One Fateful Night

Author: angelspike69

Rating: NC17

Parts:  11 - 14 (End)

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~Part: 11~

When they reached his room, he drew the boy in and closed the door with a touch of his foot. “William, I have a confession to make…” William looked at him as the vampire advanced purposefully slowly toward him. “I didn’t spill the wine on accident. I just wanted an excuse to get you up to my room, but was afraid if I asked you directly, you wouldn’t come. I hope you can forgive me for my little ruse.”

William glanced nervously at the bed that seemed to take up most of the room and back to the man standing before him. “But I don’t understand…”

“I wanted to be with you, to touch you, but not downstairs. I wanted more privacy tonight. I know I promised that we would explore each other slowly, and we will. If you would rather not, …” He paused when he saw a spark flare in the boy’s blue eyes, and he knew they wouldn’t be going downstairs anytime soon.

Angelus opened his arms and William walked slowly into them. Placing his finger underneath the boys chin, he lifted his head so he could look into his eyes. He placed a kiss on the young man’s forehead, on the tip of his nose, then to his lips. Angelus’ kiss was slow with no urgency. He had all night. William wrapped his arms around the older man’s waist. They both just stood there, kissing one another. Angelus felt the boy move his lips with more enthusiasm. He relished the sensation of William’s soft lips and warm mouth on his own. God, how I love to kiss this boy…I could do nothing but kiss this boy and be happy. William got more demanding in his kiss. He bit Angelus’ tongue gently, teasing it with his mouth. The bedroom was silent except for the crackling wood in the blazing fireplace and the soft moans and pants coming from William.

The vampire wanted to touch the body in his arms badly…he needed to touch him. He brought his hand up to grasp William behind the head, pulling him closer. The vampire was lost in the lips assaulting his own. God, I could kiss him like this day and night. He ran his thumb along the nape of William’s neck. The skin was soft and warm. He had this burning need to run his tongue against the flesh. He quickly spun William around so that the boy’s back was pressed closely against his broad chest. Angelus rubbed his face along the side of William’s neck. William tilted his neck to the side, and the vampire licked the length of the warm skin.

He felt the human tremble, but he didn’t try to stop him. Picking up on William’s arousal, the vampire ran his hands up and down his arms, feeling the muscles through the thin material of his shirt. The boy’s ear was so close to Angelus’ mouth, he stuck out his tongue for a quick taste, running it along the rim. He could feel a shudder run through the young man’s body. I want to make him shudder for eternity. Moving his mouth down, he snagged the soft flesh of the lobe, breathing heavily into his ear. William leaned into the powerful chest, resting his head against a broad shoulder. William’s mouth was slightly open moaning soft gasps of pleasure. His eyes were closed and his body was swaying slightly in the vampire’s arms.

With no apparent hesitation coming from William, Angelus felt bolder with each touch. He let his hands explore the boy’s stomach, his chest and nipples. He never lingered long in one spot. At the same time, he moved his cool lips from William’s earlobe to nuzzle the side of his tempting mouth. A moan escaped from William’s parted lips and he lifted both of his hands to wrap them around the back of Angelus’ head, pulling him closer. He feels so good pressed against me like this. He was made for me…we fit perfectly together. His mouth was hungry for every inch of the body moving against him. He stopped kissing the side of Williams’ mouth to nuzzle the hollow of his neck. Angelus was surprised to hear a low growl escape from William, his nails digging into the vampire’s scalp. He grabbed a handful of the older man’s hair, pulling and stroking the long, soft locks. Angelus used flat teeth to nip up and down William’s neck. He so badly wanted to slip his fangs into the tempting flesh…biting…tasting, but he held back. But soon…he just had to be patient. How did this boy go from being a victim, to prey, to me wanting him with me for eternity?

William grunted as he suddenly found himself on his back, with Angelus pressing him into the soft bed. The vampire could feel how excited William was; his erection was pushing into his thigh. He pressed down, so the boy could feel his own excitement. Rolling over so that William was now on top, Angelus’ eager hands slid down to cup the firm cheeks of William’s ass. He pressed down on the ass in his hands so that the boy could meet his grinding hips. Each thrust that Angelus made threatened to lift them both from the bed. Long fingers ran up and down William’s back, beneath the loosened shirt. Wanting to feel only skin beneath his hands, he tore it off. William gasped into Angelus’ mouth at the sound of the ripping fabric, but he never broke the kiss. Reaching between them, William clawed at Angelus’ shirt buttons. Rolling back over, Angelus raised himself up, and pulled the shirt off over his head, returning to the writhing body beneath him. They continued kissing, bare chests rubbing together, taut, tight nipples brushing against one another, causing the human to pant harder.

Suddenly, William was all hands, moving first from hair to spine and back again. The silent room was filled with the sounds of their kissing – hard pants into eager mouths, the kisses tingling against their bruised lips.

Angelus continued to explore the lean body. He stopped to lick and suck William’s nipples, his mouth closing over the sensitive points, teasing the already hardened nubs. His mouth moved back and forth between both nipples, never letting one go long without feeling his tongue.

William raised his chest to Angelus’ tongue, keening. Angelus growled in response. William opened his eyes at the growl. Angelus stared down into the eyes that were now a dark smoldering blue. Another growl rumbled through Angelus chest as he ripped off William’s shoes, pants and undergarment. With the boy naked now, Angelus dived back in, placing his ravenous mouth to William’s stomach. He moaned into the firm muscles, his tongue snaking out to lick William’s navel. William was now thrashing beneath him, his hands on his shoulders pushing, then pulling. It was like he couldn’t decide if he wanted Angelus’ lips back on his or if he wanted him to move lower and kiss other parts of his body. Angelus made the decision for the boy. He moved his face down to William’s crotch, pressing into the sandy-brown hair. He took deep breaths of William’s musky scent.

“Angelus…” the excited boy moaned.

Angelus rubbed his face against the boy’s swaying erection. William hissed at the contact. The vampire seized the stiff cock in front of him in his hand and started to stroke. He felt William engorge. On an upward movement, Angelus’ large hands closed around the head, rubbing it with his palm. Never taking his attention away from the boy’s cock, Angelus reached up with his other hand and tugged on Williams nipple; feeling the boy’s legs start to shake. This boy is like clay in my hands; ready for me to mold.

“Angelus…don’t stop…please…don’t stop!

“My boy, I have no intention of ever stopping,” the vampire replied huskily.

William was grabbing the covers, as he pumped into the fist gripping his cock. Angelus’ head hovered over the top of his fist, so that each time William thrust his hips up, the tip of his sensitive cock grazed his lips. Angelus continued to tweak William’s nipple. William started fucking Angelus’ fist faster. As he felt Angelus’ touch sweep across the tip of his over-sensitive cock head, he bowed his back off the bed.

“OH GOD, YES!!” he wailed.

Watching his boy thrash on the bed, the vampire’s eyes glowed yellow. Trying to keep control, he licked his lips and gripped the cock in his hand more tightly. William rammed his cock into Angelus’ fist; his thrusts become frantic.

“That’s it William…Come on my boy.” He felt a tremor run through the boy’s body. William let out a howl of pleasure, his seed shooting into the air, hitting Angelus in the face and running over the hand still gripping him. Angelus licked the come that was now running down over his lips as he watched at the boy came violently. William fell back to the bed, panting, trying to catch his breath.

As William panted, Angelus crawled up the bed and lay on his side watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Reaching for the boy, he pulled him until he was lying on top of his body.

“That was…that…was…I have no words.” William said looking at Angelus. Angelus chuckled at the boy’s loss of words.

William kissed Angelus broad shoulder. He used his mouth to suck up some of seed that spilled onto the older man’s chest. With new found boldness, his mouth continued down to linger at Angelus’ nipples. His tongue darted out and he sucked one of the tight buds into his mouth. With the tip of his tongue, he laved the stiff point. Angelus’ head rested on the pillow, one hand loosely holding the back of the boy’s head. Slowly, William licked Angelus from nipple to navel. He reached the vampire’s navel and tasted it, delving his tongue into the crease. He moved himself down farther Angelus’ toned body until he was kneeling in front of Angelus’ weeping cock. He hesitated, biting his lower lip. He looked up at Angelus, then back down at the smooth, large shaft, the tip swollen and red. Angelus lay there patiently, waiting to see what the boy would do.

He watched as William licked his lips and lowered his head, taking the tip of his cock to his lips and rubbed pre-cum across them. Angelus held an unneeded breath as he watched William’s virgin mouth close over his erection. The vampire let out a hiss of pleasure, thrusting his hips forward, but being careful. Instinctively, William tightened his mouth around the cock head. He swallowed Angelus as far as he comfortably could. It took all of Angelus’ control not to slam into the back of the boy’s throat. Angelus’ cock twitched in the warm mouth. Hesitantly, he worked his mouth up and down the vampire’s shaft as pale fingers spread out and tightly gripped his thighs.

Angelus reached for the boy’s head, and rested his large hand on top. He let William dictate the rhythm. The human’s lips stretched to accommodate Angelus’ growing width; saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. Angelus buried his face into his arm as he was overcome with lust. He bit the skin of his lower lip when he felt tentative hands fondle his sack.

