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Angel brushes a grimy finger across the paper, smudging the shadow of Penn's hair along the temple of the well-remembered face he is drawing. From memory. Memories. Surfacing around him in this office like ghosts. His Childe, almost there on the paper, eyes smoldering up at him. Eyes that still grip him in his dreams, now invading his waking thoughts. This is not the same face he drew for Detective Kate Lockley. That was just a quick sketch, a glimpse of what once was. This one, he takes time with, letting his heart guide his hand, and this is his Penn, smoky eyes and full lips, just that touch of anger and arrogance that belied the tender passion that consumed his boy. Angel wonders about his recent dreams of Penn.

Does he know his blood calls out to me? Is he reminding me of how we came together? Will he believe that I am no longer who I was - that I can no longer join in the hunt, that I won't let him kill in my town? The killings that Detective Kate Lockley is investigating are as familiar to me as they are horrific and alien to her. The age, the sex, the appearance.the mark carved lovingly on the corpses dead cheeks. All a dance I know so well, that I once excelled at. I may as well have killed the victims myself, since I created the tool that has done it. Created. Educated. Loved. Penn.strongest of my childer. Does he know I am pulled to him, as I ever was? That I will find him.let myself be bait to lure him close enough to.Why couldn't you stay in the past, Penn?

The demon inside him howls at this injustice - clamoring for the memories, screaming for the blood of his Childe he knows is so near. "No!" Angel says to the empty room. "The past is what I atone for.it can't be repeated - I will not allow it!" Strong words to convince himself of his control. He gets up from his desk, moving to the dark streets outside. He sniffs the night air, willing himself to relax.to feel what he feels in his dreams - but to control it. Inside his head, he sees a young boy, standing outside a seedy liquor store, and the boy is being watched. hunted. Angel lifts his head and hurries towards his own prey.

The kid isn't having too much luck tonight, everyone is looking at him with cold suspicion. 'Shit!' he thinks, 'It's just some beer.tight-asses!' Then he senses someone looking at him and turns into the intent stare of another young man, can't be much older than himself, "Hey dude, you old enough to buy beer?" The stranger smiles at him like he knows him, "Does it matter? I've got an I.D. that says I am." The boy grins at him, "All right! Here's ten bucks.see what you can score for me." The other guy just shakes his head, "You won't get much for that. There's a discount place around the corner. Fix you right up.come on." 'Fine, a partner in crime', the boy thinks and follows his new friend down the street, finally pausing when they have turned down a dark passage between two darkened buildings. "Hey, man, you sure about this? I don't think there is any "discount" liquor store over here" he begins nervously. He suddenly realizes his 'friend' is a good deal larger than him, and is blocking the exit back to the comforting lights and sounds of the street, "You remind me very much of a brother I once had." The smile on the larger man's face turns up cruelly at the edges. The boy is beginning to shake, "Yeah? Whatever. I think we're going nowhere here." He moves to dart past the threatening figure, but is caught in a steel embrace, as cold lips murmur against his ear, "Good point. Best stay here."

Further movement is stopped by the searing brightness of police flood-lights pulling into the alley. Penn growls in annoyance, pushing the shivering human from him, gathers his considerable strength, and leaps up to crash through the upper floor window of one of the abandoned buildings. He brushes the glass off himself angrily as he makes his way down a dusty metal staircase. He pushes his way past a broken door on the next landing, finding himself face to face with a scared and angry looking woman pointing a gun at his chest, "Don't move!" she says evenly to him. He smiles at her and continues moving forward, the evening seems to be turning out to not be a total loss. The woman takes a deep breath as she fires three times squarely into his torso. Stunned for a moment, the vampire falls to the ground. Dimly aware that the woman is making a move for her walkie-talkie, he reaches up and grabs her arm, "Ow." He says pointedly, smiling grimly at her look of disbelief. Before either of them can react further, another man drops down catlike behind Penn. Furious, Penn strikes the woman knocking her to the ground as turns on the intruder and then freezes. Recognition and joy spreading across his features he rushes forward, gathering the larger man in a smothering embrace, "Angelus! Gods! How I've missed you - I thought perhaps you were dead.but I heard rumours. And here you are!" He pulls away from the embrace, still holding the other man, "We were supposed to meet in Italy.I waited for you until the 19th Century. What the hell happened to you, Sire?"

