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
William knocked on the door. He didn't know how he'd ended up here, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Or maybe it was just that he didn't have anywhere else to go. The brothel had been fun, for a while, but he missed having someone around who knew him. *Really* knew him. And since his options there were few, he'd decided to pick the less complicated one.
The door opened and Paul smiled. "The Master will be very pleased to see you, Master Spike. Please, come in. He's in the library."
"Thank you Paul," Spike nodded as he followed the servant. *I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I run to Mich - Penn, after Angelus throws me out of the house? Brilliant move, Spike. Really brill--*
"A visitor for you, Master," Paul said and then let Spike into the library.
"Spike." Michael got up from the chair he'd been sitting in and smiled. "This is..." He shook his head, and looked at Paul. "Thank you, Paul. I'll call you if we need anything."
The servant nodded, and then left, closing the door behind him.
"Michael - Penn -" Spike laughed. "I don't even know what to call you. Damn it, why did I think this would--"
"Call me Michael," the other vampire said, walking closer. "It's who I am. Who I've always been."
"Except for the fact that you're also *his*--"
"No." Michael shook his head. "He has *nothing* to do with the fact that I want you here with me, Spike. Why are you here, if you don't believe that?" he wondered.
Spike sighed. "I want to believe it, Michael. I just don't--"
"Then let me prove it to you," the other vampire requested, running his hand up over Spike's shirt. "Let me convince you that I can give you everything you'd never have with him."
"..it is clear to me believe that there's something *different* out there for you, something you want more than this."
*That is what I've always felt,* Spike realized. *I don't want to just belong to someone. I want someone who belongs to me, too. Could I have that with Michael? Or is he just lying to me, using me the way Angelus did?*
Michael stepped even closer, pressing his body against Spike's, and cradled his face in his hands. Spike moaned at the feeling, the charge, the warmth that Michael's touched caused. "Spike?" Michael asked. "Is that a yes?" he smiled.
*Hell. Won't know unless I *try*, I guess.* "Yes," Spike whispered, and then grabbed the other vampire's head, pulling him in for a kiss. He whimpered as Michael thrust his tongue past his lips, overwhelmed by the extent of the desire he felt, caused by just a touch, just a kiss.
"Want you," he gasped when Michael left his lips and licked down to his throat, nibbling at it. He was so hard, already, that it was painful. He groaned at the sudden, unexpected firm grip on his erection, and gripped the other vampire's shoulders as his knees went weak. "Oh god, please..." He hadn't even noticed his trousers being unfastened, he'd been so focused on the incredible feeling of him nibbling at his throat.
"I have wanted you for weeks, Spike," Michael said, raising his head to look into his eyes, as he stroked his erection, slowly. "You don't need to ask me more than once," he added with a smile. He leaned in and kissed him again quickly, then said, "Let me take you upstairs, to my bed, and start convincing you?"
Spike blinked at him a few times. *Convince... oh. Bloody hell.* "Yes," he moaned.
Michael grinned, and released Spike's erection, eliciting another moan from him. "Come with me then," he said, grabbing Spike's hand and leading him out of the room.
******
Philip walked into the living room. "Master?"
"Where is he?" Angelus asked. He'd given Philip the task of keeping an eye on William. Just in case the boy got into trouble, as he usually did, and needed help.
*He's staying..." Philip looked away, his expression nervous.
"Go on, Philip. He's staying...?" There was something the minion didn't want him to know, that much was clear. Will's choice of friends, perhaps? Well, his childe *was* drawn to less than savory people. It was his innate love of danger, something that Angelus understood well but had tried hard to discourage in the younger vampire.
"He's been staying mostly at the brothel on Lorraine avenue, Master. The... whores there have taken a liking to him."
"Of course they have," Angelus shrugged. *He's irresistible, no doubt about that. Not just in the physical sense, either. He has the skill to seduce anyone. Even Darla, at one time. Until she grew so damn--* He growled quietly and said, "Well, there isn't much danger he could get into *there*," he said to Philip. "Who's watching him now?"
"Nathaniel, Master. And then Richard, tomorrow evening."
"Good," Angelus nodded. "That's all you needed to tell me?" he questioned, a frown on his face. "You appeared quite worried, when you walked in."
"No, I just... I *do* worry about him, Master," Philip said. "He's not as well protected as he would be here. If another rival clan were to decide to... attack him to get to you or Darla--"
"*Which* rival clan," Angelus growled, jumping to his feet and approaching his minion. "Philip, what do you *know* that you're not telling me?!"
"Nothing!" Philip yelled, backtracking as Angelus advanced on him. "He's fine. I haven't seen anyone from a rival clan. I *would* tell you if I had, Master. I swear!"
Angelus sighed, relief washing over him. The prospect of another clan choosing to hurt William had frightened him. Too much. "I hope you would, Philip. Because if you didn't, and something happened to my childe..." He tipped the minion's chin up to look into his eyes. "There would be *no* mercy left in me for you or anyone else who'd kept that knowledge from me."
