Forbidden Fruit

[jasonsnene]

Title: Forbidden Fruit

Author: jasonsnene

Pairing: Riley/Spike

Warnings: M/M, non-con, general creepiness
Beta:  aayesha_r

Summary: When Riley first catches a glimpse of the newest Hostile to come into the Initiative, he’s unprepared for the craving he develops for the creature.

A/N:  Just a little something so ya'll don't forget about me.  :D

 

 

 

Riley jerked awake, gasping for breath as the remnants of his dream caused his body to shake. Reaching beneath the now sweaty sheets, he gripped his cock, squeezing it tight to try to wilt the erection that wanted nothing more than for him to fall back to sleep and pick up where he’d left off. Riley couldn’t do it, couldn’t let himself continue to have these dreams. Yet, he couldn’t stop. He was like the worst kind of addict.

 

What was it about Hostile 17 that made him think this way, feel this way? It was against regulation. Not only was the HST a male, which would get him kicked out of the military faster than anything, but it was a demon, and a prisoner. If anyone found out what he was thinking, how his body was betraying him, he would be ruined. Just the thought of the bleached blond had him aching with need, though, and Riley realized that his hand had softened its grip, and he was stroking himself as images of the prisoner filtered through his sleep-hazed mind.

 

He remembered the first time he’d seen Hostile 17, locked away behind an electrified field, snarling and spitting as it paced back and forth in its confines. There was something about the demon, its attitude and defiance that sparked Riley’s interest. That night he’d had his first dream.

 

In it, he’d snuck back down to the cages, and the Hostile was waiting for him. It had smelled him coming, sensed his arousal, and Riley felt powerful as he’d keyed open the door and stepped inside. The Hostile paced and glared, a predator face to face with its prey, and yet, Riley was in charge; he dominated, and the Hostile eventually dropped its eyes to the floor and lowered itself to its knees.

 

Riley’s hips bucked into his clenching fist as he remembered the sight of the demon prostrated before him. He’d stepped up to it, and the Hostile had risen up, nuzzling its face into his crotch. That was all it had taken. It was the first time Riley had woken up with his boxers full of spunk and his mind filled with bleached blond hair and blue eyes.

 

The next dream had come after a particularly trying day at the site. Apparently, the Hostile was fighting their technicians at every opportunity. It wasn’t drinking the obviously drugged blood they dropped into its cell, and it was losing weight and becoming very pale. Riley had led the team that went in to force feed it. They’d shocked it and pinned it down, eventually getting enough of the blood down its throat that the drugs had kicked in, and it had gone limp.

 

God, Riley didn’t know why the thought of the Hostile unconscious and helpless did it for him, but he’d come harder that night than he ever had before. He couldn’t believe what his mind was doing to him, but the thought of the hostile, its eyes closed and its body limp and yielding under him, that sneering mouth falling open and feeling wet and cool against his cock as he took his pleasure.

 

Riley had woken up limp and sated after that dream, his mind in turmoil even as his body craved more. He found himself going by the cell more often than he needed to, sneaking glances at the Hostile and adding fuel to his already fiery imagination.

 

A few days later, they’d taken the Hostile in for its first treatment. Riley had positioned himself outside the door, listening to the pain-filled screams and wishing he could step in and save it. He wanted to be the hero to a demon? The thought had frightened him, and Riley had stood stone-still outside the door, cringing at times, but not stepping in to help.

 

When the room went quiet and the technicians filed out, Riley took the opportunity to step in and check on the Hostile he’d come to think of as his own. It was pale, so pale, its body covered in marks. He could see where it had fought against the restraints. Riley stepped closer, waiting to see if it was really unconscious, or just playing another one of its games. 

 

It didn’t move, so Riley took the chance to run his hand over the exposed skin of its chest. His cock filled as his fingers explored the nips and crevices of the Hostile’s muscled stomach. He slid the sheet covering its lower body lower, just a bit. It was enough to see the trail of dark blond hair that led its way down its body. Riley’s eyes were captured by those coarse hairs, and his fingers crept over to them.

 

Just when he was about to touch, a door slamming in the hallway caused him to jerk his hand away. He listened carefully, frozen in place, as the footsteps crept closer to the door. Riley let out a deep sigh of relief as they continued past. 

