Chapter 4
Spike feigned indifference as he followed Angel out to his car but his senses were humming. He was going back to the old mansion with his sire. Granted with his human soul still intact but his sire's demon was running so close to the surface, Spike could almost taste him in the air.
It had been such a shock to have come face to face with Angelus earlier. Even though the beating had been severe, Spike felt it was almost like old times. Not like two years ago, but like Angelus had been a century ago. Before Romania, before the gypsy's curse that has torn him away from them. This was the sire he remembered, not the crazy bastard that almost had the world sucked into hell. He wondered briefly what had made such a profound change.
The older vampire started the car while Spike slid into the passenger seat and they glided away into the pre-dawn towards the Crawford Street mansion. A million questions were racing through Spike's head but he decided to wait for Angel to speak. Angel remained silent.
Once the car was stowed in the underground garage, Angel led the way through the darkened mansion to the living room. He nodded with satisfaction on how clean the room remained, the caretaker he paid was doing a fine job.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the Scooby Gang, Angelus had bought the mansion and Angel found he could not bear to part with the place when he left for L.A…..It held too many memories to dispense with it. There was a small, selfish hope that Buffy would visit the place occasionally and think of him. God knows, his memories of her lived in every room.
He had meant it to be a bolt hole for her in times of need and left a key with Giles. But she avoided the place like the plague, never wanting to be that close to him again. He could not find fault in her for that, he abandoned her, not the other way around.
The makings of a fire had been laid in the old fireplace, he took a match out of the box on the mantel and lit the wood with it. After a few moments, a cheery glow filled the room. Spike flicked on one of the lamps at the end of the couch. "Huh, electricity still works."
"It should. I pay the bill."
"Thought you moved to Los Angeles…. Don't tell me you still own the place?" Spike settled comfortably onto the couch and lit a cigarette. He watched the other vampire through half-closed lids, gauging his reactions.
"Lock, stock and barrel." Angel sighed and leaned his head against the cold marble wall beside the fireplace.
"I thought you woulda dumped it by now…. You never were one for keepin' Angelus' possessions hangin' around." Spike was genuinely puzzled.
"I just couldn't bear to part with it. There is too much here, too many…." His gaze fell on the crushed pewter water pitcher which sat on the new coffee table. He picked it up and cradled it to his chest. She had crushed it while he drank from her, when Angelus marked her as his mate. He could almost taste the sweet flow of her blood, feel her body wrapped around him, his throbbing erection pressing into her softness, trying to banish the layers of clothing between them.
It had been ecstasy and agony, salvation and damnation all rolled into one act.
"Too many memories?" Spike was directly behind him now, the cigarette gone. Angel could feel the intensity of his childe's gaze and slowly turned around, his face an impassive mask. He nodded and set the pitcher down on the mantelpiece. "Know what ya mean, mate…."
Angel's voice was soft and low. "Do you? Do you really, Spike?"
"Oh aye, Angelus, I do. I rolled through this place while you and Dru were tearin' up this town, remember?" Spike's face was filled with quiet rage as he regarded his sire. "I learned to walk again by leanin' against that fireplace….Swearin' my revenge on you wi' every step day for takin' my ripe wicked plum from me."
Pain flickered in Angel's eyes as he remembered Angelus' actions during those crazed months. The demon within him had been so stifled by his anguish and remorse, sickened by his relationships with what should have been considered food, appalled by his love for his race's mortal enemy that when he burst forth into the world again all he could do was destroy. Friend or foe, it didn't matter who he lashed out at, it was only important that it hurt someone other than himself.
Everyone had been caught in the firestorm of his rage, including his childer.
"I'm sorry, Spike." The words were barely above a whisper but shocked the other vampire to the core. His sire never apologized, never once in the two centuries he had known him had Angelus apologized for his actions. It was not a part of his nature to feel regret.
"You cost me Dru." His hands were clenched tight at his sides, earlier that night he had found that the chip prevented him from doing violence to Angel. But he ached to do just that, to strike out at his sire for stealing his mate from him. Spike had been devoted to her for over a hundred years but one look, one smile from Angelus had blown all his devotion into dust. She broke the mated bond, returned to her sire and in her madness, scorned the only creature who ever loved her.
" I know…." Angel turned away from him again to stare into the flickering flames, he was searching for the right words to ease his childe's suffering. Spike was incensed by his actions. It was infuriating to him that Angelus still lived and now he stood before him with his back turned as though Spike was no longer a threat.
