13th December 2012.
Angel's Journal:
It was 3 years ago today that Spike moved into the Hyperion. I'll never forget that day, when he dragged himself in through my door half-starved and broken. It took me a whole week to heal him to the point where he could talk that day, he told me about Sunnydale. How Buffy had died, how he'd stayed by her side until the end. How he had been her friend for years before, and how the other Scoobies had finally fled Sunnydale. He said that he couldn't bear the loneliness anymore. That he wanted to come home to the only family he had left - me.
I was unsure at first. We had a tension filled truce for months. I had to bite my tongue, hold my temper and Cordelia even had to buy me some stress balls. In the end, however, we came to an understanding. We kept our distance. We lived in the same home, shared the same blood, but nothing more. Two years later, we actually managed to have a conversation and not end up screaming and shouting at each other. It shocked us both. The next night it happened again. The night after was the same.
Now, things are so different. I know that Spike has a soul, but it never really changed him. He was still crude, short-tempered and sly. Then, all of a sudden, I saw Spike's soul. I saw William under the charade. It was him I conversed with. Him with whom I sat and shared popcorn, watching the latest blockbuster, or complaining about the quality of fiction lately.
Suddenly, today, something changed. I came downstairs, late in the afternoon. I talked with Cordelia and my son, Connor. They have been married these 5 years now, and I have a Grandson named Liam. I found my Shanshu - they are my redemption - my mortality. Gunn was here too with his daughter, Erin. We talked about old times, the passing of Wesley, who was trying to bring down Wolfram and Hart from the inside. We spoke lovingly of Fred, who died in childbirth with Erin. It was a normal day, but then...
Cordelia gave me a package. She said it arrived early that morning in the mail, and was addressed to Angelus. I opened it, and was surprised to find a decorated box inside. It was a Christmas box. Someone had sent me a Christmas present. Who, I had no idea. The only ones I received anything from, were here with me now. The front of the box was beautifully painted with berries and holly around the edge and in the centre was a depiction of a partridge in a pear tree. I carefully opened the box, and inside was a note. It read:
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
Then nothing. I put the note aside and looked inside. There in a cushion of red velvet, was a tube of white chocolate lube.
Well, my family were in hysterics. They kept asking me who the secret admirer was, but I had no idea. Cordy suggested Lorne, but I didn't think it was his style. I'm still confused about who would send me such a strange gift. Who could?
Oh crap!
I put my pen down and sat back. The journal itself was a gift from Spike. I should have known. He gave it to me last year on this very day. Today, another gift arrived.
Oh crap! Again.
The lube is from Spike.
I grab up the gift again, and stare at the beautiful packaging. It must have been expensive; this box is perfectly made. A painted picture, with added gold highlights, on a velvet decorated box. The lube is white chocolate, which is also confusing. It's my favourite. Which no one knows, because no know should know I jack off at night *alone*.
"So you got it then."
It takes me a moment to realise that someone has actually spoken. I turn in my chair and face my once beloved Childe. Once *beloved* because he was. I look back at our times together, and I loved him. Oh, I don't mean Angelus, because he never did. No, I mean me - Angel, the soul. The one with the ability to love. I wonder if I can love him still. These last couple of years he's changed and so have I. I've become darker, while he... He's stepped into the light and he blazes with its glory in my sight. Oh great, I think that answers my question.
"Yes Will, I have... Thank you."
I turn to face my Childe, finding him standing half hidden in the doorway. His fingers are white with clutching the door, as though they are stopping him from running away. His blue eyes are dark in the half-light of my room, but I still see his sparkle of being buried within them. They always were filled with life, and now they are filled with soul, too.
"Well then... I'll go..." Will's face disappears behind the door... Wait! When did I start thinking of him as Will?
"William!" I call, and his face re-appears. "Why?"
"Sire... I...err... Can I come in?" William - Spike - oh, whatever! - sneaks around the door and stands there looking nervous.
"Please, come sit, Childe," I reply with a smile. For a moment he looks longingly at me, as if he wants to jump into my lap. Instead, he slinks over and settles himself on the edge of my desk. I close my diary and look up into his bright eyes.
"Thank you for the gift, err...Spike. I-eh..."
"Sire, you can call me William," Will whispers.
"Why?" I ask again. I don't just mean why that name, but why the gifts, why the look in his eyes now. That look that makes me want to drag him to the nearest bed and... no, I shouldn't think of that! I can't. I haven't, not for...
"I want to be yours again," Will answers directly. He reaches across the desk and grabs my hand. "I've watched you Sire - I see the real you. I want to be yours. You aren't the same as before, you're stronger, darker... You can be what I want."
I hardly heard the last part of his sentence. It was so quiet, that even vampire hearing struggled to pick it up. He wants me. Wants what I can do to him...
"Get on the bed," I command. My voice sharp, and uncompromising.
For just one second does Will hesitate. Then he's off the desk and across the apartment to my bed. As he goes, his clothing is scattered over the hardwood floors. I follow as soon as his slim hand slips into black jeans and pushes them over pure marble buttocks. I lick my lips, my mouth salivating at the thought of tasting him again. His jeans are thrown to the floor, and lastly, he hops onto my red satin covered bed. He lies his fine body down, eyes watching me, as I stalk towards him. I feel my eyes burn and change, just from the sight of his perfect, naked body.
