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The Adventures of William the Bloody	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angelus hurled away the struggling boy and grinned, exposing a mouthful of fangs. “Why, Ms. Summers. You’re beautiful.” He backed away, chuckling at Buffy’s discomfiture. The moment was only slightly marred by his spitting out the foul-tasting blood he’d sipped from that crop-haired boy’s veins.
Angelus pelted down the street. He was certain Buffy wasn’t following but he wanted to make sure. When he slowed down, he resumed hacking and spitting into the street. “Shit, what did that guy eat, anyway? His blood tasted like sewer water. I’m gonna need a fresh kill to wash that yuck out of my mouth.”
The next moment he collided with a warm body. “Oof! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” the mortal cried as he staggered back from Angelus’s solid larger bulk.
Angelus grabbed the man by the lapels of his tweed coat and grinned into his face. “Well, that was way too easy.” Then he stared, stunned, at the man in his grasp. “Spike? When did you get out of your wheelchair, boy?”
The sandy-haired man stared in return then flung his arms around the brunette vampire. “Angel? Oh, thank god. I was beginning to think I was alone in this!”
Angelus disengaged himself with difficulty. What the hell was going on here? When had Rollerboy ditched his wheels? And why was he talking in that funny accent? He looked harder at Spike and then sniffed at his neck. “Spike, what the fuck’s happened? You’ve got a heartbeat…and you smell human.” The last word emerged in a hungry growl and Angelus licked his lips unconsciously.
Spike blinked owlishly from behind his wire-rimmed spectacles. “That’s--that’s because I am human.”
Angelus growled again and shoved Spike up against a nearby wall. “I’m not in the mood for games, Spike. How did you accomplish this magic trick and who’s your accomplice? Is this something Drusilla set up?”
“Unhand me! And it’s William, not Spike.”
The vampire’s eyes narrowed and he set Spike down although he didn’t move from him. Spike’s scent was altered and it wasn’t just the taint of humanity. He smelled new as if he’d recently come from a country of green grass and no modern pollution. It was baffling.
Spike made a production of brushing down his rumpled clothes but Angelus noted that his hands were trembling and he smelled sharply of fear. Whatever had happened had spooked him badly. His greeting a moment ago had indicated a profound joy at seeing his Sire, something he hadn’t shown Angelus for ages.
All this was weird as hell and the vampire realized the streets weren’t the best places to sort things out. “C’mon, boy. Let’s get you home. Won’t do to be out and about while Buffy’s on the prowl.”
Spike’s head shot up, the action causing his fair curls to fall over his eyes. That was new, too. With the transition to humanity, the bleached blonde hair had disappeared. And was he wearing tweed? “Buffy? The Slayer? Mayhap she can help me. There’s sorcery at work here and her friend Willow’s a witch.”
“Slow down there, boy.”
The blue eyes grew stern. “William. Not boy. Not Spike. William.”
Angelus noted the set mouth and then purred, “All right…William.”
The blond flushed at the seductive tones and Angelus’s eyes widened as he smelled the bare traces of arousal coming from the newly-human William. Oh, so it was like that, was it? It had been a dog’s age since he’d had that kind of fun with Spike. He smirked and wound one arm around the mortal’s shoulders.
“You don’t want the Slayer, William. She’ll just stake you on sight. We’re family, you and I. Let me take care of things. Whaddaya say?”
William gulped. His mind was awhirl with confusion. Part of him was shouting this was not the way things were supposed to be. Another part yearned to nestle against his handsome Sire’s broad chest and forget the strangeness of his altered circumstances.
He knew this was Sunnydale. But it couldn’t be. The town had been deserted when Buffy and the others had descended into the Hellmouth and now was teeming with life as if nothing untoward had occurred. The last thing he remembered was the ceiling falling in on himself and Buffy racing up the stairs.
He reoriented himself on the silent vampire eyeing him. What was Angel doing here and not in L.A.? And he had mentioned the wheelchair. A dark suspicion presented itself to William. “A-Angel, what year is this?”