Reaching down, he took hold of his shaft at the base and eased out of William’s mouth. He needed to take control now, or he’d come too fast. “Close your mouth William,” Angelus whispered. When the boy complied he placed the head of his cock against the now closed lips, spreading his pre-cum across them. His cock jumped at the sight. William watched and opened his mouth slightly. Angelus raised the shaft, easing the head between William’s lips. As the vampire brought his hips back down to the bed, William followed, never taking his mouth off the hard cock. Angelus settled down on the bed and William swallowed the shaft as far as he could. As William moved up and down his cock, he could feel his tongue and an occasional scrape of teeth. His balls were tight and he knew that it wouldn’t be much longer.

“Oh yea, lad…go faster boy…that’s it…yes…I’m going to come William!”

Spurred on by Angelus’ encouragement, he didn’t stop. He did as the older man requested. Angelus let out a long moan and gave one final thrust before he emptied his cock in William’s mouth. The boy eagerly swallowed each drop. As William pulled up, Angelus saw that he was licking his lips. He is a natural. If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t have believed this was his first time. He beckoned for the boy, and he crawled up the vampire’s body, settling next to him, laying his head on his chest.

Looking up at Angelus he asked, “Did I do okay? I mean…did I do it right?”

“You did more than okay, my boy…you did more than okay, but you know you didn’t have to?”

Playing with one of Angelus nipples, he responded, “I know, but I wanted to do it. I’ve been thinking about it since the first time you did it to me. I wanted to give you the same pleasure that you gave me.”

“Okay, but remember if you don’t feel comfortable doing anything, you tell me.”

“I will, but I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?”

“Well I couldn’t take it very far…I mean…when I tried…”

“You did fine. It just takes practice, that’s all.” He brought his hand up to William’s head and started running his fingers through the damp locks.

“Really?” Angelus nodded. “Then I think I need lots of practice.” Angelus chuckled deep in his chest. Oh yes, this boy is a natural. The things I’m going to show him; the lessons I will teach this willing student.”

William let out a big yawn. Looking down, he saw the drowsy look. Dropping a kiss to the top of his head, he reached for the quilt and covered them. Soon the boy was breathing was deep and even. Angelus followed him in sleep.
 

Blue eyes fluttering open, William looked around the room. Looking out of the window, he saw that it was still dark. As he moved, he felt strong arms tighten around him. The arms brought him closer to the hard body sharing the bed with him. William happily let himself be drawn closer to his lover. He smiled. I have a lover.

William rolled over and stared at a sleeping Angelus. He liked waking up in his arms. He no longer liked sleeping alone and wanted to share a bed with his lover forever. He just lay there, watching Angelus sleep. He watched as Angelus shifted position and rolled onto his back, throwing one arm over his head and bringing the other to rest across his taut stomach.

William licked his lips as he stared at Angelus and then he smiled to himself and lay back down on the bed. Licking his lips as if enjoying a savory dish, Oh he is delicious! William looked at the full lips that he so recently tasted and felt himself harden. God I’m insatiable. I cannot get enough of him. I cannot bear to be long without his touch. He laughed silently. I am no longer that prissy poet that Percy and his ilk mocked. I have been with a man who is now my lover, who desires me. We have explored each other’s bodies and made each other come in ecstasy. I have seen erotic art and I have seen Percy being fucked in the ass by another man!

William’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt a cool mouth on his chest and a moist tongue across one of his nipples. The small nub hardened immediately at the contact. He looked down, excitement fluttering in his stomach as the large body moved to lie on top of him. He felt his legs being spread so that Angelus could situate his lower body between them. Angelus slid up his body until William could look into chocolate brown eyes brimming with lust. He watched as the vampire lowered his head and placed a soft kiss to his lips. Without thought, William’s hands reached up to pull down the head above him, crushing the cool lips to his warm ones. His lips parted as he felt his lover’s tongue sweep slowly across his lips.

Angelus teased him playfully, first licking, then withdrawing; never fully engaging in the kiss. William groaned his frustration and tangled his hand in the long hair as he pulled his lover’s mouth to his firmly, leaving no room for teasing. He smiled seductively into William’s mouth. Loosening his hold on Angelus’ head, he focused on the waves of pleasure pooling in his spine, his stomach, and his groin. William moaned as the older man increased the pressure on his mouth. He felt like he was being devoured, even mauled, but he loved it. His own hands wandered down to Angelus’ shoulders before brushing down the hard body to grasp his hips. He pressed his lover’s hips down to meet his thrust and couldn’t help moaning into Angelus’ mouth at the contact.

Brown eyes, filled with promise, stared at blue. William was breathing hard, but he couldn’t take his gaze at the handsome face above him. He lifted his head, trying to capture his luscious mouth again...wanting…needing the contact with the man he was coming to adore with all his being. As his mouth came closer to retake his lips, William whispered, “Angelus…”

At the soft words, the vampire lowered his head and placed a tender kiss to the tip of his nose. He loved kissing Angelus. Expecting his full lips to return to his, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed when instead he felt a kiss to his cheek. He sighed when he felt the mouth he wanted move slowly to his earlobe, taking a gentle nip of the soft flesh. He felt the moist tongue down the side of his neck, nipping playfully at the exposed skin. William turned his head sideways, exposing it more for Angelus’ attention. He had been surprised to discover that his neck was extremely sensitive, and he loved it when Angelus nuzzled it for long moments. The nipping and licking sent bolts of electricity through his body; the sensations going straight to his cock, now rock hard and wanting attention. He moved his small hands from Angelus’ hips and placed them on his pale, rounded cheeks. Pressing down, he raised up from the bed, rubbing his cock again his lover.

The vampire continued suckling at William’s neck, ignoring the boy’s need. “Angelus, please…” In response to his plea, Angelus ground his hips into William, but continued licking his neck. Determined to get what he wanted he spread his legs farther apart and brought them on either side of the man in his arms. He wrapped his legs around his waist, locking him in his embrace by crossing his ankles. He pressed down, digging his heels into the soft flesh of his lover’s ass so that their cocks pressed together.

“Will…” he heard whispered softly in his ear. “Will…that is what I’ll call you…my sweet Will.”

He melted at the way this shortened version of his name rolled across the Irishman’s tongue. “Yes, your Will…always your Will.” William was lost in the heady emotions tumbling through his heart. God, help me, but I want this man with a desperation and need I’ve never felt.

“Love me Angelus…please love me…never leave me.”

“I’ll never leave you, my sweet Will…you are mine!” Angelus ground his hips and swollen cock into William before rolling him over. William released his leg hold on the vampire as they rolled. He felt the large hands travel down his back, grazing over his sweat-slicked skin. They paused on his ass, massaging and caressing the pale cheeks. His hips began to rise and lower against those hands above him and the cock below.

“Please Angelus…I need…you…please…I…want…”

“I know what you want and need my boy.”

William quivered as he felt one long finger slip between the crease of his cheeks and with tantalizing slowness, tracing the curve. When the digit paused over his opening, he raised his ass in the air. He hissed in anticipation at the feel of the finger at his entrance, circling the pucker, causing it to contract.

“Angelus,” he keened. “Please…I need…I need you…inside me…please…don’t make me wait…”

“My innocent boy…” Angelus continued teasing his opening, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes,” William panted. “I want to feel you inside me. I’m ready…” William was crying with need.

“No my Will. You aren’t ready yet…but I can wait until you are ready. I can wait for an eternity.”

Disappointed at the reply, he moved to roll off of the body underneath him, but the strong arms wouldn’t let him. Rolling the boy so he was lying on his side, the arms dragged him closer – chest to back, ass to groin. Angelus pressed into William, and the boy pushed back, feeling the hard organ against his ass.

Feeling the arms release him, he tried to turn. He wanted to burrow back into those arms, but tender words stopped him. “Will…roll onto your stomach for me…please.” He did as was asked. He felt gentle hands slip between his legs, spreading them. “Raise your hips for me.” As he lifted up, he felt a pillow being slipped under them, elevating his hips off the bed. “Angelus…yes…”

The body covered him; he felt his lover’s organ push gently between his cheeks as words were whispered in his ear. “Shhh…trust me Will…I’ll make you feel better…Do you want to soar?” William could do nothing more than nod into the pillow. He felt lips, tongue, teeth move down his body. He pressed into the pillow, the linen covering rubbing against his aching cock. He felt teeth nibbling on his cheeks and he raised his ass to the mouth.

He shivered when he felt something moist slip between his crease and travel down. The pointed tongue circled and probed his opening. William could feel it quiver and contract at the attention. He felt hands on his cheeks now, pulling them apart. He felt the tongue probe his opening, entering. “Relax Will…let me in.” William tried to relax at this strange intrusion. He felt a large hand run gently up and down his back as his body calmed at the touch. Pulling the cheeks apart again, Angelus slipped his tongue in the now moist opening. William’s body trembled at the feeling of the tongue entering his hole. It felt so different from Angelus’ finger. It was soft and moist, but firm at the same time. He felt it exploring inside of him and he started moving his hips against it. Angelus fucked the innocent boy with his tongue, until he was begging and pleading, “More…Angelus…I need more…not enough…”

Opening his eyes when he felt his ass empty, he felt the bed shift and an arm snake up into his line of sight. He followed the movement of the arm as it reached for a glass container sitting on the table next to the bed.

