The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy
The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild
Title: Taking William
Author: Evil Willow
Series: "William" (This is story #7)
Spoilers: More for the previous stories than anything Joss has done, by this point. General spoilers for the very vague history of Angelus, Darla, William the Bloody and Drusilla.
Rating: NC-17 for m/m semi non-consensual sex
Content/Warnings/Keywords: M/M non-consensual smut. Pairings: hints of William/Drusilla, Angelus/Darla and Angelus/William.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, though some of the plot ideas are. The characters and overall canon belongs to Joss Whedon, UPN and Mutant Enemy.
Distribution: My page at fanfiction.net. All list archives. Those who have previous permissions, if they want may also have this. Others just email me and ask.
Summary: William and Drusilla return after Drusilla's disobedience. Angelus isn't pleased.
Author's Notes: This story is part of a series that is *my* take on the history of Angelus, Darla, William and Drusilla. You'll notice that I refuse to accept Joss' revisionist history that Dru is William the Bloody's sire. Otherwise I try to stick close to his canon.
Dedications: To CrazyEvilDru, because without her awesome beta and
willingness to be a sounding board for this series, I'd never have gotten this far!
Oh and have I mentioned that you just won't get it if you don't read
the previous stories, first???? Trust me, you'll understand more if
you do.
Thoughts and emphasis are both in * * but I think you'll be able to
tell which is which...Now on with the show.
Taking William
William and Drusilla rode in circles throughout a wooded area ten miles from their home, for what William could only guess was several hours. Along the way, he’d had to jump off the horse whenever their pursuers got too close. He’d killed twenty men, leaving their bodies where they fell. However, it had been a good ten minutes since they had seen anyone, so he thought they were most likely safe now. He turned the horse in the direction of their home with a sigh of weariness. Drusilla hadn’t spoken for quite some time, she just leaned against him humming softly. "Drusilla?"
"The moon cries."
"Why’s that, Luv?" Will asked.
"The moon cries because she sees it all. The king is angry with his children because they were bad. They ran away to play with the mice. The queen wants to see more red… the blood makes the king laugh," she answered.
"Whose blood, Drusilla?" he wondered. He ignored the voice in his head that told him he already knew the answer. Drusilla just shook her head in reply. Will sighed, he knew better than to attempt to push her further.
As they approached their house, he felt a dread he couldn’t explain. *Don’t even know if they’re home* he reasoned with himself. *Maybe they won’t be back for a while yet.* He jumped off the horse, then helped Drusilla down. He looked at her a moment, her eyes were void of emotion. He turned and tied the horse to a tree, then followed her into their house.
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Angelus was sitting in a chair in the living room, wearing his pants but nothing else. He hated to bloody his favorite shirts. Darla had gone to the basement to ready things for him, pick out his favorite toys. When his insane childe walked inside, he saw the sorrow on her face. He nodded, she wouldn’t be the problem. He saw the look on William’s face and knew that he would be a difficulty, though.
"Where have you two been?" he asked calmly.
"We… I …um..." William tried unsuccessfully to remember the brilliant excuse he’d decided on earlier.
"Drusilla, come here," Angelus ordered. Dru obeyed and walked over to stand just six inches from him. "Where were you, Dru?"
She looked at him briefly before looking away. "The moon wanted me," she pouted.
Angelus raised an eyebrow at that response. He looked at Will again. "Care to try again, Boy? Where were you?"
"It’s my fault," William replied, having decided to divert Angelus’ anger onto him and away from Drusilla. "I wasn’t paying close enough attention and she ran off. I should’ve stopped her, it was my responsibility to keep her inside. I'm sorry, Sire. But please...if you want to blame someone, blame me."
"You were very, very bad tonight," Angelus said to Drusilla. "You know that, don’t you?"
Drusilla nodded, staring at the floor. "I’m sorry."
"Sorry’s not going to get you out of this, Dru. You know that," he said. "Go downstairs and wait for me. Do what Darla tells you."
She looked up at him fearfully, "I’ll be good, please, I promise-"
"DRUSILLA, this is NOT up for debate," Angelus growled. "Now, GO!"
Drusilla jumped in response to the force of his anger. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered and then went to the basement..
Angelus turned his gaze on Willia. "Go to your room."
"Sire, please, don’t hurt her," Will replied..
Angelus cocked an eyebrow at him, "You have no say in the matter, William. Drusilla *will* be disciplined for running off earlier tonight."