“May 1998. Why?”
William turned deathly pale. “Oh my god. You’re not him. You’re Angelus.”
Angelus smelled his terror again and saw the muscles tense. Before William could take a step to run, the vampire headbutted him. The brunette caught his unconscious body before he hit the sidewalk. “Just relax, William. Can’t have you running off, can I? That’d ruin all the fun.”
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William opened his eyes to see the room around him blazing with candles. He sat up in bed, glanced down at himself and blushed when he realized he was naked although thankfully covered by a black silk sheet.
A masculine tenor stated calmly, “Ah, you’re awake finally. Thought you were gonna sleep the night away.” Angelus padded barefoot into view. He’d changed from his earlier black shirt to a burgundy silk top and was pouring what looked like a small glass of sherry. He sat on the bed next to William and extended the glass to him. “Drink up. It’ll help you feel better.”
William took the glass uncertainly. Was it drugged? But there was no need for it to be. Angelus had always been the stronger and, if he’d wanted to hurt William, he could have done it while the mortal was unconscious. Slowly, aware that Angelus was watching his every move, the blonde mortal lipped the sherry. It was surprisingly good and he found himself drinking it down eagerly after the first cautious sip.
William shifted on the bed and tried not to be uncomfortable about his nudity. As he did so, he mentally scanned his body. Other than his aching skull, he detected no pain anywhere. There wasn’t a telltale sting in his throat so he hadn’t been bitten. He sighed with relief. Perhaps Angelus didn’t mean to turn him this time.
Suddenly something occurred to him. “Where’s Drusilla?”
Angelus shrugged, his gaze sweeping over William’s prone form as he answered absently. “I don’t know. She was gone when I came back. Maybe she went out to get you a puppy for dinner,” he grinned.
William scowled. “Are you daft, man? Have you forgotten that Drusilla is mentally incapable and shouldn’t be allowed to wander the streets alone?” Then again she had survived in South America for three years without him…
He shook his head. Memories of his future life were reaching up to him yet they possessed an air of unreality. How could he tell Angelus about any of it without seeming as mad as Drusilla? He looked up to see that dark gaze only inches from his own and his heart fluttered in his chest. Angelus was always devilishly handsome and William flushed at how uncomfortably near the vampire lay to him.
The vampire leaned closer and whispered, “Are you all right, William?”
He wanted to bolt from the bed. But William knew Angelus would catch him before he could move. He licked suddenly dry lips and the vampire seemed to understand. Angelus leaned back and poured another glass and pressed it into William’s nerveless hand. This time the mortal gulped the potation--too quickly it seemed for, taken on an empty stomach, the liquor mounted straight to his head. Heat flared behind his eyes and raced across his skin like a hot summer breeze. Grinning, the vampire plucked the empty glass away before the blond could drop it.
The brunette laid a hand across his feverish brow and the blond moaned slightly at the cool touch. Angelus had shifted even closer until his side lay flat against William’s from shoulder to thigh. It was perfectly natural, then, for the vampire to clasp his shoulder and draw him close.
Before William could push him away, the vampire was kissing him. The cold lips pulled at his as if striving to draw the very breath from his lungs. The lack of air made the mortal’s head swim and he gasped into Angelus’s mouth. As his lips parted, the vampire thrust his tongue between his teeth, brushing it all along William’s warmer one. He teased the mortal, drawing William’s tongue out and scraping it lightly with the fangs that had bloomed from his jaws.
Angelus’s teeth ached. All his instincts were screaming at him to sink his incisors into the jugular pulsing just inches from his mouth. He hadn’t fed tonight and the urge to drink Will’s blood was strong. But he hadn’t become a Master vampire by giving in to every impulse that seized him. He could go without blood for now; he had other things in mind than draining William.
It had been awhile since he’d coupled with a warm body. His recent fall from celibacy with Buffy had whetted his appetite for that particular indulgence. He’d never enjoyed William before he’d been turned and he yearned to have that experience. He didn’t know how or why Spike was mortal again but it was an opportunity he wasn’t going to let go to waste.