"I know that, Master," Philip said, nodding vigorously. "Please believe me, I wouldn't let anything happen to Master William. I would defend him with my life."
"And me?" Angelus asked, stroking the minion's cheek, grinning when the other vampire's eyes darkened with desire. *I thought I sensed something other than fear just now. I was right.*
"Of course, Master," Philip replied. "I would do anything for you. Haven't I proven that?"
"Yes, I suppose you have," Angelus nodded. "You have been loyal to me for many years, Philip. And Darla before that."
"Yes, Master, I have been... I was with her sire, before she... chose to leave."
"Loyalty like that is rare," Angelus replied. "Very impressive though. In fact, *I* think it should be rewarded. What do you think of *that*, Philip?" he asked with a grin.
The minion just stared at him for several seconds. "Master, I... I don't expect a reward for doing my duty."
"Oh, *good* answer," Angelus chuckled. "But it wasn't a test, Philip. I *know* William had you more than once... And that means you were very good at pleasing him. So call it... boredom," he shrugged, and leaned in to nuzzle Philip's throat, "mingled with curiosity," he added as he inhaled the sweet scent of desire. "which leads me to say I expect you in my room in an hour, after you have made your rounds of the house and ensured that it is secure for the day."
"Y-yes, Master," Philip nodded and swallowed hard. "I would be... honored--"
"Of course you would," Angelus said with a grin, stepping back. "Now leave me. I still have business to see to."
"Yes, Master," Philip said, then practically ran out of the room.
Angelus chuckled again. He'd forgotten what fun the adoration of minions could be. Something he was determined to remind himself, tonight.
******
"Michael!" Spike moaned as the other vampire raked his fangs down his stomach, drawing a small amount of blood, which he then lapped up eagerly. "Oh god please..." He slid his hands into Michael's hair, trying to find the ability to think, through the haze of desire that had settled over him from the moment of the first touch, first kiss... first sensation of those fangs against his skin.
It felt like he'd been torturing Spike, so deliciously, for hours, and he showed no signs of letting up. *Not like Angelus* Spike thought bitterly. *Only wanted to use me to bring him to release and then he'd had enough-- Stop *thinking* about him!*
"My turn," Spike decided, reaching for the other man. *Yeah, maybe if I'm more... active, I won't be thinking about... anything.*
Michael grinned and crawled up Spike's body. "And what is it that you'd like to *do*, Spike?" he asked.
"This," Spike pushed Michael onto his back and straddled him, as he began unbuttoning the other vampire's shirt. "You're taking too bloody long to be inside me, by the way," he added. *Oh god, I didn't just say that... did I?*
He felt Michael's hand on his cheek and met his eyes. "I just wanted to be sure that *you* were sure," Michael said quietly. "I don't know what he--"
"*Don't* bring him into this," Spike snarled.
"Okay," Michael nodded, pulling him down for a kiss. "I'm sorry. You're right. This is about us, nobody else."
As he ran his hands up and down Spike's back, Spike could *feel* himself relaxing. He sighed and nuzzled Michael's throat, nipping at it gently. "Bloody right it is. Now stop teasing and take me, please?" He bit his lip at the neediness of the words, but then smiled when Michael groaned. *Guess it wasn't all *that* bad a thing to say then.*
"I can't think of the last time I heard such a wonderful request," Michael said, running his hands further to Spike's trousers, and further downward, squeezing his ass, pressing their erections together. Then before Spike could reply, he'd rolled them over and was up on his knees, unfastening his own pants.
Spike watched intently, overwhelmed by how good looking Michael was. *He could have any one. Man or woman. And he wants me? Why?* "You're bloody gorgeous, you know that don't you?" he said.
Michael chuckled. "Hmm, I was about to say the same thing to you, Spike." Then he pushed his trousers down and off his body.
*Oh god* was Spike's first thought as he took in the sight of his nude lover. *He's... big. Not as... but I don't... I can't...*
And then Michael was lying on top of him, kissing him thoroughly, his fingers playing with his hair. Spike sighed into his mouth, and felt some of the earlier building tension ease off slightly. *Damn, he sensed my fear. What the hell am I *afraid* of, anyway? Him??? He's never done anything to make me feel that way.*
Michael raised his head and looked at him. "Spike, if you aren't ready--"
"I am," Spike nodded. "I just..." He frowned. "It's nothing. I want this. I want you. More than I've ever wanted anyone before, Michael. Ever."
*But you *have*,* popped into his head. *The first night with Angelus, you felt this, the overwhelming desire and need. And the nights afterward, for months until it became bad.*
*NO*,* Spike thought. *And even if... I was wrong. I was living a dream, and I learned it the hard way and *this* is the real thing.* He slid his arms around Michael's waist. *It's the better thing, the one I've been wishing for.*
Michael smiled, and kissed him again. "I feel the same way about you, Spike. But I won't hurt you. So if you decide you can't, and want to stop, *tell* me, and I will."
"I know," Spike nodded. "I *do*."