He tried to look behind him but all he could see was Angelus kneeling between his spread legs. He heard the cork being popped from the glass bottle and hands being rubbed together. “Angelus…”

“Shhh Will…relax…just feel…enjoy what I’m going to do to you.” His lover whispered. He jerked when he felt liquid being poured on his warm cheeks, hands spreading the liquid across his ass, some escaping and some running between cheeks and down his ass. He felt a finger slip into his crease again, only this time it wasn’t dry, but slick with the liquid…it felt like oil. He moaned at the new sensation. Starting at the top, the finger slowly, tenderly trailed down, following the curve of his ass. Like the tongue, the finger lightly brushed over the opening and it contracted again. The finger circled the opening teasing it, making it quiver. William rose up for more contact, but the finger continued at its own pace. William whined, wanting it in him…needing it in him. He felt it withdraw and he sagged back down on the pillow, but then the finger returned to its teasing. He groaned in frustration at the torment. It went on like that, William rising to the touch and the touch being removed until he lowered his body.

“Angelus…please! No more teasing.” He was surprised at the demanding tone in his voice. He was worried that he made his lover mad, until he heard a chuckle behind him.

“My poor impatient boy…okay, I’ll give you what you want…what you so desperately need.”

“Yes, please…I can’t take anymore.”

He could feel Angelus slowly enter him, finally. As the slick finger slipped into his tight sheath, he moved back onto the digit. He felt a hand on his hip, stilling him. Angelus’ finger started moving in and out of him with ease, pulling almost all the way out, and then sliding back in as far as it would go. He moved slowly, sped up, and slowed again. He felt a second finger, as slick as the one already inside him, slide in. When the fingers in him didn’t move, William thrust back, fucking himself on Angelus’ digits. He moved slowly, hesitantly at first in a gentle rhythm, but he was soon up on his hands and knees, moving faster, back and forth, panting and gasping. As he pushed against the fingers, he felt them graze something inside of him and he groaned loudly.

William was lost in the sensations, and begged. “Please…more…I need more…” He didn’t know what he was asking for, but he knew he needed something more. He felt a third finger being added gently. His eyes widened as his ass stretched at the addition. Tentatively he started moving again.

“That’s it Will…fuck yourself for me…I can’t tell you what it’s doing to me watching you fuck yourself on my fingers.”

Spurred on by the husky words from his lover, he sped up. “Touch me, Angelus, please…touch me.” When he didn’t feel a touch on his cock, he slowed down and looked behind him questioningly. He felt the fingers being removed from his ass.

Not understanding what was going on or what he did wrong to make his lover withdraw he asked, “Angelus?” He watched as the older man crawled up to the top of the bed on his hands and knees and laid on this back.

“Come here Will.”

Like a cat, he moved on all fours toward his waiting lover, in excited anticipation to what was coming next.

“Turn around, Will. Face the end of the bed and back up for me.”

Confused, William did as he was asked until he was straddling Angelus’ chest. Looking down he saw his lover’s hard, weeping shaft below him. He licked his lips anxiously waiting, uncertain of what would come next.

He felt cool hands on his thighs as he was encouraged to move closer to Angelus. He shivered when he felt a hand around his cock. He felt questing fingers once again teasing his opening – one finger, two fingers, and then the fullness as a third finger penetrated his stretched hole. His shaft jerked at he felt cool lips press up against the sensitive head. The moist mouth soon enveloped the head, lips caressing it, tongue teasing it as the fingers moved within him. The pleasure coursing through his body was almost too much to bear. He was burning, being consumed, and even if he could, he didn’t know if he wanted stop the assault on his senses…on his body.

He lowered his head and took the shaft waiting for him into his mouth, sweeping his tongue across the head, gathering up the essence that that his lover. He heard a moan from the man below him and he felt the cock twitch as he closed his lips over it. Angelus pumped his hips, pushing the shaft farther into his waiting mouth. With one hand, he grasped it around the base as he’d seen Angelus do to him.

Fingers continued to move within him as the mouth continued to suck his cock. He laved Angelus’ cock more quickly using tongue and teeth. His arm was shaking from supporting the entire weight of his body. He could feel his balls tightening and the now familiar clenching of his stomach. He knew he was going to need to find his release soon. He tried to disengage himself, fighting it, not wanting this ecstasy to end – wanting it go on forever. He felt the tip of his own cock hit the back of Angelus’ throat and he thought he heard purring coming from his lover. Then he felt it, a vibration rocking his over-sensitized shaft and before he knew what happened he was erupting violently into the mouth around his cock. He could feel Angelus swallow his seed as he came and came, his body shuddering.

As he came, to took Angelus deeper into his mouth, deeper than he had done before. It was easier this time. As he moved on the organ, he stroked it, fist following mouth, up and down, gripping it harder. Reaching the head, he dug the tip of his tongue in the small slit, eliciting an moan from the man below him who continued to suck and lick his own softening cock. As he moved back down the vampire’s shaft, mouth following hand, he scraped his teeth gently down the side. Hips pressed up hard, a growl rumbling deeply as Angelus shot his load into his warm mouth. He swallowed quickly, not wanting any of his lover’s seed to escape his greedy mouth.

His ass throbbed as he felt long fingers being slowly withdrawn from his hole. He felt the cool mouth release his now soft cock. He continued licking and sucking on Angelus’ cock. He felt strong hand on his body, as they turned him around and dragged to lie next to the large body.

Breathless, he gasped, “That was just…is that what it will be like when…you know…we…”

“No Will, it will be even better. I promise.”

“I don’t know how, that was just…incredible.”

Angelus chuckled, dropping a kiss to his forehead, the tip of his nose, and then placing a long, lazy kiss on his swollen lips. Kissing his lover back, William was surprised to feel a stirring in his loins and a fluttering in his belly. When Angelus pulled away, William tried to retake the cool lips. Angelus placed a finger over the bruised mouth and William grinned, drawing it between his lips. He heard a sigh and a moan escape the lips he wanted to kiss again.

“My boy, you are incorrigible. I think you just may be the death of me.” He pulled his finger from the mouth. “I hate to do this, but I think it’s time to take you home.”

“Why, I thought…I mean…I was hoping to stay…please Angelus…I don’t want to leave.”

“I know my boy. I don’t want you to leave either.” Looking out the bedroom window at the coming sunrise, “I have some business to take care of this morning. Besides, you need your rest. You have a long awaited meeting this evening.”

“But…”

“No Will. Remember what we talked about? You need to do this. I don’t want you to, but I know it’s something you have to do. You have to be sure it’s me you want. As I said before, once you make your decision, you are mine and I won’t let you go under any circumstance. Do you understand?”

William nodded, the possessive tone sending a thrill right through his body to his cock. I’ll go meet this person. Talk to them, thank them for the flowers and lovely notes. I’ll tell them what their gifts meant to me, but I’ve since met someone else who now has my heart. Looking at his lover, he asked, “Will I see you tonight? Please…”

“If that is what you wish. I’ll be here waiting for you. Now up with you. We need to get you home before your mother discovers her boy missing.” William felt a light slap on his bare ass as Angelus got out of bed. Standing up, he looked around for his clothes, finding his shirt in tatters. Looking up at Angelus, he held up the shirt. The older man walked to his closet and withdrew one of his shirts. “I know it will be big, but it’s better than going home bare-chested.

William put the shirt on his slim body, and it hung on him. Cuffing the sleeves, he pulled on his trousers, not bothering to tuck the long shirt in. Once dressed, both men descended the stairs. Angelus helped William with his jacket. Calling to his servant, they waited for the carriage to be brought around.

Ensconced in the coach, William sat next to Angelus, still tingling from the pleasure he experienced at the hands and mouth of his lover. He wished the night didn’t have to end. As he sat next to Angelus, he ran his hand up and down the muscular thigh next to him, loving the feel of the muscles beneath the fabric. The rode in silence, no words needed. Angelus dropped occasional kisses to the top of his head as his arm tightened around his shoulders. For the first time he felt wanted…needed…loved. Oh, he knew his mother loved him, but it was this feeling…this feeling of raw need that Angelus evoked from him that he never knew. It made him different…stronger…bolder. He couldn’t wait to get tonight over with. Then he could return to the man that made his heart sing, his heart pound. He looked up at his lover in the darkness, only able to make out a faint outline of his face. With a need he couldn’t describe, he removed his hand from the thigh and shifted in his seat, moving around to straddle Angelus’ lap. He could see his handsome face now, clearly. His heart pounded against his chest as he touched the face that was now a burned into his brain.

With no more hesitation, secure in his feelings for this man and his for him, he wrapped his fingers in the long hair, holding on securely as he smashed his lips to Angelus. Hands he longed to touch him, grabbed him by his hip, pulling him closer. Their tongues danced together in the dark, jostling coach as it rolled through the streets of London, taking William to a place he no longer considered home. Angelus was his home now.

