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Now That You're Helpless 
17th-Jul-2008 06:25 am
Converse: black
Title: Now That You’re Helpless
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2400
Characters/Pairings: Riley/Spike
Summary: PWP – rewritten version of that Into The Woods scene
Warnings: non-con
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Joss, even though I’m often nicer to them than he is.
Author’s Notes: A (late) entry for feed_my_kink’s random non-con challenge.


He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Honest.

He pulled the cork from his bottle, and sighed. Well, maybe he had meant to hurt her. Unrequited love’s a bitch, and Spike had been in the mood to share the hurt around.

Bang.

The door burst open with a slam of metal on stone. Riley burst in, stinking of fury and pain, with old, unfulfilled lust from hours earlier covering it all. Looked like soldier boy wasn’t in the mood for covert right now. But if he’d been any good at it, maybe he wouldn’t have got caught so easily.

Spike didn’t share this piece of wisdom; he just sneered. “What took you?” He put the cork back in: no pointing in wasting terrible alcohol. “Guess it takes a while to get back to full strength after those bites.”

Riley reached down and grabbed Spike by his T-shirt, pulling him easily out of his chair. He was actually baring his teeth. Spike said quickly, “hey! Hey, let’s be reasonable about this.”

Riley swung him and slammed him up against the stone pillar. He instantly pressed close, huge hot body trapping Spike against the hard stone. “You may have noticed, Spike – ” He punched Spike in the face, slamming his head back against the pillar – “I left reasonable about three exits back.”

“Look, I’m not the one who got you into this. Don’t kill the messenger.”

Riley’s face twisted into a scowl, and he raised a stake. Spike only had time to gasp before it slammed into his chest.

“Why the hell not?”

“Ow!” he yelled. “Bloody hell! Oh God!” The agony was such that he couldn’t think of anything else, not even his imminent death: then he realised he wasn’t dust. He looked down to see the stake still sticking out of him. “Hey...”

Riley viciously yanked the stake back out, ripping at the wound. The stake had torn through muscles and arteries, cleaving his heart, and Spike swore he could feel every last severed nerve ending. He clutched at his chest, feeling blood seep from the wound, and concentrated on not making a noise.

Riley held the stake in front of his eyes: Spike’s gaze followed it helplessly. “Plastic wood grain. Looks real, doesn’t it?” he said, with the calm and hint of smugness he always had when talking about his toys, as though Spike didn’t have a hole in his chest and Riley himself wasn’t sweating and half-mad with emotion.

He grabbed Spike’s shirt, pulling him close, and Spike glared up at him and tried to ignore how much bigger Riley was than him. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on with you, Spike. Stay away from her. Or we’ll do this for real next time.”

He patted Spike’s cheek, big hot paw touching him and Spike hated that he knew it could hurt him: like being a boy again, back at school and getting shit from the big boys all the time because he was smaller and prettier than most and didn’t know how to box. He stared up into Riley’s blue-grey eyes – and then the big human moved, stowing his stake and turning his back. Because he knew Spike couldn’t hurt him.

Spike laughed; he was still clutching his open wound but God forbid that ever stop him snarking. “Check out the big man.” Riley turned back, head low and teeth showing like a golden lion about to pounce, and Spike laughed again. “Go throw your phallic symbols around in front of someone who cares, soldier boy. You know you’re not going to be enough for the Slayer. She needs a little monster in her man... and that ain’t you, whitebread.”

Riley snarled and attacked, running at Spike and shoving him hard back into the pillar. Spike gave a strangled yell as Riley stood pressed against him, putting unbearable pressure on his chest. God, he was fucking enormous; Riley gripped Spike’s upper arms, holding him in place against the stone with a grip like iron bands, digging in painfully. He was big, and hot with pumping blood, and overwhelming: his bulk trapped Spike, his scent smothered him, he seemed to be everywhere, keeping Spike from the rest of the world and escape.

Then Riley shifted again, and Spike felt something press against his stomach – bloody hell! Spike nearly choked, staring up at Riley in shock as he realised the lust he could smell wasn’t old at all: Riley was hard.

Spike reached for composure; the sooner he got the soldier boy and his cock away, the better, and he was sure he could do it. He smirked at Riley. “Well thank you, soldier. Guess all those years in the Army taught you to appreciate a fine figure of a man. Living the cliche, then?” He waited for Riley to freak out and flee his crypt.

