Never

I've never had sex with Spike. Yeah, I know, hunting together for a century or more, etc. And supposedly all vampires are bisexual. Yeah, right. Sorry, just isn't like that. It's that woman Anne Rice. She has caused more trouble for me… But I'm getting away from myself now. The fact is, whatever you may say about it, Spike and I were just… well, not friends exactly. More like companions. Sure, I did share Drusilla with him. Even at the same time. But we never touched each other that way.

But he wanted to. I know he did, because he's kneeling in front of me now with this look on his face like he'd pull down the moon if I'd let him touch me. And all that time, all those years, I never knew. I think it must have been obvious if I was looking for it. I was just… really into women, you know? Especially beautiful blonde girls who can kick my ass… But I'm getting off topic again. I have on occasion been mildly attracted to men, or thought one was beautiful in an aesthetic way; I've thought Spike was beautiful before. If there weren't so many sexy women around, I might have experimented. Or on a desert island, with only a man for company, I might even have explored. Women have always been there, though. And remember, I

Off topic again, OK, back to Spike and I. Well, I guess I identified with him. I think I originally turned him to be a new sort of mirror for me. I figured because I wanted women, so did he. And he did, I know he did. But he's staring at me now like I'm the most erotic creature he's ever seen, and for all I know I am because I haven't seen myself in a couple of centuries. Except for the sketches Spike did of me, now that I think about it… Damn, I looked pretty good in those, too. One of them was even of me naked. I looked… how the hell did I never get it?

When I first realized it was Spike behind my kidnapping, I was kind of relieved. I figured I could play off our history to get him to let me go. I can see now that just isn't going to happen. I'm a little worried. Whatever reason he had for hiding his feelings in the past, he's sure not bothering now.

"Angelusss…" He rolls my name around in his mouth like it's some kind of party favor. In a very much not-faking-anything way. I get a little frightened, but after a moment he picks up a knife and begins to toy with it. I try not to show my relief. OK, back to the familiar.

And then I get really worried, because he uses the long, slim blade to cut my trousers open. Expensive ones, too. This is bad. He has this look of wonder on his face like he's opening a Christmas present he's been longing for all year. This is very bad. It's sort of creepy, but I have to admit he is almost lovely with that look on his face.

"D'ya `member the time we celebrated All Hallow's Eve in Cornwall, Angelus?" Oh, no, lazy and reflective. William the Bloody always talked like that before something extremely ugly happened. I want to distract him by shared remembrances, but I cannot recollect the time he refers to.

"Once upon a time… There were two vampires. They were the best of friends, closer than brothers. They shared prey, they shared women, they shared drink. Shite, they shared a bed often enough that no-one could `ave sworn they weren't lovers. But though they loved each other they `ad never made the naked pretzel. They frolicked through all bloody Europe AND the continent and everthin' was just… Peaches.

Then one day the older vampire `ad a smart arse idea. "Will, my favorite childe, let us go to Cornwall and celebrate the `arvest in style", `e says.

Well, William being a game lad was all for the plan. And there much fun was `ad by all, except per'aps fer the village folk which didn't much care for bein' eaten. There Will and Angelus remained for some days, `til Samhain came and it were All Hallows at last. The moon was full and round and the night was beautiful. The blood ran red and they ran together drinkin' the blood of the drunk and becomin' more smashed by the hour until they found shelter in a barn a few hours before sunrise.

Angelus became sentimental with the drink and told William that `e wanted them to run together forever. William-" As Spike continues he is losing his British twang and his speech is evening out. I am beginning to remember some of the night he refers to, but only as flashes, imagery from a random past I've tried to forget. Emotions begin to stir in me, though, as he continues, his eyes almost hypnotic in their intense stare.

"William knew he would never leave Angelus. He wanted to belong to his Sire in every way. But he knew also that Angelus forgot him sometimes, left him behind whenever a pretty woman looked his way. He was afraid to let Angelus know what he wanted. He had to find out if Angelus loved him. `I'll stay with you, Liam, if you'll be my lover. I'll never leave you.' He tells his partner.

At this his Sire pulls back and looks at him, all surprise. ` Yer lover, William?' But `e smiles, and `e says, `Ye're a lovely lad, my Will. If ya were a maid, now, I'd fuck you.' And quick as that, William `e says, `What's wrong with fuckin' me now?' And Angelus laughed and kissed him.