Spike reached into his duster and pulled out the stake he always carried there. It would be so simple to just ignore the blinding pain the chip would cause as he plunged the stake into the other vampire's back. So simple to pierce the heart and watch him dissolve into dust…… So simple to destroy the only creature, other than Druscilla, who had ever shown him one ounce of love.
The memories of their younger days flashed before him, all the time they had spent before Druscilla entered their lives and seduced him with her delicious insanity. They had roamed Europe, terrorizing the peasants and rubbing shoulders with the social elite. Angelus had been fond of the English poets of the romantic period, making fast friends with Wilde, Byron, Shelley and Keats.
Of them all, Spike had liked Byron the best, he always knew the most entertaining spots and the fastest women, many of whom never saw the light of day again. Byron had been fond of the two of them as well, he even remarked with his usual dry wit that the moniker "Mad, bad and dangerous to know" had not been coined about himself, but rather his two constant companions. Little did he know how dangerous they had truly been.
Angelus discovered William starving in the slums of North London, selling his body for coins to buy food and gin to help numb the pain of living another day. He took the boy home, thinking only to have him as a quick brutal fuck and a meal. But after studying the beauty of the young face and body, he chose to keep the urchin as a pet, a companion to while away the lonely hours since Darla left him to travel the Continent.
He had noticed that he never saw his mentor during the day but assumed it was due to the hours that most of the ton kept in London. Daylight was for pursuing marriageable young ladies and since Angelus never seemed to lack for female companionship, there was no real need to be about during the day. The man had no family to speak of, there was no father berating him to marry and continue the bloodline, no mother to fuss about his less than savory companions. Plus he had no shortage of money or amusements with which to indulge himself.
In short, to William, his friend lived the perfect life.
Angelus closed the door behind them and quietly locked it. He had planned this night for months, ever since he spotted the potential in the exquisite young man before him. A well-fed William was cocky, self-assured, passionate and great deal of fun to be around. He would make a perfect companion for his eternity.
"Brandy, William?" He poured a small amount of the fiery liquid into two snifters on his sideboard, not even waiting for his companion's reply. William raised a sardonic brow but accepted the drink with good grace as he surveyed the rest of the room.
There were two chairs placed in front of the fireplace with a chessboard set up between them. A huge armoire covered almost one entire wall and William knew it had to be filled with Angelus' impressive collection of clothing. He inhaled the brandy in one gulp, enjoying the burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat. The empty glass was set onto the table in one corner of the large room. It was piled with books and writing implements, as well as his friend's ever present charcoals and sketchpad.
However the item that dominated the entire room was the massive bed. Draped in the richest of fabrics, the crimson bed-curtains had been drawn back to reveal its silken bedspread and an enormous pile of pillows. The headboard and footboard were intricately carved with what looked to be innocently frolicking nymphs but on closer inspection revealed a much darker design.
William felt his pulse racing as he studied the wicked scenes unfolding to his gaze. The carvings did include nymphs, as well as satyrs, demons, beasts of every kind all intertwined with one another in the most blatantly carnal positions.
One of the carvings caught his particular interest. It was two beautifully formed young men, one positioned behind the other, their bodies obviously conjoined and writhing in ecstasy. The dominant male had his hand wrapped around the other's shaft and his mouth was buried in the curve of his partner's neck. William flushed as he imagined being in that position, being utterly possessed by his mentor.
He was not shocked to feel Angelus' hands on his shoulders as he stood behind him. "Admiring my bed, I see….. It is as comfortable as it looks. Or are you more interested in the carvings, hmm?" His deep husky voice was full of laughter and his lips were so close to his ear; William could almost feel their chill. He found it curious that Angelus was always so cool to the touch but chalked it up to his childhood spent in the inhospitable wilderness of Ireland.
"Which one do you like the best, Will? Is it this one?" He pointed to nymph being mounted by a centaur. "Or is it this one?" Two ethereally beautiful women were so enmeshed in one another it was impossible to determine where one ended and the other began. "Or, perhaps this one, my friend?" Angelus had chosen the two men, his fingers resting on the submissive partner in a gentle caress.
William swallowed nervously and turned to face him. His blue eyes were dilated with undisguised lust as he met Angelus' dark regard. He could find no words; for once he was unable to speak, he couldn't even hear himself think so loudly was his pulse pounding in his ears.
Angelus' smile was a slow, seductive tilt of his lips. "So it is this one. I thought so." He brought his hands up around William's back, sinking them into the rich texture of his hair as he drew him closer. "Mine, too."
