AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ;  Pet:
spikespet2001@yahoo.com .
TITLE:  The Long Road to Love: New Sights and Sounds  2/?
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angelus/William; Angel/Spike
SUMMARY: Period fic combined with re-telling and missing scenes of
both BtVS and Ats.  Chapter 2- Period-They all travel to a villa and
difficulties ensue. Series- Spike calls Angel on the phone for a
little heart-to-heart.
SPOILERS: Through Season 3 BtVS.
WARNINGS: Violence, unrepentant killing, torture.
DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss
and ME.  We really wish we could borrow Spike and Angel for a little
while though.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.

The next morning there is another bout of moaning and groaning before
a bedraggled-looking William and an impeccably-dressed Darla emerge
from the bedroom.  "You've picked a nice playmate, Drusilla.  He's
well behaved, pretty, and almost as well endowed as your Sire.  But
he's still too inexperienced.  Teach him some more and let me know
when he's ready to be tasted again."  She moves over to
Angelus and kisses him.  "We must leave soon.  I've been wanting to
go to the villa for a while.  The countryside always makes
me...hungry."  She turns to the others.  "The carriage will be here
in an hour.  Do the packing.  I have some business to discuss with
Angelus."

Angelus spares William a quick look of longing, then follows Darla,
his fists clenched from having to hear her describe her time with him.

"He tells me he hunted with you.  I take it then you are teaching
him, and not Drusilla?"  Her voice is harsh.

Angelus nods, but keeps his voice low and calm. "Yes, my love, but
you must understand Drusilla has her bouts of fancy and play, and
does not always stick on the task at hand. I only wanted you to be
proud and not lay it all on Drusilla to do this correctly. We both
know how she forgets, and how she is often known to go off into her
own world. I did not wish William to lose focus."

She sighs, heavily.  "I suppose you are right.  Well, I suppose you
should keep teaching him.  We certainly don't need another burden or
a danger.  Besides, he can take care of Dru when she goes really,
truly mad.  You know how annoyed I am when you have to ignore me to
take care of her."

Angelus nods, pleased.  He almost thought he was not going to swing
this. He kisses Darla's head. "Yes, exactly. I wish only for him to
be a proper member of our family and make us proud. And he will
surely be a help for Drusilla when she becomes hard to manage."

"Then it's settled.  You'll have plenty of uninterrupted time to
train him when I go back to the Master with Drusilla.  Now let's go
and see if they have finished with the packing."

Angelus smiles and nods, and goes back out with Darla.  They appear
to have everything ready. He looks at Darla. "Everything is ready, my
love.  Shall we?"

She takes his arm.  "Yes, dear boy."  They go outside in the pre-dawn
hours.  The carriage is a secure one, with shutters *and* curtains to
keep out the daylight.  They climb in, Angelus and Darla sitting on
one side and William and Drusilla on the other.  They lock the
shutters from the inside and secure the inner curtains so not a chink
of light can get through, and signal the coachman to start.  The
coach clatters away through the streets.

Drusilla lays her head in William's lap.  She strokes his thighs and
makes him hard, and amuses herself the whole way teasing William and
making him whimper and purr.

Angelus has spent most the trip keeping his temper in check. He knows
Drusilla is doing this on purpose and he wants to smack her all the
way to another country and back for being so hateful. But all he can
do is sit here, hold Darla's hand, and curse Drusilla to himself over
and over. While he sneaks peeks at William's partly open mouth when
he whimpers and moans, he prays to every god he knows and then the
ones he doesn't that he doesn't get an erection on this carriage
ride.

One of the times that Angelus is peeking at William, William's eyes
meet his and he mouths, "Angelus," and then he moans.

Angelus' eyes roll back, then he quickly looks back forward.  He
looks down,  crosses his legs quick and covers his lap with his
hands. He swallows and coughs, kneading his hands together.

Darla sits up, suddenly alert.  Then she looks over at Angelus,
sniffing.  "For me?  Oh, how sweet.  Can't wait til we get to the
villa, dear boy?"

Angelus forces a smile and leans over, kissing Darla.  Then when
Darla lays her head on his shoulder, he looks at William and
mouths. "That was you I kissed, Will."

William nods, and moans again, his eyes rolling into his head.  He
looks down at Drusilla, then back over to Angelus again.  "Imagining
you," he mouths.

Angelus whimpers, and quickly cups Darla's corseted breast. He mouths
to William. "I want you so much, my beautiful boy."

Drusilla looks up, and glares at Angelus.  She sits up and straddles
him, cutting off William's view of Angelus, and kisses him.

Angelus clenches his fists, and lays his head back against the
carriage wall closing his eyes. This was going to be a long ride.

They finally arrive.  When the carriage doors are opened, it is
night, and they are in front of a lovely country villa.  Darla drags
Angelus into the house, kissing and fondling him as she goes, taking
him to a bedroom and closing the door.

"You haven't been that passionate for me in a while, dear boy.  I
should take you on carriage rides more often."

Angelus nods, afraid to do much more.  He has to keep up this arousal
and erection, or Darla will know it wasn't for her. He reaches for
her and brings her close, kissing her with as much passion as he can
muster.

She moans into the kiss, and starts undoing his shirt.  She slips her
hands in, stroking his chest, and then trails her hands down to his
trousers.  "Oh, Angelus, I can't wait.  You'll have to ravage me
clothed.  Just tear off the knickers and you can push up my skirts
and petticoats."

Outside William can hear this.  He wonders if Angelus is still
thinking of him.  'My beautiful boy'- it had him faint with desire.
Drusilla narrows her eyes at him, almost as if she can tell what he
is thinking...hell, perhaps she can.

She spits at him.  "You're thinking of Daddy.  You thought of him the
whole way.  You have to be punished.  Come with me William."  She
drags him off to another bedroom.  William attempts to resist, but
she is older, and therefore more powerful, if not by much.  He
understands now why Angelus is terrified of Darla.  She throws him
into the room, and begins to rips the silk bedsheets into
strips.  "Lay down,"  she says, "or I'll make you.  It'll hurt more
if I have to make you."

Angelus wants this over with, so this is perfect.  He rips her
knickers off and shoves her up a wall, letting himself out and
thrusting into her harshly and quickly.

Darla moans and thrusts back against him.  "Ah, yes, that's my
Angelus!  Lovely beast."

William is terrified as he stretches out over the bed.  Drusilla ties
him with the silk strips to the bedposts, and grabs a bedwarmer.  She
breaks the wooden handle off, and begins beating William's tender ass
with it.  She doesn't stop until he is covered with bruises and
welts.  His screams reverberate through the house.   She tosses the
handle aside.  "Bad William."  Then she leaves the bedroom and goes
back into the main living chamber.  She sprawls herself out onto the
couch.

Angelus hears William's screams and slams his fist into the wall.  He
slams his hips back and forth and pushes deeper and harder into
Darla, rushing to get her to completion.

It doesn't take long.  The violent sex is just to Darla's taste and
she cums, hard, and then collapses, passing out from the intensity of
the sex.

Angelus pulls out, not caring about cumming, and he places Darla on
the bed.  He rushes into the room William is in. He almost roars in
agony, but instead rushes over and pulls the silk straps off.
Angelus picks William up in his arms gently and cradles him careful
not to put pressure on his ass. He whispers. "Will, Will, my
beautiful boy, oh I'll hurt her so badly."

William shivers.  "Why?  I thought it was all right, that it was
Vampire Lore.  Why did she...?" He moans and clings to Angelus, his
eyes full of pain.

Angelus pulls William close, and growls low and loud enough for
Drusilla to hear him. Oh, she was going to pay. He whispers in
William's ear. "It is Lore, my boy, it is. But jealousy, my lad, it
brings the worst out in us. These girls, they are so jealous. They
cannot abide it. It is Lore, it is. They just hate the thought of us
loving and wanting anyone but them. I am so sorry, little one."

William looks up, panicked.  "Won't Darla be angered?  You'd better
go back before she comes looking.  Don't get hurt for me."

Angelus strokes William's cheek and shakes his head. "Shh, she is out
like a light and will be for a good long while. I made sure of it--
gave her just the right amount of pleasure to knock her out. William,
I want to give you a bath to soothe your pains.  Can I?"

William nods.  "Yes, please.  I'd like that.  But... you don't mind?
Tending to me?"

Angelus shakes his head. "No, I do not. I want to.  Now lay here for
a second.  I shall be right back, little one." Angelus lays William
down carefully, then walks out and finds Drusilla. He picks her up by
her throat and walks back into the hall to the spare bedroom.  He
throws her in the room.  His eyes are amber and he looks down at her
on the floor, his voice harsh. "You will be locked in here and I will
deal with you later.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy."  She says.  Her eyes are not sane.  "Miss Edith warned
me all about it."

William lies on the bed and shivers.  He figures it is the shock of
the beating hitting him.  He closes his eyes and thinks of Angelus.
His savior.

Angelus nods tensely and shuts the door, locking it behind him,
taking the key with him. He comes back into the room, shutting and
locking that door, and covers William until he can fill the bath. He
then walks into the adjoining bathroom and starts the tub, letting
the water get almost scalding but still bearable enough to sit in.
Vampires loved heat, but too much could still effect the skin. He
comes back out and lifts the blanket.  He goes about carefully taking
off William's clothes, piece by piece, until he is naked. Angelus has
to stave off his erection, and he slowly picks up William and walks
with him in his arms to the bathroom.

He flips William so as to not sit him on his ass in the tub, but
lowers him to his knees and leans him forward, his arms over the edge
of the edge of the tub.  He speaks softly. "Hold onto the edge. If
you go back on your ass, my beautiful boy, you'll have much pain.
Just lean forward and let me take care of you, all right?"

