One Fateful Night

Author: angelspike69

Rating: NC17

Summary: Angelus sees William at a party. He plans at first to disarm him with poetry and flowers, but the vampire discovers that the young poet has become much more than prey. He has become his obsession.

Spoilers: None. This takes place pre-series.

Disclaimers: In no way do I own any of the characters in this story, Joss does. I just like taking them out to place with each other.

Warnings: This fic contains m/m slash. If that bothers you, then I suggest you don’t read.

Author Note #1: This story was written for the Loving Angel Valentines’ Day Ficathon for zinnydark. Zinny, I hope I gave you what you wanted. She requested the following: Pairing Requested - Angelus/William; Personas Requested - Angelus a vamp, William a human... for the beginning, at least; Story Timeline - Past, and as within-cannon as possible, for what I want; Three things you would like in your fic - William being turned, Angelus as the seducer, roses; Two things you would prefer not to see - non-con, heavy BDSM; Tone - Darkly Romantic, if that makes any sense; Rating Preference - NC-17, but whatever works

Author Note #2: This is the first time I’ve attempted to write Angelus. I know he was an evil, sadistic killer, but I wanted to show a different side to him, while trying not to change the character. There was more to him than that. I tried to stay within canon as much as I could, but tweaked it to suit my purposes, in particular certain scenes from The Prodigal and Fool for Love. For me, Angelus sired William, not Dru.

Author Note #3: I have to send a huge shout out to my beta Lori, whose help was essential to me completing this fic. Besides editing the sections I sent to her and filling in some parts that were lacking, her research was what a made all the difference. I’d also thankjstabe,angelstart,pet_23,belleimani, and jinxwatcher for their praise and encouragement.

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~Part: 1~

Standing in a darkened corner of the elegant room, Angelus leisurely scanned the gathering looking for tonight’s victim. He loved mingling amongst the rich, conversing with them, all the while laughing at them - clueless pompous fools.

While chatting politely with one of the many simpering females in attendance tonight, he surveyed the room. His eyes stopped when he spotted him – there on the burgundy settee on the other side of the room -- a young man, head bent in concentration while he wrote in what looked like a journal. Angelus took in the light brown hair that curled on the ends – the hair long enough to wrap around his fingers. The young man paused, putting the end of the pen in his mouth, as if thinking. When he looked up with the pen still in his mouth, Angelus saw that the wire-framed glasses were perched precariously on the end of his aquiline nose. With his index finger, he pushed the thin frames back up to the bridge of his nose. He glanced around the room nervously, as if sensing that someone was watching him. Angelus inhaled an unneeded breath when the young man looked up.

The vampire was instantly struck by the man before him -- sharply pronounced cheekbones, ice-blue eyes and...something, something...Angelus sniffed the air again -- there it was…yes, innocence. As the young gentleman turned his attention back to his journal, Angelus smiled wickedly. He knew he'd found what he had been looking for -- not a victim, but prey.

Keeping his attention on the man across the room Angelus absently made his excuses to the girl hanging on his arm and sauntered across the room. He had to get a closer look. Smiling politely at the females trying to get his attention, he brushed them off and continued across the room never taking his eyes off of his target.

Casually stepping up to the group that was congregated near the young man, Angelus easily joined in the conversation. Keeping an ear on the chatter around him, he surreptitiously kept an eye on his target. Now that he was close, he could really see the man’s beauty. If he had a breath, he was sure the sight of this boy would have taken it away. He looked up again and Angelus quickly averted his gaze, turning his attention back to the group. Glancing out the corner of his eye, he saw that the boy had gone back to his scribbling. He was curious as to what the callow wordsmith was writing so diligently, but he didn’t want to make his presence known to the boy just yet. There was no fun in that, and he liked to have his fun.

He was hoping that someone would engage the man in conversation, but everyone was ignoring him. His target was close enough to hear the dialogue, but he didn’t seem to have any interest in joining. The others didn’t seem interested in engaging the young man in their tedious conversation either. He was about to say something, when he saw a dark-haired man approach the figure on the couch.

“William, what are you doing? Are you writing in that silly journal of yours again?”

“Go away Percy. It’s none of your affair.” William turned his back, trying to ignore the man standing there. “Just leave me be.”

Angelus watched as Percy laughed, reaching down to grab the journal. William tried to stop him, but wasn’t quick enough. He looked up when Percy started flipping through the pages of the journal, skimming the passages he wrote. The others turned towards Percy, interested in what he was reading.

“Why our William fancies himself a poet.” Percy shared with the group.

“Please, give it back to me Percy.” William reached up futilely, trying to grab to journal. Percy held it up just out of his reach.

“Come on Percy, share with us,” one of the men in the group asked.

“Okay, let’s see if I can find a good one.” Percy said as he thumbed through the pages. “Here we go…”

The group was snickering as Percy read the words. Angelus watched the young man as he turned red in embarrassment. By the time the poem was read, the group was laughing uproariously. William stood and grabbed the book from Percy.

Angelus saw the humiliation etched on the young man’s face; he also felt the anger radiating off the lean body. The vampire stood there watching the exchange and wondering how the boy would handle the situation.

“Really William, that was quite….” One of the women paused to think up a word, “…dreadful.”

With the book back in his possession, Angelus watched as William walked away with his head hung low. Not paying attention, he kept bumping into the other guests as he strode out of the room.

The group tittered amongst themselves discussing William and his appalling attempts at writing poetry. Angelus took his leave from the fools and followed William. When he entered the foyer, he saw the boy walking out of the house.

Grabbing his coat, he followed the embarrassed man. Once outside, Angelus walked to the street and paused looking left, then right. There he is. Angelus he turned in the direction William was walking. He caught up to him quickly, but made sure to keep enough of a distance so as to not be found out. As he followed, he watched him. William paused every now and then, looking behind him but seeing nothing, he’d continue on his way.

As Angelus continued to shadow William, he smiled as he took him in. The young man was of medium height. Like the front, his hair in the back curled on the ends, just long enough to reach the top of his collar. Angelus moved his eyes downward, taking in the lean hips and the roundness of his ass. The vampire licked his lips in anticipation. This one won’t be a quick hunt and feed. No, not at all. He found himself intrigued enough with the young man to want to draw it out. It had to be the innocence he had scented earlier -- he could never resist that. Getting the innocent ones to succumb was what he enjoyed most. He loved the prim and proper ones. Passion resided in the most inhibited human. In his 100 plus years as a vampire, he’d discovered that it was the demure ones that were the most wicked of all. They just needed assistance in bringing out their lust. A plan started forming his mind – a ripe and delicious plan for the seduction of William.

Angelus stopped when he noticed William had turned toward a house. The door opened and an older woman greeted William with a smile.

“Mother…” he greeted the older woman, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he entered the house.

Noting the address, Angelus turned around and disappeared into the night. He found a flower seller still at work. Grabbing the woman, he stopped her scream with his large hand and drained her. Propping her against the small cart, he helped himself to a bunch of fresh daffodils, and then he returned to his own empty house.

Darla and Drusilla had not yet returned from their card party, so he sat at the desk in the study and wrote quickly on a piece of fine velum paper. Just before dawn, he left the house and hailed a young boy waiting outside a pub. He gave him money with instructions to deliver it to William's house and promised him another penny if he returned quickly. Angelus hid in a doorway, glancing at the sky. He saw the boy running in the distance and stepped back out onto the street. He thought about feeding from the child, but decided against it. He was probably waiting for his pa to stagger out of the tavern so he could help him home.

The young boy returned shortly, "I left it at the door, sir, like you said. I pressed the bell then ran away. I don't know if anyone opened the door."

Angelus gave him the promised penny and walked quickly to reach his house before dawn broke.

William heard the knock on the door and went to see who was calling at this time of the night. It was quite late for visiting, not that anyone ever called on him.

He opened the door and saw that no one was there. Stepping out onto the porch, he stared into the darkness. Seeing no one, he shrugged his shoulders and turned to go back inside. As he did, he tripped over something lying just outside the door and had to grab the doorframe to catch his balance. Looking down, he saw an envelope and a bouquet of daffodils. Bending down, he picked up both items and looked once more towards the street before closing the door.

Thinking they were for his mother, he laid them on the dark cherry table in the entryway. As he placed them on the tabletop, he saw his name elegantly written on the envelope, not his mother’s.

With confusion marring his brow, William picked the items up again and carried them into the sitting room. Wondering who could have sent them, William sat down. Looking at the flowers, he immediately thought of the verse from one of his favorite poets, William Wordsworth.

He softly caressed the petals of the bright yellow flower, wondering if the sender knew the verse and if that were the reason for selecting it. If not for his name on the envelope, he would have thought they were delivered to the wrong person. He never received anything. Besides, who sends flowers to a man? William continued to run his fingers along the petals. Laying the flowers next to him, he picked up the envelope. He didn’t recognize the handwriting. No one he knew had that elegant way of writing. The letters of his name flowed across the paper.

