AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ;  Pet: 
spikespet2001@yahoo.com .
TITLE:  The Long Road to Love: Beginning of the Road  1/? 
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angelus/William; Angel/Spike
SUMMARY: Period fic combined with re-telling and missing scenes of 
both BtVS and Ats.  Chapter 1- Period-William is made and Angelus 
wants him. Series- Spike comes back to Sunnydale after Dru breaks up 
with him and encounters Angel at the mansion.
SPOILERS: Season 3 BtVS- Lover's Walk; Season 5 BtVS- Fool for 
Love;   Season 2 Ats: Darla. 
WARNINGS: Violence, unrepentant killing. 
DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss 
and ME.  We really wish we could borrow Spike and Angel for a little 
while though. 
FEEDBACK: Yes please. 
 
Angelus says,  "Well, if you're lonely, Dru, why don't you make 
yourself a playmate?" 
 
Dru replies, wistfully.  "I could.  I could pick the wisest and 
bravest knight in all the land - and make him mine forever with a 
kiss." 
 
Just then a crying William bumps into them, dropping his notebook.  
He bends down to pick it up then stumbles on.  He shouts, "You - 
watch where you're going!" 
 
Darla looks after William.  "Or you could just take the first 
drooling idiot that comes along." 
 
Angelus laughs.  "You think she'll find a good one?" 
 
Angelus looks after where the boy ran.  *He had a lot of balls, * he 
thinks. Well then, he couldn't be expected to know who they were. But 
even in tears the boy had a rage and beauty to him and Angelus knows 
beauty when he sees it.  Angelus also notices the boy's eyes and 
cheekbones before he runs off in a broken-hearted huff. He wants to 
pursue him, but Darla is still speaking to him.
 
They walk on, but Dru keeps looking after William. Darla says,  "I 
found you." 
 
Angelus follows Darla for a while until she seems to get distracted 
by a possible meal. He goes back to find Dru still looking towards 
where the boy ran. He kisses her head. "What are you waiting for, 
Princess?  Go on then, make your Prince."
 
William is sitting on a bale of hay and finishing the job of 
destroying his poetry. He looks up at the sound of a woman's voice to 
find Drusilla standing serenely in the dark alley with him.
 
Drusilla says, "And I wonder... what possible catastrophe came 
crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?"
 
William says, bitterly. "Nothing. I wish to be alone." 
 
Drusilla says, "Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot 
see his strength, his vision, his glory." She pauses. "That and 
burning baby fish swimming all around your head." 
 
William backs away from this strange woman, not sure what to make of 
her.  
 
Angelus stands at corner of the alleyway entrance peeking in.  He 
cannot see this boy that well again from here, but he can hear his 
voice and smell him.  Angelus wishes with all his might he could be 
in Drusilla's shoes now. He wants to be the one taking the first 
taste, making him who he will become.  He has never felt this intense 
need before and it excites and angers him in equal measures. He 
hasn't seen him, just a glance, and all he has is a far away sound of 
voice and a faint smell, and yet he wants to rip and possess.  He 
clenches his fists but still cannot tear himself away. 
 
William says, nervously, "That's quite close enough. I've heard tales 
of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you. " 
 
Drusilla smiles. "Don't need a purse."  She points first at his head, 
then at his heart. 
"Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and... imagination. 
You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine."
 
Against his will, William is drawn to her words.  "Oh, yes! I mean, 
no. I mean... mother's expecting me." 
 
Drusilla slowly opens the collar of his shirt. 
 
Angelus bites his lips when he sees his Princess about to do as he 
told her she could. He grabs the wall to keep from rushing in and 
taking over. He cannot understand this pull and need.  It's 
discontenting but alluring all at once. 
 
Drusilla keeps talking, softly and seductively, "I see what you want. 
Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent." 
 
William is enraptured.  She sees him, she understands 
him. "Effulgent." He repeats. 
 
"Do you want it?" Drusilla asks, 
 
"Oh yes!"  He reaches out and touches her chest.  "God yes." 
 
She shifts into vamp face and sinks her fangs into his neck.  His 
initial cry of pain turns into moans of pleasure as the force of the 
vampire bite overtakes him.  Drusilla sucks his life greedily. 
 
Angelus feels a hand tap him on the shoulder.  "What are you doing 
here?  I go to make a kill and turn around and you are gone!" Darla 
is standing, tapping her pretty little foot impatiently. 
 
Angelus spins around and straightens his suit. "I'm sorry, Sire.  I 
dinna mean to leave you. You just seemed preoccupied. I thought I 
would oversee Drusilla, my love."
 
"And what is your errant childe doing that needs such close 
supervision?  Really, I think you think about her more than you do 
me." 
 
Angelus coughs and comes closer hoping to distract Darla with a 
kiss.  He leans over and kisses her softly.
 
She melts into the kiss.  "That's a bit more like it, dear boy.  Now 
let's go home.  Drusilla can follow later.  I've just killed and now 
I'm hungry for you." 
 
Angelus nods and they walk off.  He spares one look into the alley 
hoping Drusilla can pull off raising this boy on his own.  He truly 
wishes to see him face to face. 
 
Angelus looks at the clock again.  He was starting to regret 
ravishing Darla so thoroughly so he could go downstairs to wait for 
Dru. It had been three hours and still no word from her. He sits in 
his high back chair and taps on the armrests.
 
Drusilla comes waltzing in the door, humming.  "I must go tell Miss 
Edith about my lovely lovely prince."  She spins around and sees 
Angelus.  "Oh, Daddy.  Are you cross?" 
 
He is, Oh God, is he but he wants to hear about this boy more than 
punish Dru, so he holds out his hands. "No, my Princess.  Come to 
Daddy.  I want to hear all about your time with your new Prince."
 
Dru skips across and takes Angelus' hands, climbing into his 
lap.  "Oh, Daddy!  His blood was so sweet.  He must have been 
innocent.  It tasted sweet as a young child's.  And he moaned so 
prettily for me." 
 
Angelus gets hard, not any kind of hard but rock hard, and only from 
a small description.  He frowns to himself.  *What is wrong with me? 
* he thinks calmly.  
"Innocent you say, my girl?  Well then, we will have to make sure we 
teach him many pleasures then won't we? Did you make sure to bury him 
proper, my Princess, so he could rise as he should?"
 
"Of course, Daddy.  I buried him just like you taught me.  And you 
will teach him too Daddy?  I thought he was going to be *my* 
playmate." 
 
Angelus cradles Drusilla's face in his hands.  "Oh he will, my 
sweetling, no worries about that.  But you know how Daddy takes great 
pleasure in teaching.  Would you let Daddy teach this Prince of 
yours?"
 
She claps her hands.  "Of course, Daddy.  *Anything* to make you 
happy.  You let me have my lovely little prince."  
 
Angelus smiles. "That's a good girl.  Why don't you go to your room 
and get ready for bed?  Daddy will be up soon and tuck you in. You 
did so well today.  Soon we will have another member of your family.  
Daddy is so proud of you."
 
THREE DAYS LATER:
William pushes the double-doors open and pushes Drusilla through, 
closing the doors behind them. William has his arms wrapped around 
her waist from behind, then turns her to face him, pushing her 
against the wall and nibbling at her neck.
 
Drusilla says, "Oh. Such a hungry little kitty."  She gently pushes 
him back. "Meow." She walks into the room. "You've been a starved 
one, haven't you, my sweet Willie?"  
 
William replies, "I've got you to feast on now, pet. Is this your 
home?" 
 
"Their home."  She points at a pair of sitting corpses on a 
couch.  "Ambassador to...something and his plump, lovely wife. Till 
their spirits flew away on fairy wings." She drops her voice to a 
whisper. "Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner." 
 
William stares at the corpses.  "Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang—
?"  He spins to see a hulking figure staring out of the darkness. 
 
Angelus walks out, and if he had breath he would've lost it. All his 
musing, all his fantasies, were nothing compared to the real thing. 
His obsession, which had only been a tiny ember, flared ten-fold and 
his lust just hit a all time high.  He looks this, from what he heard 
Dru say, "Willie", over.  He really hopes that isn't his name but he 
would see later. He looks him over, every inch, and it just made his 
cock throb more. His body is so lean and lithe, the curves just 
right. His face- my god his face- no artist could do it justice so 
beautiful and fine, cut to perfection.  But the prize, the prize, is 
the eyes, so blue and endless.  He is finding himself drawn into 
them, he is losing himself in them. 
 
Drusilla smiles. "Look what I made. It's called Willie. "
 
"William." He corrects. 
 
"Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William." Drusilla says. 
 
Angelus walks a little closer. "Darla and I had a little spat. Her 
precious master sent for her. You know Darla. Master's pet." 
 
Angelus sighs inside himself, thinking  *Thank God it's not Willie. 
William, that he could work with.*   He licks the blood from touching 
his cut while still inspecting this work of art, new to their world. 
 
Drusilla sympathizes. "Oh. Poor Angelus." 
 
"Ah, don't fret, Dru. We'll make up. Always do."  Angelus touches his 
bloodied brow. "Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let 
that spoil our fun here." 
He looks at William. "So, instead of just feeding off of this 
William... you went and turned him into one of us. Another rooster in 
the henhouse. " 
 
Drusilla is confused.  "You're not cross with me, are you?" 
 
"Cross?"  He grabs William's arm and pulls it into a ray of sunlight 
peeking through the curtains. "Do you have any idea what it's like 
having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night 
out?"  Angelus' skin tingles the second he grabs William's arm, and 
his cock once again, and to Angelus' own surprise, fills more. He 
moves his thumb a fraction to feel the soft skin under the shirt.
 
William yanks his arm away.  He snaps angrily, "Touch me again— " 
 
"Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've 
been wondering... "  Angelus holds his fist into the sunlight.  "What 
it'd be like..."  He watches as the flesh sizzles. "To share the 
slaughter of innocents... with another man."  He exposes his palm to 
the sun now, watching with admiration as it smokes. "Don't... don't 
think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm?" He pulls his hand 
back. "Do you?" Angelus waits patiently for Spike's reply.  He 
already thinks him gorgeous and attractive enough to pursue in the 
finer arts of sexual pleasure, but he wants to see how worthy a 
hunter and how brave he can be. With Angelus it is all about how far 
you can drive and push and he wants to see how brave this boy is,
 
William stares at Angelus.  There is something about this man that is 
fascinating ...like a lion uncaged.  Deadly fascinating.  He decides 
he wants to impress this man.  He sticks his own arm back into the 
sunlight. 
 
Angelus laughs and slaps William on the shoulder. "Au ah! I like this 
one! You and me, we're gonna be the best of friends." Angelus is 
pleased beyond measure.  This boy shows endless promise, and he knows 
he will please him in every way. All he has to do is convince the boy 
that he is his above all others, then he can move on to the finer 
points. 
 
Both Angelus and William laugh together. 
 
After a few moments William pulls his hand back out of the light.  
There is something very elemental and earthy about Angelus.  He's 
virile and strong, nothing like the starched-shirt gentlemen who spat 
on him. 
 
Angelus pats William's back. "So, William, has our Drusilla taught 
you the hunt yet?"
 
"Well....not really.  She had someone unconscious waiting for me when 
I rose."  
 
Angelus tsks, and with his hand still possessively resting on 
William's back, he leads him to the kitchen.  He sits him in a chair 
and sits across from him.  "Well, that will'na not do, my lad.  I 
shall take you out later and teach thee.  How does that sound?"
 
William nods.  "I need to learn it, if it is part of my new life."  
His eyes sparkle a bit.  "Can we hunt some people that used to look 
down on me?" 
 
Angelus leans back and smirks. "I like the way you think William we 
can and we shall. I think I would take pride in seeing you show the 
scum that used to look down on you how you are now the superior 
being. I would indeed."
 
"I'll show them William the Bloody."  William murmurs.  "So, what do 
you do all day while waiting for night to fall?" 
 
Angelus smirks wider and leans forward, lowering his voice a bit. "We 
find ways to amuse ourselves dear William."
 
William hears the seductive tone in the man's voice, but decides he 
must be misinterpreting it.  "What, for instance?" he asks. 
 
Angelus chuckles, and keeping his voice low, whispers. "Fornicating, 
lots and lots of fornicating for instance."
 
William looks mildly shocked.  "Well, I suppose traveling with 
this ..Darla?  Is she your lover?" 
 
Angelus nods.  He decides to keep Drusilla out of this list as of 
now.  He doesn't wanna shock the boy too much, and he can hazard by 
Drusilla claim that he is innocent the bounds he has crossed already 
have him on edge. "That she is, my lad, and a very good one. She is 
also a great companion and hunter. She is my Sire."
 
"That's what Drusilla is to me, right?  My Sire?  And what am I to 
her?"  
 
Angelus slams his fist on the table hard, a grumble in his chest, 
then he breathes harshly and starts to come down. He straightens his 
shirt and says calmly. "Yes, yes, that's what she is, your Sire.  And 
to her you are what we call Childe. You are her Childe."
 
Drusilla comes dancing over.  "My Childe, my Childe, my lovely 
prince.  Daddy, are you finished with him yet?  I want to take him to 
play.  He's all sweet and innocent and I have so much to show him." 
 
Angelus' chest rumbles again but he nods tensely. "Of course, 
Drusilla, you can play with your Prince. I can talk with William 
later."
 
Drusilla takes William's hands.  "Come, Willie.  Time to feast, my 
hungry little kitty."  William tamely lets himself be led to a 
bedroom, and the door is closed.  It is not long later that Angelus 
can hear grunts and moans coming from the bedroom.
 
Angelus growls louder and stands up and paces around the room. When 
that has failed to keep him from tearing something apart he leans 
against the counter and grasps it. He hears a loud moan from William 
and he breaks a piece off the counter. He looks at the broken piece 
as if it is the thing causing him the distress and he throws it 
against the wall. When even that hasn't placated him, he grabs the 
glass decanter of Scotch and goes into the den.  He sits in the high 
back chair and growls low in his chest and waits. 
 
It is quite sometime later before William comes back out into the 
front chamber.  Angelus has had to listen through three separate 
bouts of sex with Drusilla.  He grabs a bottle of wine and uncorks it 
and goes to sit in a chair near Angelus.  He is dressed only in his 
trousers.  He sighs.  "*That* was sweet." 
 
Angelus is so agitated and angry all he can manage is a very tight 
nod and a tiny affirmative grumble. He on the other hand cannot take 
his eyes off the naked torso.
 
William takes a large drink of wine.  "Just between men, Angelus, she 
was my first." 
 
Angelus finally is able to use his voice and gets out a very 
tense* "I know William."
 
William looks over, amazed and upset all at once.  "How do you know?" 
 
Angelus looks at William's face now instead of his smooth and muscled 
pale chest and points to his nose. "Vampire instinct, my boy.  We can 
smell innocence and purity.  It comes with the territory my lad."
 
"So I'll be able to do that too?  Pick a virgin out of a crowd?"  His 
eyes are wide with childlike wonder. 
 
Angelus nods. "Yes, you will be able to do that indeed and a great 
many more things as well." Angelus takes another drink of his Scotch. 
 
"Like what?  Tell me.  Drusilla is...not very good at teaching." 
 
Angelus is silent for a moment then looks up with a glint in his 
eyes."You wish me to tell you and teach you the ways of a Vampire 
then?"
 
"Yes.  Please teach me, Angelus."  William pulls his chair closer, 
and drinks another swig of wine.  
 
Angelus shivers at William's words, then shivers again when he moves 
closer.  He whispers, "I would require you to do me a favor will you?"
 
"Of course.  Anything."  William says, all in innocence. 
 
Angelus spreads his legs and points between them. "I want you to sit 
at my feet, between my legs.  That's what I require."
 
William looks confused and furrows his brow.  Well, perhaps this is 
some vampire custom.  It's an innocent enough request, and easy to 
fulfill.  William comes over and sits on the floor between Angelus' 
legs, and looks up at his face.  "Like this?" 
 
Angelus grips the glass so tightly it breaks, but luckily for him it 
was held away from him and empty.  He coughs and nods, his voice a 
tad hoarse. "That's fine, William, thank you. Now you wish to know 
your other gifts, yes?"
 
"Yes.  And about the customs and rules of vampire society.  I don't 
want to make mistakes." 
 
Angelus brings his hand forward, and brushes his bloody hand over 
William's cheek, careful not to get blood on his face. "I doubt you 
will ever make many mistakes William.  All right, what to start with—
eyesight, that will be improve greatly, you'll be able to see just as 
clearly in the dark as you can in the day.  But we both now know 
daytime is not a luxury you can afford, right?"
 
As Angelus brushes his hand over William's face he can smell the 
blood.  He turns, by pure instinct, and begins to nurse on the cut.  
The taste is better than the best food he ever ate, more heady than 
the best brandy.  He shivers in excitement. 
 
Angelus moans softly and lets William lick and suckle on the cut, his 
erection hard as stone, but he keeps talking. "Smell...smell will 
also increase you'll be able to smell things like purity, arousal, 
blood and even more."
 
Arousal?  William's eyes widen and he looks at Angelus, never taking 
his mouth off the cut.  
 
Angelus nods and takes a unneeded breath. "Ok, let's see, strength.  
You have twenty times the strength you ever had when you were alive. 
You can crush things ten times your very size into rubble."
 
William has to ask.  "What does arousal smell like?"  
 
Angelus laughs softly. "Take a breathe first smell what you can." 
 
William takes a breath.  There is a spicy, musky odor in the 
air.  "Yes?  And now what?"  
 
Angelus nods and bends over and just slightly licks his tongue up 
William's ear and whispers low in his ear, "Now what do you smell?" 
 
William's cock suddenly hardens, and the musky odor gets stronger.  
Now there are two different odors.  He swallows and looks at Angelus, 
then looks away, blushing.  
 
Angelus turns William's face back to his,  their lips so close 
together. "What's the matter little one, are you all right?
 
"You're...you're..."  He can't bring himself to say it.  
 
Angelus ventures further. "I'm what?
 
William wrenches his face away to look away.   "You're aroused!" 
 
Angelus laughs out loud, leans back, grabs the Scotch bottle, and 
gulps a large amount at once, then wipes his mouth. "Just notice that 
did you, dear lad.  My apologies, I dinna mean to offend your 
precious modesty."
 
"But....but there's no women in the room.  What are 
you...aroused...about?"  
 
Angelus chuckles, thinking this is just too cute for words. "I canna 
tell you, lad.  You'll be ever so upset.  I just can't, you won't be 
able to handle it. Maybe I told you too much for one day.  You are 
newly risen.  Maybe you should go back to Drusilla." 
 
William settles down.  He forces himself to look back at 
Angelus.  "No.  I want to learn.  If this is some vampire thing, I 
need to know about it." 
 
Angelus puts the Scotch back down and holds out his hand. "Give me 
your hand William." William reluctantly puts his hand in Angelus'. 
Angelus rubs it softly. "You wanted to know what made me aroused?" 
 
William feels his own cock twitch.  He swallows hard.  "Yes." 
 
Angelus nods and brings the hand down to his erection.  As soon as 
the soft delicate hand touches his erection, it raises and enlarges 
into William's hand, Angelus' eyes roll back in his head, and he 
whispers with a growl. "Does that answer your question then William?" 
 
William draws his hand back like it is on fire and he starts to back 
away from Angelus, crawling backwards on the floor. 
 
Angelus chuckles and his eyes glitter. "What do you think you're 
doing,  William?" 
 
"G-g-going back to Drusilla.  Maybe we can continue this tomorrow."  
William scrambles to his feet and keeps backing away, never taking 
his eyes off Angelus. 
 
Angelus sighs and looks at his trousered erection. "Do you hear 
that?  He makes us all excited then runs off to the 
woman.........tsk,tsk." Angelus looks up and whispers hotly, "Don't 
wank too hard thinking about me, Willie.  I might think you want me. 
 
"You...you..."  William blushes hotly.  "You deviant."  He reaches 
behind him and opens the bedroom door, moving quickly into it and 
closing it.  He pants, leaning against the door, looking at the 
sleeping Drusilla.  His cock slowly begins to soften.  Damn that 
Angelus anyway....at the thought of Angelus, his cock begins to 
harden again.  His eyes open in horror.  
 
Angelus stands up and takes the bottle with him.  On his way to his 
room, he stops by Drusilla's door and whispers against 
it. "Goodnight, my William.  Sweet dreams.  See you in a few hours, 
my lad." With that he chuckles and goes into his room to sleep for a 
few hours.
 
William crawls into bed with Drusilla, his cock hard.  He lies there, 
unable to sleep, but he refuses to touch himself.  He pretends to 
sleep until night falls.  Drusilla wakes up and stirs against 
him.  "Ooooo, hello Willie.  Good sweet prince. "  She looks 
down.  "All naughty.  But no time for that.  Hunt first.  Daddy's 
going to teach you.  I'll see you when you come back.  Now go!" 
 
William nods, and reluctantly dresses and goes out of the bedroom 
door.  Angelus is standing right outside the door, dressed to the 
nines in his best suit and his long jacket, his hair back in a 
ponytail. "Ready to go hunting?"
 
William nods.  "Ready."  Angelus was certainly well-dressed. And 
handsome.  William blushes and looks away for a moment, then back 
again.  
 
Angelus smiles. "Well, grab your coat and off we go."
 
William gets his coat and puts it on, and follow Angelus out the 
door.  
 
Angelus takes William downtown into the dank alleys and brothels. 
Angelus leans over when he finds what he is looking for, and whispers 
in William's ear, "We shall start here." 
 
William whispers back.  "What should I do?"
 
Angelus points to a prostitute and her customer walking towards the 
mouth of an alley.  "First you find a target or targets do you see 
them?" 
 
"Yes."  He nods, following them with his eyes.  "I see them." 
 
"Good, now sense them, not just with your eyes, but your smell as 
well. You cannot catch disease and you cannot get sick, but if the 
blood is tainted with drug or drink you can be affected.  So reach 
out and pick up only their scents, and tell me when you got them. 
Then once you have, tell me if they smell off in any way."
 
William concentrates.  It's hard, picking up only those scents in the 
middle of the noisesome streets, but eventually he does.  He wrinkles 
his nose.  "The man smells like a brewery.  But the woman...smells 
like food." 
 
Angelus nods, pleased. "Good, very good I am impressed little one.  
Now, you're still too young to drink from the man.  The tainted blood 
can hit you harder than a brick, more so than drinking yourself. So I 
shall take him.  Now follow me." Angelus moves until he reaches the 
mouth of the alley and stops.
 
William moves.  He falls automatically into a cat-like, silent 
padding, step in step with Angelus.  He stops next to Angelus, and 
looks down the alleyway.  The man has the woman up against the wall 
and is rutting stranding up in the alley.  William waits to see the 
next move. 
 
Angelus pulls William close to him and whispers in his ear. "Now 
another lesson.  Humans-- when they have sex it releases an essence.  
It makes the blood deeper and more heady, so do not rush in or you'll 
have a high not too different than drinking absinthe-- although you 
may have never done that. Now move along the walls, keep to the 
shadows and whatever you do, do not make a noise, William. When we 
get close enough wait for my signal.  Do you understand?" 
 
