Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror
Chapter 12.
AddictedToBuffy: Smut? Here, now, I don’t write smut! I extol the virtues of harmonious sharing and er, rapturous conjugation. Of which, there will be plenty below. ;) The potion will hopefully make sense in the coming chapters. Malfoys never leave anything to chance.
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Though it felt a little silly Riley still knocked on the door and waited for a muffled voice to sound before he twisted the knob. All in all he felt silly, standing out in a hallway lined with Grecian statues and Victorian paintings in a green and black velvet evening robe and matching slippers. All he was missing was a pipe and monocle. He sincerely hoped Angel was dressed similar or he was going to feel like a complete ass.

He wasn’t, but Riley couldn’t really complain since all the man was wearing were his black slacks, waiting for him just inside the door. His mother had specially selected this room out of hundreds and Riley knew he should pay more attention to the details, but Angel solely held his focus as soon as he walked in. The man was built for sex, broad shoulders and chest leading down to narrow hips that were just rising from the waist of his pants. Good muscle definition but nothing so ripped that veins were popping and he’d look in need of a good coating of oil to avoid rupturing. No, he was perfect, pale skin glowing in the room’s lamplight, and Riley briefly wondered if he could still retreat. Damn, but he was nowhere in this guy’s class in looks, especially not now, with this ridiculous hair.

“This is new for me and wow, feels awkward,” Angel blurted suddenly, popping the bubble of anxiety that had suddenly bloomed with Riley’s entrance.

Riley knew he wasn’t referring to the whole gay sex thing, or at least he’d better not be since Riley was counting on him knowing what to do. “No arranged marriages in your past life?” he gently teased.

“That’s what this feels like, doesn’t it?” Angel softly chuckled, shaking his head. “I almost was, but I think I slept with her married sister.” He scratched his chin, making the muscles in his arm bunch in a new distracting way. “Or cousin, I can’t recall which.”

“That long ago?” Riley asked, becoming comfortable with the guy talk. He started to take in the room, venturing away from the security of the door. Caught up in scrutinizing a portrait hung above the dresser he didn’t notice the equally hungry flare in golden eyes before the vampire wrested himself back under control.

“Yes, but also because I wasted my life from the bottom of a bottle,” Angel said, turning to follow Riley’s progress around the room. “Sobriety was for those who didn’t have the sense to be drunk and so deserved their misery. What are you doing?”

While Angel had been talking Riley had taken his wand from out of concealment and aimed it at the sneering blond who was most likely an ancestor. It felt good having his wand back and he was thankful his father had had it and it’d not been left back at Hogwarts. “Just making sure we’re the only two who know what’s going on in this room.” Whether or not they only had his safety in mind Riley wasn’t going to let his parents watch him have sex. A few simple wards and they had their privacy. The woman in the painting scowled down at them before huffily leaving the frame.

“Who was that?” Angel asked.

Riley eeped! at hearing the man right in his ear, the deep rumble scant warning before hands settled on his waist. “Ju, ah, just a painting. No one,” those hands firmly tugged him around until silvery grey met golden brown, “should, uh, be able to spy on us now.” With the room now warded he reluctantly pushed his wand back into its little pocket of nothing.

“Good,” Angel said in a tone that suggested he could have cared less if the entire Hogwarts student body watched them. The bed was somehow a few steps away, too close for Riley’s peace of mind, but Angel just smiled at his obvious nervousness. “I can, if you want, I can enthrall you. It’ll make things easier. You’ll want to do anything I ask though you won’t remember much.”

Bespell him? “No. Sex is power in my world. Trust the wrong wizard and they could magically drain you. I can count my number of lovers on one hand and still have enough fingers left over entertain Junior.” His smile was self critical, but Angel just nodded, emboldening him to push on. “That was a sacrifice I made to become one of the youngest Transfiguration Masters in America, but that doesn’t mean . . . look, I find you attractive, alright? Make me spell it out any more than that and I’ll hex your ass, curse or no.” Man was fucking gorgeous, but no need to give the man any more on him than he already had.

By Angel’s smirk he’d made himself out to be a complete loser, but then Riley saw the hunger just before the brunette again greedily touched his French braided hair. “Okay. I think you know I’m not going to hurt you. Let’s just start with what’s familiar. Sound good?”