When he turned it over, he noticed the wax seal. Moving it closer to the candle on the table, he saw what it was – a griffin with the letter “A” in its talons. What a strange seal. He’d never seen it before. With curiosity boiling over, he slid his fingers under the flap and broke the seal. William pulled the note out and laid it in his lap while he put his glasses on.

While elegant, there was nothing frilly or feminine about the handwriting. It was strong and sure. As he read the note, he was shocked to realize that it was from someone that had attended the same party as he had earlier tonight. Remembering what happened and his mortification at the hands of Percy and his friends, he was almost afraid to finish the note, but he continued reading.

William read and reread the pages. He recognized the poem immediately; another written by William Wordsworth. The title of the work was “She was a Phantom of Delight.” Knowing the poem so well, he wondered at the changing of the “she’s” to “he’s”.

Did some woman who took notice of him tonight send it? That is highly unlikely – women don’t take notice of me. I bet it was Percy or one of his group having a spot of fun with me again.

But the more he read it, the more he didn’t think so. He couldn’t see Percy or one of his group doing something like this.

Curiosity fully piqued now, William ran through the events of the evening, hoping to remember something. He didn’t talk to anyone tonight, not that he ever did. He only went to these things because his mother wanted him too. She was so hoping that he’d meet a nice girl to settle down with. If only mother knew. He always sat by himself in a corner somewhere, writing, since o one ever bothered with him.

One thing he did remember – he had the distinct feeling he was being watched tonight, but whenever he looked around, he didn’t see anyone. Then on the way home, he had a feeling that he was being followed, but again when he would turn around, no one would be there. William laughed nervously as he thought that maybe he was being stalked by a phantom.

While trying to remember anything from tonight, William yawned. Getting up, he went to the kitchen and put some water in a vase for the flowers. Continuing upstairs, he checked on his mother before going into his bedroom. He placed the vase and the note on the table next to his bed.

After changing into his nightshirt, William climbed into bed, blowing out the candle. He lay there for long time thinking about the note and the poem, wishing he knew who this person was. He puzzled over the identity of his admirer until he fell asleep.

~Part: 2~

The following evening, Angelus, this time accompanied by Darla, attended another house party but he was disappointed. William was not in attendance. Looking across the room, he saw that Darla was at the center of a large group, so he left and walked quickly to William's house. The home was in total darkness. The vampire strolled around the corner to the back garden. Looking up, he saw that a flickering candle lit an upstairs window. He quietly jumped to the top of a nearby shed to get a better view. William was sitting at desk writing. He had pulled his shirt out of his breeches and Angelus could see the outline of his form through the thin material; the slender body that he wanted to own. He ached to tangle his fingers in the tussled curls that lay on the poet’s sleek white neck glowing in the candlelight. Once William’s tongue flicked out as he put the pen to his mouth thinking. Angelus felt himself harden at the thought of William’s soft mouth on his cock. The boy moved in his chair and the shirt slipped from his shoulder. The skin blushed in the flickering light from the candle and he imagined that beautiful body beneath him in the throes of passion. Hearing a noise, the vampire silently jumped from his perch and returned to the street.

Checking his pocket watch in the dim glow of the gas street lamp, he hurriedly walked back to the house they had taken. In the hallway was a vase of fresh flowers. Darla insisted on a fresh bouquet daily to mask the stench of the city. He plucked a few hyacinths from the container and again wrote a note to William. This time he took the note and the flowers and laid them on the doorstep of the darkened house. He rang the bell and ran quietly away. He smirked feeling like a child playing a silly game. The vampire hurried back to the party. Darla would be sure to notice if he were gone too long.
 

Hearing the bell, William put his pen down and went to answer the door. But like the previous night, no one was there. He looked out to the street, but didn’t see a soul. Looking down, he saw the blue flowers and another envelope. Picking them up, he closed the door and returned to his room.

Putting the pretty blue flowers in the same vase that held the daffodils, William got undressed, put on his nightshirt, and climbed into bed, gazing at the envelope in his hands. His name was written in the same elegant handwriting as the one he received last night. Turning it over, he saw that the wax seal was the same. Opening it up, he read…

There it was again, just the signing of the initial, no name whatsoever. He had to meet this person, who seemed to have a love for poetry as he did. How he loved this poem by Shelley. He knew of the party this stranger was talking about. The Harrison’s had invited him at his mother’s request, but he didn’t go. He was afraid of meeting up with Percy again and being the subject to his cruelty. Percy or no, he vowed to himself that he would accept the next invitation that he received, just to have the chance to meet this person. With that decided, William fell asleep.

Weeks went by, and William attended every party he was invited to with little success. No one approached him, except for Percy or one of his cohorts to tease and ridicule him. But as with the first night, there was always a knock at the door. When he’d answer, no one would be there, but there would always be some sort of flower and a note with a poem. He was getting frustrated, wanting desperately to meet this person.

Who could it be? It can’t be Percy or any of his buffoons. They are not intelligent enough for this intrigue. I doubt they’d know of these poems. I know of no woman who would reveal herself like this. Could it be a married woman? One of mother’s friends? No, they are old. One of their daughters perhaps? Someone caught in a loveless marriage? Why the mystery? Why will they not meet me? I cannot respond. I cannot thank them for their encouragement, for their gifts. I cannot tell them how much their words and tokens mean to me.

William had just returned home from the latest party. He had gone straight upstairs to check on his mother and turn in for the night. Hurrying, he didn’t see the stranger hiding in the shadows. Angelus waited patiently, wondering how his latest gift would be received. He didn’t have to wait long. He heard the delivery boy approach before he saw him. The boy walked up to the house and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened and he saw William.

“I have a delivery for William,” the young boy said as he handed an envelope with a white rose attached. Before the boy could leave, William questioned him about the person who sent the note and flowers, but he either couldn’t or wouldn’t give him an answer.

Frustrated, yet excited, he took the proffered items. He reached into his pocket and handed the boy a few coins. William stood there after the boy left, looking at the items in his possession. Angelus smiled from his hiding place in the shadows. He could feel William’s frustration and excitement. Soon my boy…soon… Closing the door, William walked over the swing at the end of the porch and sat down.

Angelus watched as William caressed the soft, velvet-like petal between his thumb and forefinger. Sighing, he laid the rose next to him on the swing and picked up the envelope. Turning it over, he saw the wax seal. It was the same that had been on the others he received the last couple of weeks. With a grin, he excitedly slit the wax and opened another mysterious note and poem.

After reading the latest missive a few times, Angelus watched as William stood up and went into the house. The boy left the door open, so he heard him telling his mother that he was going out for a walk and wouldn’t be long. William came back out with his coat on. Angelus noticed, with a grin, that William still had the note and flower with him as he walked down the steps and walked out into the foggy night.

Angelus left his perch and followed. As he walked behind William, he saw that he kept smelling the rose. They walked a couple of blocks then William crossed the street and entered the park. Walking over to a bench, he sat down. He was bathed in the glow of the gas lamp that loomed above him.

Angelus approached the young man quietly; William never heard the stranger approach.

“Good evening,” Angelus said as he approached the bench. He saw William jump at his greeting.

“Hello,” William answered tentatively.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m just not used to seeing people about in the park at night,” Angelus sat down next to the startled man.

“Oh no, that’s fine. I like coming out here to think - it’s so quiet.”

“Oh, well if you’d rather be alone,” Angelus rose as to leave, “I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, that’s okay. Stay…please,” William stammered.

Angelus looked at the flower he was holding, “My, what a beautiful rose. Did you get it from an admirer?”

“What? Oh, thank you. I don’t know whom it’s from. It was just delivered tonight with a note.”

“Well who ever sent it has an eye for beauty,” Angelus reached out, “May I?”

Angelus made sure to graze William’s hand as he was handed the flower. William drew his hand back quickly at the touch.

“Beautiful…just beautiful…and the fragrance…” Angelus handed the flower back to the other man.

“I’m sorry, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Angelus Sullivan.” He held out his hand. William reached for the offered hand.

“My name is William…William Montgomery.” Angelus smiled as they shook hands.

“Well William, what brings you out on a beautiful night like this? On your way to woo some young lady?”

“What? Oh no.”

“Now I find that hard to believe. I’m sure all the young ladies are clamoring for your attention,” God, how I love this part.

“No…they don’t. They all think I’m strange,” William looked down in his lap, fingering the flower that lay there.

“Now why would they think that? You’re a nice looking fellow…some would even say beautiful, with that pale skin, your defined cheekbones and vivid blue eyes of yours.”

William looked up, surprised, “Beautiful…I wouldn’t go so far as that. I’d say I’m rather plain. They all find me quite bookish. You see, I like to write.”

“You do?” Angelus asked. “What do you write, stories of adventure?”

William smiled, “No, nothing like that. I write poetry… or at least I try and write poetry. I’m not very good at it I’m afraid,” William fingered the journal that was sitting in his lap.

Angelus looked down and noticed that William had brought his journal with him. “I’ve always been envious of those who could write their emotions with words. I’ve never had a knack for it. I’m more of an artist myself.”

