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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One week later
Angelus walked into Will's bedroom to find him lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He'd been melancholy and quiet the past few days, and Angelus was growing weary of it. The boy wouldn't tell him what was wrong, no matter how much Angelus pressed him for an answer. And he could sense his childe growing more and more distant, too. He had hunted alone, even though he accepted Phillip's presence on those outings. He had made it quite clear, without saying so, that he didn't want Angelus near him, even though he wasn't rude about it. He accepted Angelus' touch, they still slept in Angelus' bed. But Will no longer reciprocated with the affection, neither did he act interested in doing so. He spent most of his hours with Elise, almost using her as a reason *not* to be around Angelus. However, when Angelus *did* demand his presence, he was civil and respectful, so there was nothing outright in his behavior that Angelus could protest
Except that he was... *too* respectful.
*I'm losing him. And damn it, that was *not* supposed to happen. It *won't* happen* Angelus decided. *Only a week before Darla and Drusilla return. That's it. Enough with the kid gloves, time to force him to a decision once and for all about us.*
"Get up, Will. We're going out," he announced, walking over to stand by the bed, looking down at him. "You've been moping around the house for long enough."
"I'm not moping," Spike said, sitting up, but the voice in his head immediately disagreed. He *had* been. And as much as he tried to keep Angelus from noticing the change, he hadn't been successful in that. "I just... I miss Drusilla," he said, relieved when that thought came to him.
"Yes, well, staying in this room all day with your little slave, only leaving for an hour or so to hunt quickly, then returning to your room to the company of that slave again isn't the answer to that problem," Angelus replied. "And I realize I've been busy lately and haven't had the time to spend with you that I usually do. Some things came up on the financial side of running this family of ours that have kept my attention. But I think I've got everything sorted now. So come on; let's go out to the city and have some fun."
*Fun,* Spike thought with a sigh as he got to his feet and walked past Angelus to retrieve a shirt. That word only served to remind him once *more* of Michael. Penn. *I'd have fun with Penn, *my* kind of fun. With Angelus it's always his fun, or no fun at all.*
He had *tried* to forget Penn. Tried to convince himself that Penn had only been using him. But he hadn't been able to. The other vampire had had numerous occasions in the past couple weeks to destroy him and hadn't taken that opportunity. And in letting Spike leave, he'd given up any chance to use him against Angelus.
But every time Spike thought about leaving Angelus, going to Penn for *good*, which was what Penn clearly wanted, he talked him out of it. He had tried to distance himself from Angelus, hoping to bring out some sign that his sire would prove what Penn claimed: that Angelus was the one using him. But that hadn't worked either. Angelus had continued to be patient with him while still being affectionate.
It only made Spike feel more guilty about it all. And made him realize that he *did* feel ... something for his sire. Attraction, desire...
Need.
The need was what irritated him the most. After all the horrible things the older vampire had done to him, Spike still *needed* him. His attention, his touch... his respect.
"Ready?" Angelus asked, walking over and sliding his arms around the younger vampire's waist, pulling him against his chest. He nuzzled his neck and smiled when his childe sighed and relaxed against him. That was a first in... far too long. Perhaps the last week had helped Will come to a decision all on his own?
He could only hope.
He ran his hands down the boy's chest, buttoning his shirt. "Will?"
"Yes, I'm ready," Spike nodded, turning around to look at his sire. Angelus didn't release him, however, but Spike didn't feel like backing away. "Sire?"
Angelus took Will's chin in his hand and leaned in to kiss him. Will moaned and allowed his tongue entrance past his lips, and Angelus took the opportunity without hesitation. He kissed him deeply, thoroughly, sliding one hand through his hair to rest at the base of his skull, pulling him closer with the other arm.
He smiled against the kiss when he felt the evidence of Will's arousal against his hip. He ended the kiss and grinned. "We could always have the minions bring the food to *us*," he suggested, letting his hand wander to Will's ass, pressing him even closer.
Spike groaned. "We... could," he agreed.
"I drive myself crazy wondering if you're in his bed and if he's touching you or ... more, and I hate him for having that opportunity when I want you all to myself."
*Bloody hell*, Spike sighed when Penn's words came to him. He wanted Angelus, but he wanted Penn, too. And he didn't want to hurt Penn when he'd never been hurt *by* him.
"But I need to get out of the house, Sire," he said, pulling away. "You were right, I haven't had any real entertainment in a while."
"All right," Angelus nodded, releasing his boy. *So close, but...* "Let's go."
*****
"Please don't, oh please, please," the girl begged, tears streaming down her face. She'd just seen her lover drained by Spike while Angelus held her against him. Spike dropped him and turned to her.
"Hush now," Spike purred, slipping back into his human form as he walked over. He inhaled deeply of her fear, and also the strong scent of his sire's arousal. *Damn.* He stepped closer, pressing against her but looking up into Angelus' golden eyes. "Sire, aren't you hungry?" he asked. "A dozen kills but you haven't had a drop of any of their blood."
"Ohgod please don't hurt me!" the woman screamed again. "Please!"
