Riley relaxed in his arms. Their mouths once again engaged in an unhurried dance while Spike chased his own come. He was content for the moment to just lie there. Being held. Being rewarded for a job well done. Being the vampire 's happy little pet...

When they finally parted, Spike rested his head back on the mattress. Something else nice about Riley's place. He had an actual bed rather than a hard marble crypt to sleep on. And there were other niceties that came with human habitation. He smiled up at his sweet boy, lips curving slyly. "Did I hear something about a shower fall from your lovely, bruised lips earlier... or was that just my imagination?" He arched an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"Mmmm-hmmm, one of the best things about this place. No bathtub, which doesn't bother me since I'm too big for most tubs, but the shower's huge. You feeling the urge to get cleaned up?" Riley rolled onto his side, bending one elbow and resting his chin on his hand. He trailed one finger down the line of Spike's collarbone. "That's another nice thing about the place I found, though. Has a large bathtub. One of those old Victorian ones with the clawed feet? Even I can fit in it."

"Ohhh," Spike's delighted groan was a sound verging on orgasmic. It was all he could do to keep his eyes from rolling back up into his head and curling his toes in anticipation. He was well and truly sold on the new flat and he'd not even stepped foot into the place, yet.

"Haven't been in one of those in ages, not since the mansion just outside Sunnyhell. And yes, I do have the urge to get... clean... but I'm lookin' to get a whole helluva lot dirtier, first. Maybe even get clean *while* we get dirty?" He leered at Riley, hoping the boy would catch his drift. Water sports were a particular favorite of his. Usually he'd fuck his partners in the rain... when modern plumbing wasn't available. But there was nothing quite like a cascade of warm water pouring over you while you sunk your knob into a willing someone.

"Really? Want to fill me in on how?" Riley returned that leer with one of his own. He had an idea of what Spike meant but he wanted to hear him describe it. That was half the fun of being with Spike after all. The guy loved to talk, which, combined with that British accent, made for an interesting package. It was a closely held secret but Riley was a sucker for anything British. He'd spent a bit of time in England and had fallen in love with the country and the people...

"I'm fully expectin' you to get me up against those tiles and gimme the fucking you promised," Spike said. His tone a mixture of sexy and sulky. It was all part of the game, the give and take between lovers. But Riley half expected the blond to cross his arms over his chest and swear that if he didn't do as asked... Then he'd pick up all of his toys and go home.

"Oh trust me... I'm gonna do that. Right up against the tile..." Riley rolled to his feet, shimmying out of his tights jeans and boxers. If Spike had any doubt in his mind about whether the boy was eager or not, the hard cock that slapped up against that tanned stomach dispelled every last one. The young man held out a hand to the blond vampire with a big grin, "Let's go..."

Spike clasped Riley's hand. His grin was only slightly less beatific as he hopped up off of the bed. He stared at the boy's back as Riley moved easily toward the open door to the bathroom. **Holy Mother of God, he's bleedin' magnificent. Fuck... having him is enough to turn me into a shirtlifter for the rest of my unlife.** The blond followed, remaining not more than a few steps behind his human companion.

Now unconcerned about being naked in front of Spike, Riley slid back the door to his shower. He hadn't been exaggerating about the size of the fixture. It could easily fit four people in it spacious environs... Four people... Or one very big ex-marine and a smaller vampire. Said ex-marine leaned over and turned on the taps, "You like it hot, cool or medium?"

"Hot," Spike replied absently as he leaned back against the bathroom counter. His eyes were fixed on one spot, silently admiring the view as Riley bent over. He was hard again almost instantly. Vampiric stamina had its advantages... But Spike knew even if he'd been human, that sight would have gotten a rise out of him.

"Me too... I like my showers like I like my sex..." Riley turned the heat all the way up and the room started to fill with steam. He looked back over his shoulder at Spike, hazel eyes dilated, desire evident on his handsome face. A flash of pink caught the vampire's eye; the boy's tongue flickered over his lips as he finished the sentence with one last word. "Hot..."

"Mmmm," Spike licked his own lips in turn as he brushed past Riley and stepped into the shower. He hissed in appreciation as the scalding water touched his cool skin. Clean, it'd been so long since he'd been clean. Just hasty once-overs wherever he could find running water.

