this. This closeness, this need for each other, this desire which was about to be consummated... again. His right hand slipped down and smoothed over Riley's thigh. Pulse beat right under his fingertips, strong and steady and better than anything he’d felt in years.
There was the merest whisper of sound from the satin sheet above them as he lifted Spike's leg over his own, settling their bodies into the correct position. Riley licked his suddenly dry lips before speaking again, his voice came out husky and deep, subtly different than before. "Are you ready for me?"
The quiet tone was vaguely reminiscent of the first and last male that had ever done this to Spike, but Angelus had never been this gentle. Had never been gentle at all...Riley held back, the tip of his cock lightly pressing against that small, tight hole. His heartbeat was steady, his hands sure and his eyes wide open, gazing down into Spike's with infinite tenderness. He wouldn’t move without permission even though his body was urging him onward.
Spike nodded silently, eyes falling closed as he leaned forward ever so slightly. He planted both hands on the marble slab beneath him, putting his long neck and powerful shoulders on display. That vision made Riley’s mouth literally water. Yup, he wanted this and he wanted it right now.
Which was good because Spike was just about to get his wish.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Riley entered him slowly, feeling each ring of muscle give way. He stopped, waited for a beat before pressing forward. A hiss of delight made its way past his teeth, this was so much more than he'd expected. Spike was beyond tight, so tight that it bordered on painful. Such coolness, so slick, so inviting, so lovingly encasing his cock... It was a good thing he'd come once already because he wouldn't have made it even halfway through the first stroke.
Spike bit his lower lip between his teeth, eyes pinched shut as he was carefully stretched and filled by his lover's cock. He could feel the boy’s heavy pulse inside his body, the heat and marvel of feeling something so human rendered him speechless. It was as if that pulse were his very own, as if his long dead body had come to life again. This was better than feeding from him, better than holding his cock in his mouth, even better than driving his hardness into Riley’s lovely bottom...
His arms shook from the depth of sensation, attempting to give way under him. Taking a short, purposeful breath in through his nose, Spike hooked his foot into the crook of Riley's knee and rocked his hips back. That very action forced the former soldier's cock a bit deeper and that pulse grew even stronger. A deep, rumbling purr filled the room as he expressed his joy at finally being joined with his beautiful boy.
"Ohhhh..." Riley closed his eyes, it felt so good, so damned good. Nothing had ever felt like this before... Of course he'd been telling himself that ever since he'd dropped to his knees in this crypt last night. Every single sensation had been so new, he’d been like an over-eager virgin. Wanting it all at once.
But this...this defied description. All he could do was feel, not think... just feel...
The vampire cried out, his head falling back and lolling to one side as he drew one of Riley's arms tightly around his body. He literally dragged that long, heavy frame flush up against his back. With a deft twist of his shoulders, he nuzzled the warm temple of the man behind him. His trembling mouth pressing a kiss there as he continued to thrust back against that marvellously thick cock. Bigger than Angelus, bigger...and so much better.
Riley was all the way in, buried completely within that long, lithe body and he never wanted to leave it ever again. One hand gripped Spike's hip tightly. In the back of his mind, Riley knew he would probably leave a bruise with that punishing hold... a bruise that due to his lover’s nature would fade in minutes.
It didn’t make it right, didn’t make it right that he was hurting Spike but he couldn’t seem to let go. And the vampire made not one sound of protest at being treated so brutally. If he’d done this to Buffy she would have let him know in no uncertain terms that he was being too rough. Chalk it up to another difference between his two lovers…
The young man’s hips began to move of their own accord. Unconsciously setting a slow, steady pace, one that matched the rhythm of his own heartbeat. As he moved to that primal beat, a litany kept repeating in his head. **I love this... I love this... I love this... I love... I love...**
Black-tipped fingers raked down over the soft, supple skin of Riley's hip. They left white streaks behind, which soon became pale red, raised welts. Spike tipped his head back, open mouth just brushing Riley's. He ran his tongue over those lips lightly, silently pleading for admittance into that warm haven.
