Title: Acrylic Dreams (8/?)
Author: Foxhunt2blue
Summary: Written for the FG Anniversary
Edition Challenge #30. AU Universe where
Angel is a reclusive artist and William is a young writer
determined to write a book about an artist who should
be older than he appears.
Rating: NC-17 (all over rating)
Pairing: Angel/Spike, Angel/William
Disclaimer: Our wonderful Joss created them I had
nothing to do with it—wish I had. Frankly, the boys
would be a lot happier with me as their mama! *web
Feedback: Please feed the baby slash ho' cause she can
be quite pathetic. She cries all night if she doesn't get
her daily dose of feedback. *giggle
E-mail: foxhunter2blue@peoplepc.com
 
You can find previous chapters at the following link on
my LJ:
 
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=angelstart&keyword=Acrylic+Dreams+Series&filter=all
 
***
 
"No."
 
Spike's sharp eyes filled with a fury that boiled beneath
the surface, ready to explode any moment. "No?"
 
"You heard me." Angel turned away from the accusing
cold blue stare. "You're dead."
 
Suddenly Spike reached out pushing Angel backward
off the bed with a growl. "Dead? Dead is it now? And if
I'm dead you soddin' git then why am I here?"
 
Scrambling to his feet Angel growled in his throat. "I
don't know..." his eyes flashed amber as he turned
from the pale man in his bed.
 
"Bloody slayer took me from you." Spike snarled
softly. "Yanked me from you and our life!"
 
Angel's shoulders slumped as he leaned against the
mantle, staring into the flickering fire. "Aye..." he
whispered softly, "...that she did." He jerked at the feel
of William's warm arms encircling his waist. "Don't."
 
A warm pliant body molded itself to his back and the
single tear that had been trembling on Angel's lashes
finally fell. He could feel the gentle beating of
William's heart against his spine and it made the tears
fall faster, trembling in the firelight like tiny jewels
against his pale face.
 
"Don't cry, pet. I'm sorry...was wrong of me to
demand what I did."
 
Gentle lips pressed against the ridge of his spine
beneath the worn cotton of his tee shirt. For one
horrifying moment the thought of taking William over
did cross Angel's mind, but this wasn't Spike, not the
one he'd loved. He pulled away from the warm body
behind him and paced back to the bed.
 
"Go back to where you came from."
 
"Don't think so, luv."
 
Angel turned to look at the man who had shattered his
fragile glass house into a pile of silver splinters. "I think
that whatever you were...whoever you were---it's in
the past. Go and forget this place---forget me."
 
Spike pouted. "Thought you loved me."
 
"I do...I did...shit..." Angel swallowed hard, his gaze
dropping to the floor.
 
"Then why do you want me to go? Is it because of
him?"
 
Angel's head jerked up, his dark eyes dilated, and
glistening with tears. "You're a dream Spike...a ghost
from my past. There's no place for you now."
 
One dark brow arched as Spike moved across the room
to where Angel stood. "That so? You know I felt it."
 
"What?" Angel choked out between dry lips.
 
"Your heart...breakin' when that bitch staked me. I was
there still, my soul, and then...whoosh!" Spike flung
his hand out in a wild gesture, his eyes glittering in the
candlelight. "It was dark, warm like fresh blood. I tried
to remember you...remember us, but the bleedin'
bastards locked it away." His voice fell to a faint
whisper.
 
Clutching his hands over his ears Angel began shaking
his head furiously. "It's not possible...not possible..."
 
"That what you think, pet?" Spike's voice was even
softer, warm silk against Angel's skin. "I kept fighting
to remember...to come back, but it was hard. Just
seconds here and there. Then I came here...saw you on
the beach and it all came rushing back."
 
"No...no..." Angel whimpered closing his eyes against
the vision of his dead lover.
 
"Yes, baby...Spike's back."
 
Angel jerked back at the feel of warm breath on his ear,
his eyes growing wide. "This isn't possible."
 
A soft smirk curled Spike's lips. "Neither were we...
vamps with souls, but we existed." His hand slid down
Angel's chest, fingers circling his nipple beneath the
soft cotton. "I missed you, luv. Make love to me..."
 
His lips were so soft, so sweet as he took Angel's
mouth in a lingering kiss. Drawing back Angel looked
into those bottomless pools of blue and sucked in an
unneeded breath.
 
"Yes..." Angel whispered.
 