I had forgotten. How could I forget my Childe's faultless features? His smooth, white chest, his tiny pink nipples. The curve of his ribs that leads to his navel and that heavenly indentation I'd love to stick my tongue into. Then lower to his crowing glory. A long, marble white cock. The strong foreskin covering the bulbous red head. I want to push my tongue between that layer of skin and his slit. I want to lap up every drop of his desire as I...
I run back over to the desk and grab up the tube of lube. I follow in Will's footsteps, my clothing landing on top of his. At last, naked, I approach the bed again, with the gift in my hand. William gasps, as his eyes fall upon my form.
"Spread your legs," I growl. I don't know what's come over me. My voice is harsh and lust filled. My body trembles with a need I've not felt in a century. Not even Buffy, or even Darla made me feel like this. My skin tingles, my cock burns and I want him! Now!
Will pants lightly, as he spreads lilywhite limbs. I groan, as the sight only increases my pleasure. His balls are tight between his legs, letting me view his silky skin below. I can see his tiny anus, twitching in anticipation of what is to come... and so it should. By the end of tonight, that tiny hole is going to beg me to stop plundering it.
"What do you want, Child?" I ask, a little uncertain. I want him, I want to hold and fuck him, but I don't... can't force him. I might have changed in the last 10 years from the Angel even Buffy knew, but I still have a soul.
"You, Sire." His voice is as clear as a bell. Purely filled with desire and need.
"Don't move," I direct, a smirk on my face, as I bend over the bed and crawl towards the object of my desire.
His whole body shivers with my words, and I watch amazed, as his skin tremors in want? Desire? Lust? Love? I move my body so I'm kneeling over his form. My knees at his legs, and my arms under his. I don't touch a single inch of him; I just loom over his small form.
"You want me to fuck you?" I growl.
"I want only what you desire, Sire," he whispers.
Oh god, he's never been this submissive to me. Never! Not even as a day old fledging did he submit in such a way. I don't understand why, or how, but at this second I really don't care. I want him. I've wanted him for 3 years now. Ever since he walked in through my door. I denied and hid my feelings, but they were always there under the surface. The truth? I want him and I shall have him.
With a swift movement, one that even he didn't expect, I kiss his full, pale lips. He gasps into my mouth, his breath sweeter than wine. I push harder, forcing his mouth open and shove my tongue inside. I could have come at that second. He's so wet and hot. His mouth is ambrosia and I lap him up. I groan into his mouth, and I feel the soft touch of cool fingers on my chest. Oh yes! Touch me Childe. I burrow myself deeper into his cool mouth, my tongue lapping at his palate, fighting with his tongue. Writer's thin fingers slide over my chest to find my small nipples, which he hardens between finger and thumb. Oh sweetness.
Such talent! He knows how to touch me. As no one ever knew. He was the only one to pay attention. Dru never did, and well, Darla never wanted to. But William Did. We fought, we hated, but our passion was unquenchable. He learned each touch. Learned how each caress could and would effect me.
"Ta...ke... me..." Will gasps, between kisses. I hardly miss his demand; I'm too taken up with shoving my tongue down his throat.
"Lube me," I instruct, reluctantly pulling away from his mouth.
Will's talented fingers tremble as I lean back and he takes the tube from my hand. I rest myself on his legs, my keen eyes watching his every movement. His face is slightly flushed with our kisses and passion. I swear he blushes deeper as I watch him. His eyes lower and I think dark eyelashes bat at me. I smile, the left corner of my mouth lifting. Will gasps again, his body gives a delicious shiver, and he quickly opens up the tube.
William spurts white liquid onto his fingers, then tenderly reaches for my erection. I'm hard and dripping, aching for his touch. I'm not disappointed. Soft fingers finally touch the tip of my cock, extra cool with the white chocolate. I'm suppressing a shudder, trying to remain still and in control, as my lover strokes me. Surer fingers slide further down, spreading the lubrication. I can't hold back a deep groan, as Will's hand wraps around the base of my cock.
"Enough!" I gasp. At last, a deep shiver passes through my body, and I arch back, thrusting my cock forward. But Will's hand is gone. I fight back, gaining control of my desire and look down. Will's eyes are wide, flicking over the length of my body, but always returning to my aching need. The proof of my want for him - my manhood. I almost laugh at the thought. Is Will not a man also? Isn't that why I yearn for him so much? His hard planes, his solid lines, his own dripping cock.
"Open yourself," I growl. Where did this aggressiveness come from? I'm not tender. I am acting as Angelus, but without the insanity... I hope.
"Oh yes, Sire..." Will moans, his head falling back. He manoeuvres himself out from under my legs, and flips himself over onto his front. His ass rises into the air, his head and shoulders resting on the pillow.
It's strange how he's not asking for foreplay. I haven't touched him. We have only kissed, but I feel this desperation to be inside him. I feel his need through our bond, a bond between Sire and Childe that has suddenly flared to life.
"Open!" I snarl.
Will grunts, as he reaches behind his back, strong fingers grasping his butt cheeks, pulling them open. I gasp at the heavenly sight. I want to be buried inside that place forever. I lean forward and lay my finger against his tight hole. It pulsates under my touch, quivering as I press harder.
"Why, Will? Why all this?"
"Please, Sire. Just take me!" Will cries - it is the first time he's raised his voice, since he arrived in my rooms.
