The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy
The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild
Fic: Turning William
First in "William" Series
Author: Evil Willow
Rating NC-17
Distribution: My archive (www.crosswinds.net/~evilwillow/index.html) and any archives associated with these lists. Anyone else, if you've got my fics, go ahead. If you don't, just ask so I know where it's going.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss, Fox, the WB own the characters. I just own the plot. Most of it.
Keywords/Warnings: history fic, Angelus/William, m/m Slash/Smut
Spoilers: Major spoilers for the Season Five ep of Buffy: "Fool for Love"
Summary: The rest of the "Spike being turned" story, that Joss conveniently left out of "Fool For Love" to irritate us.
Author's Notes: I just couldn't take it. Repeat after me: Angelus is Spike's sire. Thank you very much, we all know this. But now Joss has chosen to mess with our minds once again. Well, I thought of a way to work with what he's given us, and still have my "Angel is Spike's sire" fantasy. And all is right with the world.
Dedications: To Dru, of course. It's all her fault, I say! ;-)
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London, 1880
"Ow. Ow-ow-ow-ow," was all William could say as he was drained by the whatever-she-was. She had been beautiful, and then her face had changed. Then she'd sunk her very-sharp-teeth into his neck, and he'd felt her drinking his blood. It had hurt like hell. *Oh well, at least it will all be over soon. No more stupid women telling me they're above me.*
Then, suddenly, the thing was pulled from him, and he fell to the ground.
"Back, you demon from hell!"
William looked up as a skinny, dark haired man thrust a cross at the girl. *Oh, great. I get saved to suffer another day of humiliation. By a man who looks like he'd fall over if the wind hit him too hard. Thank you, fate, for being so amused with making my life a living hell.* He sighed and sat back against the wall of the building to see if the man actually would get the better of the ... *well, he did say 'demon.' S'pose that's as good a word as any.*
He heard footsteps, and saw a tall, dark haired, broad-shouldered, handsome man and a beautiful, just slightly shorter, blonde woman walk up behind his savior. "Is there a problem here?" the man spoke, with just a hint of an Irish accent.
"Yes," his savior replied, turning to face the other two, "this demon was draining that boy's blood. If you'll be so kind as to get the boy out of harm's way, I'll hold off the demon. Then we can get the boy to the hospital."
"I've got a better idea," said the man, as his face morphed into the same as the girl's. "It basically consists of me killing you for ruining my girl's fun," he said, as he snapped the man's neck effortlessly.
"Thank you, Daddy," the girl said, walking over to the man, and kissing him passionately. William watched in sick fascination, knowing he should be afraid. But he couldn't quite make the fear come. The man smiled down at the girl, "You shouldn't have wandered off, Dru," he said, clucking his tongue at her. "If you wanted a companion, all you had to do was ask me."
He saw William, then, and walked over to him, pulling him to his feet. "You're a quiet one. No begging for mercy, screaming for help?" he questioned with an amused glint in his eyes.
"I'm not afraid of you," William replied insolently. "You want to kill me, I don't see that as a horrible thing right now."
The man laughed, still holding William up. "Nothing left to live for, Boy?"
"M'not a boy," William frowned in aggravation. He tried to pull away, but felt dizzy and decided that it was a good thing the other man was helping him stay on his feet. Even if he was likely to kill him soon. He reminded himself again that he didn't care if that was the end result. "And no, if you must know, I don't much like m'life. So kill me. Go ahead." He tilted his head to the side, giving the man permission to finish the job the girl had started.
"What if I told you I could give you a new life, instead?" the man asked.
"Whassat?" William lifted his head to look into the man's gold-tinged eyes. *Now that's bloody strange* he thought as he looked into his eyes. It was almost as if more than one person was looking at him. "Didn't much like this one, thanks anyway though," he replied.
"What's your name, Boy?"
"I told you, I'm not a boy," William scowled. "M'names William," he added.
"Will," Angelus nodded. "I'm Angelus." He nodded to the dark-haired girl, "You've met Drusilla, and the other beautiful woman next to her is Darla. And I'm offering you something much more incredible than you could ever dream of. An eternal life with no regrets, in which you feed off the weak mortals who are beneath you, rather than the other way around."
William looked at Angelus in shock. How had he known?
Angelus chuckled. "Ah, Will, My Boy, every vampire has a gift. Mine is that, occasionally, I get a glimpse into someone's mind. They don't appreciate you, Will. Why not prove them wrong? Show them the strength that you've always had deep inside but kept repressed out of respect for their silly laws. So what d'you say?" he pressed William against a nearby wall, and slipped into gameface. "I promise you forever will not be boring with us."
William's eyes widened as he felt the evidence of the man's - demon's - arousal pressed against his hip.
Angelus chuckled. "You're a beautiful one, William. And demons don't much follow any particular sexual preference. You'll get over your fears and learn to embrace all the many pleasures of life soon enough."
"I'm not now, nor have I ever been attracted to men," William protested indignantly.
