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My Sire. My entire existence revolves around this one man. He created me and made me who I am. Who I *truly* am. Not the fascade that the world sees, not the Big Bad, but the man I am inside, the one who is laying in the arms of the Scourge of Europe purring contentedly.

*He* is here. The real Angelus. The god of my unlife has returned, the man I love has come back and kept his promise to be mine for eternity.

I knew the curse kept him from this. Kept him from my side. I knew that no matter what was said between us, what harsh words were spoken or cruel acts were done, that when my Sire returned; my *true* Sire, that all would be forgotten. That we would start over, that he would claim me again the way a Sire should, and that this time it would be forever.

We have a life to begin together, one without doubt or fear. We will conquer all that stands in our way, together. He is waking up, I can sense it. I look up into his beautiful face as those deep brown eyes flutter open. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and his mind to remember where he is, then he looks down at me and smiles.

"My Childe," he reverently places a kiss on my forehead.

*This* is the man I love.

"William, my love," he leans his head down and brushes soft lips over mine as he talks, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

I shift up so that my forehead is pressed to his, "It's the past Sire, I don't want to think about it, I just want..." I can't continue. How can I tell him what I feel? How can I put into words the emotions that are raging inside me? I can't. Instead I lean closer and seal our lips in a desperate kiss. I need this: need him. Need to be his only.

I whimper as he breaks the kiss, "William, open your eyes."

I obey his command and look at him, "I don't want you as a childe," my mind panics and I try futilely to wrench myself from his grasp, "I want you as a mate." he finishes firmly.

I freeze. Did he just say he wants me as his MATE?!! He kisses my lips softly and briefly, but I don't respond. I'm still too much in shock. I've been his childe for so long I don't know if I can be anything else. I've never Sired a childe myself and I don't know if I can do this...but I want to. I want everything he can give me. I want to give him everything I have, without the fear of rejection. I want to spend my days in his bed, in his arms, and my nights hunting by his side.

^ I can see the emotions warring on his face. He wasn't expecting this, but I know he wants it. He wants to be the only one in my life as I want to be the only one in his. I know his loyalty is fierce. If it wasn't, he wouldn't have spent all those years with Drusilla. He'd have left her crazy rantings to someone else's care and moved on. But his loyalty to me and our family kept him with her. His loyalty is what brought us to this point.^

"You want me as your equal?" I question. He smiles at me and nods. Somehow, I am still baffled. I can understand the concept and yet I don't get it. It's not connecting that he wants me as more than a loyal Childe. I can't grasp the thought of being anything more than what I am.

^ He hasn't responded at all except to blink at me. I can understand that. I've never shown him this. I've never shown my beloved, favorite Childe how much I want him to be mine and mine alone. As a Childe and a Master, he could Sire another and spend his life with them as he desired. But as a Mate he would be mine and mine alone.

The only way to get my point through to him now is by showing him I'm serious. Up to this point we've been laying on our sides facing each other, holding on in a tight embrace. I shift so he is laying on top of me, then I pull him down for a needy kiss.^

Bloody hell! The poufter just rolled us over placing me on top! Maybe he is serious after all...or maybe this is just another one of Angelus' cruel games.

There's only one way to find out.

Slowly I kiss him back. Taking my time as my tongue relearns his mouth. I can still taste the bourbon I know he had been drinking outside my crypt last night. His hands languidly move down my back as his tongue continues to run along mine. Not breaking the kiss I take his hands off me and bring them up by his head, holding them there as I plunder my Sire's mouth.

Finally, I release his mouth and look down into his beautiful face, admiring his lust-filled brown eyes, his proud cheekbones and his kiss-swollen lips.

"What do you want, Angelus?"

"You."

I smirk at him and bring his hands up toward the top of the bed.

"Yes. But. What. Do. You. Want. Angelus?"

"You, William."

The poufter's still not gettin' it. I reach down and snag my belt from the floor and secure his hands to the bedpost with it as he watches.

"You have me, Angelus. You always have. What do you want from me?"

^ I know he needs to hear the words, but it's hard. A lifetime spent in control, and now I was about to hand that control over to someone else; not easy. He's tied my hands to the bedpost with his belt the way I used to when I was in a dominant mood. I enjoyed having him at my mercy, but now I was at his.

