17th December 2012

Angel�s Journal:

He did it again! Damn, blasted Childe did it again!

I can�t believe it. How the hell did he manage to do that? I awoke after draining Will and fucking him into oblivion to find him gone! Gone! With no sign that he was even there! I have no idea how he managed it. I drained him! He hardly should have been able to move, never mind crawl out of my bed!

Right, that didn�t work.

He gifts me with his body for a night. He gives me presents. But he will not give himself. He won�t actually sleep with me!

Fine!

Oh, today. What happened? Err... Cordelia decided she�s having an early Christmas and has taken the week off. I think everyone else did too... I wasn�t really paying attention at the time. I remember going downstairs, doing a little work and talking to my family, but my mind wasn�t really on it. I stared at Spike all day. Then when his present arrived by parcel delivery, he vanished. After that I couldn�t concentrate on anything. I just want the appointed hour to come.

I put my pencil down. I�ve given up on pens. They are too expense and I just end up breaking them. I brought myself a big box of wooden pencils. I�m sure they should last.

I look over to the package sitting on the other side of my desk. I�ve decided not to open it until the time is nearly upon me. I can�t stand the tension - thinking of what I�m going to do with Spike�s gifts. I lean over and pick it up. Today it�s very light, and smaller than all the others were. I carefully unwrap the brown paper, and take out the superbly made box. This one is a treasure. It�s all velvet, with the same designs of holly and berries, but done in embroidery. On the top, in gold thread, are 5 golden rings all intertwined.

I carefully open it and pull out the piece of paper.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

Five gold rings. Well, four and something that looks like a half moon shape. A navel stud? On the front it has a large red heart. The other rings are like earrings. What can I do with four earrings? A cock ring would have been nice. But four earrings? Damn Will, you�ve made it hard tonight.

"Sire?" I look up startled into the concerned face of my Childe. I never heard him knock or enter. "Do you not want me tonight?" he asks concerned. I see confusion and hurt in his eyes. When I didn�t reply to his knock he must have thought I didn�t want him. That I was refusing him and his gift.

"Will, I�m so sorry. I do want you here; I was just contemplating your gift."

"You don�t like them," he comments, looking down at the five rings in my hand.

"Oh yes," I admit, "I like. I just can�t think of where I shall adorn your body with them."

A delicious tingle runs through Will�s entire form. His bright eyes find mine, but he looks away shyly. I wonder what he had in mind when he brought them.

"Where do you want them, Childe?" I ask huskily. A faint blush colours Will�s cheeks, and his eyes firmly fix to the floor.

"I err... I was thinking... the navel ring, err... nipples... err... ear?"

"Three in your ears?" I ask in wonder. It�s a funny thought. Maybe I should use one for his nose?

"I...was thinking... maybe... if you wanted... you could use a couple..." His voice is so soft and acquiescent, but he stops mid sentence.

For the first time I notice that William is naked, just as the last couple of nights. I lean forward in my chair and take his hand. He is startled by my soft, gentle touch, but follows my direction. I pull him nearer and his lithe form slips into my lap. With my free hand I rub my fingers down the knobs of his spine. Another delightful shudder passes through his body. I groan as he presses himself deeper into my embrace, his butt resting on my erectile rod, and his head burrowing into my shoulder.

It takes me a moment to just process what he�s said. Use a couple on me? *He* wants to pierce *me*?

"I don�t think... Why?" I ask confused. Why would he think that I would let him?

Soft fingers reach up and stroke the edge of my jaw. I sigh into his cool touch, and then he moves upwards to my ear. He strokes the shell tenderly.

"You have such beautifully sculptured ears, Sire. They are perfect. Not overly large, just right. They curve so..." His words are lost as he shifts forwards to take my earlobe into his mouth. He sucks lightly, his long tongue flicking out to touch the edge. Suddenly, I feel the nip of teeth and I groan. My hands clutch him tightly to me.

"Perfect ears then... Will, I never knew you had a thing for ears." I chuckle softly into his own ear, returning his passionate kissing. I must admit that no one has ever kissed my ears before. I kinda like it.

"It would make your ears more defined with a couple of rings... here." Will moves up my ear to the curve at the top and nips gently. I groan, my hand slipping into his fine hair and holding him tightly.

"Hmm..." I mumble into his neck. I kiss the soft skin, considering his words. I�ve made my decision. I quickly shift my hands under Will�s legs and lift myself out of the chair. He gasps as I twist and dump him onto the edge of the desk. I shove the pencils and paper aside, clearing off the dark wood surface. Will riddles about until he sits on the edge facing me. Long muscled legs lift and wrap around my waist. I groan as our cocks rub together, and he tightens his hold creating a delicious friction when we move.

I press him closer with one hand in the middle of his back, so our groins are still firmly fixed together. "Lean back on your hands," I direct, whispering to his small shell-like ear. For a moment, William looks down to my other hand and smiles when he sees I still hold the five rings. He leans back giving me full access to his chest. Then I notice something new. I slide a finger down the centre of his hairless chest to his navel. There is a hole.