"Oh no?" Angelus questioned, grinding his hips against William's. He smirked as William's cock responded, hardening and jumping to attention. "I sense otherwise."
William gasped and closed his eyes. *What is this, humiliate William night?* He uttered a muffled protest as he felt Angelus' lips pressed against his, but was soon lost in the feelings that were evoked by the kiss. Angelus was a skillful kisser, he slid his lips over William's and ran his tongue over his lower lip. Before William knew what he was doing, he parted his lips, granting the man's tongue entrance. He groaned as Angelus' tongue plundered his mouth, fully exploring every inch of his mouth. He finally ended the kiss and pulled away, giving William the opportunity to drag in a ragged breath. He was breathing heavily, and so hard he could barely stand it.
He gasped as Angelus continued to grind his hips against him. *This isn't happening. this isn't happening. This isn't- oh bloody hell!* He groaned as he came. He vaguely heard Angelus follow him with a muffled shout against his shoulder. When he'd gotten his bearings, he looked into the vampire's golden eyes, and Angelus said, "Last chance. I'm not leaving you alone. I either kill you, or make you one of us."
Angelus ducked his head down, and William felt fangs graze his throat. He jumped but didn't protest, instead saying, "Yes, I want to be one of you." He shuddered as he felt Angelus' tongue lick the path of his jugular vein.
He looked over the vampire's shoulder, and saw the other two women standing nearby. They were both grinning, obviously enjoying the show. "Angelus," the blonde woman spoke. "Perhaps we should take this some place more private?" she suggested.
William whimpered in disappointment when Angelus lifted his head from his neck, and turned to look at the woman. "I imagine you're right, Darla," he said nodding. He turned back to William with a dazzling grin, and put his arm around his shoulders, pulling him along. "Come Will. Let's go home." Darla joined Angelus at his other side, and he kissed her passionately as they walked down the street.
William walked alongside him willingly. He listened to the voice in the back of his head telling him he was mentally deranged, for all of ten seconds. Because then, Drusilla sidled up to his other side, and smiled at him. "We're going to have so much fun together, William," she said, nipping at his neck playfully.
"Oh bloody 'ell," William groaned, putting his other arm around Drusilla's waist. Something told him that life was only going to get more and more interesting from that point forward.
They reached an enormous two-story mansion, and William could only gape at it in disbelief. He heard Angelus chuckle, and say, "What, surprised, Will? We have all the power in the world, William. Some vampires cower in the sewers, but not us. Only the best for me and my family."
He and Drusilla followed Angelus and Darla inside. "Come, Will," Angelus tossed the words over his shoulder before starting up the stairs. William followed, not too quickly. He realized what he was getting himself into, and was starting to have second thoughts.
He followed Angelus into his room, and stood just in the doorway, hesitating. Kissing the man - vampire - in a dark alley, that was one thing. But he wasn't sure he was ready for this.
"You're thinking too much," Angelus walked over to him, and smiled at him, surprising gentleness in his gaze. He cupped William's face in his hand, before leaning in to kiss him gently. "Relax, Will," he said. He grabbed William's wrist and pulled him into the room, shutting the door and pressing him up against it. "You do still want this, don't you?" he asked with a grin, pressing his hips against William's.
"I..." the word trailed off to a groan, as Angelus' hand slipped inside his waistband and stroked his rapidly-hardening cock. "Angelus, please," he gasped.
"Please, what, Will?" Angelus replied with a smile. William paused, and realized he didn't know quite how to put what he wanted into words. Mercifully, Angelus must have read his mind, though. He kissed him again, more possessively this time, and William was vaguely aware that he was being pulled away from the door and backed toward the bed. Angelus' hands were at the buttons of his shirt, and soon the shirt was discarded. William shivered at the feel of the vampire's cold hands on his over-heated skin. Angelus' lips trailed down over his chin to his neck, nipping at the skin there. William groaned with desire. He realized eventually that he was standing there motionless. He gathered his courage, and slipped his hands up over Angelus' silk shirt, jumping when he felt the rumble of a growl from the vampire's chest. Angelus' hands guided his own to the buttons of the shirt again, and he began to undo them. Angelus' lips captured his again, and then suddenly he was pushed back onto the bed.
He took in a much-needed breath, and watched as Angelus slipped off his shirt. *God, he's beautiful* was all William could think as he took in Angelus' pale, toned chest. *Perfect, white, like a marble statue. Oh, hell. They were right, I'm a bloody awful poet.*
Angelus climbed onto the bed, straddling William, and kissed him again. He moved onto his side, and undid the boy's pants, pulling them down and off his legs. William's breathing was coming faster now, he was frightened he admitted to himself. Up until that evening, he had been purely a ladies' man, and mostly a failure at that anyway. He knew where this was heading, and wasn't quite sure if it was what he wanted.
Angelus stood again, and pulled off his own pants, then climbed back up William's body. *Like a big, graceful cat. Stop that, you're making me ill!*
Angelus chuckled, as if reading his mind again. He grinned, and lowered his body to press it fully against the other man's, thrusting his cock against Will's. He repeated the actions, while continuing to tease the other man's nipples.