He nods, and hardens as Angelus talks so gently and sweetly to
him.  "Yes, Angelus.  I love it when you call me your beautiful
boy."  He luxuriates in the heat, leaning forward and gripping the
tub's edge tightly.

Angelus smiles and picks up a sponge.  He leans forward and soaks it,
and presses his mouth to William's ear and whispers ever so
softly. "Do you now my......beautiful .....boy." Then he kisses the
earlobe and begins to softly press the sponge to the sore and bruised
ass cheeks.

William moans and begins to purr despite the pain.  "Oh, god, your
voice, your hands..."

Angelus hums and continues his gentle scrubs with the sponge. "What
about them little one?"

"Just your voice alone can make me hard.  And your hands...your hands
on me...god, I want you so much!"

Angelus moans and puts his other arm in the water.  He uses it to cup
William's ass cheek while he scrubs the other. He gently massages it
in his hand. He starts breathing harshly and he moans again. "Oh,
lord, Will.  Please, boy, don't say those things now...god please."

"I'm sorry," whimpers William.  "I can't do anything right."

Angelus pushes his mouth to William's ear and it is husky and
raspy. "Shush, Will. I want you so bad.  And I can't, you're hurt and
I can't. But I want you.  I want you so much."

"I....I could touch you.  With my hands.  W-w-with my mouth."

Angelus whimpers pitifully and lowers to the floor.  He grasps
William's face. "Are you sure? You dinna have to. I can wait for you
a bit longer, til you're better.  I waited this long, a little more
for you to touch me won't kill me, Will."

"I want to touch you.  I want to make you happy."  William says, his
eyes huge and open.

Angelus leans forward, and captures William's lips in a gentle and
passionate kiss. He pulls back a minute later and rubs his face along
William's. "How would you like to do this-- you touching me? Would
you like me to crawl in the tub with you, or in the bed?"

"In the bed, I think.  Less chance of landing on my ass."  William
smiles.

Angelus laughs and he nods.  He leans up and puts out his
hands. "Grab me Will."

Spike puts out his hands and grabs Angelus'.  "You've got me."

Angelus' eyes glow, and he picks up William and cradles him in his
arms. "Do I, then?"

William nods.  "I was lost from the moment you came at me out of the
darkness."

Angelus smiles, carries him to the bed and says softly. "You had me a
lot sooner."

"How?  That was the first time you saw me."

Angelus shakes his head and lays him on the bed. "No, it wasn't. I
saw you, sort of, when you bumped into me in the street. This fire
burned then. I couldna fight it any more than deny it."

"That was you?  I wasn't looking.  I was crying like a child, over a
stupid woman who said I was beneath her.  What a fool I was not to
see you there before me.  Why didn't you make me?"

Angelus twiddles with his shirttails and says one word, "Darla."

"Oh."  William thinks.  "So you got Drusilla to make me.  And now she
hates me because I want you."

Angelus nods, but doesn't look up.  He is actually afraid what
William will think. This disconcerts him, but he cannot fight this
surge of feeling for William. "Yes, that's about the way of it. I
dinna mean for her to hurt you. And I wanted to make you so very
badly. I wanted you to be totally mine."

"I wish I were. Yours."  William moves over and puts his hands on
Angelus' chest.  "Say it again.  I love it when you say it."

Angelus' eyes sparkle and he says softly, "My beautiful boy."

William moans, and begins kissing on Angelus' chest.  He slides his
hands down and begins undoing Angelus' trousers.  "I don't want to
disappoint you.  You must tell me if I am not pleasing you."

Angelus unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way and takes it off.  He
nods. "I will tell thee, but you dinna have to worry, my Will. I
doubt you can do anything that will displease me."

William lifts up and removes' Angelus' boots and then slides his
trousers off.  He stares for a moment in wonder at Angelus' massive
erect cock.  William himself is hard, and becomes harder
still.  "Magnificent," he whispers.  He reaches out and tentatively
takes it in his hand, gently stroking the velvety-soft skin.

Angelus' eyes roll back in his head.  He sits on the bed.  Angelus
leans back and looks at William intensely. He looks over William's
naked body and his erection grows in William's hand. "So are you, my
beautiful boy. You're perfection."

"So strange.  No one ever thought me beautiful before.  They mocked
me."  William continues to stroke, then wraps his clever fingers
around Angelus' cock.  He begins to slowly pump.

Angelus groans and lifts his hand to William's face. "You are, they
were fools who were jealous. You're so beautiful, so pretty."

William moans.  The pain is fading fast as he becomes more and more
aroused.  "I...I....I want to use my mouth on you.  But I don't know
what to do.  Tell me."

Angelus whimpers and he shakes. He composes himself the best he can,
and tries to tell William how to pleasure him with his
mouth. "Open...open your mouth and just take the head in at first.
Lick it and suckle on it like you would a fruit.  Take your time, no
rush Will."

William leans down and takes the head into his mouth.  The skin takes
musky and good.  He begins to lick, little kitten licks at first,
then longer licks, swirling his tongue.  He sucks as well, forming
his lips and mouth into a tight seal around this lovely piece of
flesh.  There is a new taste, a bit of fluid...he assumes it is the
same pre-cum that he encounters when he fists his own cock.  He licks
up the fluid and then probes his tongue gently into the slit from
which it came.

Angelus fists his hands in the sheets. "Oh, Will, oh Will. Yes...so
good. Now, if you want. Oh, god, if you can, take more into your
mouth.  Keep the tight suction. And...and...lick down and up like you
are."

William purrs, happy that he is evidently giving Angelus pleasure. He
moves his mouth down, keeping up the suction.  He moves his tongue,
getting bold, making intricate patterns on the skin.   He imagines
this would be much more difficult if one really had to breathe.  He
reaches the back of his throat and there is still more of Angelus'
cock left unattended.  He opens his throat and swallows.

Angelus' hips shoot up from the bed and he moans loudly.  Right now,
he is glad Drusilla is locked away and Darla is out like a proverbial
light. He reaches one hand up tentatively, tangles it in William's
hair and whispers hotly, "Again, my beautiful boy.  Do that again."

William is startled at first, but realizes the reaction is because he
did something right.  He purrs louder, and swallows again, sucking
hard.

Angelus' eyes flash, and go back, then flash again.  The grips
tightens and his voice lowers to a sultry growl. "God in heaven, lad,
the things you make me feel. It's so wrong. No one, god no one on
this earth alive or dead has ever… I want more. I want it all.  Suck
me in, take me to a place I've never been. Please, my William, take
me there."

William is vibrating with purrs now, all the lovely vibrations
transferring to the flesh in his mouth and throat.  He relaxes his
throat, sucks harder, and swallows, pushing forward, taking Angelus
completely in down to the root.  He begins to move his mouth slowly
up, and then hard down again, all the way.  His tongue continues to
work wicked trails on the tender flesh.

Angelus rips the sheets in his other hand and his back arches off the
bed again. And with a harsh and guttural cry, he cums down William's
throat, straining with every fiber not to slam in his throat. After
he is spent, he sinks down into the bed in a careless lump.

William swallows the rush of cold seed, feeling it pour down his open
throat.  Then he slowly, carefully, moves his mouth off Angelus'
softening cock.  He rubs his body, still purring, along Angelus, and
nuzzles into his neck.  He begins to lick.

Angelus chuckles, and his voice is raspy. "Knew you were a licker.
Oh, Will, that was so delicious and the purring!  My word, boy, the
purring!"

"I did well?"  William asks.  "I wanted it to be good for you.  I
didn't want to disappoint you."

Angelus lifts his hand and strokes through William's hair. "Hardly,
my lad, hardly. You were perfection. For someone who has never done
that before, it was like you were made for it. I have never had
anyone pleasure me that way before, and have it be that good. I
promise thee, you were perfection."

Spike purrs and stretches, cat-like, rubbing himself against Angelus
in sheer animal pleasure.  "The women thought I was disappointing.
I'm so rapturous that I can please you so well."

Angelus moans and stills William. "Will, oh, lord, my beautiful boy,
you must stop or I canna control my urges. I want ta wait, my little
one-- make it special. When the girls leave, you and I will do it
right.  No need for quiet and careful. We can scream our pleasure--
make the world hear it. But for now, for now my boy we have to stop."

William stops and scoots back from Angelus.  "Yes, Angelus.   I
understand."  His face is sad, and his eyes filled with longing.

Angelus sits up, cups William's face, and kisses him softly. He pulls
back and kisses his forehead. "Please, Will, dinna be sad. I just
want it to be right and good. I want you to always remember it. I
want it to be the best experience you ever had."

"It will be," William says, his eyes glowing.  "I know already it
will be."  His face brightens.  "We'll be alone!  I had almost
forgotten.  I can wait."  He stretches onto the bed, on his stomach,
his muscles rippling under his skin.  Angelus glimpses his still-hard
cock before he lies down.  The welts on his backside are beginning to
heal, but it is still an ugly, ugly marring of his perfect white
flesh.

Angelus runs his hands over the backside, stroking and caressing. He
bites into his wrist and offers it to William. "Drink. I do not want
to look at your perfect skin bruised any longer. I want you like you
should be."

William sips on the blood, overwhelmed as always by the taste and the
richness.  It was better than any drug, any exquisite liquor.  He
cums, as before, just from the taste and the pleasure.  His pain
fades into insignificance and he can feel the wounds disappearing.

Angelus lets William drink for a bit more then pulls his wrist away.
He leans over and kisses the now perfect flesh of William's buttocks.
He licks and nuzzles his nose into the flesh breathing it in.