With a moan of acquiescence, Riley Finn opened his mouth, letting him in without hesitation. Their tongues interwove with one another, following the spirit of the dance their bodies were already engaged in. The early morning air was punctuated by their soft, guttural moans and the slither of satin sheets as Riley lost himself in the slick tightness of the vampire’s marvellous body. All conscious thought had vanished, what remained was only instinct. And that instinct was to bury himself as deeply as he could, spill his seed there and mark this creature as his very own.
The vampire drew back, drew out of their kiss. Riley's tongue flickered over Spike’s upper lip as his arm wrapped around Riley's neck tightly. His midnight dark eyes were pinched shut, his handsome face contorted into something approaching ecstasy. "Fuck... oh, Christ, fuck me... harder..." he groaned, slipping his tongue back inside the boy’s warm, eager mouth.
Riley complied, his big body moving faster and harder. He tried to find purchase on the satiny sheets but couldn't, they were just too damn slick. A growl of frustration issued from deep within and he ordered Spike to move with a terse, "Not working... Hands and knees, Spike..."
His lover rolled forward as best he could, but was hampered by the fact that Riley's cock was still buried deep inside him. Still buried and still moving in that addictive fashion. "Gotta come *with* me, pillock," Spike said, Riley's frustration echoed in his voice.
The impatience in that deep voice struck the young man as funny and he laughed out loud, the sound of his mirth filling the otherwise silent crypt. Even after Spike growled at him, Riley kept laughing but he followed as well. With a minimum of effort and without missing a stroke, they made the transition. Fortunately there were enough pillows lying around to keep the hard marble underneath the sheets from bruising Riley’s knees.
Once in place, Riley laid one huge hand on the back of Spike's neck, holding him in place as he finally fulfilled the vampire's request. He fucked that glorious body hard and deep, pulling almost all the way out with every stroke and plunging back in. The slap-slap of their bodies permeated the room along with the heady scent of sex.
Spike gripped the edge of the slab, growling and moaning his appreciation. His platinum blond head twisted to one side, cheek lying flush against the cool satin, as the boy pounded him. Each powerful thrust caused his body to lurch forward.
Now he finally understood why the Slayer thrashed about and moaned like a bitch in heat on those long summer nights. He’d never had a such an eager and bloody well talented partner. Especially when he did that twisting thing with his hips, the one that drove his cock right up against that tight bundle of nerves even Angelus couldn’t hit on a regular basis. If there was one thing he could say about Riley Finn, despite all his virginal hesitancy, the boy knew how to fuck.
With one hand on his partner's hip, Riley reached around with the other, searching for Spike's cock. He felt that exquisite body shudder under him as his hand found its mark, engulfing the length in one smooth motion. The reaction from the vampire was damned satisfying; Spike bit into the pillow, his slender frame shaking like a leaf as a long, drawn-out whimper escaped from him.
Spike's back bowed like a cat's and he propped himself up on his elbows, clawing at the sheets, his forehead coming to rest between his two hands. The sensations coursing through him were nothing short of amazing.
Riley was so close, so very close. His heart was racing, sweat trickled down his back, his breath coming in short, quick pants. The facade of civilization had been peeled off in layers over the course of the prior night and this morning. All of his former uncertainty was gone, he was top dog again... At least for the moment. Riley tightened his jaw and muttered, using words he’d never uttered before. "Gonna come soon... gonna fill your sweet ass with come...."
Spike continued to meet Riley thrust for thrust. His inner muscles clenching mercilessly around the large intrusion buried inside him as he strained. Long, elegant body strung taut and wracked with tremors. He was keening in delight, his sobs of ecstasy echoing throughout that cold chamber. Had anyone passed by his lonely little crypt that morning they would have been treated to the sound of a man being very well loved.
With a deep moan of carnal fulfilment, Riley leaned over, plastering his chest to Spike's back. He twisted his wrist so that he was buffing the head of the vampire's cock with every up-stroke. As his own orgasm washed over him, the former soldier opened his mouth and sank his teeth into Spike's shoulder, hard... Breaking through the pale skin in an act of savagery that would have shocked anyone else who knew him.
The sudden, sharp pain did it for him, did it for him every single time. Angelus had known that and somehow, this boy knew it too. Throwing his head back and loosing a loud, strangled cry, Spike pumped into Riley's fist at a frantic pace. His seed spilling over Riley's fingers, his whole body convulsing and bucking violently with the force of his climax. It seemed to go on forever, each wave growing stronger as the boy continued to milk every last drop out of him.