Young Will couldn't have just started returning his kiss when Angelus stops and just looks at him. It's plain that Angelus wants him, but he's afraid, because William is so close. So if Angelus becomes `is lover, the bastard may just leave the next day.

So Will does what he `as to do to keep `is Sire. `E tells `im to go to sleep, he was just jokin'. But he decides, if the bleedin' gent EVER tries to leave `im, William is goin' to pop `is cherry. " Now the cockney is back in full force and the way Spike is looking at me is making my stomach knot up and I do NOT like this. I remember now, I remember that night, how it felt to lie next to warm bonny William in the scratchy, sweet-smelling hay and how much I loved him, even without a soul I loved him. Not the way he wants now, not usually, but I did that night. I would have taken him then. And he's right. I'd have abandoned him the next day.

What's really a problem right now, though, is that I'm chained before him in nothing but my boxers, and he clearly still wants me, and I DID leave him. The very next year, the day before All Hallow's Eve. The curse fell on me then. Spike is smiling again, and while it's somewhat worshipful, it is definitely not a nice smile.

I'm remembering now. I must not show my fear. I need to project strength if I want to salvage this situation. William never did care for "nonces". Fear will only provoke him.

"So, does this fairy tale have a happy ending?" Uh, maybe not the right thing to say. But he keeps smiling at that knife, and looking at my family jewels. It's sort of hard to be clever.

"Poor widdle Spike. Pining for me all these years. Must be a bummer. Did Dru know?" Got him. The lust in his eyes is overwhelmed by anger at the name. But he gets himself under control quickly after waving the knife a little too close for comfort.

He stands up and leans into me, his nose up against mine, eyes boring into my skull. The tension between us is stifling, even to someone who doesn't breathe. I have to swallow as I feel his cool breath against the hairs standing up on my cheek, but I maintain eye contact.

"Yes, Angelus. Drusilla and I had more in common than you might think." He's whispering softly, husky and intense. "Sometimes after you'd had her, I'd go to her and lick every spot on her body that smelled like you. Once I found her coming out of your room with her mouth still full from sucking you. I fucked her up against your door while I licked your come off her face."

Oh, man. Way too much information. If it was still beating, my heart would have stopped. The images are too vivid, and I feel an unwanted wave of heat. It's combining with remembered warmth for him into a dangerous combination. He's pressing into me, thighs against thighs, belly to belly, chest to chest. Groin to groin. I really don't want this to happen, but I'm getting hard and so is he.

"How sad for you. Unrequited love is so pathetic. I'm flattered, though. Too bad you make such an ugly woman, Spike. Tell me, did you cry when I left you?" My voice is a lot huskier than I would like. There is a smell around him, blood, salt, uncertainty. Smoke. My mouth is too dry.

"Save the guilt until after I've sucked you off and made you come with my cock up your ass." His smirk is terrifying to virginal-assed 240-something me. I can't let this happen!

"If you do that, Spike, you may as well stake me. Because I will kill you for it." I still hold his blazing blue gaze, though it is harder to do now.

"Aww, Angelus, don't you know you're worth it? I am going to `ave you at least once. Then kill me if you can." His words, still soft, are a taunt. That's him, that's my devil-may-care William. I know this creature, he means it. Past images and feelings are flooding me now. And some part of me thrills to the memory of his fearlessness.

He kneels before me once more, and I haven't time to do more than gasp out a warning before he presses his face in close to my crotch. His face almost seems to glow with pleasure as he closes his eyes and just... smells me. His tongue slips across his lips and then I feel his damp mouth pressing against my aching dick.

"NO! William..." But he only uses it to cut through my silk boxers, then tosses it aside to tear them from me. He laughs at little at me, still glowing. I am trying to think of anything to stop this arousal I don't want, when his red lips wrap around the swollen, drooling head of my cock.

It feels... incredible. His tongue is wrapping around the head, his slender white hands go to the base and begin stroking. Ahhh... no-one has done this to me for centuries. Nothing could feel better than this... until he gulps and takes me down into his throat.

