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Father and Son	By : Figlio Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Trying to make things better with Connor, Angel is tricked in to making things a whole lot worse.

Warnings: All the bad things. Slash, non-con, blood play, incest and more.

Characters: Angel, Connor, Justine, and Wesley.

Pairing Angel/Connor, Connor/Wesley

This fiction tries to stay true to the nature of the canon relationships where under normal circumstances these characters would never have sex. What would change this? Only the most desperate and tragic of circumstances.

Remember this is fantasy and fiction. Usual disclaimers apply.

Father and Son

Connor sat on the edge of the bed his elbows resting on his knee. The blue glow from a flickering television highlighted the soft features of his face while the long silky brown strands of his hair fluttered in the breeze from an open window. His skin glittered with the sweat that was customary in a Los Angeles heat wave. He wore a plain white vest and badly worn blue jeans that he had found in a charity shop. There was a loud and insistent knocking on the door of the motel room. Connor jumped and ran to open the door.

“Hi baby” said Justine.

“Have you got it?” asked Conner, almost breathless.

“It’s right here” she replied, waving a brown paper bag in Connor’s face.

Connor snatched the bag and ran over to the bed and turned the bag upside down, spilling the contents. Three dull pink pills landed on the rough grey blanket.

“Will they work?”

“Sure, Holtz made use of them whenever he needed to get information out of someone, quickly”

“So, they will make him tell the truth”

“He won’t be able to stop himself from revealing his true “nature” Justine smiled when she said this.

“So I just slip this into his drink and he will just answer any question I ask and will be unable to lie” “That’s what is says on the box. Even Angelus will be unable

to resist it”.

An hour had passed and Connor was sitting alone on the edge of the bed again. The room was unchanged except for two dirty glasses of wine that sat innocently next to the bed. Then there was a gentle knock on the door. Connor got up slowly and moved to the door, wiping his sweaty palms on the sides of his jeans. He took a long deep breath before reaching for the handle and opening the door.

“Hi Dad” He said.

Angel smiled as he waited to be invited in. He was patient even though he did not need to be invited into a motel room. Father and son circled each other silently watching for signs of emotion on the others face.

“Thank you for coming” said Connor.

“Thanks for asking me. That had to be the first move you know. You asking to see me”

“I know Dad, I felt we needed to talk, to get things straightened out before we let anybody know I’m coming back to the Hyperion.”

Angel looked at his son only the watery glow of his eyes betrayed any emotion. Angel’s face was frozen in fear, fear of frightening Connor away.

“I got us something to drink” Connor pointed to the glasses beside the bed.

Angel watched Conner carefully pick the glasses up, bring them over and almost force the taller glass into his father’s hand.

Angel held the glass tightly as he became aware that Connor was watching him intently. Trying hard to be a courteous guest Angel drank down the muddy red drink in one go. The wine was dry and the bitter aftertaste still seemed to be coating his tongue when the glass had been drained. Connor kicked back his own drink and indicated for Angel to sit down.

Angel sat on a shaky stool at the foot of the bed where Connor again perched himself. Angel felt very conscious of Connor’s searching gaze trying to read even the slightest motion of his fathers face.

“Connor, I know you did nothing to Cordy. You were misled by Justine and were not responsible for what happened.”

Connor remained silent but kept listening and watching.

“You were lied to, if you had known the truth things would have been different”

“Yes” said Connor “I need to know the truth”

“Everything I have told you has been true but if I have learnt anything from events with Wesley it is the importance of forgiv….” Angel suddenly stopped speaking.

“For..for..” he tried to continue but the pain in his head was overpowering.

He clasped his head and fell to his knees in front of his son. Connor watched impassively as he slowly raised himself from the bed and stood over Angel who was now curled up on the floor, crying in pain.

“Is it painful?” asked Connor “Is it as painful as the wounds you bit into my fathers neck”

The pain in his head crippled Angel but he forced out the words through clenched teeth.

“I did not kill Holtz”

“We’ll see, the drug will soon take effect and you will face the truth of you actions”

“Drug?” questioned Angel “What have you done to me?”

“The drink was drugged, with a truth drug. Aren’t you happy to show me your real face”

Angel looked up at Connor. The pain had disappeared and had been replaced by a smile. His heavy brow was developing and his teeth sharpened. Connor looked in horror at Angel, now in full vampire guise as his tongue shot out and licked his canine teeth.

“Hey son, I’m happy to show you my real face.” Angel stood suddenly.

“Perfectly happy”.

* * * *

Justine turned away once she had seen Angel enter the 2nd floor motel room. What happened now did not concern her, she had kept her promise to Holtz. She zipped up her leather jacket and strode down the freeway in the opposite direction the traffic.