 

His hand crept forward again, tracing the edge of the sheet, and slipping it down lower, and lower, until he could see what he’d never been able to see before. The Hostile’s cock was flaccid, but Riley couldn’t help the way his heart skipped a beat when the flesh he’d been dreaming about was finally revealed to him. 

 

Riley reached for it, without even being aware of what he was doing. His other hand drifted to his pants, slipping down the zipper and gripping himself even as he continued to rove over the demon’s body.

 

He came quickly, shooting his spunk all over his fist. Part of it landed on the Hostile, and he felt his cock give a little jerk of interest at the sight. Riley took his sticky hand and traced over the drops on its body, eventually giving up and rubbing his essence into the chilled flesh under his fingers.

 

Knowing he needed to leave, Riley let his fingers trail across the demon one last time before he zipped up and hurried back to his room. He jerked off again before falling into bed and dreaming of what that cool flesh would feel like gripped around his cock.

 

Riley sat up in bed, trying to force all thoughts of Hostile 17 from his mind. The demon must have known what he’d done. Hadn’t Dr. Walsh told them that it had enhanced senses? Hadn’t he seen it eyeing him speculatively as he walked past its cage? What if it knew?

 

Shaking his head, Riley realized that it didn’t really matter. After all, it wasn’t like it could escape from its cage. The demon was theirs, no his, and it wasn’t going anywhere. Especially after what had happened after the surgery to implant the chip.

 

Riley didn’t want to remember what he’d done. He knew it was his lowest point, but he couldn’t keep from thinking back on what he’d done that day. He knew his demon was scheduled for the implant and had seen enough of the surgeries to know that it would be totally incapacitated afterwards.

 

He’d gone to the room late in the evening, just to check on it. Seeing it that way though, had been more than he’d been able to resist. Hostile 17 was strapped face down onto a surgical unit. Its arms were out to its side and the IV of drugged blood was dripping slowly into its body.

 

That wasn’t the worst though. Riley could see the rapidly healing scar on the back of its head, but not even that drew his gaze for more than a moment. No, what caught his eyes was the way they’d pinned his legs down, spread just enough for Riley to step between.

 

He tried to resist; he really did. But seeing that pale flesh spread before him, its slightly pink hole just peaking out from between its muscled ass, it was more than he could avoid. Riley stepped between, jerking his zipper down and letting his cock fall out into his hand. 

 

He gripped its ass, spreading the cheeks enough so he could see the entrance to its body better. Riley didn’t want to hurt it, so he let some spit dribble from his mouth onto the opening. He swore it winked at him, or clenched, or something. His thumb rubbed his spit over the hole and slipped inside. 

 

It was cool and tight, just as he’d imagined. Riley eyed the drugged blood again, thinking that any damage he did would be quickly healed. It wouldn’t be so bad, would it? It’s not like he would actually hurt it. He spat onto his hand, wetting his cock slightly before stepping closer and pushing the head against that tempting pink hole.

 

One little push. That was all it took. It was so easy. His cock was gripped so tightly, and it felt so good to slide into the Hostile’s body. He thrust hard, burying himself completely and groaned as he felt the muscles give way to his invading flesh. Riley pulled out, and pushed in again, groaning in ecstasy. He couldn’t even have dreamed that it would feel this good.

 

It didn’t take long, only a few embarrassingly short thrusts before he was coming in the demon’s ass. Riley collapsed onto its back, pressing a kiss between its shoulders before he slid out and quickly cleaned himself up.

 

He took one more look at the demon’s body, the hole now reddened and stretched open. But Riley could swear he saw it healing up as he watched. He hadn’t hurt it. It wouldn’t even know that he’d been there.

 

Unable to resist one more touch, Riley dipped his thumb into the opening, catching some of his release on his finger. Trembling, he raised his thumb to his mouth and tasted his essence fused with that of his demon. 

 

Riley’s cock jerked as he remembered that taste, what it had felt like just hours before. He needed it again. There had to be a way to get the demon alone. It may even still be in the surgical unit. 

 

Jumping to his feet, Riley threw on his clothes and started for the door. The phone ringing startled him, but he turned back and answered. “Finn.”

 

His stomach fell as the voice on the other end reported that Hostile 17 had escaped. Riley rattled off the procedures, ordering a team together to recapture the demon. He practically ran to base, beating the rest of the team there.

 

Riley’s thoughts were racing, his heart pounding. He wanted nothing more than to get his demon back. And this time, he’d make sure he couldn’t get away.