He cupped William’s face and concentrated on the kissing. The boy was afraid of him--whether it was the sex or the threat of death, he wasn’t sure. But he would keep him from being scared if it meant his cooperation. It was so much more fun when victims gave in or their own accord.
Kissing William’s ear, he suckled at the lobe. Having the man cry out and tremble from the light erotic touch, Angelus was emboldened to go further. He lipped along William’s neck, letting the pulse throb under his tongue. When the blond tensed, Angelus held him and pulled back from the temptation of his pounding blood. He stroked the man’s ribs, speaking soothingly until the mortal relaxed again. Then he pressed a kiss to the hollow at the base of his throat and renewed his attentions.
William was confused. He was at Angelus’s mercy yet the vampire did nothing save kiss him. Not that he was complaining. The kisses were phenomenal, as sweet and demanding as he remembered. But William’s cock was hard and he twisted futilely in the sheets to find release. When Angelus pulled back, he moaned with distress only to watch, eyes widening, as the vampire removed his shirt and shucked off the leather pants.
William’s breath caught when he saw the erect manhood emerge from the parted zipper. It had been so long since he’d seen Angelus naked; he’d forgotten what an imposing figure the vampire cut. The broad chest tapered down to the slim waist and strong legs. The dark brown nipples were erect and William’s fingers twitched in an involuntary desire to caress and pinch them. The ridged stomach flexed as Angelus got back into bed and this time William grasped him eagerly, pulling the larger frame on top of his.
The agile tongue played adroitly with his warmer one and this time the fangs were more in evidence, nipping softly at his lips while the hands drifted across his torso, now pinching, now stroking along his ribs and stomach. Angelus had begun rocking sensually along William’s body, his cock bumping the cloth-covered ridge of the mortal’s own.
William gasped softly at each pluck of his nipples and whimpered in need as Angelus drew back. “I don’t know why you’re human again, Will. But I’m definitely taking advantage of it. And you’re not leaving here until I’ve taken you at least once. Do you want it? ‘Cause there’s no turning back after this.”
The mortal panted, his eyes glazed with desire. He couldn’t speak, only nodded frantically, and shoved the silken sheet out of the way. Angelus grinned and leaned next to William’s smaller body but resisted the mortal’s attempts to draw him closer. He reached down a hand and began stroking the other’s cock until the blond was thrusting up into his grip.
The ravenous bloodsucker was biting the full lower lip as William’s body shook. The vampire growled at the slight trickle of blood seeping into his mouth. He jerked his hand faster and heard the heartbeat speed up, the whole frame shuddering, the cock pulsing in his grip. An expert twist and William came from within the demon’s fist.
The blond cried out sharply and collapsed onto the bed, warm human semen spraying all over his heaving chest. A broad hand swept over his torso, briskly gathering all the fluid lying there. William watched, panting, through half-lidded eyes as Angelus brought his cum-covered hand between his trembling legs. The mortal parted his thighs unthinkingly and gasped when the vampire prodded his arsehole.
Angelus grinned at the tightness his fingers encountered. Seemed William had been restored with more than just his original accent and hair. He caressed the outer ring and resumed kissing the man. He wanted to distract William if he could and it seemed his strategy was working. The mortal arched towards him as if hungry for his mouth. He body tensed a little as one digit finally pressed inwards, but, otherwise, there was no sign of resistance.
The old memories of being mounted by his Sire swirled through William’s mind like a maelstrom. The vampire crushed him close as first the one, two, then three fingers made their way inwards. He was rough but that was the way Angelus liked it and William was helpless to stop him, shaking in anticipation of what lay ahead. He wouldn’t survive the more violent play that vampires favored but he sensed that Angelus would spare him that much.
