Oncoming Train

*Sex for Alice. Thanks for the dance!*

Sunday.

It was late afternoon that found Riley hesitating outside Angel's door, hand wrapped around the doorknob he wasn't sure he had the strength to turn. He'd made his decision, to walk into that room and humiliate himself. To know once and for all where he stood with the older man, but he knew already. Now, tomorrow, at the ass crack of dawn or the stroke of midnight, whenever he chose to enter this room, Angel would have him. It was immutable, and for a young seer who had quickly grown used to the flexibility of the future, it was terrifying. No matter what scenario he played out in his clairvoyant head, he would belong to the vampire. All that varied was the lapse of time and the heartache to be endured. This was the easiest way. To not run, to not fight, to give himself freely to his fate. This was where he belonged and his arm twinged, a healing reminder that he had already made this choice the other night. His hand turned the knob.

The room beyond was dark, plunged into total blackness when he soundlessly closed the door behind him. Enhanced eyesight took what little motes of light remained and pulled out the shape of the bed, the nightstand, a chair tucked into one corner. He didn't know if the vampire was awake; there was no revealing sounds of breathing to give the other man away, but he could just barely discern his supine figure lumping the dark sheets.

"Angel."

Barely spoken, but the sheets rustled, sliding to reveal pale flesh. The souled vampire propped himself up on one elbow and though his face was heavily shadowed, Riley could feel the weight of his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something more, to explain why he was here, that he'd made his choice, but his tongue prove dumb to the words.

Angel understood his purpose regardless. "Come here," he commanded and Riley found himself crawling onto the bed, arms drawing him down to lie beside the cooler body beneath the sheets. For a time all they did was lay facing each other, Angel's large hands drifting aimless, learning his contours, gentling him to the touch of another. His mind blank of thought or emotion, Riley focused on breathing.

When the hands lifted his T-shirt he shifted and shimmied, arms briefly trapped before the thin stretch of cotton went over the side of the bed. That same confident touch went to his jeans, making his breath hitch and earning him a brief kiss as denim were shucked to somewhere at the foot of the bed. Rendered nude, Riley felt his calm acceptance begin to fade, the enormity of what he was about to do made suddenly real by the intimate crush of another man's nakedness against his own. He was going to let another guy fuck him and he couldn't even get his head around the mental graphic, let alone the real thing. Sex with a guy. A guy. This couldn't happen.

He made for the edge of the bed, but was yanked back, Angel's burlier frame leaning over him. "Riley, Riley, calm down. Nothing's going to happen you don't want to happen. Just calm down, okay?" Eyes squeezed shut the blond shook his head, breath coming in harsh pants. He could feel the other man's monstrous erection poking into his leg and he must have reacted, flinched, because Angel shifted that part away. "We can do this as slow as you need to. Riley?”

Oh God, he's talking to me like I'm a virgin, Riley thought, and then he barked in laughter, realizing he was a virgin. "We can't, Angel, I'm sorry, guys can't have sex." That didn't sound too dumb, did it?

A dark brow inclined. "Despite scripture to the contrary, men can and do have sex. Or what do you think Xander and Spike have been doing all these months?"

"I know they have sex,” he snapped. “Neither of them is exactly discreet. I can't have sex. With a guy. I mean, where, no, I know where, it's just, fuck! It just can't happen!" He kept his eyes squeezed shut, but couldn't resist leaning into the thumb stroking his cheek.

"It's okay, Riley. We can do this. Just let me show you. Nice and slow." Weight deepened and Angel's mouth was on his, kissing him with experienced languor, seducing him to open, to let the vampire's cool tongue slip inside. It was so easy to just let the older man take control, to surrender himself to another willingly for a change. His head struggled with letting someone else take charge of any situation, he was trained and conditioned to lead, but he wanted this. The loss, Angel dominating him, superior strength and passion forcing his submission and pleasure. It was wrong, he knew it, but he couldn't conjure any feelings of guilt as Angel's hands eased his legs wide.

Breaking the kiss to let him gasp in much needed air, Angel’s mouth wandered across his cheeks and down his throat, bestowing gentle kisses while his hands fondled and pinched other areas. Lightly calloused, bluntly squared fingers fisted his hardening cock and he bucked with a low yelp, both at the strange sensation of a man’s hand on him and the pleasure it brought. Angel chuckled and did it again, obviously enjoying Riley’s vocal response.

“Like that, buachaillin?” Angelus smirked. Little boy.

“Y-yeah,” Riley breathed.

A few more teasing strokes and Angel was moving over him, sliding gracefully down until his mouth could take over. He swallowed Riley in one go, nose pressing into the soft skin of his groin, throat muscles working as he proved his advantage in not needing to breathe. The seer screamed at the overwhelming sensation of cool wetness, suction, and the tight clasp of Angel’s throat massaging him. Mortified to think the whole house would hear him, he stuffed a fist into his mouth, but he couldn’t stop from bucking into that sinful cavern. A few more hard sucks and he came, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he shot down the vampire’s throat.

