Oncoming Train

Author’s Note: I debated leaving this segment in the story since I wrote on a wiggy day, almost like one of my vomit stories. It’s not integral to the story, but it helped to put me in the characters’ heads to write several upcoming scenes so that’s why I decided to go ahead and keep it. (shrug shoulders) When all is written and done you can judge.

Friday.
Waking to pain, he moaned, unwelcome agonies twisting him in the cool sheets, dragging him from the security of oblivion. Skin too small, stretched to tearing over bones that sank him into suffocating plushiness of mattress, too heavy to lift, to thrash the burning ache loose from his muscles. His eyes burned, tears long spent, echoing the heat that buckled his spine as it traveled its length in endless undulations.

Ashamed, he realized the rough mewling sounds filling the silence of the bed were his own, and he clamped his jaws tight, refusing the illusionary relief. There would be nothing left if he gave voice to the screams that wracked him. He knew, past moments too reminiscent of where he was now, that this pain was all he’d have left of himself after they finished re-making him into a new Riley Finn.

Unexpected wet coldness slid across his back, spreading lower in slow movements that made him think of the ocean, pulling him under. Compassionate mercy was beyond his constructors. By which then he was safe and all the other details were washed away by water, thick and sliding, soaking into parched skin, stretching his skin back over his bones. Mindless but for the want of relief, he arched into that touch, desperate to feel bliss again.

It did not leave him. Something rough encased his legs, but the chilling touch lifted and tugged it away. Trying to help, he lifted his hips, pressing his stomach into the mattress. Gentle coolness lightly scraped his cheeks before grazing down his thighs, calves, smoothing over the neglected bottoms of his feet. Then sliding up again, leaving a wake of cold water to rivulet across his burning flesh.

By gradual increments, pain gave way to content lassitude and he drifted. Where the cold, relieving touch inclined, he submitted. Gently, his legs were eased apart, spreading him vulnerably to unknown grace. Each thigh in turn was received, muscles reflexively tensing as the coldness worked its way down to his toes, massaging until he obediently relaxed. Then up again, all the way to the top. A negligent brush against his balls and he gasped, thrusting into that elusive touch, his moan of loss straining behind clenched teeth when it didn’t return.

Slick coolness across his lips, seeking, pushing in to run against the barrier of his teeth. A cold weight rested on one ass cheek, but nothing sought him lower, comforted his burning. Betrayed, frustrated, he snapped at the intruder in his mouth. A distant rumbling sound and the small touch thrust into the cavern of his mouth, forcing his jaws apart. Gone, then his lips were sealed over with ice, a cold wetness invading, dueling with his tongue for space. He moaned, then cried out sharply when cold streamed over his balls, running from the crevice of his cheeks where he was stroked.

Fondled, each ball individually attended to, then rubbed together before the caress returned to his ass. Rubbing, circling, pressing, and sliding inside. He bucked at the unfamiliar feeling, but he was being rolled, legs folded and straightened, his mouth licked and freed to lave a chilling path down his unattended front. His voice had been released and he couldn’t seem to close his mouth on the humiliating sounds bubbling out.

The startled shout ripped free when his shaft was swallowed by sucking wet coolness. A sudden weight clamped over his mouth, but still the sounds came. The stretching coldness in his ass made him arch into the haven surrounding his cock, but he was forced down, impaled, deeper, until the bliss was brushed inside, again and again with each thrust. Faster and harder as the pleasure pooled, white light behind his eyes, in his head, exploding with a scream, sucked in steady uncompromising waves of euphoria until he whimpered, pushed under and tumbled into darkness.

***

With a last few purring licks, Angel let Riley slip from his mouth. His lips felt sore from the pummeling they’d endured, but it was a satisfying discomfort, remembering the muffled sounds the boy had made, tasting him hot in his mouth. He caressed the parted lips he’d been forced to cover, surprised at how quickly vocal Riley had become. Two fingers were still buried in the boy’s ass and he languidly continued to thrust them in, enjoying the tightness, the sight of at least some part of him possessing the beautiful Riley Finn.

