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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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William ran away from Xander, angrily wiping the tears from his eyes. What had he expected from the lad? That one short bout of sex would have him pleading eternal devotion? Why should he give a rap for the boy, anyway?
He tugged his zipper shut as he exited the steam room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Buffy standing by the doors. She looked around at his hasty exit but he shuffled away too quickly for her to get a clear view of him. There was nothing that screamed “vampire” to her and in the next moment he was dismissed as she turned her attention back to the swimmers’ room.
Obviously waiting for the Harris boy. I wish her joy of him. The bitter thought wouldn’t leave him and he pondered whether he should confront Buffy now, damn what Alexander thought. But such a meeting might antagonize the Slayer and he still needed her help.
He bit his lower lip while considering another member of Buffy’s group. Willow had always been a tad more than a little sympathetic to him; perhaps he might try appealing his case to her.
No, she and the boy were close. He couldn’t approach her without her running to Harris. There was no help for it. Going to one of Buffy’s friends singly was obviously a mistake. He would have to meet with them all and hope they would accept his help and judge him to be sincere. Then a thought struck him, one so obvious he could have slapped himself.
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Rupert Giles looked up as the library doors swung open. He had expected Buffy or one of her friends. Certainly none of the other students seemed inclined to use the library. Whenever he considered it, it did seem rather odd. But perhaps everybody was so accustomed to those blasted computers that hard copy was simply beneath their notice. “Hello? May I help you?”
William started at the measured voice and found himself facing the Watcher. There was an unexpected heaviness about his eyes and gait that hadn’t been there before and William was confused until he realized what it meant.
The gypsy woman—what was her name?—Jenny Calendar. Giles was mourning her. To this Rupert Giles, the memory of her death was still a fresh, raw wound. Would he be willing to help ensoul Angelus or would he want him dead like the Harris boy?
The librarian wondered what the young man wanted. He’d looked eager to talk then a wary expression had settled over his face. He coughed and drew the lad’s attention back. “Can I help you with something? Is there a book you wish to locate?”
“Um, I-I shouldn’t be here. This was a mistake.” He turned to leave and found his way blocked by the Watcher.
“Do I know you?” The librarian’s tone was curious, his eyes puzzled, as he tried to piece together where he’d seen this young man before. His accent was English, although rather upper class, so Giles was certain he would have remembered him. There simply weren’t too many Englishmen that he’d encountered on American soil. His clothes were also strangely damp as if he’d just come from showering.
“Uh, no. We’ve never met,” William mumbled. He kept his eyes on the floor as he tried to edge past the other man. Giles had stormed the factory to kill Angelus after he’d murdered Jenny. The Watcher’s attention had been entirely focused on the male brunette vampire that’d killed his love. He’d had no eyes for the vampire in the wheelchair and the mad Drusilla.
Giles’s hand shot out and he grasped the young man’s upper arm in an iron grip. “But I know you from somewhere, don’t I?” Giles couldn’t put his finger on it but this young man was hauntingly familiar. There was unease coupled with a faint sense of danger concerning him.
“No.” William struggled within himself. He desperately needed help. He couldn’t get any member of Buffy’s crew to aid him singly. It had to be all or nothing. He drew a deep breath and raised his head. “It’s like this, sir...”
Giles dropped his hand as if he’d been struck. “Good Lord. Spike.” The Watcher knew, just like that, and William wondered what had tipped him off. Then he saw the man’s gaze resting somewhere on his left brow. Oh, damnation. That scar was going to give him away every time. Why he had been restored to his humanity and yet left with this blatant reminder of his days as a vampire was puzzlement to William. Another mystery to be solved, no doubt.
He licked his lips and noticed the Watcher edging towards the weapons cabinet. “Please, before you decide to disembowel me with a sword, I must explain my current circumstances...”
Giles knew this creature wasn’t to be trusted. But he didn’t act like any vampire he’d ever met and certainly not like the arrogant, posturing monster he’d read about in the Watchers Diaries. Still, it paid to be cautious. “You won’t mind if I arm myself, will you? I’ve learned never to trust vampires.”
“I’m not...” He sagged in resignation. He probably had to expect this from all of Buffy’s friends.
Just as he was about to explain, the door swung open and Xander entered. He saw William and reddened in embarrassment. “Oh Giles, I see you’re busy. I’ll just, ah, leave and come back when you’re not so much with the customers. Only not customers since this is a library and not a bookstore.” Realizing he was babbling, he grinned feebly and turned to leave.
“Xander, get Buffy. I believe we have a situation here.” Giles had made it to the storeroom and pulled out a crossbow that he leveled at William.
“A-a situation?” The brunette Scooby’s eyes darted back and forth between Giles and William. Giles was on the point of shooting the young Englishman and Xander wanted to warn him that it wasn’t necessary without letting him know why it wasn’t necessary.
Naturally, Buffy chose this moment to come barging in. “Giles, I have to talk to you...” She stopped abruptly when she saw a stranger standing with Giles. “Uh, I have to talk to you about that book for that upcoming paper I’m doing for history class.”
Giles hadn’t relaxed his posture for a second. “Buffy, do you have any stakes?”
Was Giles insane? Why was he blabbing about her Slayer duties in front of this guy? “Huh? What are you talking about, Mr. Giles? Why would I be packing meat in the middle of the day? And why are you pointing an arrow at that guy?” She gave the blonde man a big smile that narrowed into a searching stare as she peered at the averted face. “Hey, don’t I know—?”
William sighed. “Yes, you do. Will everybody please sit down so I can explain this just the once and dispense with it?”
“Well, maybe we should wait until Willow and Cordelia are here?” Giles ventured.
Xander went pale. “No! I mean, we’ve got important news ourselves of the fishy kind and we have to tell it right away. It’s about the swim team. Remember them, Giles?”
“The swim team? Oh yes, the ten-foot tall monster. Any further developments?” Giles lowered the crossbow slightly, the blonde target momentarily forgotten.
“Giles! We have company,” Buffy gritted out, her eyes darting towards the stranger.
“It’s all right, Miss Summers. I’m perfectly aware of who you all are and what your calling is.” William turned around, facing Buffy fully for the first time. “You’re the Slayer and I’m—well, I was formerly known as Spike. I first encountered you during Parent/Teacher night and—”
He got no further because Buffy flew at him and punched him hard, sending him crashing into a library table. William hit the corner and fell to the floor, hissing at the additional pain to his already tenderized flesh.
“Buffy, wait!” Xander ran over to her and grabbed her arm.