Riley sucked on the small wound for a few moments, until it registered that what he tasted was blood. Very powerful blood, thick and cold, filling his mouth with promises of eternity. It sent his senses reeling and he had to force himself to let go, to back away. After their conversation about being turned and his own misunderstanding of Spike's loneliness, this was not good.
Looking down at his partner’s shoulder, Riley felt his stomach churn. He’d left one hell of a mark, the double crescent indentations left by his teeth immediately purpling. A dark trail of blood seeped from the wound, trickling down the pale curve towards Spike’s pillow. He murmured a shocked apology, "Sorry...Didn't mean to hurt you..."
Body still riddled with mild tremors, Spike's arms refused to hold him up any longer. He crumpled, face down, onto the slab while the back half of his body remained perched high in the air. His shoulder stung but that tiny amount of pain was nothing when compared with the absolute pleasure still humming through the rest of him.
He knew the boy had tasted his blood, had tasted it and enjoyed it which was all well and good. Vampires and humans could share blood without a turning being involved. Long as the vamp didn’t take too much, a good time could be had by all or at least that’s what he’d heard.
Dallying with humans hadn’t been his strong suit, not until now anyway. But after having been with Riley, he knew that was going to change. There was a bit of panic in the boy’s voice and Spike felt compelled to sooth it away. No need to worry his lover, no need at all. "S'alright... little bit now and then won't do no harm..." he murmured.
Riley was still leery of what he had done as he stared at the bite mark. Violence was part and parcel of his life but this had been the first time he'd ever deliberately hurt his partner. He was such a big man and his taste had always run toward tiny women. In the past, he'd always held back, had always been gentle and considerate, always cognizant of his size and strength. Even with Buffy...
But with Spike, he didn't have to reign it in, didn't have to control the darker side of his nature. And that was very... liberating. Not to mention damned scary.
Spike felt a strange twinge of loss as Riley's flagging erection slipped from his body... feeling his borrowed humanity going with it. The vampire sighed in regret before easing down onto his stomach and rolling over. He winced slightly at the soreness of the bite on his shoulder, but it had begun to heal the moment Riley had released him, so it was of no consequence.
The soreness of other parts of his body, he quite frankly, relished. "I'm okay... really. It felt so good..." He held his hand out, palm up, to the young man, arching his dark brow in silent invitation. Now that their frantic coupling was over, Spike was ready for a nice, warm cuddle and a snog or two. And he knew from having slept with Riley, this boy was a first-rate cuddler.
Riley took that hand and allowed himself to be drawn back down into the bed. In a reversal of how they'd awakened, the young man laid his head down on Spike's shoulder and curled himself around the vampire, warming him with his body. He was tired and sore in places he didn’t even know existed until this morning. Hadn't known you could hurt there and that the hurting could feel so good at the same time.
Spike's arms enfolded Riley. Slim, cool legs tangling with the ex-marine's as he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to the boy's lips. Passion was abated, this was about intimacy and trust. Nuzzling Riley's forehead while soaking up a little more of that blessed heat, the vampire was at peace with his world. A slow, even purr rumbled from his chest, filling the room with the sounds of warm contentment.
It was like curling up with a cat; albeit a very big, rather cold cat. Spike was much more affectionate than Riley had ever expected and he was grateful for that. Lord knows he'd been needed some validation, some genuine heart-felt tenderness in his life. He could be content to lie here for the rest of the morning, alternately dozing and making love...His eyelids started to drift downward, sleep...sleep would be good.
But if he fell asleep now, he'd miss his first class which might send Buffy out looking for him. That thought made him sit bolt upright, startling his companion who had also been on the edge of slumber. It was daytime and they were courting disaster here. Riley knew for a fact that she made it a habit of visiting Spike whenever she needed information.
The fear he'd experienced earlier was nothing compared to this. "Spike...I gotta go. I gotta go, now."