William whimpers.  "The blood heals?  I'm perfect for you now?"

Angelus moves to William's ear. "You're always perfection.  Now
you're just god-like. You're an Adonis, William. But yes, the blood
heals, makes anew what once was cut and bruised." He trails his hand
back down to William's buttocks and scrapes his fingernails lightly
over them one by one. He shivers and gasps and kisses William's head,
then he stands up and starts to pull his clothes back on.

William watches him.  "Darla will be awake soon?  And what about
Drusilla?"

Angelus looks up and his eyes are aglow. "I will deal with Drusilla,
my beautiful boy.  She will never do that again, this I promise you."
Angelus walks over, leans over, and kisses William soft and sweetly.
Then he pulls back. "Remember our time is just for us.  Never speak
of it."

William nods.  "I swear.  I will not speak of it except to you.  I
belong to you, Angelus.  Command and I obey."

Angelus shivers. "God, boy. God, I have ta lave this room now or I
never will." Angelus looks at William once more and leaves, closing
the door behind him. He walks to where he locked Drusilla, and
unlocks the door and walks in. "Well, then, let's get to it, shall
we?" Then he shuts the door behind him. A few hours later, he walks
out and wipes his bloodied hands on himself.  He walks to the kitchen
to wash them in the sink. Then he heads to bed.

The next day Darla is wandering the mansion and comes across the
bloodied and beaten Dru.   "What happened, Drusilla?"

Drusilla just shakes her head, refusing to speak.

Darla storms out into the living area and grabs William by the neck,
pinning him against the wall.  "Do we have a little monster here,
raising a hand against his Sire?  I heard the screams yesterday and
could have sworn they were yours, but you're pretty and unscarred.
What are you turning on your Sire for, fledge?  I should drain you
and dust you now."

Angelus comes out and coughs. "It wasn't him, Darla-- it was me."

Darla looks over at Angelus.  She still has William dangling from her
hand.  "You?  What has Drusilla done now?  If she's gone
unmanageable, I can't take her to the Master."

Angelus quickly raises his hands. "No, no, my love she hasn't.  She
and I had a disagreement, my love.  She forgot her place and needed
to be reminded is all. She has grown brave in her new-found role as a
Sire. She thought to challenge me, darling, she is still fit to
travel. She just needed reminded, Darla."

Darla slowly lowers William and lets him go.  "Well, I need her
healed to travel.  You two had best go hunting when night falls, and
bring her back a dainty morsel or two."

William gathers himself, but stays still where Darla has deposited
him.  She looks over.  "You may move.  In fact, make yourself
scarce.  You make me nervous."  She sits down as William scrambles to
leave the room.  "Angelus, my love, you are a disciplinarian without
equal.  It's really quite fantastic the amount of damage you can
inflict without permanent injury or death."

Angelus sits and picks up Darla's hands and kisses them. "I try,
Sire. She just enraged me beyond belief. I do not care how crazy she
is, she has always known her place. She only did it to hurt me. She
had to be taught a lesson, I do not want her going with you with an
attitude. I put a stop to it for the best, my love."

"Oh, I would never question your discipline, dear boy.  I merely
thought since she would not tell me what happened that her Childe had
attacked her.  Apparently she was merely ashamed of having challenged
you."  Darla kisses Angelus' hands.  "Are you certain she is up to
being a Sire?  I mean, perhaps it would be best to kill William, to
put a stop to her rebelliousness.  Take away her toys, so to speak."

Angelus screams without thought, "NO!!" Then he coughs, and calms
himself, and tries again. "I mean, no, Sire I do not believe it
necessary to harm or kill William.  He has shown great potential, my
love. And we need more then the two of us to show your great Master
that our line is great. You know how he likes Drusilla, but is also
disappointed in her mind. I made that mistake, and put shame upon
you, my love, but we have fixed it with William I believe when he is
ready to see the Master we will right my wrong. Please give him the
chance to prove himself, my love."

"You speak very eloquently on his behalf.  Very well, we won't kill
him.  You had best see that he is trained well.  And becomes a good
Warrior and Hunter.  Granted, he is beautiful and has the potential
to be quite a Seducer when his talents mature, but the Master
respects Warriors."  She yawns.  "I'm quite fatigued, now, love.
Come with me and keep me company."

Angelus nods and stands, offering his hand.

Darla takes his hand and takes him off to the bedroom.   Later
William comes back out and passes by the room, and he can hear moans
and grunts emanating from the room.  He clenches his fists in rage.
He slumps off, unable to bear the noises for a second longer...the
very thought of his beloved Angelus rutting with that...monster...
makes him angry.  It should only be him eliciting those noises of
pleasure from him.

He passes by Drusilla as he goes down the hall.  She flinches and
avoids him.  She is still covered in blood and riddled with bruises
and cuts.

Evening falls, finally, and Angelus and Darla emerge from the room.
She kisses Angelus deeply.  "Time for the men to go hunt and bring
back meals for the ladies."

Angelus nods. "Yes indeed, my lovely.  We shall bring back ripe and
plump morsels for you both." Angelus puts on his coat and looks at
William. "Your coat, boy.  Time to go hunting."

William quickly grabs his coat and falls into step beside
Angelus.  "Ready, Angelus."

Darla smiles.  "So obedient.  Does he follow your cues that well on
the hunt?"

Angelus nods and pats William's back. "Yes, he does.  He is a very
quick study, Darling, you would be surprised in the speeds he picks
up talents."

"Very well then, off with you both."

Angelus and William are soon outside, breathing the country air.  It
is only a short distance to a small town, or there are any number of
farms not far away.  Darla has informed Angelus about the locations
of the locals.  So it is only a question of where to go.  William is
already in the hunt mode, moving with speed and silence and panther-
like sleek grace.  He instinctively shadows Angelus, keeping a
watchful eye flank, and smelling and looking for prey.

Angelus holds up a hand-- spying a group come out of a church, two
woman and two men, apparently there for mass and now on their way
home. He looks at William to be sure he sees them as well.

William nods to show he sees and understands.  His blood is up now,
and the rush of the hunt is on him.

Angelus points out the two women, pulls out two gags and hands them
to William. He then fists his hand and bumps it on top of his head
lightly to show William how to knock them out but not kill them.  He
waits to make sure William understands that as well.

William nods.  Capture the women, take them home as treats...and
drink the men here.  It was a little chilling to him to think of how
quickly he had accepted the necessity of the death of others to feed
himself. He takes the gags and gets ready to move forward.

Angelus nods, then moves forward as fast as lightning, grabbing one
man by the throat then the other, pulling them back into the
darkness, muffling them until William gags and knocks out the girls.

William is able to easily overpower and knock out the girls.  Leaving
them gagged he goes over to Angelus holding the two men, and looks to
see which Angelus wants him to take.  When Angelus indicates,
silently, William grabs him, holding his mouth closed as he bows him
backward, tearing into his throat and drinking him greedily.

Angelus sinks his fangs into the man's neck and drinks deeply until
the heart stops, then he drops him, and he pants and looks at
William. His voice is low and guttural.  "Come here William."

William pads over, his eyes feral.  He growls low in his throat, a
sexy animal sound, and stands in front of Angelus.  Angelus pulls him
flush against him, and bites into his lips, gnashing his fangs
against William's and kissing harshly, holding tightly, growling and
snarling.

William scrapes his nails over Angelus' chest through the thin fabric
of his shirt, and then brings his hands to rest on his buttocks.  He
grips in and pulls their groins hard together, rubbing their cloth-
covered erections against each other.    He keeps up a low growling
rumbling purr the whole time as Angelus ravages his mouth.

Angelus growls deeper and licks and suckles the lips into his mouth.
But then he starts to calm, his breathing harsh, then he finally
pulls back and cradles William's face in his hands, looking in his
face, shaking off his gameface. "True face William."

William relaxes and lets his gameface go.  He looks up with his
cerulean blue eyes.  "Yes, Angelus."  He is still purring.

Angelus smoothes his fingers over his cheekbones. "You're
magnificent, Will."

William blinks, and his eyes sparkle at the praise.  "And you are a
god, Angelus."

Angelus laughs, pulls William close, and runs his fingers through his
hair. "I am glad I am dead, lad, your words make my heart break with
the intensity of them. The way you make me feel-- it expands it and
fills it so."

"I was never alive before this.  I wasted my life on foolishness.
You make me live."

Angelus smiles and traces around his eyes. "Ah, different views but
the same outcome. I seem to remember glasses, William, where have
they run off to?"

"I keep them in my coat.  Why?"

Angelus holds out his palm. "Let me see them, won't you lad?"

Confused at the sudden change in subject, William takes out the
glasses and lays them in Angelus' palm. Angelus holds them up and
smiles at them, then opens them and twirls them around in his hands.
Then he whispers, "Tilt your head back." William tilts his head back
obediently.  "Good lad." Angelus places the glasses on William's face
carefully. "Let me see now, William."

William looks at Angelus.  He feels ridiculous.  He knows the glasses
make him look bookish and unattractive, but he is willing to indulge
Angelus in whatever he pleases.

Angelus' hands shake as they just barely trace around William's face.
He whimpers and tilts William's face from side to side. He then
places his mouth next to William's ear and whispers. "One of these
nights, my Will, I will make you wear those glasses in bed, and one
other time I will make you wear them while I chase you and we can
play hunter and hunted, you delicious devilish thing. God, I desire
you so."

William shivers.  "I shall wear them whenever you choose, if they
make you feel like that."  *Delicious devilish thing....mmmmm.*  It
made him even harder to hear these words from his...from his Sire.
There, the word.  He couldn't think of him as anything else.  He
looks up.  "When we are alone, Angelus...may I call you Sire?"

