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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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A dreamless sleep was the best from which to awaken. William opened his eyes with a delicious thrumming through his bones. For a moment, the cause of his wellbeing eluded him.
Oh my. The phenomenal sex he’d experienced with the Watcher last night--what a delight that had been. And the thought that he’d thwarted Angelus was definitely the icing on the cake. He grinned as he imagined the vampire going home hard and frustrated.
William sat up heavily and rubbed the heels of his palms over his eyes. He straightened when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. The rich smell of tea, sausages and eggs drifted out to him and his stomach rumbled. He was hungry again and his mouth watered at the thought of a good old-fashioned English breakfast. He wondered if Giles had scones.
As if on cue, the other man emerged from the kitchen, a towel draped nonchalantly over one shoulder. “Ah, good. You’re awake. I’ve got breakfast almost ready. Care to join me or would you prefer to shower first?”
“I’ll be there as soon as I’ve changed. There’s really no point in showering when I have to change back into my old clothes. Until I can procure new ones that don’t have traces of effluvia on them, showering so soon after last night would be a waste of time and water.”
“Yes. Quite.” He moved back to the kitchen and mutely motioned William to sit at the table. As he brought out plates of comestibles, William glanced at the Watcher. The man seemed quite unruffled by last night, even serene. Hopefully any evidence of the night’s activities would be dismissed as merely the result of a vivid, erotic dream. He smiled secretively to himself as he recalled the night and its pleasures. He only regretted that he couldn’t share his feelings with Giles.
“Did you sleep well?”
The question from the older man took him by surprise and he blushed furiously. “W-what? Oh, yes, yes. Very. Like the proverbial log, in fact,” he stammered.
“Really?” Giles’s brow furrowed. “I would have thought the couch to have been rather uncomfortable.”
“No, it was more than adequate.” He hastily bent his head over his food and closed his eyes in prayer, hoping it would forestall any more questions along that avenue. When he risked another look at the Watcher, he noted the man was busily engaged in smearing a muffin with jelly. His air of unconcern was reassuring, to say the least.
Clearing his throat he decided to bring up the matter that most concerned him. “I-I know you are still opposed to anything that might help Angelus. But if you could get the witch to re-instate his soul then the catastrophe I mentioned would be averted.”
Giles’s brow darkened. “Willow has no idea how to accomplish that task. Jenny Calendar…was the only one with that knowledge.”
“Truly? But in my memories it was Willow who performed the spell.”
“And how precisely was that done?” came the cool reply.
William frowned and tried to remember. “You know, I was never given the particulars. I was Spike back then and the group never confided in me completely. I wasn’t even there when Angelus was banished and Angel regained his soul. I-I was preoccupied with getting Drusilla out of town.” He ducked his head in shame as he recalled his precipitate flight out of town. Goodness, Angelus might have defeated Buffy and opened the mouth of Acathla. The whole world would have been sucked into the maw of hell simply because he had been obsessed about his mad paramour.
Had been obsessed. I am no longer subject to the all-consuming concerns of my black princess.
No, you’re obsessed with Angelus. Mr. Giles is right. Forget the blighter and have Buffy stake him. You’ll only regret it if you don’t. Ignoring that inner warning, he chewed his lip as he tried formulating a plan. “Mr. Giles, I’m sure Angel is not the only one in history to be robbed of his soul. Surely there are other spells we can use to restore his. In fact, the original curse might not be entirely favorable since he could easily lose his soul again because of it. Perhaps an alternative might be found?”
The green-eyed man chewed his muffin thoughtfully while William bent his anxious gaze on him. This was important; the future depended on Angel’s presence although he was beginning to wonder if that was so certain. Instead of answering, Giles glanced at the clock and swore softly. “I have to be at school soon. Do you wish to remain here or do you want to come with me?”
“I’d like to come. I could help you research for those spells. Another pair of hands and eyes would be invaluable.”
A flicker of disapproval passed over Giles’s face. Then he heaved a sigh and murmured, “Very well. It would hardly be fair to leave you cooped up here all day. You’d be bored out of your mind in no time.”
“Oh, I think not. You have quite an extensive collection of books here. And there’s always the television.”
Giles sniffed, disdain evident in his demeanor. “American daytime television contains non-stop dribble in the form of asinine soaps, talk shows, courtroom ‘dramas’ and mindless chattering cartoons formulated for their blank-minded children. You would have to stick to PBS to get anything in the way of quality viewing.”
“Then I must thank you for rescuing me from all that.” William graced him with a smile that Giles readily answered.
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In the library, the two men worked in companionable silence only occasionally broken by commentaries about the various books they were perusing. There were indeed many spells to restore souls. But they were either dangerously vague or quite specific in their instructions for use on living hosts. Evidently most mages and sorcerers saw no need to grace a vampire with a soul. No wonder Angel was such a unique personage.
At least until I decided to get myself one. Would that work for Angelus? No, William had requested his soul from that demon and received it only after painful trials. In addition, he’d had to travel to far-off Africa to have his desire fulfilled. It was unlikely a helpful demon of that nature would be found so close to home to perform the same service for Angelus. William sighed and wearily rubbed his eyes.
Giles glanced up at the sound and noted the pile of discarded tomes already littering the desk. “No luck, eh?”
“None, I’m afraid. P-perhaps it is a lost cause.” The forlorn note in the young man’s voice was rather touching. He was so very different from his vampiric counterpart. Giles found it difficult to maintain suspicion or hardness towards him in spite of his disagreement with the young lad’s goal. He was reminded of what Angel had been like before his unfortunate transformation. Was it really fair of him to deny the creature his soul because of his hatred, no matter how justified? He picked up another book and sighed.
William cast about in his mind for something, anything, he might remember from his future exploits that could give them a hint. He knew Willow had cahe she spell and that an orb of Thessula was required. When he mentioned this, Giles had found one in his office; he sheepishly told William he’d been using it as a paperweight. But why had the witch waited so long after Jenny’s death before casting the spell? Why wait until things had reached such a crisis? He closed his book and slapped it down on the table. “I still believe that Willow is the key to all this.”
“Yes, but I told you she has no knowledge of such powerful spells.”
“Then she must have gotten hold of one somehow.” William stood and began pacing as he tried to unravel the mystery. He turned back to Giles. “You said Jenny was formulating this spell, yes?”
“That’s correct. She also worked here as a computer teacher in the school.”
William’s eyes widened. “She worked with computers? As Willow does? Why didn’t you mention that before?”
“Hadn’t I?” Giles’s brow creased as he tried to remember exactly what he’d told William about the deceased teacher.
“No, you didn’t. So she and Willow had associations with each other then. She might have told Willow something that may have escaped the girl’s memory,” William mused.
Giles protested the accusation. “I’m certain that if it were anything regarding Angel, she would have mentioned it.”