Or the occasional lukewarm shower at the local truck stop. He hated using those places, feeling the eyes of the big burleys watching him, wondering if they could get away with jumping him. Slender build, well-muscled but small-boned... perfect target for the chicken hawks. With his chip firmly in place, they could do anything they bloody well pleased and he couldn't do a single damned thing to stop them. Bravado and attitude had been the only things that had kept him safe.

But that was all in the past now, he was here... And one of the biggest men he knew was watching him with something other than lust in his eyes. Oh, the wanting was there, it was clear as day... but there was something else, too... something he couldn't put his finger on.

Casting those musings aside, Spike leaned back against the icy tiles and crooked a finger at Riley. Midnight dark eyes staring deeply into the young man's warm hazel ones. His voice was rough with need as he murmured, "Get in here and fuck me."

Riley smiled, noting just how eager his partner was for him. It felt good, felt good to be wanted like that. But if they were going to do as Spike demanded, they were going to need a few supplies. He didn't want to hurt his partner...

"Hold on... Gotta get something first. Why don't you get started and I'll be right in?" Not waiting for an answer, Riley pulled two towels out of the linen closet and laid them down on the sink. He turned his back on the man in his shower and walked out of the bathroom. Luckily what they needed was still on the kitchen counter, all he had to do was grab it.

Spike heaved a purposefully melodramatic sigh as he watched the boy leave. His shoulders slumped, disappointed that his lover hadn't jumped at the chance. But if Riley needed to do something, he needed to do something. He trusted the lad, trusted that he would come back and give him what he wanted.

What he wanted was that hard, heavy cock filling his ass to the brim. He wanted those broad hands holding his wrists, pinning him to the tile as the big man fucked him into oblivion. After dwelling on that happy visual, Spike ducked his head under the water. The searing cascade plastered his platinum hair back on his head, obliterating his unruly curls.

"Hurry back," He called out, his rich baritone carrying into the other room. Giving over to the sensual pleasure of being immersed in clean, clear water, he arched his neck letting it pound onto his skin. The vampire turned and opened his mouth wide, allowing the spray of water to flow into it. Clean, oh god... clean.

Riley grabbed the small package and broke it open, grinning at the label as he walked back into the bathroom. Cherry flavored... that could be fun. There were more flavors in the nightstand drawer but somehow cherry seemed fitting for this. A laugh escaped as he shook his head, the Finn sense of humor had struck again. **Your last cherry went the way of the Dodo last night, remember Ry?**

Hurrying back to the bathroom, Riley stopped in the doorway, his free hand on the jamb. He was mesmerized by the sight of that pale, slender body as Spike moved under the spray. Fuck... nice didn't even cover it, he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Feeling covetous eyes on him, Spike smiled as he turned around. He leaned back against the tiled wall under the spray, letting it pelt his head and shoulders. His gorgeous boy was standing in the doorway, naked and impossibly hard, clutching something in his hand.

While those eyes watched his every movement, Spike slid his own hand slowly down his chest. He tweaked a nipple as he went, biting his lip. Those slender fingers moved onward, following the path of the water over his firm, flat stomach. Sliding into dark curls, curving around his cock and stroking it.

**Oh yeah...Give me some of that.** Riley watched Spike touch himself and his own cock slapped up hard against his stomach again. Those should be his hands on that body, dammit. But if there was going to be a show maybe he could wait for a minute. Wait... Watch... Admire. This night was still young.

"Riley... get in here," Spike murmured, sensing his lover's hesitation. He didn't want to wait another second. "Or there won't be any more hot water left..." The implication of those softly spoken words was all too clear to the former soldier.

He didn't need any further prompting, Riley obeyed. He closed the bathroom door and stepped into the shower stall. Reaching behind him, he slid the glass door closed as well before placing the small tube next to the soap. One more step forward and he was enfolding Spike in his arms for a searing kiss that left both of them shaking.

Hands skimming over Riley's back, Spike pulled the boy under the spray with him. Their tongues rasped against one another, each seeking the other. Moaning into Riley's mouth, he thrust his cock against one warm hip. Seduction wasn't necessary, not now, he was already conquered. The blond silently prayed that his companion would get the hint and bloody well get on with it already.

The ex-marine melted into the kiss, one hand cradling the back of his partner's head, the other in the small of his back. He loved kissing, loved the slide of lips and tongues, the scent and taste of his lover filling his senses. Knowing he could do just this for hours, Riley had to force himself to stop... To step back. To regain control.