"Angelus, she didn’t do anything wrong--" Will started to object, but was cut off as Angelus leapt to his feet and approached him. He resisted the urge to back away, although he was frightened by the look he saw in his sire’s eyes.
"Didn’t do anything wrong???" Angelus growled. "She ran out, disobeying a VERY direct order from me. And what the HELL took you so long to get her back here?!"
"We kinda’ got chased out of the city and it took us a while to get rid of ‘em," William mumbled.
"‘Kinda’ got chased’…." Angelus trailed off in disbelief. "And you call that ‘not doing anything’?! You’re smarter than that, Boy! She put us *all* in danger with her insanity tonight--"
"Exactly!" Will interrupted. "But her insanity is not her fault! How’d she *get* insane, anyway?!" *Aw, hell. Why’d you go and say that?* William backed up as Angelus narrowed his eyes and stalked toward him with a loud growl. He backhanded William and the younger vampire fell to the ground from the force of the blow. He looked up at Angelus, in disbelief that the older man had actually hit him.
"GO… TO… YOUR… ROOM!" Angelus roared, pointing up the stairs in case William had forgotten the way.
William saw the fury in Angelus’ eyes and was more frightened than he’d ever been. But he also had no intention of letting Angelus anywhere near Dru, when the older vampire was in such a state. He stood and said, "Please, Sire. Just calm down--"
Angelus punched William in the face, sending him sprawling again. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BOY?! You do NOT--" pausing to kick William in the ribs, "--tell ME--" another kick "--what to DO!"
William dodged another kick by scrambling out of the way of Angelus’ booted foot just in time. He felt dizzy and nauseous and whimpered from the pain in his side. He was certain that he had at least one cracked rib, not to mention internal bleeding. But he’d been told that vampires healed quickly, so he shut the pain out. It wasn’t as important as protecting Drusilla from Angelus’ rage.
Angelus stood glaring down at his childe, his chest heaving. This was *not* the way he’d wanted to end the evening when he’d walked home with Darla. He’d hoped to spend a few, enjoyable hours with his boy, later… But this was no time to dwell on what he had once wanted. He had to assert his rank as sire, since apparently his childe had misunderstood his attention for being soft. "You have ten seconds to get upstairs, or I will take your refusal as yet another defiance of me," he warned quietly.
He waited five seconds, but Will didn’t move, simply staring up at him in disbelief. He wouldn’t let himself think that Angelus would really do anything more than beat him, although there had once been a time that he would never have believed *that*. His sire had always treated him with affection.
"Do you wish to learn my methods of discipline, then???" Angelus questioned, his hands on his hips.
The words brought back memories of Angelus' suggestion, his first night as a vampire, not to discover his methods of discipline. *Well, I managed for a month, at least.* He was afraid, now; he admitted that to himself. But he wouldn't back down. He *couldn't.* "I won’t let you hurt her," he said.
"You can’t stop me from doing what I feel needs to be done, Boy."
They both looked behind Angelus at the sound of Darla’s laugh. "I knew this would happen," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Angelus, would you like me to deal with Drusilla while you see to this disobedient boy?"
Angelus nodded, "If you wouldn’t mind, Love. But if you’re too tired to bother, just leave her chained up downstairs. I’ll get to her after I deal with William."
William winced as he was called by his full given name for the second time in five minutes. Lately Angelus had taken to calling him Will, in their more intimate moments together. But now it was the more formal ‘William’. Angelus was obviously furious with him. If the broken ribs and nose hadn’t told him that already, he knew it know.
"I don’t mind punishing Drusilla, you have enough to deal with where your newest childe is concerned," Darla replied.
"Thank you," Angelus said and turned back to William. He heard the door to the basement closing. "I’ll give you one last chance, since we were interrupted, Boy. You have five seconds to get upstairs."
William thought about his options for all of one second. Then he heard Drusilla’s scream of pain. He jumped up and tried to run for the basement door. Angelus tackled him before he got even half-way across the room and pinned him to the ground.
"I WON’T let you hurt her!" William screamed as he clawed at the floor, trying to get away. Angelus grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head with one hand. "Get OFF ME!" William yelled.
"You forget your place, Boy," Angelus growled in William’s ear. "I do what I want, when I want. You will take it, because you are my childe. I suppose it’s my fault that you’ve gotten so defiant. I have been too easy on you. I thought you understood the rules, but I guess you don’t. So let me make your place in this family a little clearer." He released Will’s arms and grabbed him by the hair, yanking him up to a kneeling position. "There will be pain, Boy, it’s part of the point of the punishment. Stop fighting me right now, and the pain won’t be too terrible. Fight me and I promise you will regret it for weeks afterward."