“Perhaps the information may have been left elsewhere on a computer…file?” He stumbled over the unfamiliar term.
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of it before?” Giles replied, suddenly exasperated with himself. Well, he really detested computers; it was no wonder the notion of a hidden file must have slipped his mind.
“Are any of her materials still left from after she died?” William hesitated at broaching the subject but Giles was too engrossed to object.
“Probably. Willow took over teaching her classes and is using her notes. If Jenny left a file on a backup disk…”
“…then chances are, it will still be there. Angelus might have been so eager to--” He bit his lip and didn’t finish his sentence.
His eyes cold once more, Giles said in a dead voice, “He might have been so impatient to kill her, he didn’t check for anything like a disk.”
The library doors swung open and Willow and Buffy walked in, breaking the tension in the room. The redhead smiled cheerily at William while Buffy maintained her usual wary distance. Quickly the two men filled them in on what they’d been doing and Buffy’s overt hostility vanished.
“Willow, is he right? Do you think Ms. Calendar might have left…something behind?” She tried not to sound too eager, all too aware of Giles’s feelings, but she couldn’t keep the note of hope out of her voice.
“I-it’s possible. I’m not sure. I mean, I kinda went through all of her stuff to prep for teaching her classes and I didn’t see any witchy stuff. But I didn’t get through all of the disks but I could maybe go to her classroom and check when nobody else is around.”
Buffy fluttered her hands at Willow. “Whoa, slow down there. If you don’t take a breath soon, you’re gonna pass out.”
Willow took a gulp. “Right. Breathing here. Witness me doing the breathing thing.”
“That’s it. Nice deep ones,” Buffy replied. She turned towards Giles. “You sure you want to do this, Giles?”
“I’m quite sure I don’t. But William says speed is of the essence.”
“Also we should prepare for an attack. In my memories, when Willow attempts the spell here, Angelus sent vampire minions to attack Buffy’s friends in the library. Giles was captured and subsequently tortured for his information about Acathla and Willow was injured.” He didn’t mention the Slayer Drusilla had murdered. He hadn’t seen her this time around and he hoped they would bring this matter to a close before she showed.
“How did Angelus know?” Willow asked, a frightened look in her wide green eyes.
“Drusilla. She may be quite loony but Angelus has learned to listen to her ramblings. While Buffy was distracted fighting him, he sent his minions here.”
“Oh. Then maybe we should do this someplace else,” Buffy ventured.
Giles replied, “My house. It’s proof against vampires and Angelus cannot enter himself.”
“So first we find that pesky spell. Then party at Giles’s place after school then?” Willow chirped.
“Did somebody say something about a party? Because I’m so there,” Xander said. He’d entered the library and caught the tail end of their conversation. Again he stopped and looked uneasy when he saw that William was there but he managed to bring his expression under control.
“W-we were talking about finding the spell Ms. Calendar left to restore Angel’s soul.”
Xander’s face hardened at the mention of the vampire. “I really don’t think I care, Willow.”
“Ms. Calendar did,” William replied quietly. He hadn’t played this trump card before, uncertain how the Watcher would take it. But he had Alexander to convince and the boy would be much harder to persuade.
“And how do you know that? Oh right, you’re from the future,” Xander replied, sneering. Any trace of friendliness that he’d shown yesterday had disappeared.
He pressed on with his argument. “It’s the truth. Ms. Calendar wanted to give Angel his soul back. It was literally her dying wish. Who are we to deny her that, Alexander?”
“Was getting her neck snapped by that bastard her dying wish, too?” Xander snapped. A flash of pain darted across Buffy’s face. The dark-haired boy either didn’t see or didn’t care.
“Xander, do shut up. Unless you have something concrete to offer, we really don’t need you for this discussion,” Giles told him. He could sense anger as well as guilt behind Xander’s hostility. Goodness knows, he felt much the same.
He’d done a lot of hard thinking since they’d begun this search. He had made so many compromises as Buffy’s Watcher since knowing her. If he’d really seen Angel as a threat, he should have staked the creature at the first opportunity or urged Buffy to do so. Technically, Jenny’s death was as much his fault as anyone else’s. That was a theory he entertained only in his darkest hours when he’d had one too many glasses of scotch.
He brought himself back to the conversation to hear Willow chiding Xander and see Buffy staring sightlessly out of the window. She turned towards William and said, “You said the last time I was fighting Angel but that was just a diversion. Right?”
“Yes. He sent one of his minions to lure you away from your friends. He said more would die if you didn’t come.” William was uneasy; Buffy had a strange faraway look in her eye. It didn’t look like love and it certainly wasn’t pain. It was more like an odd resolution.
“Then maybe I need to change my tactics a little,” she mused.
“Yeah. Like this time take backup. I’ll come along and bring the extra stakes,” Xander volunteered. Buffy glared and he grinned darkly back at her, completely unrepentant.
“That might actually be a good idea,” William chimed in. “Xander isn’t needed to cast the spell once Willow finds it. I could help, too.”
Buffy raised an eyebrow. “You? What could you do against Angel and Drusilla? We are including the Queen of the Demented in this scenario, aren’t we?”
“Drusilla is mad. But she’s also easily confused. If I can lure her away from Angel, I could stake her and greatly reduce the odds. She’s just as dangerous as he--more so because she’s mad and therefore unpredictable.”
“I’m not sure I like the idea of dragging you two into the fight,” Buffy said unhappily.
“Well, all this doesn’t mean anything until we find that spell,” Willow replied in a firm tone. Seeing Xander’s mutinous expression, she glared at him again and pointed to her own face. “Hey! Resolve Face, remember?”
He grumbled something under his breath about dippy females falling for those tall, dark, insane types but didn’t volunteer any further comment.
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Buffy and Willow sat at Ms. Calendar’s desk while the wiccan pulled up file after file. Buffy was bored out of her mind. Sitting around researching had never been her thing. She wasn’t the computer whiz Willow was and her Slayer instincts kept yelling ar tor to do something constructive. She wanted something to hit, something to pummel. She flipped the pencil in her grip and sighed in exasperation as it flew out of her hand and into the space between the two desks. She leaned down and peered into the space to find it.
Willow was almost as frustrated as Buffy. She’d been searching for several minutes and there was nothing even remotely useful on the disks she’d found, just notes for school and a few pagan spells. There were a few letters Jenny had written to her uncle letting him know about her playing junior spy on Buffy and Angel’s relationship. She’d seen the pain, grief and anger on Buffy’s face when she was reminded again of Ms. Calendar’s treachery. If the woman had only spoken up sooner, all this mess might have been prevented.
“Willow?”
“Hmmm?” She kept her eyes trained on the screen as she flipped through more files on constructing pie charts.
“What’s this?” The redhead turned her head reluctantly from the computer and saw Buffy waving a blank disk at her.
“Looks like a disk, Buffy,” she replied, lifting her eyebrows.