I hear moaning, and I know some is coming from me, but I don't care. I can't care about anything but the sight of my Will, angular face contorting ecstatically around me, and the sensation of his moans vibrating all up and down the length of my cock as he drinks me in. I come so soon, so hard, and he never stops sucking and licking at me until he's taken all I can give. His own face goes almost purple and he howls my name. I think he just came from sucking me alone.

I sag against the chains, weakened but still shivering with echoes of pleasure. I've never had a blow job like that before. No-one has ever looked at me the way Will is right now, as if I were the center of the world. I feel... loved.

This is my wild childe, my dangerous and bold William. He is so graceful as he bares his pale skin, taut over smooth, sleek muscle. How have I missed the male beauty of him? How did I keep my hands off him before?

My fear returns in spades, though, as he finishes stripping and grabs something from his coat pocket. A bottle of... OK, back to reality. I've got to stop him somehow.

"Will.. Spike. No." He's not stopping, his expression intent as he moves around behind me.. I stiffen as much as my over-relaxed muscles will allow.

"NO. Spike, STOP. I don't want you like this." I can feel myself beginning to tremble. He is standing just behind my shoulder. I turn to look at him. He isn't smiling. He looks predatory and elated. His fingertip gently touches the base of my neck. It sends a shiver through my spine. The touch travels softly, electrically down my back and over the curve of my buttock. His hypnotic eyes never leave mine.

I've never felt so vulnerable with him. I need to protest, but my words are trapped thickly in my throat His light touch slips into the crevice of my ass and softly slips across my opening. A gasp comes from me, and he smiles. I can't take my eyes off his smile, lips so red and full. A sudden urge to kiss him swells my own lips, parting them. His gaze drops to my mouth. Still smiling, he leans into me, his naked length pressed along my body, fingertip still gently tracing swirling circles over me.

"You do want me, Angelus. At night, long ago, you'd come so close to me in your sleep. When we were out fighting, or fucking, or playing, you used to watch me. Didn't you know what it was you felt?" His lips wrap around my earlobe and suck it into his cool mouth. I am trembling all over now, and almost beyond fighting the feelings he arouses in me once again.

To my shame, I press back into his teasing hand, and a slick finger slides into me. It hurts! I try to pull away, but Spike is grasping my hip now, holding me still. Then he crooks the finger still in me, and oh! it feels so good. My limp cock fills with blood, and I am hard again. When a second finger joins the first, I can't stop myself from pushing back against them.

I can hear William making soft sounds in my ear, but waves of feeling are rolling over me, and I want more. Images of him from the past are flowing through my mind, his face grinning in arrogant power. He is stretching me, and I am ready for this, for him. I feel his hard length pressed against me, and then intense pain as he stretches me. He is still for a moment, and I am aware when a shudder goes through his body.

I want this, I want him with all his passion, and the pain fades and there is an overwhelming pleasure as he begins to stroke into me, rubbing at something in me that makes me cock so hard and swollen I think I could come just from that feeling. But his hands, still slippery, are there, stroking me. I can already feel ecstasy rising. I hear him sigh, then he sinks his fangs into my throat, sucking deeply as the blood I drank this morning flows into his cool mouth. The pleasure is almost unbearable. It can't be long, before I feel his pumping become suddenly erratic, hear him moaning my name, and my come shoots out over his hands.

I think I almost passed out that time. When my head clears, he is kneeling before me. It takes me a moment to realize what he is doing. There is a sharp metallic click, and the manacle around my right wrist is removed. I lift my head, dazed. Without looking at me, head bowed, he unlocks my other wrist and my ankle chains. Then he reaches into his coat pocket again as I stand there bemused, waiting for some signal. He pulls out a sharpened stake and places it in my right hand. Only then does he look up at me.

For a long, wordless moment, we are both still. His eyes are tender, supplicating, and challenging all at once. Then he breaks the gaze and drops down, to kiss my bare feet. I see the back of his pale neck. I am frozen.

Strength begins to return to me, and anger. He has taken something from me that can never be replaced. He has given me something I never asked for. He has done something with me I would never have done of my own free will.

When he does, there is a vulnerable rebelliousness I recognize so very well in his face. It is the work of a moment to kick his legs out from beneath him and throw him to the carpeted floor. He lands on his back with a grunt, me on top of him. I put one arm across his throat, holding his lower body down with my own weight splayed across him. My right hand holds the stake he gave me poised above his heart. I look down into his eyes.

