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Does his makeup in his room,
Douse himself with cheap perfume.
Eyeholes in a paper bag,
Greatest lay I ever had...
We're a couple when our bodies double.
~Nancy Boy, Placebo~
He's just getting used to it-paying for what he used to get for free, for what they used to beg him for. But it's okay this way. This made it feel like more of an occasional service, less of an addiction. He wasn't the only one doing this.
And he could stop anytime he wanted.
Not like the others here. The ones with heads thrown back, crying out orgasmically, wanting to be tasted and teased. They were here for some kinky sexual thrill.
He just wanted the pain of it. He wanted them harshly biting into his arm, not stopping the way that Buffy did, but biting til they drew blood. Buffy always thought he was too weak. They knew that he was strong enough.
"Army boy..." The leader of the house walked up to him with a grin. Riley ignored him, looking around at the humans and vampires sprawled on various couches and mattresses thrown against the dirty walls. He never got sucked down here-too public. He was above this.
He turned to the vampire next to him. "Got any blondes this time?"
Shaking his head, fangs still bared in that hideous grin. "In fact, we're out of females." Riley turned to him with a snarl and the vamp pulled back. "Don't worry about it, buddy. We're all demons, some of us just have different parts than others. And the males charge less."
Riley sighed, heading up the stairs. "Send him up. Make sure he knows the rules."
"Got it."
Riley sat on the big armchair he always used. Took off his shirt. He wasn't even nervous anymore; not like the first time. The first time he'd come her, he'd been completely on his guard, suspicious of ever vampire in there. and every vampire had wanted to get their hands on him-the big, strapping, muscle-bound guy who could give a lot. Some of them even knew him from the Initiative.
Fun time there, man.
And he's still wrapped up in his thoughts when a weight lands on his lap. Not a very heavy weight, somewhat scrawny even, but still noticeable compared to the nothing that was there before. And its giggling, and as Riley puts his hands out he notices that parts of it are clothed in some smooth, cold material. Vinyl pants, and the person-thing-on his lap, giggles as he runs his hand over a particularly lumpy cold fabric-covered area. With a spiky leather belt above it.
He stands up with a muffled curse, throwing the cold body off of him. As he turns on the light, he tries to regain his cool. Breathes in, out. In, out.
Okay.
Turns around to see a very pretty boy, lying where he was thrown on the floor. Still giggling and yes, those pants are vinyl, on slim hips. Blue, with a spiky black leather belt and a black mesh shirt. Fuck.
"What's wrong?" asks the boy-vampire. He's a vampire. Short blonde hair, so at least his (he doesn't want to say "dealer") got that part right. Very, very pretty face, too pretty to be a boy, with black eyeliner around the wide blue eyes. Pink lipstick.
Riley stops staring and growls. "Why were you on my lap?"
Vamp-boy shrugs. "You wanted a vamp for the evening, right?" Riley allows a curt nod. "That's why I'm here."
"I asked for a bite, not a lapdance."
Wide, wide blue eyes. "Same thing." He sees that Riley's about to protest, so he points to the chair, standing up and brushing himself off elegantly. "Whatever. You sit; I'll suck. You get your high, I get my money. The end."
Riley looked at him suspiciously, but sat down. Trying to be calm, calm. This was nothing, just like every other night.
The boy smiled at him and shifted into vamp-face. Oddly, still pretty. And once again, sitting on his lap. Fingers on Riley's lips. "Shut up, Army Boy. Its just easier this way."
And then...there are fangs in his neck. He wants to protest, say he doesn't get bit there-too noticeable, Buffy could see-but oh, it already feels so good. Maybe this is what the ones downstairs mean by teasing, because the fangs were just in for a second. Now it's a slow, cold tongue moving luxuriously over his neck.
"Oh...oh."
The boy on his lap chuckles. "Yeah, I know." Breath cold in his hair, hands clutching his shoulders, and when did his shirt come off? Whatever, he's too deep in this now to care. And the fangs are back inside of him now-deeper than before, and its heaven. He can just barely hear his own voice, muttering and mumbling curses, prayers. Thank yous.
And besides the fangs, cold hands are moving over his body. Brushing softly against his skin as the boy sucks, takes the blood deep into himself. Hands against his chest, momentarily brushing against a nipple, crawling down to his leg to clutch his knee, to move slowly up his thigh until-
Riley pulls him away, gasping. Throws the boy off him once again, standing up and watching him retract into human face. Blood smeared at the lips that before were glossy pink.
He's suddenly disgusted with himself. Wants to run out of the room. Wants to grab the boy again and make him take even more of his blood into himself. And the boy just laughs again, like he knows what Riley is thinking.
"What wrong, Cowboy? Am I too much for you?"
Riley doesn't respond to that question, just glares. "You were just supposed to suck my blood. Not anything else."
Blond eyebrows raise. "Are you sure that's all you wanted?"
And Riley can't answer. Can't fucking answer, just pulls his wallet out and throws some money on the floor. Leaves his shirt there, and goes, hearing the high-pitched laughter as he shuts the door behind him.