***
 
Harris sat at his desk chewing his lip thoughtfully as he
read over the files on the two previous murders. There
was something gnawing at his gut that he didn't want to
accept.
 
Two small puncture wounds.
 
Bodies empty of all their blood.
 
Cursing beneath his breath he pushed the chair back
and stood, running his fingers through his dark, shaggy
hair. He felt like he was in the middle of a horror movie
and that didn't bode well for his little town.
 
"Has to be some freak that thinks he's a vampire." He
whispered to the empty room.
 
"Not really, Harris."
 
He turned on his heel, gun in hand, to see Doyle leaning
in his office door. "What the hell is up with the creep-
ing, Doyle?!"
 
Doyle lit up a cigarette and contemplated the glowing
tip with a frown. He really did need to quit 'again', he
thought. "Not creeping...I needed to talk to you in
private."
 
"So talk." Harris sighed as he slumped in his chair.
 
"Ain't a freak...it is a vampire. Thing is I'm not sure
where this one came from." Doyle exhaled a cloud of
silvery blue smoke, his gaze following the motion as it
curled to the ceiling and dissipated.
 
Harris' dark brows rose comically as he stood almost
flipping his chair over in the process. "What the hell do
you mean---this one??" His fist clenched around the
butt of his revolver.
 
Lowering his gaze Doyle shrugged. "Hate to break the
news to you Xander, but we already had one here.
'Course he wasn't a threat so..." his words trailed off as
he smirked in amusement.
 
"This is fucking crazy! There are no such things as
vampires!"
 
There was a sudden flash of eerie blue light and both
men turned to see what could only be called a portal
opening in the middle of the office. Harris aimed his
gun at the liquid flow of energy, his eyes wide and his
palms slick with sweat.
 
"What the fuck!" He yelped.
 
Doyle grinned glancing down at his watch. "I'd be
saying that's our back up."
 
"Back up? BACK UP?!!" Harris screamed over the
roaring wind as papers flew around the room.
 
"Yep...back up!" Doyle's grin, widened.
 
Suddenly the light vanished and in its place stood two
young women---one blonde and the other a red head.
 
"What the fuck?"
 
The red head smiled as she stepped forward shyly her
companion a few steps behind her. Holding out her
hand she spoke softly, but there was nothing shy about
her voice. "Willow Rosenberg...you must be Sheriff
Harris. It's nice to meet you." She raised a brow in
amusement at the vacant look of shock on Harris' face.
 
"Hey, welcome to Finch's Cove. I'm Doyle." Doyle
stepped forward taking Willow's hand and kissing it.
"Angel didn't tell me you were such a becoming lass."
 
A rush of pink colored Willow's cheeks as she turned
back to her companion. "He warned me about you. This
is my partner Tara. So now that the introductions have
been made---where's Will at?"
 
Frowning Harris glanced between the two women and
Doyle. "Will? Who the fuck is Will? And would
someone mind telling me exactly what the fuck is going
on!"
 
"William Danridge is who Will is and he's the answer
to your problems, Xander." Doyle dropped his cigarette
crushing it out on the tile floor. "Now ladies we have to
go see a vampire about a writer." He turned heading out
of the office, the two women on his heels.
 
Glancing up at the ceiling Alexander Harris rolled his
eyes. "Why me? What did I do?"
 
"Nothing so far Sheriff Harris," Willow called over her
shoulder, "...but if I were you I'd invest in a crucifix
and a few wooden stakes."
 
"Shit..." Harris sighed as he grabbed his keys, follow-
ing the others out of the office and into the storm.
 
***
 
Angel had missed this like nothing else in his long life,
the feel, the taste, the scent of Spike---of his Will. Yes,
there was a part of him that knew this wasn't 'his'
Spike, but it didn't matter. The body was new, it was
human, but it was still Spike's.
 
He rolled Spike over his mouth claiming Spike's in a
harsh brutal demonic kiss. Beneath him Spike growled
giving as good as he got. Lips, teeth, and then tongues
clashed for dominance, but Angel knew this was just
foreplay. When all was said and done 'his' boy would
spread his legs and beg him. It was all part of the game,
it had been for almost a hundred years.
 
Grasping Spike's wrists in one hand he drew his arms
up pinning them above his head with a growl that
vibrated through both their bodies. "Mine..." Angel
whispered his voice rough with a need that spanned
thirty years.
 
