Sweet William

AUTHOR: Little Mouse (elf_night@hotmail.com)

WARNINGS: For violence and language and explicit, vampiric, m/m yummy bits.

ARCHIVE: Please ask first.

SUMMARY: Drusilla, in an effort to return Spike to being her 'dark prince', tries to change him back to the way he was when he was called William the Bloody. It doesn't work out quite the way she expected. This story is slightly AU as per vampire lore, and Angel is Spike's Sire.

CHAPTER TEN

Wesley sighed as another unearthly howl echoed through the house.

“You know,” he said to Cordelia, who was staring at the ceiling with a cross between interest and horror on her face, “I’ve got the strangest feeling of deja vu - that I’ve sat through a night of this before...”

“Just your imagination,” she replied absently, still gazing up.

“Yes, I suppose it is,” Wesley said uncertainly, and then turned back to making himself a cup of tea.

*

“Sire?” William’s tone was begging by now.

Angelus still just growled at him, his hips pounding hard against him.

His hand was back around his Childe’s aching shaft, once again making sure he wasn’t going to come.

“Please?”

“No.” Just the one word, ‘no.’

Along with a very evil, fanged smile.

William nearly screamed.

Then the fangs plunged back into his throat, and he did scream, a desperate, eerie howl that put his earlier efforts to shame.

“My Childe,” Angelus whispered, his voice muffled and distorted since he had a mouthful of blood, “only mine. Only mine!”

“O...only...” William tried to answer him, but between the ecstasy of that bite and the erotic sensation of blood being pulled from his veins and the hard thrust of Angelus’ cock against his prostate, it was surprising that his voice worked at all.

Angelus lifted his head, licking up the blood that had run down the corners of his mouth, and slammed his lips down on William’s, forcing his tongue into his mouth and sharing the taste.

At the same moment, his hand finally - finally - let go of his Childe’s shaft and gave it one hard stroke.

William recognized his permission for what it was, and he climaxed so hard he thought he was dying - again.

Angelus gave a throaty purr of delight as the muscles around his cock rippled with the force of his boy’s orgasm. “Perfect,” he whispered, his own seed leaving him in a burst of ecstasy, but the fierce thrusting of his hips never stopped.

William came down off his orgasmic high a few moments later, to find his Sire still hard, still slamming into him, still raking his prostate with every thrust. His body immediately began to respond, blood rushing back into his groin. “Sire?”

“You didn’t think it was over with just one climax, did you?” Angelus asked sweetly, smiling down at him.

“Oh,” William’s eyes went huge.

“We’ve got all night, after all,” Angelus said, and his chocolate-colored eyes turned down to look at the bruised, swollen nipple he’d been torturing earlier.

William squirmed slightly, “uh, Sire...”

He got another very evil grin, then the tip of Angelus’ tongue was just barely tracing his over-sensitive nub even as the hard thrusts grew impossibly harder.

William groaned.

It was going to be a very long night.

Well, he’d just have to put up with it... it wasn’t like he could go anywhere.

Wasn’t like he could get away.

Wasn’t like he’d ever dream of trying!

He moaned again as the delicate licks became slightly firmer kisses, and settled back to enjoy himself. It was going to be hard, but someone had to do it...

*

“Angel?” Wesley knocked hesitantly at the door, shifting his feet a little. He was carrying a tray, on which sat two large mugs of just-heated blood. “Angel, I’ve got some blood for you. Can I come in?”

There was a faint rustle from inside the room, then Angelus’ voice, rough with sleep. “Yeah, c’mon...” it drawled.

Wesley eased open the door, surprised by the sudden scent of fresh air. He looked quickly at the window, and saw that it was open, curtains fluttering in the afternoon breeze. A large, solid folding screen had been set up in front of it, thoroughly blocking any sunlight from reaching the bed.

Angelus was curled up under a thin blanket, both arms cradling William to his chest. The younger vampire was asleep, looking more exhausted than Wesley had ever seen a vampire look, his mouth pressed tight against Angelus’ skin.

It took him a moment to realize that William’s fangs were buried in the smooth skin around Angelus’ nipple, nursing against his Sire’s chest like a baby with its mother.