He knew what Spike wanted and was more than willing to give it to him. Riley's voice dropped lower than it had ever been before as he quietly ordered, "Turn around and face the wall..."

Quelling the shiver that raced through him at the sound of those words, this was his boy... this was Riley. Angelus was hours and a soul away. Spike turned slowly and planted his hands against the cool tile. His fair head bowed between his shoulders, biting his lower lip as he waited.

Riley picked up the tube from the soap dish and squeezed some of its contents onto his fingers. The smell of cherries filled the small room, mingling with the fragrance of his sandalwood soap and the faint remnants of his after-shave. The patter of the water on their skin was the only noise, that and the soft almost whimper that escaped from the man in front of him.

Recognizing the sound of need, Riley leaned over to place a kiss on the blond's shoulder. That gentle touch soothed his quivering, banished the sudden fear. His boy, not his sire... his soddin' lovely boy was behind him. Spike calmed immediately, desire once again taking over.

With his other hand, Riley carefully spread Spike's thighs apart. His lubed fingers searched for their target. One of them slid inside so easily that it startled him and the moan that rose form his lover thrilled his to the core. "Like that, do you?"

"How'd you guess?" Spike groaned as he rested his forehead against the tile. Oh Christ, it'd never felt this good, had it? No... not ever... not once had it ever felt this good.

"The noises give you away every single time..." He added another finger which also slid in without a hitch. It may have been years since Spike had done this but his body was remembering. Riley pumped his fingers into him for a few, slow deep strokes before withdrawing. Time for something bigger.

This time he coated his cock with the slick stuff, covering it completely and moaning in delight at the feel of his own hand. Lube, something he'd never used before. Stuff was simply amazing. The young man bent his knees a little so he could position himself just right, instructing Spike with another murmured command, "Raise up on your toes..."

"Wouldn't do if everything you did didn't always feel so fuckin' good..." Spike did as requested. His lean body trembled again. This time it was with anticipation, fingers curling against the tile, nails scraping over the smooth surface.

"What can I say? I'm a perfectionist. Anything worth doing is worth doing right." Riley wrapped one arm around Spike's waist as he lowered him right onto his cock. Like with his fingers, the lube made all the difference in the world. There was no pain, just a long descent into the sweet, cool, grasping tunnel. Riley kissed the back of the vampire's neck as he muttered. "Or anyone, for that matter..."

Spike whimpered as that warm, pulsing cock sunk deeper and deeper into him, filling him with the sensation of life again. Leaning back against that hard, tall frame, the small blond looped his arm around Riley's neck. He craned his neck, turning slightly so he could capture the boy's mouth with his own. Their lips met in a ferocious, soul-devouring kiss as he rocked his hips backward, driving himself down onto Riley's cock.

The hot water had warmed the vampire's skin until he almost felt human. But inside was still very cool and oddly refreshing. Riley was used to a hot human body, used to the slap of heated skin on heated skin, to the trickle of sweat that came because your partner was burning you up. The contrast between the heated flesh and the sweet coolness within was beyond delightful. It was addicting...

Riley kissed his partner, craning his neck as best he could to keep contact between their mouths. It was a good thing the vampire was so much shorter than he was. It made it possible to kiss while he took him from behind. It allowed him to do his two favorite things... kiss... and fuck.

Spike parted his lips wide, letting Riley fuck his mouth just like he was fucking his ass... thoroughly and well. He gripped a handful of the boy's dripping hair and moaned into his mouth. His other hand grasped Riley's, moving it up along his own chest. It was an imitation of what he'd done that morning, the silent quest for one more sensation. He hoped his bright lad would pick up on the gesture, that he would know what he wanted... what he needed.

And Riley did know. Everything they'd done before was firmly etched in his memory. He knew exactly what Spike needed. Knew what he craved and he was more than willing to give it. His fingers found one nipple and twisted it. The moan that filled his mouth was very, very rewarding. Riley let the hand on Spike's hip drop downward until he found his lover's cock.

The movement was so natural, he stroked Spike as if he himself were masturbating in his shower. After all he'd done it so many times during the last week. By now Riley could have qualified as an expert on how to get off in the shower in 5 minutes or less. **Wonder if that could qualify as an Olympic sport?**

"Ohhhh, fuck," Spike gasped, the curse tumbling out of him without a single thought. His wet, trembling lips were just a breath away from Riley's own, brushing against them as he spoke. The words, spoken in a soft growl, were practically a chant. "Fuck... more, harder... harder... fuck me harder, Riley... ahh, fuck me..."