"Good," Michael said, as he pulled away and knelt between Spike's legs. "Then what do you say I take these off?" Spike groaned as Michael laid his hands on the waistband of his pants, making his cock twitch. "Yesssss."
"I like that response," Michael teased him, as he moved one hand to press it to his cloth-covered erection, rubbing his palm along it. Spike whimpered, bucking his hips up and Michael grinned. "That one too... *And* the way you scowl at me when you know I'm teasing. But all right, Spike. No more teasing." And then he started to unfasten the younger vampire's trousers.
*Finally!* Spike sighed with relief. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this aroused. And he *refused* to listen when the voice in his head tried to remind him otherwise.
*********
"Master *please*," Philip whimpered. "OH please," he begged, as his entire body shuddered when Angelus' cock made contact with his sweet spot again.
"Not yet," Angelus growled, and began pounding into the minion even harder. "I'm enjoying myself. And you do *like* pleasing me, don't you?" he purred, running a hand up and down the other man's side. "You know just how to squeeze me, and I'd bet you even know how much I love the begging." He ran his tongue up Philip's spine, chuckling when he moaned, arching his back up against him.
And it *did* feel good, fucking Philip. So good that the minion had brought him to orgasm three times already tonight. Once in his mouth, and twice inside his body.
Not as good as with Will, but maybe *that* just wasn't going to happen again, anyway. *Brilliant move, Angelus, truly, just send the boy away. It's what he's *wanted* for months, you idiot!* He growled and shook those thoughts away. He wouldn't think about that now. Besides it had only been a week. There was still hope his childe would return.
And until then, Angelus would *not* lack for willing bodies in his bed.
*******
Spike groaned, arching against his fingers as the other man slipped a third finger inside him. "Bloody... hell... I'm--"
Suddenly the fingers were gone, and Spike moaned, only to whimper as Michael began to enter him, slowly. *Don't panic*, he told himself, although his body was less inclined to agree than his mind. *It's not *him*, he won't hurt you just bloody well *relax*!*
"Hey, look at me," Michael said, cradling his face.
*Right. That would help, wouldn't it?* Spike sighed and opened his eyes, looking into Michael's concerned expression. "I'm fine," he said. "More."
Michael frowned but complied and pushed deeper. "Don't think," he urged. "Just feel."
*No thinking. Right. Easy enough when you were brutally used and tor--* "Ohgods," Spike whimpered when he felt that sweet spot brushed against. He forced himself to relax so he could feel it again.
They *both* whimpered when Michael slid further inside, all the way. "Perfect," Michael whispered, kissing him again.
When he finally pulled away and looked at Spike, questioningly, Spike nodded. "Just move," he urged. *Make me forget. Make it good.*
He groaned as Michael *did* start to move, and latched onto Spike's throat, sucking, teasing and nipping. "Yesss...." he hissed, raising his legs and wrapping them around the other man's waist. He whimpered at the sudden increase in the waves of pleasure rolling through him. Michael was... hitting that... spot... "Yes, Michael," he moaned, arching up against the other man. He ran his hands around Michael's waist to his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples, smiling when the other man groaned.
"So good," Michael whispered. "So good inside you." His hand found Spike's erection and gripped it tightly, almost painfully as he began to work his hand up and down.
"Ohyes" Spike groaned, thrusting up into the talented hand. He was so close... already. Everything the other man did... felt like it set him on fire--
"MICHAEL!" He screamed, as he felt fangs in his throat, drinking deeply. His orgasm hit him and he moaned, gripping the other vampire's arms tightly, as his entire body trembled from the overwhelming sensations. He was vaguely aware of the other man's seed shooting inside him, and sighed.
Michael withdrew his fangs and collapsed on top of him, with a sigh of his own. "Well, *that* was fun," he chuckled, running a hand up and down Spike's side.
"Yeah," Spike had to agree. *Nothing like with-- Bloody hell, *stop* thinking of him! And no it wasn't *anything* like him, and besides I said I'm not thinking about it!* He wrapped his arms around Michael's waist and said, "You bit me." *Oh good, let's state the obvious, shall we?*
"Hmm," Michael nodded. "Did you... oh." He raised his head to look at Spike. "Did you mind?"
*Now I've gone and worried him, damn it.* "No, I didn't. Liked it," he grinned. "Just that..." *Angelus would be-- STOP THAT!* "Surprised me," he shrugged. "Good though. Like you didn't know," he added, pulling the other man's head down for a long, leisurely kiss.
"Just making sure," Michael smiled as he pulled away finally. "I... will you stay, or do you have to go?" he added.
*Oh. Right. Didn't mention getting thrown outta the house. Well, no need *to* mention it.* "I'll stay," Spike replied, and was touched by the incredibly surprised look on the other man's face.
"I'm glad," Michael said, kissing him again quickly, before withdrawing from Spike's body and then curling up against him. "Sleep well."
"Doubt I'll have any problem there," Spike replied with a sigh. And then he closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
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