William nods.  He can feel a rush of excitement.  He creeps, slowly, 
through the shadows getting closer and closer.  The couple is 
finishing, the man grunting and finishing with a loud groan.  Then he 
pulls out.  "Nice girl, Sally.  Here's a bit of extra for the ride."  
He reaches into his pocket. 
 
Angelus waits until the girl reaches over to take the money.  He 
comes out of the shadows,  grabs the man's neck, snapping it, and 
moves back into the shadows before the girl lifts up. When the girl 
looks up and around Angelus waits till she turns away and signals 
William.
 
William comes out, grabbing the girl and covering her mouth.  He 
pulls her head back and bites into her throat, drinking the blood.  
It tastes heavenly...though only a pale echo of the taste when he was 
nursing on Angelus' hand last night.  The fear, though...is 
intoxicating.  She struggles briefly against him.  But then suddenly 
she stops fighting, and begins to moan into his hand, plastering 
herself against him.  He keeps drinking until she stops moving 
completely.  Until, he realizes, he can hear her heart stop. 
 
Angelus throws the dead body of the man against the wall and there is 
a deep hole in his neck. Angelus is fine except for a feral glint in 
his eyes and when he talk it is in a low and sultry tone. "Did you 
taste the fear?"
 
"Yes."  William licks his lips.  "It was delicious.  Why did she moan 
like that?" 
 
Angelus grabs Spike around the waist, turns him around fast in his 
arms, and he licks slowly up his neck to his ear. "Because, my sweet 
boy, the bite turned from painful to pleasurable and she began to 
want it. There are places that people will go to pay for us to bite 
them, to feed off them.  They get a rush from it, a high. We cause a 
sensation so great they want us to feed off them almost more than we 
want to feed from them. 
 
William shivers against Angelus.  He is aroused from the feeding and 
this touching is making him harder still.  "Does it work that way if 
one vampire bites another?" 
 
Angelus nods, "Yes, but even more so for a Childe. If you were to 
bite me and drink my blood, it would be your own personal heaven.  
But yes, the bite itself is a extremely erotic experience. A Childe 
has been known to beg on hands and knees for a taste of their Sire."
 
"That was going to be my next question....why your blood tasted so 
much better than this.   And yes,  I would beg on hands and knees for 
another taste." 
 
Angelus slams William up against the wall, his eyes glimmer and glow, 
and his voice sounds intrigued and aroused all at once. "Would you 
really?"
 
William can smell his arousal.  And he knows the other vampire can 
smell his.  "Yes.  Yes, I would, Angelus." 
 
"Well then, home, shall we?" Angelus says, but he doesn't give 
William a chance to answer.  He grabs his hand and start to move back 
to the house they are staying in as fast as possible.  In mere 
minutes they are back, and Angelus tosses William into his high back 
chair.  He searches the house for Drusilla.  Once he sees she is 
gone, he comes back out and smiles evilly. "Take off your coat and 
jacket William." 
 
William removes them.  He is trembling as he looks at Angelus.  He 
knows he has made a terrible mistake, letting this creature know how 
much he craves another taste of the blood, but he can't help it. 
 
Angelus removes his jacket and tosses it on a hook on the wall.  Then 
he removes his suit jacket.  Next he looks at William's shoes. "Shoes 
now William."
 
William bends over and removes his shoes, then stands back up.  He 
looks at Angelus, fearful of what is coming next. 
 
"So to give you knowledge, I had you sit between my legs.  What do 
you think a good night's teaching of the hunt and my blood would cost 
you my boy?"
 
William is shaking now.  "I...I...I don't know.  What do you think?" 
 
Angleus loosens his tie and takes it off, untying it and wrapping it 
around his hands.  He begins to walk around William. "I wouldn't 
leave it up to me, Willie.  I could conjure up all kinds of nasty, 
evil, vile, perverse things to do with your body. But I liked the 
crawling concept." Angelus leans into William's ear and wraps the tie 
gently and softly around William's neck. "I liked the crawling idea a 
lot.  Will you crawl to me?"
 
William is harder than he ever imagined now as Angelus stalks him and 
touches him and says these evil things to him.  "Yes," he 
whimpers.  "Yes, I will crawl to you." 
 
Angelus tightens the tie some for emphasis, knowing it won't choke 
William. "Will you beg for me, pretty boy?"
 
William arches his neck back some in an instinctive show of 
submission.  "Yes, I will beg for you, Angelus." 
 
Angelus licks up William's neck again, then loosens the tie.  He 
backs up and sits in the high-backed chair. "Move to the back of 
room.  Then get on your hands and knees." 
 
William moves as he is instructed.  He is panting as he gets down 
onto his hands and knees.  He looks back at Angelus.  
 
Angelus nods and looks pleased. "Now crawl-- and slowly, William, do 
not rush it.  I saw you move earlier.  It was graceful and fluid, 
like a cat.  Do it again."
 
William closes his eyes, and tries to remember the feeling of the 
hunt, to find that moment of cat-like grace, and then he opens his 
eyes and starts moving.  His muscles ripple under the skin, 
impossibly smooth and liquid, as he crawls forward across the floor. 
 
Angelus tightens the tie around his fingers and gasps at the 
movements-- so sensual and sexy. He finds his voice. "Stop, and take 
off your shirt.  Then start back up, William.  I want to see your 
skin."
 
William stops.  He moans.  He has trouble making his hands work the 
buttons but finally he is able to shrug out of the shirt, exposing 
his sculpted chest to Angelus' hungry gaze.  He goes back to hands 
and knees and starts crawling again. 
 
Angelus growls under his breath and shifts in his chair. "You're the 
devil, boy, you have to be."
 
William's eyes widen.  "Am I doing something wrong?"  
 
Angelus shoots up and his voice rumbles, "NO, DON'T TALK AND DON"T 
STOP..." Angelus breathes again and calms down. "They are just words, 
William.  Do not stop,  Come to me now, come."
 
William keeps moving, prowling, like a pale panther in the soft 
moonlight in the parlor.  He keeps moving until finally he is there, 
between Angelus' legs. 
 
Angelus is panting.  If he took a second to analyze that, he would 
realize he hasn't done that since he has risen. He puts the tie back 
around William's neck gently. "Lift up on your knees."
 
William rises to his knees.  As he does so, his bare shoulders and 
the sides of his arms brush against Angelus' thighs. Angelus shivers 
and he tightens the tie slightly and whispers, "How are you doing 
this?  Tell me."  Angelus shakes his head.  "No, it doesn't matter.  
Do you want to feed from me? Bite me? Drink my blood?"
 
"Yes, Angelus.  I do.  More than anything I want another taste of 
your blood.  Please."  His expressive blue eyes look pleadingly at 
Angelus.  
 
Angelus hands shake and he pulls a bit more, but not too much that 
William can't talk. "I need more than that, William.  Beg pretty, beg 
like your life depended on me and no one else in the world." Angelus 
leans to William's lips whispering. "Beg for my blood like I was your 
Sire and you were my Childe and you needed me to survive."
 
His eyes open wide.  "Sire.  Please.  I'll starve without a taste of 
you.  Feed me, Sire, please, let me drink you in.  I'll live at your 
feet for just a tiny taste of your incredible nectar.  Have mercy on 
your pitiful Childe." 
 
Angelus leans his head back and tightens the tie, keeping the 
pressure intense.  He composes himself and leans his head forward.  
His eyes are slightly amber.  he tilts his neck and brings William 
forward with the tie til his mouth is touching his neck. "Go on, 
Childe.  You earned it.  Take your pleasure." 
 
William switches into game face, and then bites carefully into 
Angelus' neck.  Whereas before, on the hand, there was only a slow 
ooze, here it is a stream, and the richness nearly overwhelms him.  
The taste, the sensation...it's too much and he cums inside his 
trousers as he drinks. 
 
Angelus lets him drink more, and he smiles to himself when he smells 
the cum. After a minute he taps the back of William's head. "Enough, 
William.  You must stop now."
 
William moans and reluctantly removes his fangs, instinctively 
licking the wound closed.  Even after the wounds are closed, he keeps 
licking.  He's not quite sure why.  
 
Angelus cradles William's head to his neck and grins.  "You're a 
licker, I should've guessed. You're so much like a cat it's 
extraordinary."
 
Between licks, William asks.  "Is...that...wrong?  
Do..you...want...me...to...stop?"  He doesn't know why the act of 
licking Angelus' neck...a *man's* neck...seems so natural and right. 
 
Angelus shakes his head. "No, don't stop, as a matter of fact." 
Angelus lifts William into his lap and tilts his neck up. "There, 
more comfortable.  Go on, then, if you want to go back to it."

William wavers for a second, then moves in again, resuming the 
licking.  It was some deep instinct that made it almost compulsory to 
do this.  Angelus starts to purr and stroke down William's side. 
William hears the purring, and it causes him to harden again.  He 
realizes, with a start, that he has begun to purr as well. 
 
Just then the door crashes open.  "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"  
Dru sings at the top of her girlish lungs, and she flops onto the 
floor.  She is wearing a crown of flowers and carrying a porcelain 
doll.  She looks around at William and Angelus.  "Daddy!  You're 
playing so nice with the Prince.  Getting him all warmed up and 
rumbly for me.  Such a good Daddy!" 
 
Angelus growls low, and curls his fingers into William's side, hard 
and deep, then he seems to realize what he is doing.  He pushes 
William off his lap, stands up, and walks to Drusilla. "Come here, 
Princess, I missed you so.  We had such a good hunt."
 
"But I did too Daddy.  I killed a little flower girl and made a crown 
of the flowers.  And then I found another little girl and drank her 
and took her dolly.  So now Miss Edith has another playmate."  She 
moves into Angelus' arms.  "I missed you Daddy."
 
Angelus kisses Dru's head. "You did a very good job my pretty girl." 
 
Dru claps her hands.  "Thank you Daddy."  She looks up in his 
eyes.  "Did you need to play with Willie some more or can I take him 
off to bed?" 
 
Angelus looks at William on the floor and then back to Drusilla. "You 
take him to bed, my pretty girl.  He needs to rest.  He had a long 
day."
 
"Silly Daddy.  We're not going to rest.  Not after you got him all 
good and rumbly.  He's good for quite a while yet."  She goes over 
and pulls William to his feet.  "Come my Prince.  Your Princess needs 
to play."  
 
Angel clenches his fists, but calls out behind him. "Goodnight, 
William.  Sweet dreams."  Angelus soon hears giggles and grunts and 
moans coming from behind the bedroom door.  Angelus goes into his 
room with a fresh bottle of Scotch and drinks himself to sleep.
 
The next day Angelus and Spike go out again.  This time they attack a 
wedding party.  Angelus is showing off quite a bit for William, and 
afterwards Angelus carries off the bride, and they commandeer a 
carriage. 
 
William says, laughing, "And then, when you leapt up right in the 
middle of the ceremony, grabbed the priest's head, and squeezed it 
until it popped like..." 
 
Angelus replies, "Rotted melon."  Angelus is loving this to bits.  
The boy is so gleeful...no his boy is...damn it, he will be his boy 
if it is the last thing he does. He has been just inches away from 
bending each time.  He just needs him to tip over.
 
William leans forward. "Yes! Eyeballs dangling from the sockets, and 
you shouting, "Frankly, father, thine eyes offend me." He howls with 
laughter and leans back. "Bloody priceless. And beating the groom to 
death with his own arm, I mean, honestly, you're a bloody killing 
marvel." 
 
Angelus tips the bride towards him.  "Yeah.  Have a drink." 
 
William shakes his head. "No, that's your spoils, mate." 
 
Sounding a little annoyed, Angelus says, "I've had my fill. Go on, 
take her."
*Damn it, *he thinks,  *he fights me at every turn one way or 
another. I swear he finds ways to try to bug me.*
 
William gets a faraway look in his eyes. "Nah. I think I might go and 
find Drusilla. She's prowling for street urchins in the east end. 
Make her happy if I joined her for a bit." 
 
Angelus smiles cruelly. "She's special, isn't she? Our Drusilla." 
 
William smiles wistfully. "More than that. She brought me into this 
world. Where I was meant to be. It's like... she's my destiny." 
 
Angelus narrows his eyes a bit. "Yeah, she is a sweet plum. I mean, a 
bit dotty and brain-addled, but— " 
 
William interrupts. "She's not— She's just— It's like she's still got 
a bit of a child in her."
 
Angelus says. "Perhaps 2 or 3 by now." He knocks on the wall of the 
carriage behind him. "Driver! Stop the coach!"  He sighs 
heavily. "Happy hunting. Go on. Just be home before sunrise." Angelus 
waits until William is out of the carriage then he snaps the bride's 
neck and throws her where William was sitting. He was going to go 
home and he was going to find Dru.  He knew she was gonna be home 
early.  He had told her to be so.  He had some plans and he was gonna 
be damned if he kept William in the dark any longer. The boy would 
learn tonight how a vampire family worked in more than one way. 
 
Later that evening William comes stumbling into the house.  The door 
of Angelus' bedroom is open and he is busily humping a woman dressed 
in white.  "Well... looks like you haven't had your fill of her after 
all—" 
 
Angelus leans back, and now William can see that it is Drusilla.  
William stops dead in his tracks.  Drusilla looks over at 
William. "The little children didn't come out to play."  She sits up, 
drawing closer to Angelus' chest. "Did you miss me, pretty William?" 
 
Angelus looks at Dru, then at William. "I'm sure he did, Dru. After 
all... you are his destiny." Angelus knows he is being extra cruel 
but he can't help doesn't want to. William has to learn has to know, 
that nothing is his but everything is Angelus'.
 
"Oh. That's so sweet." Drusilla says.  Angelus laughs at William, and 
then Drusilla joins him in the laughter.  William narrows his eyes as 
he glares at Angelus. 
 
Angelus gets up and throws William into a wall, clutching him by the 
neck.   William shouts out, "Don't touch her!" 
 
Angelus grins. "Little late for that, Willie. And I really don't like 
it when you raise your voice to me. " Angelus is furiously close to 
blowing his gasket and hurting this beautiful specimen but he can't 
help it. William drives him to depths to which he has never sunk 
before.
 
Drusilla looks over and says, placatingly. "William, don't play such 
a sad tune."  She reclines and looks at him with a smouldering 
seductive look.  "Give us a kiss, then."

William looks at her, then back at Angelus.  "Why did you...? You 
knew. You knew she was mine." 
 
Angelus smirks.  "Did I?" 
 
"You knew bloody well!"  He pulls free of Angelus and punches him, 
then charges him. "Unh-aaaugh!"  
 
Angelus casts aside the charge easily and shoves William to the 
ground.  "Just don't get it now, do you?"  He grabs William by the 
lapels and hurls him onto the couch.  He shoves the corpses off the 
couch and plops down next to William.  "Well, you're new... and a 
little dim. So let me explain to you how things are now. There's no 
belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what 
you want... but nothing is yours."  Drusilla walks out of the bedroom 
into the doorway.  "Not even her." And Angelus adds to himself * And 
you're not hers boy...'cause you're mine.  Only one to own anything 
here is me...and you're mine. *

William looks at Drusilla. "You're wrong. We're forever, Drusilla and 
me." 
 
Drusilla clasps her hands dramatically over her heart.  "Are we?" 
 
"Ah, still the poet now, aren't we, Willie?" Angelus says. 
 
"William," William corrects. 
 
"Right. William. You know, you really should find a new name for 
yourself. It just doesn't strike the right note of terror."  He pats 
William's knee and stands, and then moves over to stand behind 
Drusilla.  "Tell you what... William. If you want her..."  He slips 
his hands around Drusilla's hips. "Come and take her."  
 
Drusilla holds out her hands, beseechingly.  What a wonderful game 
Daddy was teaching Willie. 
 
William bellows and charges Angelus angrily.  Angelus lets go of 
Drusilla's waist.  He grabs hold of William and slams him face first 
into the wall.  Putting his mouth to William's ear he whispers, "Now 
the real question is, did you charge `cause you're mad I was fucking 
her, or are you really mad cause you wanted it to be you?"
 
Damn that Angelus anyway!  His whispered voice causes William to go 
hard.  He twists around and punches Angelus again.  " 'Cause you 
slept with her!  You knew she was special to me!"  
 
Angelus punches William and calls back to Drusilla. "Princess, your 
grandmummy wrote and she will be coming home tomorrow.  Why don't you 
go out while it is still dark?  Find her flowers and bring them home, 
won't you?"
 
Drusilla squeals.  "Ooooooo....grandmummy.  Yes, I'll go get her 
flowers.  And maybe a little flowergirl." She skips out of the house, 
closing the door behind her.  
 
Angelus claps his hands and licks the blood from his lips. "Now 
that's better. We'll be leaving here tomorrow.  Darla wishes to spend 
time with us in a villa about a day's journey from here, then she 
plans to go back to the Master for another visit.  And here's the 
good part-- she is taking Drusilla with her.  Doesn't that sound 
grand my boy?"
 
"Leaving me alone with you?  No, I don't think so."  He shivers at 
the thought of being alone with Angelus again.  There's nothing he 
would stop at.  William had seen that tonight. 
 
Angleus tsk's and comes closer. "Now that's just hurtful William, 
afraid to be alone with me? Whatever makes you say that?"
 
William slides out and moves quickly away from Angelus.  "Because 
you're an evil, evil man."  He watches him warily from the other side 
of the room. 
 
Angelus looks wounded, lowers his head, and walks slowly to the 
kitchen.  He picks up the decanter that is now filled with whiskey 
and pours a glass, keeping his back to the door.
 
William watches this with concern.  Had he actually gotten through to 
Angelus?  He creeps up close behind Angelus, moving as quietly as he 
can. 
 
Angelus smiles to himself, but keeps his shoulders slumped and takes 
a drink, not alerting to the fact he knows William is there.  Then he 
wracks his shoulders a bit as if he is sobbing. 
 
Angelus?  Weeping?  Against his will, William is riveted to the 
spot.  Then, ever so gingerly, he reaches out a hand to touch Angelus 
on the shoulder.  
 
Angelus flinches away as if he has been burned, "Do not touch 
me....If I am such a vile, evil,thing then should I not be treated as 
such?"
 
William moves his hand back again.  "Why are you weeping?" 
 
Angelus does not flinch away this time, but makes his voice hurt and 
wounded.  "You do not like me, William, and after all I have done for 
you, my boy. All I have shown you and taught you so far. I gave from 
my body to you and what thanks do I get lad?  `You are a evil, evil 
man, Angelus.' That's what. Now leave me be."  Angelus takes his 
glass and starts to head to his bedroom.  He leaves the door open and 
walks in and sits on his bed.
 
William walks to the door of the bedroom.  "You've been very generous 
to me, Angelus.  But then you sleep with Dru, after all I said to 
you.  What am I supposed to think?" 
 
Angelus huffs and turns his body away from the door, his voice calm 
and understanding. "It is Vampire Lore, William.  And if you would 
stop being so scared of every little thing I do to thee lad, I could 
teach you more. But no, you insist on fighting me and giving me 
trouble."
 
"Vampire Lore?"  William steps a little closer.  "What Vampire Lore?" 
 
Angelus turns his body around and fiddles with his glass. "I'm not 
sure if I want ta' say William you'll just take the information and 
run off like you always do."
 
William moves still closer.  "I won't run off.  Not if you explain."  
 
Angelus points to the door. "Close the door, William, please.  The 
crying has agitated my eyes.  Sit with me and I will tell you what I 
mean."
 
William walks over and closes the door and then walks back to the 
bed. He slowly, carefully sits down on the edge of the bed.  
 
Angelus sighs and takes a big gulp of his whiskey then sighs 
again. "See, my boy?  Already you don't trust me."
 
William steels himself and wiggles more securely onto the bed and 
closer to Angelus.  "Is this better?" 
 
Angelus nods and gives William a thankful nod.  He goes straight into 
telling William, "Now, as I said Vampire Lore.  A Sire and Childe are 
known to have relations of all natures, as I'm sure you know."
 
"Y-yes.  I suppose so.  I mean, you said you and your Sire are 
lovers.  And Dru is my Sire, and we are lovers."  
 
Angelus nods and continues. "And I am Drusilla's Sire, therefore we 
have relations. But that is not the extent of the relationships in a 
Vampire Family, William.  Do you still follow me?"
 
William's eyes widen.  "I think so.  But th-th-that's unnatural.  
It's a crime against God."  
 
Angelus rolls his eyes, but is patient. "What sounds unnatural 
William? The fact that Darla Sired me, and she and I are lovers, and 
then I Sired Drusilla, and she and I are lovers?"
 
"N-no.  But you said there are other relations.  Maybe I am 
misunderstanding you.  Tell me what you mean."  
 
Angelus leans over to William, reaches his hand out, and touches his 
cheek. "Oh, you are not mistaken at all, William, you are a very 
bright boy. By other relations I mean if a Childe's Childe was wanted 
by the Grandsire . For example, Darla.  Like this trip to the Master, 
for instance.  Darla has every right to say she will take Drusilla 
along and I cannot by binding fight her wishes. She and Drusilla -- 
dare I say it -- fornicate with one another. So, my dear little one, 
what do you think that means for you and me?" 
 
William trembles.  "Two women?  But how do they?  And as for us..."  
His eyes are two blue pools.  "It's Vampire Lore?"  He whimpers in 
his throat, even as he grows hard thinking about it. 
 
Angelus smiles and sniffs the air. "Oh, yes, William two women can 
manage very well.  Maybe they can even give you a show, my innocent 
one. But it is Vampire Lore.  I wouldna lie."
 
William wriggles.  "Well, if that's the case, why all the games?  Why 
didn't you just tell me from the first?" 
 
Angelus leans back on his elbows and drinks the last of the whiskey.  
Then he sets the glass on the bedside table. "I dinna want you to 
just lay down, Will.  I wanted you willing, I wanted you to want me 
like I do you."
 
William blushes and looks away, swallowing hard.  "But I *do* want 
you.  It's just deviant.  I'm in bed with Dru sometimes and think 
about you and I get stiff, imagining you touching me, me touching 
you."
 
Angelus turns William's face back to him. "You really want me?" 
 
William nods slightly.  "I do.  God help me but I do." 
 
Angelus leans forward and whispers against his lips. "Then give us a 
kiss. I want to taste thee so bad."
 
William moves forward, tentatively resting his lips on Angelus, then 
kissing more firmly, then parting his lips and letting his tongue 
dart briefly out.  Angelus sucks the tongue into his mouth sucking on 
it and licking it. He moans and then releases it to cup William's 
jaw, and lick all through the insides of William's mouth, tasting him 
everywhere.
 
William moans and moves in closer against Angelus.  Outside the door, 
they can hear Drusilla's voice.  "Daddy, Darla is back.  She's 
outside getting out of the carriage!  Come and see!"  And Drusilla 
runs back outside. 
 
Angelus jumps up and picks William up, straightening him out and 
fixing his hair, his words a jumble. "Now William, best behavior, and 
dinna anger her and you will be fine.  Do you hear?"
 
"I hear."  William was really terrified of anything that made Angelus 
scared.  The two of them go out into the living room to await Darla's 
arrival. 
 