"Will, what?"

"I got it today, I was afraid it would have healed by now. I took the stud out at the door."

My finger strokes the change in his flesh. I feel the indentation and I know it needs something. I set the rings on the table and take up the naval one. I unclip the bottom, slipping it thought the tiny hole and then reattach the stud. I shiver at the sight of the red heart on my Child�s belly.

"Oh Sire," Will groans, "Please, I need..." His eyes look down at my crotch. "Please, I mean, I wish to pleasure you."

"Keep still," I order, my fingers leaving his skin. I flip the button on my slacks and unzip them. My cock springs free, revealing I�m not wearing underwear. I lean forward again, his legs tightening around my waist, until our cocks rub together deliciously.

"Now, the other two." I pick up two more gold rings. "You talked about nipples..." I grin, and lean down to lap at his hardening nipples.

"Oh Sire," he whimpers. His hips press fiercely against mine, crushing our lengths together. He rocks desperately, his legs tightening.

"You want this, don�t you, Will," I state. "You want me to claim and mark. To give you symbols of my desire."

"Oh god, yes!" he cries, his rocking frantic.

With the last shred of my restraint, I yanked my desk drawer open and grab the lube of lubricant. With shaking fingers I flip the lid and smear it all over my cock. I shift my hands and lift his clenching buttocks. I align my cock and shove forward.

"Argh!" he screams at the top of his lungs as I sink into his unprepared passage. He�s so damn tight! His muscles flutter around me as his channel trying to adjust to my cock. "So good!"

"Glad you approve," I groan into his ear, kissing him just under his lobe. He shivers delightfully, his body undulating against me. "Now keep still!" I snarl.

Will�s eyes widen in surprise, and uncertainness. To put him at ease, I pick up two of the rings. Will�s friction heated channel clenches in anticipation, and his head falls back in complete surrender. I feel his skin become slick with a thin sheen of blood sweat. I�m surprised by his reaction. Spike - the demon side - would never *ever* agree to this. He�d fight, scream and resist with every fibre of his being. But William, his form arching into my touch, is he�s begging me to put a clear symbol on him. To give him something that shows he�s mine. I give it willingly.

William rests his head on the desk, his legs firmly wrapped around my waist, and my cock deep within him. I stroke the puckered nubs, making them solid under my touch. They shiver beneath my fingers, and his flesh goose pimples. I don�t ask if he�s ready, I act. With one swift movement, I ensnare a dark pink nipple, squeeze and stab the ring in. William screams, pain flares, blood flows, but at my crotch I feel him climax. This above all things shows that we are vampires. Only our kind of demon could orgasm from pain alone.

"It�s beautiful," I whisper to Will, before sucking the injured nipple into my mouth. I suck and pull at the new addition to his chest. The ring rolling on my tongue. I think I like this new equipment - I pull lightly feeling his cock respond positively to my attentions. I continue to suck, lick and roll. I want him erect again before I do the other. I lap away the little blood I�ve caused, moaning as I touch his essence through his veins. I taste desire, want and desperate need. Need to be claimed.

Finally, I pull away and pick up the next ring. Will gasps and arches on top of the desk. His anus squeezing me tightly as passion takes over his body.

"Oh please, again!" William cries, his fingers digging deeply to the solid wood. He�s going to leave nail marks, ah, something else to punish him for.

I take the other unadorned nipple between my fingers and start my work. As soon as he�s hard I spear the tender flesh. Will lets loose another wail, and covers my chest, leaving me dripping with his second ejaculation. I take the bleeding teat into my mouth and suck like a babe. Will screams and bellows at my rough treatment. I start my rhythm now. My cock drawing out of his tight hole and slamming back in again. His hands slip down the desk and with his gifted dexterity he grabs my butt, holding tight as I pound inside him.

This blatant display is enough to send me right over the edge. I scream my orgasm into his flesh, my teeth digging in deep. I flood his passage with cooling seed as his blood fills my mouth. It feels as though my climax goes on and on forever. Waves of pleasure flow through me from my cock and the bond with my Childe. He�s screaming inside the blood, filled with lust and mindless need. He clings so tightly with soul and demon that I feel as though I am drowning inside him.

"Sire?" Will�s hands stroke through my hair comfortingly. I don�t know how long I�ve lain here since my orgasm passed.

"Hmmmm," I reply happily. I have no desire of moving whatsoever!

"Do you want to use the other two?"

I had forgotten about the last two rings. What did Will say? My ears? I grin and lift my head. I kiss his lips slightly and finally withdraw from his body. He collapses onto the desk, his limbs flaccid and lifeless. It seems I�ve totally sated him, just as he�s satisfied me.

I walk away from his naked body and into the bathroom. I quickly clean my chest and cock of our combined fluids, and open the cabinet. Inside, I grasp the surgical spirits, cotton wool, and a long needle used for sowing up wounds. When I return to the desk, Will hasn�t moved. His eyes are closed and he seems to be almost asleep.