The turn of events had been unexpected. He’d heard soft noises coming from the youth’s room and had stepped in to find him semi-conscious and feverish with pain. The small agonized pants excited and hurt; he wasn’t cause for the clenched sounds, so they shouldn’t have been made. Alarming, however, when they stopped, though the youth’s discomfort did not. The blankets had been kicked to the floor, leaving the boy’s sweat sheened skin exposed to the vampire’s sight, letting him see the tremors that traveled the tensed muscles.

Briefly he left, returning with a bottle of lotion from his room. He could have gotten one of the mortals to help Riley. He could have ignored him. He didn’t want to do either, so he closed and locked the door behind him before approaching the bed. Riley jerked and twisted on the expanse of pale green silk, tearing at the sheets with white knuckled fists. Someone had removed his shirt, but his jeans were still on. Angel settled on the edge of the bed, uncapping the bottle. The youth was on his stomach, so he just upended and squeezed a dollop into the sweat beaded valley between the jutting shoulder blades.

The oily lotion was cool and ran sluggishly down the bumps of Riley’s spine, gathering in the pool of his lower back. Before it could stain his jeans, Angel palmed it and began to smooth the lightly scented concoction into his skin, starting with his shoulders. The youth did not wake at the uninvited contact, but he did still his thrashing. Heat nearly rippled the air around him, warming Angel’s dead flesh as he lightly massaged the tensed muscles, relentlessly forcing them to relax.

He worried at the coldness of his skin, knowing that even with Riley’s borrowed warmth his hands would still feel chill to the overheated flesh, but the boy didn’t seem to mind as he ran his hands down his sides, counting ribs. Looking to the half of Riley’s face he could see, the boy’s eyes stayed closed, his breath calming under Angel’s touch. With a smile, the vampire circled back to the neglected lower back.

That first unconscious, pleasure filled arching of Riley’s spine was the start of his undoing. Watching the muscles ripple, feeling them shudder under his splayed fingers as he swept just under the band of the old jeans. Again, that grace of motion that could be described as feline, uninhibited and unintentionally, artlessly erotic.

Then Riley lifted his ass in the air, his desire plain. Hands still half under the waistband, brushing against the elastic of the underwear, Angel blinked. If anyone put the question directly to him, he’d lie through his teeth, but yes, he wanted to fuck Riley Finn happy. Pure and simple lust. Give him a few minutes and he could justify and excuse that lust, but right now, he just struggled to control it. The kid was asleep and wasn’t asking for it. He just wanted his jeans off. Simple request.

Sliding his hands around that flat stomach, he found the jeans had already been unbuttoned and unzipped, so he came back up and lightly gripped the waistband, tugging. Swallowed hard when Riley wiggled his ass and caught the underwear on the way down. Once off the butt cheeks his mind decided to describe as ‘pert’ it was a simple scrunching slide down to his feet. Guess he lied to Cordelia; he was taking off Riley Finn’s jeans. His palms cupped flesh all the way down, discovering that unlike his childe, Riley was a natural blond, the sparse hair downing his legs nearly transparent. His feet fit his size and Angel decided he liked them, giving each a squeeze as he shucked the jeans onto the floor.

A completely nude Riley Finn was a delicious sight. Angel squirted another handful of lotion into his palm, then rubbed his hands together. Starting at the arched feet, he ran his hands back up those long legs, enjoying the contrast of pale skin against tanned. Wondered where the boy sunbathed that he had no tan lines. Pulling the legs apart, he climbed up and knelt between them, pleased at the suggestive positioning as he started on one thigh, feeling the muscles tense and relax at his touch.

A contented purr began to softly rumble in his chest as he lifted and bent a knee, bringing five little toes under his mercy. There were few things his soul and demon agreed on, but luxuriating in touching someone was one of them. The feel of soft skin stretched over hard muscle and bone, the give and resistance of his flesh against another’s, the need for contact, for possession, was an addiction they rarely got to indulge in. With Angelus, it was because sharp objects would eventually come into play and he always left a mess. For Angel, there was simply no one he could touch. Oh, he stole hugs and the occasional friendly pat with his co-workers, but nothing lingering. Setting down one foot to pick up the other, Angel realized he was undone.

Running his hands up one lithely muscular thigh all the way to the top he tensed as Riley made his first sound since Angel had come into the room, gasping as he thrust back. Sliding his hands a safe distance down he waited to see if the inadvertent caress of the boy’s sac would wake him. All he heard was a pained moan and Angel frowned. What was wrong with the youth?

