Title: Under Her Thumb (1 of 1)
Author: Rune
Email: Rune@spikeshouse.freeserve.co.uk
Rating: NC17 for some naughtiness, bad language and violence
Pairing: Spike/Riley
Spoilers: Season 4 snippets
Distribution: Sure, just ask. That way you get to see me go all weepy
Feedback: Ohhh yeah... please... give it to me baby...
Disclaimer: I'm a Pretender, all hail Joss
Summary: I wrote this fic 'cause I desperately want to see it happen on the show! Not bloody likely, though *eg*
Riley Finn was a shadow - at least *he* thought that he was.
Ripped from the once ordered and disciplined world in which he had *been* somebody, he felt like a book with no pages, a form with no substance... a shadow, a shadow of the man he used to be.
Where once the boy had worshipped at the feet of the Slayer, drunk with her beauty and captivated by her power, now he resented her, rebelled against her, despised her, even.
There was a time when Finn's dreams were filled with the perfumed, golden veil of her hair, the soft tones of her voice and her smooth, firm body next to his; now he dreamed of her hair as a suffocating shroud, her voice petulant and demanding and her body, oh that body with it's sharp bones and hot, selfish chambers of sucking need...
But no more.
Waiting patiently in the growing darkness, Riley shuddered and forced the hated Slayer from his mind. He had *new* fish to fry, a new obsession, a new love.
During Riley's difficult transition from Initiative *somebody* to Slayer's lap-dog he had suffered, oh Christ how he had suffered. Losing his friends and everything that had ever mattered to him was like being ripped from the womb of his mother... he felt disembodied, isolated, alone. Of course there was the Slayer, the woman who he had given up everything for; his inspiration, his guide, his conscience - well, conscience be damned!
Finn laughed bitterly. Straight from the clutches of Maggie Walsh and into the grip of the Slayer... what was it that had drawn him to these bitches, these *harpies*. He was damned if he knew! Both blondes, both controlling, both wanting to be on top, both bitches, bitches, bitches!
But Finn had seen the light... well, not the light exactly, more the darkness. While he waited, hung on the whims of the Slayer and ignored by the witches and the idiot boy, someone had been there; someone who understood; understood what it was to be a shadow, a shadow of one's former self.
At first Finn had shied away. Years of programming, years of *lies* keeping him from the person who was in reality his saviour and only true friend.
Curious and morbidly fascinated by the blonde vampire with the face of a god, Finn had listened and watched, slowly finding himself tangled in the seductive web that was a part of the demon. Spike had kept his distance, though. Drawn to the Slayer only because of his need to survive, the vampire made no secret of the disdain, the pure venomous hatred that he really felt for the Chosen One and her wretched band of misfits.
Misfits... not exactly the word that Spike would have used for them; to him they were warm, succulent pieces of meat packed full of petty insecurities and hidden dark lusts, with deceitful tongues and lying eyes and they tried oh *so* hard to elevate themselves above every other creature on this bloody blue planet.
Fucking humans... To them demonkind were hated and reviled, labelled as harbingers of destruction. Ironic wasn't it, that these 'noble' creatures, these rulers of Earth were masters of their own destruction.
Riley had listened enthralled as the vampire had (one drunken night) laid out his philosophy. A lot of it made perfect sense - Finn had seen at first hand just how cruel, how deceitful, how evil mankind actually was behind it's veil of morality... and it had disgusted him, rocked him to his very core.
Night after night when the Slayer tired of him or didn't need him he sat with the vampire, talking quietly. Finn found himself opening up in a way he had found impossible with anyone else. Spike was surprisingly patient and a good listener and Finn realised that he empathised with the demon on more than one level. Religion had never figured in the boy's life, but now he found fellowship in the most unlikely place and it wasn't long before fellowship turned into love; love in the arms of a demon.
Smiling, Finn recalled their first night together.
Backing up the Slayer in a fight with three large and angry demons had left him exhausted, drained. It galled Finn, stuck in his craw that he was 'backing up' the Chosen One where once he had been her equal... had things changed *so much*?
Exhilarated by the fighting *she* had gone off with her friends to the Bronze, while Riley had stayed behind lying in bed, his body a mass of aches and bruises and his spirit a seething cauldron of resentment and pain. And Spike had known... came to him, dressed his wounds and held him while he wept like a child.
Finn received comfort in the vampire's arms that night, comfort and the most incredibly erotic love making he had believed possible. The notion of lying in another man's arms, tasting another man's skin, drowning in wave after wave of pleasure while the man's mouth worked on him had never been abhorrent to the boy - he had just never thought about it. Once or twice, back in the old days and after a long night's hunting with the Initiative, the boy had found himself gazing with admiration and a thrill of exhilaration at the wet, shiny bodies of his friends in the shower, marvelling at the toned muscles and smooth skin but never once daring to touch, never once daring to *dream*.
But he could dare with Spike.
The vampire had dried his tears and gently stroked his hair until the sobs faded away and his chest hitched with the remnants of his grief. Cupping Finn's face the blonde had licked the salty tears from his eyes, his cheeks and when he reached Finn's mouth then, Oh sweet Jesus, the boy thought that he could die now and never regret a second. The firm lips and cool tongue wove bright, sharp patterns of pleasure in his groin and Finn eagerly sucked the vampire's tongue, moaning and begging for more.