Buffy wrenched herself out of his grip easily and yelled, “Xander, what are you doing? Giles, get to the weapons. I need a stake!”
“No, Buffy, you don’t understand! He’s human!”
“He’s—” Buffy did a double take. “Did you say human?” At Giles and Buffy’s incredulous stares, Xander realized he’d given himself away.
“Xander, how do you know he’s human? He hasn’t said anything about it to you,” Giles asked.
“Uh, well, it’s kinda obvious. He’s, he’s...” Looking about the room wildly he pointed towards the library windows. “It’s the middle of the day and he’s standing in sunlight. See?”
Buffy looked up, belatedly realizing the truth of Xander’s statement. “Oh. Right. But, wait, how is that possible? This is Spike we’re talking about here. When did he join the ranks of the living?”
William stood with difficulty, pressing his hand to his back. The pains from last night were catching up to him and, without vampire strength and stamina, Buffy’s assault hurt a lot more than normally. He groaned faintly and staggered into a seat. Xander moved closer and then stopped, remembering that Buffy and Giles were still present.
Buffy stood in front of William, clearly uncaring about his pain. She crossed her arms and glared. “Okay, you not-Spike. Spill it. What’s with the humanity all of a sudden?”
William flicked a glance at Xander, ignoring the Slayer for the moment. He didn’t understand why he’d thought Buffy so attractive. She was loud-mouthed, needlessly aggressive and not too bright. Xander’s reaction to him had been rather revealing but she’d totally missed the anxiety in the lad’s voice. That same lad however was studiously avoiding his glance and his heart clenched in his chest.
He gathered his thoughts and began, “Well, this has to do with the future and I’m not certain how much I should tell you about that. But one moment I was fighting against demons alongside all of you.” He ignored Buffy’s snort of disbelief. “The next moment I was in one of Sunnydale’s side streets and I was human. Naturally, I was rather confused at first and, when I could think clearly, I-I decided to find help. Not wanting to throw myself on the dubious mercy of ire,ire, it seemed more prudent to come to you for help. But I was afraid if I accosted any of you at night, you’d stake me first before ascertaining my true nature. So I hid out and prayed Angelus or some other demon wouldn’t find me...
“...and Angelus is going to get this demon cast in stone, a demon named Acathla, and use it to open the mouth to hell. All of this world will be sucked into it and every human will be subjected to unspeakable tortures.” William finished his summation and sat back in his chair. Of course, he’d left out a few things such as his sexual bouts with Angelus and with Xander. He could see the relief and gratitude on the young man’s face.
Sometime during the recital, a tall, skinny brunette and the bouncy Willow had come in and he’d had to begin again. He was delighted to see this Willow. She possessed all the sweetness of the woman he recalled from this time but with none of the shadows brought on by tussles with the dark side. All at once, he felt the strange need to protect her, to protect all these people, from the horrors of the future. But would that be really possible? They were living on a Hellmouth after all.
He recalled the brunette from the one time he’d encountered her in L.A. This was Cordelia before she got caught up with Angel and she was evidently just as acerbic now as she would be in the future. He frowned as she shrugged in dismissal of his news. “Okay. That’s really fascinating in a way that’s not. He’s human which doesn’t seem all that important and Angelus is going to get this stony Acanthus demon...”
“Acathla,” Giles corrected in an absent tone.
“Whatever. But that’s all in the future. We need to deal with the here and now—such as what this fish monster is that’s eating the finest swim team Sunnydale’s had in years.”
Buffy started. She’d been silent throughout most of William’s story. The revelation about Angelus’s plans had depressed her so much, she’d almost forgotten about her own news. “Actually, I’ve got good news and bad news about our walking fishmen. They’re not interested in eating Sunnydale’s future Olympic hopefuls.”
Cordelia perked up considerably. “They’re not! That’s great. I guess you didn’t need to run from that monster after all, Xander.”
“Hey! I told you, you would have run, too, if you’d seen it.”
Buffy ignored the familiar bickering. “The bad news is these monsters are Sunnydale’s contenders for Greg Louganis’s mantle.” She sketched in the scene in the locker room after Xander’s exit where the monster had appeared and poor Gage had torn off his own skin to change into one of the beasts.
“I-it was terrible, Giles. Here I was trying to save him and it was too late.” She sagged into a chair and Willow patted her hand in sympathy.
“Buffy, you couldn’t have known. None of us did.”
Giles mused, “That now begs the question: if the swimmers are being transformed into these creatures, who or what is responsible?”
“Well, they both slid into that drain super quick. So I’m thinking whatever’s causing the changes is also what’s making them such great swimmers while they’re still in their human form. So maybe we should talk to somebody who’s interested in seeing the team get ahead—no matter what.”
Xander stood up quickly. “I’ll go talk to the other members of the swim team. Maybe they know something.”
Giles nodded. “And Buffy and I’ll go talk to the coach. We’ll tell him about Gage’s unfortunate transformation.”
“How’ll you tell him?” Cordelia pointed out. “Gage has gone to the big blue sea like all the others. You can hardly say, ‘Hey, your boys have been turning into fishes!’ can you?”
Buffy grimaced and pulled a tattered piece of fabric out of her schoolbag. “I think this’ll convince him.” She plopped it down on the table.
Cordelia gagged, reeling from the stench. “Ugh, Buffy! What is that? Did you forget to wash out your gym suit or something?”
William leaned over, holding his breath, as he examined the unknown object. Turning pale, he stepped back as he discerned the frayed fragments of human hands and hair. “G-good Lord. Is that the remains...?”
“Of poor Gage? Yeah, you bet. I think we can convince the coach with this, don’t you, Giles?”
Giles wrinkled his nose as he cautiously prodded the boy’s skin. “I don’t think we’ll have any problems on that score.”
“Good, I want to get to the bottom of this. It’s bad enough I’m dating the lame, unpopular guy. I don’t want to be dating one who’s going to need his very own aquarium.” Cordelia stepped away from the hollowed-out carcass on the table, shuddering in exaggerated distaste.
“Thanks a lot, Cordelia. Nice to know you’ve got my welfare at heart,” Xander snapped bitterly.
Dating? William’s eyes flitted between Alexander and Cordelia. Alex was courting this female? In a moment, all his hopes vanished. No wonder the boy had rejected him. He was with someone else. Well, why shouldn’t he be, so stalwart, manly and handsome as he was?
William stood, almost immediately regretting the motion. The briny odor emanating from the ripped-off skin was overpowering. That plus the welts on his back, the emotional turmoil brought on by dealing with his Sire—former Sire!] and Alexander, his hunger and his newfound humanity were too much stimuli for him. He swayed and then fainted dead away.