Riley’s eyes widened and shock appeared on his intent face: he seemed to have been barely aware of the arousal that was choking Spike with its scent. He flinched back, but he didn’t run. He didn’t even let go of Spike: he retreated only enough that the painful hold on Spike had to be done with his arms straight out.

His eyes flickered down to his vampire bite involuntarily, and Spike’s eyes followed the movement. It looked incongruous on Riley’s muscled arm, covered in golden hairs: like bloodied track-marks.

Still, Riley’s eyes dilated a little more behind the golden fringe just at the sight of it, and that told Spike everything. He laughed again, lowly.

“Ohh... You’re an equal-opportunity vamp-lover, are you? Anyone who’ll bite you, who can make it hurt so good...”

Riley’s eyes were dangerous now, the grey almost swallowed by the shining black of his pupils, glaring from behind his blond hair. “You can talk. The Initiative did tests, you know. Vampires get off on pain.”

Spike remembered an Irish brogue, being forced over the edge as his skin was shredded. “Not all of us. Not all the time.”

“Oh yeah?”

Riley dug his fingers into Spike’s arms and spun, sending Spike stumbling away from him. He couldn’t keep his balance and fell heavily, sprawling on the cold floor by his armchair. Riley followed him down, crossing the floor and lowering himself to his hands and knees. Spike stared at him wide-eyed, too shocked to react, half-lying there on the stone as Riley advanced until he was leaning over him, hands either side of Spike’s torso, trapping him again.

“Why don’t we just test that out?” Riley’s eyes were blank and staring, his lip lifted in a snarl. His muscled shoulders bunched, and he pounced – before Spike knew what was happening, he was flat on his back, staring up at him.

“Forcing yourself on me isn’t gonna make things any better,” Spike said in a voice that quivered at the edges. He swallowed, eyes following Riley’s hand as it rose slowly, and started to touch his shoulder, running along his body covetously. “Slayer’s not gonna want you more if you – ”

“Shut the fuck up, Spike,” Riley snarled.

Riley obviously didn’t know him very well.

“Sir, yes sir! Get off me, you idiot, you don’t want this – you’re just flipping – ”

Riley’s punch smashed into his face and Spike dropped instantly, now flat on his back and groaning. Agony flashed through him and for a moment he could think about nothing else. When he opened his mouth, Riley’s face was hovering above his – and there was a switchknife in his hand.

“Army issue,” he spat. “This blade’ll cut through anything. So you just hold still, and don’t talk, and maybe I’ll let you go after.”

Spike swallowed, fear vibrating through him like the sound of a pitching fork. He lay quite still, head back against the stone, arms at his sides, not daring to even fidget though the urge to run thundered through him. Riley was straddling him, hot weight heavy on his thighs, pressing him down into the floor. After a few seconds, Riley gave a nasty grin and lowered the knife slowly towards his chest.

The silver tip of the knife caught the light as it lowered and touched Spike’s collarbone, just where his T-shirt began. Spike watched with wide blue eyes, trying to breathe in case the knife sliced him. Riley gave him a cruel smile and pressed the knife down.

Ever so lightly, he cut the T-shirt away: one achingly slow line down the middle of Spike’s chest. It didn’t hurt, except when it brushed against Spike’s wound: it was a light, almost sensual, dangerous caress and Spike could barely control his unneeded breaths, aware that if he moved too much the blade would slice into his skin. The whispertouch of menace kept up the pressure all the way down, and Spike held still for his shirt being cut away.

“Right. Get rid of the T-shirt. Boots and jeans off.”

Spike scrambled to obey, not even glaring: he stripped himself eagerly, desperate not to have Riley do it. When he was finished, he stood bare and exposed: Riley had opened his trousers, and was stroking his cock as he looked at Spike’s body.

Spike shuddered under his gaze. In that instant, all his pride in his body vanished and he wanted to hide himself, to cower in a dark corner where no one could look at him. But then looking was hardly the worst of it.

“On your back.”

These terse orders were easier, somehow: though all Spike’s instincts were to mock the army talk, right now he could just obey and not think. Then Riley’s big, hot body followed him to the ground, where he’d laid himself like some fucking sacrifice in the ritual books, the ones that needed a virgin to be ravished – and God he hadn’t just compared himself to a virgin sacrifice, and why wouldn’t his mind stop babbling –

Then Riley’s huge hands were on his thighs, seeming to sear him with their heat, and he was shoving Spike’s thighs up and apart and he’d pulled down his trousers. Spike felt his hard cock nudge against his entrance, and had time to think oh fuck the stupid idiot doesn’t have a fucking clue what he’s doing – ! before Riley shoved the head of his cock inside.