Darla comes walking in with Drusilla.  "I've told you before, 
Drusilla, not to call me grandmummy.  But the flowers are very nice, 
thank you."  She looks at William.  "What's this?"  
 
Drusilla pipes up.  "It's Prince William, my new playmate.  We've 
been having such a good time." 
 
Darla walks around him, looking appraisingly.  "Pretty enough.   Is 
it well-behaved?"  She looks at Angelus. 
 
Angelus nods. "Yes, Sire, he has shown great promise and willingness 
to learn. He listens well and he does not talk back. He is proving to 
be a great addition to our family. It seems Drusilla in her fancy to 
make a childe choose very well. Are you pleased, my love?"
 
She runs her hands over him.  "We shall see."  She comes over to 
Angelus and pulls him into a kiss.  She pulls back, looking 
accusingly.  "You both smell like each other." 
 
Angelus had dug his fingernails into his hands when Darla ran her 
hands over William.  Now he struggles for a excuse to placate 
her. "We were discussing Lore, my love.  We were close to each for 
sometime. Teaching-- you know how long each subject takes."
 
William tries very hard to keep a neutral expression on his face.  If 
it was okay what they had been doing, why was Angelus so desperate to 
keep it from Darla?  Another question to ask later.  But right now, 
it seemed important he keep his mouth shut.  
 
Darla seems satisfied with the explanation.  "Very well."  She walks 
over to William and takes his hand.  "Come with me, William.  Time to 
initiate you into our little family."  She looks back at 
Angelus.  "Sorry, dear boy.  Tradition and all that.  You'll have to 
console yourself with Dru tonight."   She drags him off into the 
bedroom and closes the door. 
 
Angelus waits until Darla is out of sight.  Then he turns and punches 
a wall, making a huge dent in the wall, and his chest rumbles and his 
back shakes. 
 
Dru comes closer, "Daddy?  What's the matter?  Isn't it good that 
Grandmummy wants to play with Willie?"  
 
Angelus says low and tensely. "William, Drusilla, he doesn't like 
Willie. Show your Prince a little respect and do not ever call him 
Willie again, all right?"
 
Drusilla's eyes are big and liquid.  "Ok, Daddy, if you say so."  She 
comes closer, cooing.  "You seem so cross, Daddy.  Let Drusilla make 
it better."  She strokes his face and rubs against him.  
 
Angelus is about to push her away when he hears noises from Darla's 
room, and he turns to Drusilla and pulls her against him. "You want 
to make it better for Daddy, truly?"
 
Drusilla nods.  "Uh-huh, Daddy.  I always want to make Daddy happy." 
 
Angelus smiles and starts to walk backwards with Drusilla in his 
arms. "Good, my Princess, you and I are gonna play a very special 
game.  How does that sound?"
 
Drusilla squeals happily.  "A game!  I love games, Daddy, you know 
that." 
 
Angelus grins wide and nods. Once in the room he shuts the door and 
stands back. "Take off your clothes for Daddy Drusilla show me your 
pretty form."
 
Drusilla smiles and slips out of her dress, and then her petticoats 
and corset.  She is naked, and spins around, showing herself to 
Angelus.  "Like this, Daddy?" 
 
Angelus nods and turns his finger around in a circle. "Turn around 
and bend over for me my pretty girl."
 
Drusilla giggles.  She turns around and bends over, touching her 
hands to the floor.  "Like this, Daddy?  This is a very silly game." 
 
Angelus groans. He knows it's not the same, he knows it's not 
William, but he can damn well pretend it is. He moves forward and 
lays his hand on Dru's lower back.  "Shh, now for the next part of 
the game my sweet girl. I want you to be very quiet like a mouse 
alright? Nod if you understand."
 
Drusilla nods as best she can in her precarious position.  
 
"Good girl." Angelus starts to caress her ass, feeling it in his 
hands and kneading the ass cheeks. He moans and closes his eyes and 
puts William in this position-- imagines it's William's ass he is 
touching. His erection springs to immediate attention and he moans 
aloud. He composes himself enough to issue a command. "Drusilla, go 
lay on the bed for Daddy on your stomach."
 
Drusilla gets out and glides over to the bed, laying down on her 
stomach.  She looks around coyly at Angelus.  
 
Angelus turns his finger around. "Playing, remember sweetling?  Head 
down on the bed, no peeking."
 
She pouts but puts her head down on the bed, burying her face in the 
pillow.  
 
Angelus smirks and takes off his clothes. "Good girl." Then the bed 
dips as he climbs on. He puts his hand under Dru's hips and lifts her 
to her knee but keeps her upper body down. He strokes her lower back 
and keeps his voice soft. "That's the next part of our game-- no 
moving out of this position, understand? Just nod if  you do."
 
She nods, never lifting her head from the pillow.  Fortunately she 
had no need to breathe. 
 
"Good girl." *Angelus spreads her knees apart wide and makes sure she 
is steady, then trails one hand down into the crevice of her ass. He 
closes his eyes and begins to speak as if he was talking to William, 
but keeping it watered-down so as to not let Drusilla catch on.  "So 
sweet, you're so soft, you feel so good." He traces around the pucker 
in tiny circles a few times, then brings the finger to his mouth, 
licking it, and then bringing it back down and circling again.
 
Drusilla moans.  Daddy had never played this game before, not with 
her, anyway.   It was a whole new game, and she wonders if she will 
like it. 
 
Angelus, his eyes still closed, caresses the back he imagines is 
William's.  He slowly inserts the finger inch by inch till it is 
sheathed inside what he imagines is William's body and he 
shudders. "Oh, god in heaven, you're so tight...so tight..." He 
mouths William's name to himself.
 
Drusilla whimpers and shakes.  This is good and painful all at once.  
She wants to move but Daddy would be angry, so she shivers and holds 
still. 
 
Angelus removes his finger and bites into it.  He reinserts it, 
moving it around and stretching the muscle.  He coos to what he is 
still imagining to be William, "Relax for me.  Let me take care of 
you."
 
Drusilla tries to relax, but it's so hard.  This is a very hard game 
that Daddy has chosen to play. 
 
Angelus wiggles his fingers and thrusts them back and forth. When he 
is sure the muscle has loosened, enough he inserts another finger and 
his voice grows husky. "Just relax for me, I'll take care of you."
 
Drusilla can't help it, the words just come out, "I'm trying Daddy." 
 
Angelus growls loudly, his bubble broken.  He leans over and covers 
Drusilla's mouth. "What did I say? I said to be silent, now didn't I? 
I said no talking.  Now are you gonna be a good girl or not?"
 
Drusilla nods, frightened.  Daddy is taking this game very 
seriously.  
 
Angelus kisses her head and lets her mouth go, his voice calm 
again.  "Head back down now for Daddy."
 
Dru puts her head back down.  She will try very, very hard.  Daddy is 
not in a good mood and she wants Daddy in a good mood.  
 
"Good.  Now relax.  Just concentrate, that's all, just relax." 
Angelus puts the two fingers back inside and starts a gentle 
thrusting, his eyes closing again. His bubble reforms. 
 
Drusilla has a vision, then, sees it in her head as clear as day.  He 
is wanting William, not her.   She begins to cry silently into the 
pillow.  Daddy doesn't want her. 
 
Angelus is lost in his fantasy.  He finally pulls out his fingers and 
lines up his erection.  He slowly inserts himself in the tight 
sheathing, gasping and moaning into what he imagines is William's 
back. 
 
Drusilla whimpers into the pillow.  It hurts and feels good all at 
the same time.  She holds still, hoping Daddy will finish soon.  She 
doesn't like this game.   
 
Angelus' pumps become hard and fast-- his world inside his head too 
great, too good.  He cums in a roar, mouthing William's name. He 
pulls out and rolls onto his back panting. 
 
Dru scrambles out of bed.  "That was not a fun game, Daddy.  I do not 
like that game."  Her eyes narrow.  "But maybe William will." 
 
Angelus' eyes flash.  He lifts up and sits on the edge of the bed, 
his face betraying nothing. "Had a vision then during our game?"
 
"Yes, Daddy.  I saw it all.  How long have you wanted him, Daddy?"  
Drusilla's eyes are amber, too.    
 
Angelus studies his fingernails and leans back. "Since he ran into 
me, Princess.  It started then--but grew so very much more when I saw 
him.  Why do you ask, sweetling?"
 
"So why didn't you just make him, Daddy?  You were frightened of 
Darla, am I right, Daddy?  Frightened she'd be jealous and kill 
him?"  
 
Angelus sighs and looks up, his voice a drawl. "Yes, Princess,  
you're a very smart girl. If I would've turned him, Darla would've 
brought her wrath upon him, and I couldn't have that for the very 
pretty William, now could I?"
 
"No, Daddy, you couldn't.  I won't tell Grandmummy, Daddy.  I want 
William too.  But I never, never want to play this game again, 
Daddy." 
 
Angelus nods. "All right.  Your silence about William and I promise 
to never play this game again.  Do we have a deal?"
 
"Deal."  She crawls back into bed.  "Are we going to sleep Daddy or 
do you want to play nicer games?" 
 
Angelus tilts his ear and he hears no sounds of moaning, so he lays 
on his side, pulls Drusilla close to him, and covers them. "Sleep, my 
Princess, we have traveling to do when we wake."
 
** SUNNYDALE, November 1998 ** 
 
A classic 1958 Dodge Desoto FireFlite crashes through the 'Welcome to
Sunnydale' sign and screeches to a halt. The door opens and a nearly
empty liquor bottle falls out and smashes to pieces on the pavement.
Spike slides off of his seat and hits the street flat on his back on
top of the broken glass, drunk out of his mind. He lifts his head
unsteadily and tries to raise himself to his elbows.
 
Spike murmurs,  "Home, sweet..." he chuckles, "home." 
 
He passes out and collapses back to the pavement.
 
A short while later he wakes up again, and walks through the streets
to a familiar house. He uses a long-unused key and lets himself in,
stumbles to a couch and sinks down on it.
 
Angel, a few minutes later, comes out with a book in hand and walks 
to the fireplace to grab his whiskey glass he had forgotten earlier. 
 
Spike stirs and sees what looks like Angelus.  "Figures.  Dru dumps 
me, I see Angelus.  Only fitting since I helped send him to hell.  
Hello, imaginary Angelus.  You going to soothe me and make it all 
better, the way you did before when she hurt me?" 
 
Angel looks up and the glass falls out of his hand and crashes to the 
floor* "Jesus Christ."
 
"Blasphemy, Angelus?  No welcomes for your beautiful boy?"  Even 
drunk as he is, Spike automatically shifts into Seducer mode at the 
sight of his old lover. 
 
Angel presses his palms to his eyes and chants over and over, "You're 
alseep.  Just wake up, just wake up. You're asleep."
 
Then Spike takes a deep breath and smells Angelus, and feels his 
connection to him.  He gets up and prowls towards 
Angelus.  "Angelus?  You are back and you didn't let me know?"  
 
Angel presses himself to the wall and holds up his hands, about to 
protest further, when he smells Spike as well and knows he is awake.  
He swears once again. "Oh, Jesus Christ."
 
Spike purrs and moves against Angelus, rubbing himself on him as he 
stands pinned to the wall.  "Surely you have more to say than that."  
His voice is smooth, liquid sex.  
 
And yes, Angel does.  So he takes a breathe and says firm and 
slowly, "I'm not Angelus."
 
Spike's eyes flicker.  "Angel?"  He pauses for a moment, 
thinking.  "Doesn't matter.  Close enough for me."  He continues to 
rub himself against Angel. 
 
Angel pushes Spike away, walks him backward, and shoves him back to 
sitting. "Just stop that and sit there-- I mean it."
 
Spike purrs.  "I love it when you're all masterful."  His eyes 
glitter. 
 
Angel ignores him and starts to pace, thinking of what to do. 
*Question him, get him out, no...no stake him-- have to-- he's a 
killer...no...no, damn it...Angel...god, damn it, just do it!  You 
have to.*
 
Spike leans back on the couch and starts squirming about sexily, 
rubbing his hands all over himself.  Angel picks up a stake then, and 
walks over shoving the stake towards Spike's heart, but stopping only 
a half-inch away. He then seems to be struggling with that half-inch, 
his hand frozen. Then he drops it with a growl, and walks to the far 
corner of the wall.  He seems to be talking to himself.

Spike sees the stake coming, but does not fight or fear it.  If Angel 
wants to stake him, at least it will take him out of his suffering.  
He bares his throat, showing prominently his claiming scar.  Angel 
turns back, sees the scar, and curses loudly.  He punches the wall 
creating a huge hole in it. 
 
Spike moans.  It reminds him so much of Angelus, the violence and the 
pacing.  "Do what you want with me, Angel.  I'm still yours." 
 
Angel shakes his head and looks at his bleeding hand, watching the 
blood run down his knuckles. "No, you're not, Spike.  You belong to 
someone who doesn't exist anymore."  He turns and walks back to the 
bedroom, picking up his book on his way.  He spares Spike a 
glance. "I want you gone-- but if you're still here in the morning I 
want answers, then I want you gone." And with that he goes into his 
room and closes the door behind him. 

Spike looks after him.  He smiles.  Angel can't refuse him, any more 
than Angelus ever could.   Not if he really wants to have him.  Spike 
could raise his interest when he was a mere fledge.  Now he is a 
Seducer with over a hundred years' practice.  He strips off his 
clothes, and strokes his cock into hardness, thinking of Angel.  He 
goes over by Angel's bedroom door and stands there, knowing Angel can 
feel him, and smell him.  
 
Angel feels Spike by the door.  He sits up and closes his book, 
setting it on the nightstand.  *Damn, * he thinks, * I knew he 
wouldn't listen. Damnit, damn it. * He stands up after thrumming his 
fingers on the bed to distract himself. He paces around in tiny 
circles, then walks over and closes the curtains, plunging the room 
in darkness. But that doesn't make Spike go away-- or the smell. 
Angel curses under his breath and walks slowly to the door. He sets 
one hand on either side of the door, sets his head against it, and 
whispers, "Please William, please go to sleep." 
 
"You want me, Angel,"  he says in a husky sexy voice.  "You want me, 
I can tell.  And I could never resist your desire.  I know what you 
want more than you do."  
 
Angel shakes his head, even though he knows it is fruitless, and 
keeps his voice a whisper. "No, you're wrong Will, you do not know 
what I want. You know what he wanted, and I am not him, so just lay 
down and sleep."
 
"You *are* him, Angel.  I can still feel him there.  And I will not 
leave as long as I can feel your desire." 
 
Angel covers his crotch and coughs and tries one last time his voice 
firm, "There isn't any, Spike.  Now go the hell to sleep.  We'll talk 
in the morning."
 
"You go to sleep.  Or try.  I can still smell you, feel you.  We 
should be touching, not standing on either side of this damn door." 
 
Angel jars open the door, grabs Spike's throat, brings him into the 
room, and slams him up against the wall. His eyes glow and his voice 
is low. "This enough touching for you?"
 
Spike purrs, and pulls up his full Seducer aura.  He licks his lips 
with just the tip of his pink tongue.  "Reminds me of foreplay, 
yes."  
 
Angel squeezes his throat. "Stop it! I should've never taught you 
that.  It's been a bane to my existence ever since."
 
"No."  His voice is smooth velvet.  "You can kill me if you want, 
Angel.  It's your right.  You own me.  I gave myself to you long 
ago.  I bear your brand.  But you can't stop me from being what you 
taught me to be...your whore." 
 
Angel slams him once, then again, then releases him and backs into 
the shadows, his voice carrying out. "Don't say that again Spike.  
Just go away.  Don't say that."
 
"I am not going away, Angel.  And I can stop saying it, but it 
doesn't make it any less true.  You trained me that way...to be your 
little Seducer whore." 
 
Angel screams, "I DIDN'T GOD DAMN IT!!" And he paces in the shadows, 
watching Spike wearily out of the corner of his eye.
 
"You did.  You can't disown what you did before, just because you 
have a soul now. "  He watches Angel pace.  "So like a lion, a sexy 
lion, pacing in the darkness, watching its prey.  You're still a sexy 
beast, even tormented as you are." 
 
Angel turns around, his back to Spike, and lowers to his haunches. He 
brings his hands above his head and clasps them.  Rocking back and 
forth, he whispers, "I hate you."
 
"Yes, I know.  Because I tempt you.  Because I remind you of all the 
delicious evil things we used to do together."  Spike starts stalking 
towards him, moving fluid and panther-like.  
 
Angel lowers his head to his knees. "Yes."
 
"Having a soul doesn't stop you from touching me, from enjoying me 
touching you.  Sex is not evil, Angel.  Sex is beautiful and 
wonderful and good...oh, so good.  You remember how good I can make 
it for you?  The things I can do to you?  The things you can do to 
me?" 
 
Angel pulls at his hair slightly and stops rocking, but digs his head 
in between his knees farther. "Yes, yes, yes, yes."
 
Spike has reached him now, and he runs his fingers over Angel's 
back.  He starts kneading and rubbing the muscles, hitting the spots 
that always used to make Angelus purr. He scrapes his nail over 
Angel's tattoo, tracing the delicate lines. 
 
Angel reaches up and grabs Spike's wrist, stilling it. "Please Spike, 
I am begging now, please just go away."
 
"Angel, begging?  This won't do at all.  No, I won't go, Angel.  I 
want you and you want me and you know me well enough to know I won't 
stop."  He pulls his hand free of Angel's grip and starts tracing the 
tattoo again. 
 
Angel stands up fast, twists Spike's arm, and walks him over to the 
door only to lock it. Then he walks close to the bed, throws Spike on 
it, and backs against the wall at the foot of the bed, his voice low 
and raspy. "Italy, three months after your turning. After we murdered 
and tortured everyone that hurt you-- we got away from the Girls 
again.  We made up the stupid excuse about how we would search out 
the Master's big prophecy of the month.  Do you remember?"

Spike nods, a wistful smile on his face.  "Yes, Angel.  I remember.  
I remember every second of our time together." 
 
Angel holds up his hand. "Wasn't finished...so Italy-- when we 
watched the public sex show and I was revolted some. I was an older 
Vampire, for Christ's sake-- done and seen it all-- but you loved it. 
You wanted me to fuck you in the midst of them, tried every trick you 
knew. Even tried to make me jealous by rubbing up a guy who looked 
like me."
 
Spike chuckles, low and sexy.  He sighs.  "Yes, I remember.  What of 
it?" 
 
Angel holds up his hand again. "Was getting there, Will, always so 
impatient. So when I got you back to the Hotel I was furious. I was 
spitting daggers-- even remember slapping you for rubbing against 
that guy. Then I calmed down and made you strip, made you touch 
yourself, made you writhe before I even considered coming to you. I 
made you fuck yourself on your fingers. Then, then I finally came to 
you. Remember?"
 
"Yes."  He nods.  Spike begins touching himself, rubbing his hands 
over his chest, pulling his nipples into tiny peaks, then slowly 
moves his hands down his stomach, rubbing his hips, then his thighs, 
then finally onto his still-erect cock.  He writhes in pleasure on 
the bed, imagining Angel's hands touching him. 
 
Angel nods and loosens his pajama pants strings. "Good, but keep 
going.  Not quite what I want, and I have less patience now then I 
did then, Spike."
 
Spike takes one hand and moistens two fingers in his mouth, then 
works them into his ass.  He gasps and moans, pumping them hard, 
brushing his prostate.  "Angel, oh god, Angel, your hands, your 
wonderful hands on me."  He pumps his cock more firmly as he violates 
his own ass.  He is fluid sexual grace as he writhes and wriggles on 
the bed, moaning and mewling and purring, and calling Angel's name. 
 
Angel closes his eyes. God, damn it. This boy it never failed. No 
matter what, no matter under what circumstances. He could never fight 
him. Angelus always made it like he owned Dear William...but it was 
never true. Dear William owned him. He opens his eyes and trails his 
hands to his pajamas and lowers them slowly. "A whore screams louder. 
I am not fully convinced you really want me, Spike.  Try harder."
 
Spike plunges harder into himself, and screams, "Angel!  Oh god, 
Angel, deeper, harder, fuck your little whore!"  And he plunges still 
harder.  His back is arched and bowed tight so that he can maintain 
this pace and position, his muscles rippling from the strain.  He 
pulls harder on his cock, screaming, "Angel!  Angel!" 
 
Angel moans and kicks his pajama pants from his feet and climbs on 
the bed, it dipping under him. He watches Spike's fingers go in and 
out of himself, and he licks his lips. "Good boy, now remove your 
fingers and look at me."
 
Spike removes his fingers and relaxes his arched back, looking at 
Angel.  His hand is still pumping his cock, but it slows the pace-- 
Angel did not tell him to stop that, and he didn't wish to disobey 
him. 
 
Angel points to the hand pumping Spike's cock. "Stop that too." And 
he moves so he is hovering just above Spike, every part of him just 
barely brushing him.
 
Spike's hand moves away from his cock.  As Angel hovers above him, he 
rolls his muscles, arching to touch small parts of himself to Angel 
at a time.  
 
Angel tsk's. "Tsk, Tsk. Spike-- now stop being a bad boy and stay 
still.  Do you understand?"
 
Spike drops and stays still.  "I understand, Sire," he purrs.  
 
Angel nods. "Good boy." Then he lowers his fingers to the quivering 
hole and just trails circles around it. 

Spike moans and whimpers.  Angel is actually touching him.  He was 
sure he could do it but now it is actually happening.  
 
Angel seems lost in his own world. "I should've never given you the 
power, Spike. I showed you, I made it so easy for you to see how to 
manipulate me. I gave you the keys and showed you in. How can I 
complain when I did that?" He dips one finger in, then another right 
after. 
 
"Mmmmmm.  I remember.  You were so proud of me."  He gasps as the 
fingers enter him. 
 
"I was.  You transformed and molded to everything I showed you so 
quickly. I pissed off everyone and everything to keep you. I let you 
make me weak and never even thought twice." Angel adds another 
finger, and then one more.  Four fingers are now brushing over 
Spike's prostate. 
 
"Don't blame it on your training.  You couldn't keep your hands off 
me from the start.  You wanted me the moment you saw me, you said 
so.  It was fate, Angel.  You were fated to want me and I was fated 
to belong to you." 
 
Angel twists his fingers harshly and his eyes glow. "I think you need 
to be quiet now, boy. Well-- unless you're screaming and moaning, 
which you will be very soon." Angel keeps thrusting his fingers back 
and forth until he knows it's loose enough to do what he plans to.  
Then he bends his thumb in, and pushes his hand all the way slowly 
into Spike. 
 
Spike moans and whines and growls as Angel's hand enters him.  It has 
been almost a year since Angelus ravaged him and he has not been 
filled in all that time.  He writhes into the bed, and his hands claw 
the sheets.  
 
Angel nods, pleased that Spike didn't slip and talk.  He starts to 
make a fist inside Spike, being very careful not to tear him. He 
starts a gentle thrusting and breathes out reverently, "Italy."
 
Spike howls in pleasure, his whole body shaking as Angel fist-fucks 
him.  It has been a long, long time since this particular pleasure 
has been his.  The only regret he has is that he cannot touch Angel, 
cannot bring him pleasure.  
 
Angel stretches his fingers over Spike's prostate. "Cum now Will, cum 
for me."
 