"Never try to take me against my will again. Never think I won't stake you if I find out you've been killing humans. Do you understand me?" I am growling at him.


	The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild Home Updates Stories Resources Extras News Music Forum Contact Guestbook Links Full Version Fiction by: Title Author Pairing Rating TITLE: Never 1/1 AUTHOR: Cipher Muse FEEDBACK/EMAIL: Yes, please/ [email protected] SPOILERS: None, really. RATING: NC-17. I mean it, if you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading this. DISCLAIMER: These characters do not belong to me. If they did, they'd be a lot messier. SUMMARY: A/S. Angel reflects on common assumptions. Spike shares some secrets. WARNING!: Nonconsensual stuff happens here. Or sort of. Author's Note: OK, this is the kinkiest thing I've written. I'd love feedback, but please be gentle. I'm feeling rather shy. Never I've never had sex with Spike. Yeah, I know, hunting together for a century or more, etc. And supposedly all vampires are bisexual. Yeah, right. Sorry, just isn't like that. It's that woman Anne Rice. She has caused more trouble for me… But I'm getting away from myself now. The fact is, whatever you may say about it, Spike and I were just… well, not friends exactly. More like companions. Sure, I did share Drusilla with him. Even at the same time. But we never touched each other that way. But he wanted to. I know he did, because he's kneeling in front of me now with this look on his face like he'd pull down the moon if I'd let him touch me. And all that time, all those years, I never knew. I think it must have been obvious if I was looking for it. I was just… really into women, you know? Especially beautiful blonde girls who can kick my ass… But I'm getting off topic again. I have on occasion been mildly attracted to men, or thought one was beautiful in an aesthetic way; I've thought Spike was beautiful before. If there weren't so many sexy women around, I might have experimented. Or on a desert island, with only a man for company, I might even have explored. Women have always been there, though. And remember, I haven't slept with anyone but Buffy for over one hundred years. Sometimes I wonder if I remember how. Off topic again, OK, back to Spike and I. Well, I guess I identified with him. I think I originally turned him to be a new sort of mirror for me. I figured because I wanted women, so did he. And he did, I know he did. But he's staring at me now like I'm the most erotic creature he's ever seen, and for all I know I am because I haven't seen myself in a couple of centuries. Except for the sketches Spike did of me, now that I think about it… Damn, I looked pretty good in those, too. One of them was even of me naked. I looked… how the hell did I never get it? I'm really not liking to be chained up right now. I have to admit it's kind of nice to be adored and all, but I don't think this stage of our relationship is the time to pursue a change in my orientation. There are, after all, still plenty of women around. Just not in this room. He hasn't said what's going on, but just look at his face. His eyes are almost black, just a ring of blue around the pupil. He's practically eating me with his eyes. He has an unnatural flush on his pale face, and his smile is making my spine try to crawl up into my skull. When I first realized it was Spike behind my kidnapping, I was kind of relieved. I figured I could play off our history to get him to let me go. I can see now that just isn't going to happen. I'm a little worried. Whatever reason he had for hiding his feelings in the past, he's sure not bothering now. "Uh, Spike?" Maybe if I act like I don't get it, he'll go back into fake-it-mode. Tell me how he hates me, etc. "What are you doing?" His smile widens lazily, and he licks his lips. I can't help realizing that they are rather full and red. This is SO not good. Couldn't he just torture me or something? That's what he did last time he had me tied up. Torture I can take. At least that kind. "Angelusss…" He rolls my name around in his mouth like it's some kind of party favor. In a very much not-faking-anything way. I get a little frightened, but after a moment he picks up a knife and begins to toy with it. I try not to show my relief. OK, back to the familiar. "Yeah, Spiiiiiiike?" I use sarcasm to help things onto a more comfortable, hostile level. And then I get really worried, because he uses the long, slim blade to cut my trousers open. Expensive ones, too. This is bad. He has this look of wonder on his face like he's opening a Christmas present he's been longing for all year. This is very bad. It's sort of creepy, but I have to admit he is almost lovely with that look on his face. I try to get his attention away from my boxers and all they conceal. "Hello? Spike? What's up, what are you doing?" It's got to be bad when Spike, who never shuts up, won't say anything