Mod Challenge for Shapinglight: A First Time for Everything
This is for Shapinglight, who requested a sequel to my Spike/Riley fic, “Large and In Charge”
That fic can be found here.
This takes place post “Angel: After the Fall”, ignoring the Buffy Season 8 comics entirely. Instead Buffy and Co (and Riley) were all doing much more sensible things. Riley, in particular, was sent to investigate this weird pulse of magical energy that marked LA disappearing and reappearing. He met Spike and detained him for questioning that turned into hot slashy sex. This starts the next day, as our heroes iron out a few things about their new relationship.
No particular warnings for this one. But I should warn you I'm thinking of writing a sequel. Again.
Large and In Charge 2: A First Time for Everything
Riley was hooked. He knew it by the way he got hard just talking about Spike - impersonally, in a formal briefing, even. He knew it by how frantically he arranged to get all his necessary work out of the way so he could run to the holding cells.
It was like… when he was a kid, his mom hadn’t allowed any candy in the house. She was a bit of a hippy, and living an hour’s drive from the nearest store made it pretty easy for her to control what her kids ate. They had oranges and peanuts in their Easter baskets. But in junior high school, Riley had gotten a candy bar from his coach after a good game. For some reason, he didn’t politely refuse like he’d done when other kids gave him candy. He’d snuck back into the locker room and devoured it. That was it. The end of 13 years of healthy eating. He’d tasted chocolate for the first time and instantly couldn’t get enough.
It was like that. A decade of being very careful with his partners, of avoiding what he most wanted because it would hurt them, and now he’d had it. He couldn’t get enough.
So he hoped he could be forgiven for arranging things so Spike would have to stay in custody for a little while, and Riley would have to ‘interrogate’ him again. It wasn’t entirely proper, but damn, he couldn’t wait.
He practically hopped on his toes while the MP unlocked the cell door, and then he was pushing through it before the officer stepped aside.
To find Spike gone.
Riley turned around in place, staring at the empty cell. A cigarette wrapper was the only sign that Spike had been in it.
“Sir?” The MP was supporting another soldier, in his underwear. “The hostile took Kolowski’s uniform and key card.”
Riley crumbled the cigarette package. “Don’t sound the alert. Tell the general I’ll find him.”
***
Spike sat on his usual stool at his favorite bar, watching a boxing match on the TV behind the bar. The sound was turned way down, but that was just fine for a vampire’s ears, if he paid attention. And he was paying attention.
Still, he knew the instant Riley entered the room - he hadn’t showered. “Hello, Cornfed.”
To his credit, Riley simply dropped onto the stool next to him. “If you want to avoid me, you’re not trying very hard.”
“Who’s avoiding? I just didn’t fancy another stint in government custody. They tend to get a little fresh with my brain.”
“We don’t do that anymore.”
“Well, thanks for completely allaying my fears.”
“Come on, Spike. You know I wouldn’t let anything like that happen to you, after… well, after.”
“Right, so keeping me captive was just your way of making me feel wanted.” Spike kept his eyes on the television, kept the hurt out of his voice.
“I know. I’m sorry. I was afraid I’d never see you again. I’m still a little afraid, actually. Last night was… wow, it was incredible. I don’t want to go the rest of my life without doing that again. I kinda don’t want to go the rest of the day without doing it again.”
Spike relented and looked at Riley’s earnest, open face. His lips were open and his cheeks flushed. He was gagging for it. Spike grinned. “Well, that’s what a bloke likes to hear. Do us a favor and write a note to Angel about how irresistible I am? I’m starting a collection.”
“I’ll need a refresher,” Riley said, his hand sliding up Spike’s thigh.
Spike looked down at Riley’s hand then smirked around the lip of his beer bottle.
Riley’s hand pushed between Spike’s legs. Spike raised his eyebrow and choked on beer a little as Riley leaned into him, gripping Spike’s cock through the tough denim of his jeans. Spike looked over his shoulder at the working class regulars. “Not too worried about your reputation, are you, soldier boy?”
