Oncoming Train

Chapter 20. Sunday, late at night.
Summary: Um, sex, more sex, and then talking. This is one long night.
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Xander was carrying a discreet little black vinyl pouch when he returned to the room, his other hand holding Spike’s. His childe’s expression was guarded, but since he had gotten this ball rolling Angel doubted he’d make a fuss. What Xander didn’t seem to get but Angel saw easily enough from knowing his kin was that William didn’t love Riley the way they did. A one-trick pony, not sexually attracted, an aberrantly monogamous vampire; however labeled, Riley did not push Spike’s ‘let’s fuck like bunnies’ button. Thankfully the disinterest seemed mutual.

“Here,” the dark haired youth handed him the small bag. Tugging open the drawstrings Angel peered inside and smiled. This was going to be fun.

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A time later Riley woke to the sound of voices. He was stretched out on his stomach on Angel’s bed, alone, but recognized his vampire mate’s rumbling growl. His vampire mate? He rolled the phrase around his tongue as he sleepily shifted, absently noting his various aches. This second time didn’t hurt near as much as his first, but he felt equally sated. Hell, he was starting to understand why Spike wanted to fuck all the time, especially if Angel would talk to him like he had. That had been a shocking turn on, and he blushed at remembering that he’d begged for it like a slut.

But Angel hadn’t ridiculed him for it. He’d told Riley instead he was his and encouraged him to mark the vampire in ownership. He’d said a lot of stuff, but it wasn’t just the words he’d used. It had been the way Angel had talked to him. Possessive. And proud.

Giving his muscles a flexing stretch he softly yelped when his rectum cramped. There was something in his ass and now that he was aware of it, it was all he could feel. His fingers scraped over something hard with a good four inch diameter, sitting flush into his anus. There was a ring in the center, but when he pulled on it his breath hitched. The thing was stuck!

“Angel!” What the hell was that . . . Riley didn’t finish the thought as the vampire was suddenly in the bed with him, over him.

“Shhh, don’t fight. It’s just a plug,” Angel soothed, stroking his back and sides. Fingers massaged his scalp and Riley relaxed into the mattress. The larger man chuckled at him. “Like a cat now, are we? Rub the kitten right and,” a hard press on the plug sent a bolt of moaning pleasure through him, “he’ll arch his back for more?” Hell yes.

Riley writhed on the silk sheets as his lover continued to caress and fondle, returning again and again to the hard rubber stretching his anus. Rotating it, shoving it in and out, never staying with one motion long enough for Riley to get used to it. Everything felt so good and Angel was whispering worship with each touch. The vampire loved his noises, the warmth of his body and the way he glowed against the dark sheets. Each drop of attention added to filling the void that made up the seer’s center and he shamelessly pleaded for more, mewling and arching like the cat Angel repeatedly called him. Pishin.

“Especially love these mile long legs,” Angel husked, stroking a proprietary hand down to the knee. The vampire was kneeling between his legs, giving himself easy access to wherever he wanted to touch. His enormous erection was painting the top of his abdomen with a glistening sheen of pre-come and watching it twitch and sway with its owner’s body was making Riley’s own penis swell in appreciation. He still couldn’t believe his body could accept that monster without tearing in half. Maybe he did have something to thank Walsh for, then, because maybe it was his enhancements that let him get any enjoyment out of mounting Angel’s ungodly organ.

“So very beautiful,” Angel murmured, slick fingers stroking down his cheek and along his jaw before tilting his face to see the vampire had been playing with him to an audience. Sitting in the room’s chair with Spike in his lap Xander was watching them. One hand was buried in the blond’s pants, squeezing and mauling Spike’s genitals. Riley’s first instinct was to roll away, embarrassed at putting on such a display, but then he really looked into Xander’s dark brown eyes. His friend was turned on. Xander’s eyes were burning into him, desperate and hungry. “They want to join us, Riley.” His lover’s words curled about his ear, shuddering his breath. “They want to taste you. Touch you. Make us one family.”

