W~hat time is it? I can't believe I'm here. All morning listening to them. Pup calling out to Gem, the sounds of his quiet words, then kissing and caressing until they fall lazily back into sleep. I'm here, with my boys. I can't close my eyes again. William is waking up, I know that's William. How? How do I know? He belongs to me. Does he still? What time is it? My watch - it's on the nightstand. If I turn, I'll see them. wrapped around eachother, belonging to eachother.

Yes, I'm an asshole. I turn. William is straddling Penn, his head thrown back, his pelvis rocking forward and back, Penn's hand. fuck. Penn has the most beautiful fingers. he's stroking William. I can't see his face; the lamp between us is blocking him. William is close to coming, he won't last long up there - he's going to need to suck on Penn's lips. I think it's an obsession of his, I've always thought so, anyway. It's funny, really. the little terror that he is, he hardly keeps still, but with Penn, I've watched them kiss for hours - what the hell is in his lips that's so interesting to that boy? Granted, they're beautiful, full, all of that, but come on. hours. Then Penn, always indulging my little hyperactive William, I've never seen that boy love anything so fiercely as he does his Pup. There he goes, William is down, he's sucking at Penn's bottom lip. Gods I want to taste them, slip between them and suck them dry, feel Penn. feel William. I'm so hard - I'll just face the wall. Apparently this is them trying to be quiet - yeah, those loud moans, the flesh slapping together, the wetness of their mouths closing around eachother - you're doing a great job, boys - carry on. Where's that pillow? Ahh. they must be done, it's quiet again.~

A sharp knock at the door "Housekeeping."

Angelus calling out "No - the sign on the door - Do Not Disturb."

"You no want I clean room, Senor?"

"No - read the God Damned sign."

"You no want towels?"

"No. No towels, go away."

"You have dirty towels you want give me, Senor?"

"No I don't have any fucking towels - Just let me sleep."

"Okay, if you want towels, you call to office, Senor."

"Okay, Fuck off now."

The squeak from the wheel of the cleaning supply cart moves away from the door. William and Penn both snickering in the bed, "You sure you no want towels, Senor?"

"Fuckin' hilarious, Pup." The pair break into hysterics.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, did you?" Penn's silky voice filling the room.

Angelus turns to face them again, eyeing William, still curled on top of Penn, head on his chest, strong arms wrapped tightly around his waist. "Is there a good side?"

The blonde and brunette look into one another's faces, "Yeah, Mate."

"Ugh. You'll excuse me whilst I go projectile vomit for a bit, right?"

"Angelus."

"Yes, William." "Were you always this big of a prick?"

"Yes William."

"Right then, jes checkin."

Angelus turns away from the pair, and stuffs his head under a pillow.

"Angelus."

"WHAT NOW WILLIAM?"

"Do we have enough towels?"

"Oh fuck off. I'm hungry, can't sleep and you two smell like sex - go shower or something."

"I would, but you sent the towel cow away."

"Rather I go and invite her in, William? I imagine I could have a nice fuck and a meal at the same time."

"Only if ya share. must play nice with the other kiddies, ya know."

"I'm not the other kiddies."

Penn's voice interrupts their banter "Enough. William, go get cleaned up - we need to discuss our next move."

"What next move, Gem?"

"The maggots that cut open my boy, William. Angelus and I have a few issues to discuss with them."

Visibly, Williams' body tenses, his eyes widen as he grinds his teeth together. "No."

Angelus sits up on the bed, jaw clenched, looking, for all the world, like their Sire. "What do you mean 'No' Pup?"

"No. You can't. Don't know what yer up against. Just got both of you back - they'll take you both. both of you. No."

Penn pulls an arm around William's shoulder, as Angelus moves to sit next to them on the bed "Nobody is going to take us from you, Pup. We're here. I'm back - for good. Penn is back - you know he won't let anything touch you. You also know what happens when someone threatens what belongs to us."

