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29 October 2012 @ 03:01 pm
Mod Challenge for Shapinglight: The Ex  
This is for shapinglight who asked me for a little Spike/Riley H/C.

Just for fun I decided to continue the last Spike/Riley prompt I did for her, with a Spiley meeting post-After-the-Fall. You don't have to read that to get this one, just know that it's post-After-the-Fall, Riley and Spike have met up and hit it off.

But if you want to read it, it's here.

Warnings: Angel is more than a bit of a dick. There's violence and dub-con and tasty tasty badness. Gotta lay on the "H" to get some "C" in, right?


Riley felt his cheek for bristles. Finding some, he lathered up some more and made a second, upward pass with his razor.

He then fell forward against the sink as a weight hit his back, arms and legs wrapping around his torso. His razor clattered in the basin. He gripped the edge and looked up at himself in the mirror, alone. “Spike… if you were going to wake up and say good-bye, you should have done it an hour ago.”

“You should have woken me.” Riley could feel the cool breath and smug smile against his neck. “I missed your morning press-ups. You know how I love those.”

Riley turned in the cage of arms and legs and gave Spike a firm kiss, leaving shaving cream on his nose. “I could have cut myself.”

“You couldn’t cut butter with that safety razor.”

“At least I don’t have to go back to 1925 for replacement blades.”

Spike looked genuinely put-out. He didn’t have many antiquarian habits, and he was defensive of those he did have, like shaving with a straight razor. “There’s a shop in LA. I told you.”

Riley rubbed his cheek against Spike’s just to get more shaving cream on him and see his scowl. Then he patted his ass. “Let go. I have to finish getting ready. I’ve got a briefing in twenty minutes.”

Spike lifted, against Riley, rubbing their groins together in a very very distracting way. “C’mon, love. Don’t go.”

“I have a job.”

“Pizza place on the corner is hiring.”

“Spike.” Riley carried him to the bed and dumped him on it. “You know I have to go. Why don’t you call up Angel or something and get involved in one of his missions? I bet I’ll be back before you have time to miss me.”

“Oh,” said Spike, and lifted himself up on one elbow. It was a very cold “Oh”.

Riley sighed. “What?”

Spike shrugged. “So when you save the world, it’s a job, but when I do it it’s a hobby. Something to keep the wifey busy.”

Riley set his fists on the bed on either side of Spike’s hips. “You’re not going to keep me here any longer by having an argument, either.” He kissed Spike’s scowling forehead. “Anyway, you’re not my wife. If anything, I’m the wife. I clean the toilet.”

“You use the toilet.”

Riley backed away from the bed, arms out. “Not my fault I have a digestive system.”

Spike pouted. “I love your digestive system.”

“Now you’re getting gross.” Riley quickly wiped the excess shaving cream off with a hand-towel and dropped it on the sink. “I really, really have to go.” He picked up his shoulder-bag and leaned down to kiss Spike again, but Spike was in full-on sulk mode and turned away.

Riley sighed. He imagined calling Buffy and commiserating with her on the frustrations of dating a temperamental vampire. Wouldn’t that be beyond weird? He wondered if the threat would snap Spike out of it. Instead he just said, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

And then he was out the door, and feeling guilty.

***

Did secret government missions have to take so long? Already the apartment was losing the cozy feel of a living inhabitant. Riley added so much – warmth, smells. There was the way he folded his towels like a drill sergeant was going to stop by and inspect them at any moment, the way he arranged things in the kitchen. His stupid sports paraphernalia that clashed with Spike’s stupid sports paraphernalia to create the very organic feeling of two blokes living together. (Technically, Riley still had a room at his base, but he only spent the absolute minimum time there.)

Spike was proud of having survived two days without calling Angel for a mission. He didn’t need sodding Angel to do good. Things hadn’t been right between them, anyway, since Spike had turned his back on Wolfram and Hart in the hopes that Angel would follow. Angel hadn’t. And then Angel had stopped returning Spike’s calls, anyway.