Angel stands stunned. Penn.holding him.talking to him as though no time had passed.it is so tempting to hold him back, to pull that mouth to his again.No! Those were the demon's desires, not his. Not his. "I got held up in Romania." He answers his Childe tersely. Penn senses something is seriously wrong and pulls back, stepping away and asks cautiously, "Romania? What was in Romania that would keep you from me? Keep my family from me?" Angel growls, "You won't understand this, Penn.but try. I have a soul. I'm not Angelus anymore, I'm just Angel. I don't kill humans, I help them. I keep demons like you from hurting them."

Penn continues to back away, the darker man's words cutting into him, his brain fighting against what his Sire is saying, "No! This isn't possible! You've turned on your own kind?!" Angel cringes at the pain evident in his Childe's voice, "I'm sorry, Penn. You can't stay here - leave this country.leave this continent. If you stay I'll have to.kill you." Anger surfaces in the grey eyes boring into Angel, "KILL ME? You'd destroy your own Childer???!!! Over what? One of these?" he leans down and grabs Kate's moaning body by her hair, jerking her upright. Angel steps forward, stopped by the sudden appearance of Penn's fangs hovering over the petrified woman's jugular. The demon sneers at him, "This is what we are, Angelus! You can't stop this.no matter what's happened to you. It's what we always have been. Come.drink with me, Sire. Smell that fear - it makes the blood sweeter." He looks lovingly into Kate's wide-eyed gaze, "You know who taught me that?" his victim shudders.

Angel's hands are balled into fists of concentration as he battles his demon, ridges appearing and disappearing across his features. The voice calls to his hunger, "Angelus.remember. The nights we'd spend hunting a beauty such as this." Arms cruelly twist Kate's arm back, forcing a cry of pain from her lips as she stares in stark terror at Angel, "Her blood calls you.my blood calls you. We're family!" Angel replies stiffly, "People change. This has to end, Penn." He is startled by the poison in Penn's response, "WE'RE. NOT. PEOPLE! And no, this doesn't end because you say so. No, Angelus. It doesn't end. It never, ever ends. It just goes on and on - " With a single move, he throws the woman's body up, thrusting her sprawled form against Angel. The larger man, catches her gently her struggling frame, trying to calm her, speaking her name, "Kate.Kate - I need you to be calm." Fury mounting, Penn strides towards the two, "You know its' name? Gods, you sicken me! You are an ABOMINATION!" he is screaming these last words as he sinks the blade that has suddenly appeared in his hand into the woman's abdomen. Angel gasps in horror as his hands are covered in the font of blood gushing from Kate, following her body as it slips to the floor. He flinches as he looks up and sees the look of utter disgust in Childe's eyes. "Leave." He whispers. Penn whirls and abandons his Sire without looking backward.

How had such a thing come to pass? The creature he admired most in this world, the man after whom he had molded himself, now perverted into such a cringing mass of morality. The one father who had never rejected him, who had celebrated his every kill, every victory with him, had become this abomination calling itself, 'Angel', cowering amongst the humans, and threatening to kill his own Childe!. This monster incomprehensibly beating his breast over guilt he had no right to feel, gods! Angelus had become what he had rescued Penn from over 200 years ago! And he remembered that part of his humanity with such revulsion. Penn, the upstanding son of a Puritan minister. The minister who had stayed behind in England to tend the flock who would not or could not immigrate to the New World. Penn had been the dutiful son, aiding his father, following his teachings, bearing his beatings. All for the good of his soul. He spat out the bile that word produced in his mouth. Soul. His soul had brought him nothing but pain, nothing but self-loathing. The soul was God's curse, God's big joke on humanity. He gave humans all these fierce desires and cravings, then afflicted them with the inability to enjoy the fulfillment of those desires. And what had the addition of a soul brought Angel? Misery, as far as Penn could tell from the desire warring with control on his Sire's features. Gods! Not his Sire.some pitiful creature with his skin! The demon was still there though.trapped underneath the prison of the soul - of that he was sure. And that he was familiar with. He can still remember the shame his own dark human desires had worked on him. The way his breath would quicken watching one of his father's workmen; barebacked, tanned muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat. Remember his father catching him staring at a particular dark haired brute. Remembered the beating he had received, thinking he deserved it. Praying to God, that the blows raining down on his naked skin could drive this demonic lust from him. They didn't. He had just learned to be more covert, to hide his disgraceful craving, and berate himself privately for it. Every night he prayed to be saved. Saved from the life his father was preparing him for. Saved from the unattainable, degrading images of himself with other men. And for once.his prayers had been answered. But not by his father's God, no, by something much more powerful.much more real, and far more tangible. Angelus.