"Ssh," Spike said, laying a hand against her mouth. "In the woods out here nobody can hear you, Pet. You knew that, that's why you came out here with your companion. Planning a quick shag in the bushes, were you?" he grinned.
"Please, you can't really need me. He says you've killed so many tonight--"
"You'll be number twelve," Spike replied. "Look, it won't hurt ... much. Less if you just let go." He licked at her throat. "It'll feel better than any shag, I promise ya that much," he whispered as he nibbled at her throat.
She whimpered and struggled, but Angelus held her easily.
Spike looked up at Angelus again. "Sire? You never answered my question."
Angelus shifted the girl's wrists to one hand and reached out to run his fingers through his childe's hair. "You've been quite enjoyable enough to watch, Will. However as you *are* so well-fed now, I did have a plan in mind so that I can get a good feed out of this as well."
"Yeah?" Spike asked, pressing closer and moaning as he ground his trouser-covered erection against the girl's hip. "What's that?"
"A surprise," Angelus smiled. "For now however, go on, drink up." He released Will's head and grabbed the girl's hair, yanking her head back.
"If you insist," Spike shrugged with a wink at his sire. He allowed the demon to slip forward and then bit into the girl's neck, carefully so to minimize the pain. He groaned as the first blood hit his tongue and then began to suck hard at the wound, drinking deeply. He knew from experience the feeling would quickly turn to immense pleasure if the girl allowed it. He heard her whimper and sensed her arousal, even as she struggled a little and smiled.
He loved this part, seducing them into *wanting* it.
Angelus growled as he saw his boy's fangs disappear in the girl's throat. She struggled a little, but not enough for him to believe she *truly* wanted free. It was times like this that he was almost in awe of the boy, his power, his playfulness, his ability to make them want death in seconds when it usually took Angelus hours to do the same.
*And when I teach him how to be even more cruel than he is now, he'll be the terror of Europe,* Angelus thought with a smile. And this was *his* childe. Finally, one to be proud of.
She moaned again and gave up the pretense of struggle, and Angelus chuckled. "You win yet again," he whispered in his childe's ear, before he enacted *his* plan.
Spike shivered at the brush of tongue and lips on his ear. He wasn't sure if Angelus had been *trying* to seduce him tonight, but he'd done quite a brilliant job of it, either way. And then he felt the sting of fangs tearing into his neck.
He screamed, clutching Angelus' shoulders as he exploded into orgasm, his vision blacking out from the intensity of it. He almost abandoned the girl's throat, but came to his senses, biting into the silky skin harder, letting the blood flow more thickly down his throat. He felt his knees give way and was relieved when they were spun around and he felt the support of a tree trunk against his back. He moaned again as his member continued to spurt his seed, in an orgasm that seemed to be unending.
Angelus growled when he tasted his childe's orgasm in the blood, the sweet rush of adrenaline and pleasure, and found his release as well. He continued to drink deeply, knowing that the younger vampire had overfed and therefore had more than enough to spare. And the taste of human blood mixed with that of family was the most delicious combination he'd ever tasted.
Will began to tremble and Angelus turned them so the boy could lean against a tree trunk, not wanting anything to ruin the intensity of the moment. He pressed closer, only wishing that he could feel Will against him, without this girl between them.
*We're close to that moment* Angelus realized. *He's feeling more comfortable around me, more at ease with the desire he feels. Soon enough, I'll have him in my bed, surrounding me, letting me bring him over the edge with more than my fangs.*
Spike swallowed the last mouthful of blood and sighed as he realized the girl was drained completely. He withdrew his fangs, careful not to dislodge his sire's mouth on his own throat and pushed her to the ground. He was still dizzy from the intensity of the experience, and was grateful when Angelus kicked the body away and pressed his body to Spike's fully, still drinking deeply.
Spike whimpered and slid his arms around Angelus' waist, closing his eyes and just allowing the pleasure to continue washing through his body. *This is right* he thought. *Whatever else might be wrong, bloody hell, this isn't one of those things.*
Angelus withdrew his fangs after several more minutes, and laved at the punctures with his tongue.
"Sire," Will moaned, his fingers twisting through his hair.
"Yes childe," Angelus whispered with a smile, before lifting his head to look at the younger vampire. "Am I to take it that you enjoyed the surprise?" he asked, before leaning in to kiss Will quickly.
"Bloody hell, yes," Will replied, then looked away, embarrassed. "I mean--"
"You mean exactly what you said and there's no shame in it," Angelus said firmly. "I enjoyed it too Will, it's all right. Come on; sun will be rising within the hour. I think we've left enough bodies to keep the police busy, don't you?"
Spike met his eyes again, warily, yet grateful that Angelus hadn't mocked him for the impulsive expression of ... what? Nothing. "Definitely," he agreed, when he saw no mocking only affection in those dark eyes. "And even if we hadn't, I don't think I could eat even one more," he added with a grin.
Angelus laughed. "A dozen's your limit, is it? I'll have to keep that in mind." He pulled away reluctantly but grabbed Will's hand, pleased when it wasn't pulled away. "I should hope you'll sleep better than you have at least."
