William's Mess

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.

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.

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 the girl 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 sent me feedback on this series and continue to do so.

Angelus, Darla, William and Drusilla were still in London. Angelus had tried to convince Darla that they needed a change of scenery but she’d refused. She had been in a mood ever since he’d coerced Will back into the family. She still let him sleep in the same bed, but they’d not had sexual intercourse since before Will’s return. Angelus was getting his pleasure with Drusilla, in an attempt to prove to Darla he wasn’t obsessed with William. So far, it wasn’t seeming to help to get him back into Darla’s good graces.

William was another source of constant irritation for Angelus. He was completely indifferent toward his sire, although he was civil enough. He never gave Angelus a reason to yell at him, nor did he disobey anything he was told to do. But Angelus felt how his boy despised him, probably more so since Angelus was using Drusilla for his sexual release. Angelus was very aware of the fact that William thought he was in love with Drusilla now. He let them alone, however, because Will had managed to keep Drusilla from being a problem for them all.

William walked in now with Drusilla. Darla had insisted after Will returned that she and Angelus hunt alone, leaving Will and Dru to take care of themselves. Angelus hadn’t felt that he had any place in arguing with her, even though he’d doubted the intelligence of not being with his childer when they hunted.

Tonight, Will and Dru had returned much later from their hunt than was usual. "William," Angelus called to his childe before the two could run upstairs.

Angelus sighed and wondered if he’d done the wrong thing in not taking his boy into his bed immediately, regardless of what Darla wanted. He hadn’t had the boy since the night he’d run off. He’d not wanted to upset his sire, sensing that she was one wrong move away from leaving him. She’d threatened, the night he’d taken his childe back, that she would return to the Master. So he’d not done anything to push her out the door, even though he wondered if maybe her threat was an empty one. He didn’t want to find that out for certain.

But now he wondered as he had many times if he wasn’t asserting his rank as sire, enough. He had watched his boy closely, feeling that it was just a matter of time. Will wouldn’t remain submissive for too much longer, Angelus had no doubt of that. He hadn’t missed the fact that his boy had started drinking, heavily, recently. Just a sign of his repressed anger toward his sire. Just the slightest hint at the rebellion waiting to bubble to the surface. *How long until you try to test me, Childe?* Angelus looked into William’s defensive eyes. "How was your hunt?" he asked instead.

"Fine," William muttered, looking away. There was silence, a silence that he was uncomfortable in but Angelus seemed perfectly content with. But Will didn’t want to talk about the hunt, because it hadn’t gone fine, unfortunately. Their intended victim had gotten away, screaming, and he and Drusilla had run back to the house, after losing their pursuers. But he wouldn’t tell his sire that, because the older vampire would beat him into a bloody mess if he did.

"You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Boy?" Angelus asked, keeping his voice clear of the anger he felt as he suspected his childe was doing just that.

William met Angelus’ eyes and said, "Nothing to worry about." He was amazed at how easily the lie had come. He decided that his lack of guilt was probably due to the fact he didn’t give a damn about his sire. He felt a twinge at that thought, something in the back of his head that called him a liar. He shoved that thought back down, refusing to accept that he felt anything but hatred for the other man.

Angelus didn’t believe him but was more interested in finding out the extent of the danger his childe had put his family in. "You can go, then," he said. He waited til his childer were in their room and then left again.

In his human incarnation of Liam, he had always been quite successful in charming the tavern whores, and he decided to take up this habit again. It was the perfect way to get information about what the people of the city were saying. He’d hoped he wouldn’t hear anything unusual was going on, but he found out soon enough to the contrary.

One whore in particular took a liking to him and told a story about a killer on the loose. "My sister saw it ‘appen," the girl said as she perched on Angelus’ lap. "She was walkin’ down the street, minding her own business, when she saw a kid and his gal chasing another gal. The woman screamed, ‘Help! Police!’ The two would-be killers went runnin’ past my sis’ down the street and a few men chased ‘em. Didn’t catch ‘em, though they got a good look. The boy had a brown ‘air, blue eyes, scrawny lookin’. Short. The gal, she had long black ‘air and a black dress. Another thing the people noticed was they were really pale, looked almost sickly, but they ran like the wind."

