Title: Once Upon a Time...
Author: Foxhunt2blue
Summary: Discovering the truth of what
you have done can tear you apart or open
your eyes.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Angel/Spike, Angelus/William/Drusilla
Spoilers: Season 5 'Damage' & 'Lineage'
Disclaimer: Our wonderful Joss created 
them I had nothing to do with it---wish I 
had. I just play with the boys on occasion. 
Feedback: Please feed the baby slash ho' it
needs nourishment to grow! ;-)
E-mail: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com
 
***
 
Once upon a time.
 
That's what Spike had said.
 
Once upon a time they had been innocent
victims of the darkness, but Angel had 
never thought of himself that way.
 
Liam had been exactly what his father had
thought he was and nothing more. A lazy,
drunken, and quite often cruel layabout
who was good for nothing.
 
No...he'd never been an innocent victim.
 
That's exactly why Darla had chose him
out of all the young men of Galway to
be her childe. She had saw the truth that
lay beneath his skin---his potential to
become exactly what he became.
 
A blood thirsty bastard.
 
But William on the other hand. William
had been an innocent victim.
 
Angel remembered the first time he had
seen William. The night his sweet, insane
china doll had scented his broken heart
on the wind and begged her 'Daddy' to
let her have him.
 
He had been a work of art---oh, yes
he had been perfect.
 
Smooth youthful complexion, perfectly
shaped cheekbones flushed with blood
that spoke of his own embarrassment.
 
A youthful, mythical Greek god with
soft, thick golden brown curls and sharp 
sapphire eyes fringed with thick dark
lashes.
 
William was definitely innocent and
perhaps if Drusilla hadn't begged so
beautifully he would have changed
that perfect gilded youth himself.
 
But as always Drusilla had gotten 
what she had wanted. Of course her 
daddy wasn't upset about that in 
the least for he was getting what
he desired as well.
 
***
 
Liam had often thought of men and
how it would be to fuck one, but he
had decided he would save that one
for when his father would be shocked
the most. Of course Angelus had no
such ulterior motives---he just wanted
to have William.
 
And have William he did much to Dru's
childish demonic glee.
 
Looking back now he knew that Angelus
had seen William's true potential. He 
had decided to mark his territory early 
on to squelch any ideas William might 
get.
 
So first he had made him furious by 
fucking Dru, taunted him, then he had
waited. Like a vulture circling it's 
prey and William had never been the 
wiser to his plan.
 
Until the night it happened.
 
***
 
It had started out as most of their 
nights did when Darla and Drusilla 
decided to do their own thing.
 
A seedy tavern in the poorest area 
of London, pints, and buxom whores 
vying for the attentions of the two 
most beautiful men in the room. Of 
course William in his zeal to out 
do Angelus hadn't noticed that for 
every four pints he had Angelus 
nursed one.
 
Angelus was no one's fool, least of 
all sweet William's.
 
Around one am they had made their 
selections and stumbled out into 
the fog shrouded streets. The whores 
were used and disposed of, then the 
two stumbled down the streets---arm 
in arm---Angelus singing bawdy Irish 
drinking songs and William laughing 
his drunken ass off.
 
Of course Angelus was far from drunk.
 
Halfway back to the flat they had taken 
over William passed out in Angelus' arms 
in a drunken stupor. Without even missing 
a beat he hefted William over his shoulder 
carrying him the rest of the way singing 
to himself.
 
Oh, yes tonight he would be having what 
he'd been wanting. He had waited far 
longer than he had ever waited for any-
thing other than Drusilla. 
 
He was tired of waiting.

What Angelus wanted he took. It was as 
simple as that and William learned the 
hard way that night.
 
***
 
"What no witty come back peaches?"
 
Angel glanced up at Spike's bruised face
shaking his head. "I was thinking."
 
"Seems you do far to much of that for
your own good." Spike paused, studying
Angel with those sharp blue eyes. "Now
don't go telling me you're mooning over
Buffy again."
 
Shaking his head Angel pulled up a chair
next to Spike's bed. "No...not Buffy. 
That's obviously over."
 
Now Spike was confused.
 
Not just that he was a bloody bit fright-
ened by the expression on Angel's face.
 
He was used to anger, to broodiness, 
jealousy, but never regret---especially 
when it was aimed at him.
 
***
 
William had woke still drunk on blood 
and bitters, but he sobered a bit when 
he realized he was chained---naked to 
Angelus's bed.
 
"Wha...at the bloody hell?"
 
His eyes widened as Angelus settled next 
to him on the mattress. His dark eyes 
flickered with golden slivers of demonic 
ice.
 
"Oh, now don't be going all surprised 
on me Willie lad. Surely you knew some-
where deep inside that this was to come 
about."
 
William knew exactly what Angelus wanted
and he began to shake in a mixture of 
fear and anger. His already pale face 
paled ever so slightly more and he 
swallowed hard.
 
"You'd rape me then? Just like that?" He 
tugged at the chains weakly as he met 
Angelus' dark gaze.
 
