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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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Then a heavy weight settled on his back and a strangled gasp wrenched from his lips. His head twisted back to meet Angelus’s flat-eyed stare. “Don’t mind me, William. Just carry on with your fun.” The massive cock plunged into his ass as Angelus planted his trunk-like arms on either side of Xander’s head.
There was no gentleness this time. William was being battered and speared with every forceful lunge as if Angelus meant to fuck him through the concrete. He was thrust forward into his love with the same rapidity, powerless to control or ease up on the pace. Xander gave short, choked cries with every thrust, his legs flopping, his shoulders inching across the floor. Only the protective leather under him prevented his skin from being scraped raw.
The blond loathed his helplessness. He should have known Angelus wouldn’t be content to let him alone enjoy the boy. He shut his eyes and tried to discount the cock penetrating him. Let him focus on Alexander’s pleasure and his alone.
But it was impossible. The demon’s fucking was fierce but not enough to overwhelm the pleasure it gave. He was being caught in the dual pleasures of fucking and being fucked and moans flew out of him with each motion. Angelus’s downward movements became harder still until he felt as if he were being drilled into the floor. Another push and Xander cried out, clasping William’s shoulders. The high schooler’s eyes opened and he met Angelus’s bottomless gaze. He reached up with his legs to stroke the demon’s legs, straining to bring the vampire closer.
Oh no. Please don’t let it happen already. Feeling Alexander’s attempts caused William to despair. Experienced creatures of the night like Dracula could create a thrall with one look and a few words. Other vamps had to work at it and it took them time, effort and considerable brutality. Angelus had always hated the notion of willing victims and had never seemed interested so William had hoped he lacked the ability. Now it appeared he wanted to put his former Childe and one of Buffy’s friends on a leash. Once again, William felt tears welling to the surface.
Then he was pulled back and up, away from Alexander. Before he could divine the vampire’s intentions, those fangs were re-inserted and all inner protest vanished. At once, unholy frenzy poured into him. He could feel Angelus’s unbridled joy, his own fierce delight, and the warmth of the spasming body beneath him.
Yes, Alexander was cumming. Through the haze of lust, he saw Alexander’s sperm splashing on a chest already shining with chilled sweat and dried seed. He groaned, unable to hold back, and let the demon cradle his shaking frame.
Ah yes, there it was, that luscious tremor throughout the body, the submission that Spike would never give him unless he’d practically beaten him to a pulp. Angelus gathered some of the pearly, warm fluid shooting from Xander’s cock and held it up to William’s lips. The blond lapped eagerly at his sticky fingers, his hips jerked forward and he began cumming in the blistering hole that had been gripping Angelus just minutes ago.
The fluttering heartbeats of two enslaved victims were like a symphony. Angelus couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun with human beings. Having Buffy patrolling in Sunnydale had severely curtailed his fun. But with his former Childe and the donut boy around, things were definitely looking up.
Indeed, the pleasure was spiraling inside him, turning into a kind of burning. Strange--the burning wasn’t in his cock. It was higher and, in a moment, a searing pain lodged in his chest. His entire body began to convulse and he wrenched his teeth from William’s neck, his fangs grinding from the anguish.
“Fuck!” What was going on? The burning intensified and his whole form went rigid. With another convulsion he collapsed, his cock dropping out of William’s ass. Freed from his Sire’s fangs, the bliss fell away from William, leaving him with a devastating sense of loss. He fell forward onto Alexander, crying out with the shock. The two mortals lay together, both coming down from the intense orgasms.
Without Angelus and William coaxing him to excitement, the chill of the crypt rushed back with a vengeance and Xander shivered violently. He looked up at William and noted with concern the blood still trickling from his neck. “William? Are you okay? Wh-what happened?”
“I’m not sure.” He looked back and saw Angelus writhing on the cold floor. What was happening to his Sire? “Angelus?”
Angelus was caught up by an unstoppable force that gripped and tore at the edges of his consciousness. He was being pushed down into darkness and before it overwhelmed him completely he howled in rage. “BUFFY!”
“Buffy?” The vampire sat up groggily and looked around at them. His brow wrinkled as he took in their nudity and his own. “Spike? Xander? What’s going on?” Then his eyes snapped onto William. “Spike? What the hell? You’re--human?”
“Angel,” William said flatly. He saw the familiar kindness in the vampire’s coal black eyes. Then sheer horror filled them as his memory came flooding back.
He ran his eyes over them, noting the bloody wounds and the flushed state of their bodies. He scrabbled away and slammed against the wall, groaning in horror. “Oh god. Oh no.”
William smothered his own pain, pushed it far down inside him, and spoke as coldly as he could to the cringing figure. “Look, Angel or Angelus or whoever you are. We don’t have time for this. Xander’s seriously hurt here and I’m not feeling too well myself. So please untie me now. Feel free to wallow in self-pity later.”
For a moment, it didn’t seem as if Angel had heard him. Then he stood up and began casting about for clothing. William and Xander’s clothes had been discarded behind a stone grave. He untied William, wordlessly handed the garments to him and then dressed himself as the Englishman dressed the boy. William tried to lift Xander when it became obvious the Scooby couldn’t move on his own. But he staggered under the teenager’s greater weight and looked mutely at Angel for help.
Xander divined his intention and twisted in his grip. “Oh no. I don’t want him touching me.” That wasn’t true; at the thought of the vampire’s hands over his flesh, Xander could feel his heart beating faster in his chest with excitement. He simply wanted more than anything to resist the vampire’s new hold on him.
“Alexander, please. I understand your feelings better than you know. But I’m merely human and you’re far too heavy for me to shift you on my own. We need his help.”
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Without a word, Angel came forward and tucked Xander’s arm around his neck. They stepped forward until William halted in alarm. “Wait. Angelus said there were minions waiting outside.”
Angel lifted his head and sniffed. “I’m not sensing any vampires nearby.” The blond’s jaw flexed. Of course. That had all been a ruse. Clever Angelus; he’d known only the threat of minions would be enough to cow two mortals lacking his keen sense of smell.
“Well, let’s get going then. I like camping outdoors as much as anyone. But sleeping in a crypt is not this Boy Scout’s dream come true.” Angel was glad to hear the return of Xander’s trademark humor. But he could hear the bitterness and hysteria lying underneath it and knew the boy was in for a rough time.
He had only a very confused memory of what had happened to him. But Angelus’s memories were starting to impinge on his mind and he inwardly shied in dread. He hadn’t felt like this since the gypsies had given him his soul back so many years ago. Was that what had happened to him? Outside the crypt, he saw Xander lift his head and take deep, gulping breaths of the clean air. He couldn’t ask Xander; the boy hated him with a passion and he was going to be traumatized enough by what had happened in that tomb. Best to get him to Buffy’s and hope he got away before she staked him.
Xander twisted slightly in his grip. “Wait a sec. Where’s William?”
Angel glanced around. “I thought he was on your other side, holding you up.”
“Yes, he was.” Xander’s head bobbed back and forth wildly. Oh shit, not again. He did not want to be left alone in Angel’s clutches. “William? WILLIAM!!!”

The author settled back, fingers laced together, and cracked a big smile. “Well, I think it’s about time to bring this baby home. Next chapter, ‘Decisions, Decisions.’ “

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