I run my finger once again down the trembling backside. Pausing just a moment, to press my finger inside his tight hole. "I shall take you, Will, but only when you say why." My voice is controlled, belaying my deep rooted desire.
"Sire!" Will whines, as I continue my soft caresses, just pausing to push inside and then away. "Please Sire, I feel so empty. I've tried living with it... I really tried, but I'm empty. I don't..."
At last I understand. He's talking about his soul. The boy Will, whom Dru and I turned. He's lived with it for 10 years now. I had thought he'd done extremely well. Maybe though, he's acted as I had. When I first received my soul and tried to return home to my vampire family, I tried to be what I once was. The Angelus who killed without thought, who laughed at the pain of others. I couldn't be him and over time, I lost myself to despair. I was alone and empty.
"I hid it, Sire. I pretended I was the demon. I called myself Spike and thought that would be enough."
I hear a gentle sob, a shiver that passes through, or even down the length of his body... and into mine.
"You are mine," I claim, "My Childe, Will."
Will lets loose a great sob, and I thrust forward. In a second, I'm buried inside my Childe, his muscles contracting around me, trying to adjust to my invasion. He pants, wriggling his backside.
"More," I growl, as the tender tissues of his anus squeeze me and the fleshy cheeks of his butt rub against my coarse hairs. All of a sudden my control is broken. I lean forward, grab his neck in strong fingers and shove him further into the pillow. He gags and wriggles more, but then calms, as I don't release my hold. I push forward even more, making him arch into the contact.
He wants this. Wants me to take him. Own him. Control everything about him. The strange thing is - I want this too. I am willing to do this. I take a deep human breath and start a punishing rhythm. My hand is fixed onto the back of his neck, holding him still, while I thrust like a man possessed, into his tiny hole.
I don't know how long I just pound into him. My body starts trembling with my rising passion, and I feel the onset of orgasm. I've held back as long as I could. I've tried to put into each punishing thrust in Will's body, how much I want him. He's been good. Halfway through, he clutched his cock, holding back his climax. He knows the rules - I always come first.
For the first time, I loosen my hold on this throat, letting his head lift off the pillow. "Beg," I snarl.
"Come... Oh shit... please Sire... come in me..."
"Good little whore," I reply.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" he screams, his body pushing back even more forcibly into mine.
With one last thrust, I tear into his body, feeling his tender lining split under my assault. His hole is stretched beyond belief, and my cock, then balls slide into him. I howl his name as I come. The name of the soul I'm currently fucking.
"WILLIAM!"
"ANGEL!" he bellows below me, and I smell his sudden ejaculation.
I was surprised by the name he chose, but I'm happy he did. This isn't Angelus taking him; this is me - vampire and soul combined into one being - Angel. *I* want him and *he* - Will - wants me.
With a smile on my face, I fall back onto the bed. My eyes are closed and I'm completely exhausted. I feel the bed dip beside me as Will moves, and I stretch my arm out across the bed. With just a moment's hesitation Will comes into my embrace. He rests his head on my chest, and I hear him sigh softly. I flick my eyes open just a second, to check the time. I chuckle when I see it.
"You always could fuck for hours," Will mumbles, sleepily.
"Sleep Childe, you are home now," I whisper, clutching him closer to my chest.
*****
14th December 2012
Angel's Journal:
I hate visions. I hate pain. I hate death. I'm so tired. Today didn't go well. Cordelia had a vision earlier, about the rising of some nasty demon. We made it in time to stop it, but a couple of teenagers died in the crossfire. They were innocents. It is times like these that make me question my mission. Am I helping, or do I cause these events? If I weren't here to fight them, would demons still rise? It's a thought I've had before. The powers send a warrior, therefore the darkness must reply in kind. If I didn't exist, there would be no reason to fight...
And then...
I look up from my journal and notice the package sitting on my desk. Cordelia gave it to me earlier, but I never had time to look at it. I dumped it here, while grabbing a sword for the coming battle. I smile for the first time this day and pick up the ornate box. This time I know who the giver is. My William. The box is the same design as the first, beautifully made. This time, on the front is a depiction of two turtledoves on a branch.
My mind goes back to this morning when I woke up. I awoke alone, no Childe in my arms, and I felt empty. I dressed and went down to search for Will. To my surprise however, it wasn't Will I found, but Spike. He was arguing with Gunn again, his accent back with a vengeance and his temper appalling as usual. He was just the same as he's always been. Then I realise something. This is Spike the charade; William was for me and me alone. My chest puffed up and I grinned at him. For a second, Spike smiled back, then returned to arguing with Gunn. I'm quite happy with that situation. Our liaisons will be private and away from the loud mouthed comments of Cordelia.
I smile again, the same way I had smiled at Will earlier, and pick up the box. I forget today's events and carefully open his gift. Inside is a piece of paper. I read it:
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me...
With little patience I tip the box up and out falls... oh fuck! A pair of handcuffs.
What the hell am I supposed to do with these? I pick them up, swinging them around on my finger. What to do with a pair of... Suddenly, an image fills my head. William. Naked. On my bed. His arms within the handcuffs.
I'm hard in a second. My erection pressing against the zipper of my slacks. I need relief. My hands slips down my chest to the button and zipper.
"Sire?" I stop at the sound of my Childe's voice. His face pokes around the edge of the door. His eyes are bright, and he looks down at my lap. His face changes - flushed with desire and need. "You liked my present, Sire?" he asks, without that north Londoner accent.