William turns his gaze to Penn "He's right, Pup. Nobody touches what's ours. What they did cannot go unpunished."

"You just don't understand what they are." A mere whisper, as he turns his eyes to the floor.

"Then tell us." Angelus' urges him on, concern spreading over his features.

"They hunt us. Know how to stalk and capture. Hunt in bloody packs. Where I was locked up.there was no way out. The food they gave me was drugged. There are hundreds.mebbe thousands of them. And they know all about us!"

A long pause follows, as Angelus and Penn watch him intently. William rises to his feet, faces them, his frustration at being unable to express the magnitude of danger that The Initiative presents causes him to pace. "I am not a child! Don't underestimate what I was.Slayer of Slayers.raised by the Scourge of Europe. And they took me down like a kitten." His pacing stops, he turns to face the pair, without a trace of doubt, he states simply "They'll do the same to you."

Penn's head tilts thoughtfully as he takes in his boy's words, he seems to ponder the gravity of the situation, and quickly dismisses the thought that they might slink off into the night and leave the monsters with impunity. "They took you down because you didn't know about them. We are armed with knowledge. And when it comes down to it..they" A small snarl playing at his lips "are just human."

Mirroring Penn's argument, and solidifying his statement, Angelus finishes his thought "They have to pay, Pup."

William begins pacing again, this time running his hand through his hair, and nervously biting on his lip. His nerves are jangled - it's obvious to see the worry - the pair of eyes watching him. They know him - the wild wicked childe. Right Hand too the Angel of Death, Brother in blood to Penn the Engraver, direct descendant to the Master in the Order of Aurelius. Nothing scares him - Bold, strong, brutal - what are these creatures capable of that they leave William the Bloody crippled and ready to acquiesce to their power?

"No! You don't understand. We have to go before they find you.I can't lose you both again. After I made Angelus leave, I." William abruptly closes his mouth and turns to face the wall.

Angelus rises from the bed, and begins walking towards the shivering blonde. "You didn't make me leave, Pup. T'was the damned gypsy girl I ate.Romany curse...nothing to do with you."

Penn, sensing there is something far deeper than the obvious in William's statement, eyes his boy trembling "Stop, Angelus. Let him speak."

William turns to face Penn, not able to make eye contact with Angelus, "I'm sorry. I wanted to be with you.I think I went a little mad, an I tried ta leave.Didn't get too far.a'course He found me." turns to Angelus "Almost wished ya'd killed me that night.but ya did what ya thought ya had to - I understood that part.but did ya 'ave to do it there? In Penn's room? When y'were done wit' me, ya left me locked in there." Penn's hands are balled into tight fists as he looks incredulously at Angelus, His Sire hanging his head slightly. William continues, unaware of the tension that just passed between the two vampires, his eyes far away. "What ya said.wish ya'd laid the strap to me instead. But ya were right.ya reclaimed me.I was yours.but ya killed somethin' too. After that night.things changed.I changed. An' I wished. I wished that you were dead, that you would go away. that you would leave. An' then, ya did. I'd lost ya both.An it was my fault."

Angelus and Penn sit stunned, Penn's anger forgotten as he watches William sink to the floor. Angelus speaks first, his voice low and intense; "You had nothing to do with what happened to me. You weren't there. Wishing can't make things happen, Pup." Penn interrupts him " If it could, I would have been at your side long ago."

William lifts his face to lock gazes with Penn; "If ya cared so much, Gem..why'd ya leave me?"

"I had to, love." He speaks softly and with purpose "What was happening between us, well - it wasn't right. You were made for Sire. I knew that. Angelus gave me a choice - to leave, or to stay without continuing what we were doing. I knew that every moment I spent with you weakened what your purpose was, and strengthened our bond. How could I stay, if it meant to have you near, and turn you away? So, we made our arrangements."

Angelus solemnly affirms Penn's explanation "And I vowed to care for you" his voice breaking with emotion.