“You draw? What do you draw? Landscapes….”

“Yes, I do some of that, but I prefer doing portraits. My father hated that. Didn’t think being an artist was a proper vocation for his son.”

“So what happened?”

“We had a terrible fight and I left his house. He died soon after, in fact my whole family died. Something terrible swept through our town and killed just about everyone. I packed up and left. I’ve never gone back.”

“I’m sorry. How long ago was that?”

“A life time ago.”

“I lost my father when I was a young boy. It’s just mother and I now. I worry about her. She’s been sickly for quite awhile.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that, but it’s good that she has such a devoted son to look after her.”

“I try and do my best for her.”

“Do you share your poetry with her?”

William brightened, “Yes, she loves hearing it…says she can’t get enough of it.”

Angelus smiled, “Would you please share a few of your poems with me? I’d love to hear some of it.”

“Really? They are not that good, just scribbles.”

“I’m sure they are wonderful. Please…”

William smiled, opened up his journal and read from the pages. Angelus smiled at the look of pride on William’s face, so happy to have someone, other than his mother, interested in his words. They sat there, William reading and Angelus listening, praising the words that he wrote. Angelus saw the boy preen at his encouragement and admiration.

When William finished, he looked up at Angelus shyly. The vampire smiled at the boy and spoke softly. “You do have a way with words William. I thoroughly enjoyed it and am grateful that you shared them with me.”

William blushed at the words. Angelus reached up and traced his finger along one cheekbone tenderly. William closed his eyes at the touch missing the grin that flitted across Angelus’ face at his reaction. This lad likes to be touched…he is just craving attention…notice. Well my boy, you have been noticed. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw that Angelus was staring at him. “You are a beautiful one, William. Just so beautiful….”

William pulled back at his words, “Angelus?”

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. It’s the artist in me. You’ll have to let me draw you sometime.”

“No you didn’t embarrass me…I’m just surprised is all. Never thought of myself as good looking, let alone beautiful.”

“Why? Has no one told you how truly beautiful you are? I find that hard to believe.”

At a loss for words, William pulled his pocket watch out to check the time, “Oh dear, I didn’t realize it was so late. I must get home. I told mother I wouldn’t be gone long. She worries about me so.”

“That’s okay William. Would you mind if I walked back with you. I’ve enjoyed your company tonight.”

“No, I don’t mind,” The two men stood and strolled out of the park.

“William, I was serious about what I said. I would really love the opportunity to draw you.”

“Well…I…don’t…know…” he stammered.

“I’m pretty new in town and you are the only one I know. You are a kindred soul. I’ve not met anyone else who appreciates literature and art. I would like to get to know you better. I think we could become good friends, if you are interested that is.”

“I’d like that. I don’t have many friends.”

After what he saw at the party, Angelus was sure that William had no real friends to speak of. This was going just perfectly. But then again, I did plan it.

“Well, then I’d like to be your friend. Are you available tomorrow night? Perhaps we might have dinner. I know of a small inn where we would have a chance to talk; get to know each other,” Angel smiled, reeling the innocent in slowly.

William thought for a minute, “I’d really like that. I’m glad I decided to go for a walk tonight. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

They reached the door to William’s house. He opened the door and turned around to say good night to his new friend. Angelus took his hand to shake it. While doing so, he rubbed his thumb over the soft pale skin, “Until tomorrow night then William. Shall I call for you around seven?”

“That’s fine. I’ll see you then. Good night Angelus.” William pulled his trembling hand from his new friend’s grip.

Angelus smiled at his reaction, “Good night William. Perhaps you will share with me the note that came with the flower. I’d be very interested in knowing who else appreciates your intelligence and beauty.” Angelus stood there as William entered the house and shut the door. Grinning evilly, he turned around and whistled as he walked down the steps. He knew that William was peeking out of the window by the door, watching him leave.

~Part: 3~
 

William watched through the window as his new friend walked away whistling. He wished that it were tomorrow already. Realizing that Angelus was no longer in sight, he turned from the window and walked into the kitchen. He rummaged through the cabinets until his found one of his mother’s crystal bud vases. Filling it with water, he lovingly put in the luminescent rose.

He stood there, gazing at his newest gift, still wondering who sent it. Well I guess they will make themselves known when they are ready. Right now I’ll just enjoy it.

Walking upstairs, with his latest gift, he popped his head into his mother’s room to make sure she was resting comfortably. Seeing that she was, he continued into his room. He felt bad for staying out so late, but he’d make it up to her, not that she would complain about it. She was always prodding him to go out and enjoy himself. Whenever he returned from one of the parties, she would always ask if he had a good time. He didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. She worried about him being alone when she finally passed. He knew she was hoping he’d find a nice girl to marry. How could he tell her that none of the ladies were interested in him, that all he did at these parties was sit by himself and write. She’d be so disappointed. So instead he’d lie to her and tell her about who was there and all the fun he had. He hated lying to her, but he wanted her happy.

Continuing into his room, he placed the vase and the note on the table next to his bed. The other notes were stacked there also. He saw that the previous flower he received was dead, so he removed it from the vase and placed it between the pages of the book also lying on the table. The pages were filled with the other flowers he had received. He just couldn’t throw them out. They were precious gifts, proof, at least to him, that someone was interested in him.

As he made his way around the room, he had no idea that the same person he couldn’t stop wondering about was watching him, hidden in the evening shadows.
 

Angelus continued walking until he was sure that his new friend could no longer see him. Waiting a few minutes, he backtracked, and entered the garden on the side of the house. Like before, he jumped up on the nearby shed and looked into William’s window. He had the perfect vantage point to watch him. He was wandering around his room, slowly undressing.

With his keen eyesight, he had no problems seeing in the dark. One of the many advantages of being a vampire. He stared as William stood in front of the big French doors. Angelus wasn’t worried about being seen, so he enjoyed the sight before him.

William opened the doors and stepped out onto the balcony, making quick work of his tie and the buttons on his shirt.

That’s it my boy…give Angelus a peek at what you are hiding under there. Angelus knew the lad was lean, but was surprised to see how muscular he was. His clothing doesn’t do him justice. He was very pleased at what he saw and grinned, imagining all the things he wanted to do with that body.

The vampire watched, mesmerized, as William leaned against the railing, raising his arms over his head, stretching. It was as if the boy was trying to pluck the stars from the night sky. He let his eyes travel down the body on display before him. He inhaled an unneeded breath as he saw the pale skin stretched over the sinewy muscles. The boy was a sight to behold.

William shivered in the cool night air. Angelus was disappointed when he turned around and walked back into his room, closing the doors. Needing…wanting a closer look, he jumped off the shed and landed quietly onto the moist lawn. Walking over to the house, he climbed the trellis and vaulted himself over the railing quietly.

Making sure he stayed in the shadows, he watched as William wandered around the room again. The shirt was removed now. Angelus watched as the muscles of William’s back moved as he reached for something on the top shelf of the closet. Absently, he brought his large hand down and started massaging his hardening cock.

Unmindful of the reaction he was causing, William undid the buttons on his trousers, and slowly removed them. Angelus watched eagerly, almost panting in anticipation. It had been so long since one this beautiful had caught his eye and captured his attention. Sure there was Penn, but he couldn’t hold a candle to his new boy – no one could./

He continued to watch as William finished undressing. When he turned around, Angelus got a wonderful view of his ass – tight and firm, as he had expected. It was perfect. As he imagined what he wanted to do to that ass, his hand crept into his trousers. He started stroking himself. He imagined himself fucking William while he was bent over a chair. Then he imagined William straddling him, fucking himself on his cock. That thought just made him harder, and he sped up his strokes. It wasn’t long before he climaxed into his hand with a muffled cry.

Coming down from the orgasmic high, he tucked himself back into his trousers. Peering into the room one last time, he saw that his boy was already dressed and climbing into bed. As the candle was blown out, Angelus leapt off the balcony and strolled out into the night. He was famished. He drained the first person he came across, tossing him carelessly into an alley when he was through with him. It’s time to pick up the pace. I have to have him, but I want the boy to come to me willingly, Angelus thought as he hunted down his next victim.

William sat with his mother while he waited for the arrival of his new friend. He told her all he knew about Angelus. In fact, that was all he talked about since he woke up this morning. His mother told him that she was happy to see him so enthused and that she couldn’t wait to meet his new friend.

As he was about to check the time again, he heard the quick knock on the door. Jumping up excitedly, he hurried to the door. He flung the door open, relieved to see Angelus standing there.

“Good evening William,” he smiled at the excited man standing in front of him, pleased with his exuberance.

“Good evening, Angelus. If we have time, I’d like you to come in and meet my mother. She’s curious about the man I’ve been talking about all day.”

“We have plenty of time, and I’d be honored to meet the woman who bore this beautiful creature before me.” Angelus entered, passing the blushing man.

Turning, he waited for William to close the door. He saw that he was still a nice shade of red. “I have to say, my friend, you are even more beautiful when you’re blushing, if that’s possible.”

