The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy
The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild
Title: William's Promise
Author: Evil Willow
Plot partner: Crazy Evil Dru
Series: "William" (This is story #11)
All Stories are either R or NC-17, for m/m and m/f smut and some violence. 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: Hints of Angelus/Darla. William/Drusilla smut.
Pairings: Angelus/Darla; William/Drusilla
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, though some of the plot ideas are. The characters and overall canon belongs to Joss Whedon, and whoever else he says owns them.
Summary: William realizes his feelings for Dru run deeper than he originally thought. He decides to do something about it.
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. To all of those who send me feedback, you're a huge encouragement!
William's Promise
"Drusilla?" William asked, quietly, as he sat next to the girl on her bed. He and Angelus had found Darla and then returned to the house. Dru seemed to be asleep and he wasn't sure he should wake her. She was chained, hand and foot, to the bed, and her hair hung loose around her face, wild and unbrushed.
"William?" she said, her voice weak, as she opened her eyes to look at him
Will smiled and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "I'm here," he replied. He was alarmed at how weak she looked. "Drusilla, are you hungry, Pet? How long's it been since you've eaten?"
She shook her head, "I'm not hungry," she whispered. She looked away. "No more blood. I've seen enough."
"Dru, look at me!" Will insisted, growing more worried by the second. Could it be that Angelus and Darla hadn't bothered to see to Dru's feeding since he'd left? If that was the case, she hadn't eaten for a week and he was sure she couldn't last much longer.
She turned back to look at him reluctantly. He said, "You know that you can't survive without feeding. Will you drink, Pet? For me?"
She tried to move her arms and whimpered when she couldn't. "You left and I couldn't find you. I thought you'd be my beautiful white knight, who would protect me... but you went away."
William sighed and caressed her cheek gently. He couldn't even begin to imagine how horrible it had been for her this past week, not having him to take on Angelus' rages. "I'm back and I'm staying. All right?"
"Promise?" she asked tearfully.
"I promise," William replied. "Now, you promise me that you're gonna eat." Drusilla made a face and he said, "Dru, I'm not kidding with ya, you've gotta eat."
Drusilla nodded finally. "Daddy's still mad, though. He said I had to stay like this," she paused and shook the chains that bound her, "until I was good."
"Promise me you won't hurt yourself anymore. If you do that, I'll have a chat with Angelus and get him to let you go," William offered. He tried to push away the dread that rose inside him at the prospect of getting within ten feet of his sire.
Drusilla nodded and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. "I'll be back in a little bit," he said. He got to his feet and walked down the hallway to Angelus and Darla's bedroom. He didn't hear them there, so he continued downstairs. He found Angelus sitting alone in a chair by the fireplace. It gave him deja vu, it was exactly the same place he'd been sitting that night. He shook off the panic that threatened in response to those memories. He had to stay calm. He knew Angelus was able to sense his emotions, and he didn't intend to give the older man that kind of power over him.
Angelus sat staring at the fire. He wasn't in the best of moods. Darla had taken off, shortly after they returned home, furious with him that he hadn't killed William. She wouldn't talk to him about it, though. She'd made up an excuse of finding a human for Drusilla to feed on and bringing it back to the house. She made it clear that she didn't need his company, and he hadn't pressed the issue.
The only reason he hadn't staked Will was because he knew the boy would help them with the Drusilla situation. He would just have to find a way to convince Darla of this.
He looked up as William descended the stairs.
"Sire, I think Drusilla needs to feed," William said, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. "She's weak."
"Darla is hunting now. She'll bring a human back for Dru," Angelus replied. He smiled as he smelled the fear on his childe. *Let's keep it that way,* he thought.
"Can I unchain her?" William asked. Angelus didn't respond, so he added, "Please? You can hold me responsible for whatever happens. But I think she'll be okay." He looked up just long enough to notice the smirk on Angelus' face. It was all he could do to keep himself from running to his sire and punching him, just to get that look off his face. Right now, what mattered was getting Drusilla fed and strong again. So he kept his temper.
Angelus noticed the scowl on his boy's face when Will looked up at him. He chuckled. "You can unchain her, as long as you keep her in her room where she belongs."
William nodded and hurried back upstairs.
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When Will returned to Dru's room, she was sleeping again. He knew she'd rest better *out* of the shackles. *Damn it all, I should've asked for the key,* he realized with a sigh as he sat down next to her.
"Looking for this, Childe?" Angelus asked. He was standing in the doorway with a grin on his face, holding out the key to the shackles.
William nodded, "Yes," he replied. He wondered if Angelus was just going to give him the key and go away. From the look on his face, he thought not.
"Hello, Darling," Darla walked down the hall with a young man in tow. He was skinny, his clothes were tattered. He had shoulder length dark hair and brown eyes. He didn't look too frightened, even when he saw Dru chained to the bed. Angelus would wager the man was homeless, probably survived by selling himself for sex. Therefore he wouldn't be surprised by much he saw. He wouldn't be missed either, after Drusilla drained him. Darla had chosen the prey well, as always.
