*****

The oil drizzled onto his back, making him jump a little at the coldness, then arch as the drizzle continued down the length of his spine, only stopping when it reach the top of his ass. Quiet instructions floated through the air, seeking out and finding his ears, telling him to stay still and don't move. They were instructions he had no intention of disobeying. He listened carefully as small sounds were made behind him and he tried to pinpoint what was going on, but found that he couldn't. It was only when the soft strains of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata twisted their way through the room that he knew what had been happening just out of his line of sight.

Music to sooth the soul. Or the living dead.

Quiet footfalls glided over the plush carpet then, making it nearly impossible for him to hear them at all, but they'd happened. A heavy weight climbing on the bed attested to that fact. The weight then moved, resting itself on the backs of his thighs, wiggling the tiniest of bits until it was comfortable, before strong fingers were at the base of his spine.

He closed his eyes at the contact, a low moan escaping his mouth.

"Quiet sweet Wil, I haven't even begun yet..." a soft whisper echoed off the walls of the candlelit room. William didn't take much heed, the smile in the voice was as plain as the piano keys playing at the edges of the room. Tonight would be one to remember.

Slowly, those same strong fingers began to dance up his spine, picking up the oil as they went. Spreading out, each long finger brushing at his sides as they circled each section of his back the further they travelled. Kneading tense muscles and knots that had gathered there unbeknownst to William.

"What's got you so tense lad?" Angelus spoke, his long fingers reaching William's shoulder blades, spreading the oil over taut muscles riddled with tension.

"Nothin'..." came the muffled reply. William had turned his head into the soft pillow he was lying on. He didn't want to talk tonight, he just wanted to feel, but Angelus was nothing if not persistent.

"We'll have none of that Childe, ye've got somthin' on yer mind and I want t' know what it is."

Ah, the accent. William almost smiled. His Sire's brogue always seemed to thicken ever-so-slightly whenever he thought William was keeping something from him. Which granted, seemed to be a lot of the time, but William figured the less his Sire knew the better he'd be able to walk. Being unable to move was only fun when you'd been fucked into it.

"C'mon, out wit' it, I've no time for yer games tonight," Angelus spoke, his harsh voice belying the soft, gentle sweeping of his fingers over William's back.

"It's nothin' really.... I just saw me dad, that's all," William admitted, not really sure if his admission of the truth was down to the wondrous fingers tracing his shoulders confidently, or the fact that he just couldn't seem to lie to his Sire about his former family. Probably a mixture of both. That and William didn't want the fingers to stop and lying would definitely make the fingers stop.

"Yer dad?" Angelus asked evenly, his normally deep brown eyes flashing gold for the barest of seconds. He commended himself. Normally, any mention of William's human family sent him into a seething rage that would only be stopped when there was nothing else to break or nothing else to kill. "What did ye de?"

"Nothin'," William said again. "By the time I realised it was him, he'd already gone. I tried to track him down, but you can barely track a whore through those streets in the dark, so tracking a bloke isn't exactly the easiest thing to do."

Angelus said nothing, just continued to work on his Childe's back. If he said nothing, he wouldn't want to kill. If he said nothing, he wouldn't want to destroy. If he said nothing, he wouldn't want to maim. He clenched his jaw. He wanted to kill, he wanted to destroy and he most certainly wanted to maim. And he wanted to do all those things to the man William had had to call father for first twenty-six years of his life.

The only reason Wil's father was even alive right now was because he'd fled the night Wil had been turned and despite Angelus' best efforts (and much to his chagrin), he still couldn't be found. But the old bastard was apparently back in London. My, was Angelus going to have some fun tomorrow.

"He didn't see me," Wil spoke up, knowing exactly what was going on inside his Sire's mind. The strong fingers on his back hadn't faltered, neither had they changed pace, but William could feel the barely-there tremor running through them. His Sire was mad. And thankfully, it wasn't directed at him. Just for him.