Twenty minutes later Justine pushed though the doors of a drugstore and moved purposefully towards the rows of alcohol. She examined them carefully and picked up a bottle of Scotch whisky. Clasping the bottle under her arm she started to rummage through her pockets for any change she could find. She almost did not notice the cold press of steel against her throat until she heard the voice, the English voice.

“Nice to see you again Justine” said Wesley.

Wesley stood across alley form Justine, out of reach but in total control, his gun hidden in the pocket of his raincoat but obviously trained on the red headed woman.

“Hey Wes, is that a gun in you pocket or are you just ..”

“I’m not here for your unquestionable stand up skills Justine” interrupted Wesley “I want to know why you were watching Angel and Connor”

“Why were you watching me?”

“Because Justine I do not trust you”

“I had the same reason”

“For some reason I don’t believe you. Somehow I think you are omitting something. Perhaps we should go and find out in person, now move”

* * * *

Connor stood frozen by uncertainty. He had expected the drug to reveal the true nature of this beast within his father, but not like this.

“Looks like daddy needs to spank sonny boy” smiled Angelus.

When Angelus moved Connor tried to get out of the way but the glass in his fathers hand stuck against Connor’s jaw and shattered in to pieces.

“How sad, with a glass jaw like that you’ll never be the next Tyson. Daddy is so disappointed”

Angelus lurched forward and pushed his son hard against the wall. Connor tried to resist but could not break from his fathers grasp. Angelus’s nail cut deeper into the soft flesh of Connor’s arms while the boy continued to struggle.

“Can’t understand why you can’t get away, Ha. Daddy always held back before, he didn’t want to hurt his precious bundle”. Angelus licked his teeth,

“Not a problem anymore” he whispered in Connor’s ear before sinking his teeth into his neck.

Angelus pressed his body hard against Connor. He could feel the boy’s heart slowing against his own chest as he gulped down the rich warm blood. As the boy’s blood slowed Angelus’s began to speed up, pulsing around his body, warming every organ. He felt his penis begin to swell and press against Connor’s thigh.

Angelus broke away and looked into the semiconscious eyes of his victim.

“Enough” he said, blood pouring from his red lips.

“I don’t want to kill you, Yet”

He threw the boy onto the bed. Connor was still moving but he had lost a lot of blood and was seriously weakened. He tried to raise himself on his elbow but his strength failed him and he fell back his eyes rolling. Angelus looked appreciatively at his handy work. The boy had a gaping wound on his throat from whish blood continues ticklickle. Angelus had never been the tidiest of feeders and the blood that had flowed down the boy’s body was now soaking in to his white vest. Angelus leant over Connor and took the sodden material of the vest between his teeth. With a single motion her tore the vest from Connor’s body with his teeth.

Connor now laid prone, the soft bare flesh of his chest caked in his own blood. Angelus removed his long black coat and threw it across the room. He then turned his attention to the rest of Connor’s clothing and almost tenderly removed the Jeans and underwear. He stood looking at the trembling body of his son. The top half of his body was smeared in blood but from his pubic hair down his skin was like polished marble, pure and clean. Angelus leaned over his son again and grasped the boy’s legs by the knees and wrapped them around his own waist. His tongue lashed out and lapped at the blood pooled in-between Connor’s erect nipples. Balancing himself with his right hand Angelus reached down to the top of his own pants with his left. After a little fumbling he managed to release his cock, it was hard and throbbing from the new warm blood running through his veins. The very same blood that had only moments before flowed though the veins of the boy he was now about to defile.

Angelus spat in to his cupped hand a mixture of saliva and Connor’s blood. He used his left hand to explore between the boy’s legs, searching for the tight warm hole. His fingers found the fleshy rosebud and using the blood/saliva mix lubricated the hole before pressing two fingers deep inside. Even though the boy had lost a large amount of blood Angelus could feel the warmth of this living body clenching around his fingers as the sphincter muscles tightened and tried to resist the fingers pressing deep inside. Angelus spread his fingers and massaged the tender walls of Connor’s anus. Connor tried to move again, he used his arms to try and pull himself away but Angelus used his body to weigh down on his son, his face now hovering over Connors. He pressed his mouth to the lips of the younger man and forced his tongue through the soft pink lips. Connor again to tried resist but the force of Angelus’s kiss was too strong. Angelus explored Connor’s mouth with his tongue while his fingers reached deep inside his anus reaching for and stimulating the prostate. Connor jerked, his movements seemed lose and involuntary. Angelus drew away from the kiss and looked deep into his son’s eyes. The boy’s lips were moving he was trying to talk. The voice was a whisper and would have been inaudible to anyone but a vampire.

“No, please don’t”

Angelus smiled at the pitiful plea and spat in Connor’s eye.

“Time for the real fun to begin darling, daddy’s gunna fuck you till there’s nothing left” he replied.

