Rating - NC-17
Pairings - Major pairings: Angelus/William, Angelus/Darla, William/Darla. Minor pairings are various combinations of those six.
Keywords/Warnings: Found in some but not all chapters: Het and Slash Smut, Violence, Bloodplay, Torture, Rape. As you see by the pairings, I'm firmly of the opinion that as vampires, Angelus and William would have had a physical (sexual) relationship. If you don't agree, don't read this series.
Summary: This is my take on William's past, starting with being turned by Angelus, in 1880. I try to stick as close as possible to the timeline as given us by Joss Whedon where possible, but most of this is all my ideas, my attempts to "fill-in-the-blanks."
Dedications: To CrazyEvilDru, my beta and my favorite Buffy-Fic author in this world. She got me into writing smut, and then encouraged me in my first attempt at writing m/m smut, the first story of this series.
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Spike opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of Angelus' face,
mere inches away. His sire was still asleep, and this was a relief to Spike,
as he realized just how close they really were. They were on their sides,
facing each other, and at some point their limbs had become entangled.
One of Angelus' legs was between Spike's legs, and Spike's outer leg was
wrapped around Angelus' thigh. Angelus' free arm was wrapped around Spike's
waist, and their bodies were pressed very closely together. The next thing
Spike realized was that they were both very aroused, each one's erection
pressed against the other's thigh.
Angelus shifted and Spike bit back a moan as the older vampire's hand
drifted down to his rear and squeezed it. Strangely enough, though, he
wasn't panicking. Yet. They'd slept for three days in the same bed and
Angelus hadn't forced himself on Spike. So he wasn't going to worry too
much, when he'd slept so well the past few days, better than he had in
weeks.
However, he also didn't want to still be in this position when Angelus awakened. He tried to move away, slowly. First, he removed his leg from around Angelus' hip, and tried to roll onto his back.
Angelus tightened his grip, however, and pulled him back, and the shift in position caused him to moan as his erection brushed against his sire's. "Fuck," he whimpered.
"Language like that tells me what kind of people you've been spending time with," Angelus said.
"Not spendin' time with, eatin'," Spike replied with a little smile as he met his sire's eyes.
Angelus quirked an eyebrow. "Hm. Just don't use such crude language around Darla, all right?"
"I wouldn't dare," Spike retorted. He did have *some* sense. He tried to pull away again, but Angelus held him even more firmly than before, and pressed his hand against his childe's rear, causing their bodies to press together tightly. Spike gasped and bit his lip to keep from moaning again.
"Planning on going somewhere?" Angelus asked, as he thrust against Will again.
Spike moaned. "I... I'm getting... hungry."
Angelus smiled. "Really. You don't want this problem resolved first?" he wondered, slipping a hand down between them and grasping their erections firmly. "As you said the other night, there are many ways to find pleasure together," To illustrate his point, he began to move his hand up and down along their erections, making the younger vampire shudder. "I doubt you know just *how* many ways," he added. "But I could definitely teach you."
Spike moaned, and thrust his hips forward. He was sure there was a reason he was supposed to be trying to leave, but he couldn't think of it. "Sire..." he gasped, sliding his arms around Angelus' neck.
"I take it that means you *don't* want to leave?" Angelus wondered, increasing the pressure of his hand while he also began to move it more quickly. Will didn't attempt to stop him, so he decided to assume the answer to his question was yes. He started to thrust his hips in counterpoint to the action of his hands, adding more friction to his already sensitive member. He groaned and pulled Will closer with his other hand, moving it further downward slowly.
Spike whimpered and bit his tongue to keep from crying out in response to the growing pressure. He was so close to climax, but he held back, suspecting that a second "mistake" wouldn't be as easily forgiven as the first had been. Angelus leaned in and kissed him, nibbling on his lower lip, teasingly. He parted his lips with a long moan, and couldn't hold back another one when his sire's tongue thrust into his mouth forcefully.