Soon William was panting and moaning, becoming more brave as he felt more aroused. His hands roamed over Angelus' body, and settled in the man's brown locks, pulling his head down for another kiss. Angelus stopped his movements, and William groaned in disappointment, bucking his hips against Angelus'. "Patience, Will," Angelus said, looking at him with lust in his expression. "I want to be _in_ you," he said, almost growled.
William swallowed hard, as he gazed into the brown eyes tinged with gold. He took in a deep breath, and managed to nod.
Angelus grinned, and kissed him hard, and all fear William felt was replaced with uncontrollable desire. He wanted this man - vampire. He watched as Angelus sunk his fangs into his own wrist. He then coated his cock in the blood, and William shivered again, the fear returning. Angelus sat up, and grabbed a pillow. He grabbed William's hips and lifted them, placing the pillow under his ass.
"Wha--" All intelligent thought was driven out of his head as he felt Angelus' finger probing his hole. "Oh, God," he groaned as Angelus laughed.
"Like that, My Boy?" he asked, as he added another finger, stretching him. He moved his fingers in and out, and William gasped as he brushed against his prostate. He was soon lost in the feelings, moaning Angelus' name. He tensed as he felt his orgasm coming, and then was falling over the edge with a shout.
As he opened his eyes, he realized he must have passed out. *That's right. You're a hopeless case* he sighed at himself. He looked into Angelus' eyes, and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Angelus' passionate kiss. Angelus lifted his legs and placed them over his shoulders, and he tried to remain calm, bracing himself for the pain that was sure to come. He lifted his hand to caress Angelus' cheek, and got a smile in response.
He tensed as he felt Angelus' cock at his opening. "Relax, Will," he said for the second time that night. His hands moved to William's nipples, twisting and pulling at them. William groaned with pleasure, and he smiled. "We're to be family. I won't hurt you. Much." He began to push into William's opening slowly, and William whimpered at the pain, biting his lip. He sensed that Angelus was holding back, not wanting to hurt him more than necessary, so he tried to relax.
As Angelus sunk all the way in, he reached around to grasp William's still-erect cock, and begin to pump it. William groaned, "Angelus."
"That mean you don't want me to stop?" Angelus asked with a grin.
"No," William said, hoarsely.
Angelus pulled almost all the way out, then thrust back in quickly. William whimpered again, but this time it was with a combination of pain and pleasure as Angelus hit his prostate. Angelus set a deliberate pace, and soon the two were lost in the sounds of their pleasure.
Angelus slipped into gameface, and his thrusts became quicker as he neared his orgasm. William knew he should be afraid at the sight of the demon, but he wasn't. He lifted his hand again to trace the ridges in the demon's face, fascinated at the sight. Angelus tensed and groaned, "Will," before thrusting in harder than before, as his seed spilled into William's bowels. William followed quickly with a shout of his own, as Angelus collapsed on top of him.
Angelus pulled out and rolled off onto his back, lying next to William. William noticed the vampire was breathing heavily, and was glad he wasn't the only one. Angelus rolled onto his side facing William, and smiled down at him, back in his human face. "So, Will, d'you still want forever?"
William didn't have to think about it, but nodded quickly. "Yes, Angelus. Make me yours."
Angelus growled, "Mine," before lowering his head to William's neck. William tensed as he felt the prick of the fangs entering the skin, but was surprised when it didn't hurt at all this time. In fact it felt overwhelmingly sensual, and he groaned at the feeling. Angelus was sucking at the wound, and William felt the earlier dizziness return. He wrapped his arms around Angelus' shoulders, holding him close.
He whimpered as he felt Angelus pull his fangs out of his neck, then lick at the bite marks until the wound closed. Angelus raised his head and looked at him with a smile, and then sunk his fangs into his own wrist, before pressing it to William's mouth. "Drink," he ordered.
William licked at the wound hesitantly, then made a face. "Uck."
Angelus rolled his eyes and sighed irritatedly. "William, if you want to live forever, you have to drink my blood."
William nodded, and pressed his lips to the gaping wound again, sucking at it. The first few swallows were sickening, but then the bloodlust took over, and he drank eagerly. It was coppery, and sweet, going down his throat. He could also feel the power in the vampire's blood, and was amazed by how erotic it was to drink another's blood.
Too soon for his liking, Angelus grabbed Will's hair, pulling his head away from his wrist. "That's enough," he said.
Will frowned at him as if to argue, but then passed out. Angelus smiled and curled up next to the boy, sighing contentedly.
"Daddy, can I play with him?"
Angelus heard Drusilla's voice in the doorway. He sighed in irritation, and sat up, looking over at his other childe. "Dru, he's not awake yet," he growled. "Go back to your room. I'll call you, when he wakes. And yes, you can play with him then. He IS your new brother, after all."
He laid back down after Drusilla had left. "Welcome to the family, William, my boy," he said, before drifting off to sleep.
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