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You Get What You Need	By : katharina99 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel the series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-If you try sometime
- 2-Did he look pretty ill
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Angel studiously ignored the fact that they probably looked ridiculous as he carried the shivering mortal up the hotel’s main staircase, bridal style. Like some sort of demented gay Gone With the Wind pornographic parody. He consoled himself that he at least got to be Rhett Buttler in this scenario. Not that his ersatz Scarlett was much of a burden at the moment. The former commando weighed worryingly little, considering how huge he had been when Angel had first met him. That would be something the Power’s champion would need to work on.
He had no idea how to fatten a mortal up, though. Angel hadn’t needed to sustain himself on anything other than blood for over two centuries. The long-term care of humans wasn’t something he’d ever really given any thought to since he’d never deigned to take a pet. Before the curse, the vampire had never seen the point. If he wanted to play a little longer with a particular human, he’d either torture them until they expired or would let them go until it was time to torment them again, much like he’d done with Drusilla. After the curse, well after, he felt far too guilty to ever consider it. Angel had mainly kept to himself until Whistler had shown up and had sent him off to start working with Buffy and her friends. He’d interacted with humans before then, of course, but that had really been the first time he’d been around any of them long enough to form any sort of real connection, any real bonds.
And eventually, Angel had formed attachments first with the Scoobies, to some extent, and then with the A.I. team. But as dear as they were to him, and he was coming to realize that they had become the most precious things in his life, he didn’t necessarily know the nitty-gritty of their day-to-day lives. The Scoobies had still been under the care of their parents when Angel had been regularly spending time with them. His team here in L.A. was pretty self-sufficient. While he occasionally heard them talking about things like ordering lunch, that was really more down to individual preferences and what they were in the mood for on a given day than their actual nutritional needs. The only one who talked about diet fairly regularly was Cordelia, and it was usually in the context of her losing weight for some reason that Angel really didn’t understand. Riley, who had already lost an alarming amount of body mass, certainly didn’t need any help in that regard. Angel guessed that he’d need to do some research on the best way to help the boy rebuild the bulk he’d lost. He supposed making sure the young man ate regularly was probably the best place to start.
Something he hadn’t bothered to do in the almost two months they had been sleeping together. Well, sleeping together was a generous description, Angel remorseful admitted to himself. He’d been using Riley, treating him as little more than an animated sex doll, cum punching bag. And let’s not forget, occasionally as a snack, Angel admonished himself. Not only had he abused the broken man, but he’d thoughtlessly fanned the flames of the boy’s addiction. He’d refused to bite Riley very often, not out of any regard for the taller man, but to keep him off balance and desperate. And if he was honest, he’d enjoyed the boy’s anxious pleas for more, making him beg and degrade himself for the privilege of having a vampire feed off of him. He’d liked having power over the mortal, liked having total control over the boy while the world around him was falling apart.
But he’d never bothered thinking about Riley’s wellbeing, about whether he was eating enough or sleeping enough. He hadn’t been remotely concerned about the boy’s welfare. Instead, he’d told himself that the other man was there by choice. He wasn’t forcing the boy. If Riley didn’t like the way he was being treated, he could leave at any time. Obviously, Angel had been very wrong about that.
The night Riley had shown up, he’d made the grave error in judgement of saying Buffy’s name. As a result, he’d ended up with a slipt lip and dark finger-shaped bruises on his throat, which had taken weeks to heal. When they’d had sex the first time that night, Angel had not been gentle, using spit as lube, telling Riley that he should be grateful that the vampire had bothered to do that much. Angel wishes fervently that that night had been an aberration, an exception, but it hadn’t been, not really. Riley had learned to hold his tongue and force his body to relax when penetrated, but nothing changed for Angel beyond gaining a convenient place to vent all his frustrations. In all that time, he’d never seen Riley cry. Not until tonight, not until after he’d handed the boy a pile of cash and told him unceremoniously to get out. At least Angel hadn’t left the money on the dresser, the vampire thought miserably.
