Angelus:

Lost in the sensations of the kiss, he barely realized the girls had returned. Flashes of color caught his peripheral vision as he rolled on top of William on the bed and he looked up to the main room of the suite.

Darla held the door open as Drusilla led a young man into the rooms. He wasn't much of a man, really-barely eighteen by the look of him. His skin was plump and flushed from the cool night air and he wore the garb of a student. His pretty dark eyes regarded the suite with wonder and fear, but his attention went immediately back to Drusilla. She had him utterly in her thrall and he couldn't stop watching her, wanting her.

"Look what they've brought you," he whispered to William. "An educated entree."

William tilted his head back and peered into the other room, scrutinizing the student. "Where the `ell did they find him at this time of night?"

Angelus remained where he was, arms wrapped around William's naked body, covering him with his much larger frame. With his head tilted back in that manner, William's neck was exposed invitingly. Angelus lowered his head and sucked at the tender spot just below the young one's chin. He heard Darla come into the room. She stood in the doorway and tittered a mocking laugh.

"Oh, my," she said. "You lads wasted no time, did you? Such naughty boys." She walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning toward them on the mattress. Playfully she tugged William's velvety earlobe and he gave her an indulgent smile.

Angelus glared at her. "I told you I wanted to be alone with him."

"Do you?" she returned. "Well, you'll have to get that by his possessive mistress, won't you? She intends to be part of this little ritual, Angelus."

Looking up at the bedroom door, he saw Dru there with her elegant arms around the neck of the young student they'd brought back. She guarded the boy like a predator over a fresh kill that was still kicking on the ground. Holding Angelus' gaze, she spoke very softly.

"Why is my William naked and you're not?"

"Dru," William began but she flashed him a look that silenced him on the spot. His input was clearly unnecessary.

Angelus raised up so he was sitting on his knees, then he slipped his arms out of his open shirt, tossing it on the floor. Reaching down, he brought William's hands up to the waistband of his trousers and instructed him wordlessly to take them off. When this was done, Angelus straddled the blond one again, his cock straining up his belly and his full balls pressing against William's. He never took his eyes off Drusilla.

"Better?" he whispered.

She looked at his body covetously, taking it all in at her leisure. The captive boy in her arms whimpered slightly and she stroked his hair to calm him.

"Why don't you bring William that tasty morsel?" Angelus said, keeping his voice low and kind. "He's so hungry, Dru. We've been waiting for you to come back."

"But you won't let me play?" she said, putting her hand on the neck of her captive and pushing him into the room ahead of her.

"I want him to myself, sweet one. Just for tonight." Angelus watched as the student moved toward the bed. His large eyes looked at everything but saw little. Dru had hypnotized him so he wouldn't be terrified, but his terror was trying hard to break through the haze.

Angelus felt his fangs tingle and lengthen as the smell of the student's pumping blood filled the room. Then, suddenly he felt a soft stroking on his hard cock-cool fingers rubbing the skin very slightly over the tense shaft, just enough to stimulate but not enough to bring on an orgasm. Looking down, he saw William grinning, his pale, long fingered hand the source of the new pleasure.

"Nice?" the young one said, blue eyes dancing.

"Mmm."

"You take him," William said, eyes darting to the captive student. "While I take from you."

Angelus chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, no, boy. That's not how it works." He waited until the student was within reach, then he lunged forward with amazing speed. With his hand around the front of the student's neck, he drew the young man down until he was lying on his back on the bed between Angelus and Darla. Another little whimper escaped his mouth and his dark eyes grew rounder and rounder as he stared at his naked captor imploringly.

Leaning over the trembling boy, Angelus asked "are you afraid?"

The young student opened his mouth but no words came out. He seemed unable to muster speech, but his eyes said everything for him. He was petrified and brutally exhilarated by it.

"Look at these lips, William," he said, turning the student's head so the prone vampire could see. "Don't you just want to taste them? So ripe and red . . . like raspberries in honey."

Sitting up and resting on his elbows, William regarded the student with ravenous attention.

Drusilla stood right in front of Darla, absently toying with one of her curls. Her almond shaped eyes followed William's every move as he sat slowly forward. The student was watching the younger vampire now, but occasionally his eyes would flash back to the one who held his throat. When William reached for the student's limp arm, Drusilla let out a sudden anguished moan.

They all looked at her, including the student.

"What is it, pet?" William said.