A soft rumbling purr escaped Spike as he lifted his hips
grinding up into Angel's. "Always were a needy
bastard---weren't ya', pet?" A smirk curled Spike's
lips, now bruised and moist from the kissing. "Always
had to have me...no matter the cost."
 
Suddenly Angel pulled back his eyes darkening with a
shadow of shame. "Don't do this to me..." he whisper-
ed softly, "...don't do this to him."
 
"I am him you bleedin' ponce!" Spike growled struggl-
ing against Angel's grip. "I've always been him...he
just didn't know it. He wants you just like I always
did." His eyes softened just a bit as he smiled sadly up
at Angel. "Is it so hard to imagine we are the same?"
 
Angel sat up releasing Spike and turning his back to
those passionate eyes that looked into his soul with an
ease that frightened him. "No...no it's not. That's the
problem."
 
Warm arms encircled him as Spike sat up, the mattress
shifting beneath him. "Not a problem, luv."
 
A sad laugh escaped from Angel as he dropped his face
into his palms. "Is that right? This is insane...you
died...YOU DIED!!!" His voice rose edged with
hysteria.
 
"Body only...not me bleedin' soul. Now I'm back and
all I want is to be with you. That so sodding much to
ask??" Spike's voice quavered. "It's not insane it's that
bleedin' gypsy magic. Same as it was a hundred years
ago. Can't move on...not without..."
 
Turning Angel grabbed Spike's shoulders shaking him
furiously. "What?! Without what?!!"
 
Wet wide cobalt eyes shifted up to look at him through
damp lashes. "Without...you."
 
Suddenly Angel was on top of him, ripping open his
jeans, as his brutal kiss moved from mouth to jaw to
throat. Seconds later Spike's jeans were tossed to the
floor as Angel's mouth descended with a flurry of nips
and licks to his chest, lips latching onto one pale rosy
nipple.
 
Crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure Spike's
back bowed as Angel's blunt teeth scraped across his
nipple. A moan vibrated through his chest as he pushed
against the cool slickness of a tongue that he'd not felt
for far too long, tasting his flesh, and promising far
more pleasure to come.
 
"Please..." he whimpered softly as Angel's mouth
released his nipple only to move to the opposite.
"Please don't leave me, luv."
 
"Never me sweet boy...never again."
 
The answer was more than he'd hoped for. He could
feel the dominant part of his soul cry out in fear and
Spike knew that soon he would lose himself again. The
idea of never being like this again caused tears to swell
over his lashes, trickling down on the soft, silk of the
pillows beneath his hair. Inside he begged William to
understand to give him this one moment.
 
***
 
//I'm a part of you, William. Just as you're a part of
me.//
 
//Please...I'm frightened. I don't understand what's
happening.//
 
//We're one soul, pet. One soul rent by gypsy magic
into two pieces. You know what I'm saying is true.//
 
//He was...our...my...//
 
//Yes, pet. We were meant to be together forever. Sire
and childe. Friends and lovers. The slayer broke the
bonds that were never suppose to break.//
 
//Her pain...//
 
//Yes. Now we need to fix it. We need him...//
 
//Just as he needs us...//
 
***
 
Angel's mouth moved down to leave a trail of cool
kisses along Spike's stomach or was it William's, he
wondered as he glanced up through dark lashes. His
hand slid up along ribs heaving with a very human need
to breathe, taking in the silky warm skin, and finally
came to rest over a heart that beat with life. His breath
hitched in his throat, a breath he truly didn't need as he
met bright eyes glistening with tears.
 
"William?" Angel whispered through a tight throat.
 
"Liam..." William's voice was soft with want.
 
"Spike?" Tears welled in Angel's eyes.
 
"Yes..." William gasped softly.
 
"How?" His lips brushed William's heaving stomach.
 
Those too bright eyes focused on Angel's tear streaked
face and a tiny smirk, so very like Spike, curled
William's mouth. "One and the same...but so much
more, luv."
 
His words caught in his throat as he studied a face so
familiar, yet different. "I don't understand..." Angel's
voice trailed off.
 
Pushing himself up on his elbows William smiled at
Angel. "Don't think I do either, pet. Just do one thing
for us..."
 
"What?" Angel's dark eyes dilated and shimmered with
a faint sheen of gold.
 
"Make love to us, pet."
 