Penn looks squarely at Angelus, asking, without contempt "Why didn't you just contact me? Tell him where I was? Let either of us know at any time? All this time lost - we could have been together, I could have cared for him properly."

A brief moment passes as Angelus contemplates the questions posed to him, then begins "Love. Retribution. Anger." Turning his attention solely to Penn, "Penn, my boy.you were everything to me - but I was willing to let you go, knew you could be a great Master. You helped me choose our Will.and for a while it was even more complete with the three of us. But then I saw.saw how completely in love you were with him.the one created for your absence. And yet you stayed - wrapped him up in your heart and I knew I was losing both of you. I should never have had to ask you to make the choice.you knew what you were doing was wrong.was against all the lore. And when you did leave.you took him with you anyway."

Turning away from the confusion on Penn's face Angelus looks at the blonde man. "He did take you, didn't he, Pup? My Will.you left me too. You'd left me before that night in Penn's room. I claimed you again.but it was empty. Yes, you stayed, and we fought and fucked and brutalized our way across Europe. But it wasn't Will and Angelus.it was Angelus and William the Bloody.Spike. And the ghost of Penn, always between us. I was a fool for hoping that some day you could forget him enough to let things be as they were meant to be. But that day never came."

The dark man sits back in the chair, his strong face looking somehow broken, his eyes focused on the far wall, "Soul or not, I could have given you both what you wanted - each other. But I didn't. If I couldn't have you." he leaves the clich� unfinished. "You both crossed lines. You broke your troth to me. You owed me.I was.I am your Sire. I gave you both everything - loved you more than I could bear.and you both denied me." He stops unexpectedly, gesturing for one of Will's cigarettes, grabs the pack, and heads off to the balcony.

Will, rises from the floor, his Sire's words hanging heavy in the room, pulls on his jeans and then walks to the balcony.

"Sire."

Without turning, Angelus takes a long drag, and breathes out "Just give me a moment, Pup."

Will returns to Penn's side, concerned. Wordlessly asking what they should do. "Take a shower, Pup.I'll talk to him."

Knowing Penn is the only one able to reach Angelus in such a dark mood, William nods, and moves to the bathroom.

"Angelus." Penn's voice causes the older demon to turn, the cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. Hastily donned slacks hanging low on his hips. "Sire." He bows his head in a purposeful act of long-established deference.

"Childe." the acknowledgement from both of them seems to shatter the wall of tension that has surrounded them since Penn's visit to Los Angeles. Penn moves in close, his lips barely brushing over Angelus' own. The older demon moves his mouth over the sharp lines of Penn's jaw, down his neck, and settles on his Mark, where he places a small, soft kiss. An audible sigh escapes the smaller man. "Sire."

"Gem, tell me what you want. anything. Just tell me where I belong here."

The whisper in his ear, caressing the lobe with a tentative tongue "You, Sire. you belong with us. Please. give him what we all need - make him my equal. We'll be together, the three of us, as we should have been - always."

Angelus pulls away slightly, looking deeply into the large grey eyes, "I want you. so much Gem. So much. Do you know that? Want both of you."

Penn's hips gyrate slowly against him, eliciting a low groan from the darker man. "Then you'll have us, just do this for him. It's what I need, it's what he needs. and you need. I know how much you do."

"And where will you be during this?" his breathy response.

Penn lifts a brow "I'll go get something to eat."

"You'll be careful out there.don't underestimate those humans you despise so much."

"Aye, Sire. I'll be watchful of the maggots"

Angelus pulls a photograph from the rumpled pocket of the clothes he slept in. "While you're out.see if you can find this one. He's one of the soldiers; he may lead you to their location. But you don't go in without me!"

Penn smiles and accepts the photo, "Yes Sire, you know we do this thing together. And while I'm out.you'll do this?"

"My Boy. How can I deny you?"