The mouth that covered his was delightfully cool in the suddenly overheated room and moved with a purpose. William sighed and relaxed into Angelus' embrace, opening to the invasion of his tongue. Here was the consummation he had been missing all his life, here was solace and searing passion. He returned the kiss with fervor, wrapping his tongue around Angelus' and dueling for control. His hands gripped his mentor's strong back and his hips thrust forward of his own accord to meet the thighs pressed snugly against him.
The pulsing hardness he encountered there almost frightened him, but everything else about Angelus was huge, why not this as well? William ached to touch him, to feel the smoothness of his skin beneath his fingertips, his lips. Angelus sensed his impatience and without breaking the kiss, started to undress. His jacket went first, then the cravat, waistcoat and linen shirt which were followed by the same articles from William's body.
Their lips broke apart, leaving William half-naked and gasping for breath. Hands were caressing his exposed flesh, kneading muscles, gliding up his ribs, pulling him into the embrace again. Now that marvelously talented mouth was on his neck, licking along the pulse-point, drawing gasping sighs from William who was dazed by the depths of his own lust for his handsome benefactor. He reciprocated in kind, sucking on the earlobe so close to his mouth and eliciting a deep rumble from his companion. The noise was strange, almost like the purr of a jungle cat.
William grew bolder, running his hands down the pale expanse of his back, skimming up his sides and coming to rest on his chest. His mouth dipped to Angelus' neck, licking along the delicious skin and the rumbling became louder. He whimpered as Angelus pushed him away and turned towards the candles.
"I'm going to put some of these out, Will. It wouldn't do for the house to burn down around our ears….. I will brook no interruptions tonight." His voice sounded strained, as if there was something odd about his mouth but William was too embroiled in his own passion to take much notice.
As his soon-to-be lover doused the candles, William stripped off his boots, unfastened his trousers, dropped them to the floor and climbed into the downy softness of the bed. When Angelus turned back to him, his usually sardonic face was lit with a lusty smile. William returned that smile, fascinated by how those dark eyes seemed to have a yellow glow about them as he studied the tempting body stretched out on top of the bed.
The head lifted and William met his direct gaze as Angelus smiled. "Like that, Will?"
The response was his fingers tangling in the softness of Angelus' thick hair, silently urging that sweet mouth to return to his aching cock. He begged in a hushed voice. "Angelus, please…"
"Please what, Will?"
"Please suck…"
"Suck?"
"Please suck my cock…" His begging was rewarded by the return of delirium. One strong hand gripped him as the mouth descended and William was in heaven. The strokes of hand and mouth were not hurried, but done with a measure of knowledgeable grace. This was not some frenzied coupling in a dark alley, this gentle touch was the ultimate seduction for a boy used to rough hands and a quick fuck against a filthy wall.
William did not murmur a single protest when the other hand was slipped under his buttocks and a dampened finger lightly grazed between the cheeks. That cool finger was eased inside of him and then joined by another as Angelus continued to take his cock deeper. The man never seemed to breathe as the muscles of his throat caressed him, swallowing him completely until his nose was nuzzling the curls at the base of his shaft.
Those gentle fingers moved within him, curling up to stroke an incredible spot William had never discovered before. He moaned as he felt his climax trigger, it swept through him like a solid wave of pleasure. Angelus held onto him with a single-minded devotion, capturing all the rich ejaculate in his mouth, swirling it over his tongue and greedily drinking it down. Almost as good as blood, he thought.
A droplet of semen still clung to his lips as he moved cautiously up the trembling body of his protégé, taking care not to dislodge the fingers he still had buried inside him. The boy was so tight Angelus doubted he would last very long once he was encased within his sweet flesh. The warmth of his lean frame beckoned, invited his invasion and Angelus never turned down an invitation.
He laid his heavy body down atop the young man, covering him completely and captured William's face with his free hand. The slightly open mouth was too tempting and he possessed it with his own. William could taste himself on the other man's tongue but it only fueled his ardor. He untangled his hands from the coverlet and raised them to grip Angelus' buttocks firmly, grinding the man's enormous cock against his stomach.
Angelus chuckled, lifting his mouth away, eliciting a small moan of protest from his lover. "Still so eager for me, Will?"
His answer came in the form of a hand on the back of his head, forcing his lips back to those lying beneath him. To his amusement, Angelus felt the younger man's member stir, growing against his thigh as he responded to the combined stroking of a tongue in his mouth and fingers buried deep in his ass. William surprised him by breaking the kiss, burrowing his face into Angelus' shoulder then biting his neck with his blunt teeth.
Rampant vampiric lust slammed through him for this child, his desire now for blood as well as sex. He almost lost control of his human mask once again. Enough playing, it was time to take the boy and brand him as his own.