“Okay,” Riley agreed and leaned in to take the vampire’s mouth in an exploratory kiss. Lip locking girls or guys took the same level of skill and he’d practiced plenty on both sexes when he’d been younger. This he could do. It was different, not having to fold himself in half to reach the other man’s mouth. Yay for tall vampires.

Truthfully, he could do everything else the night promised. There had just never been anyone he trusted enough to let them literally inside his body. Certainly no other wizard. He shuddered to think of surrendering that level of control to another wizard. Sex was power, he’d told Angel the truth of that. If done mutually, like between his parents, all parties reaped the energy rush. Riley had heard about the power lovemaking could generate, but he’d also heard about the power rape that some wizards got off on and Riley was no one’s victim.

He trusted Angel, or rather he trusted the power of the mirror. For this night Angel loved him more than anyone or anything else alive. Riley could feel it in the way the other man pressed into him, returning his kiss with mounting fervor, large hands kneading his back. Angel was completely his. Yes, he’d be sacrificing something for this night, but he decided then and there it was something he was willing to lose.

Nimble fingers made quick work of his robe’s tie, briskly shoving the heavy material off his shoulders. Used to the touch of body warm hands Angel’s felt shockingly cool sliding down his skin. Riley shivered and nipped at the brunette’s bottom lip in retaliation, his own hands fumbling with the button to Angel’s slacks. Getting them finally open Riley made a pleased sound around Angel’s tongue, slipping his hands under the slack waistband and around to take a double handful of ass.

Angel growled and Riley abruptly found himself sprawled out across the bed. Propping up on his elbows he watched Angel do an altogether too sexy shimmy with his hips, sending his pants to the floor before he slinked up between Riley’s spread legs. The blond wizard watched him come with baited breath, excited to discover what Angel planned next and hoping it involved his cock happily waving hello to the vampire.

The man did not surge up the bed to resume their kissing. No, he took the scenic route, employing hands, lips, teeth, tongue, the smooth planes of his cheeks and even his overly inquisitive nose to map every inch of Riley’s long legs. “Even these have changed,” he murmured, running blunt nails through the dusting of now translucent hairs that covered Riley’s legs.

“Yeah,” Riley grunted, uncaring that the carpet and trim matched the drapes. “Angel,” he warned, sitting up to grab a handful of dark hair to try and pull the man up to him. If they were going to do this than he wanted to do it already, before he completely lost his nerve.

“So impatient,” Angel chuckled, licking a broad swipe up the inside of Riley’s thigh. The wizard’s breath hitched as that same tongue laved his balls, rough and barely damp. His legs tried to instinctively draw up at the almost painful touch, but only partially succeeded for the obvious reason of six feet plus of horny vampire. Angel’s large hands gripped the backs of his thighs, shoving his legs higher as he ventured lower.

Riley fell back with a disbelieving noise of pleasure. “Fuck,” he whimpered, fisting the coverlet at the indescribable sensation of Angel’s tongue pushing into his rectum. Why the hell had no one ever done that before? “Harder!”

Harder Angel did, stabbing his tongue as deep as it would go, again and again until Riley was pretty sure he’d come from just that. He writhed on the bed, fisting his cock roughly to the rhythm Angel had going, rushing headlong to the precipice. He just needed a little more . . .

Then it all stopped. Quicker than he could voice protest Riley’s grip was ripped from his angry erection, wrists pinned to the mattress. “Hey!” Angel crested from between his sweat dampened thighs, mouth never leaving Riley’s flesh as he nibbled his leisurely way to the crown of Riley’s frustrated desire. The blond cursed his teasing, trying to buck him off, but Angel was not deterred. Laughing brown eyes glanced up at him before he took Riley’s entire length in one swallow and sucked and sucked.

With an inarticulate yell Riley came. He gushed down Angel’s throat, hips convulsively jerking, spine arching. Angel took it all, riding him out until Riley collapsed boneless back to the bed, purring in his pleasurable lassitude. No one sucked cock like Angel, the blond deliriously decided. Certified genius. Deserved an award.

Kisses rained on his pleasure warmed flesh, his thighs, hips and belly, hands kneading his limp muscles. “You purr like a cat,” Angel rumbled affectionately.

“Hmmm.” Riley petted the dark head resting on his stomach. Give him a minute and he’d think about returning the favor.