Angelus had beckoned to him from the darkest corners of his mind, and had showed him the path to enlightenment. There were still lessons to be learned, and his new Sire was not a gentle teacher, but each lesson made him stronger. Angelus had opened a new world to him, given him everything he desired and more. He had given him William. Will.Angelus' favored Childe. A position Penn never resented, knowing his own hold he had on their Sire's heart. No, Will was Penn's favorite as well. His willing partner in escapades that left them bloody and laughing. His enthusiastic lover through long days and nights. His little brother, his Pup. Back then they had been inseparable, Gem and Pup - Angelus' pet names for them that they took as their own monikers when alone together. "Gem?" he'd hear the honey voice of his lad, "Gem - let's get out of here - let's sneak off and kill a dragon or two, shall we?"

Penn sighed, thinking of the scrapes, adventures and all out brawls they'd gotten into together. He missed his Will with a palpable ache, he missed his whole family. He had to find his brother. Even in Angelus' current condition he couldn't imagine Will being too far away, with their Dark Princess at his side. Just as their Sire had created Penn to be an equal, a Master who would leave and found his own line of the blood of Aurelius, William had been turned with the intent to keep him always near Angelus. Not weaker, just completely imprinted on his Sire. Knowing his Pup was well-loved and would always be safe at Angelus' side made leaving his family a little less painful. And he had felt his trust was well-placed when news had reached him of Will's destruction of a Slayer.

The news had traveled fast, and no doubt lost nothing in the retelling. Tales of a wild young vampire walking calmly through the streets of Beijing while the chaos of the Boxer Rebellion surged around him. He'd been covered in the Slayer's blood the storytellers said, his arm wrapped around a brunette beauty while Angelus and Darla looked on. But now he looked at the story in a new light. The bastard must have had his soul by then and, and must have been incapable of giving his Will the warrior's welcome he had deserved. The villain had probably lectured the boy!

Penn had to find him, he needed to know his brother was still safe, still the brash young thing he had always been. But where to start? He had stumbled across Angel here in Los Angeles, what would draw his boy's interest that would still keep him nearby? He laughed out loud at the simplicity of it. Where would the little Holy Terror be on this miserable continent? He would be at the center of fury and action.the Hellmouth.

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Part 2:

'I don't want to exist this way' His mantra, turning round and round in his head. 'This is wrong, bloody wrong! I want out!' The blonde continues pacing around the crypt, the only sounds are his footsteps falling on the cement floor. 'Look what they've done to me! I'm nothing but a caged animal now!' No words escape his lips, but it's obvious to see the internal battle raging inside. 'I'm alone. I'm alone. So bloody alone! Nobody will care if I'm not here. That shouldn't matter. No. they don't care, I don't care. This shouldn't matter. Nobody will remember me. Not a soddin' soul. AN' I DON'T BLOODY WELL GIVE A FUCK!' His fist falls hard on the wooden crate containing his meager belongings, splintering under the blow. 'That's it. Know what to do... I take this bloody board, an' shove it in me own 'eart. It's all over. So bloody shattered.' Picking up the broken pine slat, he places it to the wall, leaning his chest flush against it. "YOU WIN WANKERS!!! BIG BAD IS GOIN' DOWN, Just like you wanted." Pitching forward and closing his eyes.