He withdrew his fingers and rolled off the younger man. Gone was the gentle teasing from his voice as he commanded, "On your knees, boy."
William obeyed without question although he was intensely curious at what had sparked the change in his previously tender lover. He rolled to his stomach, tucked his legs underneath himself and raised to a kneeling position with his back to Angelus. A cool hand was pressed firmly between his shoulder blades, guiding him until his face became buried in one of the pillows.
Angelus slid between Williams' legs, using his knees to spread them further apart. Relieved his face was no longer visible, the demon's visage shifted from his handsome human mask. His fangs descended, the ridges around his forehead and nose distended and his saffron eyes gleamed in the remaining candlelight. His tongue flickered out between his fangs, as he tasted the air, reveling in the scent of his lover's arousal and anticipating the remainder of the night.
When he made no further moves towards him, William shifted his shoulders trying to turn his head. Angelus' command was almost a hiss. "Don't turn around, Will. Just close your eyes and enjoy."
William sighed in acquiescence and closed his eyes. Once again he felt those long cool fingers testing his small entrance. They slid in easily, stretching him, preparing him for the ultimate invasion. Angelus reached under one of the pillows and located a small jar of ointment. He spread the thick cream on his fingers, transferring it to William's tightly clenching hole, easing the way. Then he dipped into the jar again and spread the slick substance over the head of his cock, stroking it down the shaft so that he was completely coated.
One large hand grasped William's hip, spanning almost half of his left cheek. The other hand gripped the heavy shaft and rubbed it teasingly along the crack of his ass. William moaned as the tip dipped inside of him for an instant and then moved away. It came back; more forceful this time and he felt himself stretching to accommodate Angelus' hugeness. *Fuck, he's as big as a horse…Hurts…hurts so damn good….* he thought as his tight hole was pushed to the limits before the round head slid into him followed by inch upon inch of delectably cool flesh.
He bit the pillow as Angelus pulled him steadily backwards; it seemed to take forever before he felt the smooth muscles of his lover's abdomen resting against his firm cheeks. William took a deep breath, he had never felt so full in his entire life.
The pain faded and all he experienced now was mind-numbing pleasure. Angelus' huge body wrapped around him, marble smooth chest pressed snugly to his back, massive thighs molded to his own, hips moving in an achingly slow rhythm. With his left hand flat on the bed to stabilize them, his right hand caressed the curve of William's hip before sliding further down.
A sharp exhalation from the boy marked the contact of cool adept fingers with a warm cock. Smiling at his reaction, his lover encircled his aching erection in a tight fist and began a matching movement in counterpoint to each thrust.
Angelus listened to the siren's song of William's rich blood rushing through his veins. It had called to him ever since he rescued the boy from the streets. His fangs ached with the need to be encased in the sweet flesh of his neck. To be as deeply imbedded there as his pulsing member was in his beautiful ass. It was heaven and hell; Angelus did not know how much longer he could withstand the desire to feed.
The almost virginal tightness of the flesh encircling his cock was an exquisite torture. Even though he knew William had supported his meager existence by whoring his body, he was still young and firm. Angelus chuckled at the thought passing through his mind *After tonight, dearest Will, you will never change. I'll be able to fuck your sweet ass for an eternity*
As the blood lust rose within him, he altered his strokes, shifting from his earlier languorous pace to a hard and fast staccato. William's occasional groans were now constant; he rose to meet each punishing slam eagerly. Angelus was so deep Will felt should he open his mouth, he would be able to taste that delicious cock as it exited his throat. That erotic image along with the hard fist wrapped tightly around him sent William over the edge into orgasm. His warm semen pumped out of him, soaking the bedspread and Angelus' hand.
Angelus was reaching for his own fulfillment when he felt the warm rush of William's release. His cock pulsed as his cool semen flowed from the base to tip. He slid his left hand into William's silky auburn hair, tilted his head to the side and finally bit him. The delicious taste of William's blood surged into his mouth, bathing him in the shared experience of climax.
William felt the pinprick of something sharp at his throat and found himself tossed into a maelstrom of sensation. Pure bliss flooded his body, spreading from his neck, through his chest to finally settle deep in his groin. He had smoked opium with Angelus one evening and the rush he now felt was similar to the drug's effect.
Even though he had just come, William found himself once again spending his semen into the tangled bedclothes. This time he reached a sexual peak without the benefit of hand or mouth stimulating him. He was washed away in a tide of unearthly ecstasy which continued for what must have been a lifetime.
His almost detached senses heard Angelus' roar of release, muffled though it was because his mouth was still firmly attached to his neck. Strong jets of cool liquid filled him as the cock embedded in his back passage throbbed. Apparently everything about his mentor was of a cool temperature although the passion he exuded was white-hot.