Buffy stared at the crumpled human on the library floor. “Oh wow. He really has changed, hasn’t he?”
Giles brought some water from his office and dabbed a handkerchief with it. He dabbed at the young man’s face until William’s eyes fluttered. He raised his head slightly and allowed Xander to help him to a chair. He murmured shamefully, “I’m ever so sorry. The past night and this morning have been rather distressing for me. I’m sorry to inconvenience you all.”
This time Xander allowed himself to touch William on the back. “That’s okay. You’ve been through a lot and to have Scooby business on top of that...well, that’d be enough to give anybody the wiggins.”
“Thank you, Alexander,” William said. The urge to lean into Alexander’s arm and make this a proper embrace was overpowering. But the boy’s friends were near and he couldn’t embarrass him that way. After an agonizing moment, he leaned away as nonchalantly as he could and slid into a chair. Willow brought another paper cup filled with water to him and he smiled gratefully at her.
“Right. You guys get to class. Giles and I will go talk to the coach.”
Buffy turned to leave and Xander called after her. “Buffy, wait! What do we do about William?”
“Huh?” She re-focused on William, looking as if she’d forgotten him already. “What do you mean, what do we do about him?”
“Well, he can’t stay in the school and he’s got no home.”
Buffy shrugged. “Why can’t he go back to Angelus?”
Xander couldn’t believe her. Was she insane? “Buffy, didn’t you hear what he said earlier? He’s lucky he didn’t run into Angelus or Drusilla last night! If he goes to them, they’ll probably turn him.”
“And he doesn’t want that?” Buffy asked, her eyebrows raised. “I thought William the Bloody liked being all demony especially since he got to kill Slayers.”
William glared at her. Really, the girl was quite crass at times. “William the Bloody may have liked being a ruthless killer. But I don’t. I don’t know how or why humanity was granted to me this second time but I will not knowingly throw away this blessing. I won’t go back to Angelus.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Fine. Then where are you gonna stay?”
Ah. He hadn’t considered this problem. “I-I really don’t know. I’ve no true friends here in Sunnydale.”
“You could stay with one of us,” Willow blurted out. Then she thought about that. “O-only you can’t stay with me on account of my parents would think it’s strange that I’m bringing home a boy who isn’t Oz.”
“You can’t stay with me!” Buffy glared. “And it’s not because I still think of you as ‘demon’ but because Mom is still pretty wigged about my having been with Angel and bringing home another boy so soon after that is not gonna win any points with her.”
“I-I’d lo-like for you to stay with me, William. But my home life? Not the sort of thing you want to get involved in. And, by that I mean, staying in a nest of about-to-hatch Bezoar eggs would be a heck of a lot more fun,” Xander chimed in.
“Oh no! Don’t look at me,” Cordelia sniffed. “I’m still recovering from that fiasco with that stalker Swede from the exchange student nightmare. That guy just wouldn’t leave me alone and Daddy put his foot down. No more foreigners in the house unless they’re the help.”
Giles sighed and began polishing his glasses. “And by process of elimination I suppose that makes me the only qualified party. Capital.” He replaced his glasses and looked at William, noting the glazed sheen of his face and faint shaking of his body. The man looked truly ill and he wondered what exactly had been responsible for it. It couldn’t just be his humanity and the admittedly piscine odor, could it? What was William not telling them? He replaced his glasses and spoke gently to the youth. “You may stay here until the final bell rings.”
“Oh.” William shifted and looked about the room. He was certain he could amuse himself for hours with all the reading material available. But the thought of spending the time penned up inside this small space made him rather anxious; time with Angelus had bred a momentary sense of claustrophobia. “Mayn’t I simply...wander the halls? I would probably just be taken for another scholar.”
Willow replied, “That would be a great idea. But, see, we’ve got this principal who’s a bit of a toad and, if he saw a student he didn’t recognize, he’d corner you and ask all sorts of awkwardy questions.”
“Yeah, and once he heard that accent he might think you’re a foreign exchange student, only he’d know you’re not because we stopped the foreign exchange student dealie,” Buffy continued.
“And not a moment too soon,” Xander muttered, remembering Ampata.
“So he might have you ejected from the school premises or even arrested,” Giles finished.
“I-I see your point. Will you be here the entire time?” William asked Giles timidly.
“After we deal with that coach, yes. Buffy frequently needs to check in with me; I would hardly be anywhere else.” A shadow crossed his face and uncomfortable silence descended.
Buffy gathered up the Gage-skin, much to everybody’s relief, and bundled it into a small sack Giles produced from the weapons room. Then they all left. Xander looked as if he wished to say something but then departed without another word.
William sat quietly by the table. It was rather lonely without the others and he realized how much the vampire Spike had appreciated the company of Buffy’s friends even though he would have had his fangs ripped out rather than say so. He wandered over to one of the library stacks and picked out a book at random and began reading.
Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to speak to Alexander. Even if the interlude in the steam room meant nothing to the boy, William had to tell him—tell him what? His own feelings were far from sorted. Yet he had to admit his yearning towards the boy meant more to him that the mere satiation of lust. He had cherished a yen for him for quite some time; his feelings for Angelus, Drusilla and Buffy were nothing by comparison.
Oh botheration. Why was he even entertaining these thoughts? Xander was patently uninterested in him. But then why had he given in so easily? It hadn’t felt like a forced seduction, such as what Angelus had pressed upon him. He tried once more to read and abandoned the effort when he realized he’d been perusing the same page for several minutes without absorbing a word that was on it.
Then Xander burst into the room. “Giles? Giles! We gotta talk! I’m in serious trouble here!” He looked around wildly and spotted William. “Hey, has Giles come back?”
William stood and took a deep breath. Perhaps his opportunity to accost Xander had come sooner than expected. “No, he hasn’t. Alexander, we must—”
Giles, Buffy, Willow and Cordelia entered seconds later and William inwardly cursed his bad luck. Buffy sank into a library chair and sighed in annoyance at her lack of success. “No joy on our end. Coach Marin says he’s pleased as punch over the boys’ big improvements but that he’s been afraid to ask questions. So he doesn’t know squat about steroids. Why don’t I believe him?” Buffy mused.
“That’s because he’s probably got something to do with it!” Xander cried. “The guys have been getting the steroid mix in the steam and, unless one of them is playing mad doctor in his spare time, somebody else has got to be feeding them the magic juice.” He began pacing up and down, frantically scrubbing at his skin as if to wash off invisible germs.