All too soon the carriage slowed. Angelus moved to open the door, but William stopped him, not wanting the evening to end, not wanting these feelings, this closeness to go away. “Please Angelus…can’t we just return to your house. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to meet this person.” He was desperate now. “I just want you. I know that and nothing, no one will ever change my mind.”

“I’d like nothing better, Will, but we’ve already discussed this.” He unlocked the boy’s arms from around his neck and shifted him off his lap. Opening the door, he stepped out and held his hand for William, who took it and exited the coach. Walking up to the door, the men kissed, one more desperately than the other. “Go Will…I’ll see you later tonight?” William watched forlornly as the man he knew he loved walked away toward the waiting coach. He didn’t go into the house until the carriage was out of sight. With tears forming in his eyes, he went inside and up to his room.

~Part: 12~

William stepped out of the coach and stood there, watching it roll away. He wanted so desperately to call it back. Wanted to tell the driver to take him somewhere else. Not to his mother’s house. He wanted to return to Angelus. If he couldn’t be there, he rather be anywhere but here, standing in front of this building – Brown’s Hotel, est. 1837 – that is what the large sign in front said. Why am I here? At one time he was so excited about this moment – the time when he would finally meet his mysterious admirer. Now he didn’t care. Why did Angelus insist that I come? I wouldn’t want him meeting someone.

With a heavy heart, he approached the main doors. A smartly dressed doorman tipped his hat and pulled one side open. William’s nose was assaulted by the almost overpowering scent of flowers. Huge bouquets were set on gilded tables throughout the lobby. In spite of his anxiety, his poet’s eye scanned the room. The walls were paneled with dark polished wood. Sumptuous red velvet chairs and settees were placed in small groups where the guests could talk before dining. Although candles were plentiful throughout the room, there were a few incandescent lamps near the front desk. He had seen them in homes he had visited. They gave off far less light than candles. He preferred candlelight; it softened harsh lines. Angelus had pointed out…Suddenly he remembered why he was here and his entire body tensed. A man approached him.

“May I help you sir? Are you meeting someone this evening?”

“Yes. My name is William Montgomery.”

“Ah yes. We have been expecting you. Your party is waiting for you in one of our private rooms. Please, follow me.”

His feet moved of their volition. His mind was somewhere else – back at his new home, wrapped up in the arms of Angelus. Angelus – his lover. Angelus – the man who opened up his world. The only person he wanted to be with – not here meeting some stranger who no longer meant anything to him.

The man stopped in front of a door. He opened it and turned to William smiling. His entire body coiled tightly, he entered and lowered his head trying to get himself under control. The carpet was thick, luxurious, a dark green. Looking up, his eyes glanced around the room. The walls were covered in pale green silk wallpaper, threaded with gold. Golden sconces on the wall holding flickering candles provided light. Deep red roses had been placed all around the room on the sideboard and several smaller tables. Their fragrance was subtle yet powerful. There, across the room was a table set for two – the finest china, long, tapered candles, and a smaller vase filled with the same deep red roses. There at the table, a stranger waited. William’s feet moved, drawing him closer. He was looking everywhere, at anything but at the person waiting to meet him.

Approaching the table, he looked down at his feet. He had to will himself to look up. He didn’t want to – he had to fight his urge to flee. Might as well get this over with. Then I can return to Angelus. When he looked up, he was awash with confusion. Sitting at the table wasn’t a stranger – it was Angelus – smiling. William smiled back. He came, but why is he here? Did he come to take me away? Did he change his mind? Maybe he thinks I shouldn’t meet this person after all. So he came, confronted this person. Told them to leave. William felt his heart swell.

“Hello Will,” Angelus greeted him.

“Angelus?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“But…what are you doing here?” He was confused. Something started niggling in the back of his mind, telling him this was wrong – so wrong.

“You haven’t figured it out, Will?”

“Figured out what? Did you tell this person to leave? Did you change your mind and decide that I shouldn’t meet them after all?”

“No, Will I didn’t.”

“Then, what…” Then it hit him like a thunderbolt. “You…”

“Yes.”

“You are the one…the one that has been sending me the notes and flowers?”

“Yes, Will. It was I.”

“But why…I mean…” The shock was wearing off. Memories cascaded though his mind. The first note and flowers…the second delivery…going to the park…meeting Angelus…more deliveries…Angelus befriending him…seducing him…making him…”

“NO!!”

“Yes.”

“But…but…why?” William stepped back, shaking as Angelus approached him. The vampire took his hand. William pulled it out of his grip. Angelus reached for him again, but William just backed up farther.

“It was just a game to you wasn’t it? Did Percy put you up to this? Was this a “let’s have a spot of fun with poor William?” That’s what it was - wasn’t it? Nothing but a cruel joke.”

“God, no Will. I don’t even know this Percy fellow you speak of.”

“I don’t believe you! I confided in you. You knew I didn’t want to meet this person – you knew that I had feelings for you. But you were just playing me…” God he wanted to run. His heart was breaking. He thought he could feel it breaking it hurt so much.

“Please Will, let me explain.”

“No, I don’t need an explanation. I wouldn’t believe anything you had to tell me.”

“Will, I saw you at a party. Your beauty struck me. I was about to approach you, but then I saw what Percy and his friends did you to. Before I could reach you, you ran out. I followed.”

William didn’t want to hear. He covered his ears to drown out the voice.

Angelus tried to continue, but William wasn’t listening. Angelus put his hand on William’s arm, but he twisted away.

His beautiful face contorted with hurt and his voice shrill with fury, he lashed out at his former lover. “How could you do this? You told me to trust you and I did. I was such a fool!”

“Will, please, I…I” The vampire desperately tried again to talk to the boy but he refused to hear his words.

“Leave me alone. I don’t want to see you ever again. You can go and tell Percy that his joke worked. You all can have your laugh now.” William turned around and fled the room, blinded by tears, his chest hurting. He felt like he was dying…a part of him was dying.

William ran out of the room into the lobby. People were staring at him, but he didn’t care. He had to get out of here. He was out on the street, looking for a Hansom cab. Seeing one, he ran to it – gave the driver his address, and climbed in. As the coach rolled away, he saw Angelus exit the hotel. His “friend” stood there and watched as the carriage roll away.

Before the cab came to a complete stop, William bounded out of the coach, threw money at the driver and ran inside the house. Breathless, he leaned against the door. Frightened that Angelus might follow he went into the sitting room and looked out the window. He started when he heard his mother’s voice, “William? What’s wrong?”

Turning to his mother, “Nothing mother. I’m just not feeling very well. I think I’ll just go upstairs. I’m tired…so very tired.”

Hearing a carriage approach, he saw Angelus get out. Turning back to his mother, “Mother, do me a favor please. That’s Angelus. Could you just tell him I’m not feeling well. Please?”

“Yes, William of course. Whatever you say.”

As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the knock at the door. Stepping away so he couldn’t be seen, he listened as his mother answered the door. “Good even Mrs. Montgomery. I was wondering if William might be in?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sullivan. William’s not feeling well. I’m sure if you come back later, you can see him then.”

“I really need to see him. Please…We had an argument, you see. I’m afraid I wasn’t very good at stating my case. I really need to talk to him.”

From upstairs, William prayed to whatever deity would listen to him. Please don’t let him in; please don’t let him in, please don’t let him in. He released a huge sigh of relief when he heard his mother apologize to Angelus.

“I’m sorry Mr. Sullivan, but you’ll just have to come back tomorrow. I’m sure it’s not so horrible that it can’t wait.” William heard the door closed. Some of the tension in his body dissipated leaving him exhausted. He stumbled into his room.
 

Angelus stormed from the house, going back to the waiting carriage. He paused before he getting in. Telling the driver to wait, he went over to the side of the house and once again climbed the trellis to the balcony outside of William’s room. He watched him – his beautiful boy – as he paced the room. He saw his shoulders shake as he buried his face in the pillow, muffling his cries. Angelus wanted to break through the glass doors and take his boy in his arms and make him listen, but he didn’t. He continued to stand in the shadows and just watched.

He saw William roll over on the bed and grab his journal and the pile of notes from the nightstand. One by one, William took the notes out of their envelopes and read them. When he finished one, he tore it to shreds. He did the same to every note he had sent. Something stabbed him, deep inside, when William took the dried flowers that were pressed between the pages of the journal and crumpled the brittle petals until they were nothing but dust. With an angry sweep of his arms, the torn paper went flying in the air and settled on the floor.

The vampire just stood there, watching as his boy started crying again. The sound of Will’s tears pierced his unbeating heart. Assailed by emotions he had long thought buried, he stood riveted as his beautiful boy cried himself into a restless sleep. Angelus remained there, watching as William tossed and turned all night, crying out in his dreams. He lingered as long as his could, but soon his skin started prickling at the coming sunrise. Having no other choice, he jumped from the balcony. The carriage was long gone, so he walked quickly back to his empty house, his mind in turmoil.

The next day, William woke. He didn’t want to get out of bed. He wanted to stay there and just die. He had never hurt like this before. Hearing the knock at his door, he knew it was his mother coming to check on him.

