The Cost of Turning William

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Summary: Takes place after my first story, in which Angelus turned William. Darla's upset about the turn of events, Angelus has to make it up to her. However will he do that?????? ;-)

Author's Notes: This fic is a continuation of what I never intended to become a series, but it ran away from me. The first fic was Turning William, it is also rated NC-17 for M/M smut/slash (Angelus/William). If you want to read it go here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Vamps_n_SlayersFanfic/message/1524 If you don't want to read it you won't be lost, all you need to know is Angelus sired William. Yes I said Angelus. If Joss wants to change history I can't stop him, but I can choose to ignore him now and stick with what he originally said. :-P

Dedications: To Dru, for being the best feedbacker an author could have, for always giving me a great last-minute beta, for inspiring me to write an Angelus/William fic in the first place, and for giving me tons of enjoyable stories to read! Thanks also goes to anyone who ever enjoyed my stories and took the time to let me know. You all are the reason I keep writing!

Darla stayed downstairs, reading in front of the fireplace while Angelus had his fun with the young mortal. She'd never minded his desire to take the occasional lover, so his wish to bring the young man home for sex hadn't met with any objections on her part.

She'd never felt the need to be jealous of his wander-lust. He was her childe, after all, he understood that and had proven more devoted than she could ever have dreamed. He'd never denied her anything she'd asked of him, so she'd never had the need to pull rank on him and order him to do anything.

He wouldn't turn the boy. They'd agreed. Of course he'd offered this to the boy, but that had been all part of the seduction. Hadn't it? He wouldn't dare...

Drusilla dropped to the floor next to Darla's legs, apparently not paying the slightest bit of attention to the words out of Darla's mouth. She smiled up at Darla, "I'm going to have a new brother! I never had a brother before!" she clapped her hands happily.

Drusilla frowned, obviously trying to pull the memory from her mind. "Oh him," she waved her hand dismissively. "He doesn't count, He was naughty. He was mean to me, and Daddy never liked *him*. This one's different, Grand-mummy. He's gentle and sweet. And so beautiful, like the moonlight over the water. And Daddy said I could play with him when he wakes up!" She clapped her hands again in delight.

"GO!" Darla screamed, getting to her feet and pointing at the stairs. Drusilla burst into tears and scrambled to her feet, running up the stairs. "Well that made me feel somewhat better," Darla said with a shrug. "Stupid girl."

She was still furious with Angelus, though, and made her way up the stairs quickly. *He'd turned the boy??? He'd defied her. That's the first time he's ever done that. All out of what, lust? Time to reign him back in,* she thought darkly. She stopped at Dru's room, locking the girl inside. Nothing would interfere with Darla's intentions, especially not the unpredictability of Angelus' insane childe.

Angelus' eyes flew open as he caught scent of his sire. He then grabbed her wrist just short of her staking William, who'd not yet arisen. "What the hell--"

Angelus was utterly bewildered by Darla's venom and not just a little angered by it as well. She'd never raised her voice to him, why was she doing it now? He kept his cool though. Contrary to Darla's implication to the contrary, he DID know 'his place.' "Sire, please," he said calmly, "Tell me what I've done to anger you. I can't fix it if I don't know what I did." He moved to sit on the bed between Darla and William, making it more difficult for her to attack his new childe. Then only did he release her wrist.

"You're NOT STUPID, Angelus," Darla said, still glaring at him. "You know VERY WELL why I'm angry. We agreed you WOULD NOT create any more childer. All attempts so far have ended in complete failure. But you obviously *forgot* about the decision, because here he is, a new childe!" She pointed at Will, stomping her foot for good measure.

Angelus sighed. She'd always been jealous of his other childer, but he never understood it. He'd never given her any reason to be jealous; he'd always treated her like his queen. "We didn't agree, Darla," he said.

"I remember the conversation too, Darla," Angelus replied evenly. "Though it wasn't a conversation. You suggested that I turn no more humans. I didn't argue, but I didn't agree either."

Darla was so angry she couldn't see straight. She grabbed a nearby lamp and threw it against the opposite wall to release some of her rage. "I *SUGGESTED*? You INSOLENT BASTARD!" She yelled, backhanding him across the face. He snarled at her in full game-face and she slipped into game-face also, saying, "Don't challenge me, BOY. You will TAKE what punishment I give. Otherwise, I will tear you *and* your pathetic childer to pieces!"

"That's better," she said with a smile. Now, as I was saying, before you chose to try to *challenge* me, you know FULL WELL my words are NOT to be taken as suggestions. I'm your SIRE, Boy, you OBEY ME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"

*Where did things go so wrong* Angelus wondered, as he winced at her harsh tone. *There has to be a way to soothe her anger toward me.* "I'm sorry, Sire," he said, looking up at her with his best 'who me?' look. "It was not my intention to defy you. I *know* you are my sire and I have a duty to obey you. I did not set out to do otherwise." His words were genuine, he was sorry for upsetting her. It hadn't been his intent, by any stretch of the imagination.