William turned a deeper shade of red at Angelus’ words. He stumbled for words, whispering “Thank you,” before leading him into the sitting room.

They approached the sickly woman on the couch. “Mother, I’d like you to meet Angelus…Angelus, this is my mother Ann Montgomery..”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Montgomery,” he greeted the older woman as he took her hand and brought it up to his lips.

“Oh, you are a charmer, Mr. Sullivan. With that angelic face of yours, I’m sure you have all the ladies vying for your attention.”

“Not that I encourage them, you understand. It can be quite bothersome.”

“Why’s that? I’m sure you enjoy all the attention.”

“It’s just that I have my eye on someone else already.”

“You do, please tell. Maybe I know her and can help you in your pursuit.”

“I’d rather wait, if you don’t mind. I’d like to see if they return the interest.” Angelus’ eyes wandered over to William.

“I understand.” Ann replied missing the look he bestowed on her son.

The three of them chatted a bit longer until Angelus rose, “As delightful as this has been, I’m afraid we must be going. It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Montgomery.”

“I’ll have William invite you around for supper soon.”

Bidding her goodbye, Angelus waited while his companion kissed her on the cheek, then they left.

Outside, William saw the waiting carriage. The driver hopped down from his perch and opened the door for the two men. Angelus let William climb in first, and then he followed. Once they were comfortably seated, the carriage rolled away down the street.

“So where are we going tonight, Angelus?”

“There is a nice little place I found on the outskirts of the city. It’s small, very quiet…but if you’d prefer somewhere else…”

“No, it sounds wonderful. Most of the places in the city are so crowded and noisy.”

“I know, that’s why I selected this place. It will give us a chance to talk and become better acquainted.”

“I’d like that, thank you.” In the dim light of the carriage, Angelus could see the big smile on the beautiful face across from him…the face he was aching to touch and caress.

“Did you receive anything new from your mystery admirer today?” He already knew the answer, but wanted to see how William would respond.

“No, not today.” Angelus could hear the disappointment in the boy’s voice and was pleased.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll receive something soon.”

“You think so? I just wish I knew who it was. I can’t even thank them.”

“I’m sure they know. They’ll reveal themselves when they are ready. You just have to be patient.”

“Well, I hope it’s soon.”

Angelus laughed at his impatience, making a mental note to send something tomorrow. “Do you have any idea who it is?”

“No, I don’t. That’s what is frustrating me. I don’t recognize the seal and neither does mother.” William continued, telling Angelus about the strange seal and how all the notes were signed with just the letter “A”.

“If it’s not too personal, would you share with me the contents of the notes? Maybe then we can put our heads together and figure it out together.”

As William was about to tell him, the carriage started slowing down, and soon stopped completely. “We must be here. We continue this once we get inside.”

William agreed and they both exited the carriage. He waited while Angelus spoke to the driver, and then followed him into the inn. Finding it practically empty, Angelus led William over to a secluded table in the back. When they were seated, a buxom barmaid came over. Ignoring William, she gave all her attention to Angelus. He saw William try to look anywhere but at the couple in front of him; picking up on his discomfort. Easing the barmaid from his arms, he asked William what he wanted to drink. He told the woman what they wanted and that they’d be ordering dinner later. She stormed off. Already forgotten, Angelus asked William about the notes again.

William told him all about the night he received the first note, even his humiliation at the hands of Percy. Angelus listened as if he were hearing the story for the first time, growing appropriately angry on William’s behalf. He quoted word for word the first note, even telling him about the verse from the same poet that came to his mind about the daffodils that accompanied the note.

He explained that he didn’t go to the next party, afraid of being confronted by Percy and his friends again. After reading the second note, he told Angelus that he was determined to attend every party after that, regardless of Percy, as he so wanted to meet this mystery person. He went on to reveal everything about all the other notes he received the last couple of weeks and the poems that were included.

When he finished, Angelus leaned back in his chair. “Well, I’d say this person is very taken with you William.”

“They why are they waiting to reveal themselves to me?” William questioned.

“Maybe they are worried that when you meet, you won’t like them or welcome their attention.”

“They won’t know unless they step forward, now will they? It’s not like I can seek them out. I’ve even questioned the delivery boys when they’ve been delivered. Most times, they are just dropped off with a knock on the door or a ring of the bell.” William was flushed with frustration. “How do I know it’s not someone just playing a wicked game with me?”

Wanting to calm the boy down, Angelus said, “By what you told me, I don’t think anyone playing a game or a joke would go to the lengths they have in getting your attention. Just give them time, William. Besides, if it’s someone playing a game, then they’ll have to deal with me!”

He saw William relax and be soothed by his words. “Would you really do something on my behalf? Why? We are so newly met.”

“I feel we are connected William. I picked up on that when I first saw you in the park. It’s like I was drawn to you for some reason. Maybe it was fate. Who knows? I’ve learned not to question things like that. I embrace what ever happens.”

“Connected how?” William asked, clearly confused.

“We are both artists – you a poet – an artist with words. Me…I’m an artist with my hands. Two different mediums, but both art still the same. We reveal bits of ourselves in what we create. I think that’s what drew me to you last night. I could feel the artistry in you calling out to me.”

William sat there, with a look on his face that could only be described as awe.

“I see that you aren’t quite understanding what I’m saying.” William nodded and Angelus continued, “I’ll illustrate further with John Keats…”

“Oh I love Keats. He’s one of my favorite poets.” William interrupted enthusiastically.

“As you know, he had a tragic life – dead at 25 of consumption. But did you know of his friend Joseph Severn?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“He was a painter and a very close friend of Keats. In fact he did several sketches and paintings of his dear friend. When Keats got sick, Severn took care of him until he died.”

“I knew the tragedy of Keats’ early death. What became of Severn?”

“He received a scholarship from the Royal Academy and traveled, studying painting. He married and lived in Rome, but went back to England for his children’s education. Eventually he became the British consul in Rome. Since he had arranged the burial for Keats, he purchased a plot for himself in the Protestant cemetery in Rome. He is buried next to his friend. Shelley is buried there as well. I’ve been to the gravesites. It is a very peaceful place. He did a beautiful illustration of the spectre ship for Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I have a copy of it in my sketchbook.”

Angelus continued, “So you see, we could be like them. When Keats was well, they strolled about the city. They watched the street artists. They visited galleries in Rome and often sat together; Keats writing and Severn sketching. He cared for the poet when he was sick, never left his side. Keats trusted him completely and knew he would have been lost without his good friend. That is true friendship. It is rare and it is the kind of friendship I have always wanted but have not found.” Angelus paused, letting all he said resonate with William. The boy had been mesmerized as he spoke. It was obvious that he had never had anyone to converse with about art or poetry; had never had a close friend.

“Angelus you are so well read and well traveled. I have never been out of London. Not one of my acquaintances has any interest in the fine arts. Music halls and dancing girls are what interest Percy and his group. Please, if you don’t mind, what do you know about Charles Baudelaire? I know his Les Fleurs du mal was quite controversial. I’ve only read a few of his poems.”

“Baudelaire was a rather dark poet. He was often under the influence of spirits and opium, much like Coleridge. His poem Le Vampyre caused a stir. He insisted that he had met a real vampire who seduced him.”

“A vampire! Aren’t they demons, evil and ugly if they are real at all?” The young man was clearly shocked.

Angelus had to smile. “No William, apparently some of them are quite beautiful, both male and female.” Not wanting to go further with this just yet, Angelus changed the subject. “Have you been to the National Portrait Gallery?”

“I’ve been only once.”

“We’ll have to go together. I know someone who will let us in after hours. I go to sketch. Do you know Cezanne?”

“The Impressionist painter? Did he not exhibit at the Salon de Paris in 1874?”

Angelus was a bit surprised. He didn’t expect William to be that aware of Impressionism. He nodded. “Yes he did have paintings accepted after years of failure. His father was a wealthy banker and did not want his son to be an artist, much like my father. His early paintings reveal his anger and rather violent obsessions. He painted The Abduction in 1867. It is dark and provocative. It is believed to be the scene of a vampire draining another man. Both are nude. Camille Pisarro introduced him to the brighter impressionist style. He is much more in tune with them now.” Concerned that he may be overwhelming the boy, Angelus decided to order dinner. “William, we’ve had quite a bit to drink. We should have dinner. Do you prefer fish or meat?”

William blushed. “Angelus, I’ve not had much experience with fish. I think I’ll just have capon or veal.”

“This place has an excellent veal pie baked with potatoes and carrots. How is that?”

“That sounds perfect.”

“They have a very good apple tart or lemon cream for dessert.” The vampire could almost smell the boy salivating.

William sat there in the tavern, The Flask, wondrous at his good fortune in meeting someone so intelligent, so interesting. “I wish I had your life…I would love to see the places you have seen, experience what you’ve experienced.

“Why wish for it William. Just do it. In fact why not come with me…”

“I’d really like to, but I could never leave mother while she’s so sick. I’ve often wanted to take her to Bath, hoping that soaking in the mineral waters would help her condition, but she has never been well enough to make the journey.”