Another twist of the fingers and William squirmed, his hips bucking unceasingly in rhythm with Angelus’s ministrations. “More! Angelus, more!” William gripped the vampire’s shoulders. “I want you. Please! I don’t want to…oh dear god.” He panted as the fingers inside him twisted over his prostate.
His excitement caused the vampire’s eyes to flicker with gold. “Damn, William, you’re really eager this time around,” Angelus murmured. “I like it. Let’s see if you’re still the good little fuck I remember.” He removed his hand carefully and flipped over the body on the bed. William was yanked to his hands and knees while Angelus knelt behind him.
With no further warning the vampire grasped the mortal around the waist with both hands and began pounding into him hard. William tried to keep upright but the violent thrusts were causing his arms to shake; it was all he could do to keep his head from being banged into the headboard.
The vampire leaned forward and began whispering to his human captive. “I never knew how good you could be like this, William. You were already a vampire when I took you. You remember how it was, don’t you? Those long nights of bloodshed and fucking and rolling around on the floors when the girls were out. I never thought I’d hear your heart pumping in your chest, smell your excitement and the hot blood running through you. You’re so hard; I can tell even without seeing that twitching cock of yours. You want me to split you in two, don’t you? Want me to pound you and cum so hard inside it’ll spurt out your throat.”
William moaned at that silken voice while it whispered and the cool tongue drifted out to flick at his ear. Angelus had set up a steady but slow pace, one designed to stoke the fires within him without letting the crisis peak. The mortal was hard, his cock an aching bar of steel, and he thought he’d go mad with the delayed satisfaction he could sense hovering frustratingly out of range.
“Ahhh, Angelus. Harder, I-I want it harder.” Without thinking he rocked back up to meet those punishing strokes, deep shudders gripping his body every time the thick cock plunged into him. Clenching his muscles around the meat roused sonorous growls from the demon riding him. “Angelus! More!” The vampire growled again and obliged him, pumping harder and faster.
The sex flush was riding over William’s back and mounting to his face. Angelus couldn’t see his features from behind but he could hear the maddened rush of his blood and frenetic heartbeat. William’s harsh moans were a delicious music in the vampire’s ears. The fair hair spilling over the shoulders, the narrow waist in his grip, the hot, tight little arse that spasmed around his cock were almost enough to convince Angelus there was different blond underneath him. Almost.
The memory of her and the thought that he couldn’t free himself from her even now were enough to make Angelus savage. He closed his eyes and rammed William, causing the man to lose his balance and topple to the bed.
William knew something was wrong. He sensed the anger coursing through his Sire but couldn’t fathom the cause. Was it something he’d done?
The next moment Angelus plunged into him again and his brief worry flew out of his head. The icy hands pressed against his knees and squeezed him into the mattress as his legs were forced into a frog-legged position. William’s thighs began to sing with the discomfort but it was an agony laced with pleasure as the altered position deepened the thrusts.
His own cock was getting ground into the bed sheets and he couldn’t touch it because of the heavier weight on his back but it didn’t matter. “Dear heaven, yes Angelus yes. That’s it. I want it. More, please!” The words spilled in a constant stream and he shuddered as another long push speared him. Angelus rode him, his breath being squeezed out at every solid move, the meaty balls beating the bottom of his rounded cheeks.
The heavy body reared off him and William felt the cold hands flatten out on his shoulderblades as the massive cock jerked inside him. Cold cum splashed William’s rectum and he moaned in frustration. He hadn’t cum and his own cock was a-throb with the ache.
The next moment, Angelus collapsed on top of him. “Buffy,” he whispered.
The body beneath his stiffened ever so slightly. Had Angelus said what he thought he had? He had merely human hearing now but he was certain that was Buffy’s name the vampire had called in the throes of post-coital ecstasy. Yet he knew better than to mention it. The Angelus in Sunnydale he remembered had been driven mad out of denied love for the Slayer; he would be enraged if William brought it up now.
Angelus growled deep in his throat as he realized his blunder. That stinking soul had done this to him. He didn’t love Buffy and he was damned if he was going to let his former Childe think otherwise. He pulled out of William and yanked him roughly off the bed.