“Come in mother.”

“William, how are you? It’s after two o’clock and you haven’t been downstairs. Are you just now waking up? Are you still feeling ill?”

“I’m sorry mother. Yes, I’m still not feeling well.”

She walked over the bed, placing her hand on his forehead. “Well you don’t appear to have a fever. Should I call a doctor?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll be fine. I just need some rest I think.” No doctor on this earth could help him. How do you heal a broken heart and a devastated spirit?

“Well if you are sure. I’ll leave you to get your rest.” She walked to the door. “Oh, I almost forgot. This note was delivered for you.”

William stiffened, but took the envelope from his mother. “Who delivered it?”

“Just a delivery boy. I don’t know whom it’s from. Do you?”

“I have an idea. Thank you mother.”

He waited until she left the room and then looked down at the envelope in his trembling hands. He knew who it was from – his name in the now familiar handwriting. He turned it over and saw the seal. Taking it in his fingers, he was about to tear it up, but had another idea.

After getting dressed, he looked in a mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, and the pale skin around them was red and puffy. Leaving his room, he went downstairs and out into the afternoon. He stopped the first delivery boy he could find. He gave the young boy a few coins and instructions on where to deliver the note. After the boy took off, William went back home.

Angelus, still in last night’s clothes, sat in his chair with a tumbler of Jameson’s dangling precariously from his fingers. Bringing the glass up to his mouth, he gulped down the contents. Getting up to refill his glass, he heard a knock at the door.

Knowing it was William, he hurried to the door. Opening it carefully, making sure the light didn’t hit him, he saw that it wasn’t William – it was a small boy.

“Yes?” He growled.

“I have a delivery for Mr. Sullivan. Would that be you sir?”

“Yes, I’m Mr. Sullivan. You have a delivery for me? Well where it is boy?”

The boy handed the envelope to him with a shaking hand. Giving the boy a few coins, he slammed the door in his face.

He looked down and saw that it was the note he had sent to William, unopened – unread. Damn that boy!! He strode angrily into the sitting room. He slammed the note on the table with his hand – the force almost splintering the wood. Going over to the bar, he grabbed the whiskey bottle, not bothering with a glass and threw himself back into his chair, drinking the fiery liquid straight from the bottle. What am I to do now? I didn’t expect the boy to be this stubborn. I surely didn’t expect his intense reaction when I revealed that I was the mysterious admirer. Damn him! I’ll make him listen to me. He’s mine and it’s about time he knows that! Seething with anger, he threw the bottle of whiskey into the fireplace, never hearing the shattering of the glass.

When the sun had set, Angelus grabbed his coat and left the house. Getting his anger under control, he approached the house and knocked on the door. When the door opened, he saw that it was William. He opened his mouth to speak, but William beat him to it.

“Angelus, what are you doing here? I thought I made myself clear. I do not want to see you.”

“Listen to me William, let me explain. You didn’t give me a chance.”

“Give you a chance? You had plenty of chances. How long have we known each other?”

“Will…”

“No, Angelus. I told you I didn’t want to see you, and I don’t think I ever want to see you again.”

Really angry now, “William…you are mine! I told you that. I will never let you go.”

“I don’t see where you have a choice. You lost the right when you decided to play your little game. No go and don’t ever come back.”

Angelus stood there stunned as the door was slammed in his face. Cursing, he slammed his fist into the door with such force that he could hear bones crunch in his hand. Yelling to the closed door, “I won’t let you go that easily my boy. YOU ARE MINE!! Do you hear me?” Hitting the door a few more times, he strode away from the house.

William stood on the other side of the door, shaking violently. He winced when he heard Angelus hit it. He felt the door vibrate under the force. Tears streaming down his face, he listened as Angelus yelled for him. I was yours Angelus. Didn’t you know that? Why did you have to play your games? I was yours…I was yours. Running upstairs, he slammed his bedroom door and threw himself on the bed.

Angelus stormed through the streets unaware of the terrified faces watching him pass. He did not know how long he walked until his skin tingled at the approaching dawn. He hailed a cab and went home. He spent the day in the parlour drinking. He tried to avoid glancing at the settee; the settee where he sat with William. He would look away only to see the straight chair where he had posed the boy, his clothes loosed, his face flushed. He brooded and paced, until he fell into a drunken sleep

The next evening he tried once more to see William, but his mother said that he was not at home. Furious, he wanted to grab the woman and break her neck, anything to gain access to his obsession. He thrust his flowers for William into her hands and hurried away. He raged through the streets seeking victims to assuage his wrath. He chose only young slender men who happened into his path. Dragging them into an alley, he drained them, crushed their necks viciously and threw them aside. He didn’t know how many he had eaten but he still hungered; hungered for the touch of a young poet.

~Part: 13~

The next few days were a blur for William. He only left the house when he had too. He barely came downstairs anymore. In fact, he rarely got out of bed anymore. His mother had given up on trying to get him to come out. He felt guilty about worrying her, but he just wanted to be left alone – alone to remember when he was happy for the first time in his life.

He knew that Angelus tried for a few days to see him, but his mother always turned him away. He didn’t even attempt to answer the door. He didn’t want to see him, too afraid that he’d give in and run into Angelus’ arms. I hope he hurts just as much as I. No, I hope he hurts more than I do. Why did he do it? How could someone be so cruel to another person; a person they had been with so intimately? Did he feel nothing? I can’t believe that. I know how his body reacted to my touch, to my mouth, to my…

There was a soft knock at his door. Wiping his eyes, “Come in mother.”

“William, I’m so worried about you. You stay up here all day; you barely eat anything. I wish you’d tell me what was going on. I want to help.”

“You can’t help me mother. Please don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I just need some time. Please give me that time.”

“But William it’s been days. Mr. Sullivan has been here several times, but you refuse to see him. I know you two had an argument. You should talk to him, work it out.”

“Argument…is that what he told you?”

“Yes, was it something else?”

“I thought it was mother, but I was wrong. I don’t want to see him. I’m sorry to put you in the middle of this. but I can’t see him. I know you don’t understand. But trust me, please?”

“I do William. I’ll trust your judgment. Before I forget. You know my friend, Mrs. Michaels? I believe you went to school with her son, Brett?”

“Yes, how is she?”

“She’s fine. She’s having a party and sent an invitation for you.”

“Mother, I’m not up to parties right now.”

“William, she’s a very good friend of mine. You have to go. She’ll be offended if you don’t. I insist that you go.”

Giving up, “Okay, I’ll go. When is the party?”

“It’s tomorrow night. You need to be there by seven o’clock. It’s an engagement party for Brett. Maybe you’ll meet someone…a nice girl.”

“Mother, meeting a nice girl or anyone is the last thing I need or want right now.”

“Well William, you never know when you’ll meet your heart’s desire.”

I already have, and I no longer have a heart to give to anyone. “I promise I’ll go. I’d like to be alone now.” He lay back down and rolled to his side as he heard his mother leave the room.
 

William arrived at the party and offered his congratulations to the newly engaged couple. Walking slowly through the crowd, he nodded and smiled at the same people who were always in attendance at these affairs, except for the one person he wouldn’t admit that he was looking for. He made small talk as he made his way across the room, answering inquiries regarding his mother. No one asked about him, but they never did. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. God, he didn’t want to be here.

A loud, booming laugh caught his attention; it was familiar. Turning his head, he saw him enter the room. Their eyes met and they stared at each other, as William’s heart started pounding. What was I thinking in coming here? I should have known he’d be here. Apparently he’s invited to all the same parties. He looked frantically for an exit, but Angelus was standing in the only doorway. He panicked as he saw him start towards him. Before he could disappear, his “lover” was standing in front of him.

He smiled at him. “Hello, Will. How are you?”

“Angelus. I’m fine, thank you.” Oh God. He is… William blinked several times and tried to smile but failed. The man stood close and he could barely keep his hands from reaching out. His touch…his hands on me…everywhere. How can he stand there and talk to me as if nothing was wrong. Has he no heart?

“Well, it was good to see you.” William was stunned as Angelus walked away. He went to follow him, but pulled up short. No, what am I thinking. Turning, he walked in the opposite direction into a hallway. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, willing his trembling body to still. After several moments he composed himself and returned to the main room. He hovered on the edges of conversations going on around him, but his attention was continuously drawn elsewhere. His eyes sought Angelus, following him around the room as he flirted with the women and talked to the men.

He saw Angelus looking his way, and he quickly averted his eyes. When he returned his gaze, Angelus was gone. Glancing around the room, he found him, talking and laughing with another group of people. He just stared, recalling the times when Angelus would give him all his attention, when he would make the older man laugh. William knew he changed when Angelus became his friend; he became confident. God, I miss him. I want him talking and laughing with me. I want his hand on my arm; his eyes looking at me. As he continued to stare at the handsome man, he recalled their conversations about art and poetry. He learned so much from this man; the only person in his life, outside of his mother, who had ever thought he had anything of value to say. Angelus had not only opened doors into the world of fine art, he had introduced him to new experiences physically. William felt himself blushing as he remembered what they had done only days ago in bed. Tears sprang at his memories. Forcing himself back to the present, he turned and stepped out onto the terrace. I will not let him see how he still can upset me. I won’t give him that power over me. I’m not the same person he met such a short time ago. I have changed. I am stronger. He knew why, it was because of the man he was trying to wipe unsuccessfully from his mind.