The vampire rose up over him, a dark shadow that stretched out before settling back. Rolling his head Riley slit his eyes open to see Angel studying a dark, squat corked jar he’d retrieved from the bedside table. When he rotated the jar Riley could see the French label. “It’s safe to use.”

Angel wasted no time at popping the cork with his endorsement though his nose wrinkled at the strong wafting of lavender that rose up. Riley laughed at his expression, rolling onto his side and toppling the vampire to land behind him with a sweep of his legs. The air huffed out of Angel in a sharp grunt, his flummoxed expression sending Riley into another fit of soft laughter. He quickly straddled the burlier man, wanting to put his hands on those muscular pectorals, to feel those dusky nipples harden. If he was going to do this then he was going to do it, dammit, and not just have it done to him.

“Oh I get it,” Angel grinned, doing his own exploring of the pliant young wizard leering down at him. “Sex makes Riley happy.” He caught the ribbon holding Riley’s long braid and ripped it off, his large hand making quick work of the tight weave until a slightly wavy curtain fell over Riley’s shoulders.

“You figure?” Riley drawled back, determinedly ignoring his annoying hair. He was still feeling the happy lassitude of his orgasm, content to concentrate on just touching all that lovely flesh. Angel really was stunning and with his vampiric strength thrumming at the edge of Riley’s magical perceptions it was like stroking a sated panther. So much potential violence leashed to his arousal. It was a heady rush, to realize Angel was all his to possess. He leaned forward, wanting to bite all that skin, to break the dark vampire’s control.

A large hand stroked over his ass, slick with oil. “I’m not going to hurt you, Riley,” Angel said, brown meeting grey, asking and giving permission. Riley sank his teeth into hard muscle and shivered to feel a thick finger find his anus and slowly sink in. He squirmed a bit, he couldn’t help it, and broke through Angel’s skin. The vampire was growling, but he didn’t sound angered. Quite the opposite. Blood trickled into Riley’s mouth and Angel twisted his finger in its tight new home. Found that spot that made Riley squirm for altogether different reasons and got in a second finger without too much fuss.

Riley lifted his head with a hiss, fingers digging into the brunette’s shoulders as he tried to relax muscles that wanted to instinctively clench. Angel was kissing and nipping wherever he could, craning his neck to catch the blond’s blood smeared mouth. “One more, love. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He was moving them in and out, spreading them apart to stretch Riley wider, to force his muscles to give in ways they weren’t meant to, but he nodded, swallowing copper tasting spit. “Yeah, okay.”

The third finger didn’t come right away. Angel worked his ass for a few minutes, got him back in that happy place by knuckling his prostate until Riley’s eyes were rolling in their sockets. When the third finger went in he barely bucked, ready for anything Angel was ready to give.

“Now, Angel. Let’s to do it already,” Riley demanded, wanting, needing more. Whatever the older man searched for in his eyes he found, smiling as he pulled out his fingers with a deft twist that forced all the air out of Riley’s body with a thready moan. Angel caressed up his thigh before taking firm hold of Riley’s one hip and slowly guiding him back and down onto a hugely erect cock he held steady with his other hand.

The cockhead felt absolutely enormous pressing insistently against the lips of his anus and Riley hissed at the burn as it slowly breached his pucker. It hurt, but not in a way he couldn’t learn to enjoy. “That’s it, that’s it,” Angel was groaning, the strain on his face making Riley want to grin in triumph. “Nice and slow.”

Once the head cleared the rest slid in easily, deeper than the blond had ever felt anything. Angel’s hands were leaving bruises, but Riley barely noticed, mesmerized watching the vampire’s struggle to keep control. The man’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head, teeth gritted and nostrils flaring for unnecessary breath.

Riley shifted and the cock inside brushed against his prostate. His entire body jerked, tightening in bliss. Pushing aside any lingering pain he moved again, rising, moaning to feel Angel dragging out of his body like his ass didn’t want to let him go. His magic stirred deep down inside, curious and hungry.

Nails cut into his flesh, a whining growl of protest making its way past clenched teeth as Angel slammed him back down. Riley cried out. Surprise, pain and rough ecstasy twined so closely not even Riley could tell what won out. Spine bowing, fists clenching in the sheets, he rode that wave until it crested. Fell back into Angel’s swallowing mouth, kissing feverishly even as his thighs flexed, lifting. Such a sweet rise Riley helplessly moaned against Angel’s tongue, knowing what came next. Eyes locked in challenge and Angel drove him back down.