*Oh, those words.  He knows I can't resist those words.*  Spike cums, 
hard, spurting all over his stomach.  Angel moans and slowly takes 
out his hand, careful to bend his thumb, and then slides one finger 
out at a time. Then he bends over and laps Spike's cum, drop by drop, 
until it is all licked up.  "Uhmmm, tasty just as it has always been."
 
Spike moans softly as Angel licks him clean.  He reaches his hands to 
stroke and tangle in Angel's hair.  Angel lays his head on Spike's 
stomach.  He purrs softly and says, as if trying to convince 
himself, "I hate you, Spike."
 
Spike continues to stroke Angel's hair, and purrs against him as 
well.  He pulls Angel's face to his, and kisses him deeply.  "I love 
you, Angel."  He strokes his hands over Angel's face and neck. 
 
Angel sighs. 'Why do you say that? You don't love me you love him and 
do I need to say it again?"
 
"You don't have to believe me.  I know you, Angel.  I know you better 
than you know yourself."  
 
Angel puts his hands on either side of Spike's face. "Sure you do, 
William. If it helps you sleep at night. Now wrap your legs around my 
waist."  Spike wraps his legs around Angel's waist, pulling his 
crotch hard against Angel's stomach.  He is still purring, and 
stroking Angel's face and neck.  
 
Angel lays his neck against Spike's mouth. "Are you still a licker, 
my lad?" Spike needs no more encouragement.  He starts licking on 
Angel's neck, and gently biting with blunt teeth from time to time.  
His hands shift down further, running over his chest and tweaking his 
nipples. 
 
Angel chuckles. "Still a licker, good.  Now why don't you still be 
Daddy's little screamer and do it for me now." Angel tilts his hips 
forward fast and enters Spike swiftly. Spike screams in a sheer howl 
of joy as Angel sinks into him.  He is already well-stretched from 
the fist-fucking but feels the incredible connection as they are 
truly made one again.  
 
Angel moans, tilts Spike's neck back, traces over the mark he made so 
long ago, and whispers once again, "I hate you." And he thrusts 
gently and deeply, touching Spike's prostate each time.
 
Spike gasps as Angel traces over the mark.  "Yours," he 
whines.  "Yours."  He thrusts back his hips against Angel.  
 
Angel shakes his head and whispers, "No, no.  Stop saying it ...no." 
He closes his eyes and holds one of Spike's legs further up his 
back.  He traces the mark with his other and goes deeper still. Spike 
grunts as Angel goes deeper into him, and he thrusts back even 
harder.  "Not saying it doesn't stop it from being true.  I am 
yours." 
 
Angel covers Spike's mouth, sets his head on the bed beside Spike's, 
and starts to thrust as fast and deep as he can. Spike rides the 
thrusting, and continues to mumble incoherently through the hand.  He 
angles his hips to take Angel in deeper, and begins contracting his 
muscles, milking Angel's cock as tightly as he can. Angel reaches 
underneath them and pumps Spike's cock hard once, then twice, and 
hits his prostate hard. Spike howls again in pleasure into Angel's 
hand, and bucks hard against Angel. 
 
Angel repeats again and again, so close to cumming, "God Spike, 
fuck.  Cum, Spike. God...now, now, now."  Spike cums again, helpless 
to resist his Sire's commands.  He had been trained over so many 
years to respond to those words. 
 
Angel cums then when Spike's muscles tighten around him.  He pulls 
out when he calms and lays beside Spike on the bed. He turns his head 
to the moonlight trying to come through the bottom of the curtain and 
watches it change pattern and flow this way and that. He lays on his 
side and pulls the blanket to his waist. 
 
Spike rolls over and plasters himself against Angel's back.  He 
begins to slowly and methodically lick Angel's tattoo. Angel shivers 
and whispers, "Don't, Spike."
 
"But I always do this.  Your neck or your tattoo.  Until we go to 
sleep." 
 
"I know what we always did Spike and then is not now. I will let you 
sleep here with me if you want, but you will tell me what's going on 
in the morning then you will leave. I did not change my mind about 
anything since my soul.  That's not gonna change now."
 
Spike lies there.  *Stingy bastard.  It cost him nothing to let me 
lick him.  He knows how it comforts me.*  "Can't leave in the 
morning, you twit.  It's daylight. You remember, vampires, daylight, 
don't mix." 
 
Angel groans and covers his head with a pillow. A few minutes pass, 
then he takes the pillow off and pulls Spike against him. "Fine, lick 
you insolent brat. Shut up and lick and let me sleep."
 
Spike moans happily and moves forward to lick him again.  He purrs 
softly and contentedly.  Angel groans and puts his head on his 
pillow. "Please, no purring, I will never be able to sleep.  Just 
give me that and you can lick all you like." The purring dies in his 
chest, but Spike continues to lick until he finally falls asleep. 
 
Angel wakes in the early evening and finds Spike still sleeping 
beside him. He reaches and carefully strokes his cheekbones and 
whispers, "Why couldn't you stay away? All you do is remind me. I 
need to be a better man, you just make me want to be the man I was." 
Angel sighs and walks to his dresser, grabbing a pair of training 
pants and slipping them on. He walks to the door, looks at Spike's 
sleeping form and whispers, "I don't hate you Will." 
 
And he walks out closing the door softly behind him. He goes into the 
kitchen, heats up blood in a pan, walks out to the make-shift 
training room, and turns on the light. He goes back, fills his mug 
with the pan-heated blood, and goes into the training room where he 
starts doing tai chi. 
 
Spike wakes up to the smell of blood warming.  He goes into the 
kitchen and sees the pan.  He tastes the blood.  Ugh.  Pig's blood.  
He'll wait.  He wanders through the house until he finds Angel.  He 
stays a way back, watching Angel do his tai chi.   Angel senses Spike 
there but doesn't say anything for a bit.  Just keeps up his 
movements and lets his muscles stretch and tighten and starts to 
count in his head. Spike watches him in awe.  He is so magnificent 
and graceful.  For such a large man he moves with incredible 
precision.  
 
Angel is impressed.  He is on about 15 now, and Spike still hasn't 
said or done anything.  He thinks that he may either die or pass out 
from the surprise of it. He stops, turns around to Spike, and just 
tilts two of his fingers to Spike in a gesture for him to come 
forward. 
 
Spike steps forward, stopping just in front of Angel.  He looks at 
him, silently, waiting to see what will happen. Angel turns Spike, 
then slides his legs between his and slides Spike's apart until he is 
in the stance Angel wants him in. Then he moves Spike's arms to where 
he wants them.  He starts to tap Spike's chest in a heartbeat rhythm. 
He whispers, "Feel that?" 
 
"Yes, I feel that."  Spike responds. 
 
"Good.  Now when I move you, just move with me, and always keep that 
rhythm. I will show you the basics, but then I am gonna move away and 
I want you to do the rest. Let's see if you still learn quicker than 
anything, shall we?" Angel taps with one hand on Spike's chest in the 
rhythm, then moves and bends his leg slightly and then taps Spike's 
leg with his other hand. Spike matches Angel's movement.  He smiles.  
Angel remembered.  He was touched. 
 
Now Angel uses his free hand to moves Spike's arm with his straight 
out. Then he moves his tapping hand off Spike's chest and says, "Keep 
that rhythm.  I need my other hand now." He brings up that hand now 
to bend his arm in front of Spike to show what he would do and waits. 
Spike matches the movement again, moving with his customary grace, 
moving in time to the rhythm that Angel showed him. 
 
Angel nods, "Good boy." Then Angel stands straight and starts over, 
teaching Spike a few more moves. He finally stands back and in front 
of Spike and sits on the floor. "Now put them all together and do 
them in a fluid motion to the rhythm--one by one by one by one."
 
Spike breathes, and starts to move through the motions he has been 
taught, moving smoothly from one to the other, keeping the rhythm, 
remembering the smooth motions he watched Angel doing.  He gets to 
the end of the motions and stops and looks at Angel. Angel 
claps. "Still a fast learner.  Nice to see some things stay the same. 
You hungry?"
 
"Yeah, but not for pig's blood.  I can wait."  He looks at Angel.  "I 
don't kill them anymore, you know.  I'm a Seducer.  No need.  I 
seduce them, I drink from them, I let them go." 
 
Angel looks up at Spike, trying to hazard whether to trust him or 
not. "You let them go?"
 
"Yes, Angel.  I'm not saying I don't kill anymore.  Punks get in my 
way, people try to kill me, I kill them back.  But I don't kill to 
feed.  Don't need to.  The sex blood is richer than the fear blood 
any day.  And I let them go, I can drink from them another day.  No 
bodies to cover up."

Angel nods, but still has this part of him that can't believe it's 
true. Maybe so he doesn't have to give into the feelings-- or cause 
of Buffy-- but then again not likely her. He imagines so he doesn't 
have to give into the feelings—doesn't let the souless creature he 
has loved for so long in.  God knows what he could talk him into 
after so long. He knows-- he was in hell forever and a day. So he 
just stands and walks close to Spike. "Anyway, wasn't offering pig's 
blood if you were hungry. I was gonna do a old times trick."
 
Spike's eyes glitter.   "Really?"  Spike becomes immediately 
aroused.   
 
Angel smells this and rolls his eyes/ "Will, do you ever stop? And 
yes, really.  Are you hungry? And don't lie for the sake of my blood, 
Will, I mean it."
 
"Can't help it.  You remember what your blood does to me.  And yes, I 
am hungry.  I've been traveling for days, and hadn't stopped to eat 
or to sleep.  But you don't have to feed me.  I can wait.  I've got a 
lot more control than I used to."  His voice is calm but his body is 
shaking.  
 
Angel walks until he is a breathe away and tilts his neck. "I do not 
offer if I do not mean it and you know this, William.  Now drink if 
you're hungry, then. This will make me feel better anyway."
 
Spike shifts into game face and sinks in his teeth.  It has been so 
long.  The blood is so intoxicating.  It gets richer the older Angel 
gets, and he must have been in hell a long time, because it is like a 
wonderful aged wine.  When he was a fledge he would cum just from the 
taste...now he can restrain himself but he is hard as stone as he 
drinks.  The pleasure is so great.   
 
Angel cradles Spike's head and says, almost childlike, "Can you taste 
the soul? I mean, do I taste different?"
 
"Yes.  It is...lighter.  Clearer." 
 
Angel sighs, seemingly pleased, and when he feel like Spike has taken 
enough he taps his head lightly. "That's enough, Spike."
 
Spike withdraws his fangs reluctantly, and begins to lick the wounds 
closed.  He moans against Angel's neck.  
 
Angel shivers. "Now why did you have to do that for?"  Angel backs 
up, picks up his mug, his towel and leaves the room shutting off the 
light as he goes. He walks into the kitchen, drinks the last of his 
blood, and puts it in the sink, rinsing it out. He unwraps the towel, 
rinses his face off in the water, then splatters water all over 
himself. 
 
Spike slides in to the kitchen door.  "I have offended you, Sire?  I 
meant no harm."  
 
At Spike's voice he splatters more water on himself like he is 
burning up. He waves his hands in the air. "No, you didn't offend me 
Will...Spike ..no, Jesus...it's just the moaning...damn 
it...moaning.....licking....purring..fuck." He picks up the sprayer 
on the sink and douses his face and chest. 
 
"You don't want me."  Spike's voice is bleak.  
 
Angel looks at Spike as if he had just called him wonder woman and 
lifts the sprayer and soaks Spike. "Are you on drugs?"
 
"You don't want to want me."  Spike says.  "That's why you keep 
running."  
 
Angel presses the button on the sprayer and tries to look 
menacing. "Do you want me to soak you to death? Ask me another dumb 
question. Of course I don't want to want you. I have a freaking soul 
now and I don't KILL PEOPLE. Spike, I swear. But here I am, unable to 
stop myself, just like day one."
 
"I'll leave at nightfall."  Spike turns away, tears in his eyes.  His 
body is shaking. 
 
Angel puts down the sprayer.  He goes and turns Spike and holds him 
close, stroking his back. "Shh, shh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Will shhh 
please."
 
Spike's tears fall on Angel's chest.  They are almost hot against his 
cool skin.  "I'm sorry.  For everything."  
 
Angel threads his fingers through Spike's hair. "What do you mean?"
 
"That I still love you.  That I can't be what you want me to be."  
 
Angel pulls Spike close to him. "Don't be sorry for those things, 
they are not your fault. I don't hate you Will. I lied when I said 
that."
 
"You don't?"  Spike looks up, his face hopeful.  "You don't hate me?" 
 
"I don't hate you. It is physically impossible for me to hate you. I 
get ill if I even think about the word hate and you in serious 
context together." Angel smiles goofily. 
 
Spike stops crying, and lays his head on Angel's chest.  There is a 
tiny rumble of a purr deep in his chest.  
 
Angel kisses the top of Spike's head. "Little one, why did you come 
back here anyway?"
 
"Dru left me.  Left me for a chaos demon.  Everybody leaves me.  I 
don't have any family left.   And then...you were here." 
 
Angel hisses through his teeth. "The ugly ones with slime and 
antlers?"
 
"Yes.  The ugly ones with slime and antlers.  She said she could see 
the Slayer all over me.  So I came back here.  I'm not even sure 
why." 
 
Angel looks at Spike. "Buffy?  She saw Buffy all over you? Man, that 
girl. But it has to mean something-- always does. And as for why you 
came back here-- it is a Hellmouth and this place did rack up a lot 
of memories quick."
 
"Must be it.  And I came back here to the mansion because I knew I 
could get in...and because of the memories." 
 
Angel looks around and to the room he will not go in and sighs. "Bad 
memories, Will, that's all that live here."
 
Spike lifts his hand and strokes Angel's face.  "Good memories.  I 
had you back.  You weren't running from me anymore.  I didn't mind 
the pain."  
 
Angel shakes his head, kisses Spike'd hands and takes them in his.  
He says softly, "You say that-- but you haven't been in there."
 
"Your guilt.  Let go of it, Angel.  The demon was crazed from being 
caged for so long.  I understood.  I wanted to ease the pain."  He 
kisses Angel's hands.  "I'm yours.  All I want is to make you happy, 
to bring you pleasure." 
 
Angel nods and looks to the room. "Help ease my pain, you said.  You 
want to help me now?"
 
"Yes."  
 
Angel takes Spike's hands in his and closes his eyes. "I want to go 
in that room and face my demons.  Take me in there, please."
 
Spike stands up, pulling Angel with him.  "Certainly, Angel.  
Anything for you."   He pulls him to the room, and opens the door.  
He can see that the walls have been scrubbed, but the blood did not 
completely come out, nor is the smell of blood and sweat and fear 
completely gone.  "We're here, Angel."  
 
Angel smells everything.  He begins to pale and tries to pull away, 
to leave. "Oh, bad idea...bad...bad."
 
Spike grips him hard and holds him.  "No.  You said you wanted to 
face your demons.  You need to stay and try."  
 
Angel whimpers and whispers* "I was a monster, Spike."
 
"You were a desperate, caged animal who had been uncaged.  And you 
needed someone to release your pain on.  I was there, I was 
helpless... but more than that, I was willing." 
 
"I cared about you and I hurt you, why did I do that to you." He says 
all this his eyes still closed tightly. 
 
"You were insane.  The demon was insane.  It couldn't distinguish 
between love and hate.  It loved me and so it hated me too.  I think 
that in time the pain would have been leached away and the demon 
would have become sane again... would have become the old Angelus 
again." 
 
Angel breathes hard in and out, and slowly opens his eyes. "You were 
paralyzed. I wanted you to be better and but I wouldn't help you, I 
wanted you to be near me but I couldn't stand it. I promised you I 
would never hurt you that badly or that much."
 
"You were insane.  I understood.  I love you, and I wanted to make 
you better.  I would have given my unlife to make you better, 
Angel."  
 
Angel nods and steps forward. "Insane. You keep saying that. What if 
it was just anger." He traces his fingers over the bloodied walls and 
then sits on the bed.  "What if it was jealousy?"
 
"I imagine that was part of it.  I had been with Dru all those years 
after I was abandoned.  Doesn't change how I felt." 
 
Angel shakes his head. "You keep saying abandoned-- I didn't I did 
what was best for you, and Drusilla. I would've staked you back then, 
my guilt was so bad. I didn't want to kill you, you meant so much to 
me."
 
"I didn't know that.  I didn't know you had a soul.  Darla didn't 
tell us.  Remember in the sub in '43- even then you didn't tell me.  
What was I supposed to think?  How was I supposed to feel?  My lord 
and master and lover left me with no word.  I was abandoned." 
 
Angel sighs and draws his legs up on the bed and fiddles with the bed 
sheets. "I'm sorry you felt that way. I didn't intend it."
 
"Then Darla left...she certainly didn't care about us with you gone.  
And the only family I had left in the world was Dru.  For a hundred 
years.  I was created to love you and I had to do without you for a 
*hundred* years.  Can you understand I would have suffered anything 
to have you back again?" 
 
Angel growls. "I said SORRY." *Angel rubs his face and calms.  He 
lays down, turning on his stomach.
 
"I've angered you now.  I'm sorry, Sire.  I'm still trying to deal 
with your demons.  Anger seems better than the fear you had when you 
walked in." 
 
Angel speaks softly, "Well, it's not, Will, it's not at all."
 
"Then I am a failure.  I've explained to you why I was there.  Why I 
took the pain willingly.  Why I would have taken anything.  What else 
can I do?" 
 
"I'm happy with the explanation. I don't like yelling at you. Quit 
taking everything so hard. Thank you for doing this. You could make 
it better still if you wanted."
 
"Name it."  Spike says, eager. 
 
Angel turns his head to the side, "Shut the door."
 
Spike gets up and shuts the door.  "Now what?" 
 
Angel pats the bed beside him. "Lay down with me on this bed." Spike 
lays down on the bed, moving over closer but not touching Angel, and 
looks at him to see what the next command will be.
 
"You couldn't move. Open the drawer next to you in the nightstand" 
Angel says knowing the handcuffs will still be there. Spike reaches 
over to the nightstand and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.  He hands 
them to Angel.  His eyes are deep blue pools. 
 
Angel hands them back, and brings his hands together at the top of 
the bed. "Cuff me to the bed now."
 
Spike, puzzled, cuffs Angel to the bed.  "And now, Sire?" 
 
Angel moves his hands and knees and says two words. "Hurt me."
 
"Sire?" Spike asks.  "Are you sure this is the only way?" 
 
Angel nods frantically. "Yes, my sweet Will, yes.  Free this pain for 
me in this room. It has to be here, and it has to be you, and it has 
to be this way."
 
Spike nods, sadly.  "I'll be back in a moment."  He comes back with a 
sharp knife.  
 
Angel closes his eyes and breathes harshly, "Oh, Christ, oh God. Ok, 
ok, ok. Do whatever you need to, Will.  Make it better."
 
Spike drops the knife.  He whimpers.  "I could just beat you.  But 
that's not what left the stink in here." 
 
Angel shakes his head and opens his eyes. "William, pick up the 
knife. Tell me what I did to you when I had one. Come on."
 
Spike bends down and picks up the knife.  "You had been with 
Drusilla.  She had compared us in bed.   And you came in with the 
sharpest knife you could find...this knife...and you flensed me.  
Made the tiniest and shallowest of cuts, and lifted a strip of skin.  
Over and over.  Baring the nerves to the air.  Til there was nothing 
but pain.  Til a mere breath of yours could rouse me to screaming 
madness."  Spike swallows and looks away.  "It took three days to 
heal." 
 
Angel nods. "I hurt you.  Now do the same-- free me by giving me the 
same thought I did you then-- which was none. Will-- cut me, free me."
 
Spike nods.  He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again they 
are feral yellow and inhuman.  He steps forward, resolute, and starts 
to work.  It takes hours, incredibly patient and precise cuts 
following one after the other.  Spike ignores Angel's 
reactions...blocks them out.  Pretends this is the Slayer.  Pretends 
it is Cecily.  Pretends this is anyone that he would wish this kind 
of pain.  Then he finishes the last cut.  He turns to Angel.  "Are 
you free?" His voice is deep and near emotionless. 
 
Angel is beyond words, the pain too great, but nods his head 
fractionally a few times as much as he can manage. Then he passes 
out, his bloodied wrists dripping down his arms now that they have 
leeway to relax.
 
Spike's eyes change back and he quickly undoes the cuffs.  He opens 
Angel's mouth, and moves his neck til it hovers just above the open 
mouth.  He takes the knife and cuts his neck, letting the blood pour 
in.  He lowers it completely to the mouth as Angel's game face kicks 
in, and his fangs sink into Spike's neck. 
 
Angel pulls back after a few mouthfuls and retracts his fangs. His 
voice raspy, "Thank you Will, thank you for freeing me from this 
room."
 
"You're welcome. Now keep drinking, damn you.  Heal yourself."  
Spike's tone is pleading.  
 
Angel shakes his head. "You want me to drink blood, get me the blood 
out of the fridge.  Don't even have to heat it."
 
"Too thin.  That stuff barely keeps you alive.  It won't heal damage 
this massive.  I was on full rations of human blood and barely healed 
in three days." 
 
Angel's eyes flicker with a little bit of fight. "Then you drink from 
the blood in the fridge, and I will continue to drink from you.  
That's the only way I will bend."
 
"Yes. Sure.  I'll drink pig's blood if you'll drink mine."  He rushes 
off, and there is a clatter of pans in the kitchen.  Spike comes back 
with a pan full of it, and he drinks it straight from the pan, 
gulping it down.  He moves over and bares his neck again.  "Drink!" 
 
Angel changes into gameface and sinks his fangs into Spike's neck, 
drinking.  Spike watches as the cuts close, as the skin knits back 
together.  When the last one closes, he releases his breath.  "Now.  
Now you can stop." 
 
Angel retracts his fangs and pulls back. His eyes glitter. "Thank 
you."
 
Spike strokes his face.  "You're free.  I did what you asked."  *Evil 
or not, Angel, no one else could have made me do that.  Not to 
anyone.*  He bends over and kisses Angel softly on the mouth. 
 
Angel hums. "Tired, now, though.  Don't want to move.  Sleep with me. 
I won't make you leave tonight."
 
Spike smiles and purrs.  A reprieve!  He didn't have to leave 
tonight.  He snuggles in next to Angel, and throws an arm over his 
stomach.  He is purring as he rubs his head against him.  
 
Angel smiles and runs his hand in Spike's hair. "I like that tonight, 
baby boy. Purr me to sleep."
 
Spike smiles and sighs happily.  "With pleasure."  He purrs steadily 
and cuddles even closer to Angel and watches over him.  Angel closes 
his eyes and lets the soothing purring lull him to sleep. Angel, out 
of it, whispers, "Home." And falls asleep. 
 
Spike hears the phrase and smiles.  It is the last warm thought in 
his mind as he himself drops off to sleep. 
 
Angel wakes again early evening, sits up and rubs his face. He looks 
over and Spike is there.  He smiles, leans over, and kisses his 
head. "Hey-- wakey, wakey."
 
Spike wakes up, and purrs.  "Hello, Sire."  He touches his 
face.  "Sleep well?" 
 