Xander had been exposed to whatever had killed that boy in the steam? And he had been exposed as well. William could feel a return of the faintness that had attacked him earlier.
“The steam? Well, that’s something I wouldn’t have thought of,” Giles mused.
“Of course you wouldn’t. You’re not insane!” Xander glared at no one in particular and continued rubbing at his flesh.
Willow chided her friend. “Xander, if you keep clawing yourself like that, you’re going to reach bone.”
Xander stopped as Giles attempted to reassure him. “Xander, there’s no need to perturb yourself unduly. I’m certain this transformation probably requires repeated exposure otherwise these unfortunate young men would have all changed at once. One turn in the steam couldn’t have affected you that much.” Noting the dark-haired boy’s furtive look, he arched his eyebrows. “Two?”
Xander still didn’t answer. “Three?” Buffy asked.
At his guilty look, Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Whoa, Xander. You must have a real thing for being among sweaty, naked guys.”
Xander turned beet red and bolted up. “Look, less chatter, more antidote! We need to find one before I sprout gills. Come on, people, the clock is ticking!”
“W-well, I’ll have the rest of the swim team rounded up. I’ll tell them it’s a quarantine until we can find the antidote that will halt or reverse this process.”
“And I’ll talk to Nurse Greenleigh. She’s in charge of school physical records. She’s got to have noticed something’s off with these guys,” Willow added.
Buffy sighed as she thought about the latest twist in the madness that was Sunnydale. Bad enough she had to deal with the ordinary monsters of the Hellmouth without the civilians making their own versions. “And I’ll go give Coach Marin a nice little chat. Somehow I doubt all he’s been giving these boys is inspiration.”
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Giles herded the boys into the miniature enclosure. It was a bit of tight squeeze and he wasn’t certain his talk of a possible epidemic had been that convincing. But the recent disappearances of their teammates had apparently led the young men to believe that something wasn’t quite cricket.
“That’s everybody accounted for except Sean,” Willow told him.
Xander stood up abruptly. His fidgeting hadn’t lessened appreciably and he was antsy for constructive action before he jumped out of his skin—or tore his way out. “Right. I’ll go get him.”
“Let me accompany you, Alexander,” William volunteered.
At the request, Xander panicked. He shook his head almost frantically. “Hell no! I mean, I’d rather go with Cordelia, if it’s all the same.”
“Ick. I’ll pass, thank you,” Cordelia sniffed. “You think I want to be around if Sean has joined the fish-of-the-day menu?”
William bestowed a grateful smile on her and walked out of the library while Xander followed with the air of a doomed man.
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In spite of William’s persistent desire to talk, Xander wouldn’t answer him. Nor would the lad allow him to enter the steamroom. “Look, William, we’re just lucky Buffy or somebody else didn’t walk in on us while we were...”
“Yes. Quite.” William flushed and stood quietly while Xander fidgeted, obviously trying to recover his poise.
“It’s just...I c-can’t deal with this kinda thing right now. There’s Cordelia and, well, Cordelia.” He gulped and continued. “You’re not a member of—the swim team so I won’t be able to explain what you’re doing here. Just stay put until I come back, all right?”
He simply couldn’t resist that pleading brown-eyed gaze. “Very well.” He sighed and turned away. He knew what Alexander had been about to say. He wasn’t a member of the Scooby gang. He’d never really become one in spite of all his attempts to fit in. Perhaps this was all for the best. Alexander was still a young man, unsure of his own mind. He had a life, a family, friends and a lover. Who was William to disrupt all that simply because of his own feelings?
Hearing a splash from the pool, William moved closer and then stood stock still in horror. Swimming through the chlorinated water was a large, gray-skinned beast. Alexander had shed his skin, becoming a brother to the other afflicted transformed swimmers.
“Oh, Alexander,” he whispered, tears stinging his eyes. He walked by the pool, keeping pace with the creature as it swam effortlessly through the fluid. “I’m so sorry. I never got the chance to tell you how I truly feel about you. You don’t know any of this but you and I became close in the future. I got to know you—your strength, your heart, your courage and loyalty. All those nights when I saw you walking half-naked in that sordid basement, it was all I could do to keep from pouncing on you and having my wicked way with you. You were so handsome and delightfully formed. You aroused me like few had ever done. But you hated me and I couldn’t pretend to feel anything but loathing for you. You were teamed with my natural enemy. What else could I do?”
He swallowed hard and eyed the monstrous form floating in the water. He couldn’t tell how much, if any, of his speech Alexander understood. He just had to hope he could hear.
“But when we coupled less than an hour ago, it was like a dream come true for me. All the lusts and fixations I’d known paled by comparison with that tenderness and passion you graced me with. It was an exquisite hour for me, Alexander, one I shall never forget. And I wish you to know I will not abandon you in your hour of need.” He sank to his knees and extended a hand towards the water. “I—.”
Unnoticed, Xander appeared by the kneeling blond. “Uh, William? That’s not me.”
William glanced at him, startled, and then shrieked as the altered Sean surged up towards them both, snarling and snapping his jaws.
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Giles was surprised to see both men come storming into the library again so soon after their departure. “Ah, Xander, William. You’re back. Any sign of Sean?”
“He was in the pool skinless dipping,” Xander replied. He seemed unaware that his hand was on William’s back, steadying the shaken former vampire. He waved at his teammates, now becoming distinctly disgruntled at being locked up. “By the way, where’s Buffy?”
“You haven’t seen her? She hasn’t returned from her confrontation with Coach Marin.”
The two boys looked at each other. With silent accord, they went looking for the missing Slayer.
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In the dimly lit basement, Xander and William could see Coach Marin but there was no sign of Buffy. “I’m betting that open trapdoor in the floor doesn’t lead to Wonderland,” Xander whispered. “I’m going to talk to him. You see if you can spot Buffy.” He stepped in front of the coach. Keeping an eye on the man’s hands, he asked casually, “Hey, coach. I’m looking for Buffy. Have you seen her around?”
The coach didn’t answer. But he lunged for the gun on the barrel behind Xander. William darted forward and snatched it out of his reach only to lose his hold on it as the coach knocked Xander into him. The man’s athletic days may have been far behind him, but the coach was burly and outweighed Xander by several pounds. He struggled violently in his grip until Xander slugged him hard on the jaw.
The coach was dazed by the blow but far from unconscious. William was going to help him subdue the man when he heard the splashes and yells from below. “William! Help Buffy! I think she’s down there!” Xander yelled.