"Childe, you shall attend me," I command, setting my instruments down. One blue eye flicks open, catching my gaze and then moving down to my hand. He gasps lightly when he notices the bottle of clear liquid.

"Sire? You want me to...?"

"Yes, Will. I want you to piece my ear twice just above the pinna." I pinch the top of my right ear, showing him where I want the two rings.

Will�s eyes dilate with sudden desire, when he knows he�s getting his wish. He quickly sits up and starts to clean the needle. I return to my chair and sit, swinging it around so I�m facing sideways. I shudder at the cold touch of the spirits and his fingers. I have no idea how this feels; I�ve never been penetrated before. I�m glad he�s quick. I feel a sharp - extreme - pain, as the needle enters the thin flesh of my upper ear and through. I bite my lip to prevent making any sound. I won�t show weakness before my Childe. Will cleans the wound again and then pushes the ring through. He repeats the action under the first, and when the second ring is in, I sigh in relief.

"They are beautiful, Sire," William whispers into my ear, kissing the rings as he does.

"Thank you, Childe," I reply, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. Will blushes delightfully and I take his hand. "Come on, I�m in need of a some rest." I drag him over to the bed, stripping as I go. When I�m naked and Will�s eyes catch my apparent arousal, he knows I have no intent of sleeping.

"Me too, Sire," he says slyly, his eyes flashing with growing desire. "Suddenly, I�m very tried."

We kiss passionately, falling onto the soft mattress. I can�t imagine what his next gifts will be, but I don�t know if they can get better than this.

*****
Day 6: On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Six Geese Laying

< Note: Ben Wa balls - Chinese relaxation balls which are rolled in the hand. They are self-reflexology and supposed to promote calmness and increased levels of positive Chi. >

18th December 2012

Angel�s Journal:

Whine! Whine! Whine and whine some more! That�s all they do!

There are times I hate my human family and that is an unusual emotion for me. I don�t hate anyone... apart from Wolfram and hart, the IRS... Well, you know what I mean. Even Angelus didn�t hate. Well, today I did. It started as soon as I came downstairs. There was an uproar when Cordelia noticed my new jewellery. Gunn couldn�t stop staring at my ear. While Connor was seriously scandalized. Then when I told them who had done it, well, they just went over the top. Cordelia actually said that Spike was corrupting me and I should make him leave. Spike was corrupting *me!*

In the end, I reminded them that they were all officially on holiday, and to leave me alone. I know one thing, even though they hurt me, I�ll forgive them. It shall blow over, but no matter what - if they force me to choose between them and Will - I shall choose him.

Crap! I think... I think... Damn it! I can�t write it.

"I think I love him." I say to myself. I can speak the words. I can think the words but I can�t write them. Oh, I�ve loved Spike/William (whatever!) for years now, but I think I�m falling IN love with him. The kind of love you want to wake up next to in the morning. The love that you want to argue with, make up with, and sometimes just talk with. The love where you can be alone, do your own thing, but you�re always together.

Oh damn, now I sound like a romance novel.

I fling the pencil across the room, hearing the lead snap against the far wall. I pick up another half pencil and ponder what else to write. I look at the pencil and grin. It�s broken in half - they all are. They received some damage from yesterday�s activities on this very desk. I fucked him here. In fact, I think I can still smell his cum all over it. Yep, I�m never going to clean this desk.

"Sire?" A knock at the door, and I know it�s the appointed time for William�s visit. The moment he changes from Spike into William. The second he becomes mine again. Damn, I�ve got to stop reading Cordelia�s Cosmo Magazine. Next, I�ll be asking him to marry me!

"Come in, Childe," I call, putting the pencil aside and leaning back to admire the view.

It�s not what I expected. One: he�s clothed and two: he�s holding my present. I was a little upset when it didn�t arrive, but with all the arguing with Cordelia and family, I didn�t have time to think about it.

"Will, you�re..." I stutter.

"I�m leaving, Sire. I know the others don�t want me here. They fear I�m going to bring Angelus out... maybe they�re right." He looks down at this feet and shuffles over to the desk. He puts the parcel down and quickly backs off.

"Leaving? Why?" Damn, he must have overheard us. Well, it was pretty hard with Cordelia trying to break the sound barrier. I sigh. "Will, sit down."

For a moment, he hesitates. I see flashes of Spike in his eyes and temperament. Shall he remember his place? He is the Childe and I am the Sire. He�s fighting. The demon and the soul. Then he sits down.

"Do you want to leave?" I ask.

"No, Sire."

"Then you shan�t. I�ve already told you, William. I am no longer just Angel. I�m soul, demon, everything. There is no curse, there hasn�t been since that night with Darla. I accepted what I am and we are reconciled..."

William lifts a scared eyebrow at this.

"Well, we came to an understanding. I�m a vampire. But I have a soul and demon living side by side. Just like you are trying to achieve. They can�t understand that because they have never experienced what we have. I�m not going to go all `psycho Angelus� on them or you. I want you here with me. I want to help you. I want you in my bed."