Angelus drops straight to his knees-- the force of the words too
great-- and he shoves his face into William's stomach and clings to
him.  He nods over and over, afraid to speak.

"I am yours.  You are raising me.  Your desire made me.  You are my
one, my true Sire."  William runs his hands through Angelus' long
locks.

Angelus actually sheds a few tears then but hides them in William's
stomach. How can this boy do this? How can he render him so weak? He
composes himself and looks up at William. "My childe, my beautiful
boy, mine all mine."

"Yours.  All yours.  Only yours."  William stares back with his open
guileless face.

Angelus stands and kisses William's forehead. "All right, my boy,
grab a girl, and I shall take the other.  We must get back before the
ladies worry. Only another day, then they leave to see the Master, my
boy-- just one more day."

William grabs one of the women and hoists her over his
shoulder.  "One more day."
They head back to the villa and the women are waiting.  Darla has
apparently gotten Drusilla cleaned and has fed her blood.  The wounds
are gone.  Drusilla is still subdued and quiet, not her bubbly
childish self.  Darla looks up.  "Ah, the hunters return.  Are they
living still?"

Angelus nods and drops the girl on the table, and William drops his
right beside the one Angelus laid down. "Yes, my love, as you
requested. And as before William was an excellent student.  The
silent communication and signals, he caught right away."

"And I've no need to ask if you fed yourselves.  You are both flush
with blood.  Drusilla, my darling, time to feed.  You must be in good
health.  The Master has need of your gifts."  Drusilla mechanically
reaches forward and grabs one of the women and starts to feed.  Darla
is more gleeful in her feeding.  She restrains the woman in her arms
and wakes her up, shifting into game face and savoring the fear as
she slowly drinks her down.

Angelus takes off his jacket and hangs it up.  He looks at
William. "Be tidy.  Hang up your coat."

William hangs it up.  He watches as Darla toys with her meal,
stopping and licking the wounds closed, and stroking and petting the
woman.  "William!"  She commands.  "Come here. I need your
assistance."  He comes over quickly.  "Grab the woman's arms and hold
them in place above her head.  Do not let her escape.  I want to play
with this one for a while."  William does as he is bid, holding the
girl firmly.  Darla begins stroking the woman's corseted
breasts.  "Shush, shush my dear.  If you are pleasing I may let you
live."  She strokes down the woman skirts, and then climbs underneath
them.  There is the sound of ripping cotton and the woman begins to
moan through her gag.  William, despite himself, is becoming
aroused.

Angelus pulls up a chair and sits with his legs crossed, a huge smile
on his face, "I love when she gets in these playful moods. She is
evil that needs its own altar on which to be worshipped. I could not
have picked a better Sire."

William nods in agreement.  He can smell the woman's arousal,
clearly, and Darla's as well.  Women's arousal, he found, smelled
much more like vanilla and warm bread.  The woman moans and gasps and
twists a little in his arms....until she suddenly stiffens in his
arms and cries out in pain.  Shortly the pain, too, gives way to
moans, but he can feel her life slowly ebbing away.  At length Darla
climbs out from underneath.  "Lay her on the table, boy.  I need to
show you an excellent killing point, for when you become a Seducer."
He lays the woman on the table and Darla lifts her skirt.  He can see
the bite marks in the woman's thigh.  "There is an excellent spot for
blood there, William, and if you excite them sexually first, it is
richer than neck blood."  Her eyes are dilated in pleasure.

Angelus claps and smiles. "Show him a man's spot, Darling.  I love it
when you teach.  After all, seducing works both ways, lover."

She sighs happily.  "You are right.  A man this beautiful will
definitely be attractive to men as well."  She looks over at
Angelus.  "You're the only male in the room right now, other than
him.  Be so kind as to drop your trousers, so I can show him the
spot.  After all, it *was* your idea."

Angelus stands and tries his very best put-upon face, but his eyes
gleam quickly when he looks at William and he drops his
trousers. "Ready, my love, point away."

Darla pulls William closer, guiding his hand up along Angelus' thigh,
to a point high on the inner thigh.  "Right....here.  As long as you
are in the right spot the sound of the blood through the skin will
guide you to the exact location."

Angelus' eyes glitter. "Do you see, William?  Make sure you take
notice, learn the spot, and listen closely.  You're one step closer
to being deadly but slow, sensual and dangerous."

William tries hard to concentrate on the lesson and not on the feel
of Angelus' inner thigh.  Darla's hand on his provides a reminder.
He nods.  "What's a ...Seducer?"

Darla laughs.  "It's a specialized type of hunting, William.  A
Seducer never has to necessarily prowl the streets.  An adept Seducer
can walk into a party full of people, pick a target, and within
minutes get them to willingly leave and place themselves in the
Seducer's hands.  Sexual fascination is a Seducer's game.  You have
all the earmarks of a natural.  The grace, the fluid movements, the
natural obedience...I bet you are a licker, too."  She looks over at
Angelus.  "What do you think?"

Angelus nods. "Oh, I would bet my name that is he a licker, my love.
I think William is a born Seducer.  He just needs to realize his
ability for what it is." Angelus smiles at Darla, "Shall we try it on
the hard target, my dear?"

Darla smiles.  "What an entrancing idea.  I'll go to my room for a
moment.  You give him a little coaching.  And then I'll come back out
and he can try."

Angelus nods and as soon Darla is gone, he looks at Drusilla first,
keeping his voice low and calm. "Quit pouting about, Drusilla. And
for God's sake, quit making a mess.  Dispose of the bodies.  I need
the table.  Then take a bath like a good girl."

Drusilla flinches.  "Yes, Sire."  She gets up and starts dragging the
bodies out of the room, one in each arm.

William looks at Angelus.  "I'm a Seducer?  And I'm going to be able
to make Darla fascinated?  How?  She already took me to bed and she
didn't seem overly impressed."

Angelus strokes William's face, and in a feat of bravery kisses
William hard and  quick, then pulls back. "Where did you feel that
kiss?  Where did it burn most?"

William moans.  "In my crotch."  Angelus can smell his arousal.

Angelus nods and moves William back to the table then lifts him and
sits him on it* "Good.  Now just use that burn, and spread it.  Close
your eyes and feel it.  Spread it from toe to head-- make it yours,
control it. You have to control your own passion and fire before you
can even think of seducing another, Will. Close your eyes for me."

William closes his eyes.  He tries to conjure the feeling of
spreading the burn.  He waits to see what Angelus will say next.

Angelus puts his hand on William's thigh and caresses. "Feel it?"

William feels fire shoot through him.  It's like the hunt, but
different.  He purrs.  "Yes."

"Concentrate on it, my beautiful boy.  We are eternal beings.  We
defy almost every natural law known to man.  Change it and make it
yours.  Turn your passion into a weapon."

He pulls it up into his core, like a breath into his chest.  He
pushes out, and his whole demeanor changes.  It is the panther again,
but breathtakingly sexy.  He feels it now, how he can use his arousal
and focus it like this, as he does his excitement in the hunt.

Angelus can see the changes and he lowers his voice. "Open your eyes
now Will."

William opens his eyes, and they glitter like a cat's.  He turns them
on Angelus.  "Is this it?"

Angelus sucks in a breath, puts his hand on his tummy, and
nods. "Yes, my beautiful boy, you are perfect and you are sensual.
You're my boy, and you are everything you want to be. Take off your
jacket, little one."

William slowly shrugs the jacket off.  His fluid movements make it a
striptease.  He looks at Angelus, waiting for the next command.

Angelus loosens his tie and points to his shirt
buttons. "Un....unbutton three or four buttons on your shirt for me."

William undoes his buttons, one at a time, opening the shirt and
offhandedly stroking his own flesh.

Angelus moves further back into the dark of the room and his voice
filters out.  "Wonderful, my boy.  Now when Darla emerges, lean back,
just let your legs spread. Her neck near her jugular and her wrists
are very sensitive. Turn your voice to liquid sex, my lad.  Do not
falter, and no matter what keep eye contact. Just keep in your mind
that you are my boy and you are anything you need to be. I will be
right here. Make me proud."

As if on cue, Darla comes back out into the main room.  She nods with
approval at the change in William.  "William, my boy, what a pleasure
to see you."

William leans back, letting his legs spread slightly.  "Darla," he
says, and his voice is a panther's purr.  He locks eyes with her.
She stops, intrigued.  He shows promise.

He stalks forward, muscles playing under the skin.  In movement, he
is quite simply breathtaking.  He reaches for her hands without
looking for them and raises them to his lips.  She shivers.  He
continues kissing up, onto her wrists, and kisses and licks at them.
She moans, and moves closer.  He keeps eye contact , and pulls her to
him.  She melts, and he goes for her neck.  He begins nibbling near
the jugular.  He shifts, slowly, into game face and touches the
jugular with his teeth.  "Oooooo, excellent boy William.  You are
indeed a Seducer.

Angelus claps and moves out of the shadows.  "Darla, isn't he a
marvel?  A quick learner and it seems he has found his calling. His
Vampire talent would you not say?"

"Most definitely," she purrs.  "A Childe only three days old able to
get a rise from a Master Vampire?  Pity you'll have to make him a
Warrior as well.  That is, if you ever hope to have the Master accept
him into the line."

"Oh, I plan to make him a Warrior, my love, no doubt about that.  But
what arts to best suit him will have to be contemplated. I am glad
you're pleased, my darling.  I think we should retire now and sleep.
We have had a inventive day."