That was all Angel needed to hear.
 
***
 
"This is not good."
 
Darla glanced up from where she'd been reading by the
fire. If there was one thing she hated about being
human it was the need for warmth. A shiver ran down
her spine as she pulled her sweater tighter around her
body.
 
"What is it, Drusilla?"
 
Turning from the window Dru let the heavy drapes fall
blocking out the storm that had once more heaved into a
rage. "Daddy...and my prince..." her lower lip pouted
out.
 
"What about Angel? What's happened?"
 
Crossing her arms and stamping her foot Dru's pout
grew into a growl of anger. "The two little mice they
are becoming one! And the annoying doctor has
brought someone to see William..." she paused
chewing her lip thoughtfully.
 
"Who?!" Darla demanded.
 
"Sparkles...sparkles everywhere...magic dust and
doorways in the air. Hair on fire like licking flames and
another tiny mouse...a quiet mouse with golden locks."
 
***
 
Just outside the town limits Sheriff Harris' Blazer
struggled to make it's way up the steep incline of
Widow's Walk. Rain pounded against the windows
refusing to allow very little visibility and the tires spun
trying to find some traction in the thick sludge that had
been a road a few hours before.
 
"Fuck a fuzzy duck!" Harris growled as he shifted
gears.
 
Doyle's brow rose in shock. "Now Xander don't be
forgetting there are ladies present. A gentleman watches
his language when in the presence of ladies."
 
Snorting Harris glared at Doyle from the corner of his
eye. "Is that who they are---ladies? Last time I checked
ladies don't pop out of thin air."
 
A faint giggle drifted from the back seat. "You...you
know that he's right."
 
With a gentle grin Doyle half turned in his seat to meet
the young blonde's wide eyes. "Tara---was that your
name now? Don't speak much do you lass."
 
Her cheeks blossomed a bright pink as she ducked her
head. "N...no..." she stuttered softly.
 
"She's shy." Willow turned from the window, grinning
at Doyle. "I've been meaning to ask you Doyle...how
long have you known Angel?"
 
"Ten years. Since he moved here to Finch's Cove."
 
She nodded thoughtfully. "You don't look that old
Doyle." She reached down squeezing Tara's hand
where it lay on her thigh.
 
"I was eighteen when I met him. Me parents had only
been here for a year. Moved from Dublin to find a safer
place to finish out their years. All the fighting between
our people had finally got to them." Doyle shifted in his
seat again, searching his pockets until he found his
crumpled pack of Marlboros. "I met Angel one night on
the beach...he intrigued me. Been friends every since,
even wrote to each other while I was away at medical
school. He kept an eye on me lil' sis while I was away."
 
"Awww...I see." Willow turned back to the window
staring out into the storm.
 
"So how long have you known Angel, lass?" Doyle lit
his cigarette despite the snarl from the driver's seat.
 
"I don't really know him. I know Rupert Giles---
William's father. Rupert knows Angel." Willow
answered softly.
 
"Then how is it that William wouldn't be knowin'
about Angel?" Frowning Doyle inhaled.
 
"Rupert was always careful not to allow William into
his world. I met Rupert when I was thirteen. If it
weren't for him I might have self-destructed. I'm a
natural witch and I'd become addicted to magic on a
level I doubt you could comprehend. " She sighed
softly glancing over at Tara who smiled shyly. "He
saved me from myself and brought me to the coven
where I met Tara. A few years later he sat it up so his
son and I met. William and I became fast friends, but he
never knew I was there originally to evaluate him."
 
***
 
Norfolk, England
April 30, 1992
 
William sat staring out the window wrapped in a
blanket, his knees drawn up, and his chin resting on his
folded arms. Outside the sky was gray, a low layer of
clouds stretching as far as the eye could see. Huge
droplets of rain began splattering across the glass as he
stared straight forward, not really seeing anything.
 
It had been three days since his mother had been lain to
rest in the cold earth. He imagined that Wesley was
perhaps sitting in his dorm room sipping a cup of tea
right now. A sniffle escaped him as he rubbed his face
against the thick wool of the blanket, he missed Wesley
something awful. He'd hoped that his friend could stay
awhile, but he'd had to return to the academy.
 
"William?"
 
He swallowed hard at the sound of his father's voice as
he stared out at the dreary darkness beyond the glass.
His father had even abandoned him, he thought. Going
back to London the day after his mum's funeral. So
he'd been left in the tender care of Joyce Summers, the
housekeeper.
 