"I'm glad you're back," Angelus said, leaning down to kiss Darla. He was pleased when she didn't turn away. "Brilliant choice," he whispered in her ear.
"I know what I'm doing," she replied with a smile.
"Will," Angelus held out the key to Dru's chain's and Will took it. He went to the sleeping girl and unchained her quickly. Angelus turned back to the stranger. "What's your name?"
"Michael," the man replied.
"That's Drusilla," Angelus pointed to his insane childe, "and that over there's William. Have fun." He chuckled as he and Darla left the room. He locked the door from the outside, having no intention of letting the young man get away to draw attention to them all.
Drusilla eyed Michael interestedly. "Pretty boy," she said as she held out her hand. "You should get more comfortable," she added, beckoning him nearer. The man went willingly, and William wasn't surprised by that. *Who wouldn't?* he thought. Drusilla was beautiful, exotic and absolutely enchanting. *He* was unable to leave her, after only knowing her a few weeks.
She pulled Michael onto the bed and kissed him. "I'm hungry," she said with a smile as she slipped into gameface.
"What the-" Michael tried to pull away.
William walked over and grabbed him from behind, holding him still. "Go ahead, Dru," he prompted.
She grinned, "I'm so glad you're back to take care of me," she said, before she tore into the human's throat with her fangs.
William watched as she fed, and felt himself growing aroused at the sight. She was a very sexual creature, even if she didn't know it. He realized in that moment however that what he felt for her was more than a physical attraction. If that had been all it was, he'd have been able to walk away easily. No, this was different. He was beginning to think that he was actually falling in love with her. That surprised him slightly, but it made sense, too. It was the only reason he would risk Angelus' beatings and worse: to be with someone that he cared for.
Drusilla drained Michael and then shoved the body off the bed. She licked her lips and looked up at William.
"Feeling better?" he asked with a small smile.
"Much," she nodded. She laid back on the bed, "I want to play, now," she said with a grin as she held her hand out to him.
William just stared at her a moment, not sure that he was hearing her right. He lay down on his side, next to her, and ran a hand through her silky dark hair gently. "Drusilla, I'm so sorry I left you alone," he said softly. "Like I said, I'll never do it again. I'll stay with you and I won't let him hurt you again, Luv."
He leaned in to kiss her. He sighed contentedly as his tongue swept into her mouth. She moaned and put her arms around him, pulling him closer. He wanted her, like he'd never wanted anyone before. He trailed a hand down to her breasts, squeezing one through the fabric of her dress. She whimpered into his mouth and he took that as encouragement to continue. He kneaded, harder and was rewarded with another moan.
He smelled her arousal in the air and growled as he broke the kiss. "Drusilla, I..." He trailed off with a groan as her hand stroked him through his pants.
"Let me make you happy, William," she requested.
William smiled and pulled her hand away before he came too soon. "You already do, Pet," he assured her. At the confused look in her eyes, he sighed. "Look, Dru, it wasn't anything *you* did that made me leave. I swear it. I just ... got angry with... him," he shrugged. "But you're the reason I came back. I couldn't leave you for good.
"If you'll let me," he continued, "I want to spend eternity making *you* happy."
Drusilla stared at him silently, in the uncanny way she had that made him believe she could read his mind. *Perhaps she can* he thought. "Do you love me, my William?" she asked, her voice uncertain.
"I ..." Will hesitated. The last woman he'd pledged his love to had informed him he was beneath her. "I think I do," he admitted softly.
Drusilla smiled, a brilliant smile that warmed his heart. "As much as Daddy does?"
William bit back a growl. She really believed what Angelus did to her was out of love? "More," he answered once he trusted himself not to sound angry. "Let me prove it," he added when she looked skeptical. She nodded and he kissed her again, more passionately this time.
He rolled them over so she was lying on top of him, as they kissed, hungrily. Her long hair fell around them and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He put his fingers to work again and pulled down the zipper of her dress.
Drusilla broke the kiss and moved off the bed, to his enormous disappointment. She laughed, probably in response to the look on his face. "Too many clothes," she said, as she slipped out of her dress and began removing her underwear. "You too," she added, waving a hand at him.
Will took the hint and jumped up, stripping as well. When Drusilla dropped to her knees in front of him, he bit his lip and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her back to her feet. At her bewildered expression, he said, "Not yet. I want to give you pleasure, first."
He kissed her when she still looked confused, and swept her up in his arms, laying her back down on the bed. He sat next to her for a moment, taking in her beauty. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said reverently.
He meant it, too. True, his experience was limited to a few whores and Darla, but Drusilla was by far the most beautiful of all of them. Her skin was a flawless porcelain white, and she was perfect, in every way. There was something frail, breakable about her beauty, too. Something that called out to him and made him want to spend the rest of his life protecting her. There was also something innocent about her, even though he knew Angelus had done his best to remove that innocence. It still remained though, most likely a product of her broken mind not being able to understand all that happened to her. She wasn't jaded, she didn't use her beauty as a weapon as he'd noticed Darla did. No, Drusilla didn't see her own beauty, locked in a world where she was sure everything bad happened to her because *she* was bad.
