Fandom/Characters/Ships: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Riley Finn/Spike
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1547
Warnings and Tags: whump, angst, injured spike, mild blood, blood drinking, complicated relationships, cannon what cannon? shh, chipped spike
Summary: Spike and Riley have something between them, they don't talk about it, until they do.
Written for @reallyreal-madeingold as a prize for the Lounge Comment Bingo: Riley/Spike + injured!Spike
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Read the opening from, Who Needs Words?, Rated Mature, below or in full on my Ao3.
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Who Needs Words?
Riley couldn't help his muttering as he ran through the forest. He could hear the distant snarls and grunts getting closer before he heard a shriek of pain that Spike would deny if he ever brought it up.
His feet moved faster.
They had been at this for weeks, traveling together, hunting demons together, and spending nights that Riley would deny if they ever talked about it.
They had a routine.
It wasn't perfect. It wasn't the army. It wasn't fighting beside the Slayer nor was it like fighting beside another vampire, but it worked for them.
Usually, anyway.
"Spike?!"
Even with the blonde running out ahead of him, it usually worked out. He'd taken more than a few tools before he'd left the Initiative, and he could always find him. His head turned as he looked around the rotting forest they'd tracked the demon to, the unusually cold forest that was throwing off the readings.
"Spike!"
"Bloody hell." A grumbled voice echoed along the vacant stone walls, and out into the forest. "Can't a guy bleed out in peace?"
Riley moved closer to the sound, looking to his useless radar before putting it back in his pack, hands loose and ready around the rifle. "Spike?" He called out softly as he stepped into the ruins that lay half buried and covered by fallen trees and debris.
Spike groaned, closing his eyes, as the voice came nearer as did the sound of boots crunching across the vine covered floors.
The blonde could feel when the commando saw him. The boots were scuffing against the dirty floor of the ruins, metal shifting as he moved faster towards Spike.
"Why didn't you wait?" Riley argued, already dropping to his knee beside Spike's torn open side. "I told you I was coming," he bit out, hands shifting and pushing at Spike's side to get a look at the wound claws and ripped through his shirt and side. "Just once, just once, it might not get you hurt to listening to someone."
"Gentle!" Spike hissed as the human pressed to the wound. "I had it. No use waitin' for you and your little barkers." His head went back against the floor as Riley held him, jerking his head towards the demon he'd killed.
Riley looked from the gash to the ripped apart demon not far from Spike's prone form. "Yeah, well," he sucked in a breath looking back to the blood slowly oozing from the wound. "My little barker could have distracted it and you wouldn't be bleeding out right now." He didn't have any illusion that his guns wouldn't have killed this demon, but at least he could have helped. "If you're really so intent on doing this together maybe you could try to be a team?" He argued, pushing and manhandling the vampire up against his chest. The human held Spike close to him as the other grunted and complained as he ripped his shirt more to see the wound better.
whats it called when you're like a sadist for only specific people because whatever that is that's what i am for riley finn
angel threw his ass into a shipment container and he fell in a pile of glass AND THEN buffy told him his best friend was kebab'd and now he's fucking dead and i haven't laughed more in weeks