"William? Can you hear me?"
 
Wiping at the silent tears that stained his face with the
edge of the blanket William took a deep breath. "Yes."
 
"I'd like you to meet someone."
 
He nodded numbly without ever glancing away from
the window. He was so tired and he really didn't wish
to speak with anyone, but he'd promised his mum that
he would be good for his father. Turning his gaze
settled on a young woman, around his age, who was
smiling shyly from beneath a tangle of fire red hair.
 
"This is Willow Rosenberg." Rupert smiled at William.
"She'll be staying with us for a few weeks. Willow this
is my son, William."
 
The young girl stepped forward, her hot pink sneakers
squeaking on the smooth polished floor. "It's nice to
meet you William."
 
He'd stared at the young girl for a moment, then raised
one dark brow in curiosity. "So you're American then."
 
"Yeah...California. I'm sort of hanging out until my
dad comes back from his trip to Madrid. So you're
William? Your dad is cool and everything...you must
really like him..."
 
Turning back to the window William snorted. "You talk
too much."
 
Willow's eyes grew huge and her cheeks glowed bright
pink. "And you're a rude little...all with the snot
nosed...brat!" She snapped.
 
With a jerk William turned back to the young girl to see
her glaring angrily at him, arms crossed over her
breasts, and sneakered foot tapping impatiently. He
grinned suddenly his eyes lighting up for the first time
since his mother's funeral.
 
"I bloody well like you, Red. Lots of spunk for such a
skinny thing."
 
***
 
He'd never been with a man---at least not in this life.
 
His body burned with a need he didn't understand, yet a
part of him did understand. It was the part that had lov-
ed and desired Angel before this human body existed.
 
Whimpering he writhed beneath Angel, he legs falling
open to it, his cock swelling, his entire body on fire
with that need. He opened his eyes to see Angel, his
head now resting on his naked hip, his tongue flicking
out along the edge of dark coarse hair that surrounded
his need. Framed flesh made iron by just the faint
dream like memories of another life, another existence
that he had led.
 
"Please."
 
It was the only word that William could think of at the
moment, the only one that could describe what he
wanted. He tried to force all of that longing and want
into that one simple word, but it didn't seem enough.
 
It never had.
 
Angel's dark gaze met his as he lifted his head from its
resting spot. His long graceful fingers playing across
smooth skin, combing through dark hair, and finally
coming to rest on William's cock.
 
"Please...what?" Angel whispered.
 
William's wide blue eyes fluttered shut for a moment,
then he whispered back. "Help me remember, luv."
 
Fingers curling around William's cock, Angel lowered
his mouth, his tongue flicking across the leaking head
gathering the clear fluid. Just the touch of Angel's
tongue was enough to cause William to cry out for
more, his hips jerking, as Angel pinned him down with
one large hand.
 
"Shhh...little one. There's so much more to come."
 
His fingers clawed at the sheets as Angel took the head
of his cock between cool lips and suckled gently. Those
long graceful fingers working the foreskin back in time
with the lips working just the tip drove William into a
frenzy of moans and whimpers.
 
"God...please...Angel..." his voice rose, almost over-
whelming, in his need. "Want you...need you...God
missed you..."
 
Lifting his head Angel smiled at William. "Missed you
too...my beautiful boy." Rolling from the bed Angel
padded across the room to the bathroom. Behind him he
could hear William's soft whimpering as he called over
his shoulder. "It's okay...be right back."
 
A few seconds later he returned with a bottle of bath oil
and knelt next to William. His free hand lifted to stroke
the young man's face, taking in the high cheekbones
and the soft lips. "Told you I'd be back sweet Will."
 
William's eyes fluttered open, his pupils dilated to the
point where his eyes appeared almost black. "Liam...I
...I..." he licked his lips nervously.
 
"I know..." Angel whispered softly, his fingers tracing
the boy's lips. "You remember, but you've never been
with another man in this life. I promise you...I'll be
gentle."
 
Blinking William sniffled, tears welling in his eyes.
"I'm afraid...he...he told me it might hurt."
 
Angel leaned in his lips brushing William's gently.
"We don't have t..."
 
"I want to be with you again. I want to be loved like I
was loved before...before she tore us apart."
 