William gazed into the inky darkness and saw the small girl struggling with several barely glimpsed figures. By the grunts and snarls, it appeared that Buffy was holding her own but the odds were decidedly against her. He extended his hand as she came to the surface again. “Buffy! Grab my hand!”
She hesitated when she saw him. Then Coach Marin appeared over his shoulder with a lead pipe and Buffy yelled, “Look out!”
William twisted and ducked out of the way at the last instant and the coach slipped on the wet floor and tumbled over his prone body into the enclosure. He landed with a splash next to Buffy just as she leapt up and grabbed for William’s hands.
The former vampire hauled her up as Xander staggered to their side, holding his hand to his bleeding forehead. “Alexander, are you all right?” William asked worriedly.
“Just great except for the imminent concussion. What’d I miss?”
Buffy looked down into the churning water as the coach was pulled under by the rabid boys he’d once nurtured. “Marin got marinated.”
Xander peeked over her shoulder and drew back with a shudder. “Wow. Those boys really loved their coach.”
Buffy and William took Xander by the arms until he shook them off, insisting he could walk. Watching him sway back and forth caused William to grasp him around the shoulders again and he paid no attention to the brunette boy’s feeble protests.
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The rest of the swimming team was taken care of, Buffy dried off (although she complained that she would require more washing to get the smell of fish out of her hair) and Xander’s injury was tended. William would have liked nothing more than to accompany him home but the boy was adamant in going alone.
That left Giles with William on his hands. The drive to his home was made in comparative silence and for the first time since his ordeal began, William actually felt himself relaxing. The Watcher was studying him out of the corner of his eye but he spoke little and concentrated mainly on his driving.
Having seen to it that William got a shower and dressed in some of his clothes, although they were terribly big on him, Giles sat the boy down and prepared a cup of tea for him while he set about fixing a more substantial meal. It was gratifying to share his personal tastes with the former vampire. It was something he could never do with Buffy and her friends.
Giles eyed the blond surreptitiously while pottering about the kitchen until William set down his teacup with a sigh. “Very well. Out with it.”
The Watcher was startled by the abrupt command. “E-excuse me? Out with what?”
“You have questions for me, yes? Well, I won’t know unless you ask me, will I?” The boy sat back against the couch and waited patiently.
Setting plates on the table allowed Giles to regroup while he considered his opening query. “Ah, yes. W-well, I was wondering how you became a vampire.”
The boy’s eyebrows shot up. “Goodness, you believe in asking the hard questions, don’t you?”
“If you’d rather not discuss it...”
“I’d rather not,” William muttered. “It was a deeply stressful period of my life and a very personal moment. I-I don’t really want to relive it. Let me merely state I’d just suffered a crushing disappointment and leave it at that.”
He took a shaking breath and clasped his hands together tightly. God, you’d think after 120-odd years, the pain of that night would have lessened. Still, it certainly wasn’t as sharp as it had been. The shame, humiliation and broken dreams of love and family had met with an abrupt end when he traded his humanity for the existence of bloodshed and terror that Drusilla offered. He just wasn’t sure if he was grateful or regretful.
“What kind of disappointment would be enough for you to give up your life?” Giles queried, his voice breaking in on William’s thoughts.
William retorted, “Did I say I gave up my life?”
“No, but you didn’t have to. If you’d been attacked and turned against your will, as so many others have, you would have said so. You wouldn’t have mentioned anything about stress or the personal. You also spoke of disappointment and that indicated that an event so traumatic, you were willing to throw your life away.”
Damn, the man was truly perceptive. He wondered why he’d never noticed that about Giles before. But he wasn’t willing to share that part of his past so he merely crossed his arms and let the silence drag out. Giles noted the bent head and tense posture and then dismissed the query. “Very well. I’ll respect your wishes. But the future—that deeply concerns me since it affects Buffy. You mentioned that the town collapsed into a crater?”
“Like the Grand Canyon. It is quite impressive. I imagine the authorities had a ripping time trying to describe the natural disaster responsible for that occurrence.” He attempted a smile only to have it fade as he saw Giles’s grave expression.
The librarian gestured for him to take his place at the table and William sat quietly. He bent his head for grace and looked up to meet the other Englishman’s gaze. Seeing the blonde’s silent puzzlement, Giles said, “You must forgive me. To see you praying—needless to say, it’s a bit of a surprise. This transition of yours is going to require some adjustment on everybody’s parts.” He paused for a moment while he chewed his pasta. “So the town is destroyed. That’s a terrible tragedy. What can we do to prevent it?”
“Well, it comes about as a direct result of our fight against the First. Unless we find some way to keep it from mustering its forces on this plane of existence, Sunnydale will fall. I’m not sure how that future can be prevented.”
“And where does Angelus fit into all this?” The query seemed a casual one but William didn’t miss the steely glint in Giles’s eyes.
He busied himself with his food while he attempted to think. The Watcher was a really excellent cook. He should have tried more human food than Weetabix in his blood while he was a prisoner in the man’s home.
He glanced at the other Englishman and noted the quiet power in his movements, the calm, assurance and inner strength that came with maturity and was so lacking in any of the others of Buffy’s group. Even the Alexander of the future that he knew didn’t have the sense of power coupled with restraint that this man exuded. That the Watcher was quite handsome was an added benefit as well.
William blushed and choked on a morsel of meatball as he inwardly reeled at his last thought. Goodness, was he doomed to become attracted to every male he met now that he was human?
His distress wasn’t lost on the other man. “Is something wrong? Is the food too hot?”
Waving a hand wildly in his direction, William forced the food down. “N-no,” he choked out. He thumped his chest until the food went to its proper position. “The food is excellent. My compliments to the cook.”
“You’re quite welcome,” Giles replied. “Now, about Angelus—”
“He was defeated by Buffy. Quite handily, as I recall. However, I understand that he was sent to hell—with his soul intact. It was a terrible punishment for Angel since he was absent when Angelus was on his rampages. It is one thing to make Angelus suffer for his crimes. It is quite another to punish his innocent soul.”
The expression on Giles’s face had become stonier with each passing word. “I really can’t say that I care one whit about his precious soul at the moment.”
William opened his mouth to speak and then looked down at the floor. He couldn’t begin to convey the confused and complex nature of his relationship with his Sire to this man. He could only plead for understanding. “I know Angelus has committed heinous deeds. T-that is the sort of monster he is and, believe me, when I was a vampire I was no better. If you would penalize his soul for the actions he committed as a soulless beast, you may as well punish me in like fashion.”
Giles blinked and a trace of uncertainty appeared on his face. “W-well, that’s quite different. You’re human now.”