The mortal was seized with trepidation. The anger he’d sensed earlier had returned; Angelus was incensed and he would take it out on his hide. The vampire dragged his captive into another room and William’s panic turned to terror.
He knew this room. Angelus had had a few toys brought in to amuse Drusilla. The seer was a glutton for pain and used to beg Angelus to hurt her. It was very much a part of the madwoman’s foreplay and she had reveled in it. Spike had never been able to match the vampire’s skill and passion for this particular type of game; no wonder she threw him over once her Daddy came back.
He couldn’t hold back a whimper as Angelus forcibly fastened the manacles around his wrists. He had too much pride to beg, however. He could keep from doing that much. Besides, it wouldn’t do any good. Angelus was determined to have his way; pleading would only act as a spur.
He was spread-eagled, his arms stretched to the sides and over his head. The position had him facing the wall and he was silently grateful for that. He knew Angelus could smell his fear and hear his wildly pounding heart. The demon didn’t have to see the terror-stricken look on his face as well.
He felt one large hand caressing his buttocks. He stiffened in surprise but he couldn’t help the rush of pleasure that went through him when those fingers stroked and pinched his twitching bum. Then the hand was removed. There was a sharp “crack!” as a lean object whipped across his flesh and William yelped before he could stop himself.
Angelus laughed, rubbing his stinging bottom once more. “Being human’s a real bitch, isn’t it, Will? You used to be able to take a lot more than this without crying.”
The riding crop lashed across the tender underside of his cheeks and William bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out. But then Angelus would rub him and the coolness would be so soothing after the sting the mortal couldn’t resist pushing back into his hands.
Angelus varied the strength and direction of the strokes, taking William off guard each time. Now he placed a series of swipes on William’s upper back, now a few on his thighs. But he always returned to the quivering globes in front of him.
The stings were lessening somewhat. They no longer hurt; there was more of a mounting itch and flare of heat each time the crop descended onto his skin. Angelus sent one swift blow between William’s legs and the blond screamed as the warmth bloomed into his crotch. The vampire resumed stroking William’s erection and the mortal sobbed softly as he arched forward into that insistent grasp.
He knew this part of the game, knew it well. Angelus had taught him to endure pain, to crave it, since it usually led to mind-blowing ecstasy. He was being trained all over again and he was as helpless now as he was 120-odd years ago when he first fell into his Sire’s hands.
He was thrusting shamelessly now, moaning with each well-placed blow. His back and bum were on fire and the heated blood was beating in the fist ruthlessly tugging at his length. Then the fingers tightened around his cock until it nearly hurt.
“Hang on, William. It gets rougher from here on in,” Angelus whispered and William’s terror returned in force. He twisted futilely in his chains and shuddered as the cool tip of the other’s manhood was placed against his rectum.
The vampire slid into him in one vicious move. Even knowing what was coming, a gasp burst from the captive mortal. The demon pushed up hard, grunting in time with his thrusts, and William let his head fall back onto a solid shoulder behind as those deep growls vibrated against his back.
Because of the brunette’s greater height, every slide upward served to lift William right off his feet. Suspended between the chains and the cock lancing him, he didn’t need to move at all. He was powerless flesh in the demon’s hands and the vampire knew it. His slick passage clutched and flexed around the thick meat striving to become a part of him and he sobbed from denied pleasure with every rub of his prostate.
If he could hold out long enough, the vampire might tire of his play and release him. But that was a faint hope. He was up against immortal stamina; he would die of exhaustion long before Angelus wearied of whatever games he had planned.
The vampire gave one last sonorous growl and once again William felt the splash of cold semen. But Angelus had the mortal cock in one unyielding grip. He wouldn’t let him cum and the blood pooling in his groin was an agony. Tears rose unbidden in William’s eyes. The brunette apparently had no intention of allowing him release and he wondered how long he was meant to suffer.
