A/N: So, the first chapter was meant to be a oneshot, but the lovely Miss Dare requested Em/Riley birthday fic so who was I to refuse? It's not actually her birthday until the 9th of January but I got this written and she's all about instant gratification, and I respect that. So happy early birthday, darling. I hope you like it!

This sequel was inspired by this picture: slashrules(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/14355961188

Thanks to Beckybrit for pre-reading and Mamdi for betaing and brit-purging.

"Are you nearly ready?" I yell as I pass Riley's closed door with my arms full of snacks for the party. "I could use some help out here when you've finished preening. They'll start arriving soon."

We're hosting a Halloween party in our apartment for reasons that I'm not entirely clear about. It was Riley's idea – these things usually are. So, we have about forty people coming over later in fancy dress to drink themselves into oblivion and trash the place.

I'm already in my costume. It didn't take long to put on since, frankly, there isn't a lot of it. The Tarzan costume was also Riley's idea. I agreed to it in a weak moment after a spectacular blow job. He knows exactly how to manipulate me. I let him think that it annoys me how he always gets his way, but I secretly quite enjoy the process of him winning me over – it's usually more than worth it.

"I'll be out in a minute." I hear him reply.

I roll my eyes, and go and dump the snacks in the living room and hurry back to the kitchen to get the next load. I've already put all the drinks out and tidied up to make more space for us to party. Riley's been no help at all. He's spent the whole of the last hour either showering or locked up in his room doing God knows what. He probably spent half the time jerking off if I know Riley, horny little fucker.

Since the corset incident, as I mentally refer to it, our relationship has shifted irrevocably. We haven't bothered to define this thing between us but I guess most people would call us fuck buddies. In public we act the same as ever. But in private we have sex – frequently and enthusiastically. There's been a lot of experimentation for me. Riley's always pushing my limits and mostly I'm okay with that. I've fucked Riley many times but he hasn't managed to persuade me to try bottoming. I've learned to suck cock – quite passably apparently, but according to Riley I still need more practice. He's not the most patient of teachers.

At first Riley was worried that I'd only want him in the corset. And to be honest, after that first time and before anything else happened between us, I'd also wondered whether my sudden, unexpected attraction to him was all about that. But when we finally got down to flirting and fooling around together one night on the sofa a week or so after the corset incident, I quickly found that I wanted him just as much when he was dressed like a guy. Sometimes he still wears the corset for me but it's mainly a turn on because of the memory of that first time, not because I need it. Riley's just plain hot to me now, the corset was only a catalyst.

I do a last scan around the living room, making sure it's safe for guests. We had a near miss last time some of the guys came over. We were sitting around drinking beer when I noticed a bottle of lube sticking out from underneath the sofa with an empty condom wrapper alongside it. I managed to kick them right under before anyone saw them – I think I did anyway because no one mentioned anything.

My gaze falls on the DVD collection and I suddenly realize that there are a few titles lying around that I don't want anyone to see. People know that Riley's bi, but no one knows that I'm anything other than straight. I'm not really sure myself what I am yet, all I know is that I'm having fun and I don't feel the need to label myself. But this thing between me and Riley is something that only we know about, and for now I'd like it to stay that way. So, having gay porn on display in the living room is probably not cool.

Watching gay porn together was Riley's idea, of course. But it turned out to be quite a good one. I was way more into it than I'd expected and it's given me some ideas about things I might like to try sometime if I'm feeling brave enough, or horny enough.

I pull out the DVDs with titles that might cause embarrassment and head back down the hallway to stash them in my room. As I pass Riley's door I yell again.

"Hurry the fuck up, will you? What the hell's taking you so long?"

There's no reply this time. I push open the door to my room and shove the DVDs under my mattress, just in case anyone comes in here later. As I straighten up I hear Riley's smooth voice behind me.

"So, what do you think?"

I turn to face him and am rendered speechless. I just stare at him, my mouth dry. Finally I make an attempt to speak but it comes out as an anguished croak. "Fuck!"