All the tension from Will�s body seems to just vanish with my words. Thank god that over the last 3 years our friendship is deep enough that he trusts me. He instantly relaxes, sagging in the chair.

"Now that has been cleared up, go and get undressed. Lie on the bed while I open your present."

"Yes... Sire." I think he wanted to say more, but thought against it. With swift moves, William is up out of the chair and across the room to my bed, disrobing as he goes.

I have to tear my eyes away from his heaven sent form, and return it back to the box before me. I unwrap the paper and admire the gift box underneath. It�s like all the others in design - the holly and berries, but this one is black lacquered. Almost Chinese looking. I examine the front, six geese in a hut with eggs all around them.

Very carefully, I open the open and a gasp. Not what I expected, but the gift must have been expensive. Inside are 6 perfectly crafted Ben Wa Balls. There are two silver ones with red enamel on one side, and a yin/yang in the centre. Another two are pure gold and strange looking - they almost have a glow about them. The last pair is made from jade. I touch them gently, unwilling to disturb them in their green velvet bed. Instead, I pick up the box and cross over to the bed.

"They are beautiful, Childe," I compliment. I smile, looking over at the naked form resting languidly across the satin sheets. I don�t know which are more perfect him or his gift.

"I thought... well, I was going to get something else, but when I heard... When I was leave-"

I rest my hand against his mouth, stopping the train of thought. He�s not leaving. I won�t let him.

"They are perfect Childe, I�m sure we can find something *satisfying* for the both of us. Now what are these strange looking ones?" I ask pointing to the two gold metallic pair.

"Oh them! There�re new. Electrical Ben Wa balls. They give a little charge when they connect."

I grin slyly when he says this - wonderful wicked thoughts entering my head.

"Lie back," I instruct, taking a couple of balls from the box. When Will rests back, I offer him the Ben Wa walls. He cocks one dark eyebrow, confusion in his baby blues. He attentively reaches out and takes them into one hand. "Do you know how to use them?" I ask.

"Yeah," he replies curiously. His voice sounds like I�ve asked him if he knew what his name was. He rolls the balls in his hand expertly. Damn glad he�s not doing that to mine! I hand him the next pair and he does the same.

"Stretch your arms out on the bed and don�t stop moving them - or I shall stop."

"Angel, what the hell are you going on about..." Will�s voice trails off, realising that he is channelling Spike.

"You�ll see," I purr, leaning over to his chest to give his adorned nipples a quick lick. I shiver at the voice of my demon�s Childe. I want both demon and soul in Will; I want to touch them both.

I step from the bed striping off my clothing. Next, I walk to my bedside table and rummage inside. I know I have one in here. After a couple of moments of frantic searching, I find the small packet. I brought these just in case. I hold up the small gold circle of plastic and smile. I keep them because after making one female vampire pregnant I never wanted it to happen again.

"Err... Sire. We�re vampires you know... I�m not going to give you anything." Will�s voice is totally confused with an added hint of Spike�s humour. He wants to add something more... "Stupid Poof..." he mumbles.

I reach over and slap his head. "This is not for me."

Will is silent as he watches me climb back onto the bed. He licks his lips as my naked length bobs before his face and he tries to catch it with his lips. I shudder, but move back. I settle myself between his legs, and push them open. He acquiesces, spreading his thighs wide. I wonder if the Ben Wu balls are working, calming him - getting him ready for what I have in mind.

I undo the thin plastic condom, and unroll it. Instead of inserting a penis, I pick up the electrified balls and slip them inside. Next, I pick up the tube of lube I keep handy, and slick up my fingers.

"Not a word!" I instruct, knowing without even having to look up that Will�s mouth is hanging open in shock. It�s strange, but in my blood, I can almost feel Spike laughing at Will�s disbelief.

I press my index finger to Will�s tiny puckered hole and push. He gasps as I breach his body, invading deeply. His muscles clench around me, anxiety and desire tightening him. I quickly add another finger, making sure he is stretched, and I scissor my digits to make sure. I pick up the condom and balls, add a finger to his hole, and push them in. It�s a little difficult getting them inside, but after a bit of shoving and a little persuading I do. And what a reaction I get.

"Si-RE! Oh fuck... Bugger! Ow!"

"Tell me," I lean over his prone from, and look up into startled eyes. I don�t move, and the balls lay still in his rectum.

"When you moved them... I felt... oh, it stings. Damn it, you gave me an electric shock!"

"It�s not that powerful." I chuckle and Will scowls. I reach between his legs and push another finger inside. Just a soft touch. I feel a tingle in my fingers...

"Angel!" Will screams, his back arching of the bed.

"Tell me!"

"Touching... oh god, it�s touching my prostate.... Do it again!" He�s writhing on the bed, his head buried in the pillow, and his hips are raising as he tries to get me to move.

"Hands!" I remind him. His fingers had stopped moving the other pairs of Ben Wa Balls. He snarls softly but does as I say. I push my fingers deeper, constantly moving the electrical balls within him. Letting them collide and give out little shocks to his tender flesh.

"Touching... oh Sire... touching..." He keeps repeating that word over and over as I work inside.