Spike pushed himself up into a sitting position after the young man had jerked up out of his arms. "Well..." he glanced down at his black-tipped fingers and then eased himself off of the slab. His entire body was one giant ache. It was a good ache, one that spoke of being well and truly fucked. Something he’d been needing desperately. Shaggin’ that bint Harmony never gave him this kind of after-glow.
"Alright then," he shrugged. If the boy had to go, he had to go. All he could do was wait and hope that he’d make good on his promises and return to him. The blood bond could only go so far, the rest was up to Riley. And if this morning was any indication, there was every chance of it. So long as his young lover didn’t lose his nerve.
Spike retrieved his jeans from the floor and slipped into them. His movements were languid, reflecting just how good he really felt. After a moment of searching, he collected his cigarettes from the floor and took a seat in his armchair. He watched with his eyes at half-mast as Riley hurriedly dressed himself in clothes still half-damp from the storm the night before.
Riley grimaced as he shimmied into his jeans. They were almost dry but they'd shrunk a little in the cold night air, they now fit him like a second skin. He didn't bother with his boxers, just stuffed them into the front pocket of his pullover once he donned it. Socks were discarded as a lost cause and still damp boots pulled on rapidly.
He looked over at where Spike was sitting with an unlit cigarette dangling from careless fingers. The vampire's expression was one of quiet dread, as if he thought Riley would forget all his promises once he walked out that door into the morning sunshine. There was no way he could leave the crypt until he set those fears aside.
Spike slouched in his chair quietly, rolling the cigarette between his fingers as he stared at it fixedly. There was nothing to say. What *could* he say? 'Ta very much for the shag, seeya when I seeya'? He frowned to himself, dark brows knitted together. No. He'd just let him go... he was already half-way out the door, as it was... to try to say something now, anything at all, would just be an awkward pain that neither of them could bear to take.
He'd just let him go...
With three quick strides, Riley was across the room. He had to set Spike straight, let him know this wasn’t the brush-off that he was expecting. Due to the unfamiliar tightness of his jeans, Riley knelt cautiously beside the chair, drawing Spike's undivided attention as he reached out to cup his chin. A flash of something close to pain was reflected in his midnight blue eyes.
**Set the record straight, do it now before he gets hurt any more.** The vampire shied away from those fingers and Riley's jaw tightened a little. His voice was a little harsh as he sought to explain his abrupt behaviour. "Spike... I have a class in about 40 minutes. I'm gonna run home and shower because I smell like sex... Really good, hot, sweaty sex... and I don't want my fellow students to be jealous. But that's not the reason I'm rushing out of here."
"What is the reason, then?" Spoken mildly, chased with a slight quirk of the corner of his mouth. Hell, it was the closest Riley had ever heard the vampire come to sounding almost polite. If this shift in behaviour was a result of their recent activities, Riley would be more than willing to volunteer to be in charge of Spike’s attitude adjustment.
"There's no lock on the door to this place... Can you imagine what would have happen to you if Buffy came waltzing in say about... 5 minutes ago?" Five minutes ago when his cock had been buried to the hilt in Spike’s body, when both of them had been screaming in orgasmic release. Five minutes ago when his whole life changed…
"Fuck me," he muttered, eyes widening almost comically. That possibility had never even entered Spike’s mind. The consequences of her discovering this little secret would be beyond cataclysmic.
"Un-huh... You would have been dust and she would have wiped the floor with me because I would have tried my damnedest to stop her. She *hates* you Spike... With a fiery passion. You sleeping with her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend would be just the excuse she needs to rid the world of you." Riley's expression was one of complete and open honesty. "If we're going to have a relationship, we have to move you somewhere that has a lockable, Slayer-proof door."
Relationship, he’d said something about a relationship...and ex-boyfriend? Had he still possessed a heartbeat, it would have been racing if not stopped altogether from the shock of hearing those words. This was what Spike wanted, really wanted, but he’d expected more of a row over dumping the Slayer. Once again, Riley had surprised the hell out of him.
Unable to make a comment about the whole relationship idea without wanting to dance for joy, Spike had to focus on something else. If he didn’t, he knew that the next words out of his mouth would be a declaration of love and there was no way his beautiful boy was be ready for that. He glanced around the crypt for a moment. The lad did have a very good point. "But... where would I go?"