Buffy rolled her eyes and waved the disk impatiently. “I know that. But what was it doing here on the floor? You think it’s one of Ms. Calendar’s?”
The wiccan took it and popped it into the A drive. “Hers or one of the students. I won’t know until…” Her voice trailed away as the foreign characters filled the screen. “Buffy. This looks like a spell and here on the side…” she pointed with one trim finger “…is the English translation.”
Buffy watched, holding her breath unconsciously, as her eyes flitted over the words. “Willow, I think…”
Willow nodded excitedly. “You think right. This is it, Buffy. This is the restoration spell.”
Willow began making plans to gather the ingredients needed, her voice eagerly burbling away. Buffy knew it wouldn’t be that easy. She still had to face Angel and keep him from attacking her loved ones. I won’t lose anybody else to that bastard. I won’t.
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Easier said than done. During one of her classes, a vampire minion came in and exposed herself to the burning sunlight, harshly telling Buffy to meet Angelus before more people died. The students piled out of the room, screaming and yelling at the sight of the woman spontaneously combusting before their eyes. As Buffy left, she wondered how the principal was going to explain away this incident. Somehow, she didn’t think the gas leak excuse was going to cut it.
She stalked through the cemeteries to the designated meeting place, acutely aware of the two young men behind her. Xander was uncharacteristically silent which was enough to make her nervous. Come to think of it, he’d been rather antsy around William ever since the guy showed up. What was up with him?
William kept glancing at Alexander. He knew the boy was snatching looks at him, too, avoiding his eyes whenever he thought he might make contact. He still wanted to talk to him. He wondered how much of what he’d said to Sean Alexander had overheard. He knew Alexander must have heard his almost-vow of love; the brunette had come out and corrected his mistake as to the fishman’s identity.
But with Buffy around there was no chance for frank discussion. The boy was terrified of having his secret spilled to Buffy and her friends. He was afraid of ruining his life. Spike wouldn’t have cared for the boy’s unease. Well, actually, he would have. Spike had a tender side even if he didn’t like to reveal it. He wouldn’t have done anything to hurt the boy deliberately.
Xander looked at William out of the corner of his eye. He was seriously nervous at the thought of what William might want to say to him. All through the night, he’d been unable to get to sleep. Thoughts of hot, monkey sex with the blond trudging silently beside him had kept hwakewake. Then, when he’d tried to snatch a few zzzz’s, naughty dreams had jolted him awake making him even more frustrated. The memory of one particularly erotic dream caused to tto trip and fall clumsily to the ground.
Buffy huffed in exasperation and turned back to him. “Xander, can’t you watch where you’re going?”
“Hey, it’s dark out here! Not all of us have night vision, you know,” he retorted indignantly.
“I don’t have night vision, Xander,” she replied. “I’ve got super strength, speed and healing. But otherwise that’s it. I’m not Wolverine.”
“Too bad. I wouldn’t say no to adamantium claws--” He stopped talking and his eyes darted around him. “Hey. Where’d William go?”
“Where is my sweet boy? Naughty Watcher and bad hyena took him to play and didn’t bring him back. Shouldn’t touch other people’s toys.” The singsong voice came dreamily from their left and Buffy and Xander froze as Drusilla stepped out of the darkness with at least ten other vamps.
“Where’s Angel?” Buffy demanded. “I was supposed to meet him.”
“Daddy wants to play games. The stars told me little Slayer will lose her White Knight tonight.”
“White Knight?” What the hell was Drusilla talking about? Buffy didn’t have time to figure it out. At a short signal from Drusilla, the minions attacked.
Buffy became a whirlwind of arms and legs as they converged on her and Xander. In the back of her mind was a maelstrom of emotions: worry about where Angel really was if he wasn’t with her, anger at herself for believing he would play fair, terror that Xander might be killed because of her stupidity.
Two burly vampires tackled her at once, pinning her to the ground. Drusilla held up her hands to halt them and whispered, “Daddy says we mustn’t kill Slayer. Wants her to dance. Dance and scream and howl for him. But he wouldn’t mind if Drusilla tasted the cake first?” The vamps held her up as Drusilla drifted nearer. Her eyes held Buffy’s and the Slayer found herself sinking into those dark depths.
Watch out! Giles warned you. She can hypnotize people! Wrenching her eyes away, Buffy lifted one foot and kicked Drusilla hard in the stomach. The vampiress bent over with a sharp hiss and Buffy used the distraction to wrench herself out of one vampire’s grip. She grabbed his head and smacked it into the other’s. As they both reeled from the pain, she tucked into a roll and grabbed her fallen weapon. She staked the vampires in quick succession and looked around, panting, for the mad vampire.
Drusilla had made a run for it. But Buffy could still hear her voice singing lightly in the wind. Making up her mind, she tore after her. She’d noted that Xander had also disappeared from the struggle and she was betting that, wherever Drusilla went, Angel would be there…along with her two vanished fight buddies. She only hoped she was in time before Angel drained them--or worse.
She rounded a corner of a crypt only to halt as another vampire surged out of the darkness. “You think that was all he had? Angelus has been busy, missy. He’s been making minions left, right and center since you let him out of his box.”
Buffy turned around slowly to see at least another 20 vampires moving to surround her. She lifted her fists and gritted out, “Right. Which one of you is first to fill a dustbuster?”
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Angelus pumped deliberately into the silken passage. The little naked blond astride his legs had struggled savagely but in the end had proven no match for his minions. Behind the rag balled into the mouth and wound around the head, indistinguishable murmurs and moans had been issuing almost continuously. The form was quivering, unable to hold back the pleasure coursing through the small frame. The thrusts became a little faster and the blond sighed, the body arching forward onto him.
The perspiration caused his hands to slip a little on the narrow waist but Angelus had no real trouble holding onto his chosen victim. The glazed lust and desire shone in the blue-eyed gaze. He laughed and ducked his head to lave and bite the nipples with blunt teeth. The hands had been bound as well and draped around his neck in a mock semblance of an embrace. He merely wanted to make sure those hands didn’t try to hit him or claw his eyes out. But, judging by the way they tightened convulsively around him, that wasn’t really a concern.
He kept the pace punishingly slow. The blond wanted to withhold the pleasure, beat it back by sheer force of will, simply to deny him. But Angelus was not to be thwarted two nights in a row. He plucked at the pubic hairs, feeling the passage ripple around him in response as a soft whimper issued from behind the gag. Pulling back the hair, he bared the neck and teasingly licked at the pulse point.
Xander Harris stirred on the floor, moaning. His head was throbbing and the pain was making it hard to think. His eyes fluttered open blearily and he looked around the space. He was lying on a hard floor in a building he didn’t recognize. It was small with thin, narrow windows through which the moonlight barely issued. It looked like the inside of one of Sunnydale’s many crypts. How had he gotten here?