“Finish your drink because we’re leaving now.”
Spike glanced down. “You think you’re still in charge? I’m not wearing a uniform, mate.”
Riley tilted his head. “I could dress you up in one if you really want.”
Spike rolled his eyes and tried not to act affected by the commanding tone and manhandling. He dropped his hand on top of Riley’s, and pushed him back away from the family jewels. “You might be ready to fly the rainbow flag, but I’d rather you didn’t yank my dick out in public, all right, Riley?”
Riley’s response was to crack a wide smile. “You called me by my name.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to get engaged.” Spike slipped off the other side of his bar stool before he let go of Riley’s hand.
Riley sighed. “Spike, I’m sorry.” He put his hand back up on the bar. “Come on, sit down. I’ll be good.”
Spike stepped right up to Riley, between the bar stools. “Just follow me back to mine. I’m not a blushing maiden, either.” And he grabbed his beer.
Riley followed him closely, eagerly. He looked around at the industrial ugliness of the street. “So… this is your neighborhood?”
“Had a place in the hills for a bit. Didn’t work out.” Spike fished his keys out as they approached his building. “Haven’t had the maid by for a decade or so - don’t judge.”
Riley crowded up close behind him as Spike unlocked the street door. “I don’t think I’ll even notice the color of the walls.”
“Let’s see if you can make it twenty feet without giving Mrs. Rodriguez fantasy material for a month.” Spike pulled Riley through the door after him and down a short flight of stairs to a basement landing with two doors on it. One was decorated with a twist of dried palm, the other Spike unlocked with his second key.
Riley waited until the door was closed behind him again before attacking - he had said he’d be good, and he didn’t want to scandalize Spike’s neighbor, either. Still, he’d definitely waited long enough. He grabbed Spike by the shoulders and turned him, slamming their bodies together.
And was suddenly against the wall, a snarling vampire in his face. Riley’s eyes dilated, his vision narrowing to the glistening fangs in front of him. And then he was being kissed, soft lips and sharp fangs together. Spike’s thigh forced its way between Riley’s and he rubbed his hip hard into Riley’s fly. Riley tried to move his hands and found Spike was holding his wrists as hard as steel cuffs. The kiss was going on longer than Riley could breathe. He wrenched his face to the side. “Stop.”
“Make me,” Spike purred, and scraped along Riley’s neck, which felt good - amazing, even, but Riley felt a building rage at not being able to move his hands.
“STOP!”
Spike froze against him, then pulled back. Riley shoved him away. Spike’s ridges faded away and he looked hurt. “Thought you liked a little fang.”
“Not like that.” Riley pushed away from the wall, and, feeling just a little guilty, straightened his clothes.
Spike focused on a point on the wall somewhere to Riley’s left. “I wouldn’t… I won’t force you. You should know that.”
“That’s not it.” Riley stepped toward him and waited for Spike to meet his gaze. “I have to be in control, Spike. I can’t stand it if I’m not.”
The disbelieving smirk he got definitely broke the tense mood. Riley relaxed. “It’s just the way I’m wired.”
Spike crossed his arms. “You expect me to believe that all those times you had a vamp suck on you, you were in control?”
“Absolutely. I was paying them. I said where and how hard. Stop looking at me like that.”
Spike sauntered past, bumping into him. “They would have drained you dry the moment it was more convenient to them.”
Riley turned to watch Spike approach the refrigerator like he was going to seduce it. “Let a guy have his illusions.”
Spike leaned back against the fridge and twisted the top off his beer. “You don’t know what you’re missing. I’ll make you see sparks. Make you beg for more.”
“I bet you could.” Riley set his hands on the freezer on either side of Spike. “But not today, okay? We’ll work up to it.”
Spike dropped his gaze and muttered, “I’m still sore.”
Riley had to hide his disappointment. “Hey, we don’t have to do that every time.”