"We'll have to look around. I'm sure we can find you an apartment somewhere. In the meantime, I'll get the locks changed at my place. She hardly ever visits and there's a back door." Riley leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on Spike's half-open mouth.
When the vampire moaned and tried to deepen the kiss, the young man pulled away, shaking his head. It was a gentle refusal, one punctuated with a small smile and a warm hand cradling Spike’s cheek. "Of course once I break it off with her, she won't have any real excuse to drop by anyway."
Spike chuckled softly. "Yeah..." He caught Riley's hand in both of his, fidgeted with it quietly. His thumbs smoothing over the back of it as he admired the size and strength that that hand signified. He’d seen the ex-marine in action, he was bleedin’ hell on wheels in a fight. But after last night Spike was more than aware of the care and gentleness that hand was capable of. No one had ever shown him such caring before…
"I'll see you tonight? It'll take me awhile to get the locks changed and I'll take care of the other thing over lunch." Riley frowned, knowing what he just said sounded rather cruel. But there was no real polite way to put it. Buffy had lost him, lost him through her callousness and her inability to treat him as an equal partner. The fact that she loved someone else while she still slept with him didn’t help her case at all.
The plain and simple truth of the matter was, she didn’t need him. Buffy had her mom, her little sister and the whole Scooby core in her life. And slaying and school and her buried but not-forgotten love for Angel. She honestly had no use for him and Spike apparently did. And that was enough for Riley. "I don't cheat, Spike. And it's not fair to Buffy or to you for me to string her along."
The blond vampire nodded silently, released Riley's hand and clasped both of his own hands together between his knees. He had to keep them pinned there. Had he not done so, he would have pulled his lover back down into his arms. Pulled him back down, bent him over the back of a chair and shagged him to within an inch of his life. And wouldn’t that be a fine sight for the Slayer to walk in on….
"You do understand which one of you I have chosen, right? And it's not because of the bite, trust me on this..." He ran one hand carelessly through his hair, wanting to make sure he got his point across. Riley was completely focused on his companion’s downcast face, his voice level as he stared at Spike, "She doesn't need me... and I think that you do. Am I right?"
Spike's bowed head snapped up and he met Riley's eyes. Shock was written all over his face, how in the hell had the boy read him so well? He considered denying it for a moment, not wanting to lose what little control he had left. But the look on Riley’s face stopped him from doing something very, very stupid. "I..." he ducked his head again, picking at the chipped polish on his nails. "Yeah," the single word was barely audible, but spoken earnestly.
"I'll be back at sunset... I promise. But now, I gotta go..." Riley placed one finger under the vampire's chin, lifting it until their eyes met. He leaned forward, never closing his eyes, wanting Spike to know that he knew exactly who he was kissing goodbye. Only after their lips met, did he finally close them, savouring the taste for one lingering moment.
Spike closed his own eyes, relishing the feel of Riley's lips against his. A quiet whimper escaped from him as his right hand came up to clench a fistful of knitted wool. There was something so good, so sweet and honest in this lad’s kiss, something he’d been missing his entire life. He could lean forward into forever with the taste of a kiss such as this one on his lips.
One soft sweep of his tongue, lightly teasing and giving unspoken promises to the vampire in his arms, then Riley was on his feet, moving quickly toward the door. "I'll see you tonight... If she doesn't put me in the hospital..." That last comment was softened by a smile as Riley opened the door just enough for his big body to slip through.
With one backward glance, he was gone.
Spike leaned back in his seat and finally lit that cigarette, tucked his feet up in the chair and glanced at the bed. Complete disaster area. Sheets stained and strewn all about, pillows scattered all over the floor. He tsked to himself as he took another drag of his cigarette. But a thought occurred to him and suddenly, the blond vampire found himself smiling.
He wouldn't even have to bother tidying the mess up this time... he could just leave it all, leave everything right like it was. Because by the time Riley returned that night, he'd have himself a new home. An honest-to-bleedin'-goodness home. And he'd finally have somebody to be there, the very person who would turn that place into a home just by being there.
With a small, contented smile still tugging at his lips, Spike scratched a hand through his hair. He took another long drag on his cigarette and waited patiently for sunset.