He quirks his eyebrows and shoots me a dirty grin. "Maybe later," his voice is low and sexy and my knees feel suddenly weak.

I gesture at the loincloth that covers the hard bulge of my cock, thankful that I'm wearing tight briefs underneath it. "You seriously expect me to spend the night around you wearing that, with me wearing this?" My voice squeaks but I think that's only to be expected under the circumstances.

I let my eyes rake over him, taking him in properly, cataloguing the details this time rather than the whole effect. His body is encased from neck to ankle in a skin tight black cat suit. The dark fabric emphasizes the length and grace of his limbs, making him look like a dancer. His feet are bare, which I find strangely sexy. I've long since given up trying to analyze my response to Riley's charms, I just accept it as fact and run with it.

The cat suit leaves nothing to the imagination, he might almost as well be naked. I can see the outline of his cock through the clinging fabric where it lies, half-hard against his thigh. I swallow audibly as I drag my eyes up to his face. His cheeks are painted with black whiskers and his eyes are outlined with kohl, making them seem huge and dark in his pale face. Pointed black ears emerge from his light brown hair. They look very realistic since the band that they're attached to is nearly hidden in his messy spikes. And if all of that isn't enough to get my dick hard, he's wearing a black leather collar around his slim neck with a small silver bell hanging from it. The bell jingles as he twirls around and wiggles his ass at me. I chuckle when I see that he has a fluffy black tail sewn on to the back of the suit.

"So you like it then?" He asks over his shoulder.

"It's... disturbing," I reply honestly. I step forward and run my hands over his firm ass, it feels incredible through the slinky fabric. "Commando?" My voice is still a little hoarse.

"Uh huh," he replies arching his back and pushing himself against my hands.

I grab his hips and push my erection against him, sliding it up and down against his crack. "Motherfuck, Riley. You're trying to kill me, I swear."

He turns around to face me and teases my mouth with soft brushes of his lips and flicks of his tongue. I go to kiss him harder but he pulls back. "Mind my whiskers," he warns. "It took me ages to get them symmetrical."

Our cocks are pressed together now and he's as hard as I am. I reach down and palm him through the material and he hums and grinds against my hand. We both groan when the doorbell interrupts us.

"Hold that thought," Riley grins wickedly. "You look so damn hot in that loincloth, but I can't wait to get you out of it later."

We pull apart and adjust ourselves. Riley's boner is way more noticeable than mine. The loincloth and tight underwear that I'm wearing do a reasonable job of covering me up.

"You go and finish getting out snacks, and calm the fuck down," I order him. "And I'll get the door."

XOXOXOX

I seem to spend most of my time around Riley with blue balls when we're in public together because he's such a fucking tease, so tonight is nothing new. However, normally I'm wearing more clothes and it's easier to hide the effect he has on me. So, tonight I make a concerted effort to stay away from him and avoid his eye.

It's easy at first as the apartment fills up fast with our friends from school, and soon it's noisy and crowded and I get sucked into the throng and don't see Riley for a while. But after a few beers my resolve crumbles and I find myself seeking him out. He's nose to nose with Victoria, a chick from his History class, and I bristle. She's touching him way more than I'm happy with while they talk, and he's not stopping her.

He catches my eye across the room and his face gives nothing away. I try not to glare but I probably fail, because a few minutes later he's left her on the sofa and is crossing the room towards me.

"Hey, Mike, Tyler," he grins. "Nice costumes." Mike's dressed as a vampire and Tyler's a zombie. Predictable but effective. "I'm gonna go find the tequila, time for some shots I think?" Riley smirks at me. He knows that tequila always makes me a little crazy.

He squeezes past me to get to the hallway and I feel his hand graze my ass deliberately as he passes. I nearly choke on my beer.

He comes back a few minutes later bearing a tray with tequila, shot glasses, a plate of sliced lemon and the salt shaker. He obviously means business.