Casting his eyes down his body, he realized his clothes had been removed. When he attempted to roll over, he couldn’t move his hands. An experimental tug revealed that they were bound tightly behind him; his feet were likewise restrained at the ankles with a stout rope connecting his bound legs to his wrists. He tried to speak but there was a thick rag in his mouth. Nothing but a muffled yell emerged.
What had happened? He’d been hunting that bastard Angel with Buffy and William. William…the remembrance of the blonde boy and his sudden disappearance dispelled the last of his grogginess and he rolled around awkwardly, trying to get himself upright. Twisting around, he stiffened as indistinct moans and whispers coming from behind him finally penetrated his consciousness. He swiveled his head and wriggled around on the floor, trying to get a bead on the mysterious noises.
Squinting into the darkened corner, he could barely make out the two figures seated on the low stone bench. One was a tall, broad figure, fully clothed and probably male. He could just see the dark hair over the person on his lap. The other…
Xander flushed as he realized the other was a naked woman. He could only see her from the back but what she was doing on the guy’s lap was no mystery. The man was humping his hips in an unmistakably sexual manner and the woman moaned long and low.
Oh god, had Buffy been captured, too? Then the head was pulled back into the dim light from the paned glass windows and Xander saw the stricken face of William.
Angelus’s face loomed out of the darkness and grinned in Xander’s direction. “Hey, look who’s up. William, your new playmate’s awake.” With a laugh, he grabbed William around the waist and lifted his entire body up so Xander could see the thick meat pull almost entirely out of the captive’s ass. In the pale light, the length glistened and Xander’s own twitched even as his eyes widened in shock.
The boy in his grasp wriggled insanely, trying to force his ass back onto Angelus. The vampire carelessly pulled the blond’s weight back into his lap and the abrupt movement lanced him to the core. Angelus whipped off the gag so Xander was treated to the ardent cry ripped from William’s throat.
“Oh yes. It’s like a moist, velvet glove,” Angelus whispered. His words were as much for Xander as the blond astride him and he resumed thrusting, faster this time, as he neared his completion. “This is better than the Watcher, isn’t it? You and I could have had a real good time with him. I’m not against sharing.” He noted the stunned expression on Xander’s face and grinned cruelly. “That’s right, Donut Boy,” he sneered. “After William left you, he decided to give that librarian a go. Not that I’m jealous. I’m just surprised he could take the two of you in one day. But William was always greedy that way. He and Drusilla used to get up to such games they’d make your head spin.”
His low laugh rang off the walls while his hips rocked. William wanted to die of shame. “Alexander, please. I-I didn’t want to…with Giles.” Angelus gripped his cock and stroked him up and down and his words were choked off with a moan.
“No, of course you didn’t. I’m sure the Watcher forced himself on you.” The small body was bucking into his grip. William didn’t want to give Angelus the satisfaction of forcing his arousal. But the vampire had been fucking him without letup, building his passion until the mortal couldn’t bear it. The sure strokes along his penis were pushing him to the breaking point. Fishing in his pockets, Angelus brought out a small device and dangled it in front of his eyes. “Don’t want to stop the fun too soon.” Before William’s horrified gaze, he took the cockring and fitted it snugly around his straining flesh.
Then he resumed pumping in earnest. The cock rammed him hard, rubbing that tiny spot inside until William’s eyes rolled up in his head. He squirmed closer to the cool, muscular body to increase the pressure even though he knew it was in vain. The blood trapped in his swollen cock was an agony and when he felt the first splashes of the vampire’s orgasm he couldn’t help it. His body writhed, the denial of his own relief causing him to pump his hips futilely, groaning in distress.
The release thrummed through his body; Angelus was practically purring with delight. But he was far from finished with the two of them. He stood up, lifting William from him. The pent-up excitement in the blond’s straining body made him rigid and tense as a wire. But he was incapable of stopping Angelus as the demon unbound his hands and then re-tied them behind his back. He forced William to his knees, his imprisoned cock pointing towards the brunette boy tied on the floor.
Angelus knelt behind William and leant forward, his words dropping like acid into his ear. “Did you think I wouldn’t know about you and the boy here? Did you think you were safe because it was daylight? All a vampire needs to get around is shade, William; you know that. I tracked you by the sewers to that school. I hid nearby and heard Buffy splashing around with that Watcher. I listened and heard you fighting with that pathetic coach…and I smelled Xander all over you.”
William closed his eyes to escape Xander’s confused shame and embarrassment. He gritted out, “Damnation, Angelus. Don’t you ever stop prattling?”
The vampire chortled at his discomfiture. “Look who’s talking.” He wrenched William’s head down and around until it was level with his cock. “Suck it, boy. Put that mouth to good use.” As if reading William’s mind, he gripped his jaw until pain bloomed and whispered, “If you even think of using teeth, I’m gonna fuck your boy there until he bleeds, torture him and then drain him in front of you. Got that?”
“Yes…Sire.” God, it hurt to say the word. But he knew that personal pride didn’t matter where Alexander’s safety was concerned. William had said nothing about his feelings for the boy. But Angelus could tell. He always knew the love that lay at the center of anyone’s heart.
Bending forward, he licked tentatively at the tip of the large cock. Encouraged by the low growl that greeted this, he swirled his tongue around the wrinkled foreskin, using it to push it down to the smooth head underneath. At the corner of his eye, he watched Alexander’s surreptitious movements. The demon’s voice emerged lazily from above his head. “Don’t even think about trying to run, Xander. Even if you could get out of those ropes--and you can’t--I’ve got minions waiting outside to beat you and drag you back. Settle in. You’re here for the duration.”
William slumped in defeat. Now their only hope lay in his pleasing Angelus and delaying whatever plan he had for Alexander. He didn’t believe for a minute that the demon would spare either of them. Turning or death lay in store for them; he could only stave off the inevitable until Willow worked her magic.
With this in mind, he concentrated on the vampire. He closed his eyes and drew in the cock until it was halfway into his mouth. He slurped and let it fall out again then breathed through his nose while sliding his lips over the shaft. He had to allow the saliva to build in order to produce enough slipperiness to get the job done. There, he managed to get all the way to the base and he heard Angelus give a hiss of gratification.
The tip was touching the back of his throat and, when Angelus’s fist wound in his hair, William knew he had to work quickly or else the vampire would start thrusting, disregarding of the soreness he might cause. His head bobbed up and down, working the meat. Even though he tried to distance himself, he relished the salty taste of cum from the previous activities. His tongue swirled on the bottom, the vein pulsing in torpid rhythm over his tastebuds. Mmmm, Angelus did taste good and William was beginning to enjoy this task for its own sake.
He bobbed, increasing his speed slightly, lapping up the tepid shaft, darting his tongue into the winking hole. He wished he could touch it and steady it more to his liking but, with his hands bound, this would have to do. He let it fall out of his mouth and sucked on the dangling balls. Wrinkles were traced as Angelus panted. “Yeah, boy. Suck on ‘em. He’s got such a good mouth, hasn’t he, Harris? Maybe I’ll let him do you later.”