"WILLIAM! STOP! What's happened?! STOP NOW!" Spike spins on his heels to face the familiar voice screeching at him from the entrance. "Penn?" his voice hoarse, his crystal blue eyes meet with deep stormy grey. In an instant Penn is at his side, carefully removing the wood from the blonde's hand and dropping it to the floor. His fingers lace between Spikes "Why are you doing this, boy? Never scare me like this again! I wouldn't know how to grieve your loss." The comforting words falling from Penn's lips wash over the blonde. "Shhh, now. I'm here. Whatever it is, you're safe with me, I'll watch over you." Overcome with conflicting emotions, Spike buries his head in Penn's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. "Don't... leave... me..." his choked sobs carve excruciating coils through Penn's chest. "My boy! Who's done this to you?! I'll bathe you in their blood!" A menacing growl reverberates through him "Drink, William. Drink from me. You'll be strong again." Nuzzling closer against Penn's neck, Spikes fangs emerge, his lips trail along the well muscled shoulder line, tongue flicking out, remembering, tasting the familiar essence of his mate, his friend, his brother, his lover, his teacher, his protector. "You're real." It was almost a question. Spike's hands clutch at the consoling form of his guardian, the soft sweater wrinkling between his fingers. "Shh now, drink darling boy. You're under my care." Penn's eyes shut slightly as the sting of ivory slices into his neck, feels his boy take from him, sucking in great mouthfuls of restorative blood. He can hear the rumblings of Spike's stomach as the liquid fills the emptiness, muscles spasm in protest over the much-needed intrusion. "Hollow! You're hollow. My boy." Not able to conceal the anguish in his voice, he bites down against his bottom lip. His hands trail predatorily over Spike's emaciated form. Fingers sliding beneath the flimsy T-shirt, gently gliding over each bump of the blonde's spine, caressing the protruding rib cage and ending against the nape of his neck.

His intimate inspection revealed the months of torment, suffering and starvation that his beautiful boy had gone through.alone. The draining slows to a listless pulling at the exposed wound. Suddenly, Spike withdraws from the embrace, wiping at the tears that were collecting on his cheeks, and turns away from Penn. ashamed. "I - I'm. I'm sorry. You shouldn't be here. Shit. What the bloody hell am I doing? Y - you shouldn't have seen that." Penn closes the distance between them quickly, placing strong hands on Spike's shoulders, pressing deeply into the tense muscles. The blonde reluctantly leans back into the attentive fingers, slumping his shoulders, defeated. Leaning forward, Penn moves his lips to Spike's ear, "Pup." He feels the trembling beneath his hands as the smaller mans body shakes with sobs. Pulling the blonde into a shielding embrace, "Why have you been denying yourself comfort, Pup?" "S'not like I 'ad a choice, Gem." "Then what? Where's our Princess? Who's been caring for you?" A long silence follows, the blonde's eyes shut tightly as he tries to collect himself. "Nobody. Dru's gone. Left me. Sire's a fat arsed pillock who works on the side of the White Hats now - oh yeah, and Darla." The lump in his throat threatening to strangle him, he presses on "Gone. Sire of our Sire, dust by His own hand." A low growl begins to echo through the tomb, growing slowly in volume and intensity, rising to a deafening crescendo. The demonic planes of Penn's forehead erupt into sharp creases, eyes glowing in an ominous yellow, "NO! I'm gone for a moment, and He lets everything fall to pieces?!" "Yeah, Gem.S'been the dogs ballocks 'round 'ere." Teeth gritted together, a hiss falls from the sable haired demons lips "He will PAY!" "No point in it, really. Wanker's gone an' got 'imself a soul. Doin' penance for all 'is sins now." "Sins?? Sins?? I'll give him Sins to atone for!" Spike breaks away from the embrace, stepping out and turning to face Penn "Gem. you'll only get 'urt. Just leave it out. Let it go. S'not like 'e'd understand any of it, anyway." "How could he, Pup? How could he not care for you? Ceisd mo chridhe!!!!" The blonde demon slumps to the floor, pulling his knees up and covering his face with his hands "Not anymore, Gem. Not of his heart. Not anymore." Wasting no time, Penn kneels next to the form of his boy, "Ceisd mo chridhe. Of MY heart, Pup. You've got me, always will." Spike's head tilts upwards, finally taking in Penn's flawless features.