Angelus reveled in the richness of his lover's blood; it carried to him the depth of William's startling third orgasm. He also felt William's love for him and that unsought devotion was enough to stop his feeding. His protégé loved him , loved him and trusted him. It was a very sobering thought for the demon so used to slaking only his own passion without the consideration of anyone else's desire. He eased his fangs from William's neck and tenderly licked the abused flesh to seal the wound.
William lifted his head from the pillow, his blue eyes still glazed from the force of his back-to back climaxes. He panted, trying to bring his erratic body under conscious control. His voice was filled with astonishment and awe as he gasped, "'Wot the bloody hell was that, Angelus?"
His human features were once again firmly in place as he met the look thrown over one shoulder at him. Angelus chuckled in genuine amusement at the boy's expression of shocked satisfaction. "Did you like it, Will?"
"Like it? Like it? Fuck, Angelus, if this how shaggin' wi' you is goin' to be, you might as well burn all my clothes. 'Coz I'm never leavin' this bed again." His lover's breathing had calmed but Angelus was loath to withdraw from his sweet flesh. He gathered the younger man's body to his, eliciting a deep groan as William sank back onto his still hard shaft.
Angelus held him tightly against his own body as he rolled them onto their sides. Amazed by his own stamina, he rocked his hips, shifting within William's now slick passage. His body moved of its own accord, pistoning gently back and forth in the softness of their shared bed. William's eyes closed as he wriggled closer into the embrace, baring his neck to Angelus. "Do it again."
"What?"
"Do whatever that was again. Cor, Angelus, your prick is goin' to be the death of me….. Harder, that's it. Fuck me harder." William pushed back, embedding the fully erect cock further into him. A low rumbling issued from Angelus as he dipped his head to William's neck. His fangs again pierced the taut skin and blood flowed into him. He was cautious not to drain him, just enough to fuel their mutual enjoyment. Angelus found he wasn't ready to forgo the pleasure of William's warm body and decided he could wait before turning the boy.
William was hard again, he encircled his erection with his own hand, gently buffing the head at the end of each stroke. Angelus trailed his fingers over his thigh, lifting Will's leg over his own to gain a deeper angle of penetration.
Despite William's earlier plea, this coupling was more subdued, tender and unrushed. The vampire's heart was full of gentle affection for his young charge, he knew he had found a treasure that night. When they reached orgasm again, it was together and they drifted into sleep, still conjoined.
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That night flowed into years of contentment, most nights spent tangled in each other's arms. Angelus finally confessed the truth of his condition and was astonished to find that William calmly accepted it. The boy raised a sardonic brow while commenting he had seen stranger things in his life. London was crawling with the oddest creatures at night…
One evening, they were finishing a game of chess, when William sighed deeply. Angelus raised his eyes from his contemplation of the board to meet his lover's serious gaze. "What is it, Will?"
"Tonight's the night, Angelus."
"What night do you mean?" He tented his fingers in front of his face and studied the young man's expression. He was startled to realize that William was no longer a teenaged boy but had grown into a well-formed young man. Where had the time gone?
"Angelus, don't play dumb wi' me. You know what I mean." William stood and walked over to the fireplace, staring into the flames. Angelus followed, placing his lips against the nape of his neck while threading his fingers through his lover's hair. "I'm not getting' any younger 'ere. I'm not sixteen anymore, I'm twenty-five, almost the age you were when Darla turned you."
"Do you want me to take you from the light, William? Are you so eager for an eternity of darkness?" His words were somber, but his heart was singing. William was right, it was time.
William turned abruptly, caught Angelus' face between his hands and placed a brutally thorough kiss on his mouth. "Aye, if it means an eternity spent with you, then I'm ready…. Don't deny me this."
"As if I could deny you anything. I just want to make sure that you were certain of your choice. Are you so willing to embrace a demon?"
"I've been doin' that for years, mate." They both laughed at his joke. "Never been more certain in my life. Or should that be unlife?"
"You know it will kill your body and you will be changed forever. Your soul will be gone, Will, along with all its human frailties."
"Never had much use for my soul, Angelus. And as far as life is concerned….Life before you was hard, I lied, I stole, I dropped my drawers for blokes that made my skin crawl, I killed more times than you can imagine just to stay alive…..." William's voice dropped and he looked away into the distance.
Angelus laid his hand along William's chin and turned him back until their eyes met. His tone was deadly serious. "You will be killing again when you feed."