He’d had an epiphany after sleeping with Darla yesterday, or at least he thought he had. Wasn’t that the final nail in his coffin, sleeping with his former lover in a desperate bid to release himself from the curse. He’d bedded his sire while he had Riley waiting in another room just down the hall, uncaring about what he might do to the man once he lost his soul. And after that perfect moment of misery, he’d just left. Angel hadn’t given the boy another thought when he’d run off to Kate Lockley’s rescue. It was a miracle that he hadn’t returned to find that Darla had drained the boy, or worse, that she’d decided to take him for herself.
When he finally had remembered Riley, he’s ashamed to admit that a tiny part of him regretted that Darla hadn’t taken the troubled mortal off his hands, one way or another. Having him here certainly didn’t fit his new life’s mission. Small acts of kindness, helping people because, in the end, even though there was evil in the world, people, in general, didn’t deserve to suffer. That didn’t gel with his keeping a deeply troubled mortal as a toy, so he’d resolved to send the boy on his way.
In theory, freeing the young man from their abusive relationship sounded like the right thing to do. The only problem was that Riley obviously wasn’t in the right frame of mind to make decisions for himself or even take care of himself. And while Angel wasn’t entirely responsible for the man’s current state, he’d certainly exacerbated his problems. And then he just decided to cut the boy off without trying to help him or alleviate his suffering in any way. Riley had been miles from fine when he’d first walked into the Hyperion. Obviously, he wouldn’t be able to just walk back out and magically be fine. Angel had contributed to this mess, so now he realized that it was his responsibility to help to fix it. How exactly he was going to go about that, he wasn’t exactly sure.
That was something he’d worry about later. But, for now, he needed to get the young man out of his wet clothes and try his best to warm him up. A warm bath, he decided, was in order. He hesitated for a moment at the top of the stairs. Until now, he’d left Riley in one of the unused rooms down the hall from his suite, only interacting with the human when it suited him. He sighed to himself, making his way towards his own suite of rooms. If he was going to start looking after the boy properly, he’d need to keep him close.
Riley didn’t really respond as Angel gently set him down, allowing himself to be undressed like a child and then waiting passively as the vampire removed his own equally drenched clothing. The souled vampire dropped both sets of their sopping clothes carelessly on the ground by the door. They would have to be washed and dried anyway. He’d see to that once he’d sorted Riley out. Angel reached around his charge, leaned down to plug the large tub and start the water, making sure it was nice and warm but not scalding hot. He turned back to the mortal, and the man still stood where he’d left him, shaking but otherwise immobile.
Angel gingerly took the boy by the elbow, intent on guiding him into the tub. Riley blinked, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tilted his head, unmistakably offering up his throat.
“No, Riley,” Angel softly admonished.
“But I thought….”The mortal started confused. “Please, Angel.” I… can’t… please… End this. Suddenly the vampire understood with shocking clarity. Jesus, the boy thought he’d brought him up here to… That he’d what? Taken him into a tiled room and stripped both of them so that the mess would be easier to clean up? Angel took a deep breath, realizing that he’d given the man no reason to believe otherwise.
“No, Riley,” the vampire repeated, taking the young man by the chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. Pretty grey shining eyes stared back at him.
“Please, I don’t… I need… Please, I can’t ….” The emaciated man whispered, instinctively lowering his gaze.
“I know,” Angel reassured him, cupping the boy’s cheek. Well in for a penny in for a pound, he supposed. ”I know, pet. You don’t have to anymore. I’m here now.”
Riley’s eyes flew back up to meet his, going wide. ”Does that mean I can stay? Please… Just tell me what I have to do.”
“Well, right now, you’re cold and exhausted, so I’m going to give you a nice warm bath, and then I’m putting you to bed. Everything else we’ll figure after you wake up. Alright, pet?” Angel asked, running a soothing thumb across a too gaunt cheek.
“Yes, Sir,” Riley agreed, leaning ever so slightly into his touch.
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