Was this how these things happened? “Please,” Riley whispered, and he didn’t even know who he was begging. How could he be wanting this?

Maybe it was something Angel had done to him, he dazedly mused, hoarsely crying out as his cock was taken into an inhuman grip and roughly stroked. Hips bucking in helpless rhythm to Angel’s hand, he barely noticed the bed dipping as more bodies joined them. Angel’s free hand snaked below his tightly drawn ball sac and with a deft wrist twist, he freed the plug. The sudden feeling of emptiness made Riley groan in protest, but Angel did not give him long to feel bereft. Lifted upright and spread more openly over the vampire’s heavily muscled thighs the blond barely flinched at being speared on Angel’s shaft.

“Fuck,” he cried, thrusting himself upward as the hand on his cock left. “Nooo, please, don’t stop.” He was sinking with gravity down the penis, muscles stretching and clenching as he was filled to burning. Hands went to his ass cheeks, spreading them apart and tilting his axis. He grabbed at Angel’s shoulders. “Angel, fuck, Angel, please, please.” His mate’s shiny chest and stomach were right there, but the bastard kept him from rubbing himself to completion.

“So beautiful, mo kayt, my consort,” Angel rumbled, licking at the frustrated tears coursing Riley’s cheeks. “So deserving of worship.” Staring enrapt into his mate’s yellow eyes, the seer did not at first see the white blond head butting between their bodies. But he certainly felt the cool mouth close around his neglected erection, gently sucking.

“Ahhh!” Instinct prompted him to jerk away, but Angel was thrusting into his bowels and a new set of hands were grabbing hold of his hips, holding him in place for a warm tongue to start licking at his stretched hole. If Spike was deep throating him, then Xander was at his ass even as Angel’s cock plunged in and out. “Spike . . . Xander . . .” He tried to thrust into Spike’s mouth, to move, but too many hands were holding him still, forcing him to enjoy the attention. Tangling his fingers in Spike’s platinum curls he shoved his head down, confident in getting a little rough knowing the vampire didn’t need to breathe. His other hand went to Angel’s neck, pulling his lover to his mouth. “Angel.”

It was too much to long withstand and he came with a low moan, pulsing down Spike’s throat. His contractions seemed to push Angel over the edge shortly after, cool wetness bathing his innards. “That’s my beauty, mo buachaillin,” the vampire whispered against his ear, licking his way down to sink into his marks.

Angel only took a little, Riley barely feeling the pressure of any suction, and then he was nuzzling the blond’s sweaty skin, licking and purring like the cat he had accused Riley of being. The seer laughed softly, amazed he was actually enjoying being in the center of a dog pile of guys, two of whom were demonic. Spike was sucking at his belly button and rubbing his fingers over his brand. A year ago . . .but so much had changed in the last year. Hell, in the last few days! He felt like he’d been flayed to his bare essentials, striped of all the Initiative’s programming and training. Left with just him, a twenty something guy who really didn’t have any defenses against a seduction by a two hundred odd year old vampire. A guy who had no argument about his best friend moaning into his ear as he thrust his dick between his legs against his crotch, hands rhythmically massaging his hips. Listening to his breath catch and looking down to watch Xander’s semen splatter Spike’s neck and shoulder, a couple of shots hitting Riley’s softened sex and Angel’s belly. A year ago,

“Love you, Pishin. Riley.”

He was alone.

A brilliant flash suddenly lit the room, the vampires crying out in instinctive fear. An ungangly tangle of limbs the four men blinked blindly for several seconds, their impulse to scramble for weapons, for defense, oddly muted before the beings standing at the foot of the bed. Angel recognized them immediately, but Spike bared his fangs and softly growled, confused and fearful. The newcomers disdained to acknowledge him, their cold stares solely focused on the Master of the House of Aurelius.