"Aye," Angelus muttered, his mind already filling with methods of torture, all tried and tested. Yes, tomorrow he would indeed have some fun. But tonight... tonight, was all for his precious boy. Tonight was William's twentieth year as vampire and they were both going to enjoy it. And Angelus was going to be tender. After all, these types of occasion's only came around once in an un-lifetime.

Brushing pictures of skewers and railroad spikes out of his mind for the minute, he concentrated on his Childe. He was so tense. Huge knots still marred his shoulders, and lower back, causing Angelus to press that little bit harder, knead that more throughly, and all but scare the tension in Wil's shoulders into submission. The oil, now coating William's entire back made Angelus' exploration of it easier.

Start at the bottom and work upwards. Right ring finger brushing over the scar Wil got from falling off a bridge. Left pinky finger gliding over the small crevice in Wil's side where he was robbed for the first time with a knife that didn't quite hit it's mark. Travel further and both thumbs run over a lump in the middle of his back where he had the buckle of a belt one to many times. Further still and left middle finger finds a cigarette burn, while right pinky finds four tiny indentations, courtesy of a eating fork. Bring hands together, in between both sharp shoulder blades and there's the biggest scar of all. One long, jagged knife wound. Thank you William Sr. Death will not be a walk in the park for you.

Slowly, Angelus' hands made their return trip, ghosting over more scars that William had picked up in his human life until they reached the smaller vampire's slim waist again. Up and down. Up and down. Knead, rub, manipulate. Up and down. Up and down.

"Angelus.." a small voice whispered into the room, immediately being soaked up by the light piano chords still gently swaying in the stillness.

Up and down. Up and down. Strong hands working intently to scare tension away, to beat knotted muscles into submission, to make his boy feel loved. Wanted. Desired. Whole. Up and down. Tail bone to nape. Calm, sure fingers spreading outwards, working on shoulder blades, kidneys, hips and all points in between. Up and down. Up and down.

"Sire..." this time the voice was louder, the piano missed its chance to feast some more and Angelus caught the throaty moan.

"What is it Wil.... what do you want?" the question was asked in the same manner. Throaty, deep, desirous.

"You..." was the instant reply.

The strong hands and nimble fingers that had been working the muscles in William's back slowly made their way from the nape of the younger vampire's neck, right back down to the base of his spine, before slick hands were sliding over the globes of his ass. Massaging and squeezing the perfectly rounded cheeks together and covering them with oil at the same time.

William moaned again. It had been a long while since Angelus had been this tender with him. Not that he really minded the rough stuff, he was a vampire after all. But still, being tender and gentle definitely had its upsides. Like the way his Sire was gently squeezing his ass cheeks, then pulling them apart to expose the tight ring of muscle before rubbing an oil-slicked thumb over his opening.

William jerked at the touch, desire coursing through him, his limp form reacting instinctively to Angelus' probing. As his Sire's thick thumb gained entry into his cool passage, Wil's dormant arms moved from their position by his side, to either side of his head. Both hands at head level and both hands gripping the sheets.

"Ye like that lad?" Angelus asked, watching his thumb disappear into Wil in a slow, steady pace, making his half erect penis spring to life instantly. A hitched moan and the raising of his Childe's hips was all the master vampire got in response. Oh, how he loved moments like these.

The gentle harmony of Beethoven's work still filtered through the room, wrapping both vampires in their own private cocoon, away from the realities of the world outside. Away from sunlight and stakes, human fathers and the dank streets of London, interruptions and interludes. They were right where they wanted to be, and they weren't even screwing yet.

William wanted more. A thumb was fine for starters, but he and Angelus had been playing a veiled game of foreplay for most of the night now, and the agonising slowness his Sire had opted to take was starting to drive Wil mad. Well, madder. It always seemed a bit ironic to him that the very few times Angelus was gentle with him, he wanted to be taken rough. Although really, this was just another form of torture William had to master. And master it he would, but not tonight.