William flushed and faltered in his rhythm. He’d almost forgotten the watching boy crumpled on the floor. But Angelus didn’t give him a chance to stop. His mouth was pulled away from the family jewels and the cock forced between his lips again.
This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. Xander was in full denial mode. He wasn’t tied up as Angel was sucked off by the guy he’d screwed just yesterday. He couldn’t watch this and screwed his eyes shut.
But in a way it that was worse because then the moans and slurping noises seemed amplified a thousand times. He could hear Angel’s descriptions of what William was doing to him, the murmurs and purrs as he was pleasured. Words like “suck” “cock” and “sweet mouth” beat against his ears. His own cock was hard and his hips edged forward without his realizing it. He rolled onto the cold, stony floor in an effort to crush his erection.
William’s mouth was so heated and wet, so different from his vampire coolness; the demon stroking between his puffed out cheeks thought he’d shoot right there. But he held himself in. Those narrow hips were grinding as the mortal tried to ease the torment in his own cock. Uh uh. Not yet. I’ve got a few things in store for these two.
Glancing at the brunette now lying face down, the demon noted the subtle humping motions on the floor. “Is this good for you, Harris? Don’t worry. It’ll be your turn soon.” He smelled the fear spike in Xander’s scent and his ridges appeared as he sniffed in appreciation.
The blond’s cheeks were bellowing out in an effort to breathe without choking. Angelus was pushing himself faster, heedless of the mortal’s own efforts. William sucked hard on the down stroke, the moans from above encouraging him. Angelus wriggled his hips and buried his hands in the soft hair, forcing the head to match his movements. A slight hitch in Angelus’s voice and the vampire thrust a final time, cum bursting from him to flow down his captive’s throat. Panic and tears stood in William’s eyes while he gulped frantically to drink the juices before they flowed down the wrong passage. Even then, he spluttered as some ran down his lips and over his chin.
The demon fell back onto the floor and pushed William out of the way. Pulling the blond up by the armpits, he rotated William’s body so that his back was to Angelus’s front. The immortal bent the head backwards until their lips met and kissed him thoroughly, licking his own taste from between the gasping lips.
Against his better judgment, the mortal relaxed into the kiss, his eyes shutting while the cool tongue parted and licked the sensitive palate. Tepid hands drifted in circles down his front, idly brushing the nipples until they stood up in hard peaks. Angelus tweaked at them until the blond was squirming, gasping into his mouth with each pull. Then one hand reached down and removed the cockring.
“Ahhh!” William couldn’t help sobbing, the tears once again in his eyes, this time from sheer relief. Angelus tantalized him by running the tip of one finger in the lightest of touches over the waving cock. The pale hips arched up to meet that hand but were frustrated when Angelus stopped his motions.
The body in his embrace was shaking in the cool night air, goosebumps pimpling the flesh under his fingers. Angelus began rubbing his cock within the ass crack. He smiled into William’s mouth as the man reciprocated his motions. The soft buttocks were running up and down his length and he was erect again in moments. His lips drifted in seeming innocence down the jaw, ignoring William’s whimper as he strained to kiss him again. Forcing open those delectable buttcheeks, he thrust into the raw opening and bit into the jugular, reopening his wounds.
Xander’s eyes shot open as William screamed. Shit, the demon was killing him! But there was no pain in William now. Far from it. Stark ecstasy was stamped on his face as Angel feasted from his neck. His chest and belly strained in his paroxysm and Xander watched, unable to look away, as Angel scratched him along his torso leaving bloodied streaks behind.
“Yesssss! More! Angelus!” William moaned, no longer aware of the mortal with him. The bliss was sweeping all his inhibitions away; he was becoming Angelus’s thrall and slave and, in this instant, he cared not one whit. Cold was pumping into him, warmth was being drawn out of him he he trembled, forcing his body to chase both sensations. The thrusts were measured and savage at once, the pulsing of the tissue the closest thing to a heartbeat the demon had, and he could feel it throughout his own flesh. A whimpered “faster” and his head fell back onto a broad shoulder as he ground his hips against his Sire.
Xander was transfixed by the spectacle of Angel, resplendent in his leather coat and pants, his cock becoming visible every time he pulled back from William. He was screwing William steadily, wringing cries from his prisoner with each thrust, and the Scooby wondered how anybody could be ready to go again so quickly and last that long.
As if feeling Xander’s eyes on him, the vampire looked up suddenly, locking his gaze with the brunette boy. He fondled William’s balls and yanked his mouth away. He brought his bloodied lips to the ear as he continued his motions. “William, look at your boy. See how hard he is? Was he that hard when he fucked you? Did you fuck him like this? Did he get you off with him or was it too quick?”
William’s eyes met Xander’s. It was difficult to tell who was more ashamed…or enthralled. Their gazes dropped to each other’s erections. William’s was a deep purple; he was still far from coming. But he recalled the incident in the steam room and desire for the boy resurfaced. He couldn’t withhold himself from Angelus but he could share this with Xander. He mouthed the words “Cum with me” to the mortal and arched his back, his cock aimed at the boy in front of him.
Xander gnawed his gag, frustrated at his impotence. He understood what William wanted; he just wasn’t sure if he could obey. The scene before him was like one of his hottest fantasies. But there just wasn’t enough friction on his cock to complete the experience. Nevertheless, he tried to summon the image of William’s body erected over his, William’s head thrust back, William’s ass engulfing his cock the way it was now around Angel’s.
The mortals began rocking towards each other, engaged in a passionate, bizarre menage á trois as the vampire thrust deeper. He nuzzled the side of the mortal’s neck, enjoying the exquisite shudder. “You don’t know how good you feel, William, so hot inside. You were always my favorite above all the others. So much more violent than Drusilla, more fun loving than Darla, more inventive than Penn. But to have you like this, your dick so warm, your body shining with sweat, your heart pounding--it’s fucking bliss, boy.”
Closing his fist around William’s dick, he jerked him in tandem with his own movements and sipped at his throat again. Stroking, fucking and sucking--no mortal could hold back from a knowing vampire that took him or her like this and he heard William scream as the warm body shook in his grasp.
Cum bulleted from William’s cock, the thick streams flying through the air to spatter on the floor. Some of the jets were so fierce, they landed on the rapt brunette. The warm liquid across his torso shocked Xander but not as much as the orgasm that took him by surprise. His own hips shook as he began cumming, his semen spurting with sharp plops onto the stony surface.
Angelus held and rocked his captive. He had cum, too, luxuriating in the channel that clutched him like a fist with each trembling spasm. He licked the wounds shut, purring loudly. He didn’t want the man to bleed to death, now did he? That would be a crying shame.