His whole body clenched and he yelled, a squawling cry like a hurt animal. Riley made a small sound of surprise – yeah I’m not one of your bints, you can’t do me like them – but kept moving. God his cock felt enormous, splitting Spike around it, like it was ripping into his whole world. Spike felt himself tear, cried out and smelled the blood. He moaned helplessly at the pain while Riley kept fucking him, hard and focussed and unrelenting. Blood wasn’t a good lubricant, whatever some people thought. It went tacky too fast.

He tried distancing himself – thinking of Buffy or Dru or blood – but couldn’t. It was impossible with this muscled body driving itself against him, big hands holding him down and gripping one hip, hot cock thrusting inside him. Riley was sweating above him, grunting with each thrust, and his cock hurt every time it went in and Spike just wanted it to stop. He wished Riley was smaller. This way, he seemed everywhere: big hands holding Spike’s thighs up, keeping him in the position he wanted, face right above his twisted in pleasure, cock still driving in...

When Riley came, Spike shuddered too: with relief. Riley collapsed on top of him for a second afterwards, panting, and he squirmed, hating Riley’s body all over him. After a few seconds he let go, letting Spike’s thighs back down and standing up. Spike heard him do up the zipper on his trousers: quick and finished. He’d finished with this, now.

Spike lay still, eyes closed; he swallowed and tried not to shake or break down, swallowing back the tears. Fucking Riley was still there, he wasn’t going to let the bastard see.

He made himself sit up: shifting a hand behind himself to support him, moving slowly: like an old man, or prey trying to avoid attention. He sat there, naked on the cold stone with legs akimbo, trying not to notice the horrible, sticky sensation of blood and spunk trickling from inside him. Riley still hadn’t moved: he was staring unabashedly, face expressionless, at Spike’s curled body. His shoulders hunched under the scrutiny: unable to bear his nudity any more, he reached for his jeans and stood, pulling them on. He turned, careful not to give Riley his back – not that it mattered any more, it had already happened and he couldn’t make it better, he’d already been stupid and made the bastard angry, he wasn’t any less helpless. He went to his armchair to get the packet of fags on the arm.

He was limping slightly, and he caught Riley’s nasty grin as he noticed. Hatred flared hot in Spike’s stomach for a moment, before damp despair came crashing back down.

He picked up his cigarettes, and next second, flame flared in front of his face. Riley was briefly obscured in his vision by the fire; then he flicked the lighter closed, and the flame faded, leaving Riley just an unmoving man swathed in grey shadow.

He smoked the fag until it was burning his fingers, remembering the first time he’d tried one. Afterwards he’d killed the bloke who’d offered it to him, but not before he was complimented on his ‘cool style’. And his name: the badass sound of Spike.

He let the cigarette drop, and gave Riley a sneer. Idiot still hadn’t moved, standing there like a bloody monolith. “I guess me and Buffy both have the same problem, then.”

Riley’s lip curled. “And what’s that, Spike? Because I don’t see that the two of you have anything in common.”

Spike laughed, a wet hollow sound like blood in his lungs.

“You got the same problem with reaching both of us.” He lit a new fag and sucked the smoke into his lungs, and tried to ignore his shaking hands. “No matter how hard you try, you’re never gonna match Angel.”


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FIN
Comments 
17th-Jul-2008 06:07 am (UTC)
*blinking* Wow. That was...harsh. But I didn't figure it'd be hearts & flowers between the two, y'know? Nicely done. Properly angsty. *sniffles & a weak grin*

*whispers* Shut up next time, Spike, okay? ;)
18th-Jul-2008 07:05 am (UTC)
That was...harsh. But I didn't figure it'd be hearts & flowers between the two, y'know? Nicely done. Properly angsty. *sniffles & a weak grin*

Aww! It was very harsh. Thanks for commenting. *offers a tissue*

I hope Spike takes your advice. Even if I know he won't.
17th-Jul-2008 06:55 am (UTC)
Whoa! That was rough. My stomach feels all oogy.

Good characterizations! I think Riley will probably feel bad about it soon, but he'll never apologize to the likes of Spike.