For some reason, Wesley felt himself blushing.

“Um, here’s your food,” he said, setting the tray down within easy reach. “We - we got Spike’s things, and Xander is downstairs. H-he wants to talk to you, when he can.”

“Has he decided?” Angelus asked, reaching for the first mug and gulping down its contents.

“He hasn’t said.”

Angelus grumbled, a little unhappy over that. “He knows he can trust you?”

“I hope so, but I’m not sure. I don’t know if William told him I was Blood-Bound to you - providing William knows?”

“Yes - I told him about you and Fred.”

“Oh, good. I don’t know if Xander knows yet?”

“Neither do I. I’m not going to wake William to ask; he’s had a long night.”

Wesley blushed, and Angelus smirked at him.

“I’ll wake him at sunset; tell Xander he’s more than welcome to stay. He can play the games I had you pick up for William. Get him some food, and some for yourselves - some takeout. Something healthy; I do know the boy has lousy eating habits. His parents pretty much left him to fend for himself. I think he grew up on doughnuts and pizza.”

Wesley made a face. “I’ll order salad and sandwiches from that little restaurant down the street.”

“Good. Come back in a few hours, all right? I’ll be up, and William probably will be. Thank you for the blood.”

Wesley nodded, still a little red, and quickly left the room.

William stirred slightly, and laughed. “He’s easily shocked, isn’t he?” he mumbled.

Angelus stroked his Childe’s curly hair gently. “He’ll get over it. Go back to sleep, Little One. You have to be tired.”

“You can certainly say that again,” William muttered, but obeyed. He went back to slow, instinctive nursing, his body going into the still vampiric sleep.

Angelus finished off the first mug and promptly reached for the second. They were good-sized mugs; he had been sure Wesley would realize that since he was feeding his Childe, he was going to need more food than usual. It had been a good idea to make the man his Steward. An excellent choice.

Blood-Bound human Stewards were rare in the Aurelius clan, but not all that uncommon in other vampire groups. They had the advantage of being able to conduct business in the daylight, and being able to offer their own blood in an emergency. Many vampires considered it a status symbol to have such a trustworthy human trusting them enough to allow the Bond.

When word got around the demon population that Angelus' subclan in the Aurelius order had not only a human Steward, but that his favored Childe had a human Guardian, their status would skyrocket.

It might even draw Penn back to him - he could only hope.

His first Childe was a full Master in his own right, with the powers and privileges that went with it; he was also an old Master, much older than Spike and Drusilla. Having Penn back under his care and command would be another huge boost to his status.

And he missed his Childe.

With the ache Drusilla’s passing had left in his heart, he found himself longing for Penn more than he had in years.

And with William in his arms? Every protective Sire instinct in him had been roused.

He wanted his Childer.

All his Childer... he thought suddenly of a young sailor, turned on a submarine, and wondered what had happened to him. What was his name? L-something. Lawson, that was it. He looked down at William, stroked his curls gently back from his forehead. He’d sent Lawson with Spike, knowing he himself, still completely Angel, was too conflicted to raise a new Childe properly.

Spike, for all his blunt manner and tough talk, had a deep-seated sense of family. He wouldn’t have left his new little brother to fend for himself.

He’d have to ask him where the boy was - after William woke.

Angelus yawned and snuggled back down into the soft bed, clutching the slim form of his sweet William closer.

The last thought that went through his head before he once more fell asleep was to wonder again how in the world he’d ever given this up...

*

“Xander?”

The voice made the boy jump - he dropped the game controller and stared up at his friend. “Oh, hey, Willow, I didn’t know you were here!”

“I just got here,” she said, sitting down beside him on the floor and fiddling with the hem of her long skirt. “Xander - have you decided what you’re going to do yet?”

“Um... well, not exactly...” Xander said, flushing a little. “I wanna talk to Angel and Spike some more, but they’re still asleep...”

“Oh,” she said. “So, what? you might go?”

“I might,” he admitted, wincing slightly as her lip wobbled. “I mean, I’m going nowhere here, Wills. Dead end jobs, no education higher than a high-school diploma. I don’t wanna end up like my dad, working my way up to manager of a warehouse after twenty years, sitting on my fat butt in front of the television every evening and yelling at my wife and kiddies to be quiet ‘cause I can’t hear.”