He let William sag to the floor and listened to the racing heart and sobbing breaths. Nonchalantly he wiped up the cum still oozing from his limp prick with William’s gag. Leaning over the prone mortal, he kissed him deeply, drawing the air from the heaving lungs. Then he refastened the gag and turned his attention towards the brunette who seemed bent on shrinking into the floor.
Xander wasn’t going to crawl, not in front of this asshole. But, really, with his hands and feet bound, crawling seemed the only option. Not that Angel was hurrying to get to him. Oh no, the jerk had to stride over like he was taking a walk in the park. Then he stopped in front of Xander and began casually disrobing.
I’m not gonna look at naked Angel! I’m not, I’m not, I’m not! Forget it! Never mind that he had fantasized about Angel in the nude several times or had naughty thoughts of him, Buffy and himself in a three-way. Those were his private thoughts and he was not gonna let them tempt him into doing anything like looking—
A solid weight fell on his chest and he flinched, his eyes flying open in spite of his resolution. Angel stood above him, smirking that damned smile. He was half-naked and removing his shoes. The weight on Xander was his leather coat that had been carelessly dropped on his chest. “Oops,” Angel said, arching his eyebrows in mock innocence.
He removed the coat, spreading it on the floor. Easily lifting the bound boy, he placed him on the unfolded material. He wasn’t interested in the boy’s comfort, no sir. He wanted to fuck Xander on his coat so it would be saturated with the scent of the lad’s semen, sweat and blood. Hell, that’s why he’d taken William while he was still wearing it, after all.
Suddenly Xander was swamped with the scent of Angel: the clean, soapy odor, the faint tinge of grease, and the slight acrid tang of blood. And the cool leather against his body was an inky caress, like skin, and he almost relaxed into it. Then Angel removed his pants and Xander’s mind gibbered in blind panic.
Oh shit. It’s a trick of the light. It’s gotta be ‘cause if it isn’t, I’m a dead man for sure. He’d seen it just now in its torturous motions into William’s ass. But it was so much closer now and the veiled light from the crypt windows made the massive cock shadowy and ill defined, creating the illusion that it was bigger than it was. He flinched as Angel stretched beside him and tried to ignore the hand that began playing about his body.
The immortal leaned closer and whispered in Xander’s ear. “ ‘He’s buff. Why didn’t anybody tell me he was buff?’ “ The shock and mortification on the boy’s face was priceless and Angelus smirked again. “What? You didn’t think I heard you? Vampire, remember? I thought that was a funny thing for a straight guy to say. I could smell when you were horny, too. I wasn’t sure if it was because of Buffy, Cordelia or just normal teenaged hormones firing off. But sometimes I’d smell it when Buffy wasn’t around, when it was just you and me. That’s when I knew for sure.”
His hand had moved and was carelessly circling the belly. His fingers seemed to wander from there up and down Xander’s quivering thighs. He was taking his time and Xander wanted to scream at him to fuck him and get it over with. Wait, he didn’t want to beg Angel to screw him ‘cause that would be totally wrong. But his body was trembling and at this point he was unsure whether it was from terror or something else.
Now Angel was running one finger up and down his cock. He tilted his head to one side as he surveyed his prize. “Not bad for a kid your age, Xander. I’ll bet you left William really satisfied. But then,” he slitted his eyes at the blond lying near them “he’s always had a thing for brunettes.”
He locked his hand around the pulsing length and commenced with long, sure strokes. Xander’s eyes glazed over and he bit down on the gag as he tried to hold himself back. He filled his mind with impossible math equations, Willow talking about shoes, his parents arguing. It was no use. Angel’s voice and movements overrode everything he could think of.
“You’ll be such a good fuck, won’t you, Xander? I can’t wait to fill that hole of yours, stuff it with my cock. I’m gonna cum in you until your head explodes. You’ll forget all about Buffy and that Cordelia. They were just little teases, weren’t they? They never gave you what you wanted. But William and I will fix that, won’t we, Will?” He turned his head towards the wide-eyed blond and tightened his hold, jerking Xander off almost roughly.
That insistent voice was pushing him towards the edge just as surely as the stroking around his meat. William was right; Angel did love to hear himself talk. Xander wished that the tall, dark, silent, handsome brooder was back. Oh no, he thi thinking of Angel as being handsome. What the hell was wrong with him?
The fist working his dick twisted expertly and Angel’s good looks became a non-issue. His breath puffed faster, his hips thrust up into that skillful hand and he couldn’t hold it off any longer. With a strangled grunt, he came, spunk shooting up from between Angel’s fingers. In a blur of movement, Xander never saw, Angel ducked his head and locked his lips around the cockhead, catching every bit of cum. He sucked and tongued the little weeping hole until he’d drained every drop.
Licking his lips, he spat the cum into his cupped palm. Then Angel’s hand drifted down to his legs and the boy went rigid. He tried squeezing his bound legs together but the vampire ignored his efforts. Easily forcing his hand between the thighs, he prodded the ring with his fingers. His eyes lit up as he pushed past the clenched muscles. “You’re really tight, Xand. Still a virgin, then. Oh, this is gonna be sweet,” he grinned. “Relax, boy. If you tense up, it’ll only hurt you real bad and you don’t want that.”
He had no doubt that Angel would make it hurt. In fact, he wondered why the demon would want it otherwise. Despite the warning, he couldn’t help tensing as long fingers insinuated themselves inside him. The intrusion was odd--not bad, exactly. But the sensation of something wriggling in his body was neither painful nor particularly nice. He’d witnessed William’s passion and wondered why there was no corresponding pleasure for him--OH SHIT!!
Xander was sure that he screamed, or tried to, behind the gag. Angel had touched some mysterious place within and a sizzle had shot through his body like he’d been hit by lightening. He squealed and arched his hips without thinking then slammed onto the leather, his whole body vibrating from the aftershock.
Whatever had just happened to him, Xander was fully prepared to experience it again. Angel obliged him by stroking that spot over and over until the boy was one writhing mass of flesh. The demon watched in wicked glee as the boy’s eyes rolled in their sockets, incomprehensible mewls coming from behind the gag, the hips pumping like a girl’s on prom night. He removed his fingers and grinned with amusement at the obvious sounds of disappointment.
He briefly toyed with the idea of keeping the leg restraints on; they would make the waiting passage that much tighter. But he wanted to feel those lean legs locked around his waist while he rode the boy like a pony. He untied the ropes and resumed idly stroking the cock until it was erect and curving along the boy’s belly. Removing his hand, he whispered, “Are you ready for me, Xander? You want me inside? Tell me or I’ll leave you like this all night.”
The boy was primed for him. He could tell by the musky scent coming in waves from Xander’s skin; Angelus could practically taste it on his tongue. But defiance flared up in the mortal eyes and the boy squirmed on the coat, trying to escape the heavier man partially laying on his body. But his breath was moistening the rag as Angelus cupped and rolled his testicles, enjoying their weight. When the immortal stopped, a despairing moan gurgled out of him.
