Oncoming Train

Sometime later Riley woke with a start, his involuntary jerk tightening the arms about him. Habit had him taking stock of his surroundings even as he tried to make sense of what had woken him. He was lying on his side, in Angel's bed he realized, the vampire a cool, solid weight behind him. A large hand was cupped over his flaccid genitals, the other resting on his stomach. Angel's penis was still sheathed in his ass and Riley reached back a tentative hand to feel where they were intimately joined.

Cool to the touch, hard flesh he couldn’t get his index finger and thumb around was protruding a few inches from his anus and he still felt weirdly full. It was a novel sensation he could get used to if his body learned to adjust. Soft spasms of pain were coming from his nether regions, reminding him how hard he's been ridden. Still, he'd never come so hard in his life or so many times in one night. The man had fucked him unconscious! He felt his softened sex begin to stir at the memories and quickly blocked them. No matter its interest, his dick was too sore to play so soon.

Curling his fingers about the hand over his stomach Riley let his head rest on the convenience of his lover's shoulder and tried to remember what had woken him. The room was quiet but for his own breathing. Though there were no windows his internal clock estimated it was still late afternoon. Distantly he could hear the others moving about the mansion, though none were close enough to set off an internal alarm. Had he dreamed something?

The memory of it came then, making him flinch with its suddenness. "Angel, wake up!" The calling of his name woke the vampire instantly, arms protectively pulling his mate closer as he scanned the room for any perceived threat. His cock seemed to swell and Riley moaned in conflicted pleasurable pain.

"Riley?"

"Vision," the seer gritted out. "I think it was Faith and some guy with glasses, being attacked outside of Giles'. Big guys, dark orange skin. Tentacles come out of their stomachs. Hula girl on the dash of a car."

Angel groaned, burying his face in the back of Riley's neck. "Okay," he said after a few minutes, voice muffled into blond hair. Then louder, as he pulled away, "The man with her is probably Wesley. This is something Spike and I should be able to handle."

Opening his mouth to retort that idea Riley gasped sharply instead, words and breath stolen. Agony bloomed from where Angel slowly withdrew from him, pain lancing up his spine and down his legs. His whole body went rigid with it, Angel's hand stroking down his side barely felt.

"No ready protest, my own?" The vampire chuckled. "You were a virgin last night. Your body will learn,” the vampire unknowingly echoed Riley’s earlier thought, “but for now you'll rest."

The pompous ass. Opening his eyes enough to see the arrogant man leaning over him Riley glared. "Fuck off."

"Later." Climbing from the bed Angel pulled on his pants from where they lay folded over the chair before striding from the room. He left the door wide open and Riley growled at the thought of the potential humiliation if someone were to come across him in this . . . debauched state. Could the man be less subtle?

With a determined gritting of his teeth the blond dragged himself from the bed and hobbled into the bathroom. Walking was torture, but he managed, releasing a sigh of relief as he leant over the toilet. Even pissing hurt, but like everything else, felt good, too. Not for the first time he was grateful to his accelerated healing. Give him a couple of hours and his ass would be as good as new.

"Ri?" Xander's voice came from the outer bedroom. Flushing the toilet to alert the teenager to his location he shuffled the few steps to the sink, meeting his reflection's gaze with mild disinterest in the vanity mirror. The door swung behind him and Xander appeared in the mirror, his eyes comically widening. "Shit, Ri!"

The ex-commando didn't respond, instead reaching up to finger one of the dark circular bruises that decorated his shoulders and chest, sprinkled amidst and overlapping his earlier cuts and scrapes. He recognized them for bite marks, yet he couldn't remember when Angel had bitten him or so many times. His claiming mark was scabbed over, hot and sore to the touch.

Xander moved about the bathroom, mumbling to himself; Riley didn't pay him any mind, detached from his surroundings as he touched his various bruises. Standing suddenly at his back Xander reached around him, twisting the faucets as he thrust a washcloth under the spigot. "I'm going to clean you up some, okay?"

Still no response, but the brunette didn't seem to need one, dropping to his knees behind the blond. Keeping one hand on Riley's hip, he gently began to wipe at the inside of his thighs. While he worked at removing the drying remains of Angel's seed he talked, most of his words rumbling past Riley's ears unheard. The odd word or phrase filtered through the fog his mind had descended into, but he didn't try to hold onto them. Everything seemed fluid and static at the same time, the possibilities from this moment swirling about his head. Nothing concrete to focus on but what was to come next, and even then he couldn't stop his flinch when Xander dragged the cloth over the too sensitive skin of his ass. Knowing it was going to happen did nothing to lessen the blow.

"Sorry," Xander murmured. The cloth disappeared and each ass cheek in turn was cupped by a construction roughened hand and spread, opening him to the warm wetness of the brunette's tongue. The feeling was arousing and comforting at the same time, Xander's love and desire for him near palpable. His tongue pressed gently into abused flesh and he sucked at the hole that still seeped cum. Riley moaned softly and gripped the edges of the vanity, feeling his flesh begin to stir.

"Xander," he grunted, "please."

The younger man immediately stopped. "Am I still hurting you?"

"No. It's just," and he sighed, trying to think of an explanation for this new experience of being too used and sated to consider coming again. That if he let his friend continue there was a high probability Xander would fuck him.

Xander, thankfully, seemed to reach the right conclusion on his own. "Too much, too soon? No blood that I could see, but you are swollen." Standing, his hands stroked up from Riley's ass, over his hips and around to wrap him in a loose hug. Chin propped on his shoulder the teen met his eyes in the mirror. "You look fucking hot, you know that right?" Riley shook his head, but Xander just smiled. "Well fucked and sexy. I know you're hurting, and trust me, that'll get better, but I think Angel's scared to let you out. That every man and woman past puberty, living and undead, human and demonic, are going to want a bite of yummy Riley."