Angelus was furious to learn his suspicions had been well-placed. The two would-be killers were quite obviously his childer. He’d have to get them all out of London, immediately. If they were seen again... *No, I can’t leave the witnesses alive. Who knows how long the search will go on? What if we need to return here?*

"So," he said, smiling at the girl. "Tell me about this brave sister of yours, the victim, and the others who risked their lives to try to catch these criminals." He listened intently as she gave him all but the addresses of the people involved in the incident. Then he took his leave, much to the woman's disappointment.

He returned home and apprised Darla of the situation. She stared at him silently during the story and then stormed upstairs, slamming the door behind her. When he tried it, it was locked. "Come on, Darla," he cajoled. "I need your help, Love, to fix this mess my boy’s created."

Angelus sighed but didn't continue to try to reason with her. He was rather upset to find Drusilla in her room but William not in his. He locked Dru’s door from the outside and then returned to his bedroom door. "Darla, Will has left again," he said through the door.

Angelus growled in response and left the house. He went into town and hunted down the witness and all others who had seen his childer. But of course he performed these killings more unbtrusively than his childe had performed his round of murders. Unfortunately, by the time he’d finished, the sun was about to rise. He took a room at a hotel and then waited for the sun to set again, hoping that his childer and Darla would be safe in the meantime.

Angelus returned to his home and was relieved to find it still standing. He’d imagined all sorts of horrible things happening to his family in his absence. He went up to his room, intended just to knock on the door and make sure Darla was all right. He was surprised not to have to plead for entrance back into their room. The door was unlocked. "Darla, it’s me," he said as he opened it.

"ANGELUS!" She screamed and jumped him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He grunted in surprise but any complaint was cut off when Darla kissed him, desperately and hungrily. They both moaned, and Angelus stumbled over to the bed.

He fell back onto the bed, Darla still clinging to him for dear life. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head away. "Darla," he gasped when she ripped his shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere in her haste. "What...ungh," he finished incoherently when she began kissing, licking and nipping at his chest.

"Talk later," she gasped as she rolled them over so he was on top of her. She arched up against him. "Take me *now*," she demanded as she stroked him through his pants.

He decided he’d figure out the cause of her desperation later. Now, though, he'd willingly obey orders. He raised up onto his knees and only then noticed she was just wearing a white satin nightgown that he could almost see through. He pulled his shirt off and quickly removed his pants and boots as well. While he was doing this, Darla removed her nightgown and laid back down on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly.

"I missed you," he said as he positioned himself at her entrance and then thrust into her. She screamed his name and he growled hers. He set a brutal pace, driving into her quickly. She scratched her nails down his back and he snarled, shifting into gameface at the smell of blood. Soon he was slamming into her, pounding her into the mattress. She met his every thrust and he watched as she slid her hand between their bodies, finding her clit. Her face contorted with pleasure and he knew she was so close.

He flipped them over and she moaned, apparently liking the change in angle. She braced her hands on his chest as she began riding him, furiously. His fingers danced over her clit, and she hissed with pleasure, "Yessssss." He twisted her clit and she screamed and collapsed onto his chest as she climaxed. He followed her with a shout, spilling his cold seed into her body.

They laid like that in silence, their bodies still connected, for a long time. Finally Darla spoke. "Don’t you ever frighten me like that again."

Angelus was puzzled for a moment but then figured out her meaning. His not coming home the previous night had caused her to think something had happened to him. "I’m sorry, Darla," he sighed. "I didn’t mean to worry you. But I had to fix the problem my childer caused. And it was near sunrise when I was finished, so I had to find shelter."

She nodded, still lying limply on top of him. "That’s what I hoped had happened, but I didn’t *know*, for certain, Angelus. And after what William did to draw attention to himself... I was afraid you’d gotten caught," she admitted. She raised her head up and looked at him. "I realize that I’ve been ... distant the last couple of months. But I don’t want to fight with you anymore, Darling." She frowned, "I’m not even sure what I'm angry about anymore.. I suppose I understand your not destroying William. He does keep Drusilla in line... at least he did, before this behavior of his emerged."

Darla nodded. "Do whatever you need to do," she said and kissed him again. Her meaning wasn’t lost on Angelus. She’d decided to trust him again. He was relieved by this.

He waited until his sire had fallen asleep again. He knew she hadn’t gotten much sleep, waiting for him to return. He rolled her off of him gently and then got to his feet. He found his pants and pulled them on as he walked out of his room.