Taking pity on my Childe, I lean over his crotch and lick his dripping cock.

"Touching... Fuck me... Oh touching... Sire... me... Lo--- ooo!"

That screech came when I took the end of his penis into my mouth. I suck lightly feeling the acorn shape head throb against my tongue. He�s so ready to come. So close. I take him deeper, sucking with all my strength.

"Yes!" he bellows only seconds later; his cum streaming down my throat. In the back of my mind, I hear the *expensive* Ben Wa balls crash onto the floor. After licking him clean, I let him go and lean back.

I just have to stare. He�s so beautiful! Pale - almost luminous against my dark sheets. His body has frozen in an arch. Perfection - an angel to be sure - and all mine.

Yet, he did drop those balls.

"Open your mouth, Childe. You broke the rules." I slip my finger from its warm place inside him, and start to pump my cock.

William�s eyes widen at my harsh voice, but when he notices my ready dick - he grins. He arranges himself on the bed, and I straddle his head. His deep pink tongue flashes out and he licks his lips. Well, I couldn�t hold back if I wanted too. I just shove forward in one fluid movement. Soft lips part to accept me, and I�m surrounded by cool wetness. My hands grasp the headboard and I start to thrust. I feel my Childe�s throat open and welcome me. He swallows, sucks, and licks - driving me insane. How the hell does he do it? He has the most perfect mouth!

"William!" I bellow as bliss over takes me, and I fill his throat. My whole body trembles in a unique pleasure I only seem to achieve with my Will. With weak legs, I mange to fling myself onto the bed and lie back.

"Stay tonight," I whisper as I feel sleep enter my consciousness.

Will doesn�t answer. He just curls into my side and rests his head onto my chest. Maybe he�ll be there when I awaken.

*****
Day 7: On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Seven Swans Swimming

19th December 2012

Angel Journal:

Something weird happened today. Cordelia apologised to me. She told me that Spike should stay here with me, and the earrings looked pretty cool. Even though they had gone out of fashion a decade ago. Then she waltzed back out of the hotel. I didn�t see any of the others, nor did I see Spike. Which really annoyed me. I wanted to tell him that the humans were fine with his presence.

His present arrived on time today; the deliveryman gave me a leering grin. He said I must have some persistent admirer and I should just give in. I just snarled at him.

So pretty quite day... which is nice... but something was missing.

Spike.

I carefully lay my last workable pencil onto the desk and smile. For some silly reason I feel calm and relaxed today. I pick up the Jade Ben Wa balls, expertly rolling them in my hand. I guess these work. I was angered this morning to find my bed empty, but I know I�m going to win. One way or another Spike will be spending the whole night with me.

It will soon be time for Spike - Will - to arrive, so I reach for my newest present. I unwrap it slowly, savouring the tension and expectation. I reveal the superb handmade box, and look at the front picture. Seven serene swans on a lake. Hmmm, I wonder what his choice shall be for this one. Something water based... I open the box and pull out the paper. Neat flowing script says:

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

What the fuck! I turn the box over and tip out the contents. I laugh. I can�t help it. Inside are 2 large rubber ducks and 5 small bath oils in the shape of ducks. I can�t believe it. I laugh, my voice echoing around the room. I pick a duck up and squeeze it. *Squeak* I giggle. Yes, the Scourge of Europe actually giggled!

There is a knock at the door, and that voice - "Sire?"

"Come," I manage to spit out while laughing.

A very, *very* nervous Will looks around the edge of the door and slowly enters. He has this dazed look upon his face. He�s totally bewildered about my behaviour. Angel - the dark avenger - shouldn�t laugh. I should be stoic, reserved and remember my redemption. I have learned that laughing doesn�t change anything, but it can help me feel better - if only for an instant.

"Come here, Will," I ask. I hold my hand out, and attempt to draw his nervous body nearer. Will takes my hand and allows himself to be drawn into my lap. He settles against my chest, wrapping his frail looking arms around me. He�s naked like the other nights, and ready for me.

"I wonder if you can explain the logic of your gift?" I kiss his ear, sucking it into my mouth for a moment. Will groans, his fingers tightening on my arms. He�s so strong, his fingers digging into my biceps. There are sure to be bruises later.

"I was wondering... well, if you wanted to do something...more human. Like bathing together?" The last part is a whisper.

My laughing stops with my surprise. I never thought about bathing with anyone. It was really a mechanical action to me. Angelus used to bath to wash away the blood, the guts and the evidence. Me - I use them to do the same, but it�s my blood this time.

"Okay..." I answer unsure, "You go run it."

Will happily jumps off my lap, and I playfully slap his rump. He suddenly displays another spark of Spike to me. He wriggles his butt suggestively, giving me a leering grin as he sauntered into the bathroom.

I start to undress as Will runs the bathwater. I�m not so sure about this. I don�t know if I... I shake my head, pushing away the thoughts of Angelus�s actions. I quickly remove my clothing, and grab up Will�s gifts. When I walk into the black and white tiled room, I�m face with a seductive sight. Will, naked and bent over the bath. I shudder, and slide forward. I press myself against his back, my erect cock fitting into the crease of his buttocks. He groans loudly, bending more and pushing back.

