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 NINE

Angelus abruptly abandoned his argument with Riley and nearly ran to the window. He glowered down at the shadowy figure, which stood its ground and stared right back at him. “I should have staked him when I had the chance,” he growled.

“Why is he still here?” Xander asked, peering into the dark. His human eyes could barely make out a darker blur against the blackness of the night. “I mean, didn’t that Elsa chick say he had no right to challenge you for Spike since he picked you?”

Angelus, after blinking for a second at the elegant, powerful Elsa being referred to as a ‘chick’, nodded. “He doesn’t have a right to try and Claim William, or to fight me for him. What he does still have a right to do is to challenge me for the HellMouth. I Claimed the Childe that all the Masters were here for - and there were more than just Ian, Georges, and Elsa - so right now, that makes me default Master. I won.”

“Really?” said a curious voice from right behind William’s left ear. He turned sharply to see Giles standing there, gazing at Angelus. “That might make life much easier for us here - can you keep control of the HellMouth?”

“Only if I were to stay here, and I have to go back to LA.”

“Isn’t the HellMouth more important than what you do there?” Riley asked, also standing a bit closer to William than he would have liked. Another quick glance showed him that most of the humans - Wesley, Willow, Buffy, Gunn, Cordelia - were crowding around, peering over his or Xander’s shoulders to try to catch a glimpse of the lurking vampire.

When had they all come upstairs?

And more importantly, who the hell was groping him?!

“I save lives in Los Angeles,” his Sire growled, “are you saying that isn’t important?”

William took a quick peek over his shoulder, but whoever had their hand on his arse had removed it.

And every face looked perfectly innocent.

“Of course he isn’t,” Buffy was quick to jump into the argument, “but wouldn’t you be saving more lives if you were here to take control? I bet the demonic killings that happen around here would drop by half!”

“But the Powers That Be placed me in LA, not Sunnydale,” Angelus reminded her.

“Maybe they’ll change their minds since you’re the Master now!” The blond Slayer said enthusiastically.

William frowned - it was pretty easy to guess why the girl was so eager to have his Sire stay here. She obviously thought she could wind him around her little finger again.

The thought made him frown harder. Could she?

Dammit, there was that hand again!

Oh, never mind. Another quick peek told him it was his Sire’s, this time.

Angelus smiled down at him, but answered Buffy. “I don’t know. If they do, I’m sure they’ll inform me somehow before we leave for LA. I’ll take care of Ian tomorrow night - it’s too close to dawn to risk confronting him now.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky, and he’ll get caught outside,” Xander grumbled. “Sunrise fricassee.”

William snickered. “He’s stupid enough.”

“You’ve met him before?” Angelus raised an eyebrow at him.

His fledgling nodded. “When I was still Spike.”

Now Angelus was frowning. “That’s right; when he was at the crypt he said something about you being a lovely Childe and he would have loved to... take... you... over...” His words slowed, and his eyes flashed golden.

The hand that had been on William’s backside, gently stroking and fondling, moved up to become a death grip on his waist.

William blinked up at him, wondering what was going on, but Angelus had turned on the humans. “What are you all doing up here?”

“Huh?” Buffy spoke for everyone, even if they didn’t want her to.

“I said, why are you up here? This is my home, not the Bronze. You don’t have the right to come running upstairs and barge into the bedrooms just because you feel like it.” His eyes flickered over their faces, and he quickly amended his words. “It’s different for Wesley, Gunn, and Cordelia. And Fred, if she had come up, because they’re staying here. Xander, of course, was invited by William. Why did the rest of you feel you had the right to invade the private areas of my house?”

William fought the urge to snicker. Giles and Willow looked mildly embarrassed.

Riley and Buffy, however, looked like they’d entered the Best Stunned Expression contest.

He wished he had a camera. He could see Buffy’s tonsils.

Probably because of how far her mouth was hanging open...

“But, Angel,” she started, and the whine in her voice was sharp enough to drill through a steel-plated door, “we had to check on Xander, and we weren’t done talking to you and you left, and...”

Angelus gave her a glare that made her shut up instantly.

William studied his face intently, wondering if there was any way he could learn to make that expression. It would certainly be a relief for his poor tattered eardrums if he could...

*

“Neither of those are excuses for your behavior,” Angelus said coldly, then turned his wrath on Riley. “And as for you - you have no excuse at all to be up here! Xander has never referred to you as a friend, nor you him. I don’t know why you are suddenly so interested in my Childe - well, I don’t know all the reasons why - but you can forget any little ideas you may have had. Now, it’s nearly dawn. I want to rest, so you can all just take yourselves home. Gunn, would you walk with Xander? Just to make sure he’s safely inside? That way William won’t have to worry about him.”