“With a soul. Yet many human beings with souls commit atrocities as vile or worse than Angelus. Should that be exoneration? Should my human soul be a defense against the horrors I perpetrated as a vampire? Why for me and not Angel?”
There was a lengthy silence as Giles pondered the question. Then he heaved a deep sigh as he murmured, “You know what personal offence Angelus has committed against me.”
“Yes. I know how badly he hurt you. There’s nothing I can say to justify his actions nor would I attempt to do so. Had I known his plan, I would have argued strenuously against the course of action he took with Miss Calendar. Not because of you,” he added hastily. “I confess I didn’t see you as the great danger. I thought that striking at a member of Buffy’s group was a certain way to incur her wrath.” He paused and added softly, “You were magnificent, by the way. I honestly thought Angelus had seen his last sunset when you attacked him in the factory.”
At these final words Giles blinked in surprise. “I have to confess I didn’t pay much attention to you. Drusilla and a crippled vampire didn’t seem all that important a threat.”
“No, I imagine not. And you had other things on your mind. If it’s any consolation, I thoroughly understand your feelings. Angelus hasn’t been thinking too clearly since his, his, amorous encounter with Buffy and he’s been making a lot of foolish mistakes. I should know…I’ve made some of those mistakes with Drusilla.”
Giles’s lips twitched. Amorous encounter? Goodness, only an adult—only an English adult—would couch it in such delicate words. Buffy would either get silent and/or blush, Willow would babble and Cordelia would say something crass about getting ‘groiny.’ I might actually be able to have grownup discussions for a change. Then the rest of what William said penetrated and he frowned. “Are you trying to suggest that Angelus is in love with Buffy? Because his actions indicate otherwise. Besides, he’s a soulless beast. He can’t love.”
“I beg to differ. I was madly in love with Drusilla. Before my time with them, Angelus and Darla ran with a vampire couple called James and Elizabeth who were devoted to each other. It is possible for soulless beasts, as you call them, to love, Mr. Giles. Don’t doubt it.”
“I’m sure you express wild, brutal obsessions with each other but it can’t be love,” Giles protested.
William set down his fork. “Love means many things to different people, Mr. Giles. But when two people exist for each other, when they make each other their entire world, when they’d do anything for the other person—whether this affection is expressed in tenderness or cutthroat violence—we can call it love. And Drusilla and I ran together for 120-odd years, longer than most human governments. If that’s not love, what is?”
Giles wasn’t convinced. “Yet she evidently prefers her Sire over you. And you said just now that you were in love with her. Past tense. Have your feelings somehow changed?”
This was treading near dangerous ground but William was determined to prevent the Watcher from getting too close to the truth. “Angelus may have been my Sire. But Drusilla wanted me for herself. She picked me out when everyone else in my circle thought I was worthless. She was my princess; I was her knight. She thought the world of me and I of her. She doesn’t prefer Angelus so much she prefers the things he can—do for her. It’s sort of like a woman who might be with one man because she loves him and offers herself to another because he gives her money. I understood that and I wasn’t jealous.” Not by much, anyway.
“I-I see.” Giles resumed eating his food but William could tell he was far from satisfied. His suspicion was borne out when the green-eyed Englishman continued. “But you haven’t explained about your current feelings for Drusilla.”
“I…it’s hard to explain. Most of what I felt for her was typical vampire bloodlust. We did things together you couldn’t begin to imagine.”
The Watcher’s tone was suitably dry. “I don’t have to imagine. The Watchers Diaries are quite explicit on some of your more memorable exploits.”
“Oh. Yes, of course.” William swallowed uncomfortably and stammered. “A-ah, but you s-see that’s all changed now. I’m human and I’m appalled at the things I did, we did, with each other. The atrocities, the bloodshed, the torture…being with Drusilla now would be horrific.”
His voice trailed away and he grew pale as the ugly memory of his first Slayer kill swam to the surface. The vision of his merciless killing of that young girl caused his stomach to churn. How old had she been? Sixteen? Fifteen? He had gloated to Drusilla about Slayer blood being an aphrodisiac and then they’d coupled ferociously near her lifeless body, smearing her blood between their faces. He dropped his fork with a clatter onto his plate; suddenly he was no longer hungry.
Giles saw his haunted appearance and wondered what was troubling him now. However, he didn’t press him for the details. “If you’re quite finished with your supper, you can retire. Let me show you the bed.”
“No, I refuse to put you out that way, sir. You’ve been more than kind to me, all things considered. I can always take the sofa.”
“You’re the guest.”
“Guests would usually be given a guest bed not the host’s,” William replied stubbornly.
“But since there isn’t a guest bed, I insist you take mine.”
William crossed his arms, a gesture so reminiscent of his Slayer Giles couldn’t resist a smile. “Now see here, I will not take the bed of my host. Besides, you appear to be rather tall. I doubt a small, cramped sofa would be comfortable.” He swept Giles from head to foot with a meaningful gaze and then flushed at his own brazen scrutiny.
He ran to the couch and sat primly on the cushions, legs crossed, as if staking his claim to the space. Shaking his head at the defiant gaze from the blue eyes, Giles conceded defeat. “If you’re so insistent, very well. Would you care to watch the telly with me?”
William’s eyes lit up. “Is Eastenders on by any chance?”
Giles chuckled and picked up the remote. “In ten minutes.”
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The blanket was soft and warm. He really didn’t need it because of the Californian heat but he’d felt oddly naked sleeping without something on top of himself. Yet he couldn’t get comfortable. As the hours progressed, the sensation of unease grew stronger as if something or someone was tugging at him. The barely healed wound on his neck that he’d taken such pains to hide from Alexander and Giles flared up and itched with a vengeance. He rubbed at it harder and harder, biting his lip to ignore the attendant hunger rising through his body and coiling in his groin like a fist.
“William.” The sibilant noise came from outside and William stiffened. Who was there? Who was calling him?
“William.” The voice grew louder and more insistent as if approaching the house. Was it Drusilla? The murmur was low and gave no hint as to the sex. But the lust that had been surging higher caused his cock to harden and become a rigid protrusion in the loose pajama trousers Giles had provided. His hand strayed down to graze the suddenly throbbing flesh.
“I know you can hear me, boy.” Now he knew who the owner of the voice was and his heart began banging in terror. Somehow Angelus had managed to track him down. Was he alone or was Drusilla with him?