Angelus shifted until he was lying directly atop Xander. The wrists tied under the boy’s body meant that his back was thrust up at an uncomfortable angle. But the vampire didn’t mind; it brought his cock in perfect position. He began rocking back and forth, making sure his cool shaft remained in constant contact with Xander’s. The mortal’s eyes glazed over and then squeezed tight to shut out the vampire’s piercing gaze.
Xander was kidding himself if he thought he could avoid him that way. Angelus leaned closer. “Xander, you feel so good beneath me, wriggling like this. You’ve got me hard. You’ve wanted me and I know it. I heard you so don’t deny what you feel.” He rocked faster, listening intently to the quickening heartbeat.
“I wanted you, too.” The boy flung him a startled look and the vampire graced him with a tender smile. “Oh yes. At first it was just my idiotic souled half. I just wanted to tear your throat out.” The smile turned feral. “But then I kept smelling those damned hormones every time I was around you and I told myself if I ever got the chance…” He let his voice trail away and stopped moving.
Xander’s eyes were eloquent in their distress and he arched against the demon above him to maintain the friction. But Angelus held down his legs and wouldn’t let him move. Watching his struggle, Angelus thought he was finally ready. “What do you say, Xander?” He drew out the boy’s name, lacing it with false gentleness and erotic promise.
He pulled off the gag. The boy stared and then hissed, “Fuck you, Angel.”
“It’s Angelus, actually. And I want to fuck you.” He rocked his cock against Xander’s just once more and saw the boy quiver in spite of himself. “You saw how it was for William, didn’t you? It can be just that good for you.” As the brown-eyed lad’s eyes darted towards the watchful blond, Angelus whispered, “I’ll let you be with him if you let me.” Then he waited for the answer.
God, his whole body seemed to hurt, the ache pounding in unison with his neglected dick. It was one long throb and he couldn’t take it any longer. And the look in William’s eyes…unhappiness and terror yet he was aroused as all hell. He could see the blond’s cock, as erect and twitching as his, curled over the nest of fair curls that lay between his legs. Angelus reached over and stroked William’s length, never taking his eyes off Xander’s face. The blond’s whole body trembled and he mewled, arching into the demon’s hand.
This was too much. Still holding William’s eyes, Xander grunted out, “Okay then. Fuck me, asshole.”
The anger in his voice only served to amuse the vampire. “Fine. I’ll fuck your asshole.” Parting Xander’s thighs with his other hand, he pushed the arrow-like head into the waiting hole.
Xander hissed and tried to squirm away. The demon pressed harder and was rewarded by a whimper. Xander was being forced open. In spite of the greasing, it still hurt and he thought he’d pass out with the pain. Maybe he would and then he could get through this. But it seemed he wasn’t going to get off that easy. [Get off. Ha! The only one who’s getting off is…]
Then that spot inside was touched again and his frame went rigid. Oh fuck! The pain vanished, turned delicious, became seventh heaven. That electric sizzle was back and all his concentration focused on continuing that pleasure. Angelus sensed his desire for he cupped his ass and pushed himself back in with a deliberate motion. The demon kept the strokes long and leisurely for he wanted the boy to beg, to cry out for the bliss that only the vampire could bring him. Sure enough, the mortal began wriggling back, no longer to escape but to press himself onto the cold meat reaming his ass.
Angelus pulled out and back, locking his grip on Xander’s asscheeks. This was proceeding at his pace. Regardless of what the boy might think, this was about Angelus’s pleasure not his. He listened to the rasping breath and shoved back in harder--not enough to satisfy only to tease.
“Shit. Angel…” The demon stopped moving and growled softly, his features shifting in the moonlight. Damn, what had Xander said to piss him off? Then he remembered the demon’s earlier words. “Angelus,” he breathed and could have wept in relief when the vampire resumed his movements.
The cold flesh swayed over his and still that languid pace continued. Xander was bucking his hips to force him to a faster rhythm and when Angelus obligingly removed his hands from his legs, he drew his legs up and pressed his heels against the demon’s ass. “Harder,” he murmured and flushed when the demon laughed, the sound a ghostly echo in the room.
William watched in appalled fascination as his love, his Alexander, wound his legs around Angelus’s thighs and urged him to hurry. Angelus grabbed his hips, twisted Alexander’s torso so that it was presented to him and withdrew, letting William see every gleaming inch as he pistoned in and out. He thrust back in and spoke in that low lilting voice.
“Such a hot, virginal ass. Isn’t he an eager little fuck? Makes me want to stay inside him. All. Night. Long.” He punctuated his last words with faster thrusts so that Xander groaned and arched until William thought his back would break.
Then he bent his head and kissed him. Xander hadn’t been expecting that and he gasped, opening his mouth to Angelus. The chilly tongue swirled in his sucking orifice, flicking out before he could even think of returning it. Then it returned almost shyly, caressing his tongue and coaxing it to explore. When he let it trail out, he was shocked to find fangs waiting in the other’s mouth. He flinched back but that tongue wouldn’t be denied. It flicked across his pressed lips; the lukewarm lips trailed over his neck and then returned to his mouth again. He felt sharp teeth nip but not bite at his lips. Was Angelus teasing him? Why didn’t he bite?
The room was permeated with grunts, moans, slurps and the scent of sex. Xander’s senses were assaulted with the ripe smell of cum, the thick leather cushioning his body and the constant, insinuating voice of the demon. His tied hands scrabbled uselessly at the material beneath him, clutching the cowskin in both fists until he thought he’d tear it to pieces. A particularly fierce push and he reared upward. “Angelus!”
“Yeah, that’s it, Xander. Let it all out.” The demon rotated his hips in an easy circle, touching every part of Xander’s inner walls, and grinned as Xander gave a garbled cry. He ground deeper, tilting up the boy’s hips so that the magical spot inside was prodded hard with every stroke. The passage fluttered and clamped hard around him and the demon purred.

Angelus peered at his face closely, waiting for the approaching crisis. The wet open mouth, the high keening cries and the red blood his preternaturally sharp eyes could see washing over his chest were a goad to his senses. William may have known what he had in mind but Xander didn’t have a clue. The boy’s legs tightened a fraction, a minute trembling worked its way over Xander’s body and he stilled as he began cumming.
William was hard again. He couldn’t help it as he watched Angelus fucking Alexander with that devastating finesse. But he was terrified for he recognized the gleam in his Sire’s eyes. He wanted to shout a warning as Angelus’s ridges reappeared but the gag hindered his efforts. Then he moaned in anguish as the demon yanked Xander up by his shoulders and crunched into the boy’s neck.
As his orgasm swept over him, Xander was momentarily unaware of the change in his position. But the tearing pain from Angelus’s fangs broke through the cloud surrounding him. It ripped through him, worse than anything he’d ever known, and he screamed.