William froze when he heard the cold edge to Angelus’ voice. He’d never heard that before. He realized, at that moment, that he hadn’t had a clue as to who Angelus truly was. He sensed that this was the real Angelus and William was past frightened and well into terrified, no longer able to believe that Angelus wouldn’t hurt him worse than a beating. The fear intensified as he wondered just what his sire would do to him.
"Smart move," Angelus said with a smile. "I’m going to let go of your hair, but you will not move. Is that clear?"
William nodded.
Angelus released his childe’s hair and stood. He unfastened his pants and pushed them off. He’d learned the most effective means to control his childer was through sex. When used as discipline, he tended to get more enjoyment out of it than his childer did, but they still enjoyed it, nevertheless. The demon at the core of all of them enjoyed violence, even when it was inflicted on them.
"Take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees," Angelus ordered.
William hesitated, as it hit him what Angelus had planned. He doubted that there was any intention of letting him enjoying it. He stood and gauged the distance to the front door…. too far. Besides, there was the fact that Angelus stood between himself and the door. He then considered the possibility of getting upstairs and barricading himself in a room. He dismissed that option quickly. He had no doubt that Angelus could be patient, more patient than he. His sire wouldd simply wait for him to leave the room, and then he’d attack.
He looked over his shoulder at Angelus, who was standing there naked. "Please, Sire, don't," he begged.
"I’ll not tell you twice, William, and my patience is close to non-existent. So if you want to make this worse on yourself than it has to be, keep disobeying me," Angelus growled.
William unbuttoned his pants with trembling fingers. He got them unfastened and then pushed them off his legs completely. He pulled off his shirt and went down on his hands and knees, not looking at Angelus.
Angelus could smell the fear on his childe and it made him instantly hard. He knelt behind William and draped himself over his back, positioning his cock at his boy’s entrance. "Remember, William, you could have avoided this if you’d just obyed me the first time," he growled. He put an arm around Will’s stomach to hold him still before he rammed his cock into William’s tight hole. The sound of William’s pained scream made him even harder. He hadn’t realized that was possible. Taking William dry had caused the boy to bleed, and the scent of the blood permeated Angelus’ senses. He shifted into gameface and began moving inside William, short, quick thrusts that gave William no pleasure.
William bit his lip to keep from crying out again after the first invasion. He felt like he was being split in two the pain was so intense. He’d never felt this pain during his previous times with Angelus, not even on the first night they were together. He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks and hoped it would be over soon. He couldn’t take much more.
Angelus felt his climax fast approaching, the blood from the penetration slicking Will’s passage and making his thrusts easier. He gripped William’s cock in his hand and smiled when he found that it was already erect. He started stroking it in time to his thrusts. He chuckled when William whimpered and shuddered, more out of desire than fear and pain. He withdrew until just the tip of his member was still inside Will, then slammed back inside once more, pulling William upright as he did.
Will howled when Angelus pushed inside him, just as hard as before. Angelus spilled his seed inside him with a growl and bit into the boy's shoulder. William climaxed with a whimper, and then collapsed to the ground, Angelus still on top of and inside of him.
Angelus pulled out of his childe and stood. He pulled his pants back on and regarded William silently. William lay still, his forehead resting on his arms. They both heard Drusilla’s screams as she was punished downstairs. Angelus knew Darla was handling Dru’s punishment quite well. He wanted to join them and have a little fun. He noticed William tense up at the sounds, but the boy made no attempt to rush to Drusilla’s rescue.
"Look at me, William" Angelus ordered.
Will pushed himself up to his knees. He turned and looked at Angelus’ boots. He didn’t want to look at the other vampire’s face. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide … he wasn’t sure what he was feeling. But he was afraid that if Angelus saw something he didn’t like in his expression, he’d hurt him again.
Angelus growled and William looked up at him. Angelus was taken aback by what he saw in his childe’s face: the hurt, the devastation, the betrayal. Angelus managed not to acknowledge that it bothered him, however. "I’m going downstairs," he said. "Get dressed and go to your room." He waited for Will to acknowledge his orders.
William realized Angelus was waiting for an answer. "Yes, Sire," he said from between gritted teeth. He was in so much pain he didn’t feel like he could move. But he didn’t want a repeat of his earlier punishment, so he decided he would obey.
Well, he’d let Angelus think he was obeying, anyway.
Angelus smiled; glad his childe had learned his lesson. He turned and went downstairs.
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