“Fuck.” Spike shrugged and pushed Riley out of his way. “I’m not a blushing virgin, here. I’m stronger than you. Nigh indestructible, if you don’t cut off my head.”
Riley rolled his eyes. “I don’t think less of you as a vampire.”
“Don’t do me any favors.” Spike dropped onto the couch.
“I realize this relationship is kinda new, but we’re alone, together, and we can do whatever you want. This doesn’t have to be about dominance. It doesn’t have to be anything at all.”
“Until you throw me in a jail cell.”
Riley slipped the television remote out of Spike’s grasp and tossed it back onto the side table. “No one’s coming. I back-dated your release, fully authorized. I admit, I was tempted. I wanted to keep you. Can you blame me?” He nudged his way between Spike’s knees and put his hands on the couch back behind him. “Now can we please, please get naked?”
Spike tilted his head back, looking up at Riley with amusement, his beer resting on his belt buckle. “So how does this work, then, if neither of us is throwing the other on the floor?”
Riley dropped his elbows onto the sofa-back, snuggling in tight against Spike. “Haven’t you done this before?”
“Please.” Spike wriggled nicely and got his beer out from between them. “I’ve done everything a body can do to, with, or on another.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Riley drew his nose gently along Spike’s jaw and kissed the soft space just below his ear. “I mean the pace - slow and sweet. No struggle for dominance, just…” he dragged his lips along Spike’s cheek and placed a slow kiss on his mouth, slightly open. “Just go with it.”
They both smelled the beer pouring out on the floor. Spike wrapped his hands behind Riley’s shoulders and lifted himself up against him, returning the kiss hard and probing. When Riley started to tense from lack of breath, Spike broke off. “Hate to break it to you, but someone’s got to top.”
Riley gasped, cheeks flushed, and recovered to a distinctly evil grin. “So there is something you haven’t done.”
“I bloody well… guh…” Spike lost his train of thought as Riley’s big hand pried his cock free of his jeans.
Rutting up against him was getting in the way of getting his jeans off, so Spike let himself fall back and set to kicking his boots off while Riley jacked him with agonizing slowness and care.
“Now you’ve got it out, do something with it,” Spike teased, shimmying out of his jeans.
Riley lowered his head and licked a wide stripe across the tip. Spike hissed and raised up his hips for more, but Riley held off to open his own trousers. Spike was about to protest, but then that big, warm hand was wrapped around him again, pressing him against a big, hot dick, which rubbed up and down deliciously.
Spike finally got his legs free and wrapped them around Riley’s flexing hips. “I have done this before,” he said.
“Well, if I’m boring you, why don’t I stop?” His hand relaxed.
“Asshole,” Spike said, gripping around Riley’s hand.
“It’s the sweet talk that really gets me.”
Despite his greater strength, Spike gave in after his fifth attempt to increase the pace was met with resistance. Riley seemed intent on going teasingly slow, warming up every nerve ending with friction and his own body heat. Somehow Spike managed to get Riley undressed, working that in between very pleasant handfuls of muscle. It helped that Riley got distracted for a good three seconds when Spike nipped at his jugular and flashed a little fang. When that stopped working he dragged his fangs along the side of Riley’s neck and was rewarded with a gasp and a raised chin.
Riley was rubbing his whole body over him, pressing him into the sofa, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to slip his fangs in. The skin parted easily, almost welcomingly, and hot blood filled his mouth. Riley cried out and hot spunk spilled over his chest a second later. Riley’s bulk sliding down him on a sheen of sweat and jizz, plus a few more slow strokes, took Spike over the edge too.
Spike laughed as they settled in a tangle on the too-small sofa. “All right,” he said, kissing Riley’s damp temple, “Don’t think I’ve ever done it quite like that.”
When Riley lifted himself on one elbow, smiling brightly, Spike added, “Don’t be smug.”
Riley rolled off the edge of the sofa and onto the beer-wet rug, dragging Spike down on to of him. “Sure. There’s a first time for everything.”