He sagged in his chains as the vampire stood silently behind him for a moment. Then the cold cock slipped from between his cheeks and the mortal let out a small, disappointed sigh. The vampire stepped away without another word and William twisted around, trying in vain to see his face. Was the demon going to leave him strung up like this all night? It wouldn’t kill him but the strain on his upper arms would be incredible. It would cause real agony if he were kept like this indefinitely.
He heard the sound of bare feet returning and cursed his loss of vampire hearing. What had Angelus been doing in the other room? His eyes met the demon’s and he was stunned by the impassivity in their depths. It was as if the sex they’d just experienced meant nothing to the vampire. William’s heart twisted inside him even as the manacles were unlocked.
When he staggered, the demon tried to steady him. But the blond pushed him away. “I don’t require your assistance. I’m perfectly capable of walking.” Angelus laughed at the haughty tone in his voice and he clenched his jaw in order to bite back a retort.
But the vampire leaned down and scooped him up in one fluid move. He clutched William’s struggling frame tightly and hauled him back to the bedroom. William was confused all over again. At first glance the room appeared unaltered. Then he glanced at the bed.
The upper sheet had been changed. In place of the silky smooth cover, there was an intricately embroidered quilt. It was beautiful in its elaborate detail of flowers, birds and predatory beasts; Angelus had always liked to surround himself with the trappings of fine luxury. But what was the point of this?
The demon threw him on the bed and now William understood the purpose of the changed linen. The heavy needlework was not meant to be next to tender human skin. The welts from the crop, momentarily forgotten, woke up and brought stings of pain with every rub against the rough stitching. The aggravated scratching from the embroidery translated to burning until his whole back was on fire. William tried to rise and the next moment Angelus’s massive weight pinned him to the cover.
Angelus grabbed William’s wrists, forced himself between the mortal’s legs and plunged into him again. Despite himself and the pain of his inflamed back and reddened buttocks, William couldn’t help but respond to the furious thrusts. Lean legs hooked around pale broad thighs, driving his hips up against the wider frame atop his. His back arched off the bed as the vampire rode him mercilessly. “Angelus. Please,” he whimpered. His prostate got a particularly prolonged rub and his eyes rolled up, his breath hitching in his throat.
He couldn’t fight Angelus at this. All he could do was ride out the storm until the soulless beast was willing to let him go. His own erection hadn’t lessened; he was still bitterly hard. With his hands pinned over his head in that inflexible grip, he couldn’t even touch himself to ease the torment.
Angelus played him expertly. Previous experience with his favorite Childe had made him intimate with all the trigger points on his body. Now he ran his nails down the quivering belly; then he scratched the aching nipples until his former Childe sighed and whimpered his name. He bit the juicy lower lip again, suckling at the tiny wound. And all the while his cock reamed the defenseless mortal’s snug passage.
Angelus decided he wasn’t going to deny himself any longer. The soft cries, incoherent pleas, the blue eyes that stared beseechingly into his, the heart banging against his chest called to him and reminded him of the mortal feast that still lay in wait. His face shifted and he lunged for William’s neck.
“ANGELLLLUSSSSS!” The teeth broke the surface and, as the vampire drank, the long-denied orgasm lifted William from the bed. All the fire descended to his cock and his spunk shot out in powerful spurts over their bellies. He came repeatedly, his anus clamping over and over again on Angelus’s manhood. The vampire grunted in pleasure as he continued to work his fangs in the gurgling wounds.
“Yes. Angelus. Don’t stop. Don’t…stop.” Why had he been afraid of the vampire’s bite? Had he forgotten the bliss, the rush and the heady delirium of the experience? A delicious, languid pull and William trembled, cumming again, his hips grinding against his demon Sire.
His head dropped back, openmouthed cries being wrung from his lips, as he offered up his blood. The prolonged antagonism between him and his dark-haired rival was swept away as he lost himself in the vampire’s embrace. Nothing mattered: not the nebulous future he’d meant to prevent, not their acrimonious past. Nothing but this. Another plunge of cock and fangs and he screamed, his consciousness torn from him.