"Cor, Angelus, don't use that line on me. I know that vampires kill, I also know they don't have to. Look at us, you've been feeding off me for how many years? My heart still beats, mate." He kissed Angelus briefly, running his tongue along the sensual curve of his bottom lip. "I also know you don't kill any of the women who visit here on almost a daily basis. You shag them, you taste them and send them home with a delirious memory."
"That I do. Killing draws too much attention. It doesn't allow you to stay anywhere for too long. And we have been happy here, haven't we, Will?"
"Insanely happy…. Angelus, I don't want to go back to my old life, I wouldn't last a week now…and I don't want you to have to watch me grow older day by day. " His arms tightened around Angelus' waist as he stared into his deep chocolate eyes. "Spare me that, Angelus and spare yourself."
"Gladly, Will!" Angelus swept him up into his arms, carrying him bodily to the bed and tossed him onto it. "Clothes off…NOW!"
He obeyed hastily, stripping off the rich fabrics, baring his body to his demon lover. Angelus was struck by the perfection of his matured beauty. William was right, he had grown into a stunning young man and it was time to seal that exquisiteness forever. Angelus stripped off his own clothing before stalking over to the bed, shifting seamlessly into a hunter's mode. Here was his prey for the evening, sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting with shining eyes and parted lips.
William reached for him, wrapping his fingers around his lover's already erect penis, guiding it into the warmth of his mouth. Angelus had patiently taught him how to relax his throat so he could swallow his entire length; he made good use of those lessons. His nose tickled the coarse hair at the base of the shaft; he fondled the heavy balls and slid one moistened finger into the vampire's tight hole. Angelus growled, grabbed the back of his neck and thrust deeper into his mouth. William took shallow breaths through his nose, bending in earnest to his task.
Soon Angelus was roaring his release, shooting jets of cool semen down William's throat. He swallowed every drop, taking time to patiently clean the entire length and breadth of Angelus' cock before letting it slip from his lips. His own erection was aching, he breathed a deep sigh of relief when Angelus dropped to his knees and engulfed him, returning the oral favor.
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They were spooned together on the bed, basking in the afterglow. As usual, Angelus was behind William, playing with his hair and trailing his fingers across the warm skin of his neck. His voice was low and soft. "Are you sure you want this, Will?"
"Simple, you're the angel that rescued me from the slums…" He rolled onto his back, his expression solemn. "And now you're the Angel of Death, coming to take me to the other side….. Cor, I sound like one of those awful books you read." His smile was brilliant in the darkened room. Sighing dramatically, he spread his arms wide and spoke again in a high-pitched falsetto. "Come to me, my dark angel. Spread your wings and take me."
Angelus snorted. "You sound just like…"
"The Duchess of Marlborough…. I know, I was listening at the door. I don't understand why you tolerate that bloody woman."
"Because she has the sweetest tasting quim in all of London, of course. And her blood has the most delicate flavor, like the taste of honey on a warm summer's day." Angelus licked his lips, savoring the taste through memory. "I just wish I could shut her up."
"You've got the equipment, mate. Just take that horse dick of yours and shove it down her throat." William's tone was serious but when Angelus gaped at him in astonishment, he started to laugh. It was a deep belly laugh that brought tears to his eyes as he pictured the snobbish Duchess on her knees with Angelus' huge cock buried in her mouth. What a comeuppance that would be for the snootiest woman in all of England.
Angelus lifted one corner of his mouth in a sardonic smile and sighed. "Tried that…. Still didn't stop her." They both laughed long and hard as the images passed through both their minds, William's from his imagination and Angelus from his own memory.
Eventually they sobered and quietly regarded one another. William lifted his chin, set his lips in a firm line and nodded to his lover. "'Tis time now."
"Aye, William. 'Tis time…." He lowered his mouth to William's neck but stopped before touching his skin. He lifted his head, tilted it to the side and looked down into the young man's blue eyes. "Will, would you mind if I was inside you?"
"Mind? Would I mind if I died with that great big prick of yours buried in me to the hilt?… Fuck, Angelus, I dream of it every night." He grasped the broad shoulders looming above him. "Only, please do it facing me. I want your bleedin' angelic face to be the last thing I see."
No further pleading was necessary. Angelus knelt between William's widespread legs, placing one of the many bed pillows under his lean hips to gain a better angle. He covered his cock with some ointment from the night table and slid two coated fingers into William's still tight passage. It amazed him how the young man had remained so firm over the years, despite his being pounded into the mattress almost nightly. Now he was destined to remain this way, forever.