"Ahh, but you never could. It would appear I'm not the only one that indulges their lovers." A wicked grin toys at the corners of Penn's lips.

"Come closer, Childe. I want to see what William finds so fascinating in these beautiful. full." Angelus' thumb trails over Penn's lips, as the younger man pulls nearer. Slowly, their mouths press together, a flood of emotions pass between them as their tongues lap delicately at the soft wet flesh. Tenderly, Angelus sucks the swollen lower lip into his mouth, nipping gently with blunt teeth, hands move urgently over the muscular body, hips grinding together seductively. Penn pulls away slightly, his lips crimson with desire - eyes filled with lust and adoration.

"So tis that, Gem?"

"Aye, Sire. must be."

"Go, then. leave me with William. I'll make this right. We'll be together." A slight pause "And you'll come back to me?" Angelus eyes blink back the fear of loss and rejection like an exposed wound.

"I want nothing more, Sire. To be with you. to be with him." Penn turns to walk, the large hand falling from his shoulder, down his back, a slight shudder from the smaller man as the strong fingers gently stroke the base of his spine.

"I still remember what makes you tremble, my boy."

Without turning, "I've no doubt you'll show me later."

"Aye. make you tremble. on my list of things to do."

Penn turns now to face Angelus, "Promise me."

"Tis my vow."

Both men walk into the room; Angelus sits heavily on the couch, facing the bathroom door. The sound of the front door closing, and the shower shutting off simultaneously makes the older demon grin "My Boys. perfect timing. Must be something in the blood."

Wet footsteps pad over the tile, the door swings open, and William makes his way into the room, grabbing a pair of jeans, and sliding them over his hips. "Where's Penn?"

"Sent him away."

A look of horror briefly passes over Williams face. "What?!"

Angelus flashes a vintage smirk "He went to grab a bite."

William laughs quietly "Tosser." He buttons the top of his jeans, and runs the towel over his hair.

"Still going commando I see, boy." Angelus teases.

William grins "Saves time." He carelessly tosses the wet towel on the bed. "I have something of yours, ya know."

Angelus angles his head contemplatively "And what would that be?"

William bends to lift his sack of belongings and pulls out an old book, the leather spine cracked with age.

Angelus' eyes flash with the memories, his boys curled up beside him, one on each side, as he would sip cognac and read from the novel as they drifted lazily into sleep with visions of exotic lands left to explore. He can recall William being enthralled by the idea of India, all of the large Hindi statues paying homage to their Gods, and Penn with thoughts of Africa - the thrill of hunting in the marketplaces and carrying home sackfulls of beads and protective charms. "Ancient Mysteries and Customs" he murmurs.

"Never got around ta doin' Bangladesh." William jokes, as if he'd been reading his Sire's mind.

"Na. I'd guess ye didn't." Angelus, barely looking up from the book to see the look of reverie on William's face.

"Wonder if Penn did the Congo. made it to Burundi. we'll have to ask 'im when 'e gets back."

"Think he may've just stayed put in Italy. waitin'."

Suddenly, the sadness has returned, Angelus looks up at his Childe and motions with his hand for him to sit. William, slicking his hair back with his fingers, places himself beside his Sire on the couch. "Make yerself comfortable, Pup." With a bit of hesitation, William leans into the outstretched arm, placing his head against the broad chest, and settling back into the all-too familiar position.

"Wait." William sits up immediately

"What is it, Pup?"

"Missin' somethin'. ahhh, there it is." Angelus looks at him curiously, William lifts the cognac he had stashed next to the book in his bag, and pours it in his Sire's glass. "There now - carry on."

Angelus lets out a bemused laugh, and places a kiss to Williams' brow. "Always did like the taste of cognac on my lips, didn't you boy?"

"Mmm, I'd 'ave to go with 'yeah' on that one."

Angelus takes a long sip from the glass, rolling it around on his tongue, making certain he wets his lips liberally with the amber liquid, before feeling it burn slowly down his throat. "Well then - would you like a taste, lad?"