He closed his eyes and struggled to relax. Angelus couldn’t trespass; Giles would have made certain to make his home proof against the demon’s entry. Opening his eyes, his jaw clenched at the demon’s audacity. To come here to the house of the man he’d wrong showed how impudent the creature was. He was risking the Watcher’s wrath by this aggression yet clearly he was unconcerned.
“I thought you’d have come back to me by now, Spike. I’ve staked my claim on you. Have you forgotten how that works?”
Of course. By marking him in the throat, he had become Angelus’s mate, his human toy to fuck and feed from, and now the vampire was calling to him. The blond threw off the blanket, prepared to shout for Mr. Giles.
“You don’t want to do that, Spike.” The voice continued with eerie calm as if the brunette demon knew he had nothing to fear. “Open the door and come out. Or better yet, invite me in. We could have such fun, you, me and that Watcher. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”
God, the images that insinuating voice conjured up. The thought of the proper Englishman and the wild, uninhibited demon lurking outside working their collective ways on his willing flesh inflamed him. His swelling cock twitched and he groaned softly.
The voice continued, assurance evident in its lazy accents. “Let me in, Spike.”
“Not Spike,” he gritted out. “And I can’t let you in. I don’t live here.” It was a weak argument but it was all he had. He was speaking in a whisper, too. He should have been shouting, calling for the Watcher’s help. But the wound beating in his throat like a pulse and his manhood throbbing in unison were urging him to open the door and run out to his waiting Sire.
No! This demon wasn’t his Sire, not anymore, and William was no longer his to command. Fighting the compulsion to surrender, he walked, one agonizing step at a time, towards the stairs. Ignoring the suggestive words pouring from the demon, he climbed the stairs, desperately fastening his mind on the sleeping man above him. The call in his blood was getting stronger by the moment; in seconds he would turn and charge downstairs, unable to resist that pull.
He stood over the sleeping gentleman, trembling in every limb. [Buffy. I could call Buffy. She’ll be patrolling. She could be here in minutes.] He stared longingly at the phone lying near the Englishman. He reached towards it when he heard the man moan in his sleep.
“Jenny. Sweet Jenny. Don’t…leave…” The voice drifted off into an indistinct mumble and the Englishman in the bed turned over abruptly and flung his hand out. His fingers brushed William’s reaching arm and the blond shuddered from head to foot.
Damn Angelus with his sick, naughty ideas. He had caught a glimpse of Giles emerging from the shower earlier with the robe partially opened showing a portion of hairy, nicely muscled chest and the sight had been enticing indeed. Now the man’s touch had fanned the flames Angelus’s voice had stirred.
The long fingers slid along his arm and tightened slightly over his clenched fingers. “Jenny,” Giles sighed again and William’s heart smote him. This man was hurting and the beast outside was the cause. Angelus had in his terrible way marked them both and now they both were suffering.
Without thinking he slid in bed beside the moaning Watcher and wound his arms around him. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Giles.”
The Watcher held him close and rubbed against his form. “Mmmm, Jenny.”
It was then William felt his erection and he was immediately dismayed. Giles hadn’t been missing Jenny in his sleep. It was one of those dreams and William had become entangled in it. Oh dear. He tried withdrawing from Giles’s embrace but the Englishman’s arms tightened around him. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against William’s mouth and his rubbing became more pronounced.
It was too much for him to bear as the other Englishman’s cock bumped his. He’d already been in a state of high arousal and now the situation had become considerably worse—or better, depending on your point of view. Angelus’s voice continued to taunt and tease and William couldn’t resist. He began pulling open the Watcher’s top so he could rub against that furred chest he’d seen earlier.
The broad hand stroked him along his back and fingers moved into his trousers to caress and pinch his narrower buttocks. He moaned into Giles’s mouth and William’s hips moved forward to match the Watcher’s movements. The flames in his own body were licking higher. Either the vampire or the Watcher had to assuage his lust and he chose Giles.
No! You can’t do this! He’s your host. He trusts you. Rouse him and call the Slayer. She’ll handle Angelus.
I can’t! The feeling…so powerful! Another rub and both men moaned at once. Giles’s fingers curved into the space between his cheeks and William trembled, the delight at having his arsehole touched momentarily overcoming his senses.
Angelus growled angrily. William should have come out to meet him by now. What could be keeping him? He prowled around the house, peering through the lower windows. He could sense that William’s heartbeat had moved. He’d gone to the upper floor where the Watcher rested. Angelus cursed the lack of an adjacent tree that would let him climb and see what was happening on the upper floor.
He cocked his head as he listened harder. He couldn’t detect scents from outside the building; his sense of smell wasn’t that keen. But the rapid heartbeat of his former Childe had been joined by the Watcher’s. What were they doing together?
The slight Englishman gasped for air whenever the Watcher’s lips released him. Even in throes of sleep, the older man was a masterful kisser. William responded eagerly, opening his lips to the older man’s questing tongue. Their tongues met and sparred teasingly. Just when William thought he would pass out, the demanding mouth left his and nibbled along his jaw. It was distinctly odd to hear Jenny’s name breathed between kisses but William wasn’t going to complain. Then the mouth found the mark and pulled at it, the teeth brushing along the scabs.
William gave a choked scream and arched up, his spasm lifting them both from the bed. He clutched Giles along his back, shaking hard, his seed spurting from him to soak his trousers. Blast, he should have discarded those before getting into the bed.
The blond collapsed with wheezing breath and snuck a peek at the other. Had Giles been awakened by his paroxysm? No, the man continued, unaware, his hands pushing aside the top William was wearing. He sucked and nibbled at William’s nipples, using his tongue to rouse them to stony, rigid peaks. Slow wide circles were made over Will’s breasts by his fingers. “Jenny…so…lovely,” he whispered as he descended lower. His tongue darted into the quivering navel.
William had to stop this before Giles encountered something even his sleeping self wouldn’t be able to ignore. He grasped the man’s head and drew him up for another kiss. Their wet tongues met again, each flicking and teasing and William wondered whether the Watcher would be so skilled were he awake. Dismissing the question, he reached down and fondled the turgid cock that had been prodding him for the last several minutes.
Goodness, it was certainly a decent size, one to rival Angelus’s though it was difficult to tell by touch alone. If only it weren’t so accursedly dark. But he didn’t dare turn on the light and risk waking the man. He stroked with long firm squeezes through the cloth of Giles’s pajamas. The man mumbled, a garbled command that William couldn’t decipher, and began dreamily wriggling out of his trousers.