Finally, after we rub against each other for a while, Will turns off the bathwater and kneels beside the tub. I shiver at the delicious sight. William, My Childe, naked and waiting to service me. Yet, sometimes I miss that spark of Spike.

I ignore him to begin with and climb into the scalding hot water. I sigh as it caresses my cold skin, heating me artificially. I lean back, allowing the water to fully cover me. I let my head rest on the back of the tub and sigh. I ignore him. I wait, and wait... and just when I�m about to give up.

"It�s bloody freezing on the floor, you know!"

Finally, I was getting a bit worried that I�d lost Spike altogether. I grin over at him, pick up a rubber duck of oil, and squeeze it between my fingers. Oil leaks out and covers my fingers.

"Come here, I wanna wash your pretty ass."

"I�m not wet yet," he complains.

"Are you questioning me, Will?" I ask, putting my Sire�s voice on.

"What?! No... I�m... I�m sorry, Sire," William stutters. For a moment, I heard Spike�s tone, but then it was gone. I know I�m reaching him. Making him comfortable with being demon and soul. I want him to be. I want him to find balance just as I have.

"You don�t have to hide Spike completely, Childe," I reply. But before he can comment, I continue; "now come here and I�ll show you what I want."

Will rolls his eyes, but he�s getting an idea that he�s going to enjoy my plan. He stands beside the bath, his erect cock bobbing before my face.

"Now turn around, and grab your ankles."

Will grins, but does as I command. He presents me his pretty ass, and I press my fingers between his crack. He groans loudly, pushing his butt up into my touch. I find his tiny puckered entrance, and push against it. He gives way easily with the thick bath oil, and I push them deeper inside. I make sure he�s well lubricated before I pull away.

"Now you can get in." I lie back again. I lift my feet out of the bath and let them hang over side. Will gapes at my provocative position. My legs spread open, and my cock bobs happily in the water. The skin covered head poking through the sweet smelling bubbles.

Will climbs into the bath, and I have to fight the desire to push my finger under his chin. I swear he acts as though he�s never seen my body before with his eyes wide and gaping, and mouth open. He settles himself into the water between my thighs, unsure where to put his hands.

"You wanna wash me, Will?" I ask brusquely. I hand over the flannel and he eagerly takes it from my hand. He breaks open a rubber duck, covering the cloth in oil, and then rubs it together to make a foam. I find myself returning his frank stare. He�s looks so appealing when he concentrates. When those eyes focus and his brow draws together. He pulls on his lip and his cheeks flex as he chews the inside.

I groan loudly when his fingers finally touch my chest. He efficiently soaps me up, scrubbing my skin and caressing as he goes. He starts at my neck, then down my arms and across my chest. When he reaches my legs, he stops. I straighten one and offer him it. He takes it and rests my foot against his chest. He cleans thoroughly, finally reaching between my thighs to soap between my balls. I give him the other leg and he repeats the action. This time wrapping the hot soapy flannel around my cock. My head falls back and I whine. I almost want to beg him to suck me at this moment, but I won�t.

"Do you want to turn over, Sire?" Will asks, his cloth at the ready again.

I groan and roll over onto my knees. Will starts to clean my back, moving slowly down to my butt. He rubs the cheeks fiercely, making the flesh wobble. Then moves lower. He rubs the cloth between my cheeks, never once trying to breach me, but stroking over my entrance. I groan and shudder.

Right, I can�t take anymore.

With one swift movement, I�m over onto my back, and up on my knees. I grab under his knees and pull. Will falls back, making a large splash into the bath. He doesn�t struggle or choke as his head goes under water. He�s a vampire and doesn�t need to breathe. I fling his legs over the edge of the bath, and grab his hips. I pull him forward and sink in.

Oh yeah!

The oil has made him super slick and I just slide in like a knife into butter. I shift in the bath, grab the edge with one hand to hold myself up, and clutch his hip with the other. He moves below me, stretching his legs out further. The movement pushes us further up the side of the bath and his face breaks the water.

"You could have waited," he groans. I can tell he�s not angry however, he�s as desperate as I am. His passage is quivering around me, begging me to move. So I do.

It�s a little difficult to continue thrusting. The movement of our bodies send waves across the bath, and as our pounding become more and more vigorous the water starts to spill over the side. Also my grip keeps slipping off his body and the bath. I pant and groan, in time with Will�s gasps and moans. The metal bath complains loudly and whines with our violent thrusting.

"Oh fuck!" Spike screams and cums into the bubbly water. Moments later, his muscles clench me violently, and I fill his hot place. He collapses back as he does, his legs slipping down to wrap around my waist. I let myself drop forward and I lay my head onto his chest. Tapered fingers slip into my hair and he strokes the wet strands.

I let my body relax against his, enjoying our close contact. Will stops his stroking a moment and picks up the small rubber duck on the edge of the bath. He squeaks it.