Hearing someone approach the doors outside, he slid into the shadows, not wanting to be seen. Just his luck, the person stepping onto the terrace was Angelus and he wasn’t alone – Percy was with him. William felt as if someone punched him in the stomach. He bit back a gasp. How could he even associate with him – Percy of all people. He held his breath as he listened to them talk. At first they talked about nothing important. He could see Percy was fairly glowing under the older man’s attention. Angelus was smiling at Percy, the way he used to smile at him. He was talking to Percy the way he used to talk to him.

Jealousy roared within William. He wanted to reveal himself and push Percy away, putting his claim on Angelus. He wanted to let Percy know that Angelus was his and that he would never be good enough for him, but he didn’t. He remained silent, standing in the shadows, enduring the torture of seeing the man he adored spending time with another man, a man he passionately hated.

The conversation turned to a personal nature, and William strained to hear every word. As he listened, jealousy burned through his entire body. Then he heard something that ripped him apart. Angelus asked Percy if he would pose for a sketch. He told the preening young man how his features had drawn the artist in him and that was why he approached him tonight. William couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Angelus actually invited Percy over to his house for dinner soon. Of course he accepted the invitation excitedly and said that he’d be honored to have Angelus to sketch him.

William thought that Angelus couldn’t hurt him anymore than he already had, but he was so wrong. Slipping from the shadows, he saw the steps that led out onto the lawn. As quietly as he could he fled, holding back a cry as he ran into the night.

Turning his head when he heard the cry, Angelus smiled. He knew it would work just as he planned when he saw William walk out here. Angelus ignored the man in front of him now. He was no longer needed, but he served his purpose well.

Interrupting Percy in mid-sentence, he made his excuses. “I’m sorry Percy, there is something that I just remembered I needed to do tonight. I’ll send a note around about dinner.” He knew he had no intention of doing that, but the fop in front of him didn’t. He’d have a long wait for that invitation. He walked into the dark garden and followed the direction his boy went, picking up his scent along the way.

William ran, tears blurring his vision, trying to find a Hansom for hire to take him home. He didn’t see one, but he noticed a large, cobbled courtyard across the street – a carriage barn. He would surely find a cabbie willing to take one final fare. There were no cabs parked outside. He saw light streaming beneath a door in the building so he entered. A few horses raised their heads and whinnied, but no grooms were about. He stood for a moment, brushing the tears from his eyes, trying to focus. Seeing an open door at the rear of the barn, he slowly trudged toward it. It led into an alley filled with hay. Exhausted physically and emotionally, he stumbled and fell onto one of the bales. Lost in his heartbreak, he never heard someone approach him.

Feeling a cool hand on his, William looked up, tears running down his face. He sat there as a thumb came up and wiped them away. He closed his eyes at the touch. God, I’ve missed his touch. He can make me feel so alive.

“Will…what are you doing out here? I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“You are a liar, Angelus.” He spat out. “You weren’t looking for me. You were too busy making plans with Percy. How could you do that?”

“What was I supposed to do Will? You refused to see me. You sent my letters back. You wouldn’t let me explain. You told me you never wanted to see me again. So I decided it was best to just move on.”

“Move on? Just like that? Am I so easy to throw to away? Did what we have mean nothing to you?”

“I didn’t throw you way Will.”

“You did when you didn’t tell me about your little game. You…you…hurt me Angelus. You hurt me more than I’ve ever been hurt before.”

“I know I did Will. I handled the whole situation badly.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me it was you sending the notes and flowers? Why the secrecy unless you were having a lark at my expense? You must have thought I was some kind of fool. Were you laughing behind my back at how easy I fell for your machinations? Was this just a way to see how fast shy, inexperienced William could be seduced?”

“No Will, it was never like that. You have to believe me.”

“Well I don’t. Why should I?”

He felt Angelus take his hands, and he pulled them from his hold. “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you to touch me ever again.”

“That’s a lie Will, and you know it.”

“It is not.”

“Are you sure Will? Don’t you miss my touch, my kisses? Don’t you miss the way I make you feel when I take you in my arms?”

“No, I don’t. I don’t think about you at all anymore.”

“That’s another lie. So you feel nothing when I do this?” Angelus reached out and ran his fingers down the side of his face, along the curve of his jaw. Not being able to help himself, he trembled at the touch as he unconsciously leaned into it.

“And you feel nothing when I do this?” Angelus pulled the young man up and into his arms. He tilted his chin up and placed a soft kiss to his lips. Weakly, William murmured, “Don’t Angelus…please…don’t.”

“Why not Will? If you feel nothing then what does it matter?” Angelus kissed him again, this time parting his lips and slipping his tongue in. William moaned. Breaking the kiss, William put his hands against the broad chest and tried to push the man holding him away.

Angelus tightened his embrace. “Will, why fight it. We belong together. You belong to me. I know that and so do you.”

“No…I…don’t. I used to think so, but no longer.”

“There you go again – lying to me and to yourself. Your body knows the truth and so does your heart. You just have to listen to them.”

“I did that already and you lied to me. I opened myself up to you Angelus and what did I get in return? Nothing…nothing but a broken heart”

“Let me heal your heart Will. You will never find anyone else that will make you feel the way I can make you feel…that can give you the pleasures that I can.”

“You think awfully high of yourself, Angelus. I bet I could find someone.” He knew he was lying, but he wasn’t going to tell Angelus he was right.

“That is where you are mistaken, my naïve friend. Terribly mistaken.”

“My only mistake was ever meeting you and letting myself…” William closed his mouth, wincing at what he almost admitted out loud.

Angelus looked down at him, knowingly. “Letting yourself what, Will? Come, tell me what’s in your mind, what you know is in your heart. You don’t really regret meeting me. You are lying to yourself again, Will.”

“No, you’re the one who lies. You keep secrets. Lovers are not supposed to…” William stopped when he realized what he said and hung his head.

“You see William? Your heart is speaking. It knows that you and I are lovers; that we are meant to be together.” Angelus spoke quietly, moving closer. He could see that the boy’s anger had gone and only grief and loss remained. The vampire lifted the boy’s chin and kissed the tears that flowed freely down his face. “My beloved boy.” He drew him to his chest and whispered into his hair.

William raised his head and Angelus kissed his eyes. The boy trembled and a final sob wracked his slender body as he embraced the man he adored. “Love me Angelus. Love me forever. I’m only alive when I am with you. I’ll die if you leave me.”

“I’ll never leave you Will.” Angelus tenderly kissed the boy’s face holding him tightly in his arms. He hardened at the nearness of this precious child and worried that it might frighten him.

William tightened his arms around on his lover and smiled up at him. “I see what being near to me does to you Angelus. I thought I was powerless, but I see that I am not.”

Angelus was at first startled by the wanton comment and then he laughed. “God Will. You thrill me so.” He sobered and whispered. “I want you Will.”

Emboldened by the passion in Angelus’ voice and his own desperate need, William caressed the hardened cock. “Now Angelus. Take me now. Don’t make me wait any longer, please…”

The vampire lifted the boy and carried him into the barn. Putting him down, he quickly looked around. They were alone except for the horses. He grabbed a blanket from one of the stalls and led William into a vacant stall. He laid the blanket down and sat looking up at the boy. He raised his arms. “Come to me, my beautiful boy.”

William knelt before him, his face full of love and need. Angelus removed the boy’s coat and began to unfasten his shirt, kissing the pale chest as he undid each button. William began to moan at once. The vampire pushed him to the blanket and quickly removed his boots and stockings, licking his feet, taking his toes into his mouth.

“Oh God. Oh God. Your tongue makes me burn. Don’t stop!” William panted.

Angelus undid the top button of his trousers and William lifted his body. The vampire tore them from his body, immediately pressing his face into the front of his undergarment, sniffing the scent of his boy.

“Take them off Angelus. I want to feel your mouth on me!” William ordered through breaths. The older man looked up. The boy’s eyes were open and his face was flushed. He was exquisite in the throes of sexual need. He obliged the boy, tearing the offending garment and tossing it aside. Immediately he lowered his mouth and drew in the swollen cock.

A shudder ran the length of William’s body at the contact. Angelus kissed the glistening tip, licking the fluid off, savoring the taste. William’s body was trembling uncontrollably now, but Angelus showed no mercy. He continued to lick the precious fluid leaking from the swollen head. His boy lay there, gasping, groaning, his hands reaching out for him, grabbing desperately for him. Angelus ran his tongue down the length of the throbbing organ, down the blue vein and back up again.

William whimpered, tossing his head wildly. His hands stretched out blindly for the vampire. Angelus reached for them and held them down at his side in a tight grip. William strained against the hands holding him in place, pleading, begging, “Touch you…please let me touch you…God I need to touch you!”