Spike had gone out patrolling and busted up a mugging and scared off some bloke that was harassing a woman. Not LA-in-Hell type drama, but doing his part. Spike stared at the television, not even remembering which teams were playing or which one he wanted to win. It was American soccer and he mostly rooted for teams based on what cities he’d enjoyed staying in more, but there were so many he’d never even heard of. East Lansing verses Ypsilanti? Where did they even get these names?

Spike was eyeing Angel’s number on his cell phone when he heard the street door open upstairs. Instantly he was at the apartment door, looking up. He smelled the blood before he saw Riley, coming down the steps slowly, leaning heavily on the railing. Riley looked up, eyes a flash of light in a face darkened with bruises, and then tipped forward. Spike just managed to get under him before he fell the rest of the way down the stairs.

Spike had vampire strength on his side, but Riley was a large, awkward mass to maneuver down to the small landing Spike shared with Mrs. Rodriguez, and he didn’t much fancy knocking on her door with Riley’s boots. Riley was fully unconscious and badly hurt. Spike had to force himself to go slow to get him gathered up and into the apartment, though he wanted to rush. Riley was human. Wounds didn’t just heal themselves.

His hands shook as he laid Riley down on the bed. He then had to pick his feet up and put them on, too. Still shaking. The smell of blood was intoxicating, making his stomach clench while at the same time his head was spinning, sick at the sight. Loving humans could give a vampire an eating disorder. Spike undressed Riley, carefully, biting his lip with worry. If he found a wound he couldn’t handle… what then? Call the base? He still wasn’t all that fond of Riley’s employers and their attitudes toward the undead. Would the hospital ask too many questions?

Riley’s bruises felt fever-hot under Spike’s touch. He tore the shirt rather than move Riley too much, then felt bad because the force of tearing brought a groan from Riley and a flutter of his eyelashes.

Although it slowed things down yet again, Spike went and got the first aid kit so he could use the scissors on the rest of Riley’s clothing. The black special-ops fabric put up some resistance, and he kept hitting straps and zippers which he had to stop and un-do. Every second, he feared Riley was losing life-blood.

But when he finally got the clothing off, he found only a few shallow cuts. He rolled Riley over carefully and saw lash-marks. His fingers traced the puckered welts. Then he smelled, under the blood, over the blood, through the blood – Angel.

Spike saw red. He felt his fangs grind. Somehow he continued his inspection. He checked over Riley’s body top to bottom, methodically, trying not to think about what he saw. Then he got washcloths and soap and a towel and set to work cleaning him.

Riley’s arm moved, pushing the rag away from his side. Spike looked up to see Riley looking at him. “Wha?”

Spike didn’t like the unfocused look of his eyes. He touched his lips to Riley’s forehead. “You’ve had a concussion, you giant idiot. Rest.”

Riley mumbled something, it might have been ‘yes’ or ‘rest’, and settled back down.

“Idiot,” Spike said, and felt tears threatening to spill. He took the bucket of soapy water to the sink, rinsed it out and re-filled it.

When he turned back to Riley, he hated how pale he looked against the black sheets, and most of all he hated the thick fingerprint bruises on his hips.

***

Riley awoke to the familiar sight of the acoustic tile ceiling of Spike’s apartment. For a brief moment, he felt relief. His last waking thought had been trying to get here, and he’d made it.

Then he remembered what he’d been running from. Escaping. He struggled out of the bed, which seemed to grip him like a dozen hands. He felt a dead arm across his middle and flailed until he fell right out of the bed.

Someone grabbed him and he fought them off, kicking free until the wall was safely behind him.

Spike stood in front of him, tousled and half wrapped in the bed-sheet. “Wonderful to see you, too, sunshine.”

There ought to be nothing more beautiful than a sleep-toussled Spike, but Riley felt cold and sick every time his thoughts ventured near touching vampire flesh. He felt the wall and tried to ease himself up. “I don’t know why I came here.”