"You're full of shit, Harris," Riley snorted, looking away from the earnest, aroused gaze in the mirror.

"Uh-uh." Fingers lightly caressed the bruises spotting one shoulder. "These are marks of passion, but this," and his fingers touched the bite at his throat, "this is the mark of a claimed. Chosen mate of a master vampire. Angel's scent is on you, his marks will warn others away, but for some, it's a lure. Deadboy's not going to want to let you out of his sight and I don't blame him."

"I know we belong together," Riley whispered, gaze fixed on the claiming mark. He knew he could belong to no one else and he was starting to accept he didn't want anyone else.

Xander gently turned him about and sweetly kissed him, smoothly coaxing his mouth open to let his tongue languidly sweep in. There was such love in the gesture Riley unhesitatingly responded. The kiss was slow and inclined to move at its own pace, calming the last jangle of his nerves. This was something they had done before, the excesses of Xander's too giving heart spilling over to fill Riley's. So very starved, but there was less room to fill for the first time ever, Angel having already taken up most of the space. With smiling reluctance they parted, Xander pressing a last kiss to his forehead before stepping back. The vision came to Riley then and he unconsciously frowned.

"Ri, what's wrong? You're zoning on me." The brunette's voice seemed to echo, swirling about the taller man until he blinked, worried brown eyes gradually coming into focus.

Words floated about Riley's tongue and he gritted his teeth to try and hold them together, to consciously stay rooted in the here and now. He didn't need Angel for this, dammit, and his anger helped him to grasp hold of the present. "Xander. You and Spike will always be welcome wherever I am. You know that, right?"

Xander smiled, but the worry did not leave his eyes. "Did you have a vision? Are you okay? I can't say I like this," he sighed, "this whole future is now thing in your head. Did you see something bad? Is there a way to stop this?"

"I'm fine. I see . . . possibilities, I guess you could say. The closer we are, the fewer choices to be made. It's like everyone around me but Angel, everyone I look at or think about, their choices just come rushing at me. When I’m near Angel it stops, slows down. Does any of this make any sense?"

"Kinda. It must be hard to describe what's happening to you. We need to do research on these precognitive powers of yours. Figure out if there's a way to shut them off and on."

"There you are." Angel's low voice rumbled from the doorway to the bathroom. An arm snaked around his waist, pulling him back even as he turned into the embrace. Angel's touch immediately quieted the clamor and Riley breathed a relieved sigh as he dropped his head to his lover's broad shoulder. The release of pressure almost made him lightheaded and he reached a hand to clutch at Angel's shoulder. "Did you have another vision?"

"No. Not that," he whispered, looking at Xander out of the corner of his eye. His friend looked more worried than before, but Riley couldn't deal with Xander's concern right then. "Xander and Spike are welcome, right? They can always come home?"

"My childer are always welcome home," Angel did not hesitate in answering. His other hand came into Riley's line of sight as he reached for the teenager, strong fingers cupping the back of his head and yanking him close. Rough denim and smooth cotton brushed Riley's length and Angel's hand at the small of his back pressed him flush. Sandwiched naked between two clothed bodies Riley softly shuddered feeling his arousal continue to mount as his lover kissed Xander, hard by the sounds of it. A hand not so large nor possessed of inhuman strength gripped his hip, massaging in rhythm to the soft moans.

Riley turned his head into Angel's neck and bit hard, needing to express his possession even as he rubbed his ass against the clothed hardness parting his cheeks. Angel's erection seemed just as eager so Riley rocked between the two, curious to see who would lose control first. With his lover so close he couldn't envision the answer and the anticipation made his arousal spike. His own dick ached as it started to fill with blood so he quickly squirmed a hand down and squeezed the base, aborting his own renewed interest. The damn thing would fall off if he came again. God, how could he be this horny after the fucking Angel had given him? Everything hurt, but it was a good pain and he felt perfect here.

With an agonized groan Xander broke the spell, stumbling away to fall gracelessly back onto the toilet with a thump. "Vision. Faith. Rescue. Faith."

Angel sighed. "Yes." The vampire gently pushed Riley back, then cupped his chin to lift hazel eyes to yellowish brown. "I want you to stay here in the room until I get back."

"I don't need isolation!" Riley snapped.

The fingers tightened their grip as brown bled more into yellow. "No, but you do need a buffer against these visions. If your power overwhelms you I won't be here to ground you, buachaillin."

"Hate to say it, but he's right, Ri'. The less people the better." Xander sounded reluctant but convinced he'd do what was needed to keep Riley locked away.

"You people treat me like a fucking leper or Rapunzel or something!" The seer shouldered past his lover back into the bedroom. His jeans were at the foot of the bed and he angrily snatched them up, determined to put as much distance between himself and Angel before one of them wound up dust.

A hand caught his uninjured arm in a painful grip and jerked him around to meet Angel's yellow glare head on. "I am not going to fight you over this! Dammit, I'm trying to keep you safe!"

"I don't need protection!” Riley shouted back. “I can handle what I see, so stop trying to direct my life and let go!"

"Yes, you've dealt with what you've seen so far, but what if you see something you can't handle? I'm not taking that risk so you'll stay quiet in this room or I'll drain you unconscious and tie you to the bed. Your choice, Riley."

Too furious to form words Riley went with his instincts.

TBC.

Author’s Note: To everyone who has reviewed, thanks again. To St. Remy Asylum, any help would be much appreciated. I want to have someone say something sexually naughty in Gaelic. Not exactly something I can piece together off of word to word translation sites. Still more to come!
Thanks for the catch, Krimson!