XOXOXOX

As the third shot hits my stomach my head starts to buzz. Riley's just lining up his next one. I find myself unable to look away as he carefully tips the salt onto the web between his thumb and fingers. He grips the lemon and raises his glass ready. His eyes fix on mine as his tongue flicks out and laps up the salt. His eyes are hot and dangerous and I know that he's thinking dirty, dirty thoughts. His throat bobs as he downs the tequila, and when he bites into the lemon I want to lick away the drops of juice that trickle from the corners of his mouth. My dick is filling again so I move away. I head for the kitchen hoping that a glass of water might sober me up and cool me off.

I find Bella and Edward in the kitchen chatting to Rose. I stay and talk to them for a while until the sounds of whooping and hollering from the living room makes us all head back through to see what's going on in there.

Someone has brought Twister and there's a heap of contorted people on the mat already. Four people appear to be playing but it's hard to tell with everyone else crowding around. We watch and laugh as they all end up collapsing in a heap. It's impossible to tell who won and who lost.

Alice seems to have control of the spinner and is masterminding the game. "Right, who's up next?" She looks around expectantly and catches my eye. "Em? You in?"

"Why not," I grin. I haven't played Twister for years but it looks like fun.

Alice rounds up Rose and Bella too, then looks around for another victim. "Riley," she grabs his wrist and pulls him over to the mat. "You'll do."

Riley catches my eye and his eyebrows flicker, a tiny movement but one that suddenly makes me question the wisdom of playing this game with him.

"Actually, I kind of need to pee..." I start, sidling away. But Mike shoves me back towards the mat.

"Don't be a pussy Em, you can wait. It won't take long."

Shit.

"Okay, okay," I huff. "Let's get this over with."

Alice decides it's ladies first and spins for Rose, then Bella. Riley goes next and I go last. It starts off pretty sedate, as you'd expect. But on the second round it begins to get more interesting as we get tangled up in a mess of limbs. I end up crouched with my face pressed into Rose's boobs. Since hooking up with Riley I'm a little less interested in boobs than I used to be, but I can still appreciate a nice rack when I see one. I tilt my head to grin at Rose and she rolls her eyes at me. Riley ends up behind me and I can feel the heat of his body through the thin material of his costume. It makes my skin tingle.

By round four it all goes to hell. Bella collapses under Rose's weight as Rose tries to get her left foot onto an impossible red, and both of them are out. And now that Riley and I have so much more space to work with it gets competitive and is clearly going to take a while before either of us slips up. We play with grim determination. It's in my nature to be competitive and Riley isn't one to back down from a challenge. He's going to be hard to beat. He has the perfect build for this game with his long, lean limbs and I know from experience that he's very bendy, but I'm trying hard not to think too much about that right now. Alice spins and calls and more and more people gather closer around the mat to watch and heckle as we play.

At first my concentration on the game stops me from being affected by Riley's proximity but as the game progresses I start to notice little things – the huff of his breath on my exposed skin as he leans over my torso; the warm scent of him when my nose is pressed into the nape of his neck; the soft brush of his fingers as he deliberately grazes my thigh when he reaches between my legs to get his hand to a green spot.

Somehow we end up in what can only be described as a compromising position. I'm facing upwards, straining all my muscles tight to keep my ass from dropping onto the mat and he's over me, top to tail... quite literally. His furry cat tail is hanging in my face and tickling like hell, and his crotch is just inches from my nose. With my close up view I can see that he's sporting a semi and I can smell the musky scent of his cock. He no doubt has a similar view of my dick. I'm just glad that my loincloth is leopard print so no one will be able to see the wet patch that's probably working its way through right about now.

The next spin has him lowering himself down even closer to my face as the watching crowd falls about laughing. When I feel the hot, hard press of his dick against my cheekbone I can't take anymore. I collapse dramatically and deliberately.

"Okay, Biers. You win." I say as I shove his hips up and away from my face. "Now I'm going for that piss."

I sit up quickly, trying to hide my boner and push my way through the crowd.

It's not until I get to the quiet of the hallway that I hear someone behind me. I turn to see that Riley's followed me.

"Do you really need a piss?" He asks, his dark eyes fixed on mine.

I shake my head.