"I've been sleeping fi--" Spike broke off with a sigh when Angelus raised his eyebrow. He had hoped the sleeplessness hadn't been noticed, but apparently not much got past Angelus' watchful eyes. "I just miss Dru," he said by way of explanation again.
"Yes, well..." It was Angelus' turn to sigh. "About that, Will. A messenger came the other evening with a note from Darla. They're... they're staying another month with The Master."
Spike growled but bit back any further angry response. He just couldn't stand the thought of someone else having Dru that way, the way Spike had no doubt the head of their clan would. He was glad when they reached the carriage, which saved him from having to come up with a more suitable response to the news. He climbed in and Angelus followed, sitting next to rather than across from him.
"You have to get over your jealousy, Childe," Angelus said, taking Will's face in his hand, turning it to look in his eyes. "I don't like the fact that The Master gets to do with Darla as he will, but I've come to accept it. She and Drusilla belong to him--"
"Just like I belong to you?" Spike said bitterly, pushing him away. He flinched when Angelus growled. *Hell, now I've gone and done it.*
"Damn it, Boy there is no comparison between him and I!" Angelus growled. "If I were like him, do you want to know what I would do to you?" Will turned away and Angelus grabbed his chin. "Don't turn away from me! You brought up the issue and now you will hear me! If I were like him, *William*, I wouldn't give you *any* choice in any matter. Whenever I wanted to fuck you, I *would*, holding you down or chaining you up if necessary! And if you fought, I would beat you until you were bloody and bruised and screaming for mercy. And I wouldn't give it to you, because I wouldn't *feel* it! I would use your body for my pleasure, and if you *still* didn't break I would let the minions have their way with you while I watched! And I would enjoy every damn minute of it, especially the moment you finally came crawling to me on hands and knees and called me your master!"
It took Spike a minute to find the words to take back the few thoughtless words that he hadn't even *meant*. He knew, deep down, that Angelus was right. He had treated him far better than most vampires treated their childer. He hadn't seen anything to compare it to, but it had been an instinctive knowledge, combined with how disapproving Darla was toward Angelus. *She* obviously thought his sire was too easy on him.
"Sire, I... I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean--"
"Yes, you did," Angelus said and the anger in his eyes was too much for Spike to bear. He turned away, but Angelus continued. "You meant every damn word of it, Will. And there doesn' appear to be anything I can do to change your--"
Suddenly, Angelus pounded on the roof of the carriage. "Stop, Antonio!" he yelled. They came to a stop and Angelus threw the door open. He turned back to Spike. "Get out."
"What? Sire I--"
"GET OUT!" He roared. "If you are that unaware of how *well * I have treated you, then just get the hell out! If you think you can find someone who will treat you better, then do so!"
"Angelus, please--"
"OUT!" Angelus ordered, grabbing Spike by the arm and practically tossing him out of the carriage. He pulled the door shut again, and met his childe's confused eyes. And he was hit by the urge to take it all back, let Will back in, take him home and-- NO.
"Will, it is clear to me believe that there's something *different* out there for you, something you want more than this. And I'm frankly exhausted with trying to convince you otherwise. So I'm giving you what you have claimed to want for months: your freedom. I don't know if it's me you hate or Darla, or both of us and I don't *care* anymore, either. The fact remains that you don't trust me. Or you think you do but then you don't, and then you do-- "
He shook his head. "You have to make a choice, and I'm tired of *waiting* for that to happen. Either you trust me or you don't. Figure that out, and figure it out on your *own*. If you decide you *can* trust me again, let me be your sire again, accept the fact that you *do* belong to me in every possible way, and believe that I *will* protect you from any further unnecessary punishment by my sire, then you can come home.
"Don't come back unless you *have* decided to trust me though," Angelus continued. "And you have one month to decide it, Will. If Darla returns and you haven't, I will tell her that you ran away. And she doesn't allow those who abandon us back into the family again. Ever."
Then he pounded on the ceiling of the carriage again. "Home, Antonio." Before William could say a single word.
*I don't bloody believe it,* Spike said to himself. *Just like that, get with the program or so long Spike.*
*Now what am I supposed to do???*
*****
Angelus entered the house and went straight to his room. "Maria!" he bellowed. "My room NOW!" The pretty young minion would take his mind off what had just happened. He'd thrown his childe out of the house.
The second childe he'd had to do that to.
*It was the right decision, to give him that ultimatum* he told himself for the hundredth time. *He was refusing to decide anything, it had to be done this way. He'll see. A few days alone and he'll miss me. Decide what I offer is better than the other option: nothing at all.*
*He *will*.
He stripped his clothes off and lay on the bed, waiting for Maria arrive. She'd be the first of many, he realized, however. Will was stubborn. It would take time.
But his will would break. They had a connection. He knew that, and Will knew it. Will was denying it, but that wouldn't last long. He would come home, and beg to be allowed back into the family. Beg for his sire to take him, own him again. And Angelus wouldn't even have to beat him to make that happen.