Hushing the boy, Angel grabbed a pillow and urged
William to lift his hips. "Spread your legs for me baby
boy. I'll make you feel good...promise."
 
With a soft sigh he spread his legs, knees drawn back,
as Angel settled between them. This was what had
haunted him for so long---the need. A need from
another place and another time that had gnawed at his
gut until he'd thought he was going mad. Visions and
dreams of a man he'd never seen until that night on the
beach.
 
His fantasy.
 
His god.
 
"Please...sire."
 
Angel growled softly in the back of his throat as he
opened the bottle of oil and poured it in his palm.
Closing the bottle he tossed it to the side and began
rubbing his hands together warming it as best he could.
 
"Say it again me sweet poet..." Angel hissed softly as
his oiled hands began to massage William's quivering
thighs.
 
"Sire..." William moaned softly.
 
"Yes...that's it my beautiful blue eyed boy. Again."
 
"Sire..."
 
Angel's hands trailed down, cupping and massaging his
boy's balls. "Again me love."
 
"Sire..."
 
His fingers released their grip on William's balls, then
drifted down his perineum, slicking it with warm jas-
mine scented oil. "I love yer voice lad...like the song of
angels in heaven."
 
Finally his fingers found what they sought. William
gasped as the tip of Angel's oiled finger circled the
tight bud, his nail scraping over the puckered flesh,
sending a shiver through the body he explored. He
lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to tease
William's opening.
 
"God!" William let out a keening shriek.
 
"Yes...I was your god---once upon a time."
 
Pressing the tip of his finger to the tight pucker Angel
sighed softly, watching as it slowly sank in. A whimper
from above him drew his eyes back up to where Will's
head thrashed from side to side on the silken pillows.
 
"Want more me sweet boy?" Angel growled softly.
 
"Yes..." William gasped looking down into Angel's
dark eyes, "...want you so much it hurts."
 
Gently Angel began pumping his finger in and out of
the tight warmth that quivered and clenched around his
finger. A tiny smile curled his lips as he crooked his
finger, scraping the tip against that tiny spot he knew
would seal the pact between them.
 
William howled as his hips jerked up, his thighs
quivering. Panting he met Angel's steady gaze with
watery blue eyes. "What...what was that?"
 
Angel's smile, widened. "Liked it did you my beautiful
boy?"
 
"Ye...ye...yes..." William stuttered, his face flushed
pink with a mix of shame and desire.
 
"Have I told you how beautiful you are like this? All
spread out for me, your cheeks flushed?"
 
The color darkened in William's cheeks as his lids
lowered hiding the wide blue eyes. "Beau...beautiful?"
He questioned softly.
 
"Always." Angel smiled as he thrust his finger deeper
again causing William to squirm. "Always beautiful
and always mine."
 
Silence slowly descended over the room as Angel
slowly stretched William open, adding another finger,
as he thrust into the warm oil slicked channel. There
was nothing, but the soft whimpering of the boy, the
distant sound of the storm beyond the heavy drapes, and
the distinct feeling that he'd found home again. By the
time he'd added a third finger William's instinct had
taken over, his ass pushing back against the invading
fingers, and Angel smiled.
 
"More, baby?" Angel whispered softly.
 
A soft moan rose from the flushed body stretched out
and glistening with a sheen of perspiration. At that all
to familiar sound Angel pulled his fingers out and knelt
up positioning himself so the swollen tip of his cock
brushed William's stretched opening. He smiled down,
his hands curling around William's ankles and guiding
his legs up so they rested over his shoulders.
 
William looked up with terrified eyes, but the desire in
their depths was far greater in its strength. "I want you."
Came the soft whisper. "I want you...inside me."
 
Angel's smile widened as he shifted closer and guided
the head of his cock into the prepared opening, pink and
glistening with oil. "As you wish me sweet boy."
 
Slowly he pushed forward as William panted beneath
him, his thighs quivering with the need to slam forward,
and feel the warm slick tightness surround him. It had
been so damn long since he'd felt like this. Like he was
being consumed by the desire that burned in his loins, a
fire so hot that he should be turned to ash in a heartbeat.
 
"Liam..." William whimpered as the head of Angel's
cock popped through.
 
"Hush...hush Will, my sweet boy. We can stop if
you..."
 
"No!" William gasped, his ass pushing back, and his
ankles locking behind Angel's neck. "More! God
please!"
 