He nearly bumped into Will as he did and the boy jumped back a good two feet. Angelus didn’t miss the frightened look in his childe’s eyes before he looked away again. *You’d *better* be afraid* Angelus thought as his earlier rage returned.

William saw the anger in his sire’s eyes and stepped back further. He’d known when he returned home that he was probably returning to a very irritated sire. But now he knew he’d not realized how furious Angelus would be.

He had actually tried to fix things, after lying to Angelus. He'd left again, intending to find the people who could identify him and kill them. Clean up his mess. But as he located each person, he found him or her dead. A broken neck from falling down the stairs. An apparent suicide by hanging, down the street. A slit throat, the man’s wallet missing. By the time he located the last of his intended victims and found the girl dead, he knew. Angelus had found out, somehow. Angelus had fixed everything.

William had found that fact strangely comforting. He actually had the fleeting thought: Maybe that means he *does* care? ... before he reminded himself that this was the same man who had beaten and all-but raped him. There was no caring. He was just protecting himself, most likely.

He realized he would be returning for another beating and ... more. But he had returned, nonetheless. He’d promised Drusilla. Now as he waited for the first blow, he wished, as he’d done many times those few months, that he’d never seen Drusilla in that alleyway.

He stood there as the tense silence built and felt his fear increasing. And he hated how Angelus used silence like this. Letting him, waiting for the inevitable. He bit his lower lip and stood his ground, however. He’d been the obedient childe ever since he returned, and that *had* to count for something. Didn't it? Was it *his* damn fault that the twit he’d meant to kill had gotten away from him? Drusilla had distracted him with one of her visions. And before he could figure out what to do about her, the human had gone screaming down the street.

He dared to glance up at his sire and winced at the disapproval he saw there. *It’s not fair, it shouldn’t matter to me that he’s not happy with me.* But the fact was that it *did* matter. And that wasn’t a train of thought he was willing to take to its completion.

Angelus cut him off with a wave of his hand. He didn’t want to wake Darla with a screaming match outside their room. "Not here," he growled. "Your room. Now." He saw the flash of panic and grinned as he followed Will down the hallway.

William felt like he couldn’t breathe... which was silly; he reminded himself breathing wasn’t a necessity. He got to his room and opened the door, leaving it open for his sire to follow. He flinched when he heard the door slam behind them. He gathered his courage and turned to face the older vampire. Before he could get a word out, though, Angelus spoke.

"I didn’t *mean* to let the girl get away," William said, "but Dru had a vision and it was either grab her and hold on or finish killing the girl and chase Dru later. What would *you* have done?!" Part of his mind screamed at him to just apologize and shut his mouth. Stop arguing. The punishment wouldn’t be as bad if he didn’t antagonize Angelus. But another part of his mind *wanted* him to fight back. The bastard deserved it; he was so damn self-righteous!

"I wouldn’t start using Drusilla as the reason for your problems, Boy. But if you’re telling the truth, and she’s that much of a danger, then I’ll just stake her now so we won’t have anymore problems." Angelus turned to go.

"NO!" Will yelled, grabbing Angelus by the arm. "Please, Sire, don’t destroy her. I ... I was just making excuses. What happened last night was my fault. I'm sorry. I’ll be more careful, it won’t happen again."

"Well then what..." William trailed off as he realized the answer. He forced himself to meet Angelus' gaze. "I'm sorry I lied, Sire. I just... I thought I could fix everything so you wouldn't have to know."

William swallowed hard at the calmness radiating from his sire. It somehow felt more dangerous to him than the yelling. He preferred that and the beating to the matter-of-fact... almost indifferent way that Angelus was dealing with him. "I knew it was wrong," he admitted. "But I still could’ve fixed everything, without your help. I *tried* to, but you... you beat me to them all."

Angelus raised an eyebrow at his childe’s insolent tone. "I had no *faith* in your abilities to fix anything, William." he said bluntly. He smirked when he saw by Will’s expression that the words had hit home. "You lied," he added. "That’s not something I can just shrug off. If you’d just told me what had happened, yes, I would have been angry. But I would have gotten over it and *helped* you. I wouldn’t be in the position I am now... wondering if I will ever be able to trust you again."