Spike’s eyesbrows canted. “Because you live here. Get back in bed. You’ve been worked over.”

“I have to get to base. Tell them it was a trap.”

Spike was all over him as he tried to stand. Riley tried not to cringe away, but he could see the hurt in Spike’s eyes like a raw wound. “I’m sorry,” Riley said. “I have to go.”

“Say the word,” Spike said, softly and with deadly seriousness. “Say the word and I will end him.”

He was hard and cold and dead against Riley’s side and it was making him want to scream in a way he had never felt before. Riley shook his head and tried to fake confusion. “What are you talking about? End who?”

“Angel. I’ll tear his head off.”

“There’s no Angel. It… I was on a mission. I have to report in.”

Spike’s arms were hard around him, immobile bands of steel. Riley fought the urge to hyperventilate. “Bollocks. You can’t go anywhere. You’re bleeding and concussed and who knows what else. You need to go to the hospital.”

“Then I’ll go to the hospital.” Riley used all his strength to break Spike’s hold. Spike staggered back, stunned by the violence. “I’m a grown man. I don’t need you to take care of me.”

Spike reached out to him. “Of course you are. Of course you don’t. But I can help, yeah?”

“I can’t be here.” Riley ran out of the apartment, not even stopping to put on shoes.

Spike tailed him all the way to the military base, and then paced it’s perimeter, frustrated and helpless.

As the sun threatened to rise, Spike left, consoling himself that at least Riley was safe in the bosom of the military. And they could take care of his hurts. The physical ones, anyway.

Spike wasn’t at all surprised that his footsteps led him to Wolfram and Hart.

Harmony let him into Angel’s office. Spike didn’t wait for her or the lawyer Angel was talking with to leave. “What did you do to Riley Finn?” He demanded. “You sick bastard.”

Angel tossed the paper he was reading aside and leaned back in his chair, an amused expression on his face. “I didn’t do much to him. Just held him down a bit. I think he has control issues. Guess I know who was on top.”

“He’s human. You can’t do that.” Spike looked to Harmony and random-lawyer-man for some support, but they were smiling and backing out of the room like it was an ordinary business conversation. Spike strode up to the desk, picked up Angel’s fancy marble business card holder, and hurled it at him. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t tear your head from your shoulders right now.”

“I thought I was doing you a favor.”

Spike blinked, unclear if Angel was being serious. He had Angel’s heavy marble name-plate in hand, prepared to send it after the card holder. “How was that, then?”

Angel shrugged, languid and unconcerned. “He obviously raped you. I made it clear he shouldn’t do that again.”

“Why would you think he raped me?” Spike was breathless.

Angel leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and looked suddenly nasty. “Since you don’t swing that way, what else was I supposed to think when I smelled you all over his dick?”

“Oh for the love of Christ.” The name-plate spun through the air end-over-end, raked over Angel’s hair as he ducked, and left a triangular dent in the wood paneling where it hit. “You cunt. You absolute cunt. I turned you down once, and it was bleeding eons ago. You honestly think you have something to get back at me for? You think you can just tuck your soul away in a pocket and be a complete evil son of a bitch?”

Angel had a slight smile as he watched Spike pacing and gesturing at him. “So what you’re saying is, you like taking it up the ass now?”

Spike slammed his fists on the desk and snarled at Angel’s smug face. “I will make you pay for what you did.”

“I can recommend a good lawyer,” Angel said.

With an inchoate roar, Spike launched himself over the desk.

***

Spike wasn’t home.

Riley paced through the small apartment one more time, even though there weren’t many places a vampire could hide in it. Under the bed? Behind the couch? The tiny closet?

Riley stood in the middle of the apartment, straddling the edge of the linoleum of the kitchenette and the cheap carpet of the living area, and ran his hands through his hair. Did Spike run away because of how Riley had treated him? It was just the icing on the cake. The one person he could turn to for comfort and support, and he’d pushed him away.