"Retire, perhaps," She says.  "Not to sleep.  If you are too tired, I
could take William to bed."

Angelus shakes his head and sweeps up Darla in his arms. "Oh, no, my
love, I shall be more than willing to attend to you." Angelus looks
over his shoulder and gives William a longing look, then disappears
into his room with Darla.

William supresses a mighty groan as Angelus disappears with Darla.
He drags off to the other bedroom, where a fearful-eyed Drusilla
waits for him.

Dru hisses.  "I should have rammed it up your ass rather than beat
you with it.  Then you'd be ruined for him."

William's eyes flash, and Dru subsides.  "I'm leaving tomorrow
anyway, and Angelus will get you.  It's what he wants.  But *I*
wanted you too.  *I* made you."  She starts weeping.

William can't help it, he is drawn to comfort her.  He climbs into
bed and puts his arm around her.  He purrs loud and low, and she
relaxes into his body.  Eventually she drifts off to sleep.

The next day comes, and Angelus and Darla wake late from the exertion
of the night before once they had got back to the bedroom. Angelus
had imagined and used all his fantasies of William he has built up to
last a good five hours until Darla had passed out on him again. He
knew from the sounds of weeping last night there was nothing
happening on William's end. He clothes and walks out into the hall
and sees William reading, wearing his glasses.  He smiles and walks
over taking a seat across him. "Good afternoon, lad."

William looks up shyly, made self-conscious by the glasses.  "Good
afternoon Angelus."

Angelus reaches out and caresses William's cheek.  He says softly. "I
was very proud of you. And if I dare say highly aroused. I want and
need you so much, and that only made me want you more. So primal and
feline, William.  How did anyone ever make fun of you?"

"Because I was a foolish weak poet with ridiculous glasses, who
wanted a highborn woman beyond his reach.  I wasn't primal or
feline."

Angelus taps William's cheek a bit hard and looks at him with glowing
eyes. "You always were.  Just because stupid humans did not realize
your passion and fire, William, dinna mean it was not there. You are
beauty and allure, William.  Even in those glasses, I want to throw
you on this table and open you up, live inside you. We will make them
pay.  We will find them when we go back, and we will kill everyone of
them cruelly and slowly."

William lights up with pleasure and fire, his eyes going feral.  "We
will?"  His voice sings with passion and cruelty.

Angelus nods, "We will, my beautiful boy.  They'll die for making you
feel anything less than what you are."

William reaches across and strokes Angelus' face.  "You are too good
to me."

"You're everything to me, already. I can't explain it. I haven't even
really been with you and I need you like blood. There's something
here, Will, between us, and I couldn't fight if I tried."

"There's definitely something between us.  I feel like I belong to
you...like I would do anything and everything at your bidding, move
heaven and earth for your pleasure."

Angelus kisses William's hand. "Only this day, and they leave at
nightfall, William.   We just have to get through the day."

William nods and shivers.  "And then we can truly be together."  Then
they both hear the noises of Darla stirring.  Angelus drops William's
hand.

Darla comes waltzing out, still in a dressing gown, not even
corseted.  She saunters over to Angelus and drapes herself across his
lap.  She purrs happily.  "Mmmmm, you proved to be a tiger last
night, Angelus.  Perhaps I should postpone my trip another day."

Angelus shakes his head. "Nay, Darla, my love.  You know how the
Master detests when you postpone, my love. You must go to him.  He
loves your presence so."

Darla sighs.  "I suppose you are right.  It will be a long cold
visit, except for Dru to warm my nights, and it is not the same."
She sits up and strokes Angelus' face.  "Are you up to warming me
again before I leave, dear boy?"

Angelus kisses Darla's head. "Do you not wish to hunt before you
leave, my darling?"

"No.  There will be hunting enough in the sewers.  And I am still
full from that tasty morsel you brought me last night."  She stands
up and walks over to William.  "Come with me, lad, since your
GrandSire seems to be tired. "

Angelus stays put and smiles. He can get through this, then they will
leave him alone with his boy.  Plus, he wishes to speak to Dru.

Darla drags William off to her room.  The sounds of grunts and moans
soon comes from behind the door.

Angelus stands up stiffly and walks to the room with Drusila and
knocks to be polite.

"Come in Sire."  Drusilla's voice says, formal and precise.

When Angelus enters, he sees Drusilla formally dressed, her hair done
perfectly, her make-up exact.  He has never seen her this way.  She
looks over at him with cold eyes.

Angelus walks over and sits on his knees before her. "You look so
pretty, my sweet girl."

"Thank you Sire."  Her eyes don't connect with him but stare off into
space.
Angelus brings up his hands and touches hers. "Drusilla, I need you
to look at me please?"

Drusilla brings her eyes to focus intensely on his.  "This better,
Sire?"

Angelus nods. "Princess, I need you to come back to the good place.
You need to be good for Darla, so you can come home to me. You know
the Master does not abide your bad spells."

"I'm good.  I'm quiet.  I don't bother anybody.  I am still being
punished."  Dru keeps looking at Angelus.

Angelus reaches up and cups Drusilla's cheek. "You did a very bad
thing, my sweet, but you are making amends and you are keeping quiet
like a good girl."

"Like a good girl.  Why did you have to take him, Daddy?  He was
supposed to be *mine*.  You said he was.  My little Prince.  And now
all he wants is you."  Her voice is a broken-hearted wail.

Angelus leans up and kisses Drusilla softly, and when he leans back
he has a small smile. "He is still your prince, and he cares for you
Drusilla.  Please understand.  We cannot help it."

Drusilla's eyes cloud for a moment and then she looks at Angelus
again.  "You can't help it, can you Daddy?  It's like a spell, or an
old fairy tale."  She strokes his face.  "Poor Daddy.  Poor William.
I forgive you."

"Thank you my sweet girl. I want you to have a nice time.  When you
come back, I will have a new doll waiting.  How does that sound?"

Drusilla smiles.  "I love new dolls.  Miss Edith has quite a court
now."  She leans over and kisses Angelus on the cheek.  "Sweet
Daddy."

Angelus kisses Dru once more and stands. "Are you all packed, my
sweetling?"

"All packed, ready to go.  Is Grandmummy enjoying William?"

Angelus stiffens, then nods. "I suppose so, my sweet."

"Good.  Because as long as she is happy she won't see a thing.
Grandmummy is blind to all but her own pleasure."

Angelus nods. "Grab your things and set them by the door, Princess"

"Yes Daddy."  She gets up and gathers her things, carrying them to
the door.

When Angelus goes back into the living room, a much-worse-for-wear
William is dragging Darla's luggage to the door.

Angelus walks into the room and finds Darla putting on her coat. "I
see you're ready my love."

"Yes."  She flows across and kisses Angelus.  "Sorry to leave you
alone with no female companionship."

Angelus nods. "I will make do, I'm sure. Be safe on your journey."

"Yes, I suppose you can always kidnap a local and eat her later.  I
will see you when the Master releases me again.  Send word if you
decide to return to town."

Angelus kisses her softly. "I shall, my love, you know I will. I will
miss you immensely."

"And I, you, dear boy.  But you know the Master...he can't do without
me for long."  She caresses his face one last time and heads for the
door.  She stops to kiss William on the mouth.  "Study hard.  Obey
Angelus."  Then she looks over at Drusilla,  "Come, darling.  Time to
go."  They gather their luggage and leave, and soon the coach is
clattering away into the night.

Angelus is frozen in his spot-- afraid to move, afraid to breathe,
even though he doesn't need to.  He just stares at the closed door.

William strips off his shirt and puts on his best Seducer aura,
stalking over towards Angelus.  He strokes his face and pulls his
head down, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss.

Angelus is still for bit longer, then comes back to life.  He slams
William up against a wall and bites into his lips with blunt teeth.
He starts to strip off his pants, then he picks William up, wraps his
legs around his waist, and heads for his bedroom, snarling and
moaning into William's mouth. He bangs into several walls on his way
there. William writhes against Angelus as he is being carried, trying
to meld their bodies together.  His eyes have gone feral as well, and
he purrs and growls as they wrestle together.

Angelus get to his bed and throws William on it. He strips off his
clothes, then goes around the room lighting candles.  He closes the
curtains that are open for the night, cloaking the room in just a
candle light glow.  Then he goes and locks the door just in case. He
walks over to the foot of the bed panting and touching his lips.

William watches him, and climbs onto his hands and knees on the bed.
He paces, like a panther, following his progress around the room from
the bed.  As Angelus approaches the bed, William comes crawling,
purring, growling low in his throat, his cock hard and waiting.  He
glows alabaster in the candlelight.

Angelus grabs William's head and brings him up.  He kisses him again,
hard and deep, sucking the tongue into his mouth, sucking the purrs
and rumbles into himself. He then throws William back down and
smirks.  He turns around and grabs the body oil off the dresser, and
for the first time William can see his tattoo aglow in the
candlelight. He turns back around and climbs onto the bed and sits at
the bottom of William's feet. William writhes, arching his back and
flexing his muscles sinuously.  "Please."

Angelus speaks for the first time since Darla left, and it is low and
laden with arousal. "Please, what, my beautiful boy?"

William's voice is husky liquid sex.  "Take me.  Ravage me.  Make me
completely yours."

Angelus growls and his eyes roll back in his head. He fights to keep
his human face and his composure.  If he did what his demon demanded,
he would be pounding the boy six ways from Sunday right now. But he
wants to make it good and for God's sake try to make it last.  He
opens his eyes-- they glow and almost swirl. He coats his hands with
the oil and pulls William's legs on either side of him, leaving only
enough room to slide his hand between them. "You sure, Will?  You
want this, want me?"