"Like the-- pardon my pun-- dead. How about you?"
 
"Like I was back home."  His eyes glow.  "So what's on the agenda 
today?" 
 
Angel shrugs. "I don't do much else other than brood, patrol, and 
read. So you pick."
 
Spike chuckles.  "You *know* what I like to do with spare 
time...especially spare time with you."  
 
Angel smiles rolls Spike onto his stomach and starts to nip down his 
back. 
Spike's purrs increase dramatically, and he stretches cat-like on the 
bed.  Angel comes back up Spike's back slowly now, licking. He 
stretches Spike's arms above his head and bending down, bites his 
neck softly. 
 
Spike moans as Angel pins his arms, and mewls as Angel bites his 
neck.  "God...Sire...it's been so long...." 
 
"Just the other day Will.....losing thy memory lad?" Angel says with 
a smile.
 
"Since you touched me like this.  Gently.  Not angry.  Not 
since '43."  
 
Angel nods his head into Spike's back. "I remember '43. We had fun in 
that dinky sub, didn't we?"
 
"Yes.  I was so confused at why you were behaving that way.  I also 
remember a fetish involving glasses and an accent." 
 
Angel shivers. "Oh, god where are they?  Will, where are they?"
 
Spike smiles.  "In my duster.  Bring it to me.  I've got them hidden 
and well-padded." 
 
Angel jumps up, runs out, and finds the duster.  He comes skidding 
back into the room and hands Spike the duster. He sits in the chair 
close to the bed and waits. 
 
Spike gets up and reaches into an unseen inside pocket.  He rummages 
around and comes out with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses.  Spike takes 
them, slowly, and puts them on.  He closes his eyes, then open them 
again, shyly.  In a soft, upper-class accent, he says, "Liam?" 
 
Angel moans and his eyes glow. "Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ. Will. Yes, 
William."
 
Spike moves to the edge of the bed, and strokes Angel's 
face.  "Liam?  We're alone now.  You were going to show me something 
when we were alone."  
 
Angel nods and almost cries.  He is so hard already. "I was, 
William.  Are you ready for me to show you?"
 
Spike nods, wide-eyed and innocent.  "Yes, Liam.  What did you want 
to show me?" 
 
Angel whispers, barely able to get his voice out. "A trick. William, 
would you like that?"
 
"Yes, Liam.  I'd like to learn a trick."  
 
Angel nods. "Stand up, go to the post at the end of the bed, face it, 
and grab it for me, William, all right?"
 
"Yes, Liam.  Is this going to be a good trick?"  He gets up and moves 
to the end of the bed, grabbing the post as instructed.  
 
Angel stands and moves behind Spike.  He trails his hands down his 
naked sides. "I hope you like it, William. I wish only to bring thee 
pleasure."
 
Spike shivers.  "That feels good, Liam.  I like that." 
 
Angel nods and steps forward. He starts to kiss down each side of 
Spike's shoulders. "How about this? Is this all right?"
 
"Yes."  Spike moans.  "That's very, very lovely, Liam.  Is the trick 
part coming soon?" 
 
Angel nips Spike's shoulder. "Yes, my little one, it is. Tilt your 
pretty bottom back to me, sweet baby.  Let me see it."
 
Spike looks over his shoulder at Angel, wide-eyed through the 
glasses.  "My bottom?  Like this?"  And he sticks his bottom out 
towards Angel. 
 
Angel clenches his fists to control himself.  This game is always one 
of the most dangerous ones to play. He gets off on it way too much. 
He nods,  reaches out one hand, and caresses one cheek softly, then 
the other. "Yes, like that.  Very good, William.  You're such a good 
boy, such a pretty boy."
 
"Ooooo, that feels so good, Liam.  Your hands are so big and 
strong."  He moans.  "Am I really a good boy?  This feels like it is 
so very naughty."   
 
Angel comes forward and lowers to his knees behind Spike. "Yes, 
you're a very, very good boy. This isn't naughty my little one, this 
is nice.  You're being a good boy for Daddy." Angel spreads Spike's 
ass cheeks and looks up. "Daddy is going to use one of his tricks 
now.  Are you ready?"
 
"Yes Daddy.  I want to be a good boy for you.  And I want to learn 
the trick."  His voice is sweet, pure upper-class accent and 
innocence. 
 
Angel moans and leans in, biting gently into one ass cheek, then he 
trails his tongue in between, and trails his tongue slowly up, then 
back down the crevice, taking his time. 
 
"Ohhhhhh...Daddy.  This is sooooo good.  This is a *nice* trick, 
Daddy."  
 
Angel pulls back to whisper, "Only gonna get better, my baby boy, 
you'll see." He then trails his tongue to Spike's hole and starts 
licking in tiny circles around his pucker.
 
Spike starts whimpering.  His cock is rock hard from the attention, 
and is pressed hard into the post.  "Better?  Better than this?" 
 
Angel hums in response to the affirmative, then slowly he makes his 
tongue into a sharp point and pushes it through Spike's entrance, 
twisting it and stabbing it slowly until it is fully seated. Then he 
flicks it up and down. 
 
Spike moans and whimpers.  "Oh...Daddy...that is definitely naughty.  
*Definitely* naughty.  But please, please don't stop." 
 
Angel probes deeper and harder and finally feels Spike's prostate. He 
pushes his tongue against it over and over. Then he moves his hand to 
Spike's cock and starts to fist it in time with his tongue. 
 
Spike moans, louder and louder, with each lick on his prostate, and 
his cock jerks with the fisting.  "Oh...Daddy...Yes!  Please!  So 
good to your beautiful boy!" 
 
Angel reaches up his free hand and pushes one finger into Spike, 
along with his tongue. He starts to twist his finger in circles, and 
pumps harder on Spike's cock. This is too much for Spike.  Angel in 
such a subservient position alone is nearly enough to undo him. It 
only takes the barest of extra stimulation to send him over the 
edge.  He cums against the bed post, whimpering and whining and 
moaning.  
 
Angel removes his tongue and finger slowly.  He rises up, collecting 
some of Spike's cum from the post and brings it to his lips, tasting 
it. "Mmmm, you taste so precious, little one. Did you like that 
trick?"
 
"Yes.  That was a very, very good trick."  He looks back and down at 
Angel through the glasses.  "Do you want me to do a trick for you?" 
 
Angel nods. "Yes, my precious boy, if you want.  I would love for you 
to do a trick for me."
 
"It's an old trick."  He says.  "But I will do it with my glasses 
on.  Just for you."  He pulls Angel to his feet, and he sinks down on 
his knees before him.  He reaches up and guides the mouth of Angel's 
erect cock to his mouth.  He looks up the whole time, his face a 
perfect study in innocence. 
 
Angel pants and he breathes harshly, looking down at Spike. "Oh, my 
fucking god William."
 
He suctions tight on Angel's cock head, licking and sucking in the 
way he knew Angel loved so well.  The way he had the very first time 
he ever touched Angelus' cock.  He moves down further and further, 
finally swallowing and pushing forward to take in all of him.  Angel 
moans, places his hand in Spike's hair and caresses his head. Spike 
attacks him in earnest, moving quick and hard back and forth, 
swallowing and pushing each time in perfect unison to take him in to 
the root each time.  It was a game perfected over eighteen years, and 
time had not dimmed his perfection in the art.  He moved faster and 
faster, picking up the pace. 
 
Angel rests his head back on his shoulder, and tips his head back and 
forth, panting. "Good boy, good boy, such a good boy for Daddy."
 
Spike moves his hands, one to cup and gently play with the balls, the 
other to stroke and play with the perineum as he continues to bob 
back and forth, faster and harder.  Knowing it is Angel, and not 
Angelus (who would never had stood for such a thing), Spike dares one 
more bit of stimulation.  He presses a finger firmly and steadily 
until it pops into Angel's rear passage.  
Angel cums with a howl and spills into Spike's mouth, his hips 
jerking back and forth. Spike swallows, keeping Angel sunk in to the 
root, licking him and milking him dry.  Angel sets his hands on 
Spike's shoulders. "William, enough, oh baby, enough.  Come here, 
give me a kiss."
 
Spike reluctantly moves back, setting Angel's softening cock free, 
and stands up, putting his lips on Angel's and kissing him 
passionately, darting his tongue out to play. Angel grabs Spike's 
hair and pulls his head back, licking and exploring his mouth with 
his tongue. Spike purrs and stays still, feeling himself held and 
invaded.  He loves it so. Angel bites into Spike's tongue and sucks 
it into his mouth. Spike's cock hardens again from the quick bite, 
not quite enough to make him cum.  He moans as Angel sucks on his 
tongue, and his blood slowly leaks into Angel's mouth. 
 
Angel picks up Spike, wrapping his legs around his waist. "William, 
my beautiful boy, grab the post for me." Spike grabs the post as he 
is instructed and waits to see what is coming next.

Angel slides into Spike. "Ride me, my beautiful boy." Spike pulls up 
and down, using the post and his legs as best he can, to ride Angel's 
erect cock.  He purrs, loving his Sire's endless inventiveness.  
Angel pivots his hips and goes deeper when Spike plummets down on 
him.  Spike gasps.  He lifts again and lowers himself.  Just then, 
there is a knock on the front door.
 
Angel shakes his head and continues pumping, whispering, "No, no, not 
answering, go away, go away."
 
Spike grins and keeps raising and dropping onto Angel's cock.  There 
is more knocking, and a voice.  "Angel, it's Xander.  I brought your 
delivery." 
 
Angel covers Spike's mouth and shakes his head to let Spike know not 
to speak, and answers Xander. "I'll be right out.  Take it to the 
kitchen please.
 
"Ok."  Xander's voice comes back.  There are footsteps.  "Some 
problem in the kitchen, Angel?  Looks like a hurricane came through 
here."  More footsteps.  "Gonna wait in the living room."  
 
Spike smiles but remains silent. 
 
"No, no problem.  I got mad at some pans-- you know, broody," Angel 
says he slowly pulls out of Spike, reluctantly.  He sets him down 
slowly and uncovers his mouth, but sticks a finger to his mouth to 
show him to remain silent. He grabs his training pants and pulls them 
on. He goes up to Spike and whispers in his ear. "You can't talk.  
Please, just be quiet for me." And he turns and closes the door and 
goes out to the living room. "Set the blood in the kitchen?"
 
Xander is sitting there with a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt in 
his hands.  "Uhhhhh...Angel?  Something you wanna tell me?" 
 
Angel snatches the clothes and goes for a lie* "Uhmmm found them. 
Always been here."
 
"And you just left them lying in the middle of the floor?  What about 
these?"  Pointing at a pair of boots with socks tucked into them.  
 
Angel groans and tries to lie further. "Yep, those too.  You know, 
spring cleaning-- it's a pain."
 
Xander nods, dubious.  "Ahhh...sure."  His voice is entirely too 
cheerful.  "Well, sorry to interrupt your cleaning."  He gets up.  "I-
I-I'll just be going now."  He starts to head for the front door. 
 
Angel nods and drops to the couch, knowing none of what he said was 
bought. Then he looked at his crotch and groans. 
 
Xander leaves, slamming the front door behind him.  
 
Spike comes out.  "Problems?"  
Angel nods and opens one eye. "I'm horny and you have to go-- and I 
mean now. Will, Xander will tell Buffy, then Buffy will come kill you 
and I cannot stress enough why this is very bad."
 
Spike comes up and strokes Angel's face.  "Don't suppose you could 
come with me?" 
 
Angel shakes his head. "No, I can't I'm sorry but I can't I need to 
be here."
 
"Yeah."  His eyes are moist.  "Kinda figured you'd say that."  He 
sighs.  "Well, I'd better get dressed."  He starts pulling on his 
pants. 
 
Angel pulls Spike to him, kisses him softly, then releases him. "Ok, 
now get dressed."
 
Spike smiles a tiny smile as he pulls on the rest of his clothes.  
The last thing he does is retrieve his duster from the bedroom.  He 
pulls off his glasses and they disappear back into the depths of his 
duster.  
 
Angel stands up and looks at Spike. "I can't Spike. I just can't.  
I'm sorry."
 
"I know.  I'm alone again."  He touches Angel's face.  "It was good 
while it lasted."  
 
Angel has a sad expression, but he pulls Spike to him and kisses him 
harshly, then shoves him away and turns. "Go, go now before she gets 
here."
 
Spike nods, not trusting his voice.  He turns and walks out the door, 
shutting it behind him.  His eyes are wet with tears as he runs out 
into the night.  
 

PART 2

The next morning there is another bout of moaning and groaning before 
a bedraggled-looking William and an impeccably-dressed Darla emerge 
from the bedroom.  "You've picked a nice playmate, Drusilla.  He's 
well behaved, pretty, and almost as well endowed as your Sire.  But 
he's still too inexperienced.  Teach him some more and let me know 
when he's ready to be tasted again."  She moves over to 
Angelus and kisses him.  "We must leave soon.  I've been wanting to 
go to the villa for a while.  The countryside always makes 
me...hungry."  She turns to the others.  "The carriage will be here 
in an hour.  Do the packing.  I have some business to discuss with 
Angelus."   
 
Angelus spares William a quick look of longing, then follows Darla, 
his fists clenched from having to hear her describe her time with him.
 
"He tells me he hunted with you.  I take it then you are teaching 
him, and not Drusilla?"  Her voice is harsh. 
 
Angelus nods, but keeps his voice low and calm. "Yes, my love, but 
you must understand Drusilla has her bouts of fancy and play, and 
does not always stick on the task at hand. I only wanted you to be 
proud and not lay it all on Drusilla to do this correctly. We both 
know how she forgets, and how she is often known to go off into her 
own world. I did not wish William to lose focus."
 
She sighs, heavily.  "I suppose you are right.  Well, I suppose you 
should keep teaching him.  We certainly don't need another burden or 
a danger.  Besides, he can take care of Dru when she goes really, 
truly mad.  You know how annoyed I am when you have to ignore me to 
take care of her." 
 
Angelus nods, pleased.  He almost thought he was not going to swing 
this. He kisses Darla's head. "Yes, exactly. I wish only for him to 
be a proper member of our family and make us proud. And he will 
surely be a help for Drusilla when she becomes hard to manage."
 
"Then it's settled.  You'll have plenty of uninterrupted time to 
train him when I go back to the Master with Drusilla.  Now let's go 
and see if they have finished with the packing."  
 
Angelus smiles and nods, and goes back out with Darla.  They appear 
to have everything ready. He looks at Darla. "Everything is ready, my 
love.  Shall we?"
 
She takes his arm.  "Yes, dear boy."  They go outside in the pre-dawn 
hours.  The carriage is a secure one, with shutters *and* curtains to 
keep out the daylight.  They climb in, Angelus and Darla sitting on 
one side and William and Drusilla on the other.  They lock the 
shutters from the inside and secure the inner curtains so not a chink 
of light can get through, and signal the coachman to start.  The 
coach clatters away through the streets.  
 
Drusilla lays her head in William's lap.  She strokes his thighs and 
makes him hard, and amuses herself the whole way teasing William and 
making him whimper and purr.  
 
Angelus has spent most the trip keeping his temper in check. He knows 
Drusilla is doing this on purpose and he wants to smack her all the 
way to another country and back for being so hateful. But all he can 
do is sit here, hold Darla's hand, and curse Drusilla to himself over 
and over. While he sneaks peeks at William's partly open mouth when 
he whimpers and moans, he prays to every god he knows and then the 
ones he doesn't that he doesn't get an erection on this carriage 
ride. 
 
One of the times that Angelus is peeking at William, William's eyes 
meet his and he mouths, "Angelus," and then he moans.  
 
Angelus' eyes roll back, then he quickly looks back forward.  He 
looks down,  crosses his legs quick and covers his lap with his 
hands. He swallows and coughs, kneading his hands together. 
 
Darla sits up, suddenly alert.  Then she looks over at Angelus, 
sniffing.  "For me?  Oh, how sweet.  Can't wait til we get to the 
villa, dear boy?"  
 
Angelus forces a smile and leans over, kissing Darla.  Then when 
Darla lays her head on his shoulder, he looks at William and 
mouths. "That was you I kissed, Will."
 
William nods, and moans again, his eyes rolling into his head.  He 
looks down at Drusilla, then back over to Angelus again.  "Imagining 
you," he mouths. 
 
Angelus whimpers, and quickly cups Darla's corseted breast. He mouths 
to William. "I want you so much, my beautiful boy."
 
Drusilla looks up, and glares at Angelus.  She sits up and straddles 
him, cutting off William's view of Angelus, and kisses him.  
 
Angelus clenches his fists, and lays his head back against the 
carriage wall closing his eyes. This was going to be a long ride. 
 
They finally arrive.  When the carriage doors are opened, it is 
night, and they are in front of a lovely country villa.  Darla drags 
Angelus into the house, kissing and fondling him as she goes, taking 
him to a bedroom and closing the door.  
 
"You haven't been that passionate for me in a while, dear boy.  I 
should take you on carriage rides more often."  
 
Angelus nods, afraid to do much more.  He has to keep up this arousal 
and erection, or Darla will know it wasn't for her. He reaches for 
her and brings her close, kissing her with as much passion as he can 
muster. 
 
She moans into the kiss, and starts undoing his shirt.  She slips her 
hands in, stroking his chest, and then trails her hands down to his 
trousers.  "Oh, Angelus, I can't wait.  You'll have to ravage me 
clothed.  Just tear off the knickers and you can push up my skirts 
and petticoats."  
 
Outside William can hear this.  He wonders if Angelus is still 
thinking of him.  'My beautiful boy'- it had him faint with desire.  
Drusilla narrows her eyes at him, almost as if she can tell what he 
is thinking...hell, perhaps she can.  
 
She spits at him.  "You're thinking of Daddy.  You thought of him the 
whole way.  You have to be punished.  Come with me William."  She 
drags him off to another bedroom.  William attempts to resist, but 
she is older, and therefore more powerful, if not by much.  He 
understands now why Angelus is terrified of Darla.  She throws him 
into the room, and begins to rips the silk bedsheets into 
strips.  "Lay down,"  she says, "or I'll make you.  It'll hurt more 
if I have to make you." 
 
Angelus wants this over with, so this is perfect.  He rips her 
knickers off and shoves her up a wall, letting himself out and 
thrusting into her harshly and quickly. 
 
Darla moans and thrusts back against him.  "Ah, yes, that's my 
Angelus!  Lovely beast."    
 
William is terrified as he stretches out over the bed.  Drusilla ties 
him with the silk strips to the bedposts, and grabs a bedwarmer.  She 
breaks the wooden handle off, and begins beating William's tender ass 
with it.  She doesn't stop until he is covered with bruises and 
welts.  His screams reverberate through the house.   She tosses the 
handle aside.  "Bad William."  Then she leaves the bedroom and goes 
back into the main living chamber.  She sprawls herself out onto the 
couch.  
 
Angelus hears William's screams and slams his fist into the wall.  He 
slams his hips back and forth and pushes deeper and harder into 
Darla, rushing to get her to completion. 
 
It doesn't take long.  The violent sex is just to Darla's taste and 
she cums, hard, and then collapses, passing out from the intensity of 
the sex. 
 
Angelus pulls out, not caring about cumming, and he places Darla on 
the bed.  He rushes into the room William is in. He almost roars in 
agony, but instead rushes over and pulls the silk straps off.  
Angelus picks William up in his arms gently and cradles him careful 
not to put pressure on his ass. He whispers. "Will, Will, my 
beautiful boy, oh I'll hurt her so badly."
 
William shivers.  "Why?  I thought it was all right, that it was 
Vampire Lore.  Why did she...?" He moans and clings to Angelus, his 
eyes full of pain. 
 
Angelus pulls William close, and growls low and loud enough for 
Drusilla to hear him. Oh, she was going to pay. He whispers in 
William's ear. "It is Lore, my boy, it is. But jealousy, my lad, it 
brings the worst out in us. These girls, they are so jealous. They 
cannot abide it. It is Lore, it is. They just hate the thought of us 
loving and wanting anyone but them. I am so sorry, little one."
 
William looks up, panicked.  "Won't Darla be angered?  You'd better 
go back before she comes looking.  Don't get hurt for me."

Angelus strokes William's cheek and shakes his head. "Shh, she is out 
like a light and will be for a good long while. I made sure of it--
gave her just the right amount of pleasure to knock her out. William, 
I want to give you a bath to soothe your pains.  Can I?"
 
William nods.  "Yes, please.  I'd like that.  But... you don't mind?  
Tending to me?" 
 
Angelus shakes his head. "No, I do not. I want to.  Now lay here for 
a second.  I shall be right back, little one." Angelus lays William 
down carefully, then walks out and finds Drusilla. He picks her up by 
her throat and walks back into the hall to the spare bedroom.  He 
throws her in the room.  His eyes are amber and he looks down at her 
on the floor, his voice harsh. "You will be locked in here and I will 
deal with you later.  Do you understand me?"
 
"Yes, Daddy."  She says.  Her eyes are not sane.  "Miss Edith warned 
me all about it."

William lies on the bed and shivers.  He figures it is the shock of 
the beating hitting him.  He closes his eyes and thinks of Angelus.  
His savior.

Angelus nods tensely and shuts the door, locking it behind him, 
taking the key with him. He comes back into the room, shutting and 
locking that door, and covers William until he can fill the bath. He 
then walks into the adjoining bathroom and starts the tub, letting 
the water get almost scalding but still bearable enough to sit in. 
Vampires loved heat, but too much could still effect the skin. He 
comes back out and lifts the blanket.  He goes about carefully taking 
off William's clothes, piece by piece, until he is naked. Angelus has 
to stave off his erection, and he slowly picks up William and walks 
with him in his arms to the bathroom.
 
He flips William so as to not sit him on his ass in the tub, but 
lowers him to his knees and leans him forward, his arms over the edge 
of the edge of the tub.  He speaks softly. "Hold onto the edge. If 
you go back on your ass, my beautiful boy, you'll have much pain.  
Just lean forward and let me take care of you, all right?"

He nods, and hardens as Angelus talks so gently and sweetly to 
him.  "Yes, Angelus.  I love it when you call me your beautiful 
boy."  He luxuriates in the heat, leaning forward and gripping the 
tub's edge tightly.   
 
Angelus smiles and picks up a sponge.  He leans forward and soaks it, 
and presses his mouth to William's ear and whispers ever so 
softly. "Do you now my......beautiful .....boy." Then he kisses the 
earlobe and begins to softly press the sponge to the sore and bruised 
ass cheeks. 
 
William moans and begins to purr despite the pain.  "Oh, god, your 
voice, your hands..." 
 
Angelus hums and continues his gentle scrubs with the sponge. "What 
about them little one?"
 
"Just your voice alone can make me hard.  And your hands...your hands 
on me...god, I want you so much!"  
 
Angelus moans and puts his other arm in the water.  He uses it to cup 
William's ass cheek while he scrubs the other. He gently massages it 
in his hand. He starts breathing harshly and he moans again. "Oh, 
lord, Will.  Please, boy, don't say those things now...god please."
 
"I'm sorry," whimpers William.  "I can't do anything right."  
 
Angelus pushes his mouth to William's ear and it is husky and 
raspy. "Shush, Will. I want you so bad.  And I can't, you're hurt and 
I can't. But I want you.  I want you so much."
 
