Oncoming Train

Riley was studiously licking his fingers when Angel finally made it into the kitchen, perched on a barstool and attentively listening to Wesley. The ex-Watcher was a safe ten feet away, eyes on the small tome in his hands. His seer was alone at the island, Xander no where in sight. Pausing in the doorway Angel listened long enough to realize Wesley was reading aloud brief accounts of clairvoyance related to demonic interference.

“Hey,” the blond greeted, catching sight of him. The interruption stopped Wesley mid-sentence. “You’re out of napkins.”

“Sorry?” Angel tried, mildly surprised to know the kitchen had had any to begin with. The plate in front of his mate was piled with fried chicken skins and bones, a neat stack of cleaned corn cobs alongside. Angel looked to Wesley in silent query.

Wesley did not need clarification of his expression. “Faith asked Tara to make it.” He held up his book. “Riley’s clairvoyance is greatly dependent on his directed attention. An un-detailed history text provides a mundane focus and a cessation of unprovoked episodes.”

“It’s boring,” Riley added, “but it works.”

“So glad to be of service,” Wesley muttered.

The tone was familiar and prompted a rote response from the immortal champion. “Thanks, Wes.” Sacrifice acknowledged the ex-Watcher graciously nodded. “So where is everyone else?”

Riley shrugged, but Wesley scratched between his eyes with an index finger, glasses inching down his long patrician nose. “We’re keeping the girls together at the front of the house, though Faith is about her own affairs. Cordy brought several movies. Some male flesh marathon she has been corresponding with Dawn about and decided to initiate tonight.”

“Oh,” the blond remembered, “Brad Pitt.” He blushed when the other two men stared at him. “I-I heard Dawn and Willow arguing what to watch first.”

“Did you want to join them?” Angel solicitously asked, eliciting a sharp glance from his lover.

“If you’d rather do that than pick up where we earlier left off, I’m game.” Riley hopped off his seat, gathering up his dishes as he stared at the vampire from under lowered lashes. “I mean, that conversation could always wait a few days.”

Days? “Upstairs.” His abruptness made Riley grin, contemplatively examining his plate.

“You know, I was actually -”

“Now, Riley, or we’ll have that conversation in front of Wesley.” Enough with the sudden coy teasing already. Angel wanted his boy’s ass.

Said Englishman wrinkled his nose. “Angel, please remember, public nudity on your part is prohibited as part of your contract, for the preservation of my sensibilities.”

“Don’t worry, Wes.” Riley was quickly dumping the remains of his dinner before washing his hands at the sink. Again no towels, but the blond just slapped his thighs to quick dry them. “We’ll be upstairs until we’re needed. I feel like I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in days.”

Wesley frowned. “You most likely haven’t since there is no reason to believe your clairvoyance is not continuing to operate separate from your conscious state. It might-”

“Thanks, Wes,” Angel interrupted, snagging his mate about the waist and drawing him towards the entrance. “When you see Xander could you tell him I need to speak with him?”

“C-certainly,” the detective stammered as they disappeared.

Riley took the stairs two at a time, but he was still moving too slow for the vampire at his heels. With an expelling of unneeded air Angel scooped the blond up in mid- step and upended him over one shoulder. Riley grunted at the speed of his moves, but didn’t try to wiggle free until they made free of the narrow stairwell.

Inhuman strength gently set his feet on the landing and crushed him to the hard body. “Want you.”

The seer flushed, remembering the intensity of their first time, but no way were they doing that again with just spit and cum. “I found some lotion in my room.”

Angel grinned and shoved him towards the vampire’s room. “Spike lent me some lube.”

Once through the door Riley barely had his head clear of his windbreaker before he was shoved onto the bed. He squirmed about, trying to free his arms from the twisted, bunched nylon, but froze with his arms trapped beneath his chest at the yanking on his jeans. His legs were still half off the bed as Angel worked his hands between denim and hips, squeezing and lifting. A deft flex of his thumbs and the blond whined to feel cool air touch the bared cheeks of his bottom. He struggled to get his knees under him, jeans slumping further.

Thumbs pressed and rubbed his muscled cheeks, spreading him open. “Ang!” Riley exclaimed at the first puff of air against his hole. His lover chuckled darkly before doing it again, blowing a cool breath to make Riley’s anus contract. It tickled, making Riley laugh sharply. Then Angel licked him. A broad swipe from his balls to the crest of his crack and the seer gasped. “Angel?”

“You taste good,” Angel said shortly, tongue pressing harder, through, and Riley practically squealed. Holy fuck! Curling inward, then unfurling against the soft walls of his channel, gently massaging, wet and somehow feeling longer than he knew a human tongue could stretch. Riley moaned at the unexpected assault, any last resistance leaving his limbs and mind. His heart was already wholly Angel’s, he feared. Uncaring that his arms were still trapped the blond’s focus narrowed to the pleasure Angel was submerging him into.

The first two fingers slid in alongside the vampire’s wicked tongue, barely felt until they made their way deeper, stretching him wider around the tongue’s wiggling tip. By then Riley was vocalizing his enjoyment almost continuously, hips straining against his lover’s inhuman hold. Riley cursed him, begged to move, begged Angel to just fuck him dammit . . . but the brunette was undeterred, the squeezing of his fingers the only indication he heard his mate at all.

Three burned a little, but Riley already knew that slight discomfort and quickly dismissed it. Angel purred his approval and nearly lost his hold as the blond violently jerked at the vibrating sensation. Three grew to four and Riley forced himself to relax, forced his body to accept.