“The Aurelian Angel,” the female of the matched pair intoned. Pushing up from his prone position of covering Riley he provocatively undulated his spine and pelvis, easing his heavy cock from his mate’s well used hole. Riley could not contain his moan, hands clenching on Angel’s arms and a blush staining his cheeks. The Oracles, one male and one female, glanced with mild interest at the mortified blond. “The Aurelian Riley Finn, mate and seer to Angel,” the male said. The female continued in their fashion of taking turns. “You must be tempered lest you endanger all.”

“You did this to him!” Angel snarled, rising into a crouch to defend what was his. “You’ll not play with him anymore!”

“Sire,” Spike quietly whispered, pulling Xander behind him farther up the bed even as he eased closer to cover his sire’s back. “Who’re the Barbie Twins?”

“The Oracles to The Powers That Be,” the brunette answered without taking his eyes off their guests. “They’re the ones that first gave the seer powers to Doyle. Thought they were dead for awhile, but apparently not. These powers are driving Riley insane!” he roared at the two.

“There was no harm intended.” “We sought your best match. But he proved your ideal.” “He has taken too much from you.”

“From me?” Angel growled. “I don’t have these kinds of powers!”

“No. You are the Champion.” “The source. Through you the power is given. The last two chosen did not meet all your needs in a mate so the powers were given less.” “They received less because they gave less to the Champion. Riley Finn has given too much for him to stay sane.” “He must perform his chosen task. We did not think you capable of finding such a mate.” “He will receive less than he gives, but it is the only way.”

No sooner than the last word was spoken and Riley jerked violently, hands flying to cover his face. He made barely a noise, sounding more startled than pained. A golden light poured from between his fingers for a few seconds, bright enough to illuminate his mate’s horrified expression. Brief seconds and then it was over, the blond left gasping and convulsively shaking.

“Riley? What the fuck did you do to him?” Angel shouted, the anger in his voice warring with his fear.

“Angel? What was that?” Xander tried to crawl around his lover, but Spike just shoved him back. “Dammit, is he okay?”

Gently but forcefully Angel drew Riley’s hands away from his face, his snarling belied by the trembling kiss he pressed to the blond’s knuckles. Riley moved lethargically beneath him, blinking dazedly as his breathing calmed. Angel’s yellow eyes were immediately caught by the mark on his mate’s forehead.

A pale gold starburst was clearly visible at the base of Riley’s hairline. It was slightly warm under the stroke of Angel’s thumb, but the skin wasn’t raised or swollen and Riley didn’t react to the touch. “What the hell is this, his third eye?”

“A-angel?” Riley frowned, lifting a hand to his head but Angel drew his hand back down to his side. Crawling to his sire’s side Spike took Riley’s hand within his own, staring wide eyed at first the seer and then the Oracles.

The Oracles ignored him, the male sneering. “Third eye? Don’t be childish. Humans are utterly unpossessed of the mental thresholds needed to fabricate a third eye.”

“Riley Finn is seer by means of a horn of knowledge,” the female explained in a gentler tone. Her small hand brushed over Riley’s forehead and a small grayish gold horn appeared in place of the starburst. Spike swore and then twisted to push his mate back. “Invisible and intangible to normal mortal perception. The strength of the horn is given by the Champion.”

“Looks kinda small to be a unicorn‘s,” Spike murmured, staring at the roughly two inch protrusion. Narrowing his eyes, Riley’s forehead wrinkled as he tried to feel what they were talking about since he couldn’t tug his hands free.

“A unicorn’s horn instills knowledge of virtue,” the male Oracle dryly contradicted. “The Champion’s seer possesses a horn of sight, a dragon’s preserve.”

“And it’s been there since Cordelia gave him her powers?” Angel asked.

“Yes.”

“So why the mark now? Is it going to fade?”

“No. Withdrawing a significant portion of that power came with cost to the horn’s ability to hide itself. The mark will remain, a marker to those with knowledge to recognize its significance.” “An acceptable risk to correct your mistake.”