Angelus was close to release, and he felt that Will was as well. He slid his hand down further, and then pushed a finger between the cheeks of his ass, seeking out his entrance. He brushed against it and suddenly, his boy's entire body tensed.
Spike felt a finger brush against his hole, and he froze. "No!" he yelled, trying to push away from Angelus. His sire was so much stronger, however, and held him still with one arm around his waist, and a leg wrapped around his. *Fuck, no, get away, run, he's gonna hurt you, and make you scream like he did before--* "Sire, no please, don't, I can't, please no--"
Angelus resisted the struggles, holding him still. "Will--"
"Please just let me go, please Angelus, I can't, I don't want--" Spike again tried to push Angelus away. "I--"
Angelus silenced his childe with a kiss, and held him tightly. He stilled his fingers, rather than pressing inside Will's entrance, but he didn't intend to let his childe's fear ruin this. He began to purr, thinking that might calm the younger vampire, but it didn't work. He kept pushing, and struggling, regardless of any attempts to get him to relax.
Angelus growled in frustration, but let go, realizing that restraining him was only making him more frightened. Will rolled away and stood, and Angelus said, "I did *not* give you permission to go anywhere."
Spike stopped, knowing that tone well. Angelus was angry, and as he began to calm slightly, he couldn't blame him for that. He sat down, but couldn't look at his sire. He had completely overreacted, for the second time in less than twelve hours, and was ashamed of himself for acting so frightened and weak.
"Look at me, Will," Angelus said. He waited until his childe obeyed, and then said, "In the past two weeks, have I ever forced myself on you?"
"No," Spike replied. "But--"
"But?" Angelus asked. "But what? You think I will?"
"No!" Spike replied, quickly. "I just... didn't think--"
"You shouldn't have to think, at this point," Angelus replied. "You should *know.* I've been patient with you, tried to let you learn to trust me, but it doesn't seem to be happening." He shrugged. "I don't know what else to do to get through to you."
"I..." Spike looked away, unsure of what to say. He had apologized so many times that he was getting tired of hearing it, and was sure Angelus was too. He didn't want this distance between them, and never had. He was - had always been - attracted to Angelus. But every time Angelus pushed harder to try to *make* Spike trust him, he couldn't stop the memories of how cruel Angelus *could* be from surfacing. Maybe he was kidding himself and Angelus; maybe they couldn't get back to how they'd been before.
"You clearly don't want to be here, so go," Angelus decided. The attempt at discussion was getting them nowhere, just like everything else he'd tried lately. "I have some things to take care of, so I won't be going out tonight. You will stay in the house; the minions will bring food to us later."
Spike remained quiet as he left, even though he was angry at his sire's words. Angelus was either keeping him inside as punishment, or as a way of letting him know he didn't believe he could take care of himself. Either way, he didn't like it. It was typical though of Angelus to react this way anytime Spike didn't instantly give him exactly what he wanted.
*I'm sick of it,* Spike thought. *If it weren't for Dru, I'd be out of here before he realized I was even thinking about it. Maybe I *will*go, when she gets back. If I could just convince her to go with me...* He walked to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Something seemed to tap at his window then, and he jumped in surprise. He walked toward it, and stopped short as he saw several rocks hit it. He walked closer warily, and looked down at the yard. There was someone standing under a tree several feet away from the house. As the person looked up, Spike smiled. "Michael. Bloody hell, he's insane. The minions'll get him." He turned and pulled on some trousers and a shirt, not bothering to button it, and rushed out of his room and down the stairs.
He was stopped at the front door by one of the servants. "I'm sorry, Master William, but you -- you can't leave." The servant Philip looked away and added, "Master Angelus' orders."
"I'm not leaving, Philip," Spike said. "I just want some fresh air, that's all. He won't even know I'm gone, I'll be back in seconds." He stepped closer and smiled as he noted the other vampire's discomfort, mixed with the scent of desire. He'd always known Philip had an interest in him; this was something he could take advantage of to get his way.