Her eyes had glazed over and she was rocking slightly. The hand she used to toy with Darla's curls began to work feverishly, faster and faster. Darla reached for her wrist and steadied it, but she dared not move too much. They all knew what was happening and they all stayed very still.

Drusilla moaned again and again and then the sound became one long unbroken wail. Her knees gave out and she collapsed, but Darla caught her and moved her thrumming body toward the bed. Dru slumped onto the mattress, her body partially covering the immobilized student.

"Dru?" William said, trying to calm her. "Luv, are you seeing something?"

Her eyes were open but she wasn't seeing them or the room they were in. Angelus and William both shifted on the bed so they were lying beside the student and Dru. Darla laid down with them. The mattress shook from Drusilla's mindless rocking and they all waited to see what she would say.

"Dru, darling . . ." William asked again. "Can you tell us what you see?"

She stared blankly at the ceiling and the student whined softly under her slight weight. Angelus still held his neck, pinning him so he could not move. The focus of the moment had changed, but the young human's warm pumping blood had certainly not been forgotten.

Drusilla suddenly stopped moving all together, then she sighed deeply and her eyes slid closed. The others waited.

After what seemed like ages, she finally came out of her trance. Turning to Angelus, she pierced him with a hard gaze and then her hand flew to his throat. Drusilla squeezed until he coughed from the pressure.

"Kitten," William said soothingly. "You need to stop that now." He crawled over the student's body and lifted Drusilla up by her waist until she was sitting in his lap. She managed to keep her hold on Angelus' neck through all the shifting and he coughed again.

"Let go!" Angelus hissed. "Bitch, let go of me!"

"My love," William cooed, pulling her close to his body, trying to distract her. "Drusilla . . . why don't you kiss me, pet? Come on . . ."

Angelus watched him nuzzle her neck and nibble the skin there softly. They all knew she could not kill him in that manner, she could only cause him exquisite pain. But her desire to do so was chilling.

"I need kissing, pet," William continued. " . . . come on now . . . only you can do it . . ."

She tightened her grip as William licked her long neck and her mad, beautiful eyes glowed with anger. "Leave him be," she said, staring hard at Angelus.

"I'll do as I please. . ." he growled. "Let go of me . . . I'm having him no matter what you do." He winced when her fingers tightened again but he held her gaze. He was NOT going to have his will thwarted by her jealous temper tantrum.

"You . . ." she said, her voice wavering like a high wind. "You will try to turn him away from me with all this . . . debauchery."

"I won't," he gasped and then finally got frustrated with her. His eyes flitted to Darla and then down at the captive student whose neck Angelus still held. "Take him," he demanded.

Darla reached for the student's arm and dragged him across the sheets to her side. She did not pin him, she just turned the scared boy's face to her and locked his gaze. "You stay put now," she told him, smiling sweetly. "Don't you move."

The student did not move. He stared at Darla with rapt attention and kept very, very still.

With his hands free, Angelus grabbed Drusilla's thin wrist and wrenched it away from his throat. Rearing back, he raised his hand intending to slap the teeth right out of her insane little head, but William stopped him with a shrill shout.

"Oi! Is that necessary?!"

They glared at each other for a long moment, William's eyes blazing with anger and protectiveness.

"Just leave it," the young one insisted.

Gathering his wits, Angelus backed down. "I want her out of this room."

William nodded once, then turned to Dru and whispered in her ear. "Go on, pet. It's all right."

"He'll turn you," she groaned. "It's what he wants."

"No," William assured her. "He won't. I promise. This is just play time."

"Then, I want to play, too," Dru demanded.

"We'll play later," the young one said. "Just you and me. Now, come on . . . be a good little girl and leave us alone for a bit. Don't make him angry again."

Angelus stared at Dru hotly, daring her with his gaze to try to stop him again. He was ready for a fight then, she'd got him all stirred up. Licking his lips, he wished she would try again. He willed her to.

And then the sweet, keening scent of fresh blood filled the room.

They all turned to Darla who was bent over the captive student softly licking a single puncture wound she'd bit into his plumb bottom lip. The boy trembled but made no sound as she lapped the fat drops of blood before they ran down to his chin. When she realized they were all looking at her, she batted her big blue eyes.

"Sorry," she said. "You were boring me."

Angelus forced himself not to laugh, even though he thought her remark was extremely amusing. He wanted to maintain control of the situation. Fiercely, he yanked the student's other arm and hauled him back across the bed away from Darla.