Oh, he knows I did. Especially with the thoughts of what I could do to him that had entered my head. My Childe knows me well - both as Angelus and Angel it seems.
"Come, Childe," I purr.
He slowly enters the room, revealing his naked form. I gasp, my hand finding the bulge in my trousers and rubbing it harshly. His eyes never leave me, as he comes forward. Before he can touch me, he submissively drops to his knees. Lithe fingers push my fingers aside and he opens my slacks. I shiver at his cool touch. His hand reaches inside and withdraws my length, but it isn't his hands I want. I look down at the restraints rolling on my finger.
"Turn around Childe, and give me your hands."
A raised brow and a small grin are the only reply he gives me. He gracefully stands and turns, presenting his flawless back. His arms stretch out behind him and I catch his wrists. They are thin and fragile in my grasp, but I feel the strength of his lithe limbs. These handcuffs will not hold vampire strength, but they shall bind him because Will wishes it. I smile, as his whole body shivers when I close the second loop around his wrist. His arms are now drawn up behind his back, and he is unable to use his hands.
"Pleasure me," I breathe, at the sight of him. His chest is strong, and the nipples tight, as his shoulders are pulled back.
Will returns my smile; "Yes, Sire." He drops to his knees and looks upon my strong erection. It's calling to him, dripping my essence onto the woollen material. So damn slowly he leans forward and licks the end of my cock. I groan at his wet mouth. Still so perfect. His sure tongue flicks out again, this time licking the length of me - from tip to base.
"Love your mouth," I moan, as his mouth covers my length, which disappears down a cool throat. My heart flips as I mention that word. Love. Will doesn't seem to have heard, and just continues his glorious pleasuring.
I slip my hand into his soft hair, the bleached blond strands of silk curling around my fingers. He licks, sucks, and pulls at my cock. His mouth is heaven, but I want more. I rub the back of his head, making him look up.
"The bed," I gasp, "now."
I swear that Will's eyes sparkle as I say this. My wet cock slips from his mouth and he licks his lips clean of my pre-cum. Like the night before, Will rises to his feet and climbs onto my bed. I follow, stripping my clothing as I go. Finally, I stand naked before him and his face flushes with his need. How is it I never noticed these responses before? Angelus must have taken William hundreds of times, but I can't remember a time when he looked upon me like this. When his features glowed. When his eyes were filled with... desire... want... need... Love?
"Kneel and wrap your hands around the bars at the end," I order.
With a raised brow Will does, and once again presents me with his firm ass. I shall have him again. This time, with his hands chained to the bed. I walk to the end and unclip one wrist. I wrap the chain around a post, and then refasten it. Suddenly, I change my mind.
"On your back, girl."
Will grins and snarls at me, he can hear no menace in my voice. I'm shocked beyond belief that he doesn't argue back. That he doesn't scream and curse me for saying such a thing. I hope one day, I shall unearth that strength in him again. I must take this slowly, however. I need for William to feel sure of himself and do away with the mask he calls Spike. To merge his two selves together as I have done with my own demon and soul. I like him submissive, but I want a little fight in him too.
"Pansy," he mumbles under his breath.
Ah, so there is a bit of Spike in him after all.
I laugh and move around the bed. It dips under my weight as I climb on. Soft, satin sheets slide under my legs, seductively across my cool skin. Will's skin feels the same. Like satin and silk. Unlike these sheets, his skin is the colour of cream, and the sheets compliment that with a deep burgundy.
"You are perfection, Will," I moan. "You are a feast of the most divine, spread before me."
I slide one hand over his feet and up his leg. It's true - he's as silk. "Mine," I snarl. My other hand joins in the caress, and soon both are gliding over silken flesh, soft as wool but strong as steel. Will moans and gasps under my touch. He writhes below me, thrashing upon the bed. I'm beyond words myself. I can't speak, only take. I shove his legs apart, my hand finds that tube of lube, and I press my fingers deep inside him. Before me, his cock becomes even more erect. I can't resist. I lean forward and lick the length of his manhood.
"Ahhh...Sire..." he groans, his body arching off the bed towards my mouth.
I taste his essence - sweet and salty. A delight in itself. I lick again, bringing more to my lips. Too soon, I've licked him clean. I need more. I bend myself over his cock and take the end into my mouth. I suckle it, pushing the foreskin back and exposing the tiny slit. He groans loudly, and I hear the cuffs whine under the strain.
I pull away a moment, "don't break them," I whisper.
Will gasps, and concentrates on relaxing his arms. Mmmm, I wonder if I can make him snap them?
I take him back into my mouth, sucking for all I'm worth. A deep groan starts in Will's stomach and I hear the beginnings of a purr start. I love that sound. With my free hand, I caress his heavy balls, lifting them and pressing them upwards. That earns me a growl, but not a purr. I dip lower, stroking his silken creamy skin. I move lower still, my finger slick with lube and press into his welcoming passage. Muscles clench around me, as I start to piston my finger in and out. A strange sound rises from his throat, not yet a purr but close. I add a second finger.
"Sire!" he yells, his voice distorted by a deep purring sound.
Yes! I chuckle around his cock, and that purr grows. Finally, as his cock starts to jerk, I pull away. He gasps, sighs and bites his tongue to stop himself from begging for more. He knows the rules.