“My? What the hell-” Angel started but the Oracles abruptly vanished. He cursed, but knew there was nothing to be done.

Riley wiggled about, obviously anxious. “Let me up, I want to see what the hell you’re all talking about. A fucking horn?” With a reluctant nod Angel rolled off and he bolted for the bathroom, Xander right behind him.

“Holy shit,” the blond breathed, staring at the small horn. Touching it, he really couldn’t feel anything, but it didn’t wiggle and felt pretty solid otherwise. The base was about double the size of a quarter, the little bugger barely longer than it was wide. His skin hugged the irregular circumference smoothly and it really looked like a fucked up bone protrusion. Except for the golden reflection it gave off as he turned his head. “Fuck.”
“Does this mean I can refer to you and Angel as D-n-D? Deadboy and Dragonboy?” Xander asked from the doorjamb, smiling at the glare Riley sent him from the mirror. The brunette bumped his hip to step over and came up into his side, reaching out to feel the horn. “You do realize this little baby horn is fucking hot? You’re like an anime character come to life.”

“Shut up, Harris,” Riley grumbled. “I can hardly go out in public with a bump in my forehead. It’s not hot, it’s inconvenient. They might as well have slapped me with horns and a tail, because this is not helping me.”

“Whoa,” Xander exclaimed and Riley looked back to mirror to see the horn fading. The golden starburst was left, but that Riley could easily hide. “It’s gone!”

“Thank God,” Riley grumbled, then jerked back when Xander made to feel his head. “Hey! Would people please stop with the touching? You might make it come back or something.”

“I doubt I am so endowed,” Xander laughed, holding up his hands, “but if I were you I’d steer clear of Willow or Wes.” He bit his lip then slowly reached out again to cup Riley’s face. “So, anything?”

Riley realized what he was asking and frowned, suddenly aware that his head was quiet. It was odd to think he’d only had the powers for a couple of days, he’d so quickly grown used to them that he now almost felt lightheaded his mind was so static. Staring into Xander’s eyes Riley focused on seeing. Focused hard enough that his head started to pound, but nothing was coming, and then with an explosion of pressure, the future came. He didn’t feel his head snap back from the force of it, but he grunted when he fell on his ass a second later. Loss of contact with the younger man stopped the powers as abruptly as they’d kicked in.

“Riley! Crap, are you okay?” Xander dropped to his knees between the blond’s splayed thighs, but a raised hand froze him in place.

“Just give me a minute, okay?” Xander nodded and Spike appeared in the doorway, his sire looming behind.

“Wot the ‘ell are you two up to?” Spike appeared in the doorway, jeans barely up over his ass, sire crowding in behind him.

“Just testing what still works,” Riley assured, rubbing at his temples. “Right now it looks like I can only see someone’s future if I’m willing to give myself a migraine.”

“And you decided to do this on the floor?” Angel asked.

“That would have been the smart idea,” Xander frowned. “Wouldn’t be surprised if Riley gave himself whiplash.”

“No, but my butt is not liking this hard, cold floor,” Riley said, grimacing to feel Angel’s cum puddling beneath him. God, he wanted a shower, and he said as much out loud.

“Oh man, yeah, sorry,” Xander flushed, as though suddenly aware of Riley’s semen caked person.

The brunette awkwardly started to shuffle away, but Riley’s long fingered hand caught him lightly around the nape. “Xander,” and he didn’t want there to be any kind of embarrassments between them so for the first time he kissed his friend.

There wasn’t the same passion and raw dominance of when he kissed Angel, but Xander still seemed to get into it, leaning into him so that Riley arched back onto his supporting hand. Kind of a mutual claiming, tongues twining together in a lazy gliding that let spit trickle down Riley’s chin.

When Xander was tugged on, pulling away, the teenager sank his teeth into Riley’s bottom lip. “Let up, Xan,” Spike cajoled, “lest you want to shag in Peaches bathroom.” Reluctantly Xander let go and Spike guided him to his feet, Riley’s hand falling away. Spike’s dick was hard and jutting out of his unzipped jeans and Xander grabbed for it even as he shared Riley’s taste with his lover.