"I....I could touch you.  With my hands.  W-w-with my mouth."  
 
Angelus whimpers pitifully and lowers to the floor.  He grasps 
William's face. "Are you sure? You dinna have to. I can wait for you 
a bit longer, til you're better.  I waited this long, a little more 
for you to touch me won't kill me, Will."
 
"I want to touch you.  I want to make you happy."  William says, his 
eyes huge and open.

Angelus leans forward, and captures William's lips in a gentle and 
passionate kiss. He pulls back a minute later and rubs his face along 
William's. "How would you like to do this-- you touching me? Would 
you like me to crawl in the tub with you, or in the bed?"
 
"In the bed, I think.  Less chance of landing on my ass."  William 
smiles.  
 
Angelus laughs and he nods.  He leans up and puts out his 
hands. "Grab me Will."
 
Spike puts out his hands and grabs Angelus'.  "You've got me." 
 
Angelus' eyes glow, and he picks up William and cradles him in his 
arms. "Do I, then?"
 
William nods.  "I was lost from the moment you came at me out of the 
darkness." 
 
Angelus smiles, carries him to the bed and says softly. "You had me a 
lot sooner."
 
"How?  That was the first time you saw me."  
 
Angelus shakes his head and lays him on the bed. "No, it wasn't. I 
saw you, sort of, when you bumped into me in the street. This fire 
burned then. I couldna fight it any more than deny it."
 
"That was you?  I wasn't looking.  I was crying like a child, over a 
stupid woman who said I was beneath her.  What a fool I was not to 
see you there before me.  Why didn't you make me?" 
 
Angelus twiddles with his shirttails and says one word, "Darla."
 
"Oh."  William thinks.  "So you got Drusilla to make me.  And now she 
hates me because I want you." 
 
Angelus nods, but doesn't look up.  He is actually afraid what 
William will think. This disconcerts him, but he cannot fight this 
surge of feeling for William. "Yes, that's about the way of it. I 
dinna mean for her to hurt you. And I wanted to make you so very 
badly. I wanted you to be totally mine."
 
"I wish I were. Yours."  William moves over and puts his hands on 
Angelus' chest.  "Say it again.  I love it when you say it." 
 
Angelus' eyes sparkle and he says softly, "My beautiful boy."
 
William moans, and begins kissing on Angelus' chest.  He slides his 
hands down and begins undoing Angelus' trousers.  "I don't want to 
disappoint you.  You must tell me if I am not pleasing you."
  
Angelus unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way and takes it off.  He 
nods. "I will tell thee, but you dinna have to worry, my Will. I 
doubt you can do anything that will displease me."
 
William lifts up and removes' Angelus' boots and then slides his 
trousers off.  He stares for a moment in wonder at Angelus' massive 
erect cock.  William himself is hard, and becomes harder 
still.  "Magnificent," he whispers.  He reaches out and tentatively 
takes it in his hand, gently stroking the velvety-soft skin.  
 
Angelus' eyes roll back in his head.  He sits on the bed.  Angelus 
leans back and looks at William intensely. He looks over William's 
naked body and his erection grows in William's hand. "So are you, my 
beautiful boy. You're perfection."
 
"So strange.  No one ever thought me beautiful before.  They mocked 
me."  William continues to stroke, then wraps his clever fingers 
around Angelus' cock.  He begins to slowly pump.  
 
Angelus groans and lifts his hand to William's face. "You are, they 
were fools who were jealous. You're so beautiful, so pretty."
 
William moans.  The pain is fading fast as he becomes more and more 
aroused.  "I...I....I want to use my mouth on you.  But I don't know 
what to do.  Tell me."  
 
Angelus whimpers and he shakes. He composes himself the best he can, 
and tries to tell William how to pleasure him with his 
mouth. "Open...open your mouth and just take the head in at first.  
Lick it and suckle on it like you would a fruit.  Take your time, no 
rush Will."
 
William leans down and takes the head into his mouth.  The skin takes 
musky and good.  He begins to lick, little kitten licks at first, 
then longer licks, swirling his tongue.  He sucks as well, forming 
his lips and mouth into a tight seal around this lovely piece of 
flesh.  There is a new taste, a bit of fluid...he assumes it is the 
same pre-cum that he encounters when he fists his own cock.  He licks 
up the fluid and then probes his tongue gently into the slit from 
which it came.  
 
Angelus fists his hands in the sheets. "Oh, Will, oh Will. Yes...so 
good. Now, if you want. Oh, god, if you can, take more into your 
mouth.  Keep the tight suction. And...and...lick down and up like you 
are."
 
William purrs, happy that he is evidently giving Angelus pleasure. He 
moves his mouth down, keeping up the suction.  He moves his tongue, 
getting bold, making intricate patterns on the skin.   He imagines 
this would be much more difficult if one really had to breathe.  He 
reaches the back of his throat and there is still more of Angelus' 
cock left unattended.  He opens his throat and swallows.  
 
Angelus' hips shoot up from the bed and he moans loudly.  Right now, 
he is glad Drusilla is locked away and Darla is out like a proverbial 
light. He reaches one hand up tentatively, tangles it in William's 
hair and whispers hotly, "Again, my beautiful boy.  Do that again."
 
William is startled at first, but realizes the reaction is because he 
did something right.  He purrs louder, and swallows again, sucking 
hard. 
 
Angelus' eyes flash, and go back, then flash again.  The grips 
tightens and his voice lowers to a sultry growl. "God in heaven, lad, 
the things you make me feel. It's so wrong. No one, god no one on 
this earth alive or dead has ever… I want more. I want it all.  Suck 
me in, take me to a place I've never been. Please, my William, take 
me there."
 
William is vibrating with purrs now, all the lovely vibrations 
transferring to the flesh in his mouth and throat.  He relaxes his 
throat, sucks harder, and swallows, pushing forward, taking Angelus 
completely in down to the root.  He begins to move his mouth slowly 
up, and then hard down again, all the way.  His tongue continues to 
work wicked trails on the tender flesh.  
 
Angelus rips the sheets in his other hand and his back arches off the 
bed again. And with a harsh and guttural cry, he cums down William's 
throat, straining with every fiber not to slam in his throat. After 
he is spent, he sinks down into the bed in a careless lump.
 
William swallows the rush of cold seed, feeling it pour down his open 
throat.  Then he slowly, carefully, moves his mouth off Angelus' 
softening cock.  He rubs his body, still purring, along Angelus, and 
nuzzles into his neck.  He begins to lick.  
 
Angelus chuckles, and his voice is raspy. "Knew you were a licker. 
Oh, Will, that was so delicious and the purring!  My word, boy, the 
purring!" 
 
"I did well?"  William asks.  "I wanted it to be good for you.  I 
didn't want to disappoint you."  
 
Angelus lifts his hand and strokes through William's hair. "Hardly, 
my lad, hardly. You were perfection. For someone who has never done 
that before, it was like you were made for it. I have never had 
anyone pleasure me that way before, and have it be that good. I 
promise thee, you were perfection."
 
Spike purrs and stretches, cat-like, rubbing himself against Angelus 
in sheer animal pleasure.  "The women thought I was disappointing.  
I'm so rapturous that I can please you so well." 
 
Angelus moans and stills William. "Will, oh, lord, my beautiful boy, 
you must stop or I canna control my urges. I want ta wait, my little 
one-- make it special. When the girls leave, you and I will do it 
right.  No need for quiet and careful. We can scream our pleasure-- 
make the world hear it. But for now, for now my boy we have to stop."
 
William stops and scoots back from Angelus.  "Yes, Angelus.   I 
understand."  His face is sad, and his eyes filled with longing.  
 
Angelus sits up, cups William's face, and kisses him softly. He pulls 
back and kisses his forehead. "Please, Will, dinna be sad. I just 
want it to be right and good. I want you to always remember it. I 
want it to be the best experience you ever had."
 
"It will be," William says, his eyes glowing.  "I know already it 
will be."  His face brightens.  "We'll be alone!  I had almost 
forgotten.  I can wait."  He stretches onto the bed, on his stomach, 
his muscles rippling under his skin.  Angelus glimpses his still-hard 
cock before he lies down.  The welts on his backside are beginning to 
heal, but it is still an ugly, ugly marring of his perfect white 
flesh.  
 
Angelus runs his hands over the backside, stroking and caressing. He 
bites into his wrist and offers it to William. "Drink. I do not want 
to look at your perfect skin bruised any longer. I want you like you 
should be."
 
William sips on the blood, overwhelmed as always by the taste and the 
richness.  It was better than any drug, any exquisite liquor.  He 
cums, as before, just from the taste and the pleasure.  His pain 
fades into insignificance and he can feel the wounds disappearing.  
 
Angelus lets William drink for a bit more then pulls his wrist away. 
He leans over and kisses the now perfect flesh of William's buttocks. 
He licks and nuzzles his nose into the flesh breathing it in.
 
William whimpers.  "The blood heals?  I'm perfect for you now?" 
 
Angelus moves to William's ear. "You're always perfection.  Now 
you're just god-like. You're an Adonis, William. But yes, the blood 
heals, makes anew what once was cut and bruised." He trails his hand 
back down to William's buttocks and scrapes his fingernails lightly 
over them one by one. He shivers and gasps and kisses William's head, 
then he stands up and starts to pull his clothes back on.
 
William watches him.  "Darla will be awake soon?  And what about 
Drusilla?" 
 
Angelus looks up and his eyes are aglow. "I will deal with Drusilla, 
my beautiful boy.  She will never do that again, this I promise you." 
Angelus walks over, leans over, and kisses William soft and sweetly.  
Then he pulls back. "Remember our time is just for us.  Never speak 
of it." 
 
William nods.  "I swear.  I will not speak of it except to you.  I 
belong to you, Angelus.  Command and I obey."  
 
Angelus shivers. "God, boy. God, I have ta lave this room now or I 
never will." Angelus looks at William once more and leaves, closing 
the door behind him. He walks to where he locked Drusilla, and 
unlocks the door and walks in. "Well, then, let's get to it, shall 
we?" Then he shuts the door behind him. A few hours later, he walks 
out and wipes his bloodied hands on himself.  He walks to the kitchen 
to wash them in the sink. Then he heads to bed. 
 
The next day Darla is wandering the mansion and comes across the 
bloodied and beaten Dru.   "What happened, Drusilla?"  
 
Drusilla just shakes her head, refusing to speak. 
 
Darla storms out into the living area and grabs William by the neck, 
pinning him against the wall.  "Do we have a little monster here, 
raising a hand against his Sire?  I heard the screams yesterday and 
could have sworn they were yours, but you're pretty and unscarred.  
What are you turning on your Sire for, fledge?  I should drain you 
and dust you now." 
 
Angelus comes out and coughs. "It wasn't him, Darla-- it was me."
 
Darla looks over at Angelus.  She still has William dangling from her 
hand.  "You?  What has Drusilla done now?  If she's gone 
unmanageable, I can't take her to the Master."  
 
Angelus quickly raises his hands. "No, no, my love she hasn't.  She 
and I had a disagreement, my love.  She forgot her place and needed 
to be reminded is all. She has grown brave in her new-found role as a 
Sire. She thought to challenge me, darling, she is still fit to 
travel. She just needed reminded, Darla."
 
Darla slowly lowers William and lets him go.  "Well, I need her 
healed to travel.  You two had best go hunting when night falls, and 
bring her back a dainty morsel or two." 
 
William gathers himself, but stays still where Darla has deposited 
him.  She looks over.  "You may move.  In fact, make yourself 
scarce.  You make me nervous."  She sits down as William scrambles to 
leave the room.  "Angelus, my love, you are a disciplinarian without 
equal.  It's really quite fantastic the amount of damage you can 
inflict without permanent injury or death." 
 
Angelus sits and picks up Darla's hands and kisses them. "I try, 
Sire. She just enraged me beyond belief. I do not care how crazy she 
is, she has always known her place. She only did it to hurt me. She 
had to be taught a lesson, I do not want her going with you with an 
attitude. I put a stop to it for the best, my love."
 
"Oh, I would never question your discipline, dear boy.  I merely 
thought since she would not tell me what happened that her Childe had 
attacked her.  Apparently she was merely ashamed of having challenged 
you."  Darla kisses Angelus' hands.  "Are you certain she is up to 
being a Sire?  I mean, perhaps it would be best to kill William, to 
put a stop to her rebelliousness.  Take away her toys, so to speak." 
 
Angelus screams without thought, "NO!!" Then he coughs, and calms 
himself, and tries again. "I mean, no, Sire I do not believe it 
necessary to harm or kill William.  He has shown great potential, my 
love. And we need more then the two of us to show your great Master 
that our line is great. You know how he likes Drusilla, but is also 
disappointed in her mind. I made that mistake, and put shame upon 
you, my love, but we have fixed it with William I believe when he is 
ready to see the Master we will right my wrong. Please give him the 
chance to prove himself, my love."
 
"You speak very eloquently on his behalf.  Very well, we won't kill 
him.  You had best see that he is trained well.  And becomes a good 
Warrior and Hunter.  Granted, he is beautiful and has the potential 
to be quite a Seducer when his talents mature, but the Master 
respects Warriors."  She yawns.  "I'm quite fatigued, now, love.  
Come with me and keep me company."  
 
Angelus nods and stands, offering his hand. 

Darla takes his hand and takes him off to the bedroom.   Later 
William comes back out and passes by the room, and he can hear moans 
and grunts emanating from the room.  He clenches his fists in rage.  
He slumps off, unable to bear the noises for a second longer...the 
very thought of his beloved Angelus rutting with that...monster... 
makes him angry.  It should only be him eliciting those noises of 
pleasure from him.  
 
He passes by Drusilla as he goes down the hall.  She flinches and 
avoids him.  She is still covered in blood and riddled with bruises 
and cuts.  
 
Evening falls, finally, and Angelus and Darla emerge from the room.  
She kisses Angelus deeply.  "Time for the men to go hunt and bring 
back meals for the ladies." 
 
Angelus nods. "Yes indeed, my lovely.  We shall bring back ripe and 
plump morsels for you both." Angelus puts on his coat and looks at 
William. "Your coat, boy.  Time to go hunting."
 
William quickly grabs his coat and falls into step beside 
Angelus.  "Ready, Angelus."  
 
Darla smiles.  "So obedient.  Does he follow your cues that well on 
the hunt?"  
 
Angelus nods and pats William's back. "Yes, he does.  He is a very 
quick study, Darling, you would be surprised in the speeds he picks 
up talents."
 
"Very well then, off with you both."  
 
Angelus and William are soon outside, breathing the country air.  It 
is only a short distance to a small town, or there are any number of 
farms not far away.  Darla has informed Angelus about the locations 
of the locals.  So it is only a question of where to go.  William is 
already in the hunt mode, moving with speed and silence and panther-
like sleek grace.  He instinctively shadows Angelus, keeping a 
watchful eye flank, and smelling and looking for prey. 
 
Angelus holds up a hand-- spying a group come out of a church, two 
woman and two men, apparently there for mass and now on their way 
home. He looks at William to be sure he sees them as well. 
 
William nods to show he sees and understands.  His blood is up now, 
and the rush of the hunt is on him.  
 
Angelus points out the two women, pulls out two gags and hands them 
to William. He then fists his hand and bumps it on top of his head 
lightly to show William how to knock them out but not kill them.  He 
waits to make sure William understands that as well. 
 
William nods.  Capture the women, take them home as treats...and 
drink the men here.  It was a little chilling to him to think of how 
quickly he had accepted the necessity of the death of others to feed 
himself. He takes the gags and gets ready to move forward.   
 
Angelus nods, then moves forward as fast as lightning, grabbing one 
man by the throat then the other, pulling them back into the 
darkness, muffling them until William gags and knocks out the girls. 
 
William is able to easily overpower and knock out the girls.  Leaving 
them gagged he goes over to Angelus holding the two men, and looks to 
see which Angelus wants him to take.  When Angelus indicates, 
silently, William grabs him, holding his mouth closed as he bows him 
backward, tearing into his throat and drinking him greedily.  
 
Angelus sinks his fangs into the man's neck and drinks deeply until 
the heart stops, then he drops him, and he pants and looks at 
William. His voice is low and guttural.  "Come here William."
 
William pads over, his eyes feral.  He growls low in his throat, a 
sexy animal sound, and stands in front of Angelus.  Angelus pulls him 
flush against him, and bites into his lips, gnashing his fangs 
against William's and kissing harshly, holding tightly, growling and 
snarling. 
 
William scrapes his nails over Angelus' chest through the thin fabric 
of his shirt, and then brings his hands to rest on his buttocks.  He 
grips in and pulls their groins hard together, rubbing their cloth-
covered erections against each other.    He keeps up a low growling 
rumbling purr the whole time as Angelus ravages his mouth. 
 
Angelus growls deeper and licks and suckles the lips into his mouth. 
But then he starts to calm, his breathing harsh, then he finally 
pulls back and cradles William's face in his hands, looking in his 
face, shaking off his gameface. "True face William."
 
William relaxes and lets his gameface go.  He looks up with his 
cerulean blue eyes.  "Yes, Angelus."  He is still purring.  
 
Angelus smoothes his fingers over his cheekbones. "You're 
magnificent, Will."
 
William blinks, and his eyes sparkle at the praise.  "And you are a 
god, Angelus."  
 
Angelus laughs, pulls William close, and runs his fingers through his 
hair. "I am glad I am dead, lad, your words make my heart break with 
the intensity of them. The way you make me feel-- it expands it and 
fills it so."
 
"I was never alive before this.  I wasted my life on foolishness.  
You make me live."  
 
Angelus smiles and traces around his eyes. "Ah, different views but 
the same outcome. I seem to remember glasses, William, where have 
they run off to?"
 
"I keep them in my coat.  Why?" 
 
Angelus holds out his palm. "Let me see them, won't you lad?"
 
Confused at the sudden change in subject, William takes out the 
glasses and lays them in Angelus' palm. Angelus holds them up and 
smiles at them, then opens them and twirls them around in his hands.  
Then he whispers, "Tilt your head back." William tilts his head back 
obediently.  "Good lad." Angelus places the glasses on William's face 
carefully. "Let me see now, William."
 
William looks at Angelus.  He feels ridiculous.  He knows the glasses 
make him look bookish and unattractive, but he is willing to indulge 
Angelus in whatever he pleases. 
 
Angelus' hands shake as they just barely trace around William's face. 
He whimpers and tilts William's face from side to side. He then 
places his mouth next to William's ear and whispers. "One of these 
nights, my Will, I will make you wear those glasses in bed, and one 
other time I will make you wear them while I chase you and we can 
play hunter and hunted, you delicious devilish thing. God, I desire 
you so."
 
William shivers.  "I shall wear them whenever you choose, if they 
make you feel like that."  *Delicious devilish thing....mmmmm.*  It 
made him even harder to hear these words from his...from his Sire.  
There, the word.  He couldn't think of him as anything else.  He 
looks up.  "When we are alone, Angelus...may I call you Sire?" 
 
Angelus drops straight to his knees-- the force of the words too 
great-- and he shoves his face into William's stomach and clings to 
him.  He nods over and over, afraid to speak. 
 
"I am yours.  You are raising me.  Your desire made me.  You are my 
one, my true Sire."  William runs his hands through Angelus' long 
locks. 
 
Angelus actually sheds a few tears then but hides them in William's 
stomach. How can this boy do this? How can he render him so weak? He 
composes himself and looks up at William. "My childe, my beautiful 
boy, mine all mine."
 
"Yours.  All yours.  Only yours."  William stares back with his open 
guileless face. 
 
Angelus stands and kisses William's forehead. "All right, my boy, 
grab a girl, and I shall take the other.  We must get back before the 
ladies worry. Only another day, then they leave to see the Master, my 
boy-- just one more day."
 
William grabs one of the women and hoists her over his 
shoulder.  "One more day."  
They head back to the villa and the women are waiting.  Darla has 
apparently gotten Drusilla cleaned and has fed her blood.  The wounds 
are gone.  Drusilla is still subdued and quiet, not her bubbly 
childish self.  Darla looks up.  "Ah, the hunters return.  Are they 
living still?" 
 
Angelus nods and drops the girl on the table, and William drops his 
right beside the one Angelus laid down. "Yes, my love, as you 
requested. And as before William was an excellent student.  The 
silent communication and signals, he caught right away."
 
"And I've no need to ask if you fed yourselves.  You are both flush 
with blood.  Drusilla, my darling, time to feed.  You must be in good 
health.  The Master has need of your gifts."  Drusilla mechanically 
reaches forward and grabs one of the women and starts to feed.  Darla 
is more gleeful in her feeding.  She restrains the woman in her arms 
and wakes her up, shifting into game face and savoring the fear as 
she slowly drinks her down. 
 
Angelus takes off his jacket and hangs it up.  He looks at 
William. "Be tidy.  Hang up your coat."
 
William hangs it up.  He watches as Darla toys with her meal, 
stopping and licking the wounds closed, and stroking and petting the 
woman.  "William!"  She commands.  "Come here. I need your 
assistance."  He comes over quickly.  "Grab the woman's arms and hold 
them in place above her head.  Do not let her escape.  I want to play 
with this one for a while."  William does as he is bid, holding the 
girl firmly.  Darla begins stroking the woman's corseted 
breasts.  "Shush, shush my dear.  If you are pleasing I may let you 
live."  She strokes down the woman skirts, and then climbs underneath 
them.  There is the sound of ripping cotton and the woman begins to 
moan through her gag.  William, despite himself, is becoming 
aroused.  
 
Angelus pulls up a chair and sits with his legs crossed, a huge smile 
on his face, "I love when she gets in these playful moods. She is 
evil that needs its own altar on which to be worshipped. I could not 
have picked a better Sire."
 
William nods in agreement.  He can smell the woman's arousal, 
clearly, and Darla's as well.  Women's arousal, he found, smelled 
much more like vanilla and warm bread.  The woman moans and gasps and 
twists a little in his arms....until she suddenly stiffens in his 
arms and cries out in pain.  Shortly the pain, too, gives way to 
moans, but he can feel her life slowly ebbing away.  At length Darla 
climbs out from underneath.  "Lay her on the table, boy.  I need to 
show you an excellent killing point, for when you become a Seducer."  
He lays the woman on the table and Darla lifts her skirt.  He can see 
the bite marks in the woman's thigh.  "There is an excellent spot for 
blood there, William, and if you excite them sexually first, it is 
richer than neck blood."  Her eyes are dilated in pleasure.    
 
Angelus claps and smiles. "Show him a man's spot, Darling.  I love it 
when you teach.  After all, seducing works both ways, lover."
 
She sighs happily.  "You are right.  A man this beautiful will 
definitely be attractive to men as well."  She looks over at 
Angelus.  "You're the only male in the room right now, other than 
him.  Be so kind as to drop your trousers, so I can show him the 
spot.  After all, it *was* your idea." 
 
Angelus stands and tries his very best put-upon face, but his eyes 
gleam quickly when he looks at William and he drops his 
trousers. "Ready, my love, point away."
 