“No matter how hard you try, you’re never gonna match Angel.”

Ouch! That hurts... but Riley deserves it.

Nice job! :-)
18th-Jul-2008 07:04 am (UTC)
It was rough, wasn't it? Thanks for sticking with it!

I think Riley will probably feel bad about it soon, but he'll never apologize to the likes of Spike.

Oh, definitely. I think it'll hit him like a ton of bricks when it sinks in - much like Spike, he wanted to 'share the hurt around'.
17th-Jul-2008 07:04 am (UTC)
Oh!
That was nasty and painful to read.
Good job - but I hate to see them like this!

“No matter how hard you try, you’re never gonna match Angel.”

And blimey! Is Spike trying to get himself killed?
18th-Jul-2008 07:52 am (UTC)
Good job - but I hate to see them like this!

Thanks! I winced a little writing it - I like these boys to be in love! Or at least not being hideous to each other.

And blimey! Is Spike trying to get himself killed?

Hee. You know what that boy's like! Keeping his mouth shut is not one of his special talents.
17th-Jul-2008 10:05 am (UTC)
Jeeze. I didn't even watch Buffy, but this was amazing. Your descriptions of Riley's body were so visceral. The whole thing was just brutal and gorgeous.
18th-Jul-2008 07:56 am (UTC)
:d Thank you so much! Especially for reading it when you don't know the fandom. One pertinent fact: Spike the vampire has been chipped, making him defenceless against any human. Eg Riley.
17th-Jul-2008 10:23 am (UTC)
Oh that was dark, (just how I like it of course) but just excellent!
18th-Jul-2008 07:09 am (UTC)
Dark is fun! Thanks for the comment.
17th-Jul-2008 12:20 pm (UTC)
Oh wow! That was so dark and realistic! The line about Angel was sheer perfection! Excellent work.
18th-Jul-2008 08:32 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Love the icon, btw. I love that you liked the Angel line, too.
17th-Jul-2008 01:13 pm (UTC)
Always wondered if the plastic stake was a training tool or just a torture tool they used.

Big man, Riley, has to prove himself by forcing himself on Spike. Yeah, that really proves he's the man. *eye roll*

Spike being Spike, couldn't help but be snarky at the end. He knew how Angel was a sore spot for Riley. Wonder how Angel would take what Riley did to Spike. Angel might be up for some torture himself over this.
18th-Jul-2008 08:40 am (UTC)
Big man, Riley, has to prove himself by forcing himself on Spike.

Yeah, quite. *sigh* He was hurting, and like Spike wanted to 'share the hurt around'. And I reckon Angel would not take this at all well. :d There would be some hurtin'.
17th-Jul-2008 01:40 pm (UTC)
fantastic! really good! The punch line in the end was amazing. ;)
18th-Jul-2008 08:33 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! *blushes*
17th-Jul-2008 03:09 pm (UTC)
This was really good. And that last line...really hits hard! Amazing job!
18th-Jul-2008 08:31 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Glad you liked the last line.
17th-Jul-2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
oh *shudder* - a popular scene to expand on for fanfic, and it should be! OMG that plastic stake! Yeah, seriously! They kind of brush it off on the show but it can't have been any less than awful to have it shoved in his chest! You describe everything very viscerally!

Great characterizations. I especially love the chilling lack of motion from Riley at the end - it's good from a characterization standpoint, because I can see Riley just being flumuxed by his own actions, and it drives home just how helpless Spike is - he can't kick the bastard out of his home!
19th-Jul-2008 09:23 am (UTC)
OMG that plastic stake!

I hated that stake. Completely agree, it must have been awful.

I especially love the chilling lack of motion from Riley at the end - it's good from a characterization standpoint

Yay! Thanks so much! I definitely agree - I think Riley is the kind to blow up and then be shocked at his own behaviour afterwards. And yeah, poor Spike. I actually think in some ways it's worse than the rape itself - he can't have privacy to deal, he can't feel the slightest bit safe. *is mean*
18th-Jul-2008 05:33 pm (UTC)
ARGH! What a last line! *Dies*

So true though, we all know what the best pairing is, and it certainly is not Riley.

Brilliant, fantastic, and so very, very spike-like wasy of handling the whole thing. I loved it to pieces. Well done, write me a sequel. Now ¬_¬

:D Lilith
20th-Jul-2008 05:13 am (UTC)
What a last line! *Dies*

:d Thanks! Last lines can be so fun, can't they? And yes, we all know Angel/Spike is bestest!