William raised his legs, hooking his knees over Angelus' shoulders to ease his entrance. Their eyes locked, somber brown to dancing blue as the tip of the vampire's cool shaft slid inside. Their gaze never strayed, not until Angelus was fully seated, his balls resting against the curve of William's buttocks. William's eyes closed then of his own accord as he met each thrust with one of his own. He moaned when a cool hand reached between their bodies to grip his own aching penis and he felt the beginnings of his orgasm rush through his body.
His eyes opened and he gasped. "Now, Angelus, now!"
His lover complied, face contorting into the demon's visage, fangs sharp and ready. He pulled William's head to the side, licked the warm flesh then sank his fangs into the pliantly offered throat. The blood flowed into his mouth in torrents, drowning him in the sensation of William's climax and the completeness of his love for him. He felt the warmth of William's semen spreading across his belly and found his own release soon after, filling his lover with his cold dead seed.
William's breathing slowed, the blood no longer pumped wildly but trickled from the bite when Angelus lifted his head. There was a gentle smile on the young man's lips as he watched his lover slice a deep wound across his own chest with his fingernail. He lifted William's head and quietly bade him, "Drink, William….. Drink and be reborn."
He sucked listlessly at the wound as his life ebbed away. Angelus' blood was potent, it burned his mouth and seared a path to his stomach. It was more fiery than the best brandy he had ever tasted. It stole the breath from his lungs and stilled the fluttering beat of his heart. As his sight dimmed, he heard Angelus' soft promise. "I'll be here when you wake, Will. I won't let you go, won't let you be buried…. I love you, sweet William." The vampire's cool mouth took the very last of his breath with a kiss.
Then there was only darkness and silence.
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When William woke, he was aware of only two things. He was hungry, ravenous, so empty he could barely think. And he was in Angelus' arms, held tightly against the broad expanse of his chest; hard cock nestled between the cheeks of his ass. His sire was cradling him as the demon within him was born.
In his lover's embrace, William found knowledge. He knew who he had been, knew what he had become and knew he was utterly devoted to the vampire whose large body was enfolded around his own. He loved Angelus without question, loved him without thought. His sire was in his blood and in his bone, he would follow him to the ends of the earth. And above all things, William knew he was loved in return.
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Spike closed his eyes as he realized he couldn't do it. He couldn't stake his sire. Regardless of Angelus' abandonment, his seduction of Dru, his lust for the Slayer of all things and despite the entire myriad of other injuries Angelus had heaped on him over the centuries, he couldn't do it.
His sire was safe from him because for one moment in their eternal existence, Angelus had loved him. Angelus loved William like no other, not even his own mate Druscilla.
His sire hadn't forced the demon on him as Darla had done to him years before. He was reluctant to end William's mortal life and had only done so at his own insistence. Angelus held him in his arms for three long days at the time of his turning, not allowing anyone to touch either of them as he carefully chose the demon to inhabit his childe's body. That loving care had allowed him to retain much more of his old personality, to retain parts of his humanity, to remain William……..
Angelus trained him to hunt and taught him how to hide his demon's face so he could move within the bosom of human society. He became all things to William: father, brother-in-arms, companion, mentor, friend and most especially…. lover.
When the blasted Watcher's Council discovered their home in London and burned them out, Angelus shielded William from the flames with his own body and led him through the catacombs to safety. In Paris, a Slayer attacked them in an alley. Angelus spun William out of the way, taking a crossbow bolt in the chest, perilously close to his heart. He fell to his knees, gasping from the pain as the girl rushed at him with a stake. Snarling his defiance, William leapt on her and tore her throat out. This was his first kill and it had been a Slayer.
Angelus accepted the offering of the girl's body, draining the corpse of all its rich blood before William pulled the offending bolt out of his chest. Together they took down the Watcher, one on either side of the gibbering man's neck as he prayed to his God for deliverance.
After that night in the alley, Angelus changed. No longer was he the worldly seducer of women, taking only the amount of blood he needed to survive and leaving his lovers with a hazy memory of heavenly bliss. He became a heartless killer with a passion for every form of torture. He cut a swath of destruction through the capitals of Europe a mile wide and thusly drew the undivided attention of the Watcher's Council.
They sent Slayer after Slayer, an action which served his own desires. He would wait for them and if they did not come, he hunted them down. Angelus would overpower the Watcher, chain him to a wall and make him watch as he took their girls apart. First with his fists, then his cock and finally his fangs. They died screaming, always screaming.
Some of the watchers he would kill but only the ones who refused to break. The broken ones he would return to the Council, making sure they were delivered with the bodies of their charges. The Council pinned names on him. They called him "The One with the Angelic Face" and "The Scourge of Europe" as he killed each and every one of the hapless girls they pitted against him. William grew bored after the first dozen and lost count after the second.