Words came in response to that plea, words Riley never thought he'd say, not to anyone. What a difference a single day could make in the course of one's lifetime. "Ohh... yeah... Mmmm... You've got the tightest ass in the world... Love fucking your ass." His hips pistoned in and out as he slammed into Spike. His superior weight almost forced his smaller partner into the wall with every hard stroke.

Spike planted his hands on the wall again, spreading his legs. He thrust back against Riley as he pounded that lovely cock into him, rocking his hips back and then forward into the tight grip of his lover's fist. The ecstasy was so great that it quite literally made him weak in the knees. He found himself leaning against the wall for support. "That's right, baby... fuck my ass... ohhh, fuck my tight ass... fuck me..."

The sound of the water hitting their bodies was being drowned out by the slap of wet skin on wet skin. Riley was rising quickly toward the edge of climax. So quickly that he wondered where his usual stamina had gone. Before Spike, he could have gone for about twenty minutes the second time around, but not so with this lover. He was ready to come now...

There was such an overload on his senses. Warm lithe body, cool tight muscle so lovingly milking him and that raspy deep voice. Riley had always found someone willing to talk dirty to him to be such a huge turn-on and this was no exception. Add the British accent and he was a goner.

"Riley," he moaned weakly, slim fingers clawing helplessly at the tile. Too much, it was too much. "Touch me... come in me... I want you to come inside me. Please... Christ, I can't take anymore! Help -- help me..."

Riley panted for breath, he was doing everything he could think of for his partner. His hand moved up over the head of the vampire's cock, thumb rubbing over the slit. "How can I help you, Spike?... Ohhh fuck... so good, so damned good. I love being inside you..." He kept thrusting, his eyes closed as he lost himself to that onrush of pleasure. There... almost there...

His brain finally kicked in, providing the answer to the question before his partner could speak. There was one thing he could do for his lover. The one thing that he probably needed right now, "Spike..." Riley held out his wrist to him and pleaded, "Bite..."

With a grateful whimper, Spike sunk his teeth into that warm wrist. He sucked hungrily. The hot blood flowed quickly and smoothly into his waiting mouth. Holding Riley's wrist to his mouth with one hand, he braced himself against the wall with his other. Cloves, strong, biting... his boy was going to be coming... right about...

Now...

His knees almost buckled when those teeth pierced his wrist. The addition of that exquisite pain was just enough. The last sensation... The final benediction... Riley tumbled over the edge. He was coming, emptying himself into Spike, pouring everything that he was and everything he would ever be into his lover. Blood and semen. The two things that truly bound them together...

Feeling Riley's molten hot come shooting up into him, Spike groaned aloud. He lifted his mouth from his lover's wrist and pressed his forehead against the wall. A pained cry escaped his throat as his own orgasm slammed into him. Rolling over and over him, cool semen spilling out over the boy's fist, splattering on the wall and being washed away by the cooling water.

The two of them swayed. Almost tumbling over as they stood there, barely managing to keep their feet underneath them. Riley laid his mouth down on Spike's shoulder, kissing the smooth skin, not wanting to lose even a moment of connection. His heat was full, his eyes closed... Not realizing in his stunned state that he was actually speaking aloud, he murmured, "Love you..."

"Oh my god..." Spike's voice was barely above a whisper. Had his heart still been able to beat, it would have stopped in that very instant. He reached down, one trembling hand smoothing over Riley's forearm where it was wrapped around his waist. His fondest wish had just been granted. This was the moment in which he would be waking. Waking up to his bleak existence, waking to his lonely world...

This couldn't be real... Could it?

"Hmmmm?... Are you okay, Spike?" The rich voice behind him sounded sleepy. Riley was feeling a bit soporific, the combination of the bourbon and two strong climaxes taking their toll on him. He still wasn't aware of what he'd said or even that he'd said it.

Spike nodded, listening to his lover's voice. The young man was sleepy, yes... Sleepy... but oh so real... As real as the body still pressed up against his back... As real as the warm cock slipping out of him. Real... Real... Real...

"What? Y-yeah... no... yeah, I'm -- 'm fine," he stammered as he rested his forehead on his bent arm and closed his eyes. Yeah, real all right... **Bloody hell... he loves me...**

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