Connor sighed, or was it a cry, as Angelus snapped out his fingers. Angelus positioned himself carefully and pressed the swollen head of his cock against the warm flesh of Connor’s butt hole. He ran the tender opening of at the tip of his penis across the now loosened opening. The friction caused a tremble to race up Angelus spine, he bit his lip to draw blood. He mixed his own blood with what was left of Connors in his mouth. The two traces of blood merged with his saliva and began to fill his mouth. With a great reach he spat the mix out of his mouth into his hand. He took the thick fluid and smeared it around his erect penis. He began to stoke it, spreading the fluid all over his swollen flesh.

There was no further need for delay. The saliva mix was sufficient lubricant and Angelus pressed deep inside, his hard cock pushing past the tightening muscles of the anus wall. Connor gasped again, his eyes and mouth opening in some unreadable terror.

“Son, this is what fatherly love is all about” whispered Angelus to the boy as he arched his back and started pumping into him.

At first the motion was slow and deliberate but Angelus clenched his teeth and began to increase to pace. Connor’s legs swung limply around the vampire’s waist as the pumping motion continued to speed up. With tremendous ferocity Angelus began to thrust as hard and as fast as his preternatural strength could manage. Connor’s body was shaking with the power of the motion. Although his body’s supernatural healing was beginning to take effect he would take some hours to fully heal himself. For the time being all the healing achieved was to make him more aware of the tortures that were assailing his racing mind and bruised body.

Angelus looked at Connor’s face and could read the raising awareness. Connor managed to move his head so he could look into his father’s eyes. They were face to face and eye to eye again as tears began to escape form the corner of Connor’s eyes. Angelus roared like a beast possessed as he approached climax. His face began to crease up as he felt the tightening around his crotch. Angelus deliberately kept eye contact as with a sudden release he shot a full load of cum deep into his son’s bowls.

* * * *

Justine was marching back down the freeway towards the motel. Wesley was following at a distance, far enough back to look like he was not with her but close enough to get of a shot if she tried to run.

“I think you have made a grave miscalculation, Angel will never hurt Connor”

“I would not be to sure of that” replied Justine.

“Angel loves his son he will never allow anybody to harm him”

“I’m sure he told that girlfriend of his the same before he started killing her friends”

“What do you mean?”

“Well he loved her and still managed to get a kick out of torturing her”

“But then he was Angelus”

“I know, what a fun guy”

Wesley pulled Justine round to face him.

“What have you done?”

“I helped Connor with a father’s day gift”

“Explain, NOW” Wesley was clearly loosing patience.

“Connor wanted to know the truth about what happened to Holtz, he wanted a truth drug to give Angel and force him to tell him the truth”

“But Angel has never lied about that, you know that better than anybody”

“Precisely why I couldn’t let it happen, so I substituted the pills for something else”

Wesley removed the gun from his pocket and pressed it against Justine’s jaw. He ground his teeth as he tried to suppress the anger swelling inside him.

“Listen carefully now Justine you have one last change to tell me what you have done before I paint you brains across that wall”

Justine looked carefully at Wesley she could see he was very close to pulling the trigger.

“Let’s just say the pill I switched will give him a real high, make him happy. Perfectly happy in fact”

Wesley took a second to take this in. He had seen the effect a “happy pill” could have on Angel. The effect would be temperary but would last long enough for the risen Angelus to do some real damage. He grabbed Justine’s arm and dragged her towards the motel as fast a he could run.

* * * * *

Angelus stood over Connor, smiling as he refastened his pants. Connor was beginning to get his strength back and was able to move again. He was however still very weak and could only drag himself across the bed on his elbows. He would manage to move a couple of feet before he would start to collapse in tears. A little time would pass and then he would start to move again. Angelus stepped back and watched the show smiling to himself with grim satisfaction.

Connor could feel his fathers gaze against his back. Through the mists of fear and horror that clouded his mind a firm determination began to assert itself. Slowly and carefully he raised himself up on his arms and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He lost track of how long it took him but he raised himself up. At first he wavered but finally he found himself standing. He turned to face his father with defiance written over his face despite his awareness of his own naked vulnerability.

Angelus looked at his son, following the contours of his body with his eyes. From his bare feet up his bloodied torso to the soft but firm features of his face.

“Daddy’s so proud of you sonny boy”

Connor opened his mouth to speak but no noise came out. He seemed stuck in a perpetual stammer. Then the silence was broken by a creak on the stairs leading up to the second floor of the motel. Angelus looked towards the door, his smile growing with anticipation.

“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman” he said.