I laugh, and snuggle closer. He then continues to squeak and squeak the damn thing.

"Will, if you don�t stop squeaking that damn duck I�ll have to shove it somewhere very unpleasant." I shift my hand down his thigh, to his recently vacant hole.

"You wouldn�t dare," Will replies uncertainly.

"No? Wanna test me?" I lift my head from his chest and look deep into bluer than blue eyes.

Suddenly, instead of answering me, Will leans forward and kisses me full on the lips. His tongue laps at my mouth, so I let him in. He sucks at my tongue like a babe, pulling me closer. I loose myself into his powerful touch. His tongue dominating and desperate.

I think we kissed for hours, kissed until the water cooled around us. In the end, we reluctantly dragged ourselves from the tepid water, wrapping each other in large towels, and falling onto the bed.

"Will... did you ever do that with Drusilla?"

"Ah! No! I couldn�t get Dru to do anything like that. She was very partial to clean water."

I smile, but suddenly notice that Will looks distant for the first time. He always gives me his full attention, and this is the only time it�s drifted. I stroke my hands around his body, drawing him close.

"It was a fantasy, wasn�t it?" I realise. "I gave you your fantasy. Sex in the bath with rubber ducks."

"Yeah... Well, I thought that I should get at least one fantasy from this." His voice is so shy, but with an edge of Spike in it.

"I enjoyed it too, Childe." I rest myself back into his welcoming body. "Just never ever let Cordelia see them."

Will actually laughs at that. A soft husky sound. I settle back and listen to him laugh. Now I just have to make sure I can keep him here for the rest of the night. Now I wonder how I can do that?

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Day 8: On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Eight Maids Milking

20th December 2012

Angel�s Journal:

I hate decorations. Cordelia decided this morning that the whole of the Lobby had to spell Christmas. Connor had to drag a huge tree in, and then we covered it in lights, tinsel, baubles, candy canes, bows, chocolate coins, glass angels, you name it - we put it on. It�s amazing the tree took the weight. Then we had to have streamers, wreathes and even more tinsel decorating every wall, door and window. In the end, I felt ill.

I�m not a scrooge; I don�t mind a bit of decoration. When I lived in New York, I always went to see the Christmas trees in the parks and Times Square. But this! It�s just too much.

My friggin� Childe had the right idea. Bastard volunteered to go out and buy some more fairy lights, and never came back again.

That�s it! I�m staying in my room all Christmas. I can�t face that - that disaster downstairs.

Why can�t I have a quite, calm and peaceful Christmas?

I put down my pencil and sigh. Spike�s present sits across the desk from me. I wanted to be a little more relaxed when I opened it tonight. I almost wish it was going to be bath oils again. I grin at the memory. My hot little Will writhing on my cock. His smooth lips and amazing body. I excitedly pick up the package and rip it open, my hands shaking as I do. Inside is the handsomely made box, with today�s decoration of 8 young maidens, dancing around a cow and holding milk buckets. I open it and pull out the hand written note:

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

What are these? I take out 8 small bottles and a few brushes. I�ve never seen these before. I read the label - Body paint.

"Sire?" A shout sounds behind the door. He�s early. "Sire! Come quick!"

Oh crap! I dash out of my room and run into Spike. He�s panicked and I can see why. I should have smelt it, but with the smell of Christmas pot pouri, mulled wine sachets, and fresh pine everywhere, I kinda missed the scent of smoke.

One hour later, after a long shower and cleaning up the mess, I�m left with a bad headache and a burnt out Christmas tree. I come out of the bathroom to a surprise. On the bed lies William, naked and clean. He�s got the 8 bottles beside him and is currently painting his cock with Dark Chocolate paint.

"Oh Will," I moan, "You�ve opened my present." I put a little edge of anger into my voice, but my eyes hold none.

"Maybe I should be punished, Sire?" William grins at me, a light in his eyes and confidence in voice. He�s changing so quickly. In just over a week he�s no longer completely submissive to me. I want him to accept my rule as Sire, but I also wish him to add a little independence and fire. I want to fight him sometimes, just before he backs down of course so I can get on with fucking him.

William puts his brush aside, and lies back. I�m hard with the sight of him, but when he reaches up and grabs the headboard with both hands, I�m overtaken with an urgent - un-refuseable - desire. I�m across the room and on the bed in seconds. I grab his hips and swallow his cock.

"Urgh," he cries, his body arching into my mouth. I growl around his length, and shove him down onto the bed, strong hands holding him still. "Yes! Oh Sire, eat me!"

Oh yeah, I have every desire to do that. As soon as Will�s dick fills my mouth, I taste the overwhelming bitterness of Dark Chocolate. The creamy substance fills my mouth, coating my throat, and I just have to lick and suck it all down. I pull back slightly and start licking frantically at the hardening chocolate. Oh yeah, this is so much better than sex... No wait. This is sex and chocolate.

It doesn�t take William long to orgasm. I�m not surprised too. I�ve sucked him like a lollipop and nibbled at every inch of skin on his cock. I sit back and laugh, as I lick the cum and chocolate from my lips.