Still on the floor Riley winced at the pain coming from his well-fucked and now cold ass, but then Angel was there. Vampire strength lifted him easily and it was nice, slumping against the immovable weight of his lover. “My ass hurts,” Riley grumbled into Angel’s neck. “Your bathroom floor smacked it.”

That got a chuckle out of the vampire, a broad hand rubbing his back. “Take a hot shower,” Angel said softly. “There will be time later to torture your head.” The vampire seemed to have calmed and Riley absently wondered if it had anything to do with his mental state. On some unconscious level Angel really seemed to respond to his moods. It was probably a vampire thing, and he was starting to realize that ‘mates’ wasn’t a quaint term for what they were to each other, but Angel was right. He could think on all this later. Xander had said Angel’s vampire was losing control because Riley was losing control. The powers were barely simmering now and Angel was acting much saner.

“Yeah,” he said, slowly stepping back with a last touch to the brunette’s cool cheek. He glanced over Angel’s shoulder, but Xander and the bleached wonder were no longer in sight. Then he heard them, wet smacking sounds, grunting and an almost sub vocal wailing.

Angel heard them then to, his face rippling with sudden anger. “If they are fucking on our bed,” he growled, threat trailing off as he slammed the bathroom door on his exit. Riley didn’t listen for any screaming, determined to have and enjoy a scalding shower.

Nearly an hour later he emerged from the bathroom in a towel and a billow of steam. Spike and Xander were gone and his jeans and t-shirt were draped over the end of the bed. The clothing he had worn Thursday night when this had all started. From the chair shoved back into the corner Angel glanced up from the notepad he was writing on. Riley stared at him for a minute before turning back to his clothes. Odd, what his mind tortured him with, but the realization had just hit him he’d never stood naked in front of Buffy. They had slept together, oftentimes without a stitch, but he’d never thought of displaying himself. Casually, without sex as an immediate goal.

Riley dropped the towel and picked up the jeans. “Hey, these smell clean.” Rain fresh, even.

“Tara used a spell on them,” Angel said, not getting up. The bed had been made, too meticulously for it have been the work of Xander or Spike. The uber vampire watching him step into his jeans might be all about owning his ass, but he also obviously wasn’t about Riley being his domestic. Smart vampire and Riley smiled, hitching well worn denim over his hips.

A large, cool hand pressing into his abdomen froze Riley with his hands on the flaps of his jeans. Silently Angel pressed along his back, nose sniffing up his neck and into his hair. The vampire just seemed happy to breathe him in, as though he was reacquainting himself with his mate’s scent. It was similar enough to what Angel had done when they’d first met and Riley guessed it was more than the shampoo Angel was smelling. Like an animal, Angel was trying to get at his state of health. With a quirk of his mouth Riley covered Angel’s hand with one of his own.

“I’m feeling fine, Ang’,” he reassured. “Ass is still a little sore, but my head hasn’t felt this together in months.” It was true. Whatever those Oracles had or had not meant to do, they’d healed a great many of the scars left by the Initiative. For the first time in too long he didn’t feel haunted.

Angel didn’t answer but to slide his hand lower, nails scratching at the thatch of blond pubic hair peeking out of his jeans. At the same time a cool mouth latched onto the side of his neck, lightly sucking, nibbling down to his tender mark. Tangling his fingers in his lover’s dark hair Riley moaned, encouraging. His other hand slid up Angel’s strong forearm, squeezing hard as the vampire ventured deeper into his pants. Riley Jr rose to meet him, ready and eager for whatever Angel wanted.