It had been a full day and night. Riley had retreated to the sterile care of the military, seeking comfort in the sounds and smells and orderly life. He’d done all the right things. He filed his report in unflinching detail. He talked to the counselors. He endured the physical examination. And then he’d had enough of that and just wanted a damn hug. He was man enough to admit it. But it was full day out, and Spike wasn’t home. Was he trapped somewhere behind the light?

He sat gingerly on the edge of the too-low sofa and stared at his cell phone. Five unanswered calls to Spike. He dialed again and listened to it ring.

He was so despairing of an answer it took him a moment to realize the call had been picked up. He quickly sputtered into the phone. “Spike? Where are you? Look, I’m sorry about how I left yesterday. I was… I had things I needed to work out. It wasn’t you.”

“Aw, that’s touching,” Angel’s voice replied. “I’ll pass it on to Spike, but he’s a bit tied up right now.”

Instantly, Riley was on his feet. “You piece of shit. I will have the entire army --”

But Angel had already hung up.

The cell phone plastic creaked in Riley’s grip, but he felt clear-headed for the first time in days. Sharp, clear and angry.

***

Angel tossed the cell phone onto the table in front of Spike. “Sounds like your boyfriend is on his way.”

Spike strained against the chains holding him in the interview room chair. “Leave him alone. He’s human. That used to mean something to you.”

Angel pursed his lips. “I’m not this moustache-twirling bad guy you seem to think I am.”

“Oh, sorry, having your minions shock me and chain me up gave a bit of the wrong impression. I suppose you were just afraid of losing another fight.”

“I wasn’t going to lose,” Angel said. He walked around the table, behind Spike. Spike struggled to turn and keep him in sight. “This is all for your own good, Spike. I mean, seriously, Riley? How low IS your self-esteem?”

“He’s a better man than you ever were and you know it.”

Despite his best intentions to the contrary, Spike flinched when Angel touched the back of his neck. There was a pause, and then Angel simply rested his hand there, a casual but possessive grip. “So I can’t convince you to break it off? For your own good? We’re not good dating material, Spike. If you don’t care to preserve your own dignity, do it for his sake.”

Spike tried to lean away from the gentle, implied control of Angel’s hand. “Word of advice? Chaining people up is a terrible way to resolve emotional conflict. Trust me, I’ve tried it.”

Angel’s fingers squeezed, gently, and his thumb stroked the soft skin under Spike’s ear. “Well, then, if we can’t resolve anything, I’m going to have to do some pretty bad things to Riley to scare him off for good.”

Spike’s head sank. He fell forward, letting the chains hold him up. “What do you want?”

Angel stroked his neck again. “That’s more like it.”

***

Riley ran into the lobby of Wolfram and Hart with the long stride of someone who has been running a long time. But he nearly tripped when he saw Spike standing by the reception desk, hands in his pockets.

“You… you were supposed to be kidnapped.”

Spike walked up to him. “Let’s just go home, yeah?”

Riley pulled back when Spike tried to reach for his arm. “Where’s Angel?”

“Who the fuck cares? He’s a sad, lonely old bastard who killed or scared off everyone who ever trusted him. Let’s leave him to it.”

Riley blocked off Spike’s path to the door. “What did he do?”

“Nothing.”

Riley raised an eyebrow.

Spike sighed. “I’ll tell you everything when we get home.” He glanced pointedly at the law-minions milling about. “Not here.”

Riley nodded tightly and led the way out the door. His fists were still clenched, prepared for a battle that hadn’t happened.

Spike couldn’t take the angry silence. He never was one for silence. Less than a block away, he said, “The bastard threatened all sorts of nasty things if I didn’t break it off with you. Can you believe that?”

Riley stopped mid-step, glanced at Spike, and continued walking. “Is this you breaking up with me, then?”

“Don’t be daft. I told him to shove it up his fat Irish backside.”

“So why are we walking home instead of fighting Wolfram and Hart security?”

“There was something else he wanted more.”

Riley did stop, then. He put a hand on Spike’s chest and stared hard at him.