Angel lowered his hands to William's heaving belly,
stroking gently as he thrust his hips slowly, working
himself deeper, inch by sweet inch. "More for you
baby. Just for you and no one else." He caught himself
panting in time with William's shallow breaths.
"You're so damn tight...so damn warm..."
 
A soft whine erupted from William as Angel sank into
him, stretching him, and filling him so deeply that he
wondered how he'd survived without him all this time.
 
Hissing Angel stilled relishing the body that trembled
beneath him and around him. "Blessed Mother..." he
growled softly, "...feels so wonderful. God I did miss
ye, Will." Gently he pulled back, the feel of William's
internal muscles rippling along his throbbing erection.
 
William moaned as the fullness began to retreat making
him feel empty and lost. His legs tightened and he let
out a soft mewl of need as Angel looked down into his
wet gaze. He wanted this boy so much, he'd wanted
him from that moment on the beach when he'd looked
into those same eyes. Those eyes that he knew belonged
to a love he'd lost so many years ago. He'd known then
even despite his confusion that his lover had returned to
him by some wild twist of fate.
 
"Liam..." William whimpered, "...move...please. For
God's sake..."
 
Smiling Angel dipped his head, his gaze meeting
William's. "As ye wish me beautiful poet..."
 
With a quick jerk he slammed forward into the tight
sheath of William's ass, his balls slapping against the
smooth pale skin. William's back arched off the bed
with the force of Angel's thrust as he yowled, his
fingers clawing madly at the sheets. Another cry
escaped as Angel drew back, then angled his hips
slightly to thrust forward into William's tight channel,
this time punching into his prostate.
 
"God! God, please!"
 
William's screams just urged Angel on as he began
pounding in and out faster. Head hanging down, chin
resting on his chest, Angel watched with gold dusted
eyes as his cock slid in and out of the writhing body
beneath him. Just the sight was enough to make him
lose control---lose control and forget. With an animal
growl he grasped William's calves pushing his legs
back until the boy was almost folded in half. His thrusts
becoming more manic with each cry and whimper that
escaped the sweet body beneath him.
 
"Say it, Will!" Angel growled.
 
"Please...I...oh, God!"
 
Panting William looked up into demonic gold eyes that
were filled with desire, need, and lust. He should have
been frightened, he should have been a lot of things, but
he wasn't. All he could think was that Angel was an
appropriate name for the creature that loomed above
him, thrusting into him with a barely suppressed
strength that he remembered from dreams and visions
of the past.
 
"What...?" He whimpered.
 
"Tell...me..." Angel hissed between clenched teeth as
he fucked his boy harder.
 
A sudden flash of an image fluttered through William's
mind.
***
 
A fireplace.
 
Furs thick and luxurious.
 
He was on his hands and knees, but it wasn't him---it
was Spike.
 
Gasping, grunting, the sounds of sweat slicked flesh
slapping together echoed in the dark room.
 
Then there was his voice---commanding.
 
'Tell me, Will.'
 
***
 
William's eyes widened as his thoughts ripped from the
past to the present. His mouth was dry with the stress of
his heated cries, his body aching with the need for
release, and the words just came unbidden.
 
"Fuck me...God taste me, sire!"
 
Rearing back Angel's face shifted and rippled, then he
slammed forward, his mouth dropping to William's
throat.
 
"As you wish little one." He whispered into the sweat
tangled curls. "As you wish..."
 
Pulling back, his hips still thrusting, Angel wrapped his
fingers in William's hair, tugging his head back and to
the side. He licked along the pulsing vein, pale blue
beneath the pure marble skin, then bit down.
 
A scream ripped from William's throat as the sweet
tang of blood coated Angel's tongue and the warm
splash of thick cum covered both their bellies. He drew
deeper as William's warm muscles tightened around his
thrusting cock and for him that was it.
 
Heavenly bliss.
 
Pulling his mouth from William's throat he roared,
emptying his cold seed into the warmth of that sweet
body. His muscles flexed, his body went taunt, and then
he collapsed on top of William, the soft flutter of the
boys heart pulling him down into sleep as his face
shifted once more to human.
 
TBC...
 

 
Once I had the rarest rose
That ever deigned to bloom.
Cruel winter chilled the bud
And stole my flower too soon.
 
Annie Lennox
Love Song For A Vampire     
(from "Bram Stoker's Dracula" Soundtrack)
 

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