Angelus was pleased how his words were affecting his boy. That meant there was still hope. Perhaps this childe *wouldn’t* end up as much of a failure as Penn had proven to be. "You’re my only male childe, William," he continued. "I have to be able to trust you, or I might as well never have turned you. Darla thinks you were a mistake," he added. "Keep up your insolent behavior toward me and it won’t be long before I agree with her."

Sixteen year old William was pulled up by his hair, back to his feet, by his father. He had made the mistake of forgetting to bring home more beer. That had earned him a beating.

The man had started screaming at him, in between punches and kicks. Will fell to the floor after a few minutes, not even bothering to try to defend himself anymore. His father's words followed no coherent train of thought. "Good for nothin little brat!" The man continued to rage. "I ask you to do *one* thing for me, but do you do it? NO!"

Will looked over to his mother and sister and begged them, with his eyes, to get out of the house. They did as he wished and he breathed a sigh of relief, whimpering as the action alerted him of at least one broken ribt. The women were safe, though, and that was all that mattered. They'd stay with the neighbors until the morning. By then, hopefully, his father would have gotten the anger out of his system.

"You’re completely useless! I should’ve known you’d be, since you were a mistake! Not even MINE!" The man screamed. "Yer mum’s nothin’ but a whore. I thought that marryin’ her would change her, but I was wrong. You know how many lovers she’s had, since we been married?"

Will felt the blood running down his cheek, from the gash above his eye caused by a punch that he'd tried to duck. His ‘father’s’ fist had missed his eye but the man’s ring had gashed the skin above his eye. That would definitely scar.

He didn't bother to try to answer the man. He remained silent, taking the beating, occasionally dodging a blow. He never tried to fight back. Never tried to defend himself as much as he could have. The man was determined to beat him bloody and the sooner he let it happen, the sooner it would be over. Besides, there was no way to completely defend himself. His mother’s husband was a big man, twice as big as he.

"Too many," his not-father continued. "I’ve found out about every single one. She’s not a bright one, leaves half-finished letters lying around. One to the man she thought was your father, after you were born. I confronted her and she admitted it. I beat her senseless, but d’you think it stopped her? ‘Course it didn’t. I’m not even sure your sister’s mine, either. Maybe you’re both mistakes."

Angelus had been surprised to see the solitary tear glistening on William’s cheek. He also noticed the far away look in his eyes. It didn’t take much effort to understand that his childe was lost in a memory. Something in the lost, desperate look in his childe’s eyes brought out Angelus’ protective instinct. Nobody hurt his family. Nobody but him.

"WILLIAM, get control of yourself, NOW!" Angelus yelled, grabbing the boy by the arm and shaking him. The only reason he didn’t knock the boy to the ground was because he knew Will’s panicked response hadn’t really been directed at him.

The sound of Angelus’ voice brought him back to reality. He was with his new family, now. His ‘father’ had been dead for five years, by Will’s own hand.

He’d only meant to get the man to leave him alone, once and for all. But then his 'father' had lunged at him and the knife he held went through the man’s neck. Will had run halfway across London, before he got a grip on himself and returned home.

He pushed those memories away and set his jaw. He looked up at Angelus defiantly. "Get OFF me!" He yelled, shoving his sire away and heading for the door. "I won’t do this again," he said, choking out the words as the tears truly began to fall.

Angelus growled, "You don’t give me orders, William." He grabbed the younger man by the arm and spun him around to face him. He was shocked to see his childe crying.

"I’m *not* a mistake," Will said forcefully, trying to will the tears to stop. He was ashamed that his sire was seeing him like this: weak and crying like a child.

Angelus kept his hold on the boy's arm as he regarded him thoughtfully. All his anger dissolved at the sight of his childe's pain. He wanted to know who had hurt his boy and how badly he could kill that person.

Upset or not, however, Will's defiance still couldn't be allowed. "Watch your tone, Boy," Angelus warned. "You belong to me and that means you are *whatever* I say you are. And right now, I say you’re trouble." He stepped closer. "Rebellious." He stepped even closer, now just an inch away, both hands still gripping his childe’s upper arms. "Stubborn. Disobedient. And yes, perhaps even a mistake."

William bit his lip. He couldn’t talk; if he did, the tears would start again. His hands were on Angelus’ chest, he had every intention of holding the other vampire off. Angelus stepped closer however and William was unable to put up any fight. He couldn’t seem to make himself think of anything other than how good it would feel to be in the stronger man’s arms again. He tried to fight that desire, though. He *didn’t* want to want his sire.