Will manoeuvres his legs and spreads them wide. I don't even have to ask. I move over, grabbing the lube and covering my cock. I press at his opening and sink in. I shudder as his tightness engulfs me.
"Have you broken them yet?" I gasp, as I withdraw. Will tests the cuffs and they chink as the chain is stretched. "Good beloved," I moan, as I push forward, "keep it that way."
Will yells as I enter him again, stretching him wide open. I like this. I pull all the way out and slam back in. Will screams. Again and again I take him like this. In and out. Pushing that tight ring open and then letting it close. He howls and writhes. His legs clutch me, slipping around my waist and holding tight. I run my hands under his tight buns, lifting him higher. I sink in deeper and deeper with each thrust - the tip of my cock angled to thud against that hard knot inside him. He screams with each touch. I feel my balls tighten, and lift. I'm coming any second. I yell, pushing harder and harder into my Childe's body. He's mine.
"Will!" I bellow, my body arching. I jerk against his hole as I come, in one long... long stream inside of him.
I look down, after the intensity has passed. My eyesight is slightly blurred, but I know my Childe hasn't climaxed yet. Why? Didn't he...
"I broke them..." Will whimpers, holding up his wrists, with the broken cuffs hanging from them.
"Bad boy, I'll have to punish you," I answer, a smirk touching my lips.
For a second, Will's eyes looked worried, then relax. I don't have to do anything to reassure him. I'm shocked, but Will trusts me. I lean down and dispense my punishment. Opening my mouth, I swallow down Will's penis, letting it bury itself in my throat.
"Angel... Fuck! Angel!" Will bellows, and then cums, filling my mouth. I swallow and then lean back, licking my lips. In a blink, Will's lips are on mine and we kiss passionately. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight.
"Sleep Childe," I tell him, my eyes closing, as my Childe snuggles into my embrace. For the first time today, all is perfect.
*****
15th December 2012
Angel's Journal:
Damn! Today was the same! The fucking same! I woke up this afternoon to find my bed empty! No Will wrapped around my body. No sweet hole to plunder. I want him there when I awaken! Damn Childe!
I fling my pen across the room, my mood worsening by the second. The day's been quite, with no visions, but the missing presence of Spike in the office has put me into a foul temper. He's not been seen all day, and even my present arrived late.
I look across the desk at the still wrapped box. I was so angry when it came that I didn't open it. I wanted Will in my bed, and I wanted Spike during the day. I've had neither. Still, this might change my mood. I pick up the wrapped box and rip it open. Inside is another perfectly made gift box. Today on the front is a picture of three Hens pecking at some holly on the ground. Ah, the 3 French Hens. I grin and open it, pulling out the piece of paper. I know what it's going to say:
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me...
3 Massage oils? Strange. I was expecting something like... well, a collar and cuffs, now that would have been interesting. I examine the bottles; the labels are clear - Chocolate, Cherry and Mint. Ahhh... I smile; Mint has a certain effect on vampires. It burns our skin and acts like a vampiric aphrodisiac. My Will has taste.
I wait in my chair for my Childe to appear, but half an hour later there is still no sign of him. I check my watch and it's the right time for him to arrive. He's been here the last two nights at this time. His face materialising at the door, and his beloved voice calling me `Sire.' Damn! Where is he?
I start to pace now, concerned for his safety but also angry at his absence. I want him here. I want...
Suddenly, there is a light scratching at my door.
"Come in!" I shout, anger tingeing my tone.
The door slowly opens, and my Childe appears. He's totally naked, but unlike last night his body is covered in bruises and cuts. I gasp at the sight of him, my hand reaching out to touch his blackened face. His eyes are down cast, hiding from my gaze. I lift his chin, studying the cut lip and the black eye. The bruises are fading due to vampire healing, but he's taken quite a beating.
"Who... how..." I gasp.
Crap! I could almost kick myself. Of course I know what happened. Spike got drunk again, he got himself into trouble and then let a bunch of humans beat him up. I say 'let' - because he welcomed it. He wanted the punishment and the pain. His soul ached to be hurt for what he has done in the past. I sigh.
"Get on the bed," I order.
Will doesn't answer, just walks over to my bed and lies upon it. His body trembles lightly as he awaits my next commands. I'm not sure what I should do. He's broken and bleeding, while I'm hard and desperate.
I pick up the massage oils and cross over to the bed, striping as I go. When my weight dips the soft mattress, Will's eyes flash open and he looks up at me. There is shame in his gaze, but he says nothing.
"You have misbehaved, Childe," I warn, "but we shall deal with punishment later. First, I think we can put these to some use." I hold up a massage oil bottle and uncork it. Beneath me, Will sighs in relief, his body stretching out on the bed. I pour some oil into my hand and rest it into his stomach. I've chosen Cherry because I know how he loves the smell of it.
I stroke the length of his chest, spreading the warming oil as I go. I add more, and repeat the action. Will groans as I start to massage his tense abdominal muscles, and move slowly across his belly and lower chest. I take my time, spreading more oil and then moving up to his upper chest and collarbones. I stroke tense shoulders, add more oil, and move down trembling arms. He bites his lip as I press against black and blue skin, but I don't stop. Finally, I massage his neck and then move down to his legs. I miss his aching rod, to rub firm thighs and knobbed knees. I caress his strong feet, rubbing my thumbs over sensitive insteps. He giggles softly into his arm, trying to hide his delight as I linger.