Lifting his ass further in the air, the same time as he pushed back, William silently begged for Angelus to do something more, but was met with the same steady pace. The same pace that was making his cock twitch for a touch and making his ass ache for more. A whimper fell from Wil's lips when Angelus removed his thumb. Okay, it might have been a slow torture, but that didn't mean he wanted it to go this early. Well, he did, but he didn't. God, he hated incoherency.

His inner mumble was stopped mid garble when Angelus' weight left the bed. Okay, huh? Then, a washcloth was cleaning his back and he let out a small sigh. Right, he got it. As soon as his back was cleaned, he was ordered to turn onto it, something he didn't mind doing in the least. Once there, he had a proper view of the room. And more importantly, the man in it.

Angelus stood at the foot of the bed, the candlelight flickering off his pale skin and making him seem more like an apparition rather than the undead. His long dark hair rested lightly on his broad shoulders, which led to a large, smooth chest and down to a well-toned abdomen. Light danced over none existent scars leading down to the dark nest of curls at the apex of his thighs. And there nestled snugly, but standing proud was, William's prize.

The younger vampire was almost salivating.

"See something you like Childe?" Angelus questioned, taking note of Wil's staring.

"Yeah," William breathed needlessly. Funny, he thought, at first it was force of habit for him to breath in these types of situations, then it became force of Angelus. And, Force of Angelus could chalk up another victory when William's unnecessary breathe caught in his throat as his Sire climbed onto the bed. Slow movements reminded Wil of the time they'd travelled to Africa and he'd had the good fortune to see a lioness go in for the kill. That's what his Sire looked like now; a predator going in for his prey. Not that William minded being prey. It was his Sire after all.

Angelus crawled onto the bed, leaning most of his weight onto his arms, his hard member bobbing slightly from his movements. Then, starting with the inside of Wil's calf, he slowly kissed his way up the younger vampire's body.

Small kisses to the underside of the knee, smiling when William shivered. Move further and gently nip the inside of each thigh, deliberately ignoring the hard shaft begging for attention as he moves further and instead, lick a trail underneath Wil's bellybutton. Smile again when he whimpers and drop a kiss onto each hip. Leave a smattering array of feather light touches up to Wil's throat, before dipping a tongue into the hollow. Nibble the Adam's apple until Wil starts to purr, then bite it softly until he moans.

A recipe for desire.

By the time Angelus reached William's mouth, the younger vampire was almost panting and his pupils were dilated so much, the black nearly covered the bright blue of his irises. The wicked smile on Angelus' face camouflaged the soft look in his eyes as he descended for a breathtaking kiss. Cool lips met cool lips, submissive allowing dominant instant entry, moaning more when the insides of his mouth were ravaged in blissful torture. The strong, sure tongue of his Sire fought and won that of his own tongue before it was scraping over his blunt teeth, searching out the roof of his mouth, then rubbing gently on the underside of his tongue. It was times like these, the younger vampire was glad that he didn't have to breathe.

But when Angelus pulled away, William still found himself sucking in great gulps of air, only to have them kissed right back out of him. Slow torture was definitely a must.

Barely catching Angelus' movements out of the corner of his eye when the second kiss was broken, William just managed to register his Sire picking up the small bottle of oil before he was thrown headlong into another kiss. His already opened legs were spread a little wider when Angelus' cool hand floated down between them and Force of Angelus was again rewarded another point when unneeded breath was caught in his throat as the Force in question pumped his Childe's hard shaft twice, before descending further.

Just as William managed to catch his breath though, he felt the insertion of two large fingers into his passage. Fingers that didn't hang about and went straight for his prostate, hitting it time and time again. He almost screamed. He wanted to die, he wanted to live, he never wanted this to stop. All mighty Lucifer in Hades he wanted it to continue. Shackles and beatings and humiliation. Rapes and molestation and violation. Shame and submission and obedience. He could handle them all, but in the name of Angelus himself, he couldn't handle this.