"You know I would"

William sinks back against the couch, and runs his hand suggestively down his bare chest "Come on, then. Give us a taste." Angelus wastes no time pressing his body flush against William, and vigorously pushing his lips against the partially open mouth of his boy. William allows his tongue to travel out and taste the wetted lips that are, currently, powerfully plundering his own. In contrast with the gentle teasing urgency in Penn's, his Sire's kisses are an all out assault on his senses, commanding and dominant, they evoke an innate impulse to submit. The strong fingers working behind his neck, tilting his head up further, imploring him to yield to the crushing mouth laboring over his own. Finally, Angelus pulls away, watching his boy pant at unnecessary breaths.

"Where to begin? India - still want to hear about India, My boy?"

"Nah. s'not what I wanna hear."

"What would you like to hear, then?"

"I wanna hear how much you wanna fuck me right now."

"Mmm, but I do, lad. Do want to fuck you. but - do you want to know what I'd like to hear?"

"What's that, then." hoarse with anticipation, William continues staring deeply into the bottomless chocolate eyes.

"I want to hear how much you want to fuck. me."

Rapidly, Williams eyes turn as round as saucers, and he stares incredulously at Angelus. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?"

"Yer out to make me repeat meself this eve?"

"Yes. Now say it again - cause I reckon I heard ya wrong. And what's with the bloody brogue, Angelus?"

Angelus leans back down, capturing William's lips once again, moving his mouth over the sculpted cheekbones and down the nape of his neck, back up to his ear, where he whispers "William. My Pup. Ceisde mo chirde.Will you take me down?"

William's mouth falls open and a loud moan travels out from deep within his being. His Sire still nuzzling his ear, pumping gently against his denim clad hardness. "I can't. believe. this."

"Gods, Childe. You've not known? Never known how I wanted this from you?"

"Have known. Never thought - never dared think. it would ever 'appen."

"D'ya not want this, William?"

"More than anythin', I do. An'. how? The way you did. do? How do you want me to take you?"

"The way you do. The way you take a lover. let me be yours. It's you I want. not an imitation of me."

"I jes'. I don't know if I can. with you - My Sire. be me?"

"Don't think about it, William. Clear yer mind, and take me. as you would take your Penn."

Quickly relaxing into the role of the lover, William creeps his hand between them, stroking his own hardness through the fabric. "S'this what ya want? Wanna feel this?"

"God's yes!" the voice groans against his ear.

"An' where do you wanna feel it?" His voice low and husky.

"Inside of me."

"Show me."

Angelus rises, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground, then unhooking his slacks, and sliding them, along with his boxers down his muscular thighs. William unbuttons his jeans, and lifts his hips to quickly peel them from his own body, then turns on his side, staring lustily at the immense figure before him. "Sit on the table - an' touch yerself."

Angelus complies with the command, placing himself on the edge of the coffee table, and begins stroking his rigid shaft. William moves quickly to grab the bottle of oil on the nightstand and returns to the couch, never taking his eyes off his Sire. "Right. that's nice. now I want ya ta show me exactly where you want it." Angelus smirks and reaches for the bottle of oil beside him. "Yeah. now that's what I wanna watch."

Placing both feet on either side of William, Angelus coats his fingers in the oil "Get yerself an eyeful, Pup. watch what I do." With his oil slicked fingers, Angelus lifts his sac, exposing himself to his boy "This, this. is where I want you." And William watches in lust filled amazement as Angelus slides two fingers into his puckered entrance; his head falling back slightly as his other hand begins stroking the heavy sac, rolling it through his fingers.

William's lips purse, as he observes intently - his Sire effectively fucking himself - for him. His own hand reaching down to grip his now throbbing cock. "Angelus."

"Take me down, William. I'm ready for you."