"More sure than I've ever been of anything.  I close my eyes and I
see you.  I smell you.  I taste you.  I want to feel you in me.  I
want to be pinned underneath you and used for your pleasure."

Angelus groans low and coats his hands more. He slides one to
William's hip bone and slides it up and down in a soothing rhythm.
Then he trails his other hand to William's virgin hole, moving it
around in tiny soft circles on contact. His voice is low and soothing
but intense. "I want you, I need you, I can't wait to be inside you.
You're so soft, so soft."

William mewls and purrs, and his muscles shake from the strain of
holding still.  "I want to be impaled on you.  I want to service you
like a whore, make you cum inside me, make you scream for me."  He
continues all this in his liquid-sex voice, writhing and displaying
himself as much as he is able.

Angelus' moan is guttural, and he shoves one finger inside of
William, pumping it back and forth slowly, twisting it and turning
it. His face shifting back and forth. "Will, please, oh God please,
you have no idea what you're asking me. Oh, God, I can't hold back--
can't-- if you say it again. Please, Will."

"Please say it again?  I want to pleasure you.  I want you to take
me, so that I know I have been taken.  Later you can be gentle, but
right now I need you inside me, and you need to be inside me.  Ravage
me.  Treat me like your whore."

The next thing William knows, Angelus is hovering on top of him and
William's legs are wrapped around his waist.  Angelus' eyes are feral
yellow.  He speaks, his voice barely audible, it is so strained with
want. "My whore, then?"

"Yes.  Your whore."  William's eyes are an answering yellow, and he
is purring, his muscles straining.

"Fine, my beautiful boy, as you wish it." Then he surges forward,
burying himself to the hilt inside his boy, his voice a strained
gasp. He stills long enough to grab his bearings, so cool so tight,
God so damn tight, so soft and silky and only his, only his.
Then he pulls back his hips and starts a furious, hard, deep pace.
He pulls back William's neck slightly and starts to bite and lick his
jugular.

William snarls and roars as Angelus enters him.  It is beyond pain
and beyond pleasure in a way he cannot even describe.  It is
possession, and his whole body welcomes it.  His legs wrap tight
around Angelus' hips, pulling him deep, increasing the force as he
pistons in and out.  When Angelus pulls on his neck he arches it
back, exposing it.  "Yes, damnit, yes, oh god, yours, yours, yours!"

Angelus speeds up-- going now as fast as he can, as deep as he can,
as hard as he can.  He needs to feel it all. He waited and it doesn't
matter how long he waited -- it felt like forever. He snarls and
licks and sucks harder on the mark Dru made.  He wants it gone.  He
wants eliminate it, put his own there, make it official, make it so
his boy never forgets just who he belongs to. His voice still bone
deep. "Mine, mine, mine, lord, my God, my beautiful boy, mine."

"Your boy, only yours, always yours!"  William's whole body is into
this now.  He is throwing his hips down to meet Angelus' frenzied
thrusts, and he is a heaving, snarling, purring blur of flesh
attached to Angelus' cock.  The whole rest of the world has ceased to
exist.

Angelus changes into gameface and sinks his fangs into William's
neck, hard and fast.  He bites hard enough to scar, and thrusts so
deep he feels as if he will come out  the other side. He cums then,
with a harsh howl around William's throat, and it combines with a
keening whine as he sucks the delicious nectar.

As the incredible feeling of Angelus' teeth tear into him William
freezes, cumming hard, nearly losing consciousness from the sheer
force of it.  He feels something wrench deep within him and he
instinctively knows this is more than a mere feeding.

Angelus retracts his fangs and licks the bit mark and says only one
word-- but it says everything and seals everything. "Mine!!"

William shudders, deeply, and replies, "Yours."  Then he collapses
into a boneless heap on the bed.

Panting, Angelus lowers gently into William's body, laying his head
on his stomach.

William runs his hands through Angelus' hair.  His voice still deep
with passion, he asks, "What was *that*?"

Angelus asks in awe, "What part do you mean exactly, Will?"

"The bite.  I know it was more than just a bite...I could feel it.
What happened?"

Angelus smiles and snuggles further into William. "That, my beautiful
boy, was what we Vampires like to call a claim. I claimed you as my
own."

"I belong to you now?  Fully and completely?"  William purrs.

Angelus looks up. "Yes, Will, in a way you do.  A full claim has to
be done both ways-- you claim me and I claim you.  For now it is only
half. And before you ask, we can hide mine on you from Darla, but not
from Dru. Dru won't say anything-- she will throw a fit but she won't
hurt you anymore.  She'll just complain to me. But Darla is so close
to me she would notice right away if you claimed me.  The Lore would
not allow it, and she would surely kill you. I cannot lose you, my
beautiful boy."

William nods.  "I understand.  But you want me to... if I could do
it, you would want me to claim you?"

Angelus caresses William's cheek.  "This feeling in my gut when I'm
near you, see you, smell you--it's so fierce and strong. I want you
and need you and I do not like sharing you. But yes, Will, I think I
would in this moment, I say yes I would."

William's eyes glitter.  "That's all I need.  It's our secret."  He
lies there for a moment, stroking Angelus' hair.  "Is there only one
claiming in a lifetime?"

Angelus shakes his head. "No, there can be more.  But when a new one
is made,  the old one is erased."

"No one but you shall ever claim me," William says.  "I swear it on
my existence."

Angelus hums in approval and runs his fingers over the claim
mark. "Good, then, my boy.  I won't ever have to worry about killing
anyone then."

William purrs and stretches himself.  "You'd kill for me."  It is a
statement, not a question.  He begins to harden again.  "I belong to
you... yours ...your property.  What do you want to do next with
me?"  He purrs and rubs himself on Angelus, licking and biting with
blunt teeth on his neck.

Angelus rubs himself along William, running his arms up William's,
stretching them above William's head until his body is taut. He then
starts to bite as well, all the places that reach his mouth.  Each
time William arches he whispers, "Something along these lines."

William whimpers and purrs, twisting in Angelus' grasp, not trying to
get away just enjoying the feeling of being pinned.  He raises his
legs to wrap around the small of Angelus' back and pulls their
crotches together, rubbing their hard cocks against each other.

Angelus' chest rumbles and he rubs them closer together.  Their cocks
strain against each other, now that they are so close. "Oh Will, what
are you?  God, what you do to me."

"I am your little Seducer.  I was made for you."  William moans and
growls, squirming hard against Angelus.  "I was created to pleasure
you."

Angelus shivers and rubs them together harder and faster. He rubs his
face into his mark, licking it and nipping it. "Mine."

When Angelus licks over the mark it is like liquid fire, and William
gasps and bucks against Angelus.  "Yours," he manages wheeze out in
reply.  He grinds their pelvises together in long, slow circles.  He
is drawing nearer and nearer to cumming, just from the friction.

Angelus growls low, loving to hear that, and he leans over to
William's ear and whispers, "Cum for me Will, cum for me now."

William cums at his Sire's words.  He can't help but obey him.  He
spurts all over their stomach as he shudders and shakes against
Angelus.

Angelus cums, then he waits until he comes down.  He leans over and
kisses William passionately. When he pulls back, he crawls down his
body and licks their combined fluids off of William's stomach,
twirling his tongue around until he has it all licked up. He then
moves to his belly button, and starts to fuck it with his tongue.

William purrs happily as Angelus licks him clean, and moans and gasps
as he begins to fuck his belly button.  He never even knew it was
that sensitive, but then every part of him seems so much more
sensitive after being turned.  He winds his hands in Angelus' hair
and threads his fingers through again and again. Angelus slowly lets
his fangs descend into William's belly, and he continues to fuck the
belly button while the fangs are imbedded around it. William starts
to harden again under the attention.  "Sire...oh god."  He gasps.
Angelus licks and twists his tongue harder and begins to suction his
mouth over the belly buttton, all the blood running down and into his
mouth. William twists his hand in Angelus' hair and gasps, bucking
against his Sire and lover.  The feelings are so exquisite....he
purrs and growls and moans.

Angelus waits until there is a mini-pool of blood in William's belly
button, then retracts his fangs and laps up the puddle slowly. He
brings his fingers to William's hipbones, rubbing back and forth
softly with his thumbs. William relaxes, enjoying the sensations of
fingers and tongue, purring louder and louder.  "Angelus... does my
blood...taste good?"

Angelus laps all the rest, and crawls up his body, his eyes
twinkling. "Oh yes, my lad, like peaches and cream.  It's so
delicious and tasty."

William rubs himself against Angelus as he crawls up him.  "I'm sorry
I ask so many questions."

Angelus shakes his head and runs his fingers over his lips. "No, my
boy, questions are very good.  You can ask as many as you like."

Spike runs his tongue out to lick Angelus' fingers and suck them into
his mouth, suckling them and licking on them. Angelus moans. "God,
boy, you are a licker." He lets him suck on his finger while he grabs
a pillow from the head of the bed and props it gently under William's
hips. He grabs the oil, opens it, and recovers his hands. He looks up
into William's suckling face and whispers, "Time for gentle and slow
now, Will.  Relax for me."

William moans.  "I'm ready for you."  He relaxes deeply.  Angelus can
see every muscle loosen.

"That's my good boy-- so pretty and good." Angelus takes one coated
hand and lowers it to William's cock, taking it in his hand and
starting a gentle soft pace up and down. Then he trails his other
hand to William's entrance, and starts in his little circles of
earlier.

William gasps and bucks into Angelus' hand.  "Oh, god, your
hand...this is the first time you've....oh god."  He whimpers as
Angelus continues to pump.