Philip shook his head. "Master Angelus made it very clear what he'd do to anyone who disobeyed him. I'm sorry, I *can't* let you go outside."
Spike sighed. "Fine." *There's a way out of this house, I just have to find one.* He went back upstairs to his room, and to the window. Michael waved at him and Spike decided he had to get out, no matter what Angelus wanted. *He will *not* keep me a prisoner here. * He opened the window, and climbed out, sitting on the ledge. He dropped to the ground, wincing when he landed on one of his ankles wrong. He ignored the pain, though, knowing he would heal soon enough.
"What are you doing jumping out of your window?" Michael asked as he walked up. Before Spike could reply, he took his face in his hands and kissed him. He pulled away, adding, "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but it would be safer using a door."
"It's a long story," Spike replied, somehow resisting the urge to grab the other vampire and kiss him again, feeling the ache to be close to him that he'd felt from the moment he'd met him. "But we can't stay out here, Michael. If Angelus sees--"
"I was hoping I could persuade you to come home with me for a little while," Michael replied with a smile. "I tied my horse up behind the barn." Spike nodded, and they hurried over to the barn. Spike kept an eye out for the servants, but luckily, none were nearby at the moment. He led his own horse out of the barn and then followed Michael into the woods behind their house.
*This is suicidal* he realized. *Angelus will punish me, no matter what my story is when I return.* But he didn't turn back. The desire he felt to get to know Michael, to spend time with him, to be with him was more overwhelming than any fear of what Angelus might do to punish him for his disappearance.
After a few minutes they reached a road. Spike soon recognized the way to Michael's house, and he began to feel nervous. Not about Angelus, but about whether his new friend would want to know where things stood between him and Angelus. He didn't want to talk about how physically intimate he was with his sire, because it wasn't something he was necessarily happy about at the moment. He wasn't sure how he felt about him and didn't want to think about it, either. But he would, if it was something Michael wanted to know.
They tied their horses to a post in front of the house and went inside. Spike followed Michael through a door into a small study, and the other vampire shut the door behind them. "I wanted some privacy," Michael explained. "Because I've been dying to do this." And then he was kissing Spike desperately, his arms around the younger vampire's waist as he pulled him into the room and pushed him down onto a couch.
Spike grabbed Michael, and tugged him down on top of him. He groaned and suckled the tongue that thrust into his mouth, savoring the taste of him. He couldn't get enough of him, and had no coherent thought, just an overwhelming need.
Spike pulled at Michael's shirt, freeing it from the waistband of his pants, his slipped his hands up under the shirt, to touch bare skin. The older vampire whimpered into his mouth and ground his hips down. Spike gasped and shifted slightly, wrapping one of his legs around the other man's hips. He bucked up against him and they both moaned.
Michael broke the kiss, to Spike's disappointment, and tried to pull away. "Don't," Spike said, refusing to let go.
Michael smiled, and raised a hand to stroke his cheek gently. "I don't want to, but I don't want *this*, Spike. I mean... I don't want this to be just... physical."
Spike sighed and nodded. "I don't want that, either," he said.
"I'm so relieved to hear you say that," Michael replied. He kissed the younger vampire quickly, before pulling away and sitting up.
Spike reluctantly let him go, and sat up next to him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm *not* usually like this--"
"Not even around Angelus?" Michael asked.
Spike just stared at him, shocked into silence. He didn't want to admit the truth, but he didn't want to lie to Michael either. He spent too much of his life lying. But would the other vampire want to continue this... whatever it was between them, if he knew the truth about what there was - or at least *had* been, between Spike and Angelus?
"Forget I asked," Michael said. "It's really none of my business, is it? I just remember how he used to be with his childer, and I suppose I'm a little... jealous of the thought... " He shook his head with a little smile. "Let's not talk about him. Unless you feel like telling me why you had to jump out of your window in order to get out of the house."
"He didn't want me leaving," Spike replied with a shrug. "He thinks I'll get into trouble on my own... I usually do."
"But what's the fun in being a vampire if you *don't* stir up some trouble occasionally?" Michael asked with a mischievous grin.