Will moves quickly, grabbing the oil, and slathering it over his waiting member. His hands reach for Angelus' knees, swiftly hooking them over his shoulders.

Angelus removes his hands from their previous task, and grasps at his knees to bring them closer to his chest. "I'm so open for you, Pup. now. now."

"Sire." he whispers, as he brings himself to the smooth access and presses forward, breaching the ring of tissue that grips him securely, pushing on until he has entirely filled his Sire's spasming channel. The loud groans from both men permeate the room, then the sounds of flesh moving against flesh, wet mouths plundering and sharp intakes of breath that interpose the grinding rhythm.

William's hands move from his Sire's hips, to his buttocks, as he spreads the globes wide, broadening the expanse of flesh that his pulsating column is penetrating. Sharp and angular, the thrusts ravage the darker man's body, causing him to tighten his inner muscles involuntarily, savagely - William continues his onslaught, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Look at me. Look at me, Angelus. Open your eyes."

Angelus opens his eyes to see his William, mouth parted, eyes smoldering, muscles in his neck flexing, down to his torso, as the muscles dance under the skin with each violent pump into his backside. "William. wanted. for so long."

"I know. so watch me. Don't close your eyes - it's me." His hips piston furiously against the rendered hole, Angelus is taken aback by the image of his boy, his William. The deep desire he'd harbored for so long coming to fruition is almost more than he can take, and he fights off the significant need for release. Biting his lower lip, Angelus begins thrusting forward, matching each pump of William's hips. "That's right, Angelus. work me. Let me feel that untouched hole slidin' over me cock."

"Childe. so right. He was so right."

"Did it feel like this?" Williams hips slam violently against him, as his torso stays still, but for his neck, which is straining to lick and kiss at the backs of Angelus' knees "Knew ya wanted this, wanted ta give it to ya.so much." Angelus closes his eyes and moans out a string of curses in Gaelic. William grins down at him "At's quite a mouth you 'ave there."

Angelus grits his teeth briefly "I trust you'll not tell a soul."

"Mmm," his pelvis scraping long sharp and defined strokes against his Sire "Promise yer secret's safe with me."

"William. I can feel you.I canna hold back."

"Come for me, Sire. Come for me." Angelus' hands move from his knees to his groin - jerking the foreskin down and instantly thrusting into his closed fist. The first wave of his release comes swiftly, spreading his seed liberally over the torso between his thighs, William's head falling back as the cool wetness bubbles up, spurting and splashing against him. Angelus settles sated against the wood of the table, staring up at his boy lustily grinding into him, his channel ceases the vice-like constrictions against William's member, and his legs hook laxly around the slim hips. But his Will is not finished, and he feels firm fingers grasping his knees. His legs are bent impossibly, his body folded as Will brings his own form down, pressing their chests together, hips thrusting in and mouth dipping down to seize his own. Lips warm with desire open on his, Will's tongue stabbing as desperately into his mouth as surely as the boy's cock is imbedded in his body. Then contact is removed again as the blonde rears back, eyes blazing blue with desire, almost pulling out completely and then pitching himself forward again to capture the waiting lips. This time the darker man's tongue pushes forward moving insistently in his Childe's mouth before contact is broken again. Hands running over his chest as the boy pushes himself up, fingers pausing to pull mercilessly at tender nipples, hips now moving in a short and fierce rhythm. His boy's hand reaches down to grasp at His Sire's renewed hardness "Are you ready, Sire?" With one long pump of his hand, and a simultaneous thrust into the aching hole, William empties himself into Angelus, flooding his walls with the cool wetness, and eliciting another mind-shattering orgasm from the man beneath him. "Gods William!" The yell is so loud; William covers his mouth with his own in an attempt to quiet him.

Soon, their bodies still, and Angelus lifts William's head from his chest, propping it up with his hands "Where did you learn to do that?"

William offers him a lopsided grin "Do what?" as he rounds his eyes and bats his lashes innocently.