Angelus smiles and firms his grip, making sure to put the right
amount of pressure on the right spots, while scraping his fingernail
over his entrance, back and forth.  "Like my hands, William?"

"Oh god in heaven yes!  Your hands...I *love* the feel of them on
me.  So big and strong and manly."  He mewls in pleasure.

Angelus pumps firmly up and down, and says in time with his
pumps,  "Big... strong... manly..." He then pushes the first finger
in carefully, until it is fully seated.  "Is that all you like about
me beautiful boy?"

"No.  You're also the most handsome man I have ever seen.  And the
sexiest.  You have the most incredible eyes.  They bore right through
me, into my soul."

Angelus inserts another finger with the first, and starts to wiggle
them back and forth. "Handsome and sexy and my eyes then. Well Darla
seems to agree on my eyes." Angelus looks up and his expression is
soft. "William, my boy, you do not carry a soul inside thee anymore I
appreciate and adore the sentiment, but it no longer lies within you."

William considers for a minute.  That explains so many things, like
how he can now kill so casually without feeling guilt for it.  He
nods.  "I should have known.  This freedom I feel.  It's the lack of
a soul.  I am better off without it."

Angelus nods and pulls out his fingers when the muscles are loose
around him. He pulls them out and oils his cock and lines it up to
William's now quivering entrance.  "Ready, my beautiful boy?"

"Yes," he moans.  "Please, yes.  I am ready for you."

Angelus spreads William's legs a bit wider, and then pushes his cock
in just to the head and stops. He looks up, his eyes glitter, "Want
more?"

William whines, "Fuck!  Angelus please don't stop!"

Angelus pushes a bit further and stops again.  He puts one of his
hands on his chest and seems to be studying his nails.  "And now?"

"Angelus, god, please, more!"  William writhes and tries to thrust
Angelus further into him.

Angelus pushes a bit more-- so close, but a bit more to go-- and he
whispers, "Still not good enough?"

"All the way!  I want all of you in me, damnit, please!"  William is
bucking as much as he can, trying to angle his Sire's cock in deeper.

Angelus moans softly and finally seats himself fully.  He stops and
looks into William's eyes, "Happy now, my beautiful boy?"

William stretches his arms out and pulls himself up to Angelus,
wrapping his arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.  "I'm
always happy with you."

Angelus moans and tilts his hips back and moves forward slowly. This
angle makes William tighter around him and he can go deeper. "Oh Mary
and Joseph. Fuck...oh Will, me too, me too."

William groans as Angelus moves deeper still into him.  He begins to
kiss and lick and bite on Angelus' neck and collarbone. He purrs and
grinds back hard against Angelus' invading cock.   Angelus moans
loudly, and tips back and forth slowly and softly to William's hard
thrusts, giving them good contrast. Since William is a little bit
away from him, having just leaned up, he puts his hand back on
William's cock and resumes stroking. William whimpers and mewls as he
feels Angelus' hand on him again.  He bites harder with blunt teeth
into Angelus' neck, over and over again.
Angelus keeps his pace and his pumping, and pushes his neck into
William's mouth. "Go on, Will, if you want it have it."

William growls happily as he shifts into game face, sinking his fangs
into Angelus' neck.  He sucks down the incredibly complex and rich
blood, all vitalized now with the essence from their sexual
activity.  It takes only a few sips before he cums, and his eyes
become glazed and unfocused.

Angelus rubs William's cheeks. "Enough now.  Come on, pull back."
William detaches, with difficulty, and begins licking to close the
wounds.  Angelus lifts William into his lap completely and sits back.
He leans his arms back and he smirks at William. "How does my boy
feel?"

William looks at him with heavily dilated eyes.  "Soaked with
pleasure.  Like every part of me is incredibly alive.  Just feeling
your skin against mine is almost more pleasure than I can bear."
Spike breathes heavily, though he has no need.

Angelus tilts his hips back, and then slowly inches his way back
in. "And now how do you feel?"  William wraps his arms around Angelus
and digs his fingernails into his back, muffling his scream of
ecstasy into Angelus' broad chest.

Angelus smiles and kisses William's head, but then pushes him back up
to sitting position in his lap. Then he tsk's and runs his fingers
over his nipples, and tilts his hips back again. "Stay, William.  I
want ta play, understand?"

Between gasps as Angelus touches his nipples, he says, "Oh...God...
Angelus... I... understand... but... it's... so...hard!"

"Oh, I know lad Darla did it to me, so I know. I like to look at you,
see you like this. It makes me so hard, and I burn for you." Angelus
slowly slides back inside again. This time William screams aloud,
with no way to muffle it, and he digs his nails into his own hands,
drawing blood.  "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!"

Angelus' eyes roll back in his head, and he rubs his hand down
William's chest.  "That's a good boy, such a good boy, my boy, my
beautiful boy." Angelus tips his hips back faster and slides back in
harder. William screams again, shuddering helplessly but remaining in
place through sheer force of will.  The pleasure is almost too much.
It has gone beyond anything he could imagine, and he struggles to
maintain consciousness.

Angelus feels himself drawing near and he captures William's erection
again.  This time, he pumps it hard and fast while jacking his hips
as hard as possible. William loses complete control, shifting into
game face and yowling and roaring at the top of his lungs, cumming
hard after only a few strokes from Angel's hand, and then passing
into unconsciousness from the sheer intensity of the feelings.

Angelus catches William and pulls him to him, cradling his head. He
only last a few more strokes, the still clenching channel makes him
empty himself.  He holds William to him, not pulling out for a good
couple minutes, just smelling him and licking his neck. Then he lays
William down, lays beside him, and covers them up.
They have a good month before they hear from either of the girls
again and they can go back to the London when they please. He plans
to spend as much time here alone with his boy as possible before
heading back to avenge him. That's the first order of business when
they return.  For now he just settles in beside him, curling close,
and throwing a possessive hand around him, falls asleep.

William awakens hours later, cradled close against Angelus.  He
purrs, stroking the arm that holds him in place.  Angelus wakes and
smiles.  He leans over and nips the back of William's neck. "Sleep
well, my lad?"

"Like the dead."  William chuckles.  "I passed out on you, I'm
sorry."

Angelus pulls William's back against him as close as he can. "No need
for sorry, my Will.  Tis what I wanted-- to give thee pleasure so
great you would pass out from the joy of it."

"It was beyond even the greatest limits of my imagination.  I never
even knew such pleasure existed." He rubs his head against Angelus'
chest.

Angelus nods. "Aye, it does.  And it will only get better, I promise
you."

"There's more?"  William asks.  He moans.  "It's a good thing I am
already dead, or so much pleasure would kill me."

Angelus whispers in his ear. "Oh, so much more I can show you, teach
you, do to you, make you do. I can make you my servant, my slave...my
whore."

William shivers and his cock responds to Angelus' voice and
words.  "I will be whatever you wish me to be."

"Never heard a truer statement, my boy.  And you will be, you'll be
everything I want you to be, because you're mine." Angelus reaches up
and tugs on William's hair softly.  "This is mine-- say it."

"My hair is yours, Angelus." William says.  He is so incredibly
aroused by this possessiveness.

Angelus runs his fingers over William's lips* "These?"

"My lips are yours, my mouth is yours."  His eyes are glittering with
arousal now.

Angelus moves to his neck, cupping it and tilting it back.  "This?"

"My neck belongs to you."

He moves his hand to William's chest. "And this?"

"Yours."  He moans, rubbing his head against Angelus' chest again.

Angelus kisses William's head, and moves his hands to his cock. "What
of this?"

William whimpers as Angelus' hands touch his erect cock.  "Oh, yours,
yours, most definitely yours."

Angelus smiles and thinks that they haven't hit the best spot yet.
And speaking of that, he trails his hand behind and moves one step
closer to his goal. He cups William's asscheeks and cups them. "And
these?"

"Your, Sire, all yours."  He mewls, knowing where Angelus will go
next.

Angelus nods and spreads the cheeks open with one hand.  He presses
his finger gently against the hole until it sinks inside, and he
whispers low and hotly, "And what about here?"

William gasps out, "Yours, yours, yours!"

Angelus growls in approval, and then uses his legs to jar open
William wider from behind.  He moves another finger to William's hole
and lets it sink in with the first. "Are your listening to me?  I
need you to listen closely right now."

"Yes, Sire, I am listening," William moans, straining to concentrate
while Angelus invades his ass.

"NO ONE and I repeat William NO ONE will ever be here other than me.
I will be your one and only, do you understand me?" Angelus says
while pumping and twisting his fingers back and forth.

"Yes, Sire!  I understand!  No one but you, ever!" William thrills to
this claiming, this possession.

Angelus scrapes his fingers against William's prostate. "Tell me
again."

William mewls as Angelus touches his prostate.  "It's yours, only
yours.  No one else, ever!"

Angelus removes his fingers, places his cock, and enters William
swiftly. "One and
only...no...one...else...ever...not...ever...this...is ...mine...my,"
he moans and puts his arm around William's waist, pulling him back on
him.  "my HOME."

William emits a purring growl at Angelus' words.  He repeats them,
whispering, to himself.  "His Home."

Angelus repeats over and over, while sliding in and out, deep and
hard, being sure to slide the head of his cock over William's
prostate, "My home, my home, my home...mine, mine, mine...my
beautiful boy."

William sees stars as Angelus continues to pound into him, each time
his prostate is touched.  He whispers, over and over, "Yours, yours,
yours."  His hands run up and down Angelus' back, feeling the broad
muscles, nails barely scraping the skin.  His hands move back to grip
Angelus' hips, digging his fingers in and pulling him deeper.