Spike sighed. “Don’t worry. No one wants my tight arse as much as you do. Not even him. He wants me to work for him. Busting baddies. He still thinks he can save the world from behind a desk.”

“And he let you go in exchange for that? A promise to work with him?”

Spike shrugged and looked uncomfortable. “Yeah.”

“You’re lying.”

“I bloody well am not.”

Riley crossed his arms.

Spike sighed again. “You really want to do this out here on the street?”

Riley’s jaw worked back and forth. He looked back at the Wolfram and Hart building like he had half a mind to level it with his bare hands. “I guess not,” he said, and turned, stiffly, back to walking.

Spike was scowling and suspecting a fight to break out as soon as the door closed behind them, so he wasn’t in a particular hurry to get home. So when he saw the apartment building loom in the distance, he stopped. “We shouldn’t be fighting each other. We should be figuring out what to do to teach Angel he can’t get away with this shite. Just because he has a sodding empire and all the joy has been sucked out of his life.”

“I know,” Riley said, quietly. “My superiors had me file a restraining order.”

“A restraining-! Did they also waggle a finger at him?”

“Spike, I just want to get home.”

“Right,” Spike said, following Riley’s silent form. It felt like walking to the headmaster’s office.

But when the door to the apartment closed behind Spike, and he let out a breath to begin explaining himself, he instead found himself gathered into a warm, hard embrace. Spike was startled, tried to say something, forgot what it was, and then found himself rather helplessly melting into the comforting arms. “I-“

“I love you,” Riley said, “And I’m so relieved and happy to have you back safe.”

Spike rested his head on Riley’s shoulder and didn’t mind, for the moment, that his lover was so much taller than he was. “I was trying to defend your honor. Cocked it up.”

“We both get ‘stupid man’ points this week,” Riley said. He ran his hand over Spike’s back and then gently separated from him so he could look in his face. “Are you all right?”

Spike ducked his head. “Of course I’m all right. Just… failed, didn’t I?”

“Would you mind coming to bed with me?”

Spike squinted at Riley. “What the hell kind of question is that? Would I bloody mind?” Spike dropped his coat off his shoulders and started on his shirt buttons. “Mr. Finn, if you don’t get your clothes right off I’ll hold you in contempt, or something. Think I’m mixing up courtroom drama and military.”

Riley stepped between Spike’s arms and stilled his hands with his own. “I failed, too. Angel took away my sense of being in control. I hated it. I’m still dealing with it. I want you, but I need to be in control.”

Spike looked down at their hands, and then back up. “All right,” he said. “Truth is, I need you, too. Need to know you still want me.”

Riley took over removing Spike’s shirt. He leaned down and kissed the angry fang-marks on his shoulder and the bruises still darkening on his chest. Spike held still, not quite sure how much Riley meant about being in control. Riley was gentle and careful with him, exposing and inspecting each part of him with kisses and caresses until Spike stood naked and slightly ashamed, seeing the clear marks on his skin, but Riley didn’t react to them. He just led Spike to the bed and laid him down gently on it.

Riley made no move to undress, himself, but kissed and touched and massaged until Spike was almost weeping with relief, feeling cherished and really, really turned on. It was a bit of a kink, the feel of rough clothing against bare skin, moreso when Riley laid down fully on top of him, grinding his clothed erection against him and kissing him slowly and sweetly. “Turn over,” Riley said.

Spike didn’t want the kiss to end and chased after it. Riley pulled back. “Turn over NOW.”

“Bossy,” he said, but did as ordered.

Riley stroked his side one more time, long and sweet, and then uzipped, grasped Spike’s hips, and thrust in hard. Spike cried out. It hurt, of course, Riley wasn’t a small man, and he was still sore. Still sore and still lubed up and they both knew. Riley must have guessed to have not bothered with preparation. The sides of Riley’s zipper bit into his flesh and his hands were hard, digging in for purchase as he set a punishing pace. Spike tried to turn to see him and be assured by his face, but Riley pressed him back down into the bed without a word.