‘And the others won’t have as much chance to try and guilt-trip him into staying here,’ he thought, but didn’t say.

He didn’t have to. Gunn understood him, and from the look on their faces, so did Xander and Giles.

The difference was that Xander gave him a grateful half-smile while Giles glared.

“I actually have a few more questions about all this,” the Watcher said huffily.

“What else is new?” William muttered under his breath, making Angelus fight off a smile. It was probably a good thing the humans hadn’t heard that - even though it was true, he had no doubt it would start another of those blasted arguments.

“Your questions can wait until later - or possibly Wesley can answer them on your walk home,” Angelus said coolly, and looked away pointedly when Giles would have protested.

The Watcher, realizing he wasn’t going to get any further with the vampire tonight, grumbled unhappily and turned to leave.

“Why are you being so mean to us?” Buffy whined, glaring at William as if she knew the answer.

“It’s not ‘being mean’ to request that you act like you have manners,” Wesley pointed out, steering them all toward the door and ignoring Buffy’s huff of anger as easily as the others did.

Beside Angelus, his Childe shifted restlessly, recalling his attention to where it needed to be. William, he remembered, had always had far too much energy to ever stand still for very long - it used to annoy Darla - and him, sometimes - but right now, he had a very good idea of how to burn off some of that energy.

He still felt the simmering rage at the remembered gleam in Ian’s eyes when he’d mentioned how he would have ‘loved’ to take over his Claim on Spike - and now, with William’s admission that he remembered meeting Ian before - which meant the other vampire had probably at least tried to talk him into submitting and being what was known as an Neophyte - a convert, calling him Master and joining his clan - under him, if he couldn’t Claim Sire-rights to the slender blond.

A Master could take a Neophyte to bed with no more protest than when a Sire ordered a Childe into their bed.

His demon was roaring with rage at the very thought; and he knew the only way to satisfy it was going to be to a very long - very enjoyable - night of screwing his Childe into the mattress.

He didn’t think William was going to mind.

Angelus watched silently as the humans continued to file out, giving Buffy a glare when she looked like she wanted to stop and talk longer.

He took his Childe’s hand and tugged him out of this bedroom, down the hall toward the master suite. He didn’t wait for all the humans to be out of sight - why should he? He could care less if they knew he was taking his boy to bed with him. It was none of their business.

*

William was still a little uncertain of his Sire’s mood as he was yanked into the bedroom and the door slammed behind them. He could smell Angelus’ arousal in the air, but he could also see rage simmering in his Sire’s amber-flecked eyes.

He wasn’t sure what his Sire was angry over, and it leant caution to his movements as he took a step toward the bed.

Angelus turned away briefly, shedding his expensive shirt and laying it neatly across the back of a chair.

Then he spun around, grabbed William, yanked him close and growled, “You are mine!”

The next thing he knew, his Sire’s fangs were buried deep in his throat and William was instantly as hard as steel. He whimpered and pressed close to his Sire’s much larger body, rubbing against him tentatively.

Angelus growled again, and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him so tight and hard against him that he could barely move. One big hand gripped his backside, the other came up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back for better access to his neck.

William whimpered again - his Sire was apparently intent on showing his dominance, and though he had no idea why, he also had no objections.

At all.

Angelus made short work of his clothing, stripping him out of vest, shoes and soft trousers so quickly that William barely felt them leave his body. The next thing he knew, he’d been tossed on the bed and his Sire was crawling toward him, having lost the rest of his own clothes, as well.

William purred.

Angelus smirked - and pounced.

William found himself with his thighs spread wide, Angelus’ hips between them, holding them open, while his wrists were grabbed and promptly tied to the wrought-iron headboard with magically-appearing scarves. He arched up, pressing closer to his Sire.

Big hands settled on his hips, pushing him back down, while Angelus snarled, “Be still!”

And then proceeded to devour him.

He started on his left ear, thoroughly memorizing it with teeth and tongue, then worked his way down William’s jaw, paused to explore his mouth, then on to the other ear and down the side of his neck, laving every sensitive spot with long minutes of worship.

William trembled as he tried to obey his Sire’s orders to lie still, his body wanting nothing more than to arch and thrust and press close to the huge body hovering over him. Angelus’ hands were still holding his hips, his pelvis pressed tight against William’s smaller one.

The only other part of his Sire’s body that was touching him was Angelus’ mouth, and it was rapidly driving him insane.

“Siiiire...” he whined, giving up and allowing his hips to push against the big hands, although they didn’t manage to move them. “Please...”