Angelus feels himself drawing near so he reaches around and grasps
William's erection pumping it in firm strokes. "How did I ever manage
without you William?  I cannot imagine you not with me as you are
now.  Fuck...I need you so badly."

William moans as Angelus' hand grasps his cock.  Between moans and
gasps, he says, "I... will... always... be... here... for... you."
*He needs me!  He needs me!  Oh god I am in heaven.*

Angelus is tipping on the edge at William's words he just needs one
more thing.  He wants to hear it. "Do you love me Will?"

William looks inside himself.  He's never really loved before-- what
he felt for Cecily, he knows now, was a pale foolish fancy.  The
blazing feeling in his body and mind for Angelus dwarfs this to
insignificance.  "I love you, Angelus.  I have never loved any
other."

Angelus cums then, hard and fast, surging deep inside William,
claiming him this way inside as well as out. He pumps harder and
slides his hand faster and whispers to William, "I love you too,
Will. I will never love anyone as I do you—never, as long as I exist."

At his words William cums, shooting onto Angelus' hand and onto his
own stomach.  "Nor shall I.  You are my first and best love.  No
other shall own my heart as you do."

Angelus kisses William's head and rolls to side. He pulls William to
him. "We need to rest, tomorrow is a new day. And I have so much more
I wish to do with thee."

William purrs and molds against him, licking his throat and purring
as he slowly drifts off to sleep.  He is secure and happy in the arms
of his lord and master.

** SUNNYDALE, January 1999 **

The phone at mansion rings.  *Ring ring*

Angel wipes his face and picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello there, tall dark and sexy."  Spike's honeyed voice is on the
line.

Angel sits on his bed and closes his eyes.  It had been three months,
and here was Spike.  He didn't think he was ever going to hear or see
him again. "Hey, how are you?"

"Rotten.  Tried to get the bitch back but she left me again.  Just
don't have the heart to be cruel enough to suit her."

Angel sighs. "I'm sorry, Will."

"Water over the damn dam.  Spent half the time thinking about you,
anyway.  So how are you and the Slayer?"

Angel studies his hands. "The same."

"Figured.  Or you wouldn't still be there in Sunnyhell."

"Atonement, making amends-- all reasons too."

"Yeah, right.  You could atone anywhere."

Angel sighs, then groans when he notices he made a wet spot on the
bed.

"But that's not why I called.  What are you wearing?"  Spike's voice
has gone husky and sexy.

Angel stares at his towel and squeaks, "Towel."

"Mmmm.  Just out of the shower.  All wet and dripping.  God, I can
picture you.  I can smell you.  I'm naked, myself.  Reclining back in
bed on silk sheets and velvet cushions.  Can you guess what I'm doing
right now?"

Angel goes to squeak again, but coughs and grips his towel, uncaring
of dripping now. "Yes, but I want you to tell me."

"I'm picturing you, your magnificent sculpted body, and I'm stroking
myself.  I'm hard just imagining you.  I'm stroking long and slow and
wishing it were your hands on me."

Angel moans, sits back against his bed, and throws his towel on the
floor.  He starts to stroke his hands on his chest. "They are Will,
those are my hands.  Can you feel it?"

Spike gasps.  "Yes, I can feel it.  Your big, strong manly hands
touching me.  Oh god, it's almost enough to make me cum, just the
touch of your hands on me."

Angel moans, "Oh, god Will. Yes. Tell me more. My hands are moving
down your chest into your curls.  They are stroking and twirling,
teasing you." As Angel says this, he is doing the same.

"I am shivering and my hips are jerking.  I'm hard as stone and
powerless in your hands.  And my hands are on you.  I could never
resist you fresh from bathing.  My soft hands, my long clever
fingers, wrapped around your massive cock.  And I am licking you, the
way I always do, my tongue licking the water off your chest, off your
nipples."

Angel whispers, "Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. My head is lolling on my
shoulder.   I grip your cock and pump in time with your pumps and
push my neck into your mouth. I love it when you lick me, always
have."

"I start to lick and suck on your neck, and nip at it with my teeth.
My hips thrust against your hand."  Angel can hear the low thrum of
Spike purring through the phone.

"I groan and moan when you bite and I trail my other hand to your
tight hole and circle it with my fingers teasing you, making you
squirm."

Spike whimpers on the phone.  "I whimper and shift myself to give you
better access.  My hand is pumping harder on your cock and I lick and
suck harder on your neck, and move down to your collarbone.  I bite
more.  My other hand moves down to stroke and fondle your balls."

Angel whimpers. "God, Will, I keep circling until you make the tiny
sounds in the back of your throat I'm looking for, then I push in
until my finger is seated in you fully. I pick up the pace on your
cock and tilt my hips when you touch my balls."

Spike groans.  "I push back against your finger.  Now I am grinding
my hips, thrusting first into your hands, then back on your finger.
I fondle you so carefully, finding the tender spots that you always
love, that make your cock jump when I touch them just so.  I move one
long finger back to stroke your perineum."

Angel is coming so close now that his voice begins to shake. "I push
another finger inside you, and I twist them, probe deeper, and twist
again and again. My hips start to jerk and piston so fast-- your hand
on me so soft. So smooth.  Will...I love the feel of you so much."

Spike is panting.  "Oh god Angel yes, I am so close to cumming from
your touching me.  I am losing control, shaking and shuddering.  My
hand tightens on you and my other hand moves back to your ass.  I
press one finger into you.  Oh god oh god oh god oh god
Annnnnnngggggellllllllll!"

Angel cums then, moaning out Spike's name. "SPPPIIKKKEEEEE!!!"

For a moment there is only panting and purring on the phone.  Then
Spike's voice comes back on.  "Angel?  Did you enjoy it?"

Angel puts the phone back to his ear and says in a sated voice, "Are
you joking? Jesus Christ, Will.  Yes."

"Just wanted to make sure.  I can't be there, but I wanted to touch
you somehow."

"Thank you. I mean-- I didn't think you would ever want to see me or
call me again. Thank you for doing it."

"I'm never going to be finished with you, Angel.  I'll be there when
you least expect me."  His voice is gentle and warm.

Angel laughs softly. "I hope so, Will. Do you have to go?"

"Not quite yet, if you want to talk.  I like hearing your voice."

Angel rolls to his side. "Yeah, I want to talk and I like your voice
too. It's mainly the reason why I always have you talk dirty or tell
me what you feel or what you like. To hear your voice."

"Mmmm.  I like that.  Nice to know I have another way to please you."

Angel rolls his eyes. "Not like you didn't know, William. Just like I
know that you like my voice but if I changed like." Angel swallows
and changes smoothly to his natural brogue, "If I changed my voice ta
this, and talked to you like I did long ago, when I first saw thee,
that your toes curl and you make the tiny whimpers you know I canna
resist."

And Spike does indeed make tiny whimpers.  That damn brogue is
irresistible.  But two can play at that game.  "You're right.  But of
course, if I change my accent like this," and his voice softens and
slides into an upper-class accent, " as if I was that sweet innocent
long ago, it makes you hard as steel."

And like clockwork Angel's cock stands to steel-like attention and he
chuckles. "Evil beast."

Spike chuckles back.  "Yes, I am.  But then you knew that."  His
voice grows wistful.  "I wish I were there with you.  I can't rest
alone.  I've always had family with me.  How have you borne it, all
these years alone?"

Angel sighs. "If I tell you, promise to never bring it up if your mad
at me or trying to get my goat."

"I promise.  I swear on my unlife never to bring it up in anger or in
jest."

"I think about home and the past or I get something that used to be
yours and sleep with it. It's not a cure but it's helped."

Spike sighs.  "I'll try that.  I should've taken one of your shirts
when I was there.  I would have had your scent, at least for a
while."

"Give me an address.  I can send one if you want."

His voice is almost tearfully grateful.  "You would do that?"

Angel picks up a pen and paper on his night stand and laughs. "No,
you ingrate, I just said it to torture you.  Now give me your address
before I change my mind."

Spike gives him the address, a hotel in Rio.  "Could you do tai chi
in it before you send it to me?  You smell especially good when you
do tai chi.  Almost as good as you smell when you have sex."

Angel smiles. "Yes, I can do tai chi in it, Will."

"You still spoil me."  He sighs.  "Good to know some things never
change."

Angel shrugs. "I can't help it. Guess the wanting to make you happy
will never change."

Spike purrs happily.  "Well at least one member of my family still
likes me."

"I've always liked you, William. I can't remember a day I didn't."

"Sorry to say, I've gone through quite a bit of time hating you.  But
I've never passed a day without thinking of you."

Angel nods. "Yeah, I get that. I disliked you and said it was hate.
Maybe it was hate on the really bad days. But it's ok to feel that
way."

"I'm tied to you, Angel.  I am bound to you.  Love and Hate--it's all
from the same place, the bond I feel to you."

"I understand that too. Will, I am sorry I hurt you enough to make
you hate me."

"Shhh.  You apologized before.  I know."  His voice has gone very
gentle and quiet.  "I understand."

"I just feel that there will never be enough sorry's to mend what I
did."

"Someday there has to be.  So we can meet in joy and not in regret."
With this last sentence his upper-class accent has crept back.  Spike
is not even aware of it.

Angel smiles into the phone-- loving hearing William's accent before
he became Spike and everything changed. "I can't wait.  That will be
a good day."

"I should go now.  I will see you later.  Count on it."

"Ok, Will. Bye.  I better." Angel hangs up.

Spike hangs up the phone.  He caresses it for a long while after
that, as if it were Angel that he was touching.  Finally he drifts
off to sleep.