Riley did not want Spike to see his face. He knew he must be snarling. He had suspected, but knowing… knowing. He felt more anger than passion. A need to hurt. A need to obliterate any trace Angel left on the flesh that should be Riley’s alone. There was no room in his thoughts at the moment for love or respect. He fucked with all the hate and anger he had, grunting and pushing with all his might, tearing his toes up against the metal bedposts as he fought for more leverage. When he came, his vision went white and he found himself unspooling, exhausted, suddenly unable to keep any part of him up. He fell forward and Spike made a sound, a strangled gasp as the last air was pushed from his lungs, and Riley was momentarily surprised to not be alone.

He quickly rolled off to the side and urged Spike up. Spike’s face was tear-streaked and he looked at Riley uncertainly. Riley rubbed a tear away with the pad of his thumb. “You aren’t going to work for Angel,” he said, and then pulled Spike to him. Spike resisted for a moment, then relaxed, letting himself be held.
 
 
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ash_carpenter: Angel Cross ash_carpenter on October 29th, 2012 08:22 pm (UTC)
Gosh, that was so...comforting! I mean, there was the wound-washing, and I think someone kissed someone at some point, didn't they? The actual word 'comfort' was certainly mentioned at least twice... :P

Mmmmmmmmm nom nom nom. Big-bag-of-dicks!Angel is definitely my favourite! Both of the boys abused and confused and angry... And perhaps I'm just letting my imagination run away with me, but doesn't it look as though all this abuse is just ramping up...? :D

Brava, my darling! A marvel, as always! MWAH!
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on October 31st, 2012 03:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darling. So glad you liked my deep, abiding commitment to 'comfort'. :D

I tried, okay! I'm just mean! :D

Mmmm bigbagofdicks!Angel. The best flavor. :D nom nom. *licks him*

I suspect that things are not going to improve, no, not unless they can get the fuck out of dodge. or something. Eh, who cares? MORE ABUSE! nom nom nom
sueworld2003: Autumn leavessueworld2003 on October 29th, 2012 08:47 pm (UTC)
Oh that was utterly gorgeous. :D

"Riley turned in the cage of arms and legs and gave Spike a firm kiss, leaving shaving cream on his nose. “I could have cut myself.”

"Cage of arms" What a great line.
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on October 31st, 2012 03:56 pm (UTC)
:) Thank you, darling. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I felt pretty good about the opening of this story in particular. But then I ran out of time to be fancy about things and just ended it. :P

Shapinglightshapinglight on October 30th, 2012 01:23 pm (UTC)
I absolutely adore it. Spike/Riley are the best pairing ever. It is very sad, though. :(

Can't you write another sequel where they do something horrid to Angel? He spoiled something beautiful and he should pay.



Edited at 2012-10-30 01:25 pm (UTC)
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on October 31st, 2012 03:58 pm (UTC)
So glad you like it, darling! I did worry. I tried hard to get some C in the H. I don't know why that's so hard for me.

Angel did spoil something big here and he should definitely pay. The jerk. I do think I might write a final chapter for this where they get away and all that. and then actually link the four parts for reading all at once. But you know I'm chronically lazy!
Shapinglight: Spike/Rileyshapinglight on October 31st, 2012 04:05 pm (UTC)
Ah, go on. You know you want to.

Look how pretty they are together.
kasumi84kasumi84 on May 29th, 2014 02:32 pm (UTC)
I like it. It was a little surreal reading Spike in love with Riley, but I love the way you make surreal thing sound so real :)
hello_spikeyhello_spikey on May 29th, 2014 04:02 pm (UTC)
Well, it's always my hope to make the pairing seem authentic. And not just me perving over Riley. mmm nom nom.

hello_spikeyhello_spikey on May 29th, 2014 04:34 pm (UTC)
Well, it's always my hope to make the pairing seem authentic. And not just me perving over Riley. mmm nom nom.

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