"Turn over," I gasp, a fierce burning spreading through my body at his responses.
Will does, moving faster than a flash of lightning. I dribble oil up his legs, and continue this journey. When I reach his firm buttocks, he willingly pushes up into my touch. His butt rising and falling under my hands.
"Stop!" I order as the flat of my hand slaps the supple flesh. His ass reddens under my touch.
"Sire!" William yelps, his body jerking.
Like that did he? He returns to lie on the bed, and I move up to massage his back. I work my fingers hard, softening the worst knots of his spine, and then finally, relaxing his neck.
"Better?" I whisper into a sleepy ear.
"Yes, Sire," William answers, his voice mumbled by the pillow.
"Good," I swiftly move back, crouching over his legs and slap that round ass.
"OW!" William screams with the first stinging slap. Again and again, I bring my hand down, hitting his tender flesh repeatedly. I slap one cheek and then the other, making sure I work around his rump making it all bright red. The message as given him some semblance of a circulation, and the blood flows to the raw flesh, making him glow.
"Sire!" he screams again as he thrashes around under me. "Please, what have I..." His voice trails off, when he understands.
"You were late!" I bellow as I continue my assault. "You came to my room with your body injured. You allowed others to touch you! You stink of booze. But most of all you forgot that I am your fucking Sire, and you always come to me first! I won't be ignored. You shall come here at the friggin' appointed time, naked and clean, and go when I fucking order it!" I'm snarling, growling as I continue to slap my Childe's now burning ass. He writhes and sobs on the bed, begging me to stop. I don't hear him, just continue to shout. I slap him with the palm of my hand until I can't lift it anymore. I stare at my fingers, swollen and reddened just like his burning backside. At last, my anger is sated and I calm down.
"Sire, forgive me! Please! I'm so sorry, it won't happen again. Please!" Will's arms cover his head, and he sobs into my pillow.
"You are forgiven, Childe," I whisper, stroking the planes of his back. He shivers under my touch, but I smell no fear from him. His sobs subside and he moves one arm. A blurred blue eye looks into mine.
"You shall massage me now," I tell him. Will nods and lifts himself to his knees. He rubs his nose with an arm, and then laughs as I curl my lip in disgust. "Clean yourself up first."
William vanishes into the bathroom to appear moments later, his face washed and fresh. I move myself into the centre of my bed, my back displayed to him. I hear his breath catch at the sight, and smell his increased arousal. The bed dips as he climbs on beside me and he picks up the bottles. I wonder which he shall pick - the chocolate or the mint. Seconds later, my question is answered as the smell of freshly picked mint fills the room. I sigh as the scent makes my nose tingle.
Oil is dribbled onto my back, and then fine strong hands rub it into clenched muscles. Damn, I never realised how tense I was. He works hard, his fingers digging in deep, but never hurting just soothing. He's better than any professional is. His fingers warm with the oil, and the smell is amazing. It burns my lungs to breathe it in. I lose track of time, losing myself into Will's powerful touch. He works over my back, down my legs, up my arms, and then... he stops.
"Sire... err... can you turn over?"
I smirk at him, enjoying the shiver that travels the length of his body at that sight. I turn on my back, giving him my front, and the evidence of my desperate need. My cock is totally erect and dripping. He smiles slyly at the sight, and starts to pour more oil over my chest. His fingers rubs over my nipples and I gasp. Okay, I can't take anymore. The smell of the mint has all my thoughts on one thing only - fucking Will.
"Get on!" I gasp. I grab the oil from his hands, and tip it over my length. I snarl at the heat, but a little pain is damn good. It makes the pleasure so much sweeter. I grab Will's hips and drag him forward. He struggles a moment, unsure about this. That oil is sure going to burn his delicate hole. "Get the fuck on!" I snarl.
"Sire, the oil..." he gasps.
"Yes, it's gonna burn... just as I burn." My face changes under the strain. My cock is begging to cum, but I have every intension of climaxing in only one place - Will's tight little butt.
For a second, I wonder if William is going to refuse me. His body tenses, but then he crawls forward. He positions himself over my thighs, and lifts his hips. My hands wrap around his waist and I push him down.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk," I scream. My voice echoing around the room as Will impales himself on my throbbing dick. I cum in a second - filling his passage, but the best thing is, with the stimuli of the Mint, I'm still hard. William's eyes are like saucers when he realises this. Oh, he's in for a long, *long* night. One that is going to go on forever!
I start to laugh and thrust into his constricting passage. He's always been so tight, a virgin when I turned him - in every sense. I dig my fingers into his hips and thrust harder.
"No!" Will screams, "not so deep... please it hurts!" My Childe arches painfully on my cock and I thrust again, my thighs slapping against burning flesh. "Sire!"
Ah yes, his beautiful burning arse. Those butt cheeks that have my handprints firmly imbedded into them. His cheeks that strike against my skin with each harsh thrust. I increase my movements, my hips rising off the bed with each plunge. I smell blood as my fingers cut into his hips, holding him down so tightly.
"Sire! It burns!" Will begs, his body shaking and trembling above me. His tiny hands digging into my chest, nails cutting into my nipples.
"Yes!" I bellow, cumming again deep into this body. This time I feel a cool splash on my chest of my Childe's seed. Damn, I'm still hard!