It has to be this way though. The only way he'll know that I truly want him as my mate is to let him top me. To let him do to me what I've done to him for years. Then and only then will he be my equal.^

He can't say it yet. I know it's hard to give up control, but if he wants this, he'll have to.

I shift so that our cocks are lined up. I can feel my heavy sac resting against his and as I lay down on top of him again, pressing my throbbing erection against his. He moans at the sensation, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of it.

Smirking at the blissful look on his face, my mouth begins the journey down his body. I lick and nip with blunt teeth at his neck. I suck on the skin at his jugular, and down to the hollow at the base of his neck.

Progressing downwards I begin sucking on one nipple as my fingers pinch and tease the other to a raised hardness.

"Oh gods, William!"

"What do you want, Angelus?"

"More," he moans arching into my touch.

It's not a decision, but it's a start. I switch nipples and continue the sweet torcher.

"Will, touch me. *Please.*"

With a loud slurp I release his nipple, then shifting down so I'm sitting on his thighs I take his dripping erection in my hand and begin long slow strokes. Pulling back the foreskin with every downstroke, buffing the tip with my thumb, spreading his precum with my hand when my hand finally reaches the tip.

This is the way he used to tease me into submission. He would always take his time, slowly building me up, but never letting me cum until I'd begged properly for it. Now it was his turn to beg.

"Oh gods Will, *Please*...I need you."

"What do you need, Angelus?"

He tried to shift so he could pump himself into my hand and relieve the tension in his balls, but with me sitting on his thighs it wasn't working.

"I'll give you what ever you want, Angelus." I purred, "Whatever you need is yours, just tell me."

"I want your cock," he gasped out with unneeded breath.

Rising to my knees, I took my own cock in my hand and began jerking myself at a slightly faster rate than I was giving him.

"You want my cock?" I teased.

"Yessss."

"Where do you want my cock? In your mouth?"

"Oh gods William, please."

"All you have to do is say it, Angelus. Tell me where you want my cock."

^ Years of control are about to go down the drain as I beg my childe for the one thing that will make him my equal.^

"I want your cock in my ass. Gods Will, please. Take me down. Fuck my ass. *Please!*"

I knew that I wouldn't last long if I took him now, I was too worked up. So instead, "Angelus look at me."

His brown eyes flew open to meet mine. Taking my hand from his erection I focused on my own.

"I want you to watch me cum all over my hand. Because when I do, it's for you. As I spread my seed all over my cock, I want you to think about me filling you."

My hand was flying over my swollen erection, I was so close.

"Gods Angelus, you're so beautiful all stretched out like that. Oh fuck...Yessss." I hissed as I came my hand spreading my cum up and down my cock as I started to grow hard again. Gotta love vampire sexual stamina.

I shifted between his legs, and pushed them up to his chest giving my easy access to his puckered ring of long untouched flesh. I don't think he's ever been taken up his ass.

Which means I will be his first, and as his mate, his only.

That thought drives me wild. I position myself at his entrance and look into his eyes. There is still a very small part of me that hesitates, until I hear the words come out of his mouth.

"William, do it. Take me down. Fill me, my only"

I thrust in hard, tearing the tender flesh, the way he had the first night he claimed me. I moaned at the feeling of his tight muscles clenching and un-clenching as they adjusted to my intrusion. I could smell and feel his blood around my aching member inside him.

After a moment he pushed back against me, urging me on. Leaning down to claim his mouth, his legs shifted from his chest to lock around my waist trying to pull me further inside of him.

Changing my angle slightly, I thrust back inside him, slamming into his prostate.

"WILL!!" he howled, releasing my mouth, as his features shifted into their demonic form.

I too felt my features shift as he clamped down hard on my throbbing cock buried deep inside him. I couldn't help it. I set up a brutal pace, slamming into his bruised channel harder and harder until we were both teetering on the edge.

"William, my love. My only. Take me as your own. Be my mate. Do it, please."

That was all it took. Roaring, I sunk my fangs into his neck as I felt his pierce my offered wrist. Orgasm washing over us in waves we fed from each other like we never had before. I had never drank from my Sire's throat, nor he from my wrist, but this was what claiming a mate was about: being equals.

I released his neck, and he my wrist, as we shared a bloodied kiss. Tasting our combined essences in each other.

"William, my love. My Mate."

"Angelus."

"Thank you."

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