The End
Or not. Gosh, I wrote another sequel!
That fic can be found here.
This takes place post “Angel: After the Fall”, ignoring the Buffy Season 8 comics entirely. Instead Buffy and Co (and Riley) were all doing much more sensible things. Riley, in particular, was sent to investigate this weird pulse of magical energy that marked LA disappearing and reappearing. He met Spike and detained him for questioning that turned into hot slashy sex. This starts the next day, as our heroes iron out a few things about their new relationship.
No particular warnings for this one. But I should warn you I'm thinking of writing a sequel. Again.
Large and In Charge 2: A First Time for Everything
Riley was hooked. He knew it by the way he got hard just talking about Spike - impersonally, in a formal briefing, even. He knew it by how frantically he arranged to get all his necessary work out of the way so he could run to the holding cells.
It was like… when he was a kid, his mom hadn’t allowed any candy in the house. She was a bit of a hippy, and living an hour’s drive from the nearest store made it pretty easy for her to control what her kids ate. They had oranges and peanuts in their Easter baskets. But in junior high school, Riley had gotten a candy bar from his coach after a good game. For some reason, he didn’t politely refuse like he’d done when other kids gave him candy. He’d snuck back into the locker room and devoured it. That was it. The end of 13 years of healthy eating. He’d tasted chocolate for the first time and instantly couldn’t get enough.
It was like that. A decade of being very careful with his partners, of avoiding what he most wanted because it would hurt them, and now he’d had it. He couldn’t get enough.
So he hoped he could be forgiven for arranging things so Spike would have to stay in custody for a little while, and Riley would have to ‘interrogate’ him again. It wasn’t entirely proper, but damn, he couldn’t wait.
He practically hopped on his toes while the MP unlocked the cell door, and then he was pushing through it before the officer stepped aside.
To find Spike gone.
Riley turned around in place, staring at the empty cell. A cigarette wrapper was the only sign that Spike had been in it.
“Sir?” The MP was supporting another soldier, in his underwear. “The hostile took Kolowski’s uniform and key card.”
Riley crumbled the cigarette package. “Don’t sound the alert. Tell the general I’ll find him.”
***
Spike sat on his usual stool at his favorite bar, watching a boxing match on the TV behind the bar. The sound was turned way down, but that was just fine for a vampire’s ears, if he paid attention. And he was paying attention.
Still, he knew the instant Riley entered the room - he hadn’t showered. “Hello, Cornfed.”
To his credit, Riley simply dropped onto the stool next to him. “If you want to avoid me, you’re not trying very hard.”
“Who’s avoiding? I just didn’t fancy another stint in government custody. They tend to get a little fresh with my brain.”
“We don’t do that anymore.”
“Well, thanks for completely allaying my fears.”
“Come on, Spike. You know I wouldn’t let anything like that happen to you, after… well, after.”
“Right, so keeping me captive was just your way of making me feel wanted.” Spike kept his eyes on the television, kept the hurt out of his voice.
“I know. I’m sorry. I was afraid I’d never see you again. I’m still a little afraid, actually. Last night was… wow, it was incredible. I don’t want to go the rest of my life without doing that again. I kinda don’t want to go the rest of the day without doing it again.”
Spike relented and looked at Riley’s earnest, open face. His lips were open and his cheeks flushed. He was gagging for it. Spike grinned. “Well, that’s what a bloke likes to hear. Do us a favor and write a note to Angel about how irresistible I am? I’m starting a collection.”
“I’ll need a refresher,” Riley said, his hand sliding up Spike’s thigh.
Spike looked down at Riley’s hand then smirked around the lip of his beer bottle.
Riley’s hand pushed between Spike’s legs. Spike raised his eyebrow and choked on beer a little as Riley leaned into him, gripping Spike’s cock through the tough denim of his jeans. Spike looked over his shoulder at the working class regulars. “Not too worried about your reputation, are you, soldier boy?”
“Finish your drink because we’re leaving now.”