"Sire...Sire...Sire!" Will pants, his body collapsing under the strain of my assault. His head falls onto my chest and his sweat drips on my skin, cooling the hot oil. I shiver at his touch cool against my oil burned skin. I move even harder, feeling William's passage loosen as I split him open.
I shove my hand into his hair and drag his face to mine.
"MINE!" I snarl, my fangs dripping as my mouth waters just from thinking about his divine taste.
"Oh god, yes," he pants, his eyes widening as I make my claim. I move my hand down to the back of his neck, and drag him to my mouth. I sink my fangs into his throat, before he realises what I'm doing. This is the first time I've drunk from him since our reunion. His blood fills my mouth, scorching him me with his power. My childe fills me again. I taste him, his soul, his love and oh god, I taste his love.
For the fourth and last time I ejaculate into him. I jettison cool sperm deep into his searing bowels. Oh shit, I can feel him his presence inside me. I feel his essence cover my chest. I feel his powerful climax throb through his body, as his hands clutch me to him. I feel his heart beat just once.
Finally, I have to pull away. I have to break this intimate contact of mind, spirit and body. Nothing can last forever, but I sure can have Will again. I let go of his throat, letting him collapse into my embrace. His body trembling with the violence and passion of our coupling, just as mine is.
"You shan't disobey me again," I whisper into his ear.
"No Sire, I'm yours," he replies, his wet face pressed into my hard throat.
Another perfect end to another perfect day.
*****
16th December 2012
Angel's Journal:
It's night again, and I've come to write down my thoughts....
Thoughts.... Today was boring. Nothing happened... Oh, we stopped another Judgment Day, but that's all. No, what I mean is, nothing happened between me and Spike. We kept our distance. Damn, I wanted him to talk to me. I awoke *again* without him beside me! I wanted him there. I made him promise to be there, but he wasn't!
I throw my pen across the room - again - and it shatters against the wall. Today, I was too busy to look at Will's latest present. I stare at it now, as though it can answer that question. Why won't he stay with me? Why won't he lie in my bed as we sleep? Why won't he be the first thing I see when I awaken?
I pick up the package in my hands, testing the weight. Today it feels heavier than the other 3. I wonder what my 4 gifts shall be. All other thoughts and concerns flee my mind as I open the box. Inside is the customary piece of paper - which I always read;
On the forth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...
Below that is an opaque plastic bag. I pull it out and it chinks. It's quite heavy, so I tip it out onto my desk. Chains! 4 lengths of chains with cuffs on the end. Oh Childe, you have such wicked ideas.
I take up the chains and cross over to my bed. Now, how to use them? How to... Ah yes. There's a thought. Last night, after the death of those innocents, my Childe went out looking for pain. He wanted to be punished for what he was. I shall show him he need not go looking. I can dispense love and pain; I can give him that chastisement if he wants it. I can be all things.
Unlike other nights, I strip of my clothing and start attaching the chains. I've abandoned the idea of the bed and decided to string him up in the doorframe. Now, I just have to wait for the appointed time. Which should be right about...
"Sire?"
Now.
"Come in, Childe," I call, watching the door as he quietly opens it, and sneaks his naked body inside. I never tire of that sight. His perfect lines, his pale features, and that purer than blond hair. His body smells clean, freshly washed, and his hair is still damp. My eyes never drift from his hair. It's not combed back, as it usually is - straight and slick. Now it falls across his forehead and curls around his well-defined head.
I hold my hand out, and he approaches with a small smile on his lips. He takes it, his hand still has a lingering warmth from the shower, and I close my fingers around it. I draw him close; landing a small kiss on artificially warmed lips.
"Interesting gifts," I whisper, learning forward to lick his ear.
"Thank you, Sire," he answers with a moan.
I have to literally pry myself away from his body; there are things we must do before I take his pure form. I have to give him something. I raise my hands to his face and cup his pale cheeks. Blue eyes find mine, and I can almost hear his questions. Will, however, is well behaved and says nothing. Not like Spike would.
"Childe, tonight I have a gift for you. Yesterday you searched for pain, for punishment. I can give you that. I can take your pain young Will, and give you nothing but pleasure."
"Sire..." Will starts, but he bites his lip. Then rethinks, "I can walk after humans beat me... I couldn't..."
Crap! I know what he means. When Angelus wanted, Spike couldn't walk for a week after his punishments.
"I'll take your guilt, Will, then afterwards I want you well enough to fuck."
William's eyes widen at my coarse wording. His body relaxes, and when I take his hand and lead him over to the chains he follows willingly. He's not totally comfortable however, and I feel him tense when I lock the first cuff around his wrist. I can smell his apprehension and fear. He's known me for three years now, he knows I'm not Angelus but he's not quite sure that I can control the demon during this kind of session. I know I can, I'm not in conflict with my demon any longer. I am a vampire, and nothing I can do can change that. So why fight it?
When I lock the last cuff around his ankle, and stretch the chains tight, I just have to stand back and admire the view. And what a view! My Childe, William, fettered with his limbs rigid in a star shape. His cock is hard, slapping against his flat stomach, and his eyes dilated with desire. It seems not even his fear can effect his libido.
"You Childe... are magnificent!" I proclaim. My eyes scour his form again, and I swear he blushes. His gaze drops to the ground, and the cock sways, slapping his belly. "Tell me, Childe, do you wish me to take your suffering?"