Unable to resist jerking when that strong grip closed around his penis Riley flushed at Angel’s answering chuckle. Even though an hour or so earlier he’d been at the center of a guy orgy the seer was still shocked to see a man’s hand on his equipment. Was he ever going to get used to the sight? Angel’s hand was chill and dry, and the vampire just held him, the purpling head of his cock protruding out of Angel’s pale skinned fist. If it wasn’t for the answering hardness pressing against the seat of his jeans Riley’d think the vampire was completely uninvolved.

“Angel, please,” Riley squirmed, arching his back as he tried to thrust into his lover’s grip.

“What do you want, Pishin?” Angel rumbled into his ear. “Do you want me to jack you off like this or suck you off? Tell me what want, Riley.”

Oh, fuck, why couldn’t Angel just do something? Spike going down on him earlier had been awesome, but thinking about Angel doing the same made his cock jump in the vampire’s hold. “Suck me, Angel. I want you to suck me off.”

“Your wish,” and Riley sucked in a lungful of air to suddenly find himself flat on the bed, legs spread wide and hanging over the edge with Angel’s face in his crotch. The vampire was licking and sucking his eight inches while his fingers wormed deeper into his crotch to tug out his testicles. His penis was going to be multicolored after this and Riley didn’t care, panting sharply as he tried to thrust himself deeper into Angel’s mouth. Somehow he’d never lost his grip in the vampire’s hair and he pushed down, hoping his lover would get the idea.

With Riley’s balls in one hand and with a firm hold of bony hip in the other Angel was not to be rushed. Randomly alternating between licking, sucking and “Ah!”, biting, the brunette quickly reduced Riley to a sobbing mess of sensation. Gasping and hiccupping he begged Angel to more, to grant him orgasm. A couple of times his lover drew off to mark his stomach and the thin skin around his penis. Sharp, bloody nips that made the blond buck and curse.

“Angel!” Riley gasped, and finally the vampire took him completely into his mouth, down to the root. He shuddered to feel Angel’s throat muscles massaging him. The hand on his hip gently kneaded and Riley wiggled about, working his one hand down the back of his jeans to tease his sensitive hole. Pressing one finger in as deep as it could go Riley’s entire body tightened, spine arching as he teetered on the edge. For an eternity he hung there, oblivious to anything beyond each moment of drawn breath. Then Angel purred or growled, or did something completely demonic that shoved Riley into orgasm. The vibrations traveled down his length into his pelvis and back again, making every taut muscle shiver in the near pain of it.

With a wordless shout he exploded, pressing the soft flesh of his crotch into the hard ridges of Angel’s face. The vampire drank him down until he collapsed back onto the mattress, completely relaxed and sated, his bones no more solid feeling than the rest of him. A wiggle to free his hand and he happily spread out.

He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes until he opened them to see Angel leaning over him. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but Riley didn’t shy away, from the blood or the ridges, when the vampire kissed him. Most of his semen had went straight down Angel’s throat, but he could still taste something beyond the copper of his blood and his tongue searched it out. Fangs teased his lips, but never broke skin.

Angel pulled back with a final lick to Riley’s nose. Dark brown eyes emerged from the yellow, the sated expression never leaving the lambent gaze. “I am never letting go of you, Riley Finn.”

The vampire had said similar things before, but Riley was starting to figure out what he meant. What those words meant in another language and he smiled a little goofily. “Yeah,” he breathed, stroking a hand down Angel’s front to cup the other man’s neglected erection. Angel groaned at the touch, widening Riley’s smile.

“Meeting in five!” Gunn shouted from the other side of the door, startling the lovers apart.

TBC.
The ShadowCat: Not three months, but I am trying to make the updates nice and juicy. Hope you like how things went!
Alice: Perhaps not quite the explosive orgy, Angel really isn’t the sharing type, but give him time.
CC: I am working on it! There’s not exactly a cornucopia of Riley out there to inspire to new heights of perversion. Someone kindly sent me an Angel/Riley manip they’d found somewhere. It’s pretty. Especially on my desktop. - drool -
Rudemuch: Ah, family bonding. It touches the heart, doesn’t it?

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