"Do you need a fuck?" His face is full of intent in the dim hallway light. My mouth goes dry and my legs turn to water.

I nod.

He pounces and drags me through the open doorway of his room, closing it and locking it behind us, leaving us in near darkness.

"What if people notice we're missing?" I gasp as his hands dive into my loincloth and he draws one of my nipples into his mouth and pinches it between sharp teeth.

He pulls his mouth away and rests his cheek against my chest. "D'you wanna stop?"

I pause to think for a split second. He squeezes my cock and runs his thumb over the tip, and any concerns I have are gone. I need Riley now and I don't fucking care if anyone notices we're missing or suspects anything. Hell, at this point in time they could watch for all I care.

"No," I mutter sliding my hands down his back to squeeze his tight ass. "Don't fucking stop."

He drops to his knees in front of me and frees my dick. His mouth is on me and my fingers are in his hair and the rest of the world ceases to exist altogether.

He sucks me hard, hot and wet and messy, and my hands slide around to the back of his head. My thumb catches the band holding his ears on and I chuckle, remembering what he's wearing. I move one hand down and touch his collar, slipping a finger between the leather and his neck. My cock throbs in his mouth.

I push his head away and he lets my cock slip from his mouth with an obscene slurping noise. Riley's always a noisy cock-sucker. I pull him back up and find his mouth with mine. His lips are wet and slick and I can taste my pre-cum on them. My hands roam over his body, seeking access to his skin and failing.

"How do you get this fucking suit off?" I mutter against his lips. "I want to feel you."

"There's a zipper at the back." He turns in my arms and I fumble around in the darkness with my stupid big fingers. Finally I find the little tag and it slides down smoothly. As the black fabric parts I see the pale gleam of his skin in the small amount of light that comes from his window. I push it off his shoulders and lower my head and lick and suck a trail down his spine as I pull the zipper down further. It goes all the way to where his ass starts to curve and I push the material apart and crouch to swirl my tongue in the dimples there. I don't need light to see them, my tongue knows how to find them.

I stand up again, impatient, and strip the suit off him. He turns and kisses me again as I pull his arms free and push the material down over his hips. We stumble back towards the bed and his feet get caught as he tries to kick his legs free of the clinging fabric. I catch him as he trips and then push him down onto the bed and untangle his feet. I strip off the stupid loincloth and briefs that I'm wearing beneath it and my dick springs free.

"Put the light on," I grip my cock as I speak and stroke it slowly. "I want to see you."

He rolls and twists to reach the switch and the room is flooded with dim yellow light from the lamp by his bed. He turns back and looks up at me expectantly. His eyes are hooded and I watch as he runs his hands slowly over his torso. One dips lower and slides along his inner thigh as he spreads his legs for me and waits for me to move. He's half propped up on his pillows, still wearing the cat ears and collar. On anyone else it would probably look ridiculous, but Riley even manages to make furry ears look sexy.

"Roll over," I tell him, and he complies immediately. Pushing himself up on all fours and presenting me with his perfect ass.

I crawl onto the bed behind him and move close. I run my hands over the warm skin of his back, feeling him quiver with tension under my touch. I lean over, pressing my erection against the cleft of his ass and hitch my hips, sliding back and forth as I kiss and suck and nip at his back leaving a trail of pink marks on his golden skin. He pushes back against me and moans, one hand reaching down between his legs to jack his cock. I reach around myself and push his hand away, curling my fingers around hard, hot flesh – squeezing and sliding.

I release his cock and he whimpers. I kiss and lick slowly down his spine until I get to the top of his crack. My hands grip his ass cheeks and I press him open to look at him. He arches and pushes back and his hole clenches, making my dick twitch. I know what he wants. I've seen how he reacts when we've watched the guys rimming each other in his porn collection. I've watched as his eyes go dark and he bites his lip, his hand moving faster on his dick.

I'm freaking out a little as I move in close, but the tequila makes me brave. I run my nose up his crack and breathe him in. It's musky, distinctive, but not unpleasant and his resulting gasp is enough to make me follow the path with my tongue. I feel the texture change as I reach his hole and he shudders and makes a high keening noise as I pause there and circle my tongue experimentally.

