The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy
The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild
Title: Without William
Author: Evil Willow
Plot partner: Crazy Evil Dru
Series: "William" (This is story #9)
Series as a whole is NC-17, for themes dealing with Aus/William, Aus/Darla, and William/Drusilla as well as some violence and other vampire-related themes. Dark fics, all of them.
Spoilers: More for the previous stories in the series than anything Joss has done, by this point. General spoilers for the very vague history he's given us of Angelus, Darla, William the Bloody and Drusilla.
Rating: NC-17
Content/Warnings/Keywords: Angelus/Darla and hints at earlier not so happy stuff between Aus/William.
Pairings: Angelus/Darla
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, though the plot ideas are. The characters and overall canon belong to Joss Whedon, and whoever else he says owns them.
Summary: How everyone deals, now that William has made the difficult decision to leave his new family.
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, of course. My beta and who I can always turn to for ideas/suggestion when I'm blocked on this series. Which has been often.
Without William
Angelus woke an hour before sunset. He hadn’t slept well, at all. This was partially due to the sounds of Drusilla’s ranting which drifted from her room, also because of William’s unexpected disappearance. He realized now he’d obviously been wrong in choosing the boy as his childe. If he was that unreceptive to discipline, perhaps it was for the best that he’d left the family. Angelus had no interest in another undisciplined childe like Penn.
He opened his eyes and rolled onto his side. He grinned when he saw Darla, curled up on her side facing him, smiling in her sleep. *I don’t need William or Drusilla, in order to be content. The beautiful creature lying next to me is the only thing that I needed. We’ve been together for 127 years and yet I’ve never gotten bored with her.
*Time to wake her up* he thought with a mischievous grin. He rolled her onto her back, careful not to wake her just yet. She sighed but remained asleep. He slid his hand up under the hem of her silk nightgown, trailing his fingers lightly up along her stomach to her breasts. He squeezed a breast gently while he kissed and nibbled at her throat.
Darla moaned and he raised his head to look at her. Her eyes were shut, her face flushed. He knew she was still sound asleep, but he imagined he was causing quite an interesting dream. And he hadn’t even gotten started yet.
He smirked and kissed his way down her chest to her neglected breast, sucking on it through the fabric of her nightgown. He could smell her arousal heightening. He was already painfully erect himself, after just a few minutes. He kneaded both of her breasts, under her nightgown, as he kissed his way down her stomach to her sex.
He breathed in the scent of Darla’s arousal. After one more check to ensure that she was still asleep, he pulled her underwear off her legs slowly. She was wet already, and he put his hands on her thighs, pushing them apart gently. He licked his way up along her opening, stopping just short of her clit. Darla responded with a breathy moan. He chuckled and repeated the action, this time closing his lips around her clit. He sucked on it steadily while he inserted two fingers into her slick passage slowly, stroking her inner walls as he stretched her.
Darla began panting slightly but remained asleep.
Angelus decided it was time for her to wake up. He bit down lightly on her clit as he pushed another finger inside her.
Darla gasped and clutched at the sheets. She had been disappointed to wake from a rather erotic dream, until she realized that Angelus had the cause of that dream. This was not the first time he’d woken her up in this manner, but she wasn’t complaining. Besides the fact that it was quite an enjoyable way to wake up, it meant that he was in a better mood.
Angelus knew he had succeeded in waking her. He glanced up into her eyes, which were watching him intently. He raised his head and smiled.
"Angelus," she whined.
Angelus chuckled at her protest. He’d known that he almost pushed her into orgasm, before he pulled away. He didn’t want the fun to end that quickly. "Evening, Love," he murmured before he returned to his previous activities.
Darla whimpered when he sucked on her clit again, harder than before but not hard enough to make her come yet. He was in a teasing mood apparently, which was bad now but always proved to lead to unbelievable orgasms eventually.
Angelus pushed her thighs further apart, bending her legs at the knees, opening her more to him. Darla held her breath as she waited for his next move. She couldn’t take her eyes off him; he was unbelievably sexy when he was using his talented mouth and fingers to pleasure her. Hell, he was just unbelievably sexy, no matter what he was doing.
Angelus moved the thumb of one hand to massage her clit, and Darla threw her head back with a long moan. "Oh gods," she gasped when she felt his tongue push inside her. Her hips bucked up off the bed but his other hand pressed down on her stomach, holding her down. She growled but used all her self-control to try to keep still, as he wished.