Those eyes, so comforting. How many times had he snuck into Penn's room after a long night of schooling at Angelus' hands? Large and grey, always inviting him in. Long nights spent exploring the infinite pleasures lying within the others body. Thrusting, caressing, pressing, pulling and driving one another over the edge, time and time again. Bodies curling around each other in an eternal embrace, Sire allowing them the time they needed. Understanding the bond they were creating. When Angelus would join them, it only served to intensify and heighten their connections. Brown and Grey would glisten with pride as they watched their beautiful boy work them into oblivion. Penn revels in his own memories of their nights together. Of the night they found him, or rather. he found them.

It had been several long winters, Penn had learned much and was ready to venture out on his own. A Master of Angelus' own creation. He'd made a name for himself. Particularly vicious and exacting kills had become legend. Angelus knew Penn was feeling restless and needed to be granted his release. but how was he to replace his most skilled student? He loved him passionately, and was loved equally in return. It was widely known that there were times Angelus would take comfort in Penn. Penn had been an expert lover, his touch was wholly erotic and infinitely gratifying. He was a confidante, a friend, a companion - not the Childe most Masters would have desired. He was almost. almost an equal. Both Vampires knew that theirs was a rare coupling, though neither of them would have it any other way. This precedent, however, is what proved to be most difficult in their attempt to part ways. After lengthy discussions, it was decided that they would select a 'replacement' together. And so they set off to find a suitable companion to accompany Angelus on his journeys.

The two Vampires walked side by side down the lamp lit lane, heading for the local pub for a drink. Such a vision they must have been! Two exceptionally attractive, well dressed men, with commanding demeanors striding confidently along the path. It was as they rounded the corner that a young slender man with a mop of sable curls tumbled into them.

"Pardon. Beg Pardon, Sirs. My apologies." Penn exchanged an amused glance with Angelus. "No harm done, lad. What be yer name?" The darker man queried. Accepting the offered hand of Penn, the young man pulled himself from the ground and attempted a clumsy recovery. "S'William. Once again, my apologies." "Well William, No apologies needed. Judgin' by your attire, I'd say it looks like ya need a lil' hair o' th' dog to warm yer bones. Join us at the tavern?" "Oh. the pub. Right, was headin there m'self." "Really now? Yer headin' the wrong way, then." The charming younger man mused. "Well. er. 'was' headin' there, b'fore I discovered I wasn't carryin' m'dosh." "No problem in that, ye'll have a nip on us, an' be off an' about afore ya' know it." The darker man pressed. "Right then, never accuse me o' lookin' down me nose at an offer such as that!" The three men shared chuckles and headed, once again, towards the pub. Once they entered and claimed their seats, William divested himself of his heavy overcoat, revealing his hard and lean form beneath the tailored garments. But it was when he looked up at them that they noticed the brilliant blue eyes sparkling beneath thick lashes. "Och, aye - but yer do 'ave yerself a pair o' azure lures." Angelus commented. A pink blush stained the young mans cheeks. "Thank you." He managed. "Tis merely a truth, lad." Penn smirked inwardly, knowing Angelus could charm the trousers off of the most conservative of men. He was living. er. unliving proof of that. "It dawns on me, I 'aven't even asked your names." "I'm Angelus, an' this would be Penn." Offering his hand to the young man, Penn stated simply "A pleasure to make your acquaintance." "Pleasure's mine." William blurted out, a little too excitedly, before he could stop himself. Penn flashed a seductive smile, causing the young man to redden further. The tension faded quickly as their drinks arrived and the vampires regaled the youth with stories of their travels, omitting, of course, the savage killings along the way. He sat raptly, entranced by the stories of their exotic exploits. The two men were equally enchanted by his reactions, delighting at every opportunity to make the boy blush. He was so hungry for adventure, and knowledge and passion. His eyes shone and sparkled as he hung on their every word. Lest they underestimate him, he offered the occasional bashful witticism, eventually relaxing enough to lend a few stories of his own. Though the tales were tame by comparison, they still held their own humor. By the close of the evening, the three men were thick as thieves, laughing, drinking and harassing the young women who couldn't resist approaching them. "I tink dat lass 'as a ting fer ye, lad." Angelus slurred, leering at the sable haired boy. "I think that lass doesn't understand that I'm already accompanied." A wicked smile played at Williams' lips, and was returned by a broad grin placed firmly on the face of the darker man. "I'll jes get us another go 'round, then. Be right back!" William drawled, feeling rather bold by the drink. He sauntered off, very aware of two pairs of eyes staring lasciviously after him. "T'wouldn't be an arduous task to fall for that one." Penn muttered to Angelus. "Na, t'wouldn't at'all." When the three men finished their drinks, they staggered out of the bar, arms wrapped around each others' shoulders, singing. or drunkenly slurring, quite loudly. when William chimed in "Where we headed, lads?" "I t'ought we'd take ye ta our place, an show ye how 'accompanied' ye were this eve." William tried to conceal his bashful smile, it was obvious he hadn't any experience in pleasuring men. Not that he didn't want to, the thought had always crept into his fantasies, but the fact remained, he'd never acted on that impulse. "Don't be nervous, William." Penn began "Nothin' will be done t'you that you don't want." A simple nod of the youths' head confirmed that he was willing.