Angelus ignored the begging cries and lowered his head until his nose was nestled in the brown pubic hairs. His mouth slid lazily back up the shaft until he reached the tip once again. Dark brown eyes, almost black, watched seductively through lowered lashes at the effect he was having on the boy. He smiled, knowing that eternity was going to be filled with William’s cries of pleasure day and night.

Wanting to make this moment last, he released the shaft, but not before twirling his pointed tongue across the top, dipping it into the narrow slit a few more times. Angelus crawled along the prone, convulsing body, taking his delicious mouth once again in a kiss. His tongue explored the inside of the warm cavern. Angelus remembered the first time he saw this boy across a room filled with people. As he crushed William to him, all their times together ran together through his mind. He once again wondered when this boy had crawled inside of him, going from victim to prey, to beloved inamorato wanted for all eternity.

As if sensing Angelus’ distraction, William grabbed his shirt, the material bunching in his fists. “Off…please…take it off…want…need…to feel you.” William pulled the fine material until it was free of his trousers. He tried to grasp between the closely pressed bodies to get to the buttons. Putting his arms on either side of him, Angelus lifted himself up, pleased with how out of control the boy was. William reached for the buttons, but his fingers were clumsy. He could feel himself harden more at the desperate urgency of the boy, and grinned as buttons flew when the boy gripped his shirt and ripped it open.

Shirt now open, Angelus lowered himself back down, hearing the sigh as their flesh met. Urgent hands were now under the shirt, on his shoulders, sliding it off his shoulders. Angelus helped the boy remove his shirt, feeding of the desperation of the writhing boy beneath him. Shirt removed, warm hands roamed his body has the vampire nuzzled into the neck, licking at the pulse pounding in the neck. He ground his hips into ones thrusting up. He felt teeth on his shoulder, biting, nipping. He felt his face shift and fangs descend. He grazed the skin with one sharp point, careful not to break the skin. God how I want to taste this boy. He felt the boy’s body jolt violently at the action.

Hands were now gripping his trousers, trying to push them down. Hands forcing their way between the rocking body, grasping to release the buttons. Raising his hips, he let the boy have his way. When he felt the garment loosen, he reached down, and with his hands, helped the boy to slide the garment down over his hips. Kicking his shoes off, kicked the pants off. Before they were even removed, the desperate hands for pushing his undergarments off. He loved seeing his boy so out of control, so desperate.

The boy whimpered as he realized he now had full access to his lover’s body. Lean legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into the soft flesh of his ass, pressing him down. He raised his head from the boy’s neck, gazing down at him with eyes no longer brown, but yellow. Angelus closed his eyes and willed himself to control. He wasn’t ready to show his true self to the impassioned but fragile boy. All in good time…all in good time. When William opened his eyes, he stared into the dark brown ones.

Angelus was mesmerized by the intensity of the love he saw shining in William’s eyes and it wrapped its fingers around his unbeating heart. Forgetting his manipulative plan for a moment, he returned the gazed and smiled tenderly down at William. Words tumbled from his lips; he had no control to stop them, and he realized he didn’t want to.

He couldn’t believe it was possible, but he meant every word. When did this boy pierce his cold armor and penetrate his every thought and desire. He didn’t know and he no longer cared. He crushed his mouth to the boy’s swollen lips and ground harshly into William as he felt the lean legs tighten around him.

“Now, Angelus…please now…no more waiting…take me now…make me yours.”

Spurred on by the heart-felt plea, he moved back down the boy’s sweat-slicked body, claiming every inch of the precious flesh. The boy was his, he was never going to let him go, never going to let anyone take this priceless precious man away from him.

He nestled his face into the boy’s groin, inhaling the musky scent, savoring the smell. William spread his legs eagerly, the muscles of his inner thighs trembling with anticipation.

Using his own pre-cum, he prepared the boy, reveling in the feel of the boy’s warm tightness, anticipating the feel of that warmth surrounding his cock, grabbing it, clenching it, and accepting it. William was moving now against the fingers embedded within him begging, pleading for more.

Withdrawing his fingers, he brought the boys slim, muscular legs up over his shoulders. Grasping his swollen cock, he guided it to the quivering hole. He circled it with the tip, letting his juices drip down, lubricating it. Looking up to find the boy staring at him without fear, only expectation and love glowing in his eyes. Angelus hesitated for just a moment at the feelings radiating from his boy. The boy is manipulating me with his desire and I am at his mercy.

“Angelus…please….” He slowly pressed forward, closing his eyes, feeling the boy open up for him. Not wanting to hurt the boy, he paused, letting the boy get used to the feeling.

“More…don’t stop…”

The vampire pushed slightly, slipping in farther, soft murmurs urging him on. He kept moving slowly until he was fully embedded in the boy. He almost came at the tightness alone. Squeezing his eyes closed, he got control of himself and carefully lunged further into the warmth. The vampire looked down, watching himself gently assault William’s virginal passage. The boy was moving, following the rhythm Angelus was setting.

He could hear William mumbling incoherently. Without stopping his thrusts, he took the boy’s weeping cock into his large hand, wrapping his long fingers around the throbbing member. “God, Will, you are so tight…and your warmth…Yes…that’s it…move with me…” He started pumping faster, not being able to help himself as the muscle of the channel was clenching down on him. As he increased his thrusts, the strokes on the cock in his hand increased.

“Yours…make me yours…love me Angelus…please.”

“Yes, Will! You are mine…I am yours…for eternity.” He was pumping violently into the boy now, spiraling out of control and bringing the boy with him. His balls were tightening, drawing up into him. He was moving even harder now, pummeling the boy’s ass and William was matching him with every thrust.

“Angelus…I…I’m…I…love you…will love you forever…until the day I die.”

At those words, the vampire came with such a force, he felt like he was being ripped in half. He erupted into the boy, spilling his come, flooding the boy’s channel. “Will…my Will…my sweet boy…”

He felt the other body raise up and shudder violently as William came, spilling himself, milky fluid arcing up, falling on his hands and across the lean body, gasping for breath.

Releasing the softening shaft, he ran his fingers through the fluid pooling on the boy’s pale skin, still thrusting into him more slowly, not wanting to leave the warmth of the body splayed out in front him but concerned that he would tear the fragile passage of this delicate human. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licked them, savoring the taste, and found himself coming again, not as hard this time, but securing his claim on the boy.

Removing the legs from his shoulders, he leaned toward the body, the man that was going to be with him for eternity. He slipped from the still contracting channel. Sliding up the slick body, he lay fully on William, wrapping his arms underneath him, drawing him to his chest, and feeling the heart beat. He rolled onto his back until the boy was covering him with his body. William nuzzled into his neck, licking from ear to shoulder.

With lips against the cool skin, he asked, “Yours now?”

“Aye, lad, you are now truly mine.”

“Never leave you…together forever?”

“Aye…I’ll never leave you and you’ll never leave me. Never!”

The two men lay there, neither wanting to let the other go. Angelus did not want to examine the tender feelings coursing through his body and he willed them away, pushing them to the back of his mind.

~Part: 14~

A few hours later, Angelus awoke. His boy was now nestled against his side, his chest pillowing his head. Gazing down at him, he felt something swell inside of him. Pushing it away for the moment, he gently shook the sleeping boy away.

“Will, come on my boy. You need to wake up.”

The body nestled closer to him, “No…want to stay here…not leaving…again.”

“No Will…not leaving…never leaving you. We need to get up and be away from here.” He loosened his arms from around the boy and moved to stand, only to be pulled back down to waiting lips. Catching himself before he was lost in the kisses, he unwrapped the boy’s arms from around him and stood. Gathering their clothes, he turned back around to the boy and the sight stopped him in his tracks.

William, his pale skin glowing in the darkness, was stretching his limbs like he was a cat soaking in the warmth of the sun. Angelus hardened at the sight. Shaking his head, he went to the boy.

The vampire could see the reluctance as William sat up and took his clothes from him. He stood there, his own clothes clutched tightly to him as he watched the boy stand, embarrassment no longer turning the pale skin pink. He watched as the boy, without a hint of shyness, stood before him getting dressed.

Still as a statue, he stared as William approached him and pressed his body against his, arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him down for a kiss. He felt the boy’s hardness press against his own. Releasing the lips, William asked, “Now…are we going to your house?”

“What? Yes, then in the morning we can gather your things.” He saw the boy smile. “I have tickets secured for us to leave in two days.”

“Tickets…two days…” Confused, William stepped away from him.

Wanting the feel of that body next to him, he reached for William, but the boy stepped back, escaping his grasp. “Will?”

“I don’t understand…you’re leaving?”

“No, not I…we are.”

“Why…what about us…about what we just did? Don’t you want me?”

“Oh Will, I want you so badly, I ache with need. I told you that once my business was concluded in London, I had to leave. Are you not interested in going with me?”

“I want to Angelus…I told you that. I also told you that I couldn’t leave with my mother being so sick. I thought you understood.”

“I do, but there is nothing I can do. I have to leave Will, and I want you to come with me – I must have you come with me.” Finished dressing, he moved toward the boy, who once again stepped out of his reach.

“Can’t you wait…I mean…”

“No Will, I can’t.”

