Title: Allure Author: Spyke Raven Fandom: Angel the Series/ Buffy the Vampire Slayer Disclaimer: Joss owns them, not me. Feedback to: spyke_raven@yahoo.com Summary: Two people drawn together. Rating: NC-17. Warning: M/M Slash content. Lots. And the story itself will outrage some. Will, not may. Distribution: Kita's if she wants it, AE archive if you like, whoever else let me know so that I can kiss you for liking it that much. Or at least let me give you a donut. Author's notes are after the story. For now, though, thoughts are in asterisks. It should be obvious when the thoughts come from different people (different paragraphs). Marks in the middle of a sentence, however, indicate emphasis. ***** There's a moment when their tongues tangle, and he wonders why he's doing this. With him of all people. With the one he should hate. *You took my heart from me.* *And it still belongs to you. We're even.* Breaking apart is the last thing on his mind, even though the images are now searing hot, burning into his mind. Of him and her. Touching. Loving. Kissing in the sunlight. *No!* He lets the fangs drop then, low enough that they cut into his opponent's under lip, sharp enough to draw a jagged line back and forth as they kiss, reminding the man of who he really is. What he could really do. If he wanted to. The man only smiles - he feels it in the curving change around his lips - and pulls him closer. Again his tongue dips and runs over the fangs, caressing them, blatantly refusing to be afraid. *Idiot.* The vampire hisses, bucking forward and upward, teeth cutting into soft flesh that begins to bleed, pushing the man against the wall, rubbing him mercilessly into stucco that will leave - the vampire smiles now - rough imprints on soft human flesh. Harder he pushes, straddling the man with both legs open wide, forcing him into the thousands of jagged edges that only pretend to be blunt. *Feel my pain* The man swears and *bites* down on his tongue for an eternal second, punishing and giving at the same time. *Feel mine.* He swears and retracts his fangs, gently, so as not to annoy his slowly throbbing tongue. The man laps around his mouth now, sweetly and gently, coaxing him to recover. He has enough self-control to be mildly outraged. *You bitch.* *You slut.* Laughing and cupping his ass and drawing it towards the fiery warmth and soft steel that is his mortality and his treasure. The vampire groans and takes control again. A brief struggle before the man relinquishes his grip and is avidly returning the hunger he feeds. Strength enough to break away and say "Fuck you." "Anytime," agrees the vampire, renewing his assault. *Oh God...* *I'll bet.* The man needs air. The vampire notes this and pulls back fractionally. Only a gulp and his partner is throwing himself back into the fray, hungrily seeking to make up for lost time, hands clutching the vampire, never straying far from the curve of his back, hugging the hardness and pulling them together so that erections meet and bump together uncomfortably. Only for a second, then they both find their rhythm. *We fit.* Thinks the vampire wonderingly. ----- *We fit.* Thinks the man matter-of-factly. *Of course we fit.* He tries not to think of his love, but thoughts are treacherous, and he can imagine her, eyes closed, back arched, hair glinting in the half light, impaled and glorious - He squeezes his eyelids tighter and moans, half angry, more than half aroused at the thought of her beauty taut with this *thing* - *This hostile* supplies his mind, then he laughs because whatever is rubbing against him and pushing him to the edge, is anything but hostile. *He should be killing me, not - ahh..* *You like that?* *Oh, yes.* When breath returns, he slants his head and looks through slitted eyes, seeking to define and understand his assailant. *Know thine enemy.* He can't see much, so close, but his roaming hands tell the tale of a body taut and muscled, probably godlike in its beauty. *Adonis.* He thinks. *Not man. Not human.* And at once the image of the vampire in the throes of culmination attacks his mind, forcing his to see, to feel, to taste and to hear the heart breaking emotion and need that marks him forever. *Please, no...* He gasps as a love bite alights on his ear. *But you're so sexy.* A low rumble. A chuckle? He groans and redoubles his efforts to coax a response. He needs to see for himself now, wants this to become power play, wants himself in the role of aggressor, controlling the desires and response of this creature, but his attempt is thrown back at him, turned around with a vengeance as he is made prisoner by the same helpless lust and need he wants to inspire. *Gently -* He gasps, wanting to warn the vampire to be gentle, go slowly, I'm not - A silent chuckle. *Not stone? Could have fooled Me.* *Please don't.* Part of his mind notes he's pleading. A low growl. *Yes.* Part of his mind notes he's acquiescing. *This is wrong.* *It was always wrong.* *Then yes. Please yess...* Fingers curve around shoulders, mouths desperately suck the last vestiges of breath and the man is bucking, bucking, bucking wildly and letting go, letting it all go, only realising at the last ... *Yes!* *Damn you.* He reaches the peak alone, his fears confirmed. ----------- The vampire waits for the shudders to subside. He is surprised at how much he's feeling. At what he's feeling. The man thrusts him away, perversely ignoring his companion's rather obvious need. He lifts shaking fingers to his face, touching his lips, his hair. *Still the same. Why?* The vampire grins. "Wondering if our little interlude changed you any?" The man snarls. "You bastard. Happy?" The vampire shifts his hips ever so slightly, and the man's unwilling gaze is drawn to the prominent evidence of his unhappiness. "What do you think?" The inventory is over, and the man stands a little taller, a little more flushed, but more confident now that he knows the dark khaki of his pants hides stains. "I think you got what you wanted alright." "And what do I want?" Illogically, the vampire is disappointed. He wanted there to be marks, some permanent residue of this encounter. *Branded into your flesh till the day you die.