Will's eyes find mine and for the longest time, he's so quiet that I'm afraid he's going to say no. Tell me to get stuffed or something. I don't know, but I think that this is a defining point of our relationship.
"Take me, Sire," he finally whispers. "Take this pain away, make me whole."
Well, that does it for me. Without a thought, I crush my lips to his, my tongue fighting violently with his. I lap, nip and bite his lips. I kiss and kiss until I have to break away. His taste is making me feel light-headed. When I stand back Will is panting, as if he needed to breathe. His cock drips continually, leaving a wet smear on his finely muscled abdomen.
Ah, I've just remembered a small problem. I have no... instruments. Only my hands, my body, and my mouth... Ah well, I suppose I don't need anymore. I grin at my Childe and survey the feast before me. He's looking a little pale - a little nervous. My first movement is slow and gentle. I run my hand down his left side, touching the chest and ribs, running down to his waist and finally encircling around his hipbone. Will catches his breath. I repeat the action on the other side, this time ending it with a quick, harsh slap on his buttock. Will gasps loudly, his eyes widening in surprise. I repeat the action on the other side. Another gasp. I slap him again and again in the same place, and then he moans loudly in pain. I move onto the other cheek, slapping him hard.
"Sire," he groans when the pale flesh becomes dark from my hand.
Now it's time for a little pleasure. I kneel before my childe, my face looking up to his.
"Sire?" This time the word is a question. He hasn't a clue what I'm doing. He won't think the obvious. I lean forward and lick the end of his cock. "Angel," he moans my name in a way I've near heard before. To encourage him, I take the head into my mouth, sucking profusely. As I lick and suck, I slip my hand between his legs and massage his balls. I hear a loud groan, his head falling back as I continue my assault. As soon as he relaxes I draw back.
"No!" he snaps, his voice sharp and demanding.
"No?" I question my eyes forced wide in shock.
Will realises what he's done and looks away instantly. A delightful shiver passes through him. As punishment I slap his flat belly. He yelps but bites his tongue. I slap again, and again, making a red handprint around his navel.
"Angel, please!" He begs at last, as the skin starts to blister. "Get the fuck off!"
Now there he is! I stop my hand in mid-air, smiling at his startled face.
"You don't always have to hold back with me, Childe. You have a soul and a demon. Don't fight it."
"Sire, I don't... I don't understand..." Will moans, his head raising to meet my eyes.
I don't answer; I just stroke my finger down the centre of his chest. Enough talking. I move around the back of my Childe, leaning forward occasionally to kiss silken skin. Finally, I stand behind him and I press myself against him. Will gasps as our skin connects, and he feels the strength of my desire pressing into his soft buttocks.
With one hand I run down the length of his firm chest, and grasp his cock. Will moans in loud appreciation. With my other hand I slip between his legs and grasp his balls - hard.
"Angel!" Will cries, his head falling back onto my shoulder. His arms tense and he pulls at the chains holding him spread eagle.
I remain silent and pump his length. He cries, shivers and struggles in my gasp. He's feeling intense pain and pleasure all at the same time. I increase my grip, feeling the tender tissue bruise. He pants, pushing back against me as much as he can. His pale buttocks thrusting against my cock. I release his cock for a moment, and move my hand to his tender cheeks.
Damn! No lubricant... Oh wait. I reach behind me, and touch the table at the end of the bed. There is the third bottle of massage oil. I flip it open, smelling the delicious smell of chocolate. I coat my cock, and fingers. Next, I press two digits between his cheeks finding that tight opening. He gives a scream as I push in, the tight muscles tensing but then gives under my touch. He wants this as much as I do. I can't wait any longer. With one swift movement, I remove my fingers and shove forward.
"Bloody hell!" Will yells.
With one thrust I'm buried deep within him. He contracts around me, squeezing me in a delightful way. So tight - so damn tight - I feel as though he'll squeeze my cock off. Now with a free hand I return it to his throbbing length, and with the other still on his teste, I start to move. In and out. In and out. I look down, my own desire increasing exponentially with the sight of my penis appearing and disappearing into his firm body.
"More!" Will screams in pure desire.
Who does he think he is? I'm in control here. I remove my hand from his balls, and slap his straining thighs. Will's pants turn into screams and begs. My name mixing with gasps of desire and pain. I pump, slap, pump, slap. Over and over, I feel his skin splitting under my assault, red welts raising on white flesh. His internal muscles contract around me, and seconds later, he covers my hand with his creamy climax.
I can't hold back any longer. I yell, my face morphing. My fangs ache for something. I dive forward and bury them into the willing flesh of my Will's shoulder. He screams again, his body trembling, straining in his bonds. His cool blood fills my mouth and I swallow greedily. I can't stop this time. I drink and drink as my orgasm overtakes me. I feel my Childe surrender to me. The demon inside him recognises his owner and master. The soul screaming at me to never stop, to take his suffering and pain. So I do. I don't stop. I drink and drink. Never stopping. I show him that I'd do anything for him. He's mine. My Childe. My beloved.
Hours later:
The bed is warm with thick covers keeping the heat in around us. My Childe lies wrapped around me, he's still unconscious and I know that when I wake up - he'll be here.
*****
Day 2: On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Two Turtledoves
Day 3: On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Three French Hens
Day 4: On the forth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Four Colly Birds