William’s eyes struggled open. He lay on his side and his lips trembled in a moan of delight. Angelus was taking him from behind, their spooning position meaning he had to be careful not to dislodge the mortal. Thus the repeated penetrations were gentle, a touching contrast to the violence of their earlier couplings. The vampire pulled William more tightly against his front and fastened his fangs anew into the wounds on the blond’s neck.
This time he didn’t drink. He merely worked his teeth in and out, mimicking the rhythm of his cock. Shudders began spiraling through William’s body as the excitement built within him once more. “AngelusAngelusAngelustakemedontstopdontstopsweetHeaven,” he babbled. He arched, speared from both ends, and came again, warm semen spraying the sheets.
The vampire, however, didn’t stop his motions. God, he’d always been a relentless force in bed, requiring several changes of human partners or Darla’s equally insatiable attentions to wear him out. William closed his eyes and didn’t try to match his movements, contenting himself with being passively plowed.
Mmmm. William was still a sweet fuck, even after all these years. Angelus had debated whether to turn him again after having him a few more times in his human form. Human, William displayed a touching vulnerability and submission that appealed to his demonic heart. The scent of his fear and fluctuating rhythms of his heart were also welcome changes from cold, insensate vampire flesh.
But Spike had much longer staying power; he also had a higher pain threshold. Plus his mortal beauty would last forever. Yep, it looked as if Angelus would have to turn him after all. Just not yet. The gentle human William had a few advantages over his vampire alter ego. As a demon, Spike had mostly been a pain in the ass.
[But I was a pain in his often enough.] Angelus smirked and thrust harder, hearing the mortal’s breath rasp in his throat as he was taken aback by the quickened pace. He rotated his hips, reveling in the choked ecstatic moans from his bed partner. Then his preternaturally sharp hearing caught another sound. His eyes narrowed even as he continued his movements and a cruel smile flitted over his face, unseen by the mortal he held. He reached around between the little blond’s legs and began jacking him off in sync with his own thrusts.
“What has my darling boy done? Who’s taken my sweet William?” The singsong voice came from the front room accompanied by the swish of a floor-length gown.
William’s head shot up in alarm. “Drusilla? Oh god. Angelus, stop. Please!”
“Why, lad? It’s only Dru. She’s seen me with you often enough,” Angelus purred, tightening his grasp on William when the man tried to squirm away. He pistoned himself faster and felt the body shake in his arms.
“But…oh god…she’ll…be upset…you know…stop, no, don’t stop! You know what she’s like!” The final words emerged in a gasp as William struggled to escape even though his movements only caused him to rock back and forth between the twin delights holding him prisoner.
“Yes, I do,” Angelus replied. William’s terror and embarassment were just too cute. Maybe he’d keep him human after all. He raised his voice. “Dru, precious. We’re in here.”
William squealed in fright and tried to bury his head in the pillows as his dark princess wafted into the room. “Where is my boy? The stars told me he was snatched from me. Where’s my Spike?”
“Here…he is…Drusilla.” Angelus gave a final grunt as he came into the hot delicious arse. William gave a cracked moan and his hips bucked, human cum spilling over the soaked sheets.
Drusilla walked to the side of the bed and leaned towards him. The next moment she drew back, whimpering in confusion. “That’s not my Spike. Mean Daddy. You’ve taken him from me! Miss Edith, you didn’t say a word!” She scowled in the direction of her dollies and stamped her feet.
Angelus lay back against the pillows, perfectly at ease, as William scrambled to bury himself under the bed covers. This was ridiculous. He’d been the participant and orchestrater of thousands of orgies in his immortal existence. Why was he suddenly mortified at having Drusilla see him like this with Angelus?
No, he wasn’t embarrassed so much as frightened. Drusilla didn’t look pleased to see that he was merely human. There was a dangerous light in her eyes and her face flashed between her human and demon visage as if she couldn’t control it. She lunged towards him only to be caught in Angelus’s stronger grip.