"Go on, now," he said to her. "Take this little bitch with you before I tear off her head."

Darla sighed and got off the bed slowly, reaching for Drusilla's hand. "Angelus, you are being a very bad boy tonight," she told him.

"Am I?" He grabbed the terrified student by the throat and sat him up so he was facing William on the bed. "What will you do about that, I wonder?"

Her pretty lips spread in a wicked grin. "Oh, I think you need a good lashing," she said as she guided the reluctant Drusilla toward the door. "What do you think?" she asked him.

Angelus felt his cock surge to life again and he grinned back at her. "I think you might be right, my love. I am being a very, very bad boy, indeed."

Darla giggled girlishly and then she and Drusilla were at the door. The brunette turned around one last time and fixed Angelus with her fierce eyes.

"I saw you turn my William away from me," she said. "Saw you giving him pleasure I can't give. I'll hurt you if you do that."

Angelus returned her hard gaze for a moment and then his face melted in an acquiescing smile. "I'll look forward to that, sweet one," he said. "Now get out."

Again Darla giggled and then they were gone.

William leaned toward the student on the bed and pinned the young man's arms at his sides. The wound Darla had made continued to bleed, but William did not take from him there. Instead, he shoved the student's face to the side and pierced his fangs into that smooth young neck.

The sound of ripping flesh was deliciously jarring and Angelus smiled. He sat behind the student and drew his head back by the hair until he could get at that dripping bottom lip. He tasted Darla on the boy's mouth and he sucked the tiny wound hungrily, letting himself dream of the luscious punishments she would give him later. Such a talented mistress of pain, his Darla.

Lapping the small wound replenished his energy beautifully and he made certain not to take too much of the student's blood. This kill was for William's strength. He stroked William's back and thighs as he listened to the young one swallow repeatedly-taking in all that hot nourishment and growling softly from the tingling swoon of it. When the boy was nearly dead, William raised up, his elongated fangs oozing thick blood.

"Do you want to finish him?" he offered.

"I've had a taste," Angelus said. "Why not leave him alive just for a minute. We need him for something before his heart stops." He laid on his back and tickled William's thigh with his fingertip. "Come here . . . now I need kissing." He grinned as his young companion climbed on top of him, warm drops of the student's blood plopping softly down his bare chest from his wet teeth.

William stroked Angelus' body with both hands, feeling all the muscles and caressing the tender spots. He was so warm now, full of borrowed living blood. That thick cock of his throbbed and shuddered with need. He pinched the nipple he'd fed from before and they both smiled.

"Open the boy's wrist," Angelus instructed. He watched while William lifted the student's lifeless arm and bit into the thin skin of the wrist. His blood spouted forth in a hot gush that splattered Angelus' arm and wet the sheets. "Let it run on my belly," he said. William yanked the student a bit closer and held his spurting wrist over the older vampire's torso. They both watched as the slick red fluid squirted onto Angelus' pale skin, making a large pool in no time.

Holding out his hand, Angelus gathered a palmful of the hot liquid as it pumped out of the student's broken veins. Once his hand was full and spilling over, he said "that's enough. Finish him quickly and get him out of the way."

William brought the gushing wrist to his mouth and drew only a few more times until the young man finally expired. Unceremoniously, he hauled the student over the side of the bed where his body landed with a bloodless thud. Letting his head drop back, William took in a breath and let it out loudly.

"Aaaahhhhh! Much better," he said. "Now, you were saying something about kissing . . ." He leaned forward methodically, drawing out the tension of the moment. Then finally, finally . . . he captured Angelus' bottom lip in his blood-soaked fangs and punctured it with brutal slowness.

He heard his own flesh tearing and he groaned from the delicious pleasure of it. His eyes drifted closed and then he reached for William's burning erection with his blood-slicked hand.

As the young one started sucking at the new wound, Angelus captured that big cock in his hand and smeared the student's warm blood all over it. William moaned and spread his legs even more, giving the older vampire complete access to his vulnerable private parts.

Angelus kissed him as he suckled, loving the hard pressure and the rush of his own blood being pulled out again and again. The wounds were intentionally small and precise and William lapped as much as he sucked, increasing the tingling pleasure. When Angelus' hand circled his hot cock, the young vampire growled and pressed his hips forward, begging for more friction.