Angelus looked into his boy’s confused, sad eyes. He saw something else there, too: just a hint of desire. It made him realize how long it had been since he’d been with his childe the way things had been before everything had gotten so difficult and complicated. He wanted that again. He leaned down and whispered in his childe's ear, "If I’m wrong, Will, if you’re not a mistake… Prove it."

William felt himself trembling and told himself it was just fear, caused by the realization that Angelus wanted to take him. He knew, somewhere deep down inside, however, that his reaction wasn’t caused by fear at all. "No," he said, not sure if he was arguing with himself or responding to his sire's challenge.

Angelus felt his childe begin to tremble. He smiled, knowing it was a reaction caused by lust and desire rather than panic. Will’s protest was a weak one and he knew the boy wouldn’t put up much of a fight. Not that he planned to do anything to hurt his childe. True, William had made a mess of things earlier that night, but he did seem to be genuinely sorry for it. And Angelus knew that at the moment, tenderness, as opposed to cruelty, would be more effective in dealing with Will. His boy was more sensitive than most vampires; Angelus had already noticed this difference. So perhaps if he gave the younger man the affection he obviously craved, his childe would be more obedient in the future.

He looked into Will’s eyes again and leaned in slowly for a kiss. It was a gentle and patient kiss, his tongue flicking out along his boy’s lower lip, trying to urge him to part his lips. He moved his arms around Will’s waist and pulled him closer. His childe made no attempt to resist and Angelus smiled against his mouth. He took the younger vampire’s lower lip between his teeth, tugging at it playfully.

William had braced himself for a bruising, demanding kiss. He was shocked when that wasn’t at all what he received. Angelus was almost … affectionate and gentle, as he kissed him. When his sire pulled him closer he couldn’t even try to fight. This was what he’d wanted, for so long, even though he’d tried to fight that desire. Now, he couldn’t remember why he’d tried to fight it. It felt so right, being in his sire’s arms like this. He felt safe and wanted. When Angelus bit his lower lip, he whimpered and felt a wave of desire surge through his body.

Angelus growled possessively in response to Will’s whimper. He thrust his tongue inside the boy’s mouth, savoring the taste of him. He felt his childe's erection pressing against his stomach through their clothes and pulled away. He looked down at Will's face and smiled at the unmistakeable desire he saw in those beautiful, blue eyes. It matched the undeniable need he felt for the other vampire.

William felt like he was drowning in the deep, brown eyes, so full of lust for him. He realized his hands were fisting Angelus’ shirt and forced himself to let go. He looked away from his sire’s gaze and trailed his hands down the silk shirt, smiling a little as he wondered if Angelus owned a shirt that wasn’t silk. He ran his hands down to the firm stomach and then back up again, over the muscular chest to the broad shoulders. He realized he wanted this, as much as his sire did. He couldn’t fight it, especially when Angelus seemed uninterested in making this about punishment. He slid his hands to the buttons of the older man's shirt and looked up at him questioningly.

Angelus managed, through an enormous effort of will power, to remain still as his childe ran his hands over his torso, so maddeningly slowly. He kept his arms around William’s waist, savoring the sensations, understanding that his boy was trying to work up the courage to admit to himself as well as his sire that he wanted this. He hoped, however, that Will would reach that point soon. Angelus was so hard it hurt and he couldn’t wait much longer to bury himself inside that tight body. When his childe's hands hovered over the buttons of his shirt and he looked up at Angelus, Angelus smiled slightly and nodded. He sighed with relief when Will unbuttoned his shirt, quickly, pushing it off his shoulders.

William ran his hands over Angelus’ chest, hesitantly. He circled the other vampires nipples lightly with his fingers and Angelus growled in response. This made Will get a little bolder. He began to kiss and lick his way across his sire's chest, smiling at the older vampire’s groans in response. He bit down lightly on a nipple and was pleased when Angelus gasped in surprise.

Angelus unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down, and then went to work on the buttons of William’s shirt. He was having some trouble getting his fingers to work, due to the attention his boy was paying to his sensitive nipples. He finally got his childe's shirt and pants off and pushed him back onto the bed.