He loudly protested when Angel pulled away, feeling unpleasantly hollow bereft of tongue and fingers. Riley was discovering he really didn’t like that emptiness, that loss of connection. Angel shushed him in a low voice and the smell of oranges was in the air as the large mushroom of the vampire’s cockhead pressed into him.

“Relax, Riley,” Angel softly ordered as the blond’s passage clenched against his entry. “It’s a conscious thing. Just let go and let me give this to you. Damn, that is a strong smell.”

“Sherbet,” Riley grunted, uncomfortably squirming. Their angle felt off and he gritted his teeth, really not wanting Angel inside of a sudden. “Angel.”

One word and Angel shifted him back, letting Riley’s feet hit the floor and oh yeah. Riley cried out, low and soft, his body opening around Angel’s hard flesh. The vampire just slid in and Riley closed around him, a warm sheath that deliciously rippled with small contractions. The brunette groaned into the sweat dampened valley between his seer’s prominent shoulder blades, grinned to feel the shivers from Riley’s sharp panting. He licked the salty golden skin, eliciting a brief hard shudder and burrowed his nose into the scent heavy damp skin at Riley’s nape.

They stayed that way for an indefinite time, until Riley’s breathing calmed and his body relaxed into being stretched and filled. Then Angel began to move, slow and deep, and Oh God, it felt good. Really good. It only took a few thrusts before he caught the rhythm and started to rock back, wanting it deeper and faster.

“Ang!” Riley gasped, pleading for his lover to understand what he couldn’t, to give him what he needed.

“Shhh, shhh,” the vampire crooned when he pulled completely out, Riley sobbing a protest. Large hands shoved him over onto his back, higher onto the bed, and the blond went. His arms came free of his windbreaker, Angel throwing it off the bed even as he spread open Riley’s legs wide and settled over his mate’s lean frame. “Want to see you.“

Angel’s cool hands smoothed up his arms curled over his head until the one bumped into the bandage on the inside of Riley’s elbow. Nearly two days had passed so he carefully peeled the covering away, revealing the almost completely healed branding. Without having to be told Riley demonstratively bent his elbow, reassuring the master vampire that the filigreed white cross didn’t hinder his movement. There were no other scars visible and Angelus purred, licking the cross until Riley tried to squirm away.

“Ang, please, stop teasing.”

“As you wish.“ The blond grabbed at his shoulders, hissing as Angel’s erection found its way back into his bowels. Riley could feel the stretch more in this position and his face must have showed it because Angel kept to his earlier rhythm. Withdrawing a few inches he gently thrust back in, Riley’s hands at his shoulders barely flexing in reaction.

“You feel perfect, Riley,” Angel groaned, starting a rhythm of shallow thrusts that the blond again slowly began to respond to. “Custom made for me.”

“Yes,” Riley hissed, lifting himself into the next penetration, making both men groan in reaction. “More. Please, tell me more.”

Was this what it took? Angel silently mused, more than willing to talk dirty if it got Riley aroused. He could feel his mate’s swelling erection rubbing against his stomach and he lifted one of the blond’s mile long legs over his shoulder as he pulled all the way out before snapping his hips forward. Nails dug into his shoulders with a sharp cry and he did it again, glorying in knowing Riley was going to mark him viciously with his blunt little nails.

“That’s it, leanbh. Mark me as yours,” he encouraged, pounding into Riley‘s hole in rhythm to his words. “Let everyone know I’m the only one who gets inside. Got an ass better than any pussy, sucking me in. Still as tight as the other night. You gonna always be virgin tight for me, aren’t you, Riley? No man but me.” Angel thrust harder, harder than he would dare take a normal mortal, Riley grunting and mewling, clawing at his shoulders and back with beautiful mindless passion. The blond’s head was back, neck bared and streaming eyes squeezed shut; mouth open to let out all his delicious little sounds. Angel’s voice rolled over the wet sounds of their joining, the Irish lilt gaining in strength as Angelus breathed out over their coupling.

“Going to have to get you a plug. Keep you stretched and ready for me so I can fuck you whenever I want. Just bend you over and take you nice and hard. Fill you with my seed, my scent, until you taste me in the back of your throat. Plug you up so I’ll be inside. Always have my scent. Everyone will know who you belong to, who gets to fuck this delicious ass. They’ll want you, but they’ll know. They’ll never get my scent out of you. My mate. My lover. My Riley.”

“Ang!“ Riley’s breath hitched and he came, shooting up onto their chests as Angel roared. A final, brutal thrust and he erupted, bathing his mate’s intestines. The blond’s eyes were wide in disbelief at the sensation of his mate’s enormous penis penetrating him so deeply. Such sweet, innocent amazement and Angel sank into his claiming marks, the heady rush of Riley’s spiced blood encouraging his cock to spurt anew.

His mate’s eyes were closed when he pulled back, his face relaxed. A small smile was playing at the corners of his mouth which Angel tentatively touched with the tips of his fingers. Riley did not stir but to curl his arms tighter about the vampire’s shoulders.

Using a corner of the top sheet he mopped at their stomachs and chests, moving carefully so as not to dislodge himself from his sheath. He had just rolled them on their sides when someone knocked on the door. Recognizing the scent he called out permission to enter.

TBC. - after I get back from vacation! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and sent emails! This story has been great fun to write and there’s still more to come!

Alice: No real hugging, but we had some sex! Plotting in the next chapter.
CC: -shrug shoulders- I’m writing three A/R stories at the same time, so staying on track? Takes Jedi concentration. Thank you, the move was great! Out of a studio in Manhattan to my own bedroom and study! Yay! Room to buy stuff!
TheShadowCat: the next update will be a whopper, promise. I finally know how I’m going to end this baby, so the kinks are working themselves out.
Kai: hmmmm . . .