* The thought is sweet and hot, renewing the stirring in his loins. The man turns his head away, affecting a moue of disgust. *Liar.* The man's words are delivered surely, but far too slow, as though he is afraid of stumbling over them. "Gonna tell her that you humped her boyfriend in a filthy alley in a part of town no one should even think of? Gonna brag that you didn't even have to get me drunk to do it?" The vampire is quick, too quick, capturing his mouth with soft hard lips, placing kisses over words that tumble over in a mad rush to escape, then give up and give in to the sensations coursing through his frame. His body. His heart. Rigidly the man holds. "What else? You used me. What more?" "No, no," soft murmurs, pleading trail of lips burning into the man's flesh as the vampire seeks to make him understand. "Not used. Let me," suddenly more urgent as his unsated libido growls. "You bastard..." His body may be responding but his heart is still crying. "Sssh..." Mesmerized, the vampire follows the salt tear with his mouth, sucking it off the skin in a tender gesture that causes the man to protest aloud. "Ssh..." remonstrates the vampire, trying to get the man to relax, to co-operate. "No. Please." Ashamed to be finally begging aloud. In response the vampire buries kisses around his neck, nipping and sucking lightly, whispering "No, my please. Please. I need you. I need you now." *I love you.* A heart cry; reflexive and true, also cruel, sudden and unusual. Especially since this time the vampire hears it. ---- In the aftermath of their shock the kiss dies away, abruptly. They don't really pull apart, remaining with their lips hovering near each other, just a breath away. Hesitantly, the vampire reaches out first. A brush of his tongue against parted lips. The man groans. *Please.* The vampire holds himself still instantly. The man waits, gathering courage. Then a quick dart and their lips meet, the man's tongue barely touching his. The vampire groans, trying not to lean into this, trying not to force the man, trying to go slow. *Argh, shit...* The man hears this and grins, slightly more confident. His mouth encompasses more and more of forbidden territory, lightly tasting and sipping. The vampire shudders with restraint and lets him explore. *Yes. Please, yes.* But the man's courage gives out and they end up leaning into each other, slightly braced but still touching. The vampire shifts slightly, wanting to touch more of this man, wanting to feel skin on his cold dermis, needing to understand the slight shift of capillaries and slow break and reforming of cells that makes this man human, that lets him live and love in the sunlight, in the day. Longing to know him more intimately than any sexual encounter. To be in him and him, their lives superimposed together. *I want - * He wants something the man can't give. Realising, and still wanting, he doesn't pull away. They have shared the one woman, body, soul and heart. Is it any wonder that they are drawn together, even to this time, to this place, to complete the triangle that they thought was around the three of them? A triangle that has strangely and naturally resolved into a line joining the two of them intimately. His thoughts return from far away as the man speaks hesitantly. *You said - * *I heard.* *All along? I heard - * *Me. * *You.* *Yes. * A pause. "I meant -" *Ssh.* Finger on lips, the vampire gazes into his - partner's - eyes. He can be kind. Even if it kills him, he can be kind. *No more words.* *No words. * *Unless...* He couldn't prevent that slight longing from escaping. Unfortunately the man hears it too. *Unless? * Gritting his teeth to prevent himself from answering, the vampire sets himself to silence. It's damned hard. ----- Silence this time, from both heart and mind. The man waits curiously, then with increasing impatience as the quiet between them stretches and lengthens. *What no answers? * This communion of their minds frightened him at first but as suddenly as it stopped, now he misses it. Wondering, he turns their conversation over again from the beginning, reliving and repeating till finally, he thinks he understands. It makes him want to laugh, it makes him want to cry. He also realises what draws people to this half demon, half man who, however inappropriately, appears to understand his very soul. And refuses to take advantage of it. *Unless this is what I want. * A heartbeat goes by before the vampire nods. *Yes.* *What we both want. * *Yes. * "Then please," the man says aloud, finally letting go of what keeps them apart. "Please. Please, yes." "She doesn't need to know," says the vampire, warily revealing part of his hand, trying not to show all, trying and failing miserably. Riley smiles and tilts his head, leaning forward to rest his lips on the smooth skin of the vampire's cheek. "You already said it wasn't about her." A brief spark of hope igniting into a conflagration of joy. Wondering, half dazed, they reach out together, towards and not away. *I could get to like this.* *So could I* *What are we doing?* *I have no fucking clue.* And smiling into each other's mouths, vampire and man begin anew. ~End. ********** Author's notes: Yes, I am sick. But if you didn't get it, this was about Riley Finn and Angel. It all started when I thought about what a friend of mine once said, that making love was sharing your soul with someone. Hmm. So if Buffy and Angel ... Buffy and Riley... so could that mean - Riley and Angel? Hmmm. And for those of you who are thinking this story advocates or hints at a ménage a trois, uh-uh. No way. By the end of this tale it's about these two lovely men, pure and simple, and if you didn't get that, my fault. In such cases, it's always the author's fault. She never really knows why she's writing what she's writing. I loved writing this. Let me know if you liked it or not. I'd really appreciate it. SR 18th August 2000 **********