But agony faded, replaced almost at once by ecstasy so sharp, it burned like fire. A shuddering moan tore from his throat and he surrendered to the exhilaration coursing through his frame. That icy cock was plowing him, reaching so deep into his inner core he was certain it was coming out of his mouth. He swiveled upwards, up into the cold fangs burning into his neck.
Xander hadn’t thought it would be like this and sobs, curses and wild pleas tore from his throat as rapture flooded his body. He arched his neck farther, allowing Angelus a better hold, and his eyes slid shut as he moaned, “Oh god. Yes. Angelus. Yes.”
William watched helplessly, the tears pouring down his cheeks. He knew what the boy was feeling as the warm body quivered, enfolded in Angelus’s embrace. The ecstasy, the sheer all-encompassing bliss would steal through Xander’s veins. He’d die, bathed in euphoria, uncaring that the demon was draining his life away.
Angelus was oblivious, caught in mind-numbing giddiness as the rich blood erupted in his mouth. He’d learned from long experience just how much the sanguine fluid flowing in human veins could change with their emotions. From the salty rush of adrenaline, the sweetness of fear and the utter delectability of satisfied lust: human blood had everything to offer and then some. A body in the throes of cumming tasted like nothing else. It had spice and the donut boy was full of it. Mmmmm. He’s even sweeter than William. Must be all those chocolate sugary treats.
The banging muscle in Xander’s chest sped the flow across his tongue and Angelus moaned into his neck at the delicious flavor. The boy was cumming steadily, too, his cock jetting semen until his lap and the demon’s were coated with it. The scent of gore and cum fueled his lust. He pumped into the firm ass, preferring to put off his own orgasm until he’d milked Xander’s for all he was worth. He worked his fangs in and out of the throat, relishing the body writhing enticingly within his arms and the mortal’s joyful screams.
A shove against his side rocked him and he lifted his head, growling in irritation. Oh, right, William was still there. The blond had collapsed on the floor beside him, his tearstained face locked on the boy in his grip. Angelus scowled at him and then shrugged. “Relax, William. I wasn’t gonna drain him. Not completely anyway.”
Angelus gave a few more powerful thrusts and then spent into the sweet ass. He stayed still a moment, relishing the tremors fading through his own body. Then he licked the wounds to seal them and let Xander slide from his arms. He lowered the body with exaggerated care onto the coat, deep harsh breaths puffing from between the boy’s slack lips.
William eyed the brunette fearfully. It was hard to tell in the insufficient light but Xander’s skin didn’t have the telltale blue tinge of a vampire’s dying victim. Angelus had only taken a little, after all. Not enough to kill or to turn. Thank God.
“You’ve been such a good boy, William. Time for your reward.” Angelus pulled him up easily, the young Englishman light as a feather in his hands. The blood from two strong, young males was coursing through his system. He thought he could go toe to toe with ten Buffys now. Or hip to hip. Yeah, that’d be real fun. What the hell am I doing with these guys anyway when I should be with her?
Fucking bitch! The treacherous thoughts of her kept intruding, spoiling his fun. Well, William was going to make up for that right now. He dragged him over to the shaking body and forced him down between Xander’s legs. “I said I’d let you have him if you behaved. Go for it.”
He didn’t want to have Xander in this state when the boy was exhausted and practically insensible. But Angelus began stroking the sagging body purposefully, pinching the nipples and flicking the soft cock until Xander stirred. The dark orbs flickered open and locked on his own wet face. “W-William?” His eyes rolled to the side seeking the demon that had so very recently pleasured him and he whispered, “Angelus.”
William hated that note in his voice, the one that signaled desire and longing. Angelus was planning to make Xander his thrall. If that happened, he would kill the boy himself or find some way to take him far away from Angelus’s clutches.
The familiar smirk crossed the demon’s face and he gestured at the blond kneeling over Xander. “Okay, Xander. Now that you’re well and truly opened up, I thought I’d let your boyfriend here have a go.” He stared meaningfully at William and stepped around the prone form crumpled on his leather coat. But William’s cock hung flaccid between his legs. Unlike Angelus, he couldn’t get off on the idea of taking Xander like this.
Sensing his hesitation, Angelus tsk tsked and raised the brunette so that he rested against his own wide chest. “Look at him, William. Look at us. Aren’t we practically a pair? Give him a few years and he could grow up as tall and powerful as me. Not as handsome, of course, but I’m pretty stiff competition. Speaking of stiff…” He grinned and wrapped his fist around little Xander. His tongue flicked almost negligently against the sealed punctures on the boy’s throat and Xander cried out, his cock stiffening immediately in Angelus’s hand.
His hand made its easy way up and down the length. “I never let you take me back in the day, William. But Xander here would be the next best thing.” Xander’s cock swelled in his hand and he watched as William’s cock at last took an interest, the flesh filling with blood, growing longer and reddening in the moonlight.
Angelus laid the boy back onto the leather and reached down, spreading his legs. The move brought his face right into William’s and, taking off the gag once more, their lips met in a torrid kiss. Even now, on the verge of taking his dear Xander once more, William couldn’t resist his Master, his Sire. Angelus’s cool hands cupped his face and there was that damnable sensitivity that he mixed so artfully with his brutality. Angelus nipped his plump lower lip, enjoying the tremor that rippled through William. Then he moved away, mutely drawing William to rest on Xander’s body.
William gazed into Xander’s eyes, so close they blotted out everything around them. He felt as if he were being swallowed by that unfocused stare. “Angelus. C-could you please untie my hands? I want to hold him.”
The demon pretended to consider it. But he hadn’t existed as long as he had by being a fool. “No, I don’t think so. Not part of the deal. But I’ll untie his if it’ll make you feel better.” He proceeded to do just that, knowing that Xander was too weak to make any kind of effectual struggle.
The brunette’s hands came up dreamily to pull on William’s shoulders. Down he fell to land on Xander’s lips and he lost himself in that dear mouth. The tongues darted, teased and licked. The lean swimmer’s legs that he’d admired--was it only two days ago?--wound around him and he eased into that well-greased hole.
William sighed at how his cock was drawn in as if Xander meant to capture him and never let him go. He’d been denied the privilege of taking the boy’s virginity but he was inside him at last and he would cherish this moment always, no matter what followed. “Xander,” he gasped. His hips thrust forward, the swelling dick under him trapped and rippling against bel belly.
“William. God, you feel…fuck me…good…better.” Surprise and delight flew over Xander’s face; William wondered what his own expressed. They undulated together, gasps of happy shock bursting from each other. Here was completion. Here was joy shared, taken and given equally. William forgot the Watcher, forgot his Sire, forgot the flaring itch on his throat that hadn’t faded since he’d been captured. He rocked his hips faster, thrusting into the heated cocoon that quivered and clenched around him.

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