Angelus stood circling the bed clucking 
his tongue softly. "Ahhh...now don't be 
labeling our ways with human concepts. 
It's just a matter of determining the 
pecking order in our little family."
 
"Pecking order?" William snorted. "Don't 
you mean ownership?!" His voice raised. 
"You want Drusilla and you think you can 
bloody well have her anytime you want."
 
With a roar Angelus was on his chest, 
crushing him into the mattress as he 
dug his fingers deep into William's 
face. "See that's the problem dear
Willie...you can't seem to get it 
through that lovely little head of 
yours that Drusilla is mine and she 
has always been mine. I am her sire 
and that gives me privileges that you 
can only dream of. You are just her 
childe...I am her maker."
 
He bent down his face changing and 
claimed William's mouth with a brutal 
kiss. His incisors digging into William's 
lower lip---drawing sweet blood---as 
William began to twist and growl beneath 
him. Pulling back he let out a deep laugh
his long dark hair falling around his face 
as his features shifted back to human.
 
"I should cut your hands off sweet Willie. 
That way you could never touch what is 
mine again."
 
William's eyes widened with just a hint 
of fear.
 
"Dru would never let you do that? I would 
be helpless...I wouldn't be able to feed 
or protect myself!"
 
"Oh, my sweet twisted dolly would let me 
do it, but I think I'll settle for this," 
Angelus' reached back his long fingers 
curling around William's semierect cock. 
 
Whimpering William twisted his hips 
desperately trying to pull away.
 
"Be still boy!" Angelus roared. "I could 
always change me mind and slice off your 
cock!" His eyes shifted to gold and back 
as he squeezed the now fully hard column 
of flesh. "Like that do you boyo? Or 
perhaps I'll rip it off as I bugger that 
sweet ass of yours?"
 
***
 
Angel's eyes lowered to the thick white 
bandages that encased most of Spike's 
forearms.
 
God he had been such a bastard.
 
The image of Spike laying there on the 
filthy floor, chained to the pipes, and 
his hands gone had brought that night 
back in a bitter rush of guilt and 
horror. His hands sawed off above the
wrist---the scent of blood thick in the 
air.
 
"Forgive me Spike."
 
Spike's gaze met his as he lifted his 
head.
 
"For what you great pouf? Was my own 
bloody fault for being so cocky. Running 
off thinking I was indestructible and...,"
 
"For what I did to you that night in London."
 
Pale faced Spike leaned back against the 
pillows taking a deep breath though he 
didn't need it. It was one of the few 
things he had never got used to---not 
breathing. He found himself breathing
constantly maybe his way of clinging to 
his humanity.
 
"I don't know what you're blathering about 
you silly sod."
 
"Yes, you do William." Angel let the name 
glide over his tongue with a hint of his 
long ago abandoned brogue.
 
***
 
William was screaming and cursing Angelus
with every profanity he could muster.
 
"You bloody bastard!"
 
"Aye...that I am sweet Willie. And may I 
say damn proud of it as well." He knelt 
between William's outspread thighs. "I 
must say that I am surprised at the breadth 
of your vocabulary. Never thought you had 
it in you."
 
Panting William squirmed as he felt the 
tip of his grandsire's cock brush his 
ass. "Dru will bloody well kill you for 
this!" He screamed as the blunt thickness 
pressed against his opening, teasing and 
terrifying in the same breath.
 
Angelus clucked softly and smiled a feral
grin---his incisors lowering. "Will you be
killing me sweet dolly?"
 
To William's horror Drusilla stepped from
behind one of the heavy velvet drapes. Her
dark eyes were twinkling as she nibbled on
her lower lip. The swish of her heavy skirts
made William's skin crawl.
 
"Never kill my daddy...my beautiful...," 
she crawled up behind Angelus, "...sweet
and precious daddy." Her gaze shifted to
William. "You mustn't fight my darling
William...daddy only wants to taste you.
His kiss is so sweet William...sweet like
freshly spilled blood." Her laughter echoed
through the room---chimes dancing in a
spring breeze---as she tangled her fingers
in Angelus' dark hair.
 
"You can't mean to let him have me Dru? I
love you...," he swallowed hard.
 
Sliding off the mattress Drusilla danced 
around the bed humming to herself as she 
smiled wide. With a soft laugh she settled 
on the mattress next to him the soft, crunch 
of satin and stiff linen filling his ears. 
 
She leaned close and brushed an icy kiss 
along his cheek.
 
"When he enters you it's like meeting God
my lovely William. So thick and hard...so
exquisitely painful, but the stars sing and
then he tastes you." She licked the curve 
of his ear.
 
"Yes, they do don't they me childe. William
must know that feeling...he must be taught
who his superiors are mustn't he?"
 
With those words Angelus brutally thrust
into William's tight body.
 
All William could do was scream.
 
***
 
Spike's gaze lowered to the blanket as he 
let Angel's voice wash over him. So different, 
but still the same after all these years.
 
"I've never been an innocent victim...," 
Angel whispered softly, "...Darla knew 
that."
 