“William, you are truly a devoted son. I’m not talking about packing up and leaving tomorrow. I have some personal business that prevents me from leaving just yet, but when that’s taken care of, we’ll discuss it further.”

“This personal business you speak of – does it have to do with the person you mentioned earlier tonight?”

“Yes it does. I don’t see it taking as long as I thought it would. Excellent progress is being made, I think, which greatly pleases me.”

“So tell me more about your travels.”

Angelus regaled him about his time in Paris. He had met Cezanne and his friend, the author Emile Zola, whose novel L’Assommoir (The Drunkard) made him the best known writer in France when it was published in 1877. Like Angelus, Cezanne was a disappointment to his parents. His mother wanted him to be a lawyer, but he failed the exams.

“Zola! You met Emile Zola! Angelus you are a fortunate man. I have never met anyone of any importance.” William gushed. “I mean, umm, not that you’re not important.” The poor lad was flustered and blushed furiously.

Angelus smiled and couldn’t resist reaching over and laying his hand on top of William’s. “Don’t worry William. I am not famous. I was impressed meeting them too. I must tell you about another painting that reminds me a bit of you. It’s Renoir’s Boy with a Cat. The boy is nude and the cat cuddles next to neck. His body is slender like yours. His hair has the same soft curl, only his is slightly darker. I have copied the painting into my sketchbook. Perhaps someday you’ll let me draw you. I am fascinated with the sensuousness of the human form.”

Before both men realized it, they had finished their meals, and they were the only ones left. Realizing the time, they stood and put on their coats. Angelus paid for their dinner and they walked out to the waiting carriage. They chatted all during the ride back to William’s house.

Arriving at the house, Angelus walked William to the door. “I had a very nice time tonight William. By any chance, are you available tomorrow night?”

“I had a good time too. Unless mother wants to do something, I have no plans.”

“Good, good…”

“Would you like to come in for a brandy?” William asked shyly.

“Why so shy all of a sudden? I’d be delighted.”

They entered the house and Angelus got comfortable on the settee while William poured the drinks. Handing one to Angelus, William set his on the nearby table. “I just need to check on mother. I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time. I admire your concern for your mother.”

When William disappeared, Angelus rose from the settee. Reaching into the pocket of his coat, he withdrew the vial of laudanum. Pouring the liquid into William’s drink, he swirled the snifter to mix the contents. This should relax my young poet. My caresses will only be vivid dreams remembered, perhaps tormenting him in the morning. Although Angelus smirked at his plan to seduce William, he had tender thoughts about the young poet that he had not expected.

~Part: 4~
 

William appeared just as Angelus was sitting back down. “How’s your mother?”

“She’s fine. Thank you for asking. As it turns out, she has some friends coming over tomorrow night. So I’m free. What did you have in mind?”

“That’s a surprise my dear boy. You’ll just have to wait.”

William picked up his glass and both men drank in comfortable silence. Angelus kept an eye on William to watch for the affects of the laudanum he slipped in his drink. They chatted for a few minutes, but Angelus could see that the alcohol the younger man had consumed was making the drug work quicker.

Seeing William’s face flush a deeper pink, Angelus knew he was succumbing to the drug. He called to William several times before he got his attention. “Are you not feeling well William?”

“I’m fine I think. I’m feeling a bit…dizzy.”

Why don’t you go up to bed; I’ll see my way out. I’ll call for you at six tomorrow evening.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I was fine a few minutes ago. Maybe it was the drinks at dinner and the brandy. I’m not used to drinking, I’m afraid. I’m sorry Angelus…”

“That’s probably it. Don’t worry about it.” Walking over to the drugged boy, Angelus helped him to stand. William swayed when Angelus pulled him up and he bumped into him. William grabbed the lapels of Angelus’ jacket to keep from falling back onto the chair.

William looked up at the man before him and swallowed. Angelus could see the pulse quicken at his neck.

“What is it William? What has caught your attention?”

“You Angelus…You say I’m beautiful, but you have the face of an angel…” William reached up to touch the handsome face. Angelus closed his eyes in anticipation of the soft touch. William stepped back and apologized.

“No need to apologize, my sweet boy. It’s nice to hear. Now upstairs with you, or do you need help?”

“I’m fine. I’m feeling sleepy all of a sudden, but thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow night then?”

“Aye William,” he replied, then in a quieter voice so William couldn’t hear, “Much sooner than you think my boy…much sooner than you think.”

After leaving the house, Angelus walked around to the side and climbed the trellis to the balcony off William’s room. He stood there and watched as William clumsily removed his clothes. He was moving slowly, but soon was undressed and in bed. Angelus waited patiently for about twenty minutes, and then stole into the room quietly.

He wandered around the room, learning all he could about his new boy. He peeked into the closet, but saw nothing but clothes. He checked his dresser and moved over to the writing desk. He rifled through the papers laying there, reading some quickly.

When he turned towards the bed, he saw the latest flowers in a crystal vase and noticed the stack of envelopes next to it. Walking over to the table, he saw the journal was lying there also. He picked it up and flipped through the pages. That is when he noticed the other flowers he’d sent pressed between the pages.

Touched in a way he couldn’t explain, he let his gaze linger on the body lying on the nearby bed. Overcome with a need to sketch him, Angelus went over to the desk and grabbed some paper and a pencil.

Pulling a chair next to the bed, he paused to study the sleeping boy. His innocence was visible on his beautiful face. He lay on his side, one hand under the pillow; his soft hair brushing his neck. The nightshirt was open and the vampire touched William’s pale throat. He gently pushed a soft curl from his forehead. The vampire hissed as he gazed at the naked body beneath the thin material. He truly looks angelic. Those fat little winged cherubs are caricatures beside his beauty.

Failing to capture what he was seeing, Angelus moved and sat on the bed. As if it had a will of it’s own, his hand gently caressed the luminous face before him. He traced the pink lips with his index finger. The lips parted slightly at his touch and he heard a quiet sigh escape.

Angelus stilled his hand until he was sure the human was sleeping deeply. He drank in every line and curve of William’s face; the face that captured his artist’s attention and his lust. He fondled it, outlining every contour memorizing every line and angle. Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his head and placed a light kiss to the slightly parted lips – they were so soft, just as he knew they’d be. He drew his head back when he felt William move beneath him. Glancing down, he saw that William’s blue eyes were open, though glazed from the laudanum.

“Angelus…what…what…are…you…”

“Shhhh…my sweet,” He placed his fingers to the questioning lips.

“But…” William blinked a few times. Angelus knew he was trying to clear his foggy mind.

“It’s alright William. Morpheus has sent you sensual visions so that you understand your deepest desires.”

“Morpheus, dreams…they are so vivid.” Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, “I must be dreaming. Why else would you be here in my room?”

“Yes, my boy…that’s right, you are dreaming.”

“But why would I be dreaming of you? Why would I have a dream of you kissing me?”

“Ahh…my naïve and innocent William. Don’t you know?” William stared blankly, and Angelus continued, “Dreams are nothing more than our subconscious playing out what we want in our waking hours. So if you are dreaming about me kissing you, then that means…”

“I want you to kiss me?”

Angelus nodded and smiled. “Would you like me to kiss you again? Remember, it’s your dream. I can only do what you wish me to do.”

When the boy nodded yes, Angelus lowered his head again, placing his mouth to William’s. At the contact, William stiffened slightly. Angelus brought his hand back up to William’s beautiful face and caressed it tenderly, trying to will the boy the relax. He paused and waited for William to make the next move. It wasn’t long before William tentatively returned the kiss. Angelus trailed his long fingers down the side of the angular face and paused at the young man’s neck where he could feel the pulse beating rapidly. Angelus murmured into his lips and encouraged William to deepened the kiss. Reaching up, William tangled his fingers in the long dark locks that framed the pale face gazing down at him, and with a firm grip on the head above him, brought him in closer still.

“Open up for me, my sweet boy…I want to taste you.” At Angelus’ soft words, William parted his lips and the vampire slipped inside, running his tongue along the roof of William’s mouth and along his teeth.

William stiffened again at the intrusion, but Angelus calmed him by reminding him it was only a dream. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. It’s all in your control.” William smiled lazily and relaxed.

Pulling away from Angelus he whispered, “I’ve never kissed anyone before. Am I…am I doing it correctly?”

“You are doing fine my lad…just fine.” Emboldened by his long buried desires, William pulled Angelus back down to his waiting mouth, daring to kiss him more passionately. William traced the outline of Angelus’ lips, and the vampire opened his mouth to let the innocent in to explore. Angelus moaned when he felt warm hands on his face.

He could feel the human’s pulse quicken. When William broke the kiss to catch his breath, the vampire trailed kisses down his neck until he reached the place where the pulse was strongest. He paused, feeling the throbbing against his lips. He nibbled at the pale flesh with human teeth, wanting nothing more than to drop his fangs and plunge them into the boy’s vibrating throat. He longed to taste William’s innocence. Closing his eyes, resisting the intensity of his libidinous craving, he willed himself back into control. There will be time enough for that later. While he was lost in the rhythm of the beating pulse, he felt William’s body shift underneath him.