Darla pulls William closer, guiding his hand up along Angelus' thigh, 
to a point high on the inner thigh.  "Right....here.  As long as you 
are in the right spot the sound of the blood through the skin will 
guide you to the exact location."  
 
Angelus' eyes glitter. "Do you see, William?  Make sure you take 
notice, learn the spot, and listen closely.  You're one step closer 
to being deadly but slow, sensual and dangerous."
 
William tries hard to concentrate on the lesson and not on the feel 
of Angelus' inner thigh.  Darla's hand on his provides a reminder.  
He nods.  "What's a ...Seducer?" 
 
Darla laughs.  "It's a specialized type of hunting, William.  A 
Seducer never has to necessarily prowl the streets.  An adept Seducer 
can walk into a party full of people, pick a target, and within 
minutes get them to willingly leave and place themselves in the 
Seducer's hands.  Sexual fascination is a Seducer's game.  You have 
all the earmarks of a natural.  The grace, the fluid movements, the 
natural obedience...I bet you are a licker, too."  She looks over at 
Angelus.  "What do you think?" 
 
Angelus nods. "Oh, I would bet my name that is he a licker, my love. 
I think William is a born Seducer.  He just needs to realize his 
ability for what it is." Angelus smiles at Darla, "Shall we try it on 
the hard target, my dear?"
 
Darla smiles.  "What an entrancing idea.  I'll go to my room for a 
moment.  You give him a little coaching.  And then I'll come back out 
and he can try." 
 
Angelus nods and as soon Darla is gone, he looks at Drusilla first, 
keeping his voice low and calm. "Quit pouting about, Drusilla. And 
for God's sake, quit making a mess.  Dispose of the bodies.  I need 
the table.  Then take a bath like a good girl." 
 
Drusilla flinches.  "Yes, Sire."  She gets up and starts dragging the 
bodies out of the room, one in each arm.  
 
William looks at Angelus.  "I'm a Seducer?  And I'm going to be able 
to make Darla fascinated?  How?  She already took me to bed and she 
didn't seem overly impressed."  
 
Angelus strokes William's face, and in a feat of bravery kisses 
William hard and  quick, then pulls back. "Where did you feel that 
kiss?  Where did it burn most?"
 
William moans.  "In my crotch."  Angelus can smell his arousal.  
 
Angelus nods and moves William back to the table then lifts him and 
sits him on it* "Good.  Now just use that burn, and spread it.  Close 
your eyes and feel it.  Spread it from toe to head-- make it yours, 
control it. You have to control your own passion and fire before you 
can even think of seducing another, Will. Close your eyes for me."
 
William closes his eyes.  He tries to conjure the feeling of 
spreading the burn.  He waits to see what Angelus will say next. 
 
Angelus puts his hand on William's thigh and caresses. "Feel it?"
 
William feels fire shoot through him.  It's like the hunt, but 
different.  He purrs.  "Yes."

"Concentrate on it, my beautiful boy.  We are eternal beings.  We 
defy almost every natural law known to man.  Change it and make it 
yours.  Turn your passion into a weapon."
 
He pulls it up into his core, like a breath into his chest.  He 
pushes out, and his whole demeanor changes.  It is the panther again, 
but breathtakingly sexy.  He feels it now, how he can use his arousal 
and focus it like this, as he does his excitement in the hunt. 
 
Angelus can see the changes and he lowers his voice. "Open your eyes 
now Will."
 
William opens his eyes, and they glitter like a cat's.  He turns them 
on Angelus.  "Is this it?" 
 
Angelus sucks in a breath, puts his hand on his tummy, and 
nods. "Yes, my beautiful boy, you are perfect and you are sensual. 
You're my boy, and you are everything you want to be. Take off your 
jacket, little one."
 
William slowly shrugs the jacket off.  His fluid movements make it a 
striptease.  He looks at Angelus, waiting for the next command.  
 
Angelus loosens his tie and points to his shirt 
buttons. "Un....unbutton three or four buttons on your shirt for me."
 
William undoes his buttons, one at a time, opening the shirt and 
offhandedly stroking his own flesh. 
 
Angelus moves further back into the dark of the room and his voice 
filters out.  "Wonderful, my boy.  Now when Darla emerges, lean back, 
just let your legs spread. Her neck near her jugular and her wrists 
are very sensitive. Turn your voice to liquid sex, my lad.  Do not 
falter, and no matter what keep eye contact. Just keep in your mind 
that you are my boy and you are anything you need to be. I will be 
right here. Make me proud."
 
As if on cue, Darla comes back out into the main room.  She nods with 
approval at the change in William.  "William, my boy, what a pleasure 
to see you." 
 
William leans back, letting his legs spread slightly.  "Darla," he 
says, and his voice is a panther's purr.  He locks eyes with her.   
She stops, intrigued.  He shows promise. 
 
He stalks forward, muscles playing under the skin.  In movement, he 
is quite simply breathtaking.  He reaches for her hands without 
looking for them and raises them to his lips.  She shivers.  He 
continues kissing up, onto her wrists, and kisses and licks at them.  
She moans, and moves closer.  He keeps eye contact , and pulls her to 
him.  She melts, and he goes for her neck.  He begins nibbling near 
the jugular.  He shifts, slowly, into game face and touches the 
jugular with his teeth.  "Oooooo, excellent boy William.  You are 
indeed a Seducer.
 
Angelus claps and moves out of the shadows.  "Darla, isn't he a 
marvel?  A quick learner and it seems he has found his calling. His 
Vampire talent would you not say?"
 
"Most definitely," she purrs.  "A Childe only three days old able to 
get a rise from a Master Vampire?  Pity you'll have to make him a 
Warrior as well.  That is, if you ever hope to have the Master accept 
him into the line." 
 
"Oh, I plan to make him a Warrior, my love, no doubt about that.  But 
what arts to best suit him will have to be contemplated. I am glad 
you're pleased, my darling.  I think we should retire now and sleep.  
We have had a inventive day."
 
"Retire, perhaps," She says.  "Not to sleep.  If you are too tired, I 
could take William to bed."  
 
Angelus shakes his head and sweeps up Darla in his arms. "Oh, no, my 
love, I shall be more than willing to attend to you." Angelus looks 
over his shoulder and gives William a longing look, then disappears 
into his room with Darla.
 
William supresses a mighty groan as Angelus disappears with Darla.  
He drags off to the other bedroom, where a fearful-eyed Drusilla 
waits for him.  
 
Dru hisses.  "I should have rammed it up your ass rather than beat 
you with it.  Then you'd be ruined for him."  
 
William's eyes flash, and Dru subsides.  "I'm leaving tomorrow 
anyway, and Angelus will get you.  It's what he wants.  But *I* 
wanted you too.  *I* made you."  She starts weeping. 
 
William can't help it, he is drawn to comfort her.  He climbs into 
bed and puts his arm around her.  He purrs loud and low, and she 
relaxes into his body.  Eventually she drifts off to sleep. 
 
The next day comes, and Angelus and Darla wake late from the exertion 
of the night before once they had got back to the bedroom. Angelus 
had imagined and used all his fantasies of William he has built up to 
last a good five hours until Darla had passed out on him again. He 
knew from the sounds of weeping last night there was nothing 
happening on William's end. He clothes and walks out into the hall 
and sees William reading, wearing his glasses.  He smiles and walks 
over taking a seat across him. "Good afternoon, lad."
 
William looks up shyly, made self-conscious by the glasses.  "Good 
afternoon Angelus."  
 
Angelus reaches out and caresses William's cheek.  He says softly. "I 
was very proud of you. And if I dare say highly aroused. I want and 
need you so much, and that only made me want you more. So primal and 
feline, William.  How did anyone ever make fun of you?"
 
"Because I was a foolish weak poet with ridiculous glasses, who 
wanted a highborn woman beyond his reach.  I wasn't primal or 
feline." 
 
Angelus taps William's cheek a bit hard and looks at him with glowing 
eyes. "You always were.  Just because stupid humans did not realize 
your passion and fire, William, dinna mean it was not there. You are 
beauty and allure, William.  Even in those glasses, I want to throw 
you on this table and open you up, live inside you. We will make them 
pay.  We will find them when we go back, and we will kill everyone of 
them cruelly and slowly."
 
William lights up with pleasure and fire, his eyes going feral.  "We 
will?"  His voice sings with passion and cruelty.  
 
Angelus nods, "We will, my beautiful boy.  They'll die for making you 
feel anything less than what you are."
 
William reaches across and strokes Angelus' face.  "You are too good 
to me."  
 
"You're everything to me, already. I can't explain it. I haven't even 
really been with you and I need you like blood. There's something 
here, Will, between us, and I couldn't fight if I tried."
 
"There's definitely something between us.  I feel like I belong to 
you...like I would do anything and everything at your bidding, move 
heaven and earth for your pleasure." 
 
Angelus kisses William's hand. "Only this day, and they leave at 
nightfall, William.   We just have to get through the day."
 
William nods and shivers.  "And then we can truly be together."  Then 
they both hear the noises of Darla stirring.  Angelus drops William's 
hand.  
 
Darla comes waltzing out, still in a dressing gown, not even 
corseted.  She saunters over to Angelus and drapes herself across his 
lap.  She purrs happily.  "Mmmmm, you proved to be a tiger last 
night, Angelus.  Perhaps I should postpone my trip another day." 
 
Angelus shakes his head. "Nay, Darla, my love.  You know how the 
Master detests when you postpone, my love. You must go to him.  He 
loves your presence so."
 
Darla sighs.  "I suppose you are right.  It will be a long cold 
visit, except for Dru to warm my nights, and it is not the same."  
She sits up and strokes Angelus' face.  "Are you up to warming me 
again before I leave, dear boy?" 
 
Angelus kisses Darla's head. "Do you not wish to hunt before you 
leave, my darling?"
 
"No.  There will be hunting enough in the sewers.  And I am still 
full from that tasty morsel you brought me last night."  She stands 
up and walks over to William.  "Come with me, lad, since your 
GrandSire seems to be tired. "

Angelus stays put and smiles. He can get through this, then they will 
leave him alone with his boy.  Plus, he wishes to speak to Dru. 
 
Darla drags William off to her room.  The sounds of grunts and moans 
soon comes from behind the door.  
 
Angelus stands up stiffly and walks to the room with Drusila and 
knocks to be polite. 
 
"Come in Sire."  Drusilla's voice says, formal and precise. 
 
When Angelus enters, he sees Drusilla formally dressed, her hair done 
perfectly, her make-up exact.  He has never seen her this way.  She 
looks over at him with cold eyes. 
 
Angelus walks over and sits on his knees before her. "You look so 
pretty, my sweet girl."
 
"Thank you Sire."  Her eyes don't connect with him but stare off into 
space. 
Angelus brings up his hands and touches hers. "Drusilla, I need you 
to look at me please?"
 
Drusilla brings her eyes to focus intensely on his.  "This better, 
Sire?" 
 
Angelus nods. "Princess, I need you to come back to the good place.  
You need to be good for Darla, so you can come home to me. You know 
the Master does not abide your bad spells."
 
"I'm good.  I'm quiet.  I don't bother anybody.  I am still being 
punished."  Dru keeps looking at Angelus. 
 
Angelus reaches up and cups Drusilla's cheek. "You did a very bad 
thing, my sweet, but you are making amends and you are keeping quiet 
like a good girl."
 
"Like a good girl.  Why did you have to take him, Daddy?  He was 
supposed to be *mine*.  You said he was.  My little Prince.  And now 
all he wants is you."  Her voice is a broken-hearted wail. 
 
Angelus leans up and kisses Drusilla softly, and when he leans back 
he has a small smile. "He is still your prince, and he cares for you 
Drusilla.  Please understand.  We cannot help it."
 
Drusilla's eyes cloud for a moment and then she looks at Angelus 
again.  "You can't help it, can you Daddy?  It's like a spell, or an 
old fairy tale."  She strokes his face.  "Poor Daddy.  Poor William.  
I forgive you." 
 
"Thank you my sweet girl. I want you to have a nice time.  When you 
come back, I will have a new doll waiting.  How does that sound?"
 
Drusilla smiles.  "I love new dolls.  Miss Edith has quite a court 
now."  She leans over and kisses Angelus on the cheek.  "Sweet 
Daddy."  
 
Angelus kisses Dru once more and stands. "Are you all packed, my 
sweetling?"
 
"All packed, ready to go.  Is Grandmummy enjoying William?" 
 
Angelus stiffens, then nods. "I suppose so, my sweet."
 
"Good.  Because as long as she is happy she won't see a thing.  
Grandmummy is blind to all but her own pleasure." 
 
Angelus nods. "Grab your things and set them by the door, Princess"
 
"Yes Daddy."  She gets up and gathers her things, carrying them to 
the door.  
 
When Angelus goes back into the living room, a much-worse-for-wear 
William is dragging Darla's luggage to the door.  
 
Angelus walks into the room and finds Darla putting on her coat. "I 
see you're ready my love."
 
"Yes."  She flows across and kisses Angelus.  "Sorry to leave you 
alone with no female companionship."  
 
Angelus nods. "I will make do, I'm sure. Be safe on your journey."
 
"Yes, I suppose you can always kidnap a local and eat her later.  I 
will see you when the Master releases me again.  Send word if you 
decide to return to town."  
 
Angelus kisses her softly. "I shall, my love, you know I will. I will 
miss you immensely."
 
"And I, you, dear boy.  But you know the Master...he can't do without 
me for long."  She caresses his face one last time and heads for the 
door.  She stops to kiss William on the mouth.  "Study hard.  Obey 
Angelus."  Then she looks over at Drusilla,  "Come, darling.  Time to 
go."  They gather their luggage and leave, and soon the coach is 
clattering away into the night. 
 
Angelus is frozen in his spot-- afraid to move, afraid to breathe, 
even though he doesn't need to.  He just stares at the closed door. 
 
William strips off his shirt and puts on his best Seducer aura, 
stalking over towards Angelus.  He strokes his face and pulls his 
head down, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss.  
 
Angelus is still for bit longer, then comes back to life.  He slams 
William up against a wall and bites into his lips with blunt teeth.  
He starts to strip off his pants, then he picks William up, wraps his 
legs around his waist, and heads for his bedroom, snarling and 
moaning into William's mouth. He bangs into several walls on his way 
there. William writhes against Angelus as he is being carried, trying 
to meld their bodies together.  His eyes have gone feral as well, and 
he purrs and growls as they wrestle together.  
 
Angelus get to his bed and throws William on it. He strips off his 
clothes, then goes around the room lighting candles.  He closes the 
curtains that are open for the night, cloaking the room in just a 
candle light glow.  Then he goes and locks the door just in case. He 
walks over to the foot of the bed panting and touching his lips. 
 
William watches him, and climbs onto his hands and knees on the bed.  
He paces, like a panther, following his progress around the room from 
the bed.  As Angelus approaches the bed, William comes crawling, 
purring, growling low in his throat, his cock hard and waiting.  He 
glows alabaster in the candlelight. 
 
Angelus grabs William's head and brings him up.  He kisses him again, 
hard and deep, sucking the tongue into his mouth, sucking the purrs 
and rumbles into himself. He then throws William back down and 
smirks.  He turns around and grabs the body oil off the dresser, and 
for the first time William can see his tattoo aglow in the 
candlelight. He turns back around and climbs onto the bed and sits at 
the bottom of William's feet. William writhes, arching his back and 
flexing his muscles sinuously.  "Please."  
 
Angelus speaks for the first time since Darla left, and it is low and 
laden with arousal. "Please, what, my beautiful boy?"
 
William's voice is husky liquid sex.  "Take me.  Ravage me.  Make me 
completely yours."  
 
Angelus growls and his eyes roll back in his head. He fights to keep 
his human face and his composure.  If he did what his demon demanded, 
he would be pounding the boy six ways from Sunday right now. But he 
wants to make it good and for God's sake try to make it last.  He 
opens his eyes-- they glow and almost swirl. He coats his hands with 
the oil and pulls William's legs on either side of him, leaving only 
enough room to slide his hand between them. "You sure, Will?  You 
want this, want me?"
 
"More sure than I've ever been of anything.  I close my eyes and I 
see you.  I smell you.  I taste you.  I want to feel you in me.  I 
want to be pinned underneath you and used for your pleasure."  
 
Angelus groans low and coats his hands more. He slides one to 
William's hip bone and slides it up and down in a soothing rhythm. 
Then he trails his other hand to William's virgin hole, moving it 
around in tiny soft circles on contact. His voice is low and soothing 
but intense. "I want you, I need you, I can't wait to be inside you. 
You're so soft, so soft."
 
William mewls and purrs, and his muscles shake from the strain of 
holding still.  "I want to be impaled on you.  I want to service you 
like a whore, make you cum inside me, make you scream for me."  He 
continues all this in his liquid-sex voice, writhing and displaying 
himself as much as he is able. 
 
Angelus' moan is guttural, and he shoves one finger inside of 
William, pumping it back and forth slowly, twisting it and turning 
it. His face shifting back and forth. "Will, please, oh God please, 
you have no idea what you're asking me. Oh, God, I can't hold back-- 
can't-- if you say it again. Please, Will."
 
"Please say it again?  I want to pleasure you.  I want you to take 
me, so that I know I have been taken.  Later you can be gentle, but 
right now I need you inside me, and you need to be inside me.  Ravage 
me.  Treat me like your whore." 
 
The next thing William knows, Angelus is hovering on top of him and 
William's legs are wrapped around his waist.  Angelus' eyes are feral 
yellow.  He speaks, his voice barely audible, it is so strained with 
want. "My whore, then?"
 
"Yes.  Your whore."  William's eyes are an answering yellow, and he 
is purring, his muscles straining. 
 
"Fine, my beautiful boy, as you wish it." Then he surges forward, 
burying himself to the hilt inside his boy, his voice a strained 
gasp. He stills long enough to grab his bearings, so cool so tight, 
God so damn tight, so soft and silky and only his, only his. 
Then he pulls back his hips and starts a furious, hard, deep pace.  
He pulls back William's neck slightly and starts to bite and lick his 
jugular. 
 
William snarls and roars as Angelus enters him.  It is beyond pain 
and beyond pleasure in a way he cannot even describe.  It is 
possession, and his whole body welcomes it.  His legs wrap tight 
around Angelus' hips, pulling him deep, increasing the force as he 
pistons in and out.  When Angelus pulls on his neck he arches it 
back, exposing it.  "Yes, damnit, yes, oh god, yours, yours, yours!" 
 
Angelus speeds up-- going now as fast as he can, as deep as he can, 
as hard as he can.  He needs to feel it all. He waited and it doesn't 
matter how long he waited -- it felt like forever. He snarls and 
licks and sucks harder on the mark Dru made.  He wants it gone.  He 
wants eliminate it, put his own there, make it official, make it so 
his boy never forgets just who he belongs to. His voice still bone 
deep. "Mine, mine, mine, lord, my God, my beautiful boy, mine."
 
"Your boy, only yours, always yours!"  William's whole body is into 
this now.  He is throwing his hips down to meet Angelus' frenzied 
thrusts, and he is a heaving, snarling, purring blur of flesh 
attached to Angelus' cock.  The whole rest of the world has ceased to 
exist.   
 
Angelus changes into gameface and sinks his fangs into William's 
neck, hard and fast.  He bites hard enough to scar, and thrusts so 
deep he feels as if he will come out  the other side. He cums then, 
with a harsh howl around William's throat, and it combines with a 
keening whine as he sucks the delicious nectar. 
 
As the incredible feeling of Angelus' teeth tear into him William 
freezes, cumming hard, nearly losing consciousness from the sheer 
force of it.  He feels something wrench deep within him and he 
instinctively knows this is more than a mere feeding.  
 
Angelus retracts his fangs and licks the bit mark and says only one 
word-- but it says everything and seals everything. "Mine!!"
 
William shudders, deeply, and replies, "Yours."  Then he collapses 
into a boneless heap on the bed.
 
Panting, Angelus lowers gently into William's body, laying his head 
on his stomach. 
 
William runs his hands through Angelus' hair.  His voice still deep 
with passion, he asks, "What was *that*?" 
 
Angelus asks in awe, "What part do you mean exactly, Will?"
 
"The bite.  I know it was more than just a bite...I could feel it.  
What happened?"
 
Angelus smiles and snuggles further into William. "That, my beautiful 
boy, was what we Vampires like to call a claim. I claimed you as my 
own."
 
"I belong to you now?  Fully and completely?"  William purrs. 
 
Angelus looks up. "Yes, Will, in a way you do.  A full claim has to 
be done both ways-- you claim me and I claim you.  For now it is only 
half. And before you ask, we can hide mine on you from Darla, but not 
from Dru. Dru won't say anything-- she will throw a fit but she won't 
hurt you anymore.  She'll just complain to me. But Darla is so close 
to me she would notice right away if you claimed me.  The Lore would 
not allow it, and she would surely kill you. I cannot lose you, my 
beautiful boy."
 
William nods.  "I understand.  But you want me to... if I could do 
it, you would want me to claim you?"  
 
Angelus caresses William's cheek.  "This feeling in my gut when I'm 
near you, see you, smell you--it's so fierce and strong. I want you 
and need you and I do not like sharing you. But yes, Will, I think I 
would in this moment, I say yes I would."
 
William's eyes glitter.  "That's all I need.  It's our secret."  He 
lies there for a moment, stroking Angelus' hair.  "Is there only one 
claiming in a lifetime?" 
 
Angelus shakes his head. "No, there can be more.  But when a new one 
is made,  the old one is erased."
 
"No one but you shall ever claim me," William says.  "I swear it on 
my existence."
 
Angelus hums in approval and runs his fingers over the claim 
mark. "Good, then, my boy.  I won't ever have to worry about killing 
anyone then."
 
William purrs and stretches himself.  "You'd kill for me."  It is a 
statement, not a question.  He begins to harden again.  "I belong to 
you... yours ...your property.  What do you want to do next with 
me?"  He purrs and rubs himself on Angelus, licking and biting with 
blunt teeth on his neck.  
 
Angelus rubs himself along William, running his arms up William's, 
stretching them above William's head until his body is taut. He then 
starts to bite as well, all the places that reach his mouth.  Each 
time William arches he whispers, "Something along these lines."
 
William whimpers and purrs, twisting in Angelus' grasp, not trying to 
get away just enjoying the feeling of being pinned.  He raises his 
legs to wrap around the small of Angelus' back and pulls their 
crotches together, rubbing their hard cocks against each other.  
 
Angelus' chest rumbles and he rubs them closer together.  Their cocks 
strain against each other, now that they are so close. "Oh Will, what 
are you?  God, what you do to me."
 
"I am your little Seducer.  I was made for you."  William moans and 
growls, squirming hard against Angelus.  "I was created to pleasure 
you." 
 
Angelus shivers and rubs them together harder and faster. He rubs his 
face into his mark, licking it and nipping it. "Mine."
 
When Angelus licks over the mark it is like liquid fire, and William 
gasps and bucks against Angelus.  "Yours," he manages wheeze out in 
reply.  He grinds their pelvises together in long, slow circles.  He 
is drawing nearer and nearer to cumming, just from the friction.     
 
Angelus growls low, loving to hear that, and he leans over to 
William's ear and whispers, "Cum for me Will, cum for me now."
 