Will fell onto his back on the bed. Only then did he realize he was completely nude, as was Angelus. He backed up along the bed and Angelus crawled up after him. Finally he was lying in the center of the bed. Angelus nudged his legs apart and then lowered himself on top of him. Will moaned at the feeling and gasped when Angelus thrust against him, causing their cocks to rub together.

Angelus kissed William possessively as he began to move against him. He continued to thrust as he kissed his way down his childe's jaw to his throat. He ran his tongue along the scar from where he’d turned him and smiled when Will whimpered in response. He bit down hard with his blunt teeth and heard his name whispered.

Will began to thrust against his sire, adding to the friction. His hands roamed over Angelus’ back and he began panting for breath. Angelus bit down on the skin over his jugular, and he shouted, "Angelus!"

Angelus pulled away, grinning when Will moaned in protest. He crawled over to the side of the bed, retrieving the lotion from the nightstand. He returned to his boy and moved his hands to his knees, pushing them up against his chest. "Hold them there," Angelus instructed. His childe obeyed, watching as Angelus poured lotion onto his fingers.

William groaned, shivering at the feeling of the cold substance, as his sire moved his fingers to his ass, sliding them down to his entrance. He bit his lip in anticipation of what was coming next but still cried out when a lubricated finger pushed into his tight hole. His muscles clamped down against the invasion and he threw his head back, panting for breath.

Angelus knew his childe was still subconsciously expecting the same pain that had come from their last encounter. That was why he was so tense. "Relax for me, Will," Angelus urged, as he began to stroke his childe from the inside with one finger. With his other hand, he touched the younger vampire's cock lightly.

William groaned and made a conscious effort to relax his muscles. He opened his eyes to look at his sire and relaxed further when he saw the look in Angelus’ eyes. He wasn’t angry anymore, he wasn’t going to hurt him.

"That’s it," Angelus smiled as he felt his childe relaxing around him. He withdrew his finger, adding more lotion to two of them. Before Will could tense up again he slid those fingers inside. He began to move them in and out, slowly, stretching and preparing him. His childe panted and moaned under his ministrations. After a few more thrusts, he sought out his boy’s prostate. When Will shuddered, Angelus knew he’d found it. He smiled and crooked his fingers again, letting his fingernails brush against it.

"Please, what?" Angelus asked, teasingly. He removed his fingers and chuckled when Will whimpered in disappointment. He pushed three lubricated fingers inside his boy, and was rewarded by a strangled moan. He located his childe's prostate again and made sure to rub it repeatedly. After a few more minutes, when he was sure his boy was as relaxed and open as he was going to get, he withdrew his fingers. He moved William’s legs over his shoulders and positioned his cock at his boy’s entrance.

He pushed inside Will’s passage, watching his boy's face as he did. He noticed the way his childe bit his lip to keep from crying out in discomfort. He stilled, to give Will the opportunity to adjust to the invasion, even though it took a large amount of willpower to do so.

William was surprised when Angelus showed consideration for his comfort and stopped. He hadn’t expected that patience. He took a few deep breaths, trying to force his body to relax again. After a moment, it didn't hurt as much. He looked into his sire's eyes. "Okay," he said with a nod.

Angelus pushed futher into his boy’s channel, groaning at the feeling of those muscles contracting around him. Finally he was completely inside. He leaned down to kiss his boy as he began to move inside him.

Will moaned and threaded his hands through his sire’s hair as he returned his kiss eagerly. He whimpered when his cock began to brush against the older vampire’s stomach. "Angelus, please," he gasped, tearing his mouth away. He started to move his hips in counterpoint to his sire’s thrusts. Angelus groaned and began to thrust deeper and faster into him.

Angelus moaned, as he moved faster. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, it felt too good to be inside his William. He heard his boy’s whimper and slid a hand in between them, stroking the younger vampire’s cock firmly.

Angelus growled and slipped into gameface as he felt his orgasm approaching. "Mine," he snarled and sank his fangs into William’s throat. The taste of his childe’s blood was all he needed to send him into climax. He moaned as he came and heard Will climax as well with a whimper, shooting his semen onto their stomachs.

He eventually rolled off his childe and onto his back, to keep from crushing him with his weight. He smiled when William curled against his side, lying his head on his chest. He slipped his arm around Will’s waist, holding him close, and within minutes they were both asleep.