“What is it my sweet?”

“My body…it feels strange…like it’s on fire. I can feel my blood rushing through my veins…it tingles…and when you kiss me or touch me, it …it feels like it will explode through my skin.”

Angelus smiled at the boy who was experiencing sexual pleasure for the first time. “That’s normal William. You like to be touched…you like to be touched by me. I feel the same when you touch me.”

“You do? I’ve never felt this way before…it’s strange, yet exciting at the same time. But how can it be…we’re men. Isn’t it wrong to like being …being fondled by another man?”

“Who says it’s wrong?”

“Well, everyone that I know.”

“No William, it is not wrong. There is nothing wrong with two people enjoying the pleasure of caressing each other. How can something be wrong when it feels so good?”

William closed his glazed eyes and shrugged slightly at Angelus’ question.

“This is but a dream William, so what’s the harm? Just trust me William. I would never steer you wrong. Do you trust me?”

William opened his eyes and tried to focus on the man above him. He nodded, “Yes, I trust you.”

“Then let me show you how right it can be. Will you allow me do that for you?” William looked up at the vampire unsure. “Trust me William. That is all I ask. I can take you to such heights, you’d swear you were in heaven. But if you don’t want to, then I won’t. We can stop. You are controlling what goes on here William.”

William struggled to think with a brain beclouded with the drug. The vampire watched as the neophyte’s brow furrowed as proper thoughts battled with repressed sexual desires. The boy finally nodded his assent. Angelus went to work showing William how right it was between them.

The vampire gently pulled down the sheet and blanket that covered William’s body. His hands moved to slowly unbutton the nightshirt he was wearing. The only way to fully remove the garment was to pull it over his head, but Angelus was afraid that would scare the boy. So when he had the shirt unbuttoned as far as he could, he pushed it aside to expose one shoulder. He rained kisses on the shoulder; bringing William’s arm up and slipping it out so it was free of the material. Angelus paused to remove his own jacket, undid the buttons on his own shirt, and pulled it so it was no longer tucked into his trousers. He let the linen shirt hang free, exposing his broad chest. William’s breath caught and he slowly reached toward Angelus.

Angelus took William’s hand. He brought it up to his mouth and placed a kiss in the palm before taking one of his fingers into his mouth. As he sucked on it, he heard William inhale deeply. Releasing the finger with a pop, he threaded his fingers through the soft brown curls. William leaned into the touch and closed his eyes.

“Open your eyes, William. I want you to watch while I do wicked things to this sweet body of yours.” William’s eyes fluttered open at the request and Angelus could see lust amid the daze of the drug.

He continued running his fingers through his hair, almost petting the boy. “Do you enjoy this? Do you like the feel of my hands on you?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please, don’t stop.” A tiny smile teased his lips as he nudged his head into Angelus’ hand, seeking more pleasurable contact.

Angelus grinned. He traced William’s face again, memorizing it so he could sketch it later. Easing William’s other arm out of the shirt, he pulled it down until his chest was fully exposed to his view. He stretched alongside of William, one hand supporting his head. With his other hand, he massaged the areola occasionally flicking and gently pinching the hardening nipple. Leaning over, he took the nub into his mouth and laved it with his tongue, while playing with the other one. He could hear the boy’s breath coming in short pants now.

Releasing the nub, the vampire asked, “Tell me what you are feeling…”

“I…I feel like I’m being consumed…I ache, but I don’t know what for or how to relieve it.”

“Don’t worry, I will soothe the ache for you.” He inched the garment farther down William’s body until it was bunched up around his hips.

“William, lift up your hips a bit for me please.” Lost in the sensations overpowering his body, the boy didn’t even question why, he just did as he was told. Angelus continued to push the garment down until it was free of William’s body. He lay there, completely naked and so lost in the sensations assaulting his body, he never noticed.

Angelus let his eyes travel the length of the body beside him. His own cock was hard and straining against his trousers. He wanted release as desperately as William did, but he ignored his own pleasure. Tonight was for William. He was planting the seeds of desire and passion. He would get his own release soon enough. He wasn’t thinking in the short-term any longer. He wanted to keep this boy forever by his side and in his bed for eternity.

Returning his attention to William, he continued to explore his body with his large hands; worshipping the flesh with tender touches. William grasped the sheets tightly with his fists as Angelus ran his hands lightly over his body, down his chest to his tight stomach. Bending down, he circled his naval and dipped his tongue into the indent. The boy’s stomach muscles clenched and his breath hissed. Angelus glanced back up at William’s beautiful face.

“Open your eyes for me…I want to see you as you experience the pleasure I’m giving you.” The eyes opened. The light blue color was almost glowing in the darkness. What a beautiful vampire he will make. What pleasure we will experience with each other. He watched the rapid rise and fall of William’s chest as his hand descended lower. He nudged William’s legs apart to give him full access. He ran one finger down the erect shaft and saw it quiver. William tried to draw his legs up, but Angelus wouldn’t let him. He prodded the legs apart again as he inched down the bed. Running a finger back up the length of the shaft, he circled the tip of the cock head, gathering up some of the pre-cum that was leaking out. Using that as lubrication, he stroked the hard shaft. William thrust into the hand wrapped around his organ and moaned.

“That’s it William,” he encouraged the boy. He moved his other hand down to the velvet sack fondling it in the palm of his hand. William’s thrusts became more erratic and Angelus felt his own balls constrict. He tightened his hold on the cock as William continued to thrust. Knowing that the boy was near release, he switched his hold on the cock and brought his other hand up to cover the boy’s mouth to muffle his cry of pleasure as he came. Angelus continued stroking, drawing every bit of the fluid from William’s body. The boy’s eyes were tightly closed; his skin flushed and warm. The vampire could hear William’s heart pounding beating against the walls of his chest. He released his mouth, but continued his slow strokes on William’s softening organ. God, what a sensual creature my boy is. Who would have thought that beneath the bookish exterior lurked a soul made for pleasure. William’s body continued to shudder as he came down from the ecstasy that his body just experienced.

Lying on his side, Angelus drew the exhausted boy to him and let him use his arm as a pillow, and William snuggled up against the vampire’s cool body. Angelus draped his other arm over the slender waist and brought him even closer, so that William’s back was right up against his chest. He absentmindedly caressed the sweat-slicked chest while dropping kisses on his head.

He lay there, enjoying the feel of the warm body pressed up against his cool one. He could still feel the beat of William’s heart as it slowly returned to normal along with his breathing. The steady rise and fall of his chest told him that William has fallen into a pleasure-induced sleep.

His cock was still rock hard and demanding attention. Ignoring it, he thought back on all that had transpired this evening. He was in no hurry to leave, so he let his thoughts wander. He knew that the laudanum would lower the boy’s resistance, but even he was surprised at William’s passion. I always knew it was the innocent ones that had the most fire. He remembered the feel of William’s soft lips on his as he kissed him and William returning the kiss. He was anxious to feel that inexperienced mouth on other parts of his body. Lost in his carnal thoughts, Angelus wasn’t even aware that his hips were rubbing against William’s backside, pushing against the crease of his ass. His engorged cock slid easily between the cheeks. He continue stroking William’s chest tenderly, loving the feel of the soft, damp skin beneath his fingers. Unconsciously, his fingers strayed to the boy’s nipples, which hardened under his ministrations. He closed his eyes, imagining William touching him the same way he touched William tonight. His thrusts increased as in his mind he saw William on all fours, gazing at him over his shoulder, blue eyes begging to be fucked. A low moan escaped the vampire as he saw William reaching back with his arms and spreading his pale, white cheeks, inviting Angelus in. His hips moved faster against the firm ass in front of him as he imagined grabbing his cock and sliding it into the virginal tightness of William. In his fantasy, he could hear William moan at being filled with his cock. He could hear him begging for it…fuck me Angelus, please, fuck me.

His cock was now sliding quickly between the cheeks as his pre-cum spilled out and lubricated the shallow passage. His fantasy was so real to him. He could see himself fucking his boy hard and fast, William panting, urging him on. He felt William clench his muscles around his shaft; he could hear his scream of pleasure as he came in William, filling him with his seed. At hearing himself scream William’s name, his balls constricted until they were practically drawn up in his body. He muffled his cry of pleasure into William’s hair as he came hard. Coming down, he could feel his seed running down along the crease where his now softening cock still lay. Totally spent, Angelus closed his eyes and joined William in sleep.
 

When Angelus woke a few hours later, he glanced over his shoulder at the night sky. Though it was still dark, he knew that sunrise was only about two hours away. Turning back to the man sharing the bed, he tightened his arms gently around the body. He was now on his back, with William snuggled up against him, using his broad chest as a pillow, his arm was slung across his stomach. While not known as a vampire who liked to cuddle, he was loath to leave this precious man he was holding, but he knew he had to withdraw before William woke up. As he moved to get out of bed, the arm tightened around him. When he stopped, the arm relaxed.