"Bugger Darla!" Spike snapped his eyes burn-
ing like twin blue flames. "She made you what 
you were...just as Dru made me what I am. I 
won't sit here and listen to you drudge up 
the bloody past luv."
 
Angel's eyes widened as he heard that one 
word.
 
"How can you say that Spike? How can you look
me in the eye and believe that?"
 
"Because it's true you great pouf! Christ, 
but you never understood...did you?"
 
Lifting up from the chair Angel turned away 
from what he saw in Spike's eyes. It wasn't 
true---not after the cruelty he had visited 
on Spike.
 
"Dru might have made me Angel, but you were
always my sire. Your blood flows through me 
just as it flowed through her. Do you think 
that insane witch could have ever taught me 
what I needed to bloody well know to survive?"
 
Angel closed his eyes refusing to look at 
Spike.
 
"I took an innocent young man and allowed 
him to be twisted and if that wasn't enough 
I twisted him even more."
 
Snorting Spike shifted against the stiff 
cotton beneath him. "Oh spare me the woe 
and guilt Captain Forehead!" His voice 
snapped. "I wasn't that bloody innocent. 
Do you have a clue what I was thinking 
the night Drusilla changed me?"
 
With a sigh Angel turned back. "No...I 
don't."
 
"I was thinking of revenge. Revenge on 
the high-class strumpet who had just 
torn my heart out and crushed it. I 
wanted to feel her blood...hot and thick 
on my hands. I wanted to murder the bloody 
bitch with my bare hands."
 
***
 
William's curses had turned to cries of 
painful pleasure as Angelus rode him hard. 
The brutality was surprisingly erotic and 
it didn't help his control either that 
Drusilla was watching with those demonic 
eyes.
 
Her tongue teased at his nipples drawing
them up into tight peaks as he howled and
writhed beneath Angelus. As her incisors
pierced the sensitive nubs and drew blood
her delicate fingers curled around his aching
erection. 
 
A squeeze.
 
A tug.
 
Then Angelus hit that sweet spot just right
and he was coming. As his body began to
spasm Angelus bit into his convulsing throat
and William discovered what a vampire called 
heaven.
 
Impaled by his grandsire's pulsing cock and
his razor sharp incisors. His body being 
drained of blood and semen all at the same 
time. This was something he had desired 
before he even had a name for it.
 
Utopia.
 
Convulsing one last time he collapsed beneath
the weight of Angelus and let out a gasping
cry of pain.
 
Afterwards when he had recovered enough
Drusilla had stripped and joined them. 
Painting her pale cold flesh with William's 
blood like some macabre version of war paint. 
 
And a war had begun that night, a war that 
amused Darla to no end.
 
Sire and childe both vying for Drusilla's 
affections in any manner. Angelus had come 
close more than once to loping off William's 
long slender hands for touching what he 
thought of as his.
 
Some nights they would end as they had that 
night.
 
Angelus buried in William's tightness, Dru 
impaled on William's 'pretty pecker' as she 
called it, and William content to be covered 
in a cool silken pile of flesh stained scarlet 
with their own blood. 
 
***
 
"I miss you William...sometimes."
 
Spike's gaze shifted from the blanket back 
to Angel's dark sorrowful eyes and he felt 
his body twitch with the need he had buried 
deep inside him long ago. It hadn't just 
been Darla who had mourned Angelus'loss 
over a century ago. 
 
"William died long ago Angel. He died in 
the arms of a deadly china doll with not 
a bloody bit of sanity in her head. He 
died in an alley filled with filth and
broken dreams." Spike sighed leaning back 
into the pillows his eyes fluttering shut.
 
He was shocked to feel a pair of soft, 
cool lips graze his own. Opening his eyes 
he met Angel's hungry gaze with a smug 
laugh.
 
"Thought that wasn't your cup of tea any-
more."
 
Angel smiled and captured his lips again. 
 
This time in a brutal kiss that caused his 
cock to twitch and swell beneath the thin 
blanket. Pulling back Angel growled softly 
in the back of his throat---his hand easing 
down to grope the hardening flesh between
Spike's trembling thighs.
 
"Hey now...how is that fair pet?"
 
"We have never played fair...William...,"  
Angel squeezed Spike roughly as he licked 
the vein in his neck. "Why should we start 
now?"
 
Spike choked back a moan as he leaned in 
kissing Angel hard and deep. "Like I said 
before...I'd give you the finger if I could 
move my bloody hands."
 
Angel raised a brow. "And what exactly would 
you do with that finger Willie?"
 
Laughing Spike grinned smugly. "Wouldn't you 
like to know luv."
 
Straightening up Angel leered at Spike his 
eyes flickering to eerie gold and back again. 
 
"As a matter of fact I would."
 
Before Spike could say a word he moved to the
door. He paused for a moment as if considering
something, then turned back flashing his game
face.
 
"When that finger starts working I'll be 
waiting."
 
Then he was gone leaving Spike to contemplate
his words. Shaking his head Spike laid back 
and closed his eyes again.
 
"I was never innocent Angel luv, but I did 
love you...once upon a time."
 
The End