He knew she was so close, her inner muscles quivering around his tongue told him that. He withdrew his tongue and smirked up at her.
"Please," she begged, fisting the sheets in an attempt not to grab his head and try to push his face back into her sex. She knew he’d just refuse her. "Angelus, please, I need to come, please…"
Angelus decided to take pity on her.
Darla whimpered and threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut, when he pushed three fingers inside her and began thrusting them in and out slowly. "Yessss…" she hissed. Angelus watched Darla, her head thrashing back and forth, as she moaned and whimpered his name repeatedly.
He withdrew his fingers quickly, and before she could protest, he crawled up her body and slammed into her fully. She screamed and arched against him. "Harder," she gasped. When he complied, pulling out fully and slamming into her again forcefully, she whimpered. "Faster," she demanded.
Angelus set a punishing pace, withdrawing then thrusting into her hard and fast. Darla met his thrusts as she locked her legs around his hips. She growled and slipped into game face as his pubic bone hit her clit. She squeezed him with her inner muscles and he growled as well, already in game face. Darla pulled his head down to her throat, whispering, "Drink."
Angelus didn’t need to be asked twice. He tore into her throat and she screamed his name as she came, sinking her own fangs into his shoulder. Angelus pulled his mouth away with a roar at the feel of her fangs inside his skin. He continued to thrust into her a few more times as he latched his mouth back onto the wound on her throat and drank the blood she offered.
He couldn’t support himself anymore on his elbows and he rolled them both over, so she was lying on top of him. There were no sounds for many long minutes, other than their muffled moans as they drank from each other. Finally, Darla pulled away and Angelus followed suit, reluctantly. She laid her head on his chest with a contented smile. *Oh yes, things are definitely going well. And I didn’t have to do a thing to push Angelus and William apart. I just had to give the boy enough time to ruin things on his own.*
"Ready to go out, Darla?" Angelus asked. "I’m hungry."
Darla grinned up at him. "Dinner time," she agreed as she climbed off him and to the bathroom to wash up.
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William woke shortly after sunset; the blood lust was overwhelming. He realized then that he hadn’t fed the previous evening. He decided to leave the horse in the barn. It would be a nice surprise for the family who owned the house next door. He ran his hand through his hair and walked outside, heading to the city square. He had a little money, so he would be able to catch a train out of London to… where-the-hell-ever sounded interesting.
He walked down the street and ducked into a tavern. He was still sore and angry. He needed some alcohol to kill both feelings. "Vodka," he growled to the bartender, who nodded and poured him a glass. William leaned back against the bar and watched the humans around him. None of them appealed to him, however. Just a bunch of lonely, pathetic drunks and a few whores. One of the women sidled up to him with a coy smile as he started on his second drink. She was probably in her mid-thirties, with red hair and green eyes. Not bad to look at, William had to admit. "Hello there, Darlin’," she purred. "Wanna go somewhere and have a little fun?"
William considered her offer a moment. Somehow the thought of taking her up on it was rather disgusting. *Is my Catholic upbringing sneaking out and confronting me, NOW?* he wondered. He chuckled at the thought. Considering the fact that he’d had sexual intercourse with Angelus, an evil, murderous demon, numerous times over the last few weeks, it was rather odd for his conscience to present itself when faced with bedding a street whore.
*At the very least, she’s dinner* William decided. He gave the woman his best smile and nodded in response to her question. He finished his vodka and said, "Just lemme get another drink in me." He motioned to the bartender, then looked back at her. "Want somethin’?"
"Whatever you’re having, Sweetie," she replied with a smile.
William ordered two more vodkas. "Where you want to go?" Will asked the woman. "By the way, I’m Will."
"Nice to meet ya, Will," the woman replied with a smile. "I’m Rachel. I’ve got a room upstairs."
William smiled at the girl. She had been okay looking before, and looked much better after three drinks. Shame she wasn’t going to live past tonight. William frowned and looked down at the floor. Sod that; he wouldn’t pity his prey. He was a demon. If Angelus could play big and nasty monster, so could he. "Let’s go then," he said to her.
Rachel grinned and led him upstairs, unaware that she was walking straight to her death.
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