Spike glanced down. “You think you’re still in charge? I’m not wearing a uniform, mate.”
Riley tilted his head. “I could dress you up in one if you really want.”
Spike rolled his eyes and tried not to act affected by the commanding tone and manhandling. He dropped his hand on top of Riley’s, and pushed him back away from the family jewels. “You might be ready to fly the rainbow flag, but I’d rather you didn’t yank my dick out in public, all right, Riley?”
Riley’s response was to crack a wide smile. “You called me by my name.”
“Doesn’t mean I want to get engaged.” Spike slipped off the other side of his bar stool before he let go of Riley’s hand.
Riley sighed. “Spike, I’m sorry.” He put his hand back up on the bar. “Come on, sit down. I’ll be good.”
Spike stepped right up to Riley, between the bar stools. “Just follow me back to mine. I’m not a blushing maiden, either.” And he grabbed his beer.
Riley followed him closely, eagerly. He looked around at the industrial ugliness of the street. “So… this is your neighborhood?”
“Had a place in the hills for a bit. Didn’t work out.” Spike fished his keys out as they approached his building. “Haven’t had the maid by for a decade or so - don’t judge.”
Riley crowded up close behind him as Spike unlocked the street door. “I don’t think I’ll even notice the color of the walls.”
“Let’s see if you can make it twenty feet without giving Mrs. Rodriguez fantasy material for a month.” Spike pulled Riley through the door after him and down a short flight of stairs to a basement landing with two doors on it. One was decorated with a twist of dried palm, the other Spike unlocked with his second key.
Riley waited until the door was closed behind him again before attacking - he had said he’d be good, and he didn’t want to scandalize Spike’s neighbor, either. Still, he’d definitely waited long enough. He grabbed Spike by the shoulders and turned him, slamming their bodies together.
And was suddenly against the wall, a snarling vampire in his face. Riley’s eyes dilated, his vision narrowing to the glistening fangs in front of him. And then he was being kissed, soft lips and sharp fangs together. Spike’s thigh forced its way between Riley’s and he rubbed his hip hard into Riley’s fly. Riley tried to move his hands and found Spike was holding his wrists as hard as steel cuffs. The kiss was going on longer than Riley could breathe. He wrenched his face to the side. “Stop.”
“Make me,” Spike purred, and scraped along Riley’s neck, which felt good - amazing, even, but Riley felt a building rage at not being able to move his hands.
“STOP!”
Spike froze against him, then pulled back. Riley shoved him away. Spike’s ridges faded away and he looked hurt. “Thought you liked a little fang.”
“Not like that.” Riley pushed away from the wall, and, feeling just a little guilty, straightened his clothes.
Spike focused on a point on the wall somewhere to Riley’s left. “I wouldn’t… I won’t force you. You should know that.”
“That’s not it.” Riley stepped toward him and waited for Spike to meet his gaze. “I have to be in control, Spike. I can’t stand it if I’m not.”
The disbelieving smirk he got definitely broke the tense mood. Riley relaxed. “It’s just the way I’m wired.”
Spike crossed his arms. “You expect me to believe that all those times you had a vamp suck on you, you were in control?”
“Absolutely. I was paying them. I said where and how hard. Stop looking at me like that.”
Spike sauntered past, bumping into him. “They would have drained you dry the moment it was more convenient to them.”
Riley turned to watch Spike approach the refrigerator like he was going to seduce it. “Let a guy have his illusions.”
Spike leaned back against the fridge and twisted the top off his beer. “You don’t know what you’re missing. I’ll make you see sparks. Make you beg for more.”
“I bet you could.” Riley set his hands on the freezer on either side of Spike. “But not today, okay? We’ll work up to it.”
Spike dropped his gaze and muttered, “I’m still sore.”
Riley had to hide his disappointment. “Hey, we don’t have to do that every time.”
“Fuck.” Spike shrugged and pushed Riley out of his way. “I’m not a blushing virgin, here. I’m stronger than you. Nigh indestructible, if you don’t cut off my head.”