"What more paints have you got?" I ask.

Will lies back on the bed, his body sated and he has this strange happy smile on his face. He opens one eye at me, and suddenly remembers who I am and what I want.

"There are two more chocolate, then citrus favours in colours - red, blue, white, black, and yellow."

"Colours?" I hold out my hand and he passes them over. I hold them to the light, examining the bright colours. I grin down at Will, an idea coming to mind. He watches me closely while chewing a fingernail.

"In the drawers there are some cigarettes," I tell him.

"I don�t smoke," William answers automatically.

Ah, Spike smokes. Well, there is really little difference - he should learn that.

"Yes you do. Now light us both one."

William hesitates, questioning whether or not to take up Spike�s habit. It doesn�t take long, I continue to glare and he opens the drawer beside the bed. His long fingers pick up the cigarette packet and takes out two. He finds the lighter and ignites the ends. The smell of expensive tobacco fills my noise, and Will hands me a cigarette. I put it to my mouth and take a deep breath. Damn, I love smoking. Angelus loved it too, which is why I don�t do it in front of the others. But in the privacy of my own room, I can enjoy a couple and feel the heated smoke fill my body. We breathe while smoking - it�s amazing.

"Now close your eyes, and keep still," I command my Childe. William does as I say, enjoying the action of smoking and closes his eyes. I pick up the nearest body paint - a bright yellow - and start my work.

One hour later;

"Sire?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you done yet?"

"As I�ve told you 50 times - no!"

"Sire?"

"Hmmm?"

"What are you painting?"

I don�t answer. I�m not telling him until I�ve finished. And then he�s going to get a shock. I�ve calmed and relaxed totally since I started painting my Childe�s body. I�ve discovered every inch of him, and found some interesting places where I never knew he was ticklish. I like this. I�ve decorated him in accordance to the season. Though, I have no idea on how I�m going to take him when I�ve finished. Can you make love and be in hysterics at the same time?

"Look down," I tell him suddenly. I paint the last curve and put my brush aside. I have finished.

William slowly opens eyes and takes an apprehensive look down. "Fucking hell! Sire!" he wails. He jumps around the bed, as he tries to look at what I�ve painted on him.

"I�m a bloody Christmas tree!"

"Yes, I�ve never fucked foliage before." I laugh, rolling about on the bed. "Hey! Where are you going!"

William stalks out of my bedroom and towards the bathroom. "To wash it off!" he yells back. I jump of the bed and chase after him. I dive across the room, and grab his ankles. We go down into a pile on the floor. I can hardly hold on to him, I�m laughing so hard.

"Bastard!" Will shouts into my ear, but he isn�t really fighting me off.

"Will, my Childe, I�ll make you feel better I promise."

"How?!"

I lean forward and whisper into his ear; "Coat your cock again in chocolate and I�ll ride it."

Williams� eyes widen and his body stiffens in shock. I grab his arm and drag him to his feet. He follows docilely as if drugged. I lead him over to the bed, and direct him to lie down. He does so, spreading his legs slightly as his cock bobs happily against his belly.

I pick up the Chocolate and start to dribble it over his cock. Then I take hold of my own aching length and cover it with chocolate too. William�s eyes widen in wonder.

"Hands on the bars." William does it as quickly as his shocked brain is able. I rest my hands on his hips, and then straddle him. His cock rubs against my ass, spreading cool chocolate. I reach behind me, pull myself open and sink down.

"Ah... Ah..." Will moans, he writhes on the bed below me, trying desperately to keep still as I directed.

"Oh Will," I gasp. My rectum is stretched wide open by his impressive cock. I�m totally filled - nearly to the point to splitting. I shift on his penis and moan again. It�s damn amazing. He pushes against my prostate and I want more. However, my cock needs attention too. "Shift up," I direct Will. We shuffle up the bed, gasping as we go, until he�s curled up against the headboard. "Now suck." My cock sways before his face and he only has to lift his head to catch it.

Now this is good! My ass filled with his cock and mine in his wet mouth. The suction of which is amazing. He starts to suck and lick the chocolate from my erection. I reach back, lift his legs, hook my hands under his knees and start to fuck myself.

"Sire! Sire!" William screams around me until his voice his raw. I arch my back, driving Will�s cock towards my prostate. I can feel my orgasm build low in my stomach and balls. I shove him deeper, and he sucks harder.

"Oh yeah!" I gasp. My cock slips further into Will�s throat, I throw back my head and scream with my climax. I flood his mouth, and seconds later, he sprays my insides.

"Oh bugger!" William yells. He lets go of the post and wraps his arms around me. I fall onto my side beside him and rest my head onto his painted chest. I laugh as I realise I�m right next to a red Santa covering his nipple. I have just got to find a camera.

"Sire, you won�t tell anyone about this, will ya? This paint stuff..." Will asks nervously.

"No Childe," I lie.

William closes his eyes for sleep and when his breathing slows and stops. I sneak out of his arms and search for the camera.

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