Upon arriving at the flat, the boy was led directly into the bedroom by two pairs of hands. He barely had time to register what was happening when he felt Angelus press up against his back. His body tensed with anticipation, the dark demon began trailing soft kisses along his neck, his hands moving around his waist to unbutton his shirt. Penn stood by, watching the scene play itself out. "I. I've never." William stammered "I know." Angelus replied. "Not to worry, lad. We'll take care of everything." Penn added, knowing the young man was feeling overwhelmingly self-conscious, and also knowing his Sire would do nothing to alleviate that. "Mmm, but you do taste sweet, young one. I believe I could spend an eternity drinkin' from ye." Angelus' words were not lost on Penn, the younger vampire moved quickly in front of William, slipping his arms about him. "William, would ya not like t'live forever?" "Wha.?" The boy's mouth fell open as the twin pinpricks pierced the flesh of his neck. Penn continued speaking smoothly into his ear, and seductively thrusting his hips against the younger mans. William's head was beginning to grow fuzzy, all his physical sensations heightened, the pleasure of feeling his life-blood draining from his wound and the eroticism of the elegant man teasing his cock to life. His last view of the world was Penn's face, lids heavy with arousal, and the concerned eyes of the demon Angelus.

For five years, Penn stayed with the family. Upon Darla's return from holiday with Drusilla, they had fallen into a comfortable routine of hunting, loving and enjoying one another. Angelus hardly left his young William alone for long, but still allowed his coupling with the others, usually when he was involved in some measure. He had known, though, that after the particularly brutal lessons he would give the lad, that the boy would sneak off to seek comfort in his Penn. He could hear the sounds of the lovemaking drifting through the halls at night, and he was pleased. Pleased because he knew Penn would be able to give his favored boy what he could not. He could never allow the boy to better him, could never allow him to complete him. As much as he craved the hard and slick shaft of his new Childe, he was aware that this would only lead to upsetting the order of things. His William was his favored Childe, and that was now painfully obvious to anyone who had eyes, and even some who didn't. This meant that William could never be to him the companion that Penn was. He had a place in his existence throughout eternity, he had bestowed upon him great affection and infinite power. He carried his bloodline, and would be his greatest triumph. He would become a Master, but a Master who would always crave being at his Sire's side. There were nights, however, that Angelus would call Penn to be with him, and he would allow the younger demon to enter him. There was one particular night when Penn questioned him on it.