Leaving his place between the spread thighs, he crawled to kneel alongside him, freeing his own length of movement. Stretching up to the boy’s head, the vampire slipped his fingers past the dry lips, feeling the tightly clenched teeth. Why had Riley stopped voicing his pain? Clenching his jaws that hard had to hurt.

Sudden movement startled him, Riley growling as he snapped at Angel’s intruding fingers. The boy’s teeth hurt, but Angel laughed, painfully hard as he realized the kid was asking for it. Shoved his fingers deeper into the warm mouth, hooking the bottom teeth to pry him open for a kiss. Ah, sweetness. Riley moaned into him and he lifted the boy’s head by his hair, angling for easier access as he plunged his tongue in to battle with its warm twin. Quite undone.

He left off squeezing the kid’s ass to fumble for the lotion, shifting to support himself with his other hand. Bottle found and squeezed a rope across that perfect ass before he tossed it. No matter the demon clamoring in his head, he couldn’t take the boy, not like this, not without those hazel eyes staring heaven up at him as he was invited inside, but he could play. His hand returned to the boy’s ass and began to smear the lotion between his cheeks.

Riley cried out as the lotion slid down his crack and Angel followed its path, catching up his balls, rubbing the lotion wherever he could touch. Left them to return to that puckered opening. Pools of lotion made happy wet sounds as he swirled through them, then pressed his finger inside. Incredible tightness, heat, and if Riley wasn’t a virgin, then he hadn’t done it in a long while. Which meant neither Spike nor Xander had had him.

The thought made Angel extremely happy and he shoved the finger in deeper, feeling the youth flinch from the invasion. Time to move things around. Leaving the boy’s mouth, he pulled his finger free before rolling Riley onto his back, re-spreading the legs to his liking. Thrust his finger back in, rotating it slowly to watch the play of expressions across the boy’s face. Leaned down for another kiss before focusing on the chest he’d yet to see.

Not as heavily muscled as himself, Riley still looked sculpted with his clean lines, nipples standing out from a hairless chest that Angel paid due homage to. Suckled each nipple before he moved down to the ripples of his abs, slipping into the hollows to gather the collected sweat before he tongued his way down. Above him, Riley gasped and whimpered, keeping his noises small as he shifted on Angel’s finger.

The navel was a treat, earning him little cry as his tongue delved in. His pubic hair started as a faint line just past the bellybutton, and Angel followed it down to the leaking cock bobbing in its bed of dark blond curls. As long as the rest of him, though the vampire didn’t think as wide as himself. Circumcised like all good American boys and his purr deepened as he licked the pre-cum. Shoved a second finger into that tight ass as he deep-throated Riley in one swallow.

The scream was barely muffled in time. Angel grinned at the jerky movements of the beautiful body beneath him, pleased that he’d managed to steal its grace. Riley Finn was a screamer, and Angel thanked his long arms as he pressed the kid’s head back into the pillow, trapping all his interesting noises between the walls of his mouth as he continued to slide his fingers in and out, in and out, looking for the pleasure spot.

It was near impossible to keep the kid from thrusting into his mouth, but he rode him out. Found the prostate with another scream and angled his fingers to hit it each time.

Didn’t last much longer after that. Not needing to breathe, Angel buried his nose in Riley’s musky curls and swallowed. The kid’s rhythm broke and he pounded into the vampire’s mouth, thrusting back onto his fingers as hard as he arched up. A few hard thrusts against the back of Angel’s throat and he was coming, his scream long and broken. Angel drank him down, felt him slump boneless back onto the mattress, and continued to suck until he was satisfied he had every drop.

Oh yeah, unexpected, but moving back between those splayed legs, watching Riley sleep undisturbed by pain, he couldn’t summon an iota of guilt. Watched himself finger-fuck the boy and knew if he touched his cock right now, he’d come, just from his fingers thrusting in and out of that yielding hole. He could justify and excuse his lust, but he wasn’t going to deny himself. It disgruntled him, how greatly he’d misjudged the boy’s character, but it was a correctable mistake. Though he didn’t know it yet, Riley Finn was his.

TBC.