Riley rolled his eyes. “I don’t think less of you as a vampire.”
“Don’t do me any favors.” Spike dropped onto the couch.
“I realize this relationship is kinda new, but we’re alone, together, and we can do whatever you want. This doesn’t have to be about dominance. It doesn’t have to be anything at all.”
“Until you throw me in a jail cell.”
Riley slipped the television remote out of Spike’s grasp and tossed it back onto the side table. “No one’s coming. I back-dated your release, fully authorized. I admit, I was tempted. I wanted to keep you. Can you blame me?” He nudged his way between Spike’s knees and put his hands on the couch back behind him. “Now can we please, please get naked?”
Spike tilted his head back, looking up at Riley with amusement, his beer resting on his belt buckle. “So how does this work, then, if neither of us is throwing the other on the floor?”
Riley dropped his elbows onto the sofa-back, snuggling in tight against Spike. “Haven’t you done this before?”
“Please.” Spike wriggled nicely and got his beer out from between them. “I’ve done everything a body can do to, with, or on another.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Riley drew his nose gently along Spike’s jaw and kissed the soft space just below his ear. “I mean the pace - slow and sweet. No struggle for dominance, just…” he dragged his lips along Spike’s cheek and placed a slow kiss on his mouth, slightly open. “Just go with it.”
They both smelled the beer pouring out on the floor. Spike wrapped his hands behind Riley’s shoulders and lifted himself up against him, returning the kiss hard and probing. When Riley started to tense from lack of breath, Spike broke off. “Hate to break it to you, but someone’s got to top.”
Riley gasped, cheeks flushed, and recovered to a distinctly evil grin. “So there is something you haven’t done.”
“I bloody well… guh…” Spike lost his train of thought as Riley’s big hand pried his cock free of his jeans.
Rutting up against him was getting in the way of getting his jeans off, so Spike let himself fall back and set to kicking his boots off while Riley jacked him with agonizing slowness and care.
“Now you’ve got it out, do something with it,” Spike teased, shimmying out of his jeans.
Riley lowered his head and licked a wide stripe across the tip. Spike hissed and raised up his hips for more, but Riley held off to open his own trousers. Spike was about to protest, but then that big, warm hand was wrapped around him again, pressing him against a big, hot dick, which rubbed up and down deliciously.
Spike finally got his legs free and wrapped them around Riley’s flexing hips. “I have done this before,” he said.
“Well, if I’m boring you, why don’t I stop?” His hand relaxed.
“Asshole,” Spike said, gripping around Riley’s hand.
“It’s the sweet talk that really gets me.”
Despite his greater strength, Spike gave in after his fifth attempt to increase the pace was met with resistance. Riley seemed intent on going teasingly slow, warming up every nerve ending with friction and his own body heat. Somehow Spike managed to get Riley undressed, working that in between very pleasant handfuls of muscle. It helped that Riley got distracted for a good three seconds when Spike nipped at his jugular and flashed a little fang. When that stopped working he dragged his fangs along the side of Riley’s neck and was rewarded with a gasp and a raised chin.
Riley was rubbing his whole body over him, pressing him into the sofa, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to slip his fangs in. The skin parted easily, almost welcomingly, and hot blood filled his mouth. Riley cried out and hot spunk spilled over his chest a second later. Riley’s bulk sliding down him on a sheen of sweat and jizz, plus a few more slow strokes, took Spike over the edge too.
Spike laughed as they settled in a tangle on the too-small sofa. “All right,” he said, kissing Riley’s damp temple, “Don’t think I’ve ever done it quite like that.”
When Riley lifted himself on one elbow, smiling brightly, Spike added, “Don’t be smug.”
Riley rolled off the edge of the sofa and onto the beer-wet rug, dragging Spike down on to of him. “Sure. There’s a first time for everything.”
The End
Or not. Gosh, I wrote another sequel!