“But…but…I can’t…not now…if only you would delay your business…”

“I wish I could, but I can’t.” Walking to the entrance of the building, he looked back at the dejected man, standing there, tears forming in his blue eyes. “I leave at sunset in two days. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” Turning his back to the boy, he walked away, into the darkness with a smirk on his lips and a spark of guilt in his heart, listening as William called out to him, begging him not to leave.

Once outside, he listened as William continued to call for him, begging him to come back. Hearing movement coming from the building, he hid in the shadows and watched as the boy came out into the alley. He could feel the sadness rolling off his body; he could taste his tears in the air. With anticipation, he continued to peer from the darkness, not letting the boy know he was watching. William stood in the alley, looking, searching. With a cry, he sat on a bale of hale, and dropped his head into his hands and sobbed.

Stepping out of the shadows, he approached the distraught man. Softly, he called out to him, “Will…”

William looked up, hope beaming from his tear-streaked face. “You didn’t leave…you came back…”

“No I didn’t leave…yet.” He watched as the hope drained from William’s flushed face. Holding out his hand, “Come with me Will…take my hand and we can walk away together. I know you want to. Why are you fighting it?”

Reaching up for the offered hand, he pulled back. “I do, Angelus. You don’t know how much I want to, but I can’t. I’d never be able to live with myself if I left mother alone.”

Coming closer to William, the powerful vampire knelt in front of him, taking his hands into his own. “What if I can make it so you can come with me…make it so you can live with the decision?”

Hope returning to his eyes, “Can you do that Angelus? Can you really?”

“Yes, Will…I can, if you really want me to.”

“I don’t see how…”

Angelus dropped his head, looking down. “Tell me you want to come with me…Tell me you want to be with me forever…for eternity.”

“I…I…God, please forgive me, but I do Angelus…I want to be with you…for eternity.”

Helping the boy stand, he felt his face shift and his fangs descend. Looking up, he saw William’s startled face, shock turning to fear.

“What…what…are you? You…you…aren’t human.”

Angelus changed his face back into human form. “What I am William…all that I am, I can give to you. Do you want what I have to offer you?”

“I…I…God, help me…please.” William was shaking now.

“God has nothing to do with this. Do you want it Will? Do want me? Just say the word, and we can be together…Just say the words Will…”

William’s face was a mask of emotions –grief, joy, fear, and love – fought each other for dominance. The boy looked up at him. ”Change again.” He demanded.

The vampire complied and the trembling young man reached to brush his soft hands across the ridges. “Why don’t you look like this all the time?”

“Would I be accepted in society like this William? Human beings worship beauty. Any flaw is reason for torment.”

William whispered. “I know. I have often been called a prissy prig because of my small features and poetic nature. You don’t have to look like that all of the time?”

“No Will, usually only in the throes of compelling emotions.” Angelus replied gently. “I have had to fight to control the change whenever I was with you. You elicit powerful feelings that I thought long buried.” He shifted back into his handsome, human face.

William moved closer and reached up to stroke the side of his lover’s face and Angelus closed his eyes as the tender touch. The boy sighed and the vampire opened his eyes to see blue ones filled with longing and fear. Finally William smiled shyly and the fear disappeared. He straightened his shoulders and spoke determinedly. “I cannot live without you Angelus. I have never felt so desired, so loved. I thought once that I would go through hell to be with you and now I shall. Yes Angelus. I have never wanted anything more than to be with you. Yes, yes, make me yours forever.”

Angelus leaned forward, pulled back the boy’s shirt collar, and buried his fangs into his neck. He heard William gasp at the sharp pain, but his cries quickly turned to moans of pleasure. Angelus drank the sweet nectar, feeling all the love and want that permeated the boy’s entire being. He felt the fear recede as he drained him, ending his human existence, feeling the beat of his heart slow.

William fell lifelessly against the vampire. Holding the boy with one arm, he brought the other up and with his nails made a deep cut into his neck. He brought the boy up to his neck, placing his mouth over the self-inflicted wound. Holding the lifeless head in place, he urged William to drink. “Drink, William…” He immediately felt the pull as his blood was taken from him, giving the boy his new life. Angelus hardened as he shared his blood. Pulling the boy away after a few moments, he carried the unconscious man back into the carriage barn, laying him gently in the spot where they had made love not too long ago.

Running out of the building to the street, he flagged down a Hansom cab. Feigning distress, he told the driver that he and his friend were at a party. They had been drinking and apparently someone slipped a drug into his wine and he passed out. The driver agreed to provide them transport. Angelus raced into the barn and carried William to the waiting cab, cradling his head against his chest. When the driver asked where he was to take them, Angelus told him that he lived near Highgate Cemetery.

In the coach, he continued to tenderly support the dead man in his arms, brushing his hair from his eyes. Oh the things I’m going to teach you…show you. The passion we will share. Your life is just beginning, and what a glorious life we will have…together.

As they neared the cemetery, Angelus shouted for the driver to stop. He leaned out of the cab and reached up to pay the cabbie far more than the usual fare. He went back inside and alighting from the coach, holding William in his arms, he turned to the driver, “I’ll take him in through the back so his father doesn’t see him in this state.”

The man nodded and drove away. Once the carriage was out of sight, the vampire quickly walked into the cemetery, to the out-of-way spot he had chosen earlier tonight. With great care, he placed his new childe in the plain wood coffin that was already there. Placing a kiss to his now cold lips, he closed the lid, and covered the box with dirt until it was completely buried. Standing there for a while, he looked at the sky. Smiling, he turned to leave before the sun could rise. As he walked out of the cemetery, he was already planning all the things he and his childe would do together.
 

Angelus returned to his empty house determined to put the finishing touches on William’s gift for tomorrow night. It would be the feast of St. Valentine’s, when lovers revealed their passion for each other and when his precious boy would rise. Over the previous days, he had copied some of William’s favorite poems onto paper and had illustrated them with special drawings. He had bound the pages together but had left the first page blank. Now he could write the inscription:

He laid the gift on the table near the fire and went upstairs to rest. He slept fitfully anxious for the day to end and woke instinctively at sunset. Tonight was the night! Tonight his new childe would join him, by his side for eternity. He could feel it in his blood; the pull to be there when his childe rose. Dressing quickly, he left the house and raced through the streets into the cemetery, to the grave that held his boy.

Patiently, he waited in the dark. Then he saw it, the dirt began to move. He could feel his blood coursing in his childe’s veins. He could feel his blood coursing in his childe’s veins. The soil shifted further. A hand appeared, reaching out. Angelus longed to help him, but the boy had to do this himself. An arm thrust up, another, and finally his head. With anticipation, Angelus watched as William freed himself, pulling himself to his new life.

Angelus knelt before him and brushed the dirt marring his the beautiful face. At first William’s face contorted with confusion and pain. He looked up at his Sire, frowning then smiling, “Angelus…”

Struggling a bit, William rose to his feet. Opening his arms, Angelus finally spoke, his voice choked with emotion. “Come to me Will.” The new vampire walked toward the man waiting for him. When William stepped into his embrace, he tightened his arms about the new vampire and whispered, “You’re home my boy. Welcome home.”

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Additional Information

I have to thank my beta, Lori, for her help in researching the art and poetry I used in this story. She found things I never could of. Below is additional information on the poets and their work that I used. I’m also including links to the artwork I referenced in this story in case you wanted to take a look. The are listed in the order in which they appeared in this story.

Poets

William Wordsworth – (1770 – 1850) – the poems I used were titled, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud and She Was a Phantom of Delight. For additional information

Percy Bysshe Shelley – (1792– 1822) – the poem I used was titled, Love’s Philosophy. For additional information

Lord Byron – (1788-1824) – the poem I used was titled, She Walks in Beauty Like the Night. For additional information

Charles Baudelaire – (1821-1867) – the poem I used was titled, Le Vampyre. For additional information

Robert Browning – (1812 – 1889) – the poem I used was titled, Life in a Love. For additional information

Dante Alighieri – (1265 – 1321) – the poem I used was titled, La Vita Nuova. For additional information

Christopher Marlowe – (1564 – 1593) – the poem I used was titled, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love. For additional information

Christina Rossetti – (1830 – 1894) – the poem I used was titled, Remember. For additional information

Paul Verlaine – (1844 – 1896) – the poem I used was titled, Serenade. For additional information

Elizabeth Barrett Browning – (1806 – 1861) -- the poem I used was Sonnet XLII from Sonnets from the Portuguese. For additional information
 

Artists

Titian – (1485 – 1576) – the painting I referred to was titled, Bacchus and Ariadne. For additional information | To view the painting

Botticelli – (1445 – 1510) – the painting I referred to was titled, Venus and Mars. For additional information | To view the painting

Lord Frederic Leighton – (1830 – 1896) – I referred to several works of his. For additional information | To view the paintings – Venus Disrobing for the Bath, The Bath of Psyche, Actea, the Nymph of the Sea

Paul Cezanne – (1839 – 1906) -- The painting I referred to was titled, The Abduction. For additional information | To view the painting

Pierre Auguste Renoir – (1841 – 1919) -- The painting I referred to was titled, Boy with a Cat. For additional information | To view the painting