Angel pulled away as he was still coming, his cold hand catching the last of Riley’s burning release. With a final shudder the seer fell from the pinnacle of his orgasm, collapsing bonelessly to the sweat dampened sheets. Breathing in short pants he lolled his head, trying to gather back some semblance of dignity even as he dimly felt something probe at his anus. Opening his eyes to slits he squinted to see Angel studying him as he pressed a finger into Riley’s body. A familiar intrusion that quickly deepened as one became two. It felt weird, something thrusting up into him, but so good and aching at the same time. He whimpered, not sure what he wanted. Two became three with an uncomfortable burn and his breath hitched.

“Shhh, calm, grá.” Keeping his strokes at a slow, steady rhythm in counterpoint to his litany of reassurances Angel stretched the small hole that he promised would receive him. He kept at it until Riley’s spent flesh started to stir in renewed interest, his moans gaining in volume until he was shamelessly grinding himself onto those fingers. Hungry for it and he cried out a protest as Angel pulled away.

“Ang! Don’t you dare stop!”

“Quiet, boy, you’ll have me soon enough.” Inhuman strength pushed back his legs and took hold of his ass cheeks; lifting and spreading them as Angel loomed over him, blocking out the room, the mansion, the faceted future, everything but the glow of his golden eyes and the pressure. Unimagined pressure and Riley clutched at Angel’s shoulders as he felt himself split open upon the vampire’s cold cockhead. It seemed impossible the man would fit, there just wasn’t room something that large and foreign in his body, but with a sharp jab of his hips Angel was in.

“Angel!” Riley screamed. It hurt, fuck it hurt, but the vampire wasn’t stopping. Inch by inch he forced his way deeper, pausing every mile gained to lick at Riley’s tears and grant him brief seconds of respite. But never for long. Had the undead asshole used any lubrication at all? With a deep grunt and a final thrust that broke a cry from the seer Angel reached his full, cold testicles bumping against overheated flesh. Riley could swear he felt him all the way up into his stomach and he arched his body, trying to relieve the pressure and sharp pain.

Above him Angel growled, shifting into gameface as his hips pulled back. The ache was worse when he left and Riley sobbed, confused to which torment he dreaded more. He squirmed beneath the vampire’s weight but couldn’t escape the lunge of Angel’s body, stretching and filling him once more. Again and again, his sharp cries as ineffective as his struggles.

Angel jerked Riley’s hips to a straining angle and thrust back inside, this time jabbing into something that sent a jolt of lightening through Riley’s entire body. He gasped, the sudden spike of pleasure too intense to be recognized as such. Then Angel did it again, a body convulsing ecstasy that stole Riley’s breath and made him mindless to the bloody furrows he gouged into Angel’s shoulders and back. He couldn’t make a sound, could barely breathe, the sharp pleasure bleeding into the pain of being invaded that he lost the ability to tell between the two.

“No more screams, my love?” The vampire laughed, narrowed yellow eyes looking deeply into wide, glazed hazel. Then he struck, fangs sinking into his claiming mark, and Riley found his voice again, screaming as his orgasm tore him to pieces. Hot ropes of semen splattered them both and Riley felt an answering coldness deep inside as Angel lunged sharply against his cradle.

Blissful lassitude stole over Riley then, his limbs falling limp to the mattress. Angel lifted his head from his neck, fastidiously licking blood from his lips before he bent again to take up Riley’s mouth. The seer did not fight the sweeping invasion of his copper tainted tongue, moaning softly as Angel pulled his hard penis from his body.

“Shhh, I’m not done with you yet,” Angel whispered, scant warning before he rolled Riley onto his stomach. The pillows were taken from the head of the bed and stuffed under his stomach and hips, lifting his ass into the air. Fingers played for several minutes in his stretched hole, reaching in to scoop out smearings of the dead seed Riley could feel oozing down the insides of his thighs. “Not near done.”

Sore muscles screamed at the penetration, but Riley could barely think to protest as Angel aimed for his sweet spot on the first thrust. The blond’s own erection revived under the vampire’s merciless pounding and he helplessly bucked into every thrust, desperate to come, begging for more. It didn’t take long, nor did the fourth time, the overwhelming waves of pleasure and pain tumbling him into oblivion with that final explosion of sensation.


Riley’s screams echoed through the mansion, making several of the girls start and blush though Dawn just dug out a dollar and grudgingly handed it to Gunn. In the room next door Xander knocked his lover to the floor, wrestled him into a desired position and thrust home. Spike howled at the dry fucking but his blood quickly slicked Xander’s entry and he gloried in his lover’s aggression. Far below in the basement Graham dropped his head to his knees and cried his loss.

TBC.

Buachaillin - little boy
grá - love
It would be nice if I could find a website that translated (free!) English sentences to Gaelic, but the best I was able to find was word to word, and I honestly do not know if the words are accurate. -shrug- They still sound nice.