at all. "Come on, Spike, did you have to ruin my favorite pants?" BANTER WITH ME, DAMMIT! Finally he looks up from contemplating first me, then the knife. If I could sweat, I would. "D'ya `member the time we celebrated All Hallow's Eve in Cornwall, Angelus?" Oh, no, lazy and reflective. William the Bloody always talked like that before something extremely ugly happened. I want to distract him by shared remembrances, but I cannot recollect the time he refers to. I think he sees I don't remember, because he begins to speak in a sing-song way, watching my face carefully for signs of recognition. "Once upon a time… There were two vampires. They were the best of friends, closer than brothers. They shared prey, they shared women, they shared drink. Shite, they shared a bed often enough that no-one could `ave sworn they weren't lovers. But though they loved each other they `ad never made the naked pretzel. They frolicked through all bloody Europe AND the continent and everthin' was just… Peaches. Then one day the older vampire `ad a smart arse idea. "Will, my favorite childe, let us go to Cornwall and celebrate the `arvest in style", `e says. Well, William being a game lad was all for the plan. And there much fun was `ad by all, except per'aps fer the village folk which didn't much care for bein' eaten. There Will and Angelus remained for some days, `til Samhain came and it were All Hallows at last. The moon was full and round and the night was beautiful. The blood ran red and they ran together drinkin' the blood of the drunk and becomin' more smashed by the hour until they found shelter in a barn a few hours before sunrise. The hay smelled fine and they lay together close as skin and bone. Angelus became sentimental with the drink and told William that `e wanted them to run together forever. William-" As Spike continues he is losing his British twang and his speech is evening out. I am beginning to remember some of the night he refers to, but only as flashes, imagery from a random past I've tried to forget. Emotions begin to stir in me, though, as he continues, his eyes almost hypnotic in their intense stare. "William knew he would never leave Angelus. He wanted to belong to his Sire in every way. But he knew also that Angelus forgot him sometimes, left him behind whenever a pretty woman looked his way. He was afraid to let Angelus know what he wanted. He had to find out if Angelus loved him. `I'll stay with you, Liam, if you'll be my lover. I'll never leave you.' He tells his partner. At this his Sire pulls back and looks at him, all surprise. ` Yer lover, William?' But `e smiles, and `e says, `Ye're a lovely lad, my Will. If ya were a maid, now, I'd fuck you.' And quick as that, William `e says, `What's wrong with fuckin' me now?' And Angelus laughed and kissed him. Young Will couldn't have just started returning his kiss when Angelus stops and just looks at him. It's plain that Angelus wants him, but he's afraid, because William is so close. So if Angelus becomes `is lover, the bastard may just leave the next day. So Will does what he `as to do to keep `is Sire. `E tells `im to go to sleep, he was just jokin'. But he decides, if the bleedin' gent EVER tries to leave `im, William is goin' to pop `is cherry. " Now the cockney is back in full force and the way Spike is looking at me is making my stomach knot up and I do NOT like this. I remember now, I remember that night, how it felt to lie next to warm bonny William in the scratchy, sweet-smelling hay and how much I loved him, even without a soul I loved him. Not the way he wants now, not usually, but I did that night. I would have taken him then. And he's right. I'd have abandoned him the next day. What's really a problem right now, though, is that I'm chained before him in nothing but my boxers, and he clearly still wants me, and I DID leave him. The very next year, the day before All Hallow's Eve. The curse fell on me then. Spike is smiling again, and while it's somewhat worshipful, it is definitely not a nice smile. I'm remembering now. I must not show my fear. I need to project strength if I want to salvage this situation. William never did care for "nonces". Fear will only provoke him. "So, does this fairy tale have a happy ending?" Uh, maybe not the right thing to say. But he keeps smiling at that knife, and looking at my family jewels. It's sort of hard to be clever. "I think it will. Yes, I do, Angelus. Darlin'." OK, try again. Insults? "Poor widdle Spike. Pining for me all these years. Must be a bummer. Did Dru know?" Got him. The lust in his eyes is overwhelmed by anger at the name. But he gets himself under control quickly after waving the knife a little too close for comfort. He stands up and leans into me, his nose up against mine, eyes boring into my skull. The tension between us is stifling, even to someone who doesn't breathe. I have to swallow as I feel his cool breath against the hairs standing up