“Hush,” Angelus commanded, lifting his head for only a brief second, then his cool, wet mouth slid along William’s collarbone and down to lave at a pretty nipple.

William bit his lip so he wouldn’t mewl; Angelus seemed to sense it, snickering - rather evilly, his Childe decided - against the small, hard nub of flesh.

His Sire’s lips gave way to his tongue, then his teeth, continuing to torment his nipple while Angelus’ hips rocked against him in teeny, tiny movements, barely rubbing their shafts together. William whimpered and sighed and nearly bit his lip through in an attempt not to squirm.

Angelus chuckled again, finally leaving behind the bruised flesh, darting up to lick greedily at William’s bitten lip, chasing every scant drop of blood from his mouth and his skin. The motion of his hips became just a bit firmer as he leisurely explored the depths of his Childe’s mouth, making William glad he didn’t have to breathe.

He would have suffocated twice over by the time his Sire moved on.

The big hands finally left his hips, but not to touch his erection like he desperately wanted. One slid back between his thighs to start rubbing at his entrance, touching him more roughly than the night before but not enough to hurt. The other skated teasing fingertips over his side and stomach, tracing his abs and his ribs until it reached the nipple that Angelus had tortured a moment ago. Calloused fingers closed on the small nub, tugging, squeezing and rolling it.

William’s whimpers became whines.

Angelus chuckled, and his mouth slid off his Childe’s chin to begin worrying at the neglected nipple, teasing it into a peak that matched the other, even nipping at it carefully with his fangs.

Whines turned into wails.

The ivory fangs slid into the skin around the nipple even as Angelus smirked. He took a brief sip of his Childe’s succulent blood before moving his mouth back to the other nipple - the one his fingers had never stopped petting.

William groaned as those lips closed around it again, jolts of half-pain, half-pleasure searing through that side of his chest and straight down to his groin. “...ssssiii...” he whispered, not quite able to get the word out.

“You’re mine,” was Angelus’ growled reply, the sound vibrating maddeningly against his skin.

William shook, his toes curling up tight as he tried not to climax at the tremors against his over-sensitive flesh.

Angelus laughed, and his fingers shifted to close tightly around the base of his boy’s shaft, preventing him from orgasm and wringing another pretty wail from between those soft lips.

The hand between William’s legs left suddenly, and he heard the slight ‘snick’ of a bottle being opened. Then the fingers returned, slick and wet, and two pushed straight inside him. His back arched all on its own, his body unable to decide if it wanted to push those fingers out or pull them in deeper.

Angelus didn’t give him much time to decide; those fingers went unerringly to his prostate and stroked it ruthlessly, over and over and over again while his teeth went back to tugging on the reddened, swollen nipple.

William gave up wailing and started screaming. He felt like his head was about to explode from the pleasure jolting through his body. His cock was weeping copious amounts of pre-come, wetting Angelus’ hand, but the tight grip that kept him from climaxing never loosened.

“Mine,” his Sire whispered again, biting lightly at the little nipple.

“Y-yes, Sire, yours, siiiirreee...” William began to babble, yanking his wrists against the silk restraints. They would never hold him if he really wanted free, but he only used the amount of strength a human would have had, playing along with his Sire’s little game.

“Only mine,” Angelus snarled, and it began to dawn on William that there was something behind this, more than just his Sire’s usual sort of pleasurable torture.

He blinked his blue eyes rapidly, willing his brain to fit back together.

It wasn’t easy; Angelus’ mouth was still persecuting his poor innocent nub and that other hand had three fingers inside him now, and the fourth was teasing at him, ready to push in.

‘Think, think...’

Why would his Sire be worried or angry about William being with someone else? He hadn’t so much as looked at anyone besides Xander, and that hadn’t been sexually. He hadn’t been aroused, Xander hadn’t been aroused... Riley Finn had been a little aroused, but he usually was when Buffy was in the same building. Surely Angelus would realize that?

The fourth finger worked its way inside and William lost his train of thought for a moment, his hips thrusting helplessly at the sensation.

Let’s see - who else was there - the Watcher and the Witches but he hadn’t noticed any arousal on them - not that he’d been paying much attention, so a slight amount might have slipped by him -

Oh, wait - Ian! That was it, Idiot Ian! He’d forgotten all about that stupid moron!

And only another Master would make his Sire this determined to put his Claim on William’s body and mind as well as his neck!

“Sire...” he forced his mouth to start working, even as Angelus pulled his fingers out and swiftly shifted, impaling him with one fierce thrust of his hips. “Oh... Sire....! I - I’m yours... only yours...”

Maybe if he said it enough, Angelus would let him come?

A vampire could only hope...