"That's what I always say, but--"
"He doesn't agree," Michael nodded. "That sounds like the Angelus I remember. Far too obsessed with the need to control every situation... and every*one* around him."
"Like you?" Spike asked, wanting any chance to change the subject away from his twisted relationship with his sire. Not to mention that he was curious about Michael's past. The other man knew so much about *him* already, but Spike knew so little about Michael.
Michael shrugged. "At times, he acted quite jealous. But his other childe - childer - kept him distracted also. And of course Darla."
"Childer?" Spike asked. He remembered hearing of another childe, besides Drusilla, but he'd never gotten Angelus to say anything about him or her.
"You didn't know?" Michael asked.
"Angelus doesn't talk about his past," Spike replied. "And Dru... well she doesn't have the attention span for long discussions."
"I doubt either of them would want to speak of Penn," Michael replied. "He never liked Drusilla, and then he and Angelus had ... let's just call it a disagreement, a few years ago, and Penn left the family."
"I envy him," Spike said. "He was allowed to leave." The instant the words were out of his mouth he regretted it. He hadn't decided how much - if anything - he wanted to tell Michael about his problems with Angelus. He stood and walked around the room, impressed by the books on the shelves. "You read poetry?" he asked.
"Occasionally," Michael said, and Spike jumped when he heard the man's voice right behind him. "But I'm not letting you change the subject just yet, Spike. Do you *want* to leave?"
"It's not something I've thought about," Spike said, realizing instantly how much like a lie it sounded, but unwilling to take it back.
"Spike, I know we hardly know each other, but I wish you didn't think you need to lie to me," Michael said. Spike turned and started to respond, but the other man put a finger to his lips to stop him. "I'm not him, you know. You *can* say what's on your mind, without expecting to be beaten for it. And I would be foolish to think you might tell me everything about yourself. But I was hoping... From the moment I met you, I've sensed your sadness and suspected it has a great deal to do with Angelus. And after my years of living with him, I swear to you that I understand just how difficult he can be at times."
Spike couldn't help laughing. "Michael, how could *you* understand anything about just how *difficult* he can be?" he asked. "I'm sure he treats his lovers very differently from how he treats his childer."
"Perhaps understand was the wrong word," Michael shrugged. "But I know, because I saw it in the way he treated Drusilla and Penn. And all I'm offering, Spike, is that I will always be someone you can talk to, about anything, without your having to worry that I'll think of you any differently after what you have to say."
Spike shook his head. "I have no interest in thinking about him, much less talking about him. It's a waste of time, and all it does is spoil my mood," he added with a small smile.
Michael smiled too. "And that's the last thing I want."
Spike leaned in to kiss him impulsivly, and groaned as Michael sucked on his tongue. He didn't resist when pulled back to the couch. He slid his fingers into the other vampire's hair, gripping his head as he explored his mouth, smiling at the other man's whimpers. He wasn't sure how it happened, but suddenly, they were back on the couch, Michael underneath him.
Michael pushed him onto his side, and slid his hands under the blond vampire's shirt to his chest. He pinched Spike's nipples, and was rewarded by a gasp. "If you like that, I know what else you'll like," Michael said with a smile. Before the younger vampire could even think of a response, Michael had shifted down his body and latched his teeth onto a nipple, tugging on it roughly.
"Michael!" Spike yelled, arching up against him and gripping his head again, hoping he wouldn't stop the sweet torture. This man seemed to know exactly what to do to cause him the most pleasure, but he wasn't surprised by that. They had a connection, not just in the physical sense, that was unlike any he'd ever felt.
Michael began licking and nibbling further down his body slowly, and Spike groaned and shivered. "W-wait," he said, tugging on the other man's hair. The older vampire looked up, questioningly. "I just... you said you didn't want us to only be physical," Spike said.
"We aren't, are we?" Michael asked.
"No," Spike replied, without hesitation. He was already starting to think of Michael as a... friend, and hoped the other man felt the same way.
