TITLE: Decisions
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: Aus/S
RATING: ?
PART: 1/1
Decisions
"Yer nothing! Less than nothing! An error - a mistake!"
Angelus couldn't say why he reacted that strongly to Drusilla's most recent childe.
The dark-haired fledgling hadn't done anything to provoke such rage.
In fact, even now quietly kneeling in front of the big queen size bed, his bottomless blue eyes didn't held fury or hatred.
If it hadn't been Dru, he may had considered an abrupt fit of possessiveness.
But Drusilla…
For all he cared, the brunette could go banging the whole bloody lair.
Right, she was a good lay.
However, her mad prattling was sure as hell driving him nuts.
And her childer…
Nothing but a waste of blood!
Patently dim and unsuitable nutcases.
Angelus all but foamed when his stormy brown eyes once again focused on the newly made vamp.
+Waste - such incredible waste!+
Seething ire all of a sudden set his stomach on fire.
+Best to get rid of the dunce straight away.+
The dark-haired man thought, piercing his counterpart with baleful dark eyes.
The other man didn't flinch.
His bloodstained pale features almost hidden behind a thick curtain of gentle dark locks.
Alright, he'd hit him!
Mockingly - playfully at first.
Aiming to provoke, maybe even humiliate the lad.
But mainly wanting to force the boy's demon to the fore.
Now he kneeled naked and bleeding in front of his bed, his human mask, however, still firmly in place.
+might as well make it worth while!+
+After all, kid's a handsome devil!+
+Might as well give him a good old-fashioned ride!+
"C'me here, boy!"
The loose end of his bullwhip pointed towards the far end of the bed.
Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!
A diabolic smile curling the corners of his lips, Angelus examine the crude 'A' he'd cut in the dark-haired man's chest.
This was the kind of foreplay he liked.
Nothing compared to torturing Drusilla, although…
After more than 4 decades he was so sick of the girl.
Sick of her pathetic petitions and whimpers.
If nothing else, this chap got stamina.
No snivel, no cry had slipped from his lips.
Angelus swiftly wondered where Dru possibly could have come across the beautiful youth.
But then again, catching a glimpse of his blemished, scared-over torse, he rather not wanted to know.
Although, he couldn't but admire the unknown artist's fierce handiwork.
Too bad Drusilla had got her hands on him first.
Like it or not he could Angelus could see potential, if it jumped him in the face.
A sardonic smile ever so slowly spread across the older vampire's face.
He casually slipped off his clothes.
"Ever had a rod up yer ass?"
He lovingly patted his jutting hard dick.
Although the younger man remained silent, Angelus noted his face visibly pale.
It gave him an immense boost of satisfaction to catch the younger man hopefully peer at the door.
"Waiting fer yer sire t' come back?"
Angelus taunted him mercilessly.
"Mad bitch pro'lly forgot about yer already."
A nasty jovial laugh burst from his lips.
"Wouldn't deny me t' fuck one of her childer anyway!"
With that he grabbed a fistful of silky brown curls, roughly forcing the boy to look up.
"Look at me, bitch, when I'm talking t' yer!"
Their eyes met and for a split second Angelus was taken for a loop when he stumbled across to sadness - not fear as he'd expected - implied in the lad's troubled blue orbs.
"On yer hands 'n knees!"
He quickly bellowed, deftly ignoring the funny tingling in his guts.
"Make yerself useful!"
Angelus all but shoved his marble hard cock into the younger man's face.
Dark red blood drops quickly stained the lily-white sheets.
Although the boy didn't struggle or fight him Angelus held fast to the tuft of brown locks.
This kid was a natural.
The way he deep-throated, licked and sucked his throbbing shaft…
His whole body arched - seeking release.
+Maybe it's not such a bad idea to keep him fer a while…+
Angelus thought, his hips jerking in time with the boy's head bobbing up.
This was so good.
His iron grip slowly relaxed.
And without him realizing it, he started to disentangle the beautiful dark locks.
+What the fuck…?+
The moment it came to him what he was doing…
He felt the hand around the base of his arching shaft tighten, felt gentle fingers caressing his sensitive glands…
Then it was too late, the innocence and sweetness of the boy's unskilled touch catapulting him over the edge.
His massive form writhed in bliss.
Although his ever so slowly softening member still wouldn't stop sending gushes and gushes of icy dead seeds down the younger man's throat.
+Yeah, maybe he should keep him for a while…+
His yellow eyes locked with stormy blue orbs.
+What is it about this boy?+
He wondered, all the while gasping for big gulps of unneeded breath.
The dark-haired vampire eventually flopped back on his back, his eyes never leaving the beautiful youth.
He took in the gentle dark locks.
The handsome pale features.
The lean, perfectly build figure.
+Yeah, why not…+
And before he could stop himself he'd already held out his hand.
Not in a dominant way.
It wasn't even an order.
He wanted the boy to consciously decide between himself and Dru.
And he, Angelus, he swore to himself would accept whomever the kid was to choose.
+++end+++