Slow torture be damned, this was death by desire. Unfettered, unadulterated, one hundred percent pure desire. Desire to be loved, needed and wanted. Desire to be lusted after, hungered for and craved. Desire to be here with his Sire, to be touching him, to be touched by him. William wanted it all. The good, the bad; the love, the hate; the need, the want, but most of all, he wanted this to go on forever.

His long fingers were twisting the sheets up into nothing as his Sire's fingers worked their way in and out of his hole, caressing the sweet gland buried deep inside of him and ripping small mewls from the back of his throat. Incoherency joined him once again and began to spill useless words from his kiss-bruised lips begging, asking, demanding his Sire to do something more, while pleading with him to do just as he was.

The deep music that was still resounding off the walls and the flickering candle light that had his Sire's beautiful face half in shadow, only seemed to add to Wil's euphoria. He truly never wanted this night to end.

Angelus watched his Childe intently. Emotions scintillated across his face at a speed of light, each time falling back onto lust, want, need. His large fingers hadn't changed pace, but he could see William's mind had shifted several times. His Childe's eyes were barely open, the lids having fallen almost shut as ecstasy chased a path through his body, making emotions run high and lust run higher. Smiling, Angelus felt his middle finger touch the small, fleshy spot hidden inside his boy's entrance once again, tearing another mewl from Wil's throat and it was all the dark-haired vampire could do not to take him fast and hard right that instant.

Instead, he reached his free hand out to caress William's cheek, his cool thumb tracing the sharp contours of Wil's face. Soft, hazy eyes opened a fraction as full lips fell apart.

"Sire..." William murmured. "Please..... need you....."

Angelus, one hand still working his Childe, the other still tracing his face, leant forward gently and placed a soft kiss to William's waiting mouth. "Anything for my sweet Wil."

There was a small slurp as Angelus removed his fingers from Wil's entrance, electing a whimper of despair from his Childe at the loss of intimate contact.

"Shh, Childe, the best is coming," Angelus purred, reaching for the oil once again and giving his large shaft a generous amount. Tossing the bottle to one side when he was done with it, he gently manoeuvred himself until the head of his cock was positioned at the tight ring of muscle at Wil's opening. His Childe's legs were snugly placed around his hips, as Angelus blanketed William's smaller frame, before he started to push forward.

The head of his shaft probed gently, slipping past the tight ring of muscle and entering his Childe in one long movement. Once fully sheathed, neither man moved. One held onto the other, waiting for himself to adjust to the sweet invasion he was experiencing, while the other was enjoying the inviting coolness surrounding his cock. Sire and Childe, joined together. Physically, literally, emotionally.

Bonds that could never be broken were growing stronger with each minute that passed, declarations of love were silently sent and received, promises of forever were made and bound to the other as their bodies lay still. Then, through the haze that had surrounded them, small movements were made. A small raise of the hips, a small thrust of the pelvis, gentle angling until cockhead found that same fleshy gland.

William didn't know if he would be dust or not by the end of this night, but he did know that if fate decided he wasn't to be apart of this world anymore, living or undead, it wouldn't matter to him because he'd have this. Right now, in this very instant, his Sire was his. Completely and utterly his. Dominance, blood, traditions, all those aside; Angelus was William's and William was Angelus'. This was as close to Heaven as William the Bloody, Childe of Angelus, Scourge of Europe was ever going to get.

The rocking motion that had barely been recognised before was starting to pick up speed, eventually settling into a steady rhythm as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh accompanied the rumbles of a piano. William's bright blue eyes found Angelus' deep brown ones as his hands roamed his Sire's body. Touching cool flesh that rippled under the drive of Angelus' powerful thrusts, feeling muscles clench tightly as they worked vigorously to bring him so close to climax so soon.