Darla returned from a sojourn in the Orient with the Master and the reign of terror spread even further. William himself developed a fondness for railroad spikes and earned his own labels. He became known as William the Bloody or Spike, amusing his sire to no end as his own reputation grew.
Angelus flaunted his hatred of God by attacking the clergy for decades. He would sometime take out entire congregations, draining the priests at their prayers, killing their flock of parishioners one by one and finishing by raping the altar boys for dessert.
One evening while he was feeding from a parish priest in the confessional booth, a young girl came for to confess her sins and receive absolution. Angelus listened to her tales of visions and decided in an instant that her purity was a personal affront to him. He was determined to break her as he had broken so many before.
He set upon a course to drive the girl insane, killing her pets and then her neighbors while she watched. Whenever she ventured out of the house, he would stalk her and upon catching her, force her to fellate him regardless of where they might be. He sodomized her in front of her own family before killing them. She turned to the church for sanctuary, seeking protection from the demon who tormented her nightly.
On the evening she took the veil and became a bride of Christ, he turned her. Angelus killed all the nuns around her and threw her down onto the snowy expanse of the altar. There he took the last vestiges of her virginity as well as her life. When she awoke days later, she was sandwiched between the bodies of Angelus and Spike. Her eyes opened slowly, glittering with utter madness and William loved her instantly. She was his Druscilla, his wicked girl…. Angelus might have been sired her but as far as William was concerned, she belonged to him.
*****
They parted in Athens, Druscilla wanted to visit Spain but Darla had her un-beating heart set on Romania. She had read Stoker's "Dracula" that year and developed a taste for Slavic blood. Angelus kissed Druscilla roughly, amused by her fluttering excitement and turned to William with a slow smile. The kiss he gave him was long, deep and filled with stormy promise. He whispered against William's parted lips. "Rome… Christmas."
And then he was gone.
Gone for over a hundred years. William waited for him in Rome, waited through Christmas, several Christmases in fact. Druscilla pined for her Daddy, her Angel. The few times he saw Darla she was silent about him. She never allowed his name to be mentioned in her presence and would not say a single word about what happened to him. Finally, William decided he had been dusted. He mourned his loss and eventually took Druscilla as his mate.
It shook him to the core when he met Angelus in a school hallway in Sunnydale, California of all places. But the vampire he met in that hallway was not his sire. There was a cloud of guilt and remorse so deeply ingrained in him that it oozed out of his skin. His sire had regained his soul and because of it, was just as lost to them as if he had been dusted a century ago.
He was the lapdog of the tiny blonde Slayer who lived in that god-awful town, the girl who guarded the Hell-mouth. Angelus had changed his name to Angel, had human friends and lived among them as if he himself were one of them. He committed the two most heinous acts against vampire society. Angel dusted his own sire and had fallen in love with the Slayer, the Slayer. He was unnatural, an abomination and Spike knew he had to kill him.
But he could not do it. Angel wore his sire's face, moved with his mentor's grace and spoke with his lover's voice. He could not stake him any more than the Slayer could once he lost his soul. The restored Angelus killed her friends, tormented her endlessly and she could not bring herself to drive a shaft of wood through his heart and send him into dust.
Spike admired the girl's guts because in the end, she was able to do what he was not. She chose for the world instead of her lover when Angelus woke the demon Acathla in the very room where they now stood. Buffy raised her sword and was poised to decapitate him just before the little redheaded witch's spell took effect and his soul was returned. Damn shame it was too late.
Acathla was awake and only Angel's blood could seal the gate.
So she told her only love to close his eyes, kissed him once then drove a sword through his belly. Angel, not just Angelus was sucked into Hell and the gate was sealed.
*You've got to respect the girl,* Spike mused silently *I'd never have done it. I'd never been able to send my Princess to Hell. I couldn't do it any more than I can stake him now.* He slid the stake back into his duster, lit another cigarette and leaned against the mantel next to Angel.
Angel had been aware of the stake being held aloft by his childe. He was not worried, he had always been stronger and faster than Spike. So he waited with silent curiosity, waited to see which choice Spike would make. He needed to know if he could trust him to watch his back. Admittedly, Spike's track record in the last few years had not been that good.
When he heard the creak of leather as Spike put the stake down, he knew his patience had been rewarded. Angelus' beloved William had made a choice, his childe could now be trusted implicitly and in that moment Angel vowed to himself he would find a way to restore Druscilla to him.
They stood in companionable silence, watching the fire as the sun rose.
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