They began to move with that rhythm. Riley had never fucked with such deliberation, slow and gentle, then rough pounding speed. He was making noises he couldn’t hear over the crazed chanting of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ filling his head. Angel was saying something, but Riley just shook his head, silver filament whipping the air.

That almost caught his attention, the distant realization that he was glowing, but nothing mattered anymore beyond climbing as long and as high as he could go. He’d be embarrassed about fucking glowing later. His magic was un-tethered and exultant in his freedom, hungrily feasting on the sex energy overfilling the room, threatening to break loose. The tempo increased and Riley urged faster, harder, shouting his frustration when Angel wouldn’t follow. In the maelstrom of power and sex that literally cracked the walls and splintered the furniture Angel mercilessly refused to relinquish his own control. His face shifted, demon rising to the fore to capture silver eyes within gold. The smell of his own blood was calling the darker half of the demon, but he still restrained his strength. It was a battle of wills and Angel had the curse riding him; Riley could overcome one but not both together.

The room shuddered. Riley pistoned on Angel’s cock, riding the vampire as hard as the brunette’s vice grip would allow, but his magic slowly regained focus, glutted. Angel groaned to feel it, suddenly blistering hot, run the length of his body. His cock jerked, hips slamming upwards, and Riley yelped in triumph. Perhaps he could win this after all and he grinned in pure devilish greed, raking the vampire with the invisible fingers of his magic.

Angel broke. The blond shouted as he was abruptly rolled and then flipped onto his stomach. Ass yanked back into Angel’s crotch and Riley mewled to feel Angel sink even deeper. His face was buried in the sheets that already smelled of sex and he shuddered, so hard and desperate he flushed with the delicious shame of it.

“You want to fuck, boy?” Angel growled into his ear, all of his weight pressing Riley, squirming and panting, hard into the mattress.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me hard, Angel!” Riley begged, with voice and body and magic, rolling his hips in entreaty even as he lashed the vampire with his power.

“Just you remember what you asked, beautiful mate of mine,” Angel warned darkly before rearing back and proceeding to give Riley the pounding he’d shamelessly tortured from the older man. More than human strength thrust Angel’s cock in and out of his ass faster than Riley could give voice to scream. Gentleness was gone, or pushed so far down to be barely felt in the hands that refused him an inch of mercy yet did not crush fragile bones.

Riley gloried in it all.

Pain followed so closely on pleasure there was no way to separate one from the other. Working one hand down his body he fisted his own cock, desperate to come with the weight of Angel still filling his body. A few broken strokes and he cried out, coming hard enough to white out his senses. Angel growled as his body convulsed around his plunging cock, tightening in orgasm before he fell limply forward.

Not even a Dark Creature could long maintain such a furious pace. Angel’s rhythm broke with a furious lunge and a snarling grunt Riley echoed. Warmth erupted inside, spreading with each grinding thrust until Angel collapsed forward, buried to the root with his last ejaculation. Riley couldn’t support both their weights, but he barely noticed landing in the wet spot, gasping breath and jittery limbs betraying just how good and well fucked he felt.

When he squirmed Angel obligingly rolled to the side, tugging Riley with him so his softening cock stayed inside. Riley drew circles on the arm thrown across his waist, sated, sore and ready to run a marathon he was so high on power. It was hard breathing, on holding in from exploding and leveling the entire mansion. This was sex without reservations, without having to stay on his guard against another wizard or an ignorant Muggle. Wow. He giggled and a polka dotted rabbit wriggled out of one of the cracks in the far wall, hopping agilely to the floor and gnawing at the carpeting with an impressive set of jagged teeth.

A cold nose ruffled his hair and he felt more than heard the kisses Angel scattered across his crown. “Bring it down, baby.”

“Y-yeah,” Riley laughed and used the overflow to repair the room in one explosion of wandless magic. Sweet lethargy flowed in after and he snuggled back against the vampire. Cuddling was good and it was nice, being held instead of having to be the one doing the holding.

Almost on the edge of sleep he was suddenly awake, Auror honed instincts snapping him alert when Angel abruptly stiffened. They were flush back to chest, yet he felt the other man’s withdrawal, crystallized into words that stabbed him with disgust and full out loathing.

“Oh god,” Angel gasped. “What have I done?”

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TBC.