"Good," Michael said with a smile. "So then if you don't mind, I was planning on taking you into my mouth and watching your face as you orgasm screaming my name."
Spike couldn't think of anything to say in response, the mental image evoked by the older vampire's words making him even more aroused than he already was.
"I'll take the silence - and the physical response," Michael said, unfastening the other man's pants and taking his erection into one hand, "as evidence that you wouldn't mind at all," he finished with a grin. And he slowly sucked Spike's shaft into his mouth.
"Oh... god," Spike moaned, using every ounce of self-restraint not to thrust down the other man's throat. "Michael," he whimpered, gripping the couch cushions. The other man chuckled, which only made Spike whimper again. "I'm... so close," he groaned.
Michael made a humming noise as he sucked the younger vampire's erection further down his throat. "Oh god yes," Spike moaned, unable to prevent himself from thrusting deeper. He froze instantly, "Sorry." The other man didn't seem upset, however; in fact, he didn't hesitate to take Spike deeper, and then begin working his throat around him.
Spike moaned loudly, digging his fingers deeper into the couch cushions in an effort to retain control. He *didn't* want the moment to end soon, but he was dangerously close to the edge. "Michael--" he gasped and shivered, as the other man began to slide up and down along his member, using his teeth to gently graze along the sensitive skin. "I can't--" And then the older vampire took him all the way down his throat and began to purr. The vibrations sent Spike over the edge, and he screamed Michael's name, thrusting frantically as he rode out his orgasm.
Finally, he fell back, sated. He smiled at the older vampire, who was now facing him again. "That was..." he broke off, unable to put it into words. Amazing orgasms were one thing, but that had been incredibly intense.
Michael grinned and kissed him quickly. "I assumed you enjoyed yourself, given how much you screamed. But that was only part of what I had planned for the evening."
"And what was the other part?" Spike asked.
To his surprise and disappointment, Michael got to his feet. "Come," he said. "I know you must be hungry and I'm absolutely *starving*."
"Don't you want..." Spike sat up, and put a hand to where Michael's erection was straining against his pants.
Michael moaned and grabbed Spike's hand, pulling him to his feet. "Perhaps later," he said, kissing him quickly. "At the moment, what I would enjoy more is the pleasure of your company on the hunt."
"All right," Spike agreed. He was surprised though that Michael didn't expect him to ... Of course he didn't. Angelus would have expected to be pleasured *first*, but this was different. Michael was different. And they were... equals?
"So I have to confess that I've done a bit of... research on you," Michael said, stopping at a chest. He handed him a railroad spike. "I hope you don't mind."
"I..." Spike smiled as he took the spike. It wasn't *his*, no dried blood, but that would change after a nice, bloody kill. "I don't mind at all," he told Michael. "Ya know, I never thought I'd get the opportunity to have this kinda fun again," he admitted.
"Well, I never thought I'd get the opportunity to see the notorious 'William the Bloody' in action," Michael replied. "I'm looking forward to that. And to showing you my own brand of fun," he added, holding up a dagger. "Shall we?"
Spike nodded, and followed him out of the house.
*****
One hour later
Spike drove his spike through the man's throat, pinning him to a tree. He tried to scream, but the spike prevented that. He moved his hands to his throat, and Spike grabbed them, holding them to his sides. "So what d'you think?" he asked, looking back at Michael.
"Fascinating. I like watching their eyes as they die," Michael replied, moving to press up against Spike from behind. "Fear at first. Then anger. Then they look at you, begging you for mercy." He chuckled. "Mercy is not something we value though, unfortunately for them."
Spike nodded, and groaned as Michael thrust against him. The other vampire was so hard, it had to be close to unbearable. But he hadn't once tried to get him to suck him, touch him, *anything.* He shook his head, trying to clear the haze of arousal from his eyes, and looked at the human. "And..." he cleared his throat, his voice was hoarse from desire. "Then they realize it's too late. They're going to die... and there's the hoplessness. I like *that* the best. And then the emptiness," he shrugs with a sigh. "And the fun's over."