“Oh, Xander, you wouldn’t be like that!”

He frowned. “I bet if you went back thirty years and asked my dad, he’d say he wasn’t going to be like that, either.”

“But Xander...” she started, only to close her lips tightly as Wesley entered the room.

The ex-Watcher raised an eyebrow when he saw her, but made no comment. Instead, he just set a tray on the low table at Xander’s elbow, and the sight of a salad with ham and egg and bits of cheese, sitting demurely beside a plate of hot roast-beef sandwiches, nearly made Xander’s tongue hang out.

“I was sure you were getting hungry,” Wesley said in his precise, rather dry manner that was so much like Giles and yet with the faintest bit of genuine kindness in it that made all the difference. “Cordelia, Fred and I are eating in the kitchen, but I thought you would want to finish your game.”

“Hey, thanks, Wesley!” Xander said, grinning happily and deciding that he needed to work on a nickname for the man. Then he paused. “Cordy and Fred? Where’s Gunn?”

“Trying to spy out Ian’s lair. He’s well protected, and the sun’s not down yet, so he’ll be fine.”

“Oh, okay. That’s cool. I’d have gone with him if he asked, though.”

“I’m sure you would have,” Wesley said, and once again Xander was struck by the fact that there was no sarcasm or indulgence in his tone, “but he wasn’t sure when he’d be back, and Angel wants to speak to you when he wakes.”

“Oh,” Xander said, then zeroed in on the food.

Wesley finally decided to notice Willow’s existence. “Ms. Rosenburg - I didn’t know you were here. Would you like something to eat? I’m sure we have enough.”

“No, I ate before I came,” she said, half shy and half defiant.

Wesley just nodded, and removed himself from the room.

*

Angelus blinked back to awareness, and the first thing he realized was that his arms were empty.

“William?” he called, and frowned when there was no answer.

He got up, stretching slightly, then investigated the bathroom, wondering if his Childe was indulging in a hot bath.

The room was empty, slightly steamy from a shower, with damp towels placed neatly in a basket, something Spike would never have done.

Angelus smiled. That was William, not Spike - interesting how the two distinctly different personalities were meshing. Things only Spike would say were cropping up in William’s speech; things only William would do were showing up in Spike’s behavior.

He walked back into the bedroom, to be met with the pretty sight of William’s backside, clad in his own silk pajama bottoms, as the boy rooted through one of his trunks.

A trunk that hadn’t been there when he’d left the room not two minutes ago.

“Retrieving your luggage?” he asked, giving that arse a playful pat.

William straightened and grinned at him. “Got to have some clothes, Sire. Your’s are all too big.” He tugged at the loose waistband of the pants, nearly causing them to slip off.

“That’s not altogether a bad thing,” his Sire purred at him, folding his arms around him and smiling when his hands were able to slip easily into the waistband and cup William’s rear.

“No, it isn’t,” his boy agreed rather breathlessly, squirming against him in an absolutely shameless manner that Angelus had always loved.

“Mmm... so, the humans are all downstairs?”

“Yes, and Xander’s here,” William told him, still sounding very breathless and young. “I was going to get dressed and then go pounce him.”

“And we have to see about pounding Ian into the ground, too,” Angelus said, squeezing his luscious handfuls just a bit harder, “but I have something else to do first.”

“Hmm?” William gave him a rather adorable look from under his eyelashes.

“Yes - I have to go take a shower.” He let go of his boy abruptly, pulling his hands out of the silk pajamas and stepping away.

William’s outraged pout made him snicker; he promptly picked his Childe up and flung him over his shoulder, patting that tempting rear again. “Of course, I’ve always hated showering alone,” he remarked, striding toward the bathroom.

“I’ve had a shower,” William informed him, snickering in spite of himself.

“It never hurts to have an extra one,” Angelus said solemnly, “and besides, by the time I’m through with you, you’re going to need it.”

“Oh,” William said, “that’s all right, then.”

Angelus laughed, and kicked the bathroom door shut behind them.