on my cheek, but I maintain eye contact. "Yes, Angelus. Drusilla and I had more in common than you might think." He's whispering softly, husky and intense. "Sometimes after you'd had her, I'd go to her and lick every spot on her body that smelled like you. Once I found her coming out of your room with her mouth still full from sucking you. I fucked her up against your door while I licked your come off her face." Oh, man. Way too much information. If it was still beating, my heart would have stopped. The images are too vivid, and I feel an unwanted wave of heat. It's combining with remembered warmth for him into a dangerous combination. He's pressing into me, thighs against thighs, belly to belly, chest to chest. Groin to groin. I really don't want this to happen, but I'm getting hard and so is he. I'm struggling to appear unaffected. Maybe if I wound him he'll back off. "How sad for you. Unrequited love is so pathetic. I'm flattered, though. Too bad you make such an ugly woman, Spike. Tell me, did you cry when I left you?" My voice is a lot huskier than I would like. There is a smell around him, blood, salt, uncertainty. Smoke. My mouth is too dry. I can feel the accuracy of my aim in the staggered pain that ripples through his body, so intimately melded to mine. But his gaze never wavers, and his voice remains soft, silken-smooth. "Yes. I cried for a week, then Dru stopped me taking a walk into the sun." It isn't a submissive revelation. It is raw and it cuts me to the quick. "Spike… I", I'm not sure what to say, but he cuts me off. "Save the guilt until after I've sucked you off and made you come with my cock up your ass." His smirk is terrifying to virginal-assed 240-something me. I can't let this happen! "If you do that, Spike, you may as well stake me. Because I will kill you for it." I still hold his blazing blue gaze, though it is harder to do now. "Aww, Angelus, don't you know you're worth it? I am going to `ave you at least once. Then kill me if you can." His words, still soft, are a taunt. That's him, that's my devil-may-care William. I know this creature, he means it. Past images and feelings are flooding me now. And some part of me thrills to the memory of his fearlessness. He kneels before me once more, and I haven't time to do more than gasp out a warning before he presses his face in close to my crotch. His face almost seems to glow with pleasure as he closes his eyes and just... smells me. His tongue slips across his lips and then I feel his damp mouth pressing against my aching dick. Oh shit. I can't believe how good it feels. My hips, out of my control, buck against that aristocratic face. A little sound, part moan and part chuckle, comes out of his mouth vibrating his lips against me. I press involuntarily against him again. This time he scares me by lifting the knife. "NO! William..." But he only uses it to cut through my silk boxers, then tosses it aside to tear them from me. He laughs at little at me, still glowing. I am trying to think of anything to stop this arousal I don't want, when his red lips wrap around the swollen, drooling head of my cock. It feels... incredible. His tongue is wrapping around the head, his slender white hands go to the base and begin stroking. Ahhh... no-one has done this to me for centuries. Nothing could feel better than this... until he gulps and takes me down into his throat. I hear moaning, and I know some is coming from me, but I don't care. I can't care about anything but the sight of my Will, angular face contorting ecstatically around me, and the sensation of his moans vibrating all up and down the length of my cock as he drinks me in. I come so soon, so hard, and he never stops sucking and licking at me until he's taken all I can give. His own face goes almost purple and he howls my name. I think he just came from sucking me alone. I sag against the chains, weakened but still shivering with echoes of pleasure. I've never had a blow job like that before. No-one has ever looked at me the way Will is right now, as if I were the center of the world. I feel... loved. I am still trying to recover myself when he stands and begins to strip. I don't want to watch, but I am mesmerized by his graceful movements. This is the one who just made me feel so much pleasure. This is my wild childe, my dangerous and bold William. He is so graceful as he bares his pale skin, taut over smooth, sleek muscle. How have I missed the male beauty of him? How did I keep my hands off him before? My fear returns in spades, though, as he finishes stripping and grabs something from his coat pocket. A bottle of... OK, back to reality. I've got to stop him somehow. "Will.. Spike. No." He's not stopping, his expression intent as he moves around behind me.. I stiffen as much as my over-relaxed muscles will allow. "NO. Spike, STOP. I don't want you like this." I can feel myself beginning to tremble. He is standing just behind my shoulder. I