He could dare with Spike.
Slowly undressing the trembling boy and caressing every inch of his beautiful body, the vampire whispered endearments; licked, nibbled, bit promises of bliss all over him. He took Finn in his mouth, his cool tongue lathing the boy's hard member wetly, sucking insistently, caressing the hot, tight orbs underneath and when the vampire slipped a wet finger inside the boy Finn screamed, filling the vampire's willing mouth with hot, salty nectar as he gripped the bed sheets and wept anew.
He did dare with Spike.
And so it began - his new obsession.
Finn decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his life in the vampire's dark embrace. As things presently stood, that was impossible. Quietly the vampire explained the severity of their 'situation'... did Riley *really* believe that the Slayer would let him go, let him go with her nemesis, the being she hated and reviled above all others?
No.
Not while Spike was still incapacitated with the chip, not while Spike was unable to defend himself, defend them both because oh yeah, pet... make no mistake... Slayer will not spare *you* when she finds you have betrayed her with me...
Finn spent every waking moment going through his mental files, searching desperately for something, anything to give him a clue as to what or who could help his lover.
And then he remembered.
After the Initiative's last battle deep in the underground bunker, the body of Maggie Walsh had been reclaimed by the military and buried at a secret location. Not a secret to Riley, though. He had been one of the privileged few who attended her burial. It was there that he had met Maggie's lover, Jason. That ballbreaking bitch had a lover? Yeah, I know... amazing.
Maggies 'wake' had been held in polite, restrained quietness in the small house that she and Jason had shared for a few brief months just outside Sunnydale. Finn had never realised Maggie had room for anyone except herself and her precious work in her life, and he found himself feeling sorry for this sad little man who had loved the Queen of Ballbreakers and all too briefly shared her life. One thing Finn was certain of, though. Everything that Maggie had ever owned, projects that she had never completed, personal papers... all of it was there, waiting for him in that small house. The only thing standing in his way was Jason.
Finn had killed many demons in his time and had never honestly imagined that he could take the life of a human... however, he had never been as deeply in love before, never wanted anything as desperately as he wanted to free his lover.
Killing Jason was absurdly easy.
Finding what he wanted was easier still.
In his grief, the man had left Maggie's things much as she had; papers neatly filed away alphabetically, projects painstakingly preserved, most of her 'secret' work for the Initiative intact. Riley had thrown back his head and laughed, laughed until he was nearly sick... for all her bluster, all her threats, all her warnings, Maggie Walsh had been without a shadow of a doubt, the *biggest* security risk of them all. It took the boy twenty minutes to find what he needed and gripping his prize he left the house and all it's secrets behind... not before burning it to the ground.
It was child-like in it's simplicity - a simple, battery operated scanner not unlike a calculator; a small LCD liquid display, a numeric keyboard and two switches, one red, one blue. 'Program' and 'Erase'.
'Program' and 'Erase'...
Switch goes on... Spike's chip is activated.
Switch goes *off*... Spike is free....
Darkness had settled in for the night and Finn shivered in the cool night air. The sound of soft footsteps signalled that his long wait was over - his lover, his dark lord was approaching. Soon it would be over, soon Spike would be free... they would *both* be free.
The vampire gathered the boy in his dark embrace and pressed his cool lips to the boy's waiting mouth. It was amusing really, the boy's eagerness. It had been *so* easy... so easy to snare him, so easy to seduce him and now... well now he, Spike, would get his reward... as would Finn.
With tears welling in his eyes Riley de-activated the chip.
Spike stood perfectly still, waiting... no, he didn't *feel* any differently. Striding quickly towards the boy the vampire raised his arm and backhanded the boy across the face, knocking him to the ground. Cringing, the vampire waited for the usual surge of bone-crunching pain but it never came...
Throwing back his head the vampire laughed; laughed at the frightened boy on the ground, laughed at his growing erection, laughed and laughed and laughed...
FREEDOM!
The boy was terrified... why had Spike hurt him? Didn't he love him? Didn't he want him? Spike approached the boy and helped him to his feet. Cupping the boy's face firmly in his hands his lips descended, plundering the boy's mouth frantically, the kiss deep and intense. Eagerly returning the kiss, Riley felt the vampire's erection jabbing his thigh and encouraging his own.
Breaking the kiss Spike's blue eyes bored into his.
'Ohhhhh pet... you've done very well, very well indeed. Are you ready for your treat now?' the vampire crooned.
Riley gazed into the eye's of his lover seeing himself reflected there, reflected for the last time. There were no doubts, no niggles, no regrets... Smiling, Finn tilted his neck and wound his arms around his vampire lover, gasping in pain as the sharp, wicked fangs violated his skin, body relaxing into the vampire's strong arms as he received his gift... his death.
****
The blonde vampire lit another cigarette and surveyed his handiwork. The mangled, mutilated bodies of the two little witches lay strewn about their room. He licked his lips... damn, but that little Tara had tasted good... screamed so prettily, too. That was his 'starter'... for the main course Spike had something a little more entertaining planned.
Down in his basement Xander lay sleeping... well, not sleeping, more dead. But he wasn't gonna be dead for long and when he awoke Spike would be waiting, waiting with Finn, waiting with what *used* to be the Watcher, waiting with Joyce...
Then... they could all wait together.
Wait for Buffy.
THE END