Grinning, Angelus lifted the boy’s arm and slipped quietly from the bed. He watched as William rolled over to the spot he just vacated. The boy wrapped his arm around the pillow he slept on, inhaled the scent deeply and murmured “Angelus.” Once he was sure the boy wouldn’t wake, he tucked himself back into his trousers, and buttoned up his shirt. Grabbing his jacket, he walked back over to the bed. Moving the hair from the boy’s eyes, he placed a tender kiss on his brow, whispering, “Until tonight, my sweet William.”

Walking quietly to the balcony doors, he glanced back once more at the sleeping figure on the bed before exiting the room. Knowing he had some time, he slipped into a few alleys on the way home and had a hearty breakfast, leaving the leftovers lying where he found them. He was looking forward to his evening with William and was curious as to what his reaction would be when he woke up and remembered the previous night’s “dream.”

~Part: 5~
 

William woke a few hours after Angelus crept from his room. Rolling over, he groaned at the throbbing in his head. Pushing the covers back so he could get ready for the coming day, he froze when he realized he was completely naked. Quickly pulling the covers back up, he lay there trying to comprehend the state of his undress. He couldn’t believe he was there in bed, with no clothes on. He never went to bed in this state. He always wore a nightshirt. He knew he had it on when he went to sleep last night – at least he thought he did. It’s a reasonable assumption…since I always sleep in it. Glancing around the room quickly, he finally found it…bunched up…at the foot of his bed.

There was no reason he could think of that would cause him to sleep naked. Why it’s wanton and definitely not proper. His mind raced, trying to think of a reason, but he was drawing a blank. “Calm down, William…think,” he spoke aloud, “Think about this rationally. There’s a perfectly logical explanation for this. I know there is.” He struggled to retrace his steps last night. He remembered Angelus coming over, chatting with mother for a bit. Then he remembered them leaving, riding in the carriage to the inn. They had a wonderful time, talking and laughing while enjoying a good meal. He had the best time with his new friend…poor bookish William has a friend. That thought had him grinning from ear-to-ear, like a child on Christmas morning. To top it all off, I also have a secret admirer. His grin got even wider. I hope when we meet, all three of us can be good friends.

Continuing through his memories of the previous night, he recalled the conversation they shared over dinner – how relaxed and comfortable he felt in Angelus’ presence. He knew they had a few drinks before and during dinner, but he was sure he was clear-headed when he returned home. He knew that he invited Angelus in for a brandy, and then gone to check on his mother. He remembered all that clearly.

Where it got foggy was when he came back downstairs. It had to have been the brandy on top of the drinks earlier. He just couldn’t remember anything after drinking the snifter of brandy. Maybe when Angelus left, I came upstairs and in the midst of undressing simply passed out? That seemed to be the most logical explanation, so he decided that is what must have happened.

Closing his eyes, he lay there thinking about what Angelus had planned for tonight. He’d been told it was a surprise. Six o’clock couldn’t some soon enough for him. He was already wishing it was that time so he could see his friend again.

As he started drifting back to sleep, images flitted across his mind – images of Angelus in his room, kissing him and he kissing his friend back. The images tumbled through his mind – his nightshirt being removed…large, cool hands caressing his body…touching him in places where he’d never been touched before…he remembered feeling on fire as the hands roamed his body…the feeling of being consumed…mouth and tongue kissing and licking his body…he watched and felt it all as the debauched images cascaded quickly through his mind. He could feel the cool hands traveling down and touching him in his most private place and he shivered.

Blushing now, he tried to block the disturbing images, but found he couldn’t. Though he found the recollections disturbing, he also found them exciting. He could see it all…Angelus stroking him…he was soaring like a bird from the lascivious sensations wreaking havoc in his body. He saw himself grab at the sheets and thrust up into Angelus’ hand…thrusting faster until he screamed Angelus’ name into the large hand that was covering his mouth. It was all so vivid and clear now.

Opening his eyes, he glanced around the room furtively. What were those images? William was fast becoming distraught…embarrassed…now that he remembered and he wished he didn’t. He felt ashamed and disgusted with himself for having thoughts like that about his friend. What is wrong with me? What sort of man am I to have dreams and thoughts like that? A deviant…that is what I am.

He was so upset; he was near tears. He tried to convince himself that it didn’t happen – that it couldn’t have happened. It had to be a dream…Yes that is what it was…nothing but a dream. But doesn’t that still make me a deviant to have a dream like that about another man…about my friend?

He should have felt relieved, but he didn’t. How can I face him now? OH GOD!!! Tonight…I can’t go…I have to cancel. Terror and humiliation at his promiscuous thoughts tormented him until his breathing became erratic and his heart started racing. “I can’t cancel…I have no way of getting in touch with him…I don’t know where he lives. What do I do…How can I face him?

He was trying to calm down and catch his breath, but he was in a full-blown panic. I can’t breathe… His chest was heaving as he tried to get air, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. He kept trying until he passed out.
 

Angelus smiled as he hurried through the shadowy streets, remembering William’s soft warm skin and his hardened cock thrusting feverishly up against William, seeking relief. He arrived in his street to see a carriage standing outside the house. Making sure everything was tucked in place, he strode up the steps, hearing Darla shout demands from the foyer. Minions struggled to bring trunks down the stairs.

“Oh, you’re here Angelus. This is a surprise. You have been gone so often lately that I thought perhaps you’ve found new lodgings.”

“Darla, I…I met a group of artists and writers. I know poetry and painting doesn’t interest you. We meet and talk and lose track of time.” He replied, giving her his sweetest smile.

She glared at him. “Well I hope they will keep you company for a while. The Master has requested my presence and since you have been so often away from home, Drusilla and I will pay him a visit alone. This will be another time that you have not accompanied me. It will not go unnoticed.”

“Darla, you know you’d rather go to the Master without me. He barely tolerates my presence. He’d rather give all his attention to you.”

“You will someday regret these slights Angelus. The Master has a very long memory.”

“How long will you be gone?” Angelus asked, hoping he didn’t sound too eager.

She glowered at him and her voice was icy. “I don’t plan to return quickly. You will soon miss my bed darling while I will not be sleeping alone. Come Drusilla.”

Before going with Darla, she floated towards Angelus. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she whispered in his year, “The stars spoke to me last night Daddy. They know what you are doing. It will be our secret….shhhhh.” She had two fingers over her lips as she glanced at Darla and then back to Angelus with a smile on her lips.

“Goodbye Daddy. Will you be lonely without us?” She asked as she returned to Darla’s side.

“Of course darling. But you go. You and Darla can go shopping every day and I’m sure the Master has interesting captives for you to play with.”

With a final glacial stare, Darla flounced out, dragging Drusilla with her. Angelus sighed. Peace. Finally. I can invite William for dinner. We will have the house to ourselves. I will show him my drawings and slip in a few erotic pictures that will surely titillate my chaste little friend.

Whistling, he proceeded upstairs, calling for the remaining minion to heat water for his bath. Sinking into the hot, scented water, he thought of William, wondering what the boy remembered and how he felt about his memories. His cock stiffened immediately and he allowed himself relief all the while thinking of the virginal channel that he longed to penetrate. Leaving the bath, he wrapped a soft robe around himself and went to sit by the fire. For long moments he stared into the flames, picturing William’s face. Picking up his sketchbook and a piece of charcoal, he spent the next several hours drawing William.

William regained consciousness slowly. He peeked under the covers…hoping it was all a bad dream. When he looked under the blanket he was still as naked as he was when he first woke up this morning.

He lay there, wondering how he could face Angelus tonight…look him in the eye. He wished there was a way to contact him so he could cancel – maybe he could not answer the door – maybe he could beg off by claiming to be sick. That wouldn’t be a lie. Those thoughts did make him feel quite sick. That wouldn’t work either. Angelus would just come back and then what excuse could he use? I’ll have to find a way to deal with it. It’s my problem…my sick mind. I know one thing, I won’t be drinking spirits anymore. It’s surely from the devil.

With his problem settled for now, he got out of bed, walked over to the washstand, and began his morning absolutions. As he rubbed the cloth against his legs, he gasped in horror at the dried emissions caking between them. He scrubbed his skin until it was almost raw, trying to wash away the dirty feeling. He wanted to crawl inside himself and scrub himself from the inside out, but he knew that wasn’t possible. He felt no cleaner when he finished. Getting dressed, he went downstairs to spend the day with his mother, hoping that would keep his mind occupied on other things.

Much to William’s dismay, six o’clock arrived with a knock on the door. He sat there with a book, pretending to read. He’d been doing that for most of the day, trying to keep the images from invading his mind. No matter how hard he tried, it didn’t work.

When the knocked sounded again, his mother looked up from her needlepoint. “William…the door…aren’t you going to answer that? I’m sure it’s your friend Mr. Sullivan.” When her son didn’t respond, she called to him again, a bit louder.

Looking up from the book, “Yes mother, you said something?” He knew exactly what she said, but he was trying to ignore it, hoping he would go away. It wasn’t going to work. So with much trepidation, he rose from his chair and slowly walked to the door.