William also bet that she hadn't ever truly had someone make love to her before. Not Angelus, who only used sex to control others and to receive pleasure. Except for when he was with Darla, of course. But Angelus had probably never worried much about Drusilla's pleasure, when he had sex with her.
William aimed to show her just how much more he loved her than his bastard of a sire.
He reached out and took one of her breasts in his hand, kneading it gently. She moaned and arched up against his hand. He settled on his side again and continued to knead her breast, as he alternately kissed and nibbled the skin of her throat.
"William," she whimpered, trying to pull him on top of her.
He resisted and bit her earlobe. She moaned and he caught her hand as it moved down his stomach. "You do that, and this will be over too quickly," he whispered in her ear. He moved both her hands over her head. She pouted in reply and he caught the protuding lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it a moment, before pulling away. "Come on, Dru. Be patient, Luv," he requested.
She continued to pout but when he removed his hands from her wrists, she didn't try to move her hands. "That's my girl," he smiled and returned to her neck. He bit down hard with his blunt teeth and she moaned his name. The sound made his cock twitch and he continued to kiss his way down further to her breasts. He took just the nipple between his teeth and bit it lightly. When she whimpered, he laved it with his tongue, before taking her entire breast into his mouth and suckling it. She hissed and arched up against him and he smelled her desire intensify.
He continued sucking and biting her breast, and his hand moved to the other, pinching the nipple. His other hand trailed down her stomach to her curls. He wasn't surprised to find her wet, he'd already smelled her arousal. He trailed a finger down between the lips of her sex and then back up again lightly. She whimpered as he repeated his actions, just barely touching her.
He kissed his way across to her other breast and suckled that one, as she writhed and moaned under his lips and hands. Her juices were flowing freely by now and the scent was overpowering. He fought the urge to bury himself inside her immediately, because he wanted to give her pleasure unlike any she'd had before. He wanted her to want him forever as much as he wanted her. More than she wanted their sire.
He shook that last thought away as he felt hands in his hair. He smiled against her skin as he understood that she hadn't been able to keep from touching him. He didn't mind, though, it proved he was affecting her.
He still continued his light touch between the lips of her sex, even though she'd begun to beg him for more. He breathed in deeply of the scent of her desire and felt his face shift. He let it happen as he continued to suckle her breast. He pushed a finger into her entrance at the same moment that he sank his fangs into her breast.
Drusilla climaxed with a loud moan, her fingers tightening in his hair. He looked up at her as he drank her, as she threw her head back and panted for breath. He savored the taste of her blood and began to move his finger inside her slowly, feeling her muscles contract around him. He withdrew his fangs and lapped at the puncture marks until they closed.
He pulled back after another minute and looked at her. She was smiling contentedly and he chuckled. "Liked that, did ya?" he teased.
She nodded and moaned again when he added a second finger to her slick passage. "William, I want *you* inside," she said.
"I want that too, Luv," Will replied. "Soon enough," he added.
He kissed his way down her stomach, to her sex. He pushed her thighs apart with his hands and settled between them. He looked up at her and said, "Gods, Drusilla. The way you smell, it's driving me insane. I want to taste you, Luv." He wasn't surprised to see the confusion on her face. This was something he doubted Angelus had ever done for her. "Trust me?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded, "Of course I do."
"Then just relax," he said. He was relieved when she appeared to do just that. He removed his fingers from her and slipped them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of her. She watched and he smiled to see the way her eyes darkened with desire. "You taste so amazing," he said. He leaned down and licked between the lips of her sex. The sound of his name torn from her lips was music to his ears. He repeated this action over and over, his hands at her thighs to hold her still as she writhed and moaned under his torture.
After several minutes, he thrust his tongue into her. Drusilla screamed his name and he continued to move his tongue in and out, pushing her closer to the edge as slowly as possible. He rolled her clit between his fingers and she whimpered.
He continued his torment until she was begging him again. He continued to thrust his tongue inside her and increased the pressure on her clit, finally pinching it hard between. She yelled his name, arching up against him as she climaxed for the second time. He took his clit into her mouth, sucking it steadily as he thrust two fingers into her passage. She moaned and bucked against him, still riding out her orgasm. He felt himself shift into gameface again and pricked her clit lightly with a fang. She let out a wail as her third orgasm washed over her. Will lapped at her juices eagerly, working her down from her climax more slowly this time.
Once he'd licked her clean, he crawled up to settle beside her. He was surprised to find that she'd passed out from the last orgasm, but rather pleased with himself also. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest as he waited for her to awaken.
He smiled as he thought that his love for Drusilla just might make life with his family bearable. If he had her to take care of and be with, maybe he could tolerate Angelus. He pushed the unwelcome thought of the other man away, not wanting to ruin the perfection of his time spent with Dru.
He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Sleep now, Drusilla. We've got all the time in the world, Luv. I promised; and I always keep my promises."
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