Lying on his side, Penn cradled behind him, thrusting deeply into the well oiled channel of his Sire. "Penn." "Sire, so good. ahh, so fine. so perfect." "Tell me. tell me what it is to have him inside of you." "Sire. you shouldn't deny him this feeling. Shouldn't deny yourself." "Tell me, Penn. Need to hear." His exquisite thrusts took on a more defined and disciplined stroke "Like this, Sire. his moves are sharp, like this." Angelus closed his eyes, letting the feeling of his eldest sink into him, his muscles clenching around the swollen shaft. "It would give him such pleasure, Sire. He worships you, and if you allow him, he'll worship you still." "Shh, lad. It just can't be. But tonight, you'll do this for me?" "Aye, Sire. I'll take you as he does me." Penn's hand reached around to grip the weeping cock of his Sire, and he began stroking him in time with the sharp angular thrusts. Angelus moaned deeply and thrust back against Penn, feeling his boy stretch him.

Such stark contrast with the usual decadent play that Penn was the Master of. His Penn, his boy, he knew how to give pleasure, how to draw out moments into an eternity that would burn into your mind, leaving you dizzy for days. This was different. So different, he was able to imagine his William. His William thrusting angrily into him, the boy's body slick and wet, stretching him with that beautiful thick cock. "Ahh, Sire, can ya' feel him?" "Aye. I can feel him." The moaning was loud, and rumbled through the room. "Mmm, Sire, when he's inside. it's so sweet. Love. touching. him." The urgent grinding punctuating each word "Childe. childe.so fine." "Sire. so rich between us. Allow yerself the pleasure, Sire. He possesses with every stroke, every movement. ye should feel it." "Ahh, Childe, but I am.I'm feeling all of it. Show me." Penn leans his body back, and pulls his throbbing cock almost completely from his Sire, his fingers move to the pulsating entrance as he begins massaging. Passionately caressing his thickness surrounded by the slick hole, slipping a digit inside and feeling the muscles wrap it tightly in their embrace. "He uses his fingers like this, Sire. Tis' the touch of Heaven, t'be sure." A throaty groan passes from the darker demon's lips. Penn's finger presses in further, caressing own his length and the velvety tissue of his Sire's passage. "Gods Childe! He does 'that'!?" "Aye, but he does, Sire. An when he gets about here" The finger pauses against the swollen gland "He does this." Suddenly Angelus lets out a thundering howl as his Penn crooks the pad of his finger sharply against his Sire's prostate. His body trembling with pleasure as Penn removes his finger and begins pistoning madly in and out of the now ravenous hole. "An' when yer about ready to die in 'is arms, he leans forward, an says 'Come for me, Gem. Spill yourself in my hands, I need to feel your essence slip down my throat, as I lick my fingers clean. like the taste of life, you are.' An' you do. you complete for him. In great pulsing streams, you give yourself entirely in tremors that wrack your very being." With a deep grunt, Angelus lets forth a viscous stream of seed, splashing and smearing against Penn's pounding fist. Penn's hips thrust several more times, "Not done, Sire. Ye should feel when he fills ye with his seed. His back arches, movin' his hips flush against ye. ahh, you'll always finish first, he'll see to that, so you can be mindful enough to feel the rapture of his coolness flooding yer walls. An' when ya do feel it, ye'll complete yerself, yet again" The younger demon continued pistoning sharply, and as soon as Angelus' tunnel ceased to spasm, Penn drew back and flooded him with his own bliss. Angelus' howl rang through the room, shaking the glass and rattling the bedside table, as another powerful orgasm was ripped from his body.

Panting, Penn withdrew his wilting member from his Sire, and lay down beside him, looking deeply into his eyes. "So 'tis like that?" Angelus half breathed, half moaned out. "Aye, Sire. 'Tis." Angelus closed his eyes tightly against the tears that were threatening to break free. Unbeknownst to him, his William sat outside the half cracked door, listening, imagining, eyes shut, bringing himself to his own ending with the images that had burned into his mind as he'd peeked in on the two loves of his existence. Penn smiled towards the door, and William returned the look with longing. He knew his Penn would join him later, and allow him the pleasures of recounting the evening in excruciating detail, and lustful abandon.

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