"You know exactly what I'm asking you, Boy. Penn didn't teach you that, I can be sure of it."

"Now if I tell ya, s'not a secret anymore, is it?"

"Well, whoever it is. ye'll have ta thank them fer me."

"Right, then. Thank you."

"What're you thankin' me for, Pup?"

"Yanno Angelus, for an educated ol' tart, you really are daft at times."

"Shall I be insulted?"

"Nah - ya shouldn't. I'm much more like you than ya' probably care ta admit."

"I take no blame for that, I certainly never did it, and I never taught it to you."

"Ya did, yanno. Mind's like a steel trap, mine is."

"Okay, I'll bite. amuse me with your recollection of the act that never took place."

"Right then, you come home, all soddin' lit from snackin' on some Opium freak - after Darla told you ta watch out fer them. Sneak into me room - mind you, I'm about a month borne - an 'ere comes big lunkin' Sire, stumblin' over 'is words, professin' undyin' love fer me, tellin' me how 'es gonna fuck me like a whore, cause I'm 'is whore, an' he loves me fer it. You were a strange one - always wondered if 'at's what you thought. "

"If what's what I thought?" The darker man asks, while absently running his finger through the short blonde locks.

"If you thought I was yer whore."

Laughing heartily, "I'd give my right nut for a whore like you, William. But, no. ta answer yer question, no I never thought of you as my whore."

"Musta been tha drugs, then. In any case - there ya' are - scarin' tha piss outta me. wavin' around that tree trunk ya call a Johnny, an I'm scamperin' outta the way - tryin' ta hide under tables and dressers an' such. An yer crouched down, leerin' at me. sayin' dozy shit like 'C'mere pretty lad - come out here an' let me fuck ye. Pretty eyeballs - azure blue. like yer big blue balls, I do' An so - yeah. not getting' me out from under the table anytime soon. Then yer swattin' at me, with those colossal paws of yers - an' I'm howlin' out fer Penn ta save me - but, turns out, he had a snack with ya, an' he's stumblin' into the room, an' falls face first onto the bed - out like a light, he was. So finally, you calm yerself down, an' yer content just babblin' in Gaelic an' pettin' my leg erratically. So I feel safer now - an' I scramble out from under the table - an you grab at me, an' pull me into yer lap tell me yer sorry fer scarin' me like that, beg me ta forgive ya. I do, I say I do. Still not sure if yer off yer nut, but that's okay - Cause I like ta listen ta Dru babble about the flowers an' the woodland creatures she wants ta eat, an' I figure, what's two nut jobs in tha family? Anyway, ya lay me down, an' gotta tell ya - a top bloke you were - gave me the blowjob of death, ya did. Then, fucked me. jes like I did you tonight. I think ya even used the same curses."

"I did all of that?" Angelus looks questioningly at him.

"One of the best memories I have, Angelus - broke me in right, ya did."

"Well, in that case - you're welcome."

William shoots him a Cheshire cat grin, and rolls off of him. "Gotta take another shower now. Gem'll be 'ome soon."

"Speaking of. My pretty grey eyed boy - I have a debt to settle with him tonight."

"What's that?"

"Something about making him tremble. twas a promise I made."

"Outstanding! Can I watch?" The boyish twinkle in his eyes makes Angelus laugh out loud.

"Watch? That's all you want to do? Care to join us?"

"Bloody hell, do I care to? I insist!"

"Spoilt brat. We do spoil you."

"Yeah, well - you should. Said you would. That. an' ya like my blue balls, an' for that, I'm thinkin' ya owe me."

Once again, the room is filled with shared laughter, Angelus planting a strong slap on William's backside "Oi! Keep doin that, an' I won't invite ya ta take a shower with me."

"Oh my," Angelus feigning contrition "I do apologize, then."

The pair make their way into the bathroom, the sound of the water starting as the front door opens simultaneously.

"Good timing." Penn mutters to himself.

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