I loved it to pieces. Well done, write me a sequel.

Thank you. No. I am working on the Charlie/Draco, though.
18th-Jul-2008 11:58 pm (UTC)
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<i“No matter how hard you try, you’re never gonna match Angel.”</i>
Ouch! Serves him right! I just love that line!

There's sth really intriguing about making Riley the bad boy.

Dark and wonderful!
20th-Jul-2008 06:21 am (UTC)
Thanks! I totally agree with you - making Riley the bad boy is all sorts of fun.
19th-Jul-2008 08:26 am (UTC)
Trying not to be drunk.... *concentrates like mad*

First, I love the way you blend this with canon. It really feels like Spike's thoughtprocess as all this is going on. And I found it brilliant how you made the random non-con seem not so random - with the hints of Riley's lst, left over from the lat vampire, and then building up again when he's around Spike. Because as mad as he is, he still knows that there's something he ants that Spike can give him - and he doesn't have al ot of conscience issues (pretend staking anyone?) even though he knows Spike can't defend himsefl.

Poor, pretty Spike... It's awful, but you know Ilove the way Riley uses and abuseds him. He's just so sweet and helpless when he has no choice but to do what Riley asks - but he's still snaryky, which is so Spike. He'll use whatever weapon he's got. (but lol, "virgin sacrifice" Virgin my ass!)

The last line is just perfection. It's so true - Riley will never live up to Angel, never never never, no matter how bullish he acts, how much he toys with the forces of evil, he's still good little Riley. He can try, but when it comes to well, everything, from love to hate, Angel is alwyas the best.

In any case, so much love for this fic! Yay for random non-con! I hope my ramblings aren't too incoherent, 'cause you did a fabylous job, as always!
20th-Jul-2008 01:07 am (UTC)
Holy god, am I incapable of proper spelling when I'm drunk or what? I wanted to go back and edit this, but it's a thing of beauty, really, so I'm just going to let it sit.
19th-Jul-2008 08:53 am (UTC)
I hurt for Spike during this. You did a very good job with the descriptions throughout. What I loved the best, though, was the way Spike gathered himself enough at the end to still show Riley his spine and say the one thing that would hurt him the most. Riley fucked him, and Spike fucked him right back, if metaphorically. That's my boy!

Now, on to another order of business: I'm working on a piece for this month's multiple partner kink. It involves noncon between Riley/Spike, too, but...I didn't make it for that part. Anyway, it takes place when Riley comes back to Sunnydale in S6. I think there's enough difference between the 2 fics that there will be no accusations of plagiarism (though, I've been writing mine since last year and it involves Angel, too). I wanted to ask you something about noncon dry male/male anal sex that I've been wondering about, and based on something in your fic, I think you know the answer. Is their any discomfort on the part of the one doing the raping at the start of things? I wrote that in as a plot device, but then I realized I'd always read guys getting off on raping guys. But, you have Riley making a noise of surprise and Spike thinking triumphant thoughts at it, so.... Was there discomfort on Riley's part, there? Thanks so much!
19th-Jul-2008 09:10 am (UTC)
Thanks for the comment! I hurt for Spike too. I love that you liked Spike's snark at the end - because yep, that's our boy!

And yeah: non-con, dry, no prep? There'll be definite discomfort for the guy on top. To me Riley is ignorant enough about these things that he wouldn't know about stretching and lube - so he knows it'll hurt Spike, but not how tight it is. Which is why Spike feels a moment of triumph, or at least God-you-really-have-no-clue. Your plot device will definitely work.

Can't wait to see your fic! I love Angel, Riley and Spike in a fic together (which is part of why he slipped into this)! I'm thinking about one with all three of them myself, actually - though my guess is it'll be very different, from this and from yours.
30th-Jul-2008 02:42 pm (UTC)
Wow.

Intense.

I love that this fits into canon, it fits so well with the characters and everything.

Very dark, and disturbingly sexy. That last is a killer too. Just hits right to the heart of it.

*goes off to look at your other buffy stuff*



1st-Aug-2008 01:15 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! I'm glad you think I got it to fit with the characters, especially since it's dark porn!

Oh, and thanks for the other comments! It's always great when someone checks out my older stuff.
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