He hadn't argued with her when she'd told him it would be best not to turn any more mortals, because at the time he hadn't thought the issue would ever come up again. He was quite content keeping the members of their little family confined to himself, Darla and Drusilla. But when he'd seen William, he'd changed his mind. Angelus had wanted him, unlike he'd wanted any other mortal ever before. He'd wanted to make William his forever and had known instinctively that William would be a wonderful vampire. So Angelus had turned him. He simply hadn't thought Darla would throw such a fit when he did.

Darla regarded him thoughtfully. *Damn him.* she thought in irritation as he apologized and turned that look on her. The look that reminded her of how much she'd wanted him when she'd first seen him outside that Irish pub. The look that had succeeded in his seducing her, as she had seduced him. The face of an Angel, he'd had. Still had. She adored him and as such had tended to dote on him. Maybe too much, she knew now. *NO!* she thought firmly. *He will NOT change my mind on this. The boy must be destroyed. I meant what I said; I won't deal with any more failed experiments.*

"Darla, I know you feel that I have failed with my childer up 'til now. And perhaps you are right," Angelus said. "I have no right after unintentionally defying you, but I'm begging you" - he nearly choked on the words but managed to get them out - "to give me time to prove that this childe will be different. I know Will shall prove worthy of being my childe." He hesitated, looking at Darla, trying to gauge her mood. She was still glaring at him; it didn't look as if he'd gotten very far.

*He knows I can't deny him anything he asks me,* Darla thought ruefully. "Fine," She said with a shrug. "One week, Angelus. Now get him out of my bed and come back in here and change the sheets. I'm tired and I need sleep."

Angelus stifled a growl of irritation. Darla was now treating him like a minion, asking him to change the sheets? It was obviously going to take some definite work on his part to get her anger to subside. "Yes, Sire," he said, throwing William over his shoulder and taking him into Drusilla's bedroom. Almost.

Darla walked over with the key and unlocked it. "Don't dawdle," she ordered before returning to her room. She smirked at the irritated look he gave her. She knew she was pushing the dominant role, but was enjoying it immensely.

Angelus sighed and opened the door, ignoring Drusilla pouting in the corner. He laid Will on the bed and left again throwing a quick order over his shoulder to Drusilla, "Leave him be, until he wakes, Dru."

He then found some clean sheets in the linen closet and returned to the bedroom he shared with Darla. He looked over at Darla, and was sitting on a chair by the window, facing him. He found himself wishing he had either at least pulled on his pants again or not noticed her though. For he had to stifle a groan as he looked at her. She was sitting there, having let her hair down and changed into a red silk robe. Said robe being open, showing him enough of her delicious body to make him sufficiently aroused. As his eyes met her amused ones, he knew she planned to keep him in that state longer than would be comfortable. She was a master of torture, he'd learned that well.

Darla rose and walked over to him, shedding her robe as she did so. She was going to enjoy reminding him who had control in their relationship. She didn't have much hope he would convince her of the usefulness of his new childe, but she'd enjoy letting him try.

He started, moaning as he felt her press up against his back, her hand stroking his length lightly. "Darla," he groaned. "Sire." He growled in disappointment as she pulled her hand away.

"Go wash up," she said, "then come to bed. She walked around him and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. "I need tending to," she said with a pretty pout, as her hand wandered downward to her cunt enticingly.

Angelus nodded, somehow managing to tear his eyes away from her body and follow orders. He went into the adjoining room and filled the tub with water, not bothering to make it warm water. He needed momentary reprieve from his erection. He knew she had every intentions of leaving him wanting when he returned to her.

He washed up quickly and returned to her after drying himself as quickly. She was panting as she pleasured herself with her fingers and looked over at him with a smile. The smell of her arousal was so strong in the air, his only thought was making her climax so hard she let him bury himself inside her sooner rather than later. "Sire," he said smoothly, "let me do that for you, Love."

Angelus grinned, "Gladly," he replied, taking her hand and crawling onto the bed, moving between her spread legs. His hands pushed her legs up until her knees were bent, feet flat on the mattress. With a wicked grin, he dove between her legs, tongue pressing inside her opening and stroking her inner walls.

Darla moaned and threw her head back, gasping for breath. He was talented, the most talented lover she'd had in the past couple of centuries. His thumb found her clit and began working it and she whimpered. "So good," she moaned. "Don't stop."

After a short while she was moaning his name continuously. He withdrew his tongue from her passage and his fingers from her clit. She moaned with disappointment but then he bit down lightly on her clit while two fingers began thrusting into her forcefully. "ANGELUS!" she screamed as she climaxed violently, her head thrashing back and forth.

He looked up at Darla, enjoying the sight of her completely lost in orgasm. He held her down with one hand, not letting up his assault on her. The next orgasm would be even more powerful if it came when she was still reeling from the first. He continued pumping his fingers into her passage and working on her clit with his lips and tongue.