Slick fingers spread the blood all over William's cock and his tight balls, making the skin slippery. Once his cock was fully coated, Angelus moved William's body slightly, holding him by the hips until their straining erections touched each other. The blood pooled on Angelus' belly dripped and slipped as they moved, distributing over the soft flesh below his navel. This was to be the stroking point-the place where all the fluids would culminate.

"Rub on me," Angelus said in a ragged whisper, holding William's hips firmly. "Make us both come."

Spreading his legs even more, William worked his hips up and down, rolled them around in a tight circle, then up and down again. Their cocks reached for each other, stroked each other and stretched to their full erection as they slid together. They both moaned with pleasure and Angelus ground against William faster and faster.

The rush was so acute, so blinding as his own blood was taken from him. The heat was transferred from William to him and then back again and the friction increased with every second. The tingling was paralyzing and they gasped from the intensity.

William growled and purred against him, sucking his lip like an infant at the breast. His lithe body trembled and vibrated and his hips worked frantically. Angelus knew what he was feeling, knew the bliss that was swelling in every nerve. He felt William's fingers dig hard into his shoulders, and then his pumping hips froze.

With one last hard pull on Angelus' lip, the young one lifted his head and squeezed his eyes closed. His body throbbed as the orgasm tore through him and his hips snapped with each deep contraction. Angelus reacted to each of the spasms, matching it with his own and they shouted against each other. William made sounds like he never had before, pleading sounds, raw with surrender. He whimpered like a puppy and nearly cried from the pleasure.

Angelus could only smile as his own orgasm began to wane.

Looking down, he saw the last blast of thick blood-creamy fluid eject itself from William's cock. His belly was slick with it-William's semen and his own. He felt it running down his sides along with the remains of the student's blood. Such wonderful lubricant, blood. It holds up beautifully to friction.

William collapse on top of him, murmuring and mumbling unintelligibly, chanting his name and other words Angelus could not make out. Maybe he was having visions, it was hard to tell. His eyes were closed and his thick lashes rested on his smooth pale cheeks. Tiny splats of blood decorated the bridge of his nose and forehead like freckles. Angelus licked at them while he pet William's curls, soothing him through the spinning afterglow.

After a long time, William looked at him and his irises were like blue crystals. Something had changed in him, even if only temporarily. He had been enriched and elevated.

"Unbelievable," he breathed.

Angelus grinned down at him. "I thought you'd like that."

William stretched his arms over his head and seemed to smile with his whole body. Angelus kissed the young one's chest just above his diaphragm-where he would have felt a pulse, had there been one to feel.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Drusilla sitting just inside the doorway, her arms wrapped around her bent knees, her huge eyes staring right into him.

Angelus turned away.

***********

Giles:

The room was so quiet then, he felt certain he could hear the ice melting in his glass. "But, you didn't . . ."

"Fuck him?" Angel said. "Not that night. I had to wait until Dru wasn't around for that." He leaned forward and set his empty glass on the coffee table. "As I'm sure you gathered, she was a little upset with me that night."

Giles set his own glass down and raked his fingers through his hair. His body was heavy with fatigue but his mind was racing. "So, this was just an elaborate sexual game?" he asked.

"In a way," the vampire said. "I suppose everything we did was somehow connected to the sex we had together. That's true for humans, too-they're just a lot less honest about it."

Nodding, Giles breathed a laugh. "Yes. I reckon that is true." He glanced at the clock again and then looked out the livingroom window. "It'll be light soon."

"I know." Angel stood and picked up his coat, slipping into it gracefully. "I kept you up all night. Sorry about that."

"Not at all," Giles said, also standing. "Your story was fascinating. But, I'm afraid I don't see why you feel guilty. Did I . . . miss something?"

Smiling secretively, Angel started for the door. "No," he said. "I just didn't get to that part yet." He opened the door and the cool air flooded into the livingroom. Angel sniffed the slight breeze. "Maybe we can continue tomorrow? If you're up for it."

Taking a deep breath, Giles tucked his hands into the pockets of his sleeping pants. "Yes," he said. "If you like. I don't feel I've been of any help as yet."

Angel stepped out into the last of the inky night. "You have been, Rupert. Really. Now get some sleep."

The door closed softly and then Giles was alone. He looked back at his friend's letter that was still sitting on the coffee table between the two empty scotch glasses. He thought again about the strange coincidental mention of Fountains Abbey.

Glancing around his eerily silent living room, he knew deep in his bones that where Sunnydale and its inhabitants were concerned-there was no such thing as coincidence.

(finis-for now)