When he opened the door, Angelus was standing there. Angelus looked at William with amusement when William refused to meet his eyes, “Good evening, William.” William mumbled back at the large man, stepping aside to let him in. The boy remembers and is embarrassed. This will make tonight all the more fun and interesting.

The vampire strolled in and greeted Mrs. Montgomery, “You’ll have to excuse my son, Mr. Sullivan. He’s been in a bad mood all day.”

“Call me Angelus, please…and everyone has an off day. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. I have a feeling this outing tonight will distract William and make him forget what is bothering him.”

The small woman smiled at her son’s friend, “Well, you boys must excuse me…my friends will be here within the hour. Have a good time tonight.” She left the room , giving her son a kiss on the cheek.

Angelus watched William standing there, looking anywhere but at him, “William, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…shouldn’t we be going?”

“We have time. I can see that there is something bothering you. Maybe if you tell me about it, I can help.”

“Nothing is wrong, Angelus,” he answered with a touch of anger in his voice.

Angelus felt the boy’s ire and frustration. It delighted him. Anger is passion…and this boy has tumultuous passion stored within. “Fine, I see you don’t want to talk about it, but remember William, you can talk to me about anything.” William relaxed a bit, but he was still tense, “You ready?” Sighing, William nodded his assent. He grabbed his coat and both men walked out into the cool night air towards the waiting carriage.

They rode in silence for a while. Angelus watched as William stared out the window of the carriage. He was clasping his hands nervously, “Come William, talk to me…please.” When William continued to ignore him, he asked again and still received no reply, “Did I do something to make you angry with me? If I did, you have to tell me so I can fix it.”

That got the boy’s attention, “No Angelus. You didn’t do anything. I’m afraid it’s me.”

“Come William, it cannot be that bad.”

“I’m afraid it is,” he mumbled in the darkness. “If you knew, you’d be so disgusted with me like I am with myself. You’d want nothing to further to do with me.”

“William, there is nothing…nothing you could ever do or say that would make me turn on you. You have my promise.”

“You say that now, but if you only knew…”

Angelus knew the boy was afraid. He could feel his heart speeding up. Will was looking around nervously, looking for an escape. Leaning forward, he took the boy’s hands into his large ones; they were trembling. He scented the fear hanging in the air. It was like an aphrodisiac to him, and he felt himself harden. He continued to act the worried companion, goading William to confide in him, “Please tell me. You are worrying me.”

Finally relenting, William agreed, “I don’t know where to start or how to tell you. I’m so embarrassed.”

“William, I am older than you. I’ve traveled extensively on the continent and have seen much. I cannot imagine you will tell me anything that will shock me.” William looked at his friend, worry etched in his beautiful face. Then he looked down at the large hands holding his…caressing them…trying to calm him. His breathing became erratic…he started to pant. Angelus stared at him. Seeing his reaction, he moved over to sit next to William. He took the trembling body into his arms. He gently pressed the boy’s head to his shoulder and laid a light kiss to the top.

“Shhhh….it’s alright William…shhhh…” He moved his hand to lightly stroke up and down the younger man’s back. William sat there, his body stiff in the vampire’s arms…. His breathing slowing down a little. Angelus could still feel his heart pounding, “Talk to me William…you’ll feel better if you do…let it out…I can help, I know I can.”

Relaxing slightly but still silent William tried to catch his breath. Unconsciously he started fiddling with a crease in Angelus’ trousers. “What has got you so upset, William…so upset that you won’t even look at me? You say that it isn’t me. If that’s so, then what is it about?”

“Me…and…Oh God, I can’t do this.” He struggled, trying to get out of Angelus’ embrace. Angelus tightened his arms around the agitated boy. Seeing that there was no way to get out of the embrace of the strong arms, he stopped fighting.

“Please tell me William. I thought we were friends.”

“It’s me…and…” William swallowed hard, “…and you.” He craned his neck and briefly looked up at Angelus. Angelus was looking down at him. Bowing his head he spoke almost in a whisper. “Well not you exactly…”

“What do you mean?” Angelus asked, still stroking his back.

“Well…ummm…it was a dream I had last night, but that’s not all.”

“Start at the beginning. Tell me what has you in such a state.”

“Okay…, but please don’t hate me.”

Placing another kiss to the top of the boy’s head, he said softly, “I could never hate you, my sweet boy. Never hate you.” Feeling the boy’s trepidation in continuing, “Go ahead William…tell me…”

“I’m trying…really…I’m…when I woke up this morning, I was naked. I wasn’t wearing anything…I mean totally nude.” He rambled, trying to get it out, hiding his face against the vampire’s chest.

“Is that all? There is nothing wrong with that.”

“But surely that’s not proper…I mean sleeping in the nude? I don’t do that. Who does that?” he said, surprised that Angelus wasn’t shocked at his confession.

“You’d be surprised at who sleeps that way William. A lot of people do…I do in fact.”

William looked up at Angelus, eyes wide with shock. “You do? Why? I mean…really…it’s none of my business.”

Angelus chuckled, “William, you are so naïve and innocent. I love that about you – it’s refreshing. But I’m not sure that is the only thing that has made you this upset. Please continue…”

“After I got over the shock of seeing myself…undressed, I recalled the good time I had last night, the dinner, the conversation.”

“I enjoyed myself also.” William smiled at the sincere words.

“But I realized that I didn’t remember anything after I came downstairs from checking on mother. I mean, I remember coming downstairs…sitting and drinking the brandy. It’s after that…I couldn’t recall anything. I figured that since I’m not much of a drinker, it must have been the spirits, though I don’t think I drank that much.”

“Well you did have a fair amount to drink, but not what I would call an over-indulgence.”

“As I laid in bed, I closed my eyes since my head was throbbing. That’s when it happened.” William started shaking in Angelus’ arms again and he buried his head in the dark jacket.

Angelus tightened his arms and cooed to the boy, trying to calm him down once again, “It’s going to be okay…you can tell me. What did you see when you closed your eyes, William?”

Relaxing slightly to the soft words and the stroking of his back, William continued, “They were flashes really…they ran by so fast that I wasn’t sure what to make of them. As they came, they seemed so real.”

“What were the images that disturbed you so?” This was getting good and he couldn’t wait to hear Williams take on them, even though he knew by his behavior.

William started stammering again, “You were in my room…we were…Oh God, I can’t tell you. It’s just so…so…wrong.”

“You can tell me William. I was in your room and we were what?”

“We…were…kissing…and…I…I…think I was enjoying it. What does that say about me? You were doing other things too, and I was enjoying that also.” He tentatively glanced up at his friend again, expecting to see shock…anger…anything other than what he saw – Angelus was smiling.

“Why that surprised look? You were expecting me to be disgusted – shocked?” William nodded.

“Why aren’t you? I surely was.”

“William, I’ve told you that I’ve seen and done much in my life. It’s rare that anything shocks me anymore. What else did you see?”

Encouraged by Angelus’ open attitude he continued, “You were touching me…making me feel things…good things…feel things I’ve never felt before. I mean, I felt like I was on fire…my body was humming and tingling. You were touching me everywhere -- using your hands and your mouth…and I was lying there enjoying it…how can I enjoy another man touching me like that. Doesn’t that make me a bad person…a deviant…someone that shouldn’t…”

Before William could finish, Angelus gripped the boy on his arms and sat him up straight so that he could look directly at him, “William, what you felt was pleasure. What did you feel as you were recalling your dream?”

“Shock…disgust…” He lowered his head in shame.

Angelus brought the boy’s chin up forcing William to look into his eyes. “What else? Tell me!”

Near tears, he spoke softly. “I felt enjoyment…desire.”

“There is nothing wrong with feeling those things. God! This Victorian society…it forces you to repress everything…all enjoyment…”

“But…but…isn’t it wrong to feel those things…especially with someone of the same sex?”

“Why should it? The body is meant for pleasure – enjoyment. So you were aroused from a sensual dream about another man. You’d be very surprised how many people do. It’s not wrong, William…how can it be?”

William looked at Angelus, “You said something like that in my dream. You asked me ‘How could something that feels so good be wrong?”

“Well, my phantom self was right. Look William, there is a whole side to London that you know nothing about – a darker, erotic side. I’ve seen it – women and men, single and married, couples, threesomes, female with female, and yes, men with men. Oh they are proper in public, but behind closed doors – the rules change.”

Angelus could see the startled look on William’s face, “I don’t believe you, Angelus. You have got to be making that up.”

“I swear to you William, I am telling you the truth. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your dream doesn’t make you a deviant either. You are a normal young man. Oh, if only you were interested, the things I could show and teach you.” Angelus knew he had shocked William’s Victorian sensibilities.

The carriage slowed and Angelus looked out the window, “Ah, at last we are here.” Looking back at William, “We’ll continue this discussion later. We have arrived at our destination. I think this surprise I have planned for you couldn’t have come at a more fortuitous time. I’m going to open your eyes, William, to a whole new wondrous world.”

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