He mimicked the Watcher’s actions, suddenly on fire to have the man’s flesh touching his. William tried to soothe his guilty conscience about his actions. He’ll cum in the sheets and that will be all. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’ll be just a nocturnal emission…No, it can’t be! I’m still…I need…God, it’s like a fever. And Angelus is still out there.
It was true. He could still sense his presence because the ache in his throat hadn’t faded. If anything it was sharper than ever since Giles’s mouth returned to the mark again and again. It was almost as if the Watcher knew the passion that seized him every time the sensitive flesh was touched. A fervent, muffled cry forced its way from William’s lungs when the seeping tear was kissed again and his legs unconsciously parted while Giles nestled between them.
The warm cock as yet unseen prodded at his arsehole. He could still stop this, wriggle somehow from Giles’s embrace. It would be a risk; the Watcher would most assuredly awaken and then there would be such embarrassing explanations to be made. But Giles would understand once he knew about Angelus lurking in the vicinity and William’s unquenchable want for the demon’s body, his fangs. Wouldn’t he?
He didn’t want to leave. The lust gripping his body, Angelus’s presence and the Watcher’s own need conspired to overcome his conscience and in another moment the decision was taken out of his hands. The solid length pushed past the first ring of muscle, now well loosened by the vampire and Scooby’s attentions, and entered.
Low moans erupted from both men and William kicked off the trousers that still clung to his ankles to wind his legs around the wide clenching buttocks. Furred nipples tickled his like the finest sandpaper. Precum oozed from William’s manhood and plastered their bellies together, moist sucking noises mixing with the slide of the cock piercing him.
Legs slid and locked on the thighs moving over him while their bodies sought to meld together. The heavier frame crushed William into the mattress beneath, re-awakening the soreness from his back. Before, he’d tried to relieve the aches from Angelus’s ministrations. Now he submerged himself, fiercely drew on the pain and the bliss equally.
It would be easier to ignore Angelus if he participated to the fullest extent so he flexed his arse around the slippery cock. Hearing the pleased grunts from his bedmate made his heart sing. Knowing he brought as much pleasure to Giles as he was experiencing filled him with triumph. “Rupert,” he whispered.
William breathed hard, the susurration filling the room. His cock lay pulsing along his abdomen, squeezed between himself and the demanding Watcher. The ache was so great it was nearly unbearable. The stimuli from the Watcher’s voice, his kisses, his cock, the recollections from the demon outside were overwhelming. He would drown from the onslaught. He was drowning. A shift in Giles’s posture and a cry burst from him before he could stop it.
Whatever tenderness Giles might have possessed while awake was not present in sleep and he plowed William good and proper. Not that the lithe Englishman under him minded. The rougher he was, the better he drowned out Angelus’s persistent voice.
Angelus was furious. He could make out the whispers, cries, groans and pleas from the upper floor of the house and he wanted to break a window and crash the little party. But the de-invite spell was up and he had to content himself with calling to William.
“How does it feel, William? Is it hard and thick? Is it as good as you imagined? Imagine me instead, William, my cool body taking the space between your legs, my big cock filling you inside. You remember how it used to be, William? You remember those nights you begged for me to get you off and the hours I made you wait for it? My cock, my fangs, taking you to heights mere mortals could never match.”
The blonde mortal squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to shut out the voice mocking him with the erotic memories. “Ru-pert…more, please…make me…forget,” he choked out, panting and shaking at one particularly fierce thrust. The pubic hairs that reached from his belly scratched William’s cock until he thought he’d lose his mind from the delicious friction. The pace was almost brutal now as the unconscious Englishman rode him. The lightly hairy buttocks rippled under his hands as he dragged the man closer, Rupert’s cock thrusting home with each downward slide. The large head bumped over his prostate repeatedly while he concentrated on pleasing his unwitting partner. He clenched his arse around the meat and heard the man groan out her name again.
The Watcher crushed him under his body, the hot breath rushing over William’s face. He was gasping, barely able to draw air, while the cock cored him, the weighty balls slapping his arse. The tense body rocked over his as a litany of words spilled from the lips brushing his again and again. “Jenny…thought I’d…lost…stay with…me…love…dear…hot…tight…good…beloved…Jenny…”
Angelus thought of Buffy; Giles, of Jenny. To the man fucking him, he was nothing more than the nocturnal phantasm of his lost love, but at this moment he didn’t care. He meant to enjoy this, to lose himself in the crisis he could sense approaching. Head thrust back, he gritted his teeth to keep from yelling, the air hissing from between his lips.
The Watcher’s voice had lost all true semblance of expression. Instead vibrant, animal growls wound into William’s ears, Giles’s arms tightening on his shoulders as if the man would mark him with bruises as Angelus had with his fangs. The thrusts came faster and harder; he was hard put to match their ferocity. Yet he plastered his hips constantly against the broad lanky frame above his.
The agony of his back forgotten, William shuddered, meeting each slide of the juicy length with his own thrusts. His prostate was rubbed mercilessly, the fever mounted to his head as his balls drew up against his body.
“Oh god. Rupert, yes. I’m cumming!” He wouldn’t shout and wake the man but he wanted Angelus to hear and understand it was not he who had William in his grasp. He moaned in relief as the orgasm swept over him at last. Clutching the older man hard around the waist, he bit into the pillow, the down swallowing his scream as he came.
There was one last push from the Watcher and then Giles came hard, calling out Jenny’s name. He fell onto William’s body, his heated aspirations moist and heavy in the boy’s ear. Moments passed and William realized that Giles’s breathing had passed into gentle snoring. Hmmm, he hadn’t foreseen this problem. The Englishman was heavier than he would have guessed and moving him was nearly impossible. Blowing in his face caused him to twitch, however, and in another moment he turned and rolled onto the other side of the bed, facing away from William.
The lad lay completely spent as he gathered his wits. It would have been so sweet to bask in the Watcher’s love even if it had been meant for another. But again he was not allowed to linger. He had to leave the bed and soon. Otherwise he would fall asleep and Giles would wake beside him in the morning and wouldn’t that be truly mortifying. Leaning up with difficulty, he cautiously rebuttoned his shirt and retrieved his pajama trousers. Tiptoeing from the room, he descended the stairs.
He recalled the disappointed demon still lurking and he smirked, the expression almost like that of his vampiric alter ego. Turning his head towards the windows, he whispered mockingly, “Was it good for you, Angelus?”
He could have sworn he heard a faint growl from outside before the night settled into silence again.

“Mmmmm. Watcher goodness. Oh Giles, we hardly knew ye,” Queen sighed. “Now I think it’s time to mix things up a little. Next chapter: ‘Fun with Thralls.’ “

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