“Ah, she’s in a bit of a temper, Will. Best make yourself scarce while she and I--chat about a few things.” Drusilla was now struggling and screeching like a cat, alternately trying to bite her brunette Sire’s arms and attack William. She only calmed down as Angelus began whispering about how he was going to tie her up and punish her--but only if she behaved.
In moments Drusilla was rubbing herself against her Daddy, cooing at the thought of being beaten and whipped, while William edged himself out of the door. Swaying a little on his feet and silently damning Angelus for biting him, he walked on unsteady legs towards the wardrobe. He couldn’t see any sign of his tweed attire but there were several of his familiar shirts in black and red along with his jeans and boots.
He had to get out of here and warn the others of Angelus’s plans. He would obviously get nowhere with the demon and, indeed, what could he say to him? “Hello, I’m from the future. Please heed my words and don’t try to destroy the world. Thanks ever so.” Yes, Angelus would be perfectly receptive to that. But the world outside was too perilous for him now that he was human. He’d be at the mercy of most of the demons in Sunnydale. He needed protection. He needed the Slayer.
Shrugging himself into one of his red shirts (and praying that it would make him look less threatening), he formulated a plan. He stepped outside the mansion and drew in his breath in awe.
It was morning. Somehow, he’d spent the entire night with Angelus. [Drusilla must have gotten in just before dawn. She was cutting it rather close to the mark.] He stepped out tentatively away from the shadows of the mansion and held out his hands, marveling at the rosy tendrils of light that played over them.
“William.” He turned back to see Angelus, now clothed with the dark silk shirt thrown carelessly over his torso and the familiar leather pants. The shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the strapping chest, and William was enraptured all over again by that powerful physique. Then he looked into the empty flat eyes and shuddered.
He’d had a narrow escape. He knew that. Either Angelus or Drusilla might have turned him last night and all at once he knew he didn’t want his vampire self back. The wonder of humanity was his again and he was not going to give it up. He stepped farther back into the protective sunlight.
“What are you going to do now, boy? It’s a harsh, dangerous world out there for humans. You know that as well as I do.” Angelus crossed his arms and leaned against the lintel as calmly as if dawn weren’t edging its way towards him.
“The question is, what are you going to do, Angelus?”
Dark eyes narrowed in puzzlement. “Me? What have I got to worry about?”
“I’m referring to the Slayer. You still love her, soul or no soul. I know it. You know it.”
Angelus growled in fury and William saw emotion in his eyes at last. “You’re lucky it’s daylight out, boy, or I’d smack that stupid idea out of you right now.”
“If you don’t love her, why can’t you kill her? You’ve had time and opportunity. You know how you truly feel about her. And I’d wager she loves you, too.” William watched the interplay of emotions as Angelus absorbed that news.
Then the coal eyes shuttered themselves again. “William, I don’t have your hang-ups. You were always the fool in love not me. And don’t forget you still have your mad girlfriend to worry about. I’ll keep her busy during the day. But if you’re still in Sunnydale when night falls then all bets are off.”
William didn’t flinch from the other’s malevolent gaze. “Don’t concern yourself with my welfare, Angelus. And don’t forget what I said. Don’t let yourself be driven to madness because of your feelings for Buffy. The situation might not be as hopeless as you think.”
He turned without another word and strode away. He had to see Buffy. He knew what Angelus had planned about Acathla and this time he wasn’t willing to let things get so far out of hand. He couldn’t go to her home. If this was 1998 then her mother was still alive and wouldn’t be inclined to let strangers into the house. He also had to find neutral ground so she wouldn’t stake him before he had a chance to speak to her. Where could he go?
He smiled in relief. He knew just the place. All he had to do was wait a few hours.

Queen Boadicea leaned back and let out a small sigh of satisfaction. “Mmmm. That went well. Now onto the next chapter: ‘The Red Speedo’ “

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The Adventures of William the Bloody