"But it's still..." He shook his head. He didn't know how to put into words the feeling, the incredible high of how powerful he felt after a kill like this.
"It's fun," Michael supplied.
Spike nodded. "Yeah. Angelus doesn't understand that. He only hunts for a feed, and that's fun, but he's too... sneaky. What's the use in being *this* powerful if we don't take advantage of it, every now and then? Prove it to just *these* people. So what if they won't be able to tell anyone afterward? At least it's *something*. And hell, the danger doesn't bother me. It's part of the fun."
"I understand," Michael said in his ear. "I really do, and I'm grateful that you were willing to share this with me," He kissed Spike's throat, teasing the skin with his fangs.
Spike moaned. He felt warm, contented, and incredibly aroused. Partially from the feed earlier, partially from this kill, but mostly from Michael. "You're... welcome," he gasped as Michael continued to nip at his throat. He tilted his head back onto the other man's shoulder, giving him better access.
Michael sighed and turned him around. "You are amazing, Spike. So young, but you're already so devious," he grinned. "And you appreciate what we *are*. We're not meant to be civilized members of society that hide our true natures and slink around alleys to get our blood. We *should* make these pathetic, weak humans fear us."
Spike nodded. "Exactly." He turned to pull the spike from the human's throat, letting him fall to the ground. He licked the spike clean, savoring the blood and looked at Michael. "Now show me your idea of fun?" he asked.
"I would be honored," Michael smiled, and led him away from the park to the busy street.
***** One hour later....
Spike watched Michael carve a cross into the girl's forehead. He'd been vicious. He'd stalked her for nearly an hour, letting her know she was being followed as he drove her into the poorer part of the city. And then, when she ran into an alley that happened to be a dead-end, he attacked.
Spike had thoroughly enjoyed watching the whole thing. He sensed dawn approaching now, however, and knew this night would have to end soon, in more ways than one. *Wonder if Angelus has noticed my absence?*
"So that's *my* calling card," Michael said, standing and turning to him.
"I get the irony," Spike replied with a smile. "And I like it. The police probably think you're a deranged priest or somethin' like that."
"Most likely," Michael agreed. He stepped closer and kissed the younger vampire. "I sense the sun will be up in less than an hour. We should return to my house."
"Yeah," Spike replied. "And then... I... I should go," he said.
"Right," Michael sighed.
Spike saw something that looked like disappointment when the older vampire turned away. He followed him down the street, wishing there was some way... But he couldn't remain with Michael. *Angelus will be furious if he goes to my room and finds me gone. And I don't much want to be *punished* again.*
He grabbed Michael's hand, relieved when it wasn't pulled away. "I'm sorry. I don't want to leave, but..."
"I understand," Michael said. "I wish you could stay with me for the day, but I don't want you to get in trouble because of *me*, Spike."
"I'll come back, when I can," Spike said. "I want to see you again. That is if you want--"
He broke off as he was shoved into an alley and slammed against the wall. He opened his mouth, only to be kissed, fervently. He whimpered as Michael thrust his tongue past his teeth repeatedly, and ground his hips against him. He grabbed the older vampire's arms and screamed into his mouth as his orgasm washed over him. Michael broke away and groaned, "Spiiiiiike," as he came soon after.
Michael leaned his forehead on Spike's shoulder, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... But maybe... you'll stop wondering... what I want now," he gasped.
"Y-yeah," Spike said, still clinging to the older vampire so he wouldn't slump to the ground. "And bloody hell, don't apologize for *that*," he added.
Michael chuckled, and turned his head to kiss Spike's throat. "You're absolutely impossible to resist. Do you realize that?"
Spike didn't reply, didn't know what to say to that.
Michael raised his head to look at Spike. "You don't believe me, but that's all right. You'll believe me soon enough," he said. "Come on, now. We have to get you home before dawn." He pulled away and took Spike by the hand, and they continued down the street toward Michael's house.