Darla felt herself begin to come down from her orgasm, gasping for breath as she realized her second one was quickly approaching. She felt Angelus' fingers and mouth working her quickly back to the edge and she moaned. She wasn't sure whether to try to get him to stop or beg him to continue. "ANGELUS," she whimpered, looking down at him. He smiled up at her desire-darkened eyes and began humming as he sucked on her clit. "OH GODS!" She screamed. as she neared her second orgasm. Still humming and watching her reactions, he added two more fingers to her slick passage. The moment he did, she shrieked as her climax overtook her. He worked her passage gently and raised his head to watch her again, letting her come down more gently from this second orgasm.

Darla wasn't sure how long the second orgasm lasted, she simply knew it was one of the most powerful she'd ever had. "Think you can make the next one even better?" she challenged, looking at him. "Because I seriously doubt it."

He growled. "I never back away from a challenge," he said. He licked at her cunt, one hand trailing further upwards to a breast alternately kneading it and pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. His other hand had two fingers still inside her and he began thrusting them inside her steadily. As she began panting and moaning, he continued lapping at her juices eagerly, occasionally letting his tongue wander over her clit. He began thrusting his fingers harder into her passage and he soon felt her body trembling. She was getting close again.

He withdrew his fingers then and at her murmur of protest he chuckled. "Patience, Darla," he said. The fingers of one hand moved to her clit, working it gently. He licked along the lips of her pussy teasingly, as his other hand slipped underneath her body, moving to her ass. She felt one finger move along the crack of her ass, finding her puckered hole. He felt her tense up and he smiled up at her. "Relax, Love, I won't hurt you. That wouldn't be very smart of me, now, would it?"

Darla nodded, unable to argue with his logic. She forced herself to relax, as he continued teasing her cunt with his talented tongue and fingers. She felt a finger of his other hand trace around her hole lightly. She moaned his name, which was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue thrust into her cunt again at the same moment his finger entered her tight hole. Darla screamed and bucked against him as her third orgasm hit her with such force she almost passed out.

Angelus grinned and removed his finger and mouth, watching her scream and writhe until she recovered. He couldn't help being proud of himself for being so skilled, he knew that last orgasm had hit her hard and by complete surprise. He moaned as he became aware of his throbbing member. It was beyond painful and he looked up at her hopefully. He wanted so badly to bury himself inside her. He could hardly resist the urge. He knew he had to though. He'd given her three powerful orgasms, maybe she'd let him come finally.

She smiled down at him, grinning like a satisfied feline. "That was incredible, Angelus," she said. She held out her arms to him and he crawled up her body, kissing her passionately. When she slipped her hand between them, stroking his length, he pulled away with a groan.

She looked at him, feeling herself grow aroused again just by the look in his eyes. She nodded, "Very well, Angelus." She reached down and grabbed his throbbing penis in her hand, guiding it to her entrance. He slid inside her body slowly, as they both groaned in unison. She raised her legs up and placed them over his shoulders, letting him slide inside her passage even further. "Angelus," she hissed, squeezing him with her muscles.

"Darla," he groaned, resting her face in the crook of her neck, fighting the urge to come then and there. He had to gain control. He was not an adolescent boy, he was a one hundred year old vampire. He'd been with hundreds of women, he reminded himself. Endurance was something he'd mastered long ago.

As he felt he was no longer in danger of embarrassing himself, he withdrew until just the tip of his cock was inside her, then thrust back in quickly. She whimpered, running her hands around to his ass, squeezing it. He set a slow languid pace, bringing her back to the edge slowly. She began moaning his name repeatedly as she got closer to the edge. He sped up his pace then and slipped one hand between them, working her clit lightly. She moaned and raked her hands down his back, drawing blood. Angelus growled and slipped into gameface, looking down at her. She'd done the same, and whimpered, "Make me come."

"As you wish, My Love," he whispered. He twisted her clit roughly and she came with a wail, "ANGELUUUUUUUUUS!" He thrust into her a few more times before following her with a shout. Without thinking, he sunk his fangs into her neck, moaning as her blood hit his throat. He heard her yell as another orgasm overtook her, but then he tensed as he realized he'd not been given permission to do that. *Oh, Hell!*

He was about to pull out and begin the considerable task of apologizing again, when he felt her fangs pierce his throat. He moaned at the feeling of her drinking his blood. He got off on it every time. They drank from each other for quite some time, before Darla withdrew her fangs from his neck. He did likewise, and they lapped at each other's wounds until they closed.

He then collapsed on top of her, completely exhausted. "Oops?" he offered, referring to his drinking her blood without permission. He tried but was unable to move his head enough to look at her.

"Okay," he said, glad she wasn't upset about it. He realized he was too heavy to be putting his full weight on her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, rolling both of them over so she was lying on top of him. She let out a contented sigh.

"That sounds like a perfect plan to me, Darling," she said, laying her head back on his chest. Angelus tightened his arms around her and soon both were lost to the sleep of the dead.