turn to look at him. He isn't smiling. He looks predatory and elated. His fingertip gently touches the base of my neck. It sends a shiver through my spine. The touch travels softly, electrically down my back and over the curve of my buttock. His hypnotic eyes never leave mine. I've never felt so vulnerable with him. I need to protest, but my words are trapped thickly in my throat His light touch slips into the crevice of my ass and softly slips across my opening. A gasp comes from me, and he smiles. I can't take my eyes off his smile, lips so red and full. A sudden urge to kiss him swells my own lips, parting them. His gaze drops to my mouth. Still smiling, he leans into me, his naked length pressed along my body, fingertip still gently tracing swirling circles over me. I thought he would kiss me, but instead his mouth goes to my ear. His tongue flicks out, caressing the lobe and he whispers to me. "You do want me, Angelus. At night, long ago, you'd come so close to me in your sleep. When we were out fighting, or fucking, or playing, you used to watch me. Didn't you know what it was you felt?" His lips wrap around my earlobe and suck it into his cool mouth. I am trembling all over now, and almost beyond fighting the feelings he arouses in me once again. "No, I never... I " I am becoming incoherent. If he'd only stop those light touches! "Yes, Angelus, you did. When we wrestled, you always got hard. Did you think it was all the thrill of the battle?" To my shame, I press back into his teasing hand, and a slick finger slides into me. It hurts! I try to pull away, but Spike is grasping my hip now, holding me still. Then he crooks the finger still in me, and oh! it feels so good. My limp cock fills with blood, and I am hard again. When a second finger joins the first, I can't stop myself from pushing back against them. I can hear William making soft sounds in my ear, but waves of feeling are rolling over me, and I want more. Images of him from the past are flowing through my mind, his face grinning in arrogant power. He is stretching me, and I am ready for this, for him. I feel his hard length pressed against me, and then intense pain as he stretches me. He is still for a moment, and I am aware when a shudder goes through his body. I want this, I want him with all his passion, and the pain fades and there is an overwhelming pleasure as he begins to stroke into me, rubbing at something in me that makes me cock so hard and swollen I think I could come just from that feeling. But his hands, still slippery, are there, stroking me. I can already feel ecstasy rising. I hear him sigh, then he sinks his fangs into my throat, sucking deeply as the blood I drank this morning flows into his cool mouth. The pleasure is almost unbearable. It can't be long, before I feel his pumping become suddenly erratic, hear him moaning my name, and my come shoots out over his hands. I think I almost passed out that time. When my head clears, he is kneeling before me. It takes me a moment to realize what he is doing. There is a sharp metallic click, and the manacle around my right wrist is removed. I lift my head, dazed. Without looking at me, head bowed, he unlocks my other wrist and my ankle chains. Then he reaches into his coat pocket again as I stand there bemused, waiting for some signal. He pulls out a sharpened stake and places it in my right hand. Only then does he look up at me. For a long, wordless moment, we are both still. His eyes are tender, supplicating, and challenging all at once. Then he breaks the gaze and drops down, to kiss my bare feet. I see the back of his pale neck. I am frozen. Strength begins to return to me, and anger. He has taken something from me that can never be replaced. He has given me something I never asked for. He has done something with me I would never have done of my own free will. "Get up, William." My voice is so cold, I almost don't recognize it. He goes very still, then slowly complies. "Look at me." When he does, there is a vulnerable rebelliousness I recognize so very well in his face. It is the work of a moment to kick his legs out from beneath him and throw him to the carpeted floor. He lands on his back with a grunt, me on top of him. I put one arm across his throat, holding his lower body down with my own weight splayed across him. My right hand holds the stake he gave me poised above his heart. I look down into his eyes. "Never try to take me against my will again. Never think I won't stake you if I find out you've been killing humans. Do you understand me?" I am growling at him. He nods, mouth open, eyes wide. "Never drink from me when I tell you no. You are mine, William. Never challenge me." He nods again, trembling, his head falling back to bare his throat to me. My voice drops to a whisper. "Never let me leave you again." And as my teeth sink into the white skin over his jugular, I hear his husky words. "Yes, Angelus. Never." The End