William cums at his Sire's words.  He can't help but obey him.  He 
spurts all over their stomach as he shudders and shakes against 
Angelus. 
 
Angelus cums, then he waits until he comes down.  He leans over and 
kisses William passionately. When he pulls back, he crawls down his 
body and licks their combined fluids off of William's stomach, 
twirling his tongue around until he has it all licked up. He then 
moves to his belly button, and starts to fuck it with his tongue. 
 
William purrs happily as Angelus licks him clean, and moans and gasps 
as he begins to fuck his belly button.  He never even knew it was 
that sensitive, but then every part of him seems so much more 
sensitive after being turned.  He winds his hands in Angelus' hair 
and threads his fingers through again and again. Angelus slowly lets 
his fangs descend into William's belly, and he continues to fuck the 
belly button while the fangs are imbedded around it. William starts 
to harden again under the attention.  "Sire...oh god."  He gasps. 
Angelus licks and twists his tongue harder and begins to suction his 
mouth over the belly buttton, all the blood running down and into his 
mouth. William twists his hand in Angelus' hair and gasps, bucking 
against his Sire and lover.  The feelings are so exquisite....he 
purrs and growls and moans. 
 
Angelus waits until there is a mini-pool of blood in William's belly 
button, then retracts his fangs and laps up the puddle slowly. He 
brings his fingers to William's hipbones, rubbing back and forth 
softly with his thumbs. William relaxes, enjoying the sensations of 
fingers and tongue, purring louder and louder.  "Angelus... does my 
blood...taste good?" 
 
Angelus laps all the rest, and crawls up his body, his eyes 
twinkling. "Oh yes, my lad, like peaches and cream.  It's so 
delicious and tasty."
 
William rubs himself against Angelus as he crawls up him.  "I'm sorry 
I ask so many questions."  
 
Angelus shakes his head and runs his fingers over his lips. "No, my 
boy, questions are very good.  You can ask as many as you like."
 
Spike runs his tongue out to lick Angelus' fingers and suck them into 
his mouth, suckling them and licking on them. Angelus moans. "God, 
boy, you are a licker." He lets him suck on his finger while he grabs 
a pillow from the head of the bed and props it gently under William's 
hips. He grabs the oil, opens it, and recovers his hands. He looks up 
into William's suckling face and whispers, "Time for gentle and slow 
now, Will.  Relax for me."
 
William moans.  "I'm ready for you."  He relaxes deeply.  Angelus can 
see every muscle loosen.  
 
"That's my good boy-- so pretty and good." Angelus takes one coated 
hand and lowers it to William's cock, taking it in his hand and 
starting a gentle soft pace up and down. Then he trails his other 
hand to William's entrance, and starts in his little circles of 
earlier. 
 
William gasps and bucks into Angelus' hand.  "Oh, god, your 
hand...this is the first time you've....oh god."  He whimpers as 
Angelus continues to pump. 
 
Angelus smiles and firms his grip, making sure to put the right 
amount of pressure on the right spots, while scraping his fingernail 
over his entrance, back and forth.  "Like my hands, William?"
 
"Oh god in heaven yes!  Your hands...I *love* the feel of them on 
me.  So big and strong and manly."  He mewls in pleasure.  
 
Angelus pumps firmly up and down, and says in time with his 
pumps,  "Big... strong... manly..." He then pushes the first finger 
in carefully, until it is fully seated.  "Is that all you like about 
me beautiful boy?"
 
"No.  You're also the most handsome man I have ever seen.  And the 
sexiest.  You have the most incredible eyes.  They bore right through 
me, into my soul."  
 
Angelus inserts another finger with the first, and starts to wiggle 
them back and forth. "Handsome and sexy and my eyes then. Well Darla 
seems to agree on my eyes." Angelus looks up and his expression is 
soft. "William, my boy, you do not carry a soul inside thee anymore I 
appreciate and adore the sentiment, but it no longer lies within you."
 
William considers for a minute.  That explains so many things, like 
how he can now kill so casually without feeling guilt for it.  He 
nods.  "I should have known.  This freedom I feel.  It's the lack of 
a soul.  I am better off without it."  
 
Angelus nods and pulls out his fingers when the muscles are loose 
around him. He pulls them out and oils his cock and lines it up to 
William's now quivering entrance.  "Ready, my beautiful boy?"
 
"Yes," he moans.  "Please, yes.  I am ready for you."  
 
Angelus spreads William's legs a bit wider, and then pushes his cock 
in just to the head and stops. He looks up, his eyes glitter, "Want 
more?"
 
William whines, "Fuck!  Angelus please don't stop!"  
 
Angelus pushes a bit further and stops again.  He puts one of his 
hands on his chest and seems to be studying his nails.  "And now?"
 
"Angelus, god, please, more!"  William writhes and tries to thrust 
Angelus further into him.  
 
Angelus pushes a bit more-- so close, but a bit more to go-- and he 
whispers, "Still not good enough?"
 
"All the way!  I want all of you in me, damnit, please!"  William is 
bucking as much as he can, trying to angle his Sire's cock in deeper. 
 
Angelus moans softly and finally seats himself fully.  He stops and 
looks into William's eyes, "Happy now, my beautiful boy?"
 
William stretches his arms out and pulls himself up to Angelus, 
wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.  "I'm 
always happy with you."  
 
Angelus moans and tilts his hips back and moves forward slowly. This 
angle makes William tighter around him and he can go deeper. "Oh Mary 
and Joseph. Fuck...oh Will, me too, me too."
 
William groans as Angelus moves deeper still into him.  He begins to 
kiss and lick and bite on Angelus' neck and collarbone. He purrs and 
grinds back hard against Angelus' invading cock.   Angelus moans 
loudly, and tips back and forth slowly and softly to William's hard 
thrusts, giving them good contrast. Since William is a little bit 
away from him, having just leaned up, he puts his hand back on 
William's cock and resumes stroking. William whimpers and mewls as he 
feels Angelus' hand on him again.  He bites harder with blunt teeth 
into Angelus' neck, over and over again.  
Angelus keeps his pace and his pumping, and pushes his neck into 
William's mouth. "Go on, Will, if you want it have it."
 
William growls happily as he shifts into game face, sinking his fangs 
into Angelus' neck.  He sucks down the incredibly complex and rich 
blood, all vitalized now with the essence from their sexual 
activity.  It takes only a few sips before he cums, and his eyes 
become glazed and unfocused.  
 
Angelus rubs William's cheeks. "Enough now.  Come on, pull back."  
William detaches, with difficulty, and begins licking to close the 
wounds.  Angelus lifts William into his lap completely and sits back. 
He leans his arms back and he smirks at William. "How does my boy 
feel?"
 
William looks at him with heavily dilated eyes.  "Soaked with 
pleasure.  Like every part of me is incredibly alive.  Just feeling 
your skin against mine is almost more pleasure than I can bear."  
Spike breathes heavily, though he has no need. 
 
Angelus tilts his hips back, and then slowly inches his way back 
in. "And now how do you feel?"  William wraps his arms around Angelus 
and digs his fingernails into his back, muffling his scream of 
ecstasy into Angelus' broad chest. 
 
Angelus smiles and kisses William's head, but then pushes him back up 
to sitting position in his lap. Then he tsk's and runs his fingers 
over his nipples, and tilts his hips back again. "Stay, William.  I 
want ta play, understand?"
 
Between gasps as Angelus touches his nipples, he says, "Oh...God... 
Angelus... I... understand... but... it's... so...hard!"
 
"Oh, I know lad Darla did it to me, so I know. I like to look at you, 
see you like this. It makes me so hard, and I burn for you." Angelus 
slowly slides back inside again. This time William screams aloud, 
with no way to muffle it, and he digs his nails into his own hands, 
drawing blood.  "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!" 
 
Angelus' eyes roll back in his head, and he rubs his hand down 
William's chest.  "That's a good boy, such a good boy, my boy, my 
beautiful boy." Angelus tips his hips back faster and slides back in 
harder. William screams again, shuddering helplessly but remaining in 
place through sheer force of will.  The pleasure is almost too much.  
It has gone beyond anything he could imagine, and he struggles to 
maintain consciousness. 
 
Angelus feels himself drawing near and he captures William's erection 
again.  This time, he pumps it hard and fast while jacking his hips 
as hard as possible. William loses complete control, shifting into 
game face and yowling and roaring at the top of his lungs, cumming 
hard after only a few strokes from Angel's hand, and then passing 
into unconsciousness from the sheer intensity of the feelings. 
 
Angelus catches William and pulls him to him, cradling his head. He 
only last a few more strokes, the still clenching channel makes him 
empty himself.  He holds William to him, not pulling out for a good 
couple minutes, just smelling him and licking his neck. Then he lays 
William down, lays beside him, and covers them up. 
They have a good month before they hear from either of the girls 
again and they can go back to the London when they please. He plans 
to spend as much time here alone with his boy as possible before 
heading back to avenge him. That's the first order of business when 
they return.  For now he just settles in beside him, curling close, 
and throwing a possessive hand around him, falls asleep. 
 
William awakens hours later, cradled close against Angelus.  He 
purrs, stroking the arm that holds him in place.  Angelus wakes and 
smiles.  He leans over and nips the back of William's neck. "Sleep 
well, my lad?"
 
"Like the dead."  William chuckles.  "I passed out on you, I'm 
sorry." 
 
Angelus pulls William's back against him as close as he can. "No need 
for sorry, my Will.  Tis what I wanted-- to give thee pleasure so 
great you would pass out from the joy of it."
 
"It was beyond even the greatest limits of my imagination.  I never 
even knew such pleasure existed." He rubs his head against Angelus' 
chest.  
 
Angelus nods. "Aye, it does.  And it will only get better, I promise 
you."
 
"There's more?"  William asks.  He moans.  "It's a good thing I am 
already dead, or so much pleasure would kill me." 
 
Angelus whispers in his ear. "Oh, so much more I can show you, teach 
you, do to you, make you do. I can make you my servant, my slave...my 
whore."
 
William shivers and his cock responds to Angelus' voice and 
words.  "I will be whatever you wish me to be."  
 
"Never heard a truer statement, my boy.  And you will be, you'll be 
everything I want you to be, because you're mine." Angelus reaches up 
and tugs on William's hair softly.  "This is mine-- say it."
 
"My hair is yours, Angelus." William says.  He is so incredibly 
aroused by this possessiveness.   
 
Angelus runs his fingers over William's lips* "These?"
 
"My lips are yours, my mouth is yours."  His eyes are glittering with 
arousal now. 
 
Angelus moves to his neck, cupping it and tilting it back.  "This?"
 
"My neck belongs to you." 
 
He moves his hand to William's chest. "And this?"
 
"Yours."  He moans, rubbing his head against Angelus' chest again.  
 
Angelus kisses William's head, and moves his hands to his cock. "What 
of this?"
 
William whimpers as Angelus' hands touch his erect cock.  "Oh, yours, 
yours, most definitely yours." 
 
Angelus smiles and thinks that they haven't hit the best spot yet. 
And speaking of that, he trails his hand behind and moves one step 
closer to his goal. He cups William's asscheeks and cups them. "And 
these?"
 
"Your, Sire, all yours."  He mewls, knowing where Angelus will go 
next. 
 
Angelus nods and spreads the cheeks open with one hand.  He presses 
his finger gently against the hole until it sinks inside, and he 
whispers low and hotly, "And what about here?"
 
William gasps out, "Yours, yours, yours!" 
 
Angelus growls in approval, and then uses his legs to jar open 
William wider from behind.  He moves another finger to William's hole 
and lets it sink in with the first. "Are your listening to me?  I 
need you to listen closely right now."
 
"Yes, Sire, I am listening," William moans, straining to concentrate 
while Angelus invades his ass. 
 
"NO ONE and I repeat William NO ONE will ever be here other than me. 
I will be your one and only, do you understand me?" Angelus says 
while pumping and twisting his fingers back and forth. 
 
"Yes, Sire!  I understand!  No one but you, ever!" William thrills to 
this claiming, this possession.  
 
Angelus scrapes his fingers against William's prostate. "Tell me 
again."
 
William mewls as Angelus touches his prostate.  "It's yours, only 
yours.  No one else, ever!" 
 
Angelus removes his fingers, places his cock, and enters William 
swiftly. "One and 
only...no...one...else...ever...not...ever...this...is ...mine...my," 
he moans and puts his arm around William's waist, pulling him back on 
him.  "my HOME."
 
William emits a purring growl at Angelus' words.  He repeats them, 
whispering, to himself.  "His Home."
 
Angelus repeats over and over, while sliding in and out, deep and 
hard, being sure to slide the head of his cock over William's 
prostate, "My home, my home, my home...mine, mine, mine...my 
beautiful boy."
 
William sees stars as Angelus continues to pound into him, each time 
his prostate is touched.  He whispers, over and over, "Yours, yours, 
yours."  His hands run up and down Angelus' back, feeling the broad 
muscles, nails barely scraping the skin.  His hands move back to grip 
Angelus' hips, digging his fingers in and pulling him deeper.

Angelus feels himself drawing near so he reaches around and grasps 
William's erection pumping it in firm strokes. "How did I ever manage 
without you William?  I cannot imagine you not with me as you are 
now.  Fuck...I need you so badly."
 
William moans as Angelus' hand grasps his cock.  Between moans and 
gasps, he says, "I... will... always... be... here... for... you."  
*He needs me!  He needs me!  Oh god I am in heaven.* 
 
Angelus is tipping on the edge at William's words he just needs one 
more thing.  He wants to hear it. "Do you love me Will?"
 
William looks inside himself.  He's never really loved before-- what 
he felt for Cecily, he knows now, was a pale foolish fancy.  The 
blazing feeling in his body and mind for Angelus dwarfs this to 
insignificance.  "I love you, Angelus.  I have never loved any 
other."  
 
Angelus cums then, hard and fast, surging deep inside William, 
claiming him this way inside as well as out. He pumps harder and 
slides his hand faster and whispers to William, "I love you too, 
Will. I will never love anyone as I do you-never, as long as I exist."
 
At his words William cums, shooting onto Angelus' hand and onto his 
own stomach.  "Nor shall I.  You are my first and best love.  No 
other shall own my heart as you do."
 
Angelus kisses William's head and rolls to side. He pulls William to 
him. "We need to rest, tomorrow is a new day. And I have so much more 
I wish to do with thee."
 
William purrs and molds against him, licking his throat and purring 
as he slowly drifts off to sleep.  He is secure and happy in the arms 
of his lord and master.  
 
** SUNNYDALE, January 1999 ** 
 
The phone at mansion rings.  *Ring ring* 
 
Angel wipes his face and picks up the phone. "Hello?"
 
"Hello there, tall dark and sexy."  Spike's honeyed voice is on the 
line.  
 
Angel sits on his bed and closes his eyes.  It had been three months, 
and here was Spike.  He didn't think he was ever going to hear or see 
him again. "Hey, how are you?"
 
"Rotten.  Tried to get the bitch back but she left me again.  Just 
don't have the heart to be cruel enough to suit her." 
 
Angel sighs. "I'm sorry, Will."
 
"Water over the damn dam.  Spent half the time thinking about you, 
anyway.  So how are you and the Slayer?" 
 
Angel studies his hands. "The same."
 
"Figured.  Or you wouldn't still be there in Sunnyhell."  
 
"Atonement, making amends-- all reasons too."
 
"Yeah, right.  You could atone anywhere."
  
Angel sighs, then groans when he notices he made a wet spot on the 
bed. 
 
"But that's not why I called.  What are you wearing?"  Spike's voice 
has gone husky and sexy. 
 
Angel stares at his towel and squeaks, "Towel."
 
"Mmmm.  Just out of the shower.  All wet and dripping.  God, I can 
picture you.  I can smell you.  I'm naked, myself.  Reclining back in 
bed on silk sheets and velvet cushions.  Can you guess what I'm doing 
right now?"  
 
Angel goes to squeak again, but coughs and grips his towel, uncaring 
of dripping now. "Yes, but I want you to tell me."
 
"I'm picturing you, your magnificent sculpted body, and I'm stroking 
myself.  I'm hard just imagining you.  I'm stroking long and slow and 
wishing it were your hands on me." 
 
Angel moans, sits back against his bed, and throws his towel on the 
floor.  He starts to stroke his hands on his chest. "They are Will, 
those are my hands.  Can you feel it?"
 
Spike gasps.  "Yes, I can feel it.  Your big, strong manly hands 
touching me.  Oh god, it's almost enough to make me cum, just the 
touch of your hands on me."  
 
Angel moans, "Oh, god Will. Yes. Tell me more. My hands are moving 
down your chest into your curls.  They are stroking and twirling, 
teasing you." As Angel says this, he is doing the same. 
 
"I am shivering and my hips are jerking.  I'm hard as stone and 
powerless in your hands.  And my hands are on you.  I could never 
resist you fresh from bathing.  My soft hands, my long clever 
fingers, wrapped around your massive cock.  And I am licking you, the 
way I always do, my tongue licking the water off your chest, off your 
nipples."    
 
Angel whispers, "Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. My head is lolling on my 
shoulder.   I grip your cock and pump in time with your pumps and 
push my neck into your mouth. I love it when you lick me, always 
have."
 
"I start to lick and suck on your neck, and nip at it with my teeth.  
My hips thrust against your hand."  Angel can hear the low thrum of 
Spike purring through the phone.  
 
"I groan and moan when you bite and I trail my other hand to your 
tight hole and circle it with my fingers teasing you, making you 
squirm."
 
Spike whimpers on the phone.  "I whimper and shift myself to give you 
better access.  My hand is pumping harder on your cock and I lick and 
suck harder on your neck, and move down to your collarbone.  I bite 
more.  My other hand moves down to stroke and fondle your balls."  
 
Angel whimpers. "God, Will, I keep circling until you make the tiny 
sounds in the back of your throat I'm looking for, then I push in 
until my finger is seated in you fully. I pick up the pace on your 
cock and tilt my hips when you touch my balls."
 
Spike groans.  "I push back against your finger.  Now I am grinding 
my hips, thrusting first into your hands, then back on your finger.  
I fondle you so carefully, finding the tender spots that you always 
love, that make your cock jump when I touch them just so.  I move one 
long finger back to stroke your perineum."  
 
Angel is coming so close now that his voice begins to shake. "I push 
another finger inside you, and I twist them, probe deeper, and twist 
again and again. My hips start to jerk and piston so fast-- your hand 
on me so soft. So smooth.  Will...I love the feel of you so much."
 
Spike is panting.  "Oh god Angel yes, I am so close to cumming from 
your touching me.  I am losing control, shaking and shuddering.  My 
hand tightens on you and my other hand moves back to your ass.  I 
press one finger into you.  Oh god oh god oh god oh god 
Annnnnnngggggellllllllll!"   
 
Angel cums then, moaning out Spike's name. "SPPPIIKKKEEEEE!!!"
 
For a moment there is only panting and purring on the phone.  Then 
Spike's voice comes back on.  "Angel?  Did you enjoy it?" 
 
Angel puts the phone back to his ear and says in a sated voice, "Are 
you joking? Jesus Christ, Will.  Yes."
 
"Just wanted to make sure.  I can't be there, but I wanted to touch 
you somehow."  
 
"Thank you. I mean-- I didn't think you would ever want to see me or 
call me again. Thank you for doing it."
 
"I'm never going to be finished with you, Angel.  I'll be there when 
you least expect me."  His voice is gentle and warm.  
 
Angel laughs softly. "I hope so, Will. Do you have to go?"
 
"Not quite yet, if you want to talk.  I like hearing your voice." 
 
Angel rolls to his side. "Yeah, I want to talk and I like your voice 
too. It's mainly the reason why I always have you talk dirty or tell 
me what you feel or what you like. To hear your voice."
 
"Mmmm.  I like that.  Nice to know I have another way to please you." 
 
Angel rolls his eyes. "Not like you didn't know, William. Just like I 
know that you like my voice but if I changed like." Angel swallows 
and changes smoothly to his natural brogue, "If I changed my voice ta 
this, and talked to you like I did long ago, when I first saw thee, 
that your toes curl and you make the tiny whimpers you know I canna 
resist."
 
And Spike does indeed make tiny whimpers.  That damn brogue is 
irresistible.  But two can play at that game.  "You're right.  But of 
course, if I change my accent like this," and his voice softens and 
slides into an upper-class accent, " as if I was that sweet innocent 
long ago, it makes you hard as steel."  
 
And like clockwork Angel's cock stands to steel-like attention and he 
chuckles. "Evil beast."
 
Spike chuckles back.  "Yes, I am.  But then you knew that."  His 
voice grows wistful.  "I wish I were there with you.  I can't rest 
alone.  I've always had family with me.  How have you borne it, all 
these years alone?" 
 
Angel sighs. "If I tell you, promise to never bring it up if your mad 
at me or trying to get my goat."
 
"I promise.  I swear on my unlife never to bring it up in anger or in 
jest."  
 
"I think about home and the past or I get something that used to be 
yours and sleep with it. It's not a cure but it's helped."
 
Spike sighs.  "I'll try that.  I should've taken one of your shirts 
when I was there.  I would have had your scent, at least for a 
while."  
 
"Give me an address.  I can send one if you want."
 
His voice is almost tearfully grateful.  "You would do that?" 
 
Angel picks up a pen and paper on his night stand and laughs. "No, 
you ingrate, I just said it to torture you.  Now give me your address 
before I change my mind."
 
Spike gives him the address, a hotel in Rio.  "Could you do tai chi 
in it before you send it to me?  You smell especially good when you 
do tai chi.  Almost as good as you smell when you have sex."  
 
Angel smiles. "Yes, I can do tai chi in it, Will."
 
"You still spoil me."  He sighs.  "Good to know some things never 
change."  
 
Angel shrugs. "I can't help it. Guess the wanting to make you happy 
will never change."
 
Spike purrs happily.  "Well at least one member of my family still 
likes me."  
 
"I've always liked you, William. I can't remember a day I didn't."
 
"Sorry to say, I've gone through quite a bit of time hating you.  But 
I've never passed a day without thinking of you." 
 
Angel nods. "Yeah, I get that. I disliked you and said it was hate. 
Maybe it was hate on the really bad days. But it's ok to feel that 
way."
 
"I'm tied to you, Angel.  I am bound to you.  Love and Hate--it's all 
from the same place, the bond I feel to you."  
 
"I understand that too. Will, I am sorry I hurt you enough to make 
you hate me."
 
"Shhh.  You apologized before.  I know."  His voice has gone very 
gentle and quiet.  "I understand."  
 
"I just feel that there will never be enough sorry's to mend what I 
did."
 
"Someday there has to be.  So we can meet in joy and not in regret." 
With this last sentence his upper-class accent has crept back.  Spike 
is not even aware of it.  
 
Angel smiles into the phone-- loving hearing William's accent before 
he became Spike and everything changed. "I can't wait.  That will be 
a good day."
 
"I should go now.  I will see you later.  Count on it." 
 
"Ok, Will. Bye.  I better." Angel hangs up.
 
Spike hangs up the phone.  He caresses it for a long while after 
that, as if it were Angel that he was touching.  Finally he drifts 
off to sleep.