* * * * *

Wesley still had a firm grip of Justine’s arm as he clasped the handle of the hotel room and gently turned the handle. He pushed the door open and then pulling hun bun back out of his pocket he pointed it into the room. The room was dark the only light coming from a flickering TV screen. Wesley looked towards the bed in horror, there standing silently his lips quivering was Connor. The boy was naked and covered in blood but as Wesley moved towards Connor he felt a hand grab his wrist. The hand pulled hard and threw Wesley across the room pulling Justine behind him. Landing with a thud against the opposite wall Wesley tried to rebalance, it was then he noticed that he no longer had hold of Justine or his gun. The door was slammed shut by a figure that appeared to have a hold of Justine by the neck. As the figure moved into the light of the TV Wesley looked into the cold eyes of Angelus.

“Hey Wes, how’s it hanging”

Angelus swung Justine suspended from one hand her face was blank, her eyes rolling. Wesley saw the gaping wound in her neck and the blood trickling across her shoulder.

“Don’t worry Wes old man, she’s not dead, where’d the fun be in that”

Angelus held the bottle of Scotch that Justine had been carrying up to his face.

“Scotch whisky, Wes that simply isn’t good enough. I never settle for anything but Irish”

Angelus swung the bottle across the room and it collided hard with Wesley’s head shattering in a shower of whisky, glass and blood. The Englishman slid down the wall to the floor ending up perched like a ventriloquists dummy. Connor turned to look at the unconscious Wesley and then returned his gaze to his father. Angelus met the gaze and ran his tongue across the wound of Justine’s neck.

“She’s nearly empty and a moment from death” said Angelus.

The vampire put his wrist to his mouth and bit deep. His blood began to seep across his hand.

“Justine has two futures ahead of her Connor and which one she follows is up to you. Option one I put my wrist to her mouth and let her drink hey hey presto instant vampire. Option two I drop her and leave. You may still have enough time to call and ambulance and save her”

“Wha…wh..” stuttered Connor.

“What do you have to do?” Angelus smirked.

“What you have to do is walk over to Wesley there, open his pants, take out his cock and suck him dry. Just imagine it’s Justine’s neck”

Connor’s lip trembled with pain and disgust, he wanted to charge across the room and snap his father’s neck but he was barely strong enough to keep on his feet. Justine let out a small whimper, was she trying to speak it sounded like “sorry”.

Connor fell to his knees and crawled across the floor to Wesley. He looked back at Angelus and Justine. Angelus held his wrist close to Justine’s face. Connor had endured many horrors in his short life, he had grown up in a hell dimension and suffered many terrors. But his moment of degradation was the closest he had ever come to despair. He promised himself that he would apologise to Wesley and kill his father.

Angelus purred as he watched Connor’s trembling hands unfasten the buttons of Wesley’s jeans and reach inside. The Englishman’s penis was uncircumcised and Connor pulled back the foreskin to reveal the pink head. Connor leant against Wesley’s stomach and took the flaccid member into his mouth. He held down Wesley’s testicles with one hand and supported the soft penis as it tried to fall from his mouth with the other.

Connor watched Angelus out of the corner of his eye as he sucked hard on Wesley’s cock. Connor knew that the sooner the unconscious Wesley ejaculated the sooner Angelus would leave satisfied so that Connor could call the Ambulance. Connor tried to draw hard on the penis, he used his tongue to tease the head but Wesley remained flaccid. Connor had one last trick to try, he removed his hand from Wesley’s balls and wiped it against his chest, picking up traces of his own blood on the way. He slipped his hand inside Wesley’s jeans and under his balls. He explored between Wesley’s buttocks with his bloodied fingers and found the entry to his anus. Using the blood as lube he slipped his finger in and began to massage Wesley inside his butt.

Wesley began to stir, his torso twisting with the stimulation. Connor began to draw his lips over Wesley’s cock ever faster while he continued to probe deep into him with his finger. Wesley was slowly waking as his cock hardened in Connors mouth.

“Fred” whispered Wesley.

With a sigh Wesley began to respond to Connor’s mouth. He began to tremble as the friction of Connor’s throat rubbed against the now engorged head of his penis. With convulsions a thick spurt of semen shot deep into Connor’s mouth and throat. Wesley’s eye finally reopened and he looked down towards Connor.

“No” he cried pulling away as fast as he could.

“Oh Connor No, why?” he screamed.

Connor looked back at Wesley, his eyes were vacant and a trickle of cum ran from the corner of his mouth as he indicated across the room with his face.

Wesley turned to look in the direction Connor had indicated and knew the answer.

Angelus stood there laughing heartily as he dropped Justine’s body to the floor. He began to clap his hands.

“Bravo, bravo, I’d ask for an encore but I don’t have much time left”.

Angelus fell to his knees and clasped his head with his hands. He began to scream violently.

Angel looked up and surveyed the devastation around him. The broken bodies of his son and his former best friend lay across the room from him their faces the definition of accusation. Wesley was crawling forward towards him while Connor lay against the wall his harrowed gaze fixed on the floor. Angel looked at Justine, her breath slowing. At first he did not know what had happened and then he remembered.

The cry of despair could be heard for a mile.
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