"Fuck... Em," he bucks against me and I grip his hips tight as I start to lick in earnest.

At some point he collapses forwards, his face pressed into the pillow. One arm is under his head and his other hand is on his cock again. I can hear the wet sounds of him jacking himself off as I make filthy noises with my lips and tongue on his ass. His moans and grunts get louder and with a gasp of "Oh fuck, yes..." his hips hitch and I feel his hole pulse against my tongue as he comes with a hoarse cry.

I pull away when he's done and replace my tongue with my fingers. My cock is hard and aching for release. Two fingers slide in easily and it takes little effort to work a third inside. He's wet with my spit and arches back against me as my fingers drag over his prostate.

I pull them out and move quickly, rummaging in the drawer beside his bed for lube and a condom. I fumble and curse, desperate to be inside him, but finally I manage to get the fucking thing on. I slick myself with lube and squirt some onto his ass for good measure, rubbing it slowly in with my fingers until he snaps at me.

"Fucking tease!"

I slap his ass and he hisses. But I know he likes it. My fingers leave beautiful pink marks that match the ones on his back from my mouth.

When I push into him I feel like I could come right away. He's so fucking hot and tight and the sight of him beneath me all smooth and beautiful nearly does me in. I pause when I'm fully inside him and he seems to sense that I need to wait, because he's uncharacteristically patient for once. His back rises and falls with his breath. I lower my head to press kisses between his shoulder blades and reach around to take his dick in my hand. It's sticky with his cum and starts to fill immediately under my touch. I stroke him until he's hard again and then I start to move.

I fuck him slowly at first, pulling back so I can look down at the sight of my cock sliding into his ass. That shit never gets old. The sight sends a fresh rush of blood to my groin and I speed up, pulling his hips back to meet me with every thrust. I'm sweating now and my skin slaps against his as he pushes back to meet me. I fuck him faster, harder and I hear the bell on his collar jingling. I lean forward again, reaching a hand around his throat. I feel the leather and metal under my fingers and it makes my dick throb.

I move back again to hold his hips, taking my weight off him. "Jerk yourself off," I pant. "I'm getting close."

He reaches a hand down and I see his arm moving rhythmically as he strokes himself in time with my cock moving in his ass. But I can't hold it in anymore and as I surge forwards again my balls tighten and I come with a groan, my whole body wracked with my orgasm. Riley's still moaning beneath me and his arm's moving furiously, so I pull out and push him over onto his back. I take his cock in my mouth and put my fingers back inside him, pressing in and rubbing him just right. He arches and comes, his body jerking off the bed as his hips buck and his salty cum floods my mouth. I carry on sucking, swallowing messily around him, but some of it escapes and slicks the movement of my mouth on his cock as I draw the last drops from him.

He wriggles and gasps, sensitive now and reaches to pull me off his dick and drag me up by my hair. He licks his cum off my lips and we kiss, hot and slick, humming sounds of approval into each other's mouths. Finally I pull back to look at him. He looks wrecked in the best possible way. His hair's a mess and his face is flushed and gorgeous.

"Your ears are wonky," I grin. "And your whiskers are a lost cause." I lick my thumb and wipe at the smudges that used to be perfect black lines on his face.

He just grins at me, like the cat that got the cream, and pulls me down for another kiss.

"I guess we'd better get back out there," he says reluctantly when we break for air again.

"Do you think you should paint more whiskers on?" I frown. "Someone might notice they've mysteriously vanished."

"Let them notice," he says lightly but his eyes are serious, locked on mine and there's an unspoken question in them. "Anyone who's sober enough to notice that my whiskers have gone astray will probably have already noticed that we've been missing for the last half hour."

I realize that he's probably right and I really can't bring myself to care. So I just smile and kiss him again.

A/N: I honestly don't know if there will be any more of this, I have no plans but these boys are a lot of fun to write. So put it on alert if you want to be sure of seeing it if it ever happens.

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