Just as William thought the delirium of orgasm was close, a hard nip at the base of his cock stamped on the notion, making him give off an unwilling mewl/whimper of protest. He took back everything he'd just thought. Slow torture was the biggest bitch this side of the Equator.

"Ye are not t' come until I tell ye lad, de you understand me?" Angelus' lust ravaged voice floated down to him.

Okay, so maybe he'd been a bit harsh, slow torture wasn't really that bad. Especially if it made his Sire look at him with that intense stare that spoke of so many things William couldn't comprehend and so many things that he could. Unconditional, fierce love being at the forefront. William let his eyes drift closed, he knew at undead heart, that when this was over, Angelus would never readily admit to being so close to displaying any sort of loving feelings, but they were there for William to see.

Only for William to see.

Then he was falling, descending headlong into blackness as Angelus' thrusts suddenly sped to a pace that even he couldn't seem to follow, knocking his prostate again and again until they all ran together for William. One thrust became two, became three, became a stream, became a tidal wave. Pleasure surged through his system, devouring anything that was in its path, only to spit it back out again, tingling and begging for more. His nerve endings started to burn as the pounding on his ass never ceased, but the pressure on the base of his cock grew. He wanted to come. He wanted to come so badly it was physically hurting.

"Angelus, please.... Please... need to.... Oh fuck! Pleasepleaseplease... need it, need you, please..." William gritted his teeth, another pang of delight coursing through him when razor sharp incisors sliced his lip open. He was in gameface. His strong hands gripped at the older vampire's arms, the blunt nails digging so hard they drew blood. Oh God, he needed to come. "Sire! Please!"

Quietly, barely above a whisper and so soft that William almost missed it in his delirious state, came his salvation.

"Let go Wil... let go my sweet, darling Wil..."

Then William's world was exploding into bright lights and dazzling colours, all flashing behind his eyelids as his body convulsed violently at the release. Cool jets of semen gushed over his and Angelus' stomach, coating them in an offering that was more than thankful to be there. William could barely register the sure strokes of his Sire's hand over his inflamed shaft, still pumping it, expecting and receiving more of the creamy essence. And just when the younger demon thought that he couldn't get much higher than this, excruciatingly sharp teeth bit down on the soft flesh where neck met shoulder, and he came again.

Came hard. He hadn't even realised that Angelus has let his true face fall. And only his instincts were functioning when his Sire guided his open panting mouth to his own neck, offering his Childe the most precious of gifts and finally exploding deep within William when the gift was accepted. Together, both demons drank, both came, both saw stars flashing behind closed eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into them. It shattered thoughts, tantalised nerve endings and brought the living world around them to a grinding halt. Nothing could match this moment. Nothing. Time, space, existence; it didn't matter, all that did was the blood flowing from one body into the other and back again.

Neither man wanted to come down from the incredible high they were on, and neither wanted to relinquish the hold they had on the another, but the eventual release of mouths and subsequent closing of wounds and the drug was gone. Lost, taken back to the dark recess of within, waiting for another chance to play.

Smiling languidly, Angelus looked down at his boy, smiling more when William's slack jaw and half-closed eyes told the older vampire that his Childe would soon be asleep. Exhausted by pleasure. Still feeling William's limp hands barely clinging to his arms, Angelus bent down and laid a small kiss on his Childe's forehead, before hefting them both over smoothly, so William was lying contentedly on his chest, while he was still snugly secure inside of the younger demon.

Reaching out swiftly, he pulled the heavy quilt over them, smiling again when he felt William nuzzle into him. Laying another gentle kiss on William's head, Angelus wrapped his boy in his arms, squeezing greatly and earning himself a pleased sigh.

"Sire.... love you...." William whispered into the dark room. He never got a reply, never expected one, but the gentle rumble starting low in Angelus' chest spoke more to him than the words ever could.

"Go t' sleep Wil, we've got some killing t' do t'morrow."

~fin