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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Angelus sighed as he finished signing the papers. He'd bought another
house, one in Prague that Darla had admired the last time they were there.
And now he was starved.
He rang a bell and Maria appeared within seconds. "Yes, Master?"
"Have Matthew and Richard returned with dinner?" he asked.
"Yes, Master. They're... tied up in the living room, Sir. Matthew was going to ask you where you wanted to feed, but I told him you'd left orders not to be disturbed."
Angelus nodded, "You did well to remember my words, Maria."
She smiled, shyly. "I try to please you, Master."
He stepped closer to her, and grinned when he caught the scent of desire mingled with her fear. And here he thought tonight would be a complete loss. He had to remember William was only *one* means of amusement. There were many others in this house that would be honored, and rightly so, by his attentions. And he hadn't had Maria yet, she was a new servant. That would change very soon.
"Would you like to show me how much you *could* please me?" he said, tipping her chin up to look into her eyes.
"Yes, Master," she nodded, "I... yes, of course."
He nodded. "Good. Don't worry, I'll give you the opportunity, some night when I'm not so busy. You can go, for now,." She curtsied and left.
Angelus stacked the papers neatly, leaving them on the table for his banker, who would be visiting during business hours. He'd have to remember to tell Philip *not* to allow any of the minions to unnecessarily frighten the man, like last time. He'd destroyed the one who had, and then it had taken quite a lot of cajoling - and extra money - to convince Monsieur Renaud to continue as his banker. Along with the promise that Philip would protect him on any further visits to their home.
He walked out into the living room, and smiled at the two frightened humans, both women, who were bound hand and foot and sitting on the floor by the fire. Two brunettes, both young and quite pretty. "Good evening, ladies," he said. "Ah, decisions, decisions. Which one do *I* want, and which one would please my Will?" he wondered.
"Please, Sir," the dark haired one who was more slender spoke, her voice trembling with fear. "Please, we'll do anything you want, and we won't tell anyone. I promise you, we won't--" she begged.
"Sshh," Angelus said, putting a hand to her mouth. "Calm yourself my dear. No need to have a heart attack... what's your name?"
"Elise, sir," she whispered.
Angelus breathed in the fear, smiling. "Call me Angelus, Elise. I'm not - well, I *am* quite old -" he laughed. "But you don't have to remind me of that."
"A-Angelus?" she asked. "That... sounds Latin..."
"Bright girl," he nodded. "And your friend's name?"
"I'm Colleen, and ya dinna fool me," she replied angrily. "Ya want ta kill us, probably rape us first, ya bastard."
"Ah, lass, I haven't been back to Dublin in quite some time," he said, letting his Irish accent slip out. "Your brogue is music to my ears. And like a fine Irish gal you're far more intelligent than your friend. No offence my dear," he said to the other. "I think I will enjoy a taste of the homeland," he grinned.
Colleen screamed as he lunged at her, ripping her dress. He laughed. "More music to my ears." He ripped open her undergarments, and freed his painfully hard penis. "If you're a good, Catholic lass, this is bound to hurt," he said. "Please, don't hold back; scream as much as you need. It'll make it far more enjoyable for me." And then he slammed inside her.
She *did* scream, and began chanting pleas to every saint she could think of. But to his amazement she didn't waste breath pleading with him to stop. He was disappointed, but as he'd guessed she was too smart to think he'd grant her any mercy.
He continued to thrust, growling at the scent of blood as he tore her inner walls brutally. He changed into his true form, and she did stop screaming then. She stared at him in utter shock. "Oh nonononono you're not real!" she yelled. "Please, Lord save me!"
"I'm very real," he grunted, feeling himself driven closer to the edge. "And don't waste your breath, sweet Colleen, begging for help. There are no guardian angels that will come to save ya. Trust me, if there were, I would've seen them at least *once* in the past hundred years." He laughed at her expression. Kind of like Drusilla's at first when she realized no amount of piety would save her from her fate. Absolute devastation, sadness, hopelessness.
He growled and leaned forward, tearing into her throat. The blood hitting his throat sent him into his orgasm, and he continued to slam into her mercilessly. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, and swallowed the last of her life as it poured into his mouth.
"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod--"
"SILENCE!" He roared at Elise. He'd heard her earlier, screaming, ranting, begging, but the high of his feed had kept her voice in the background. Now, however, it was eating into his brain like the buzzing of an annoying insect.
She went quiet, for a moment. "Oh please, I'm begging you--"
"I said hush," he growled. He pulled out of Colleen's body and sighed. "You're ruining my good mood." He grabbed Colleen's skirts to wipe the blood and semen from his penis, but stopped. He glanced at Elise, smiling. "Do you want to prolong my good mood, my dear?"
"W-will it keep you from harming m-me?" she asked.
"Perhaps," he shrugged. "Prove to me you're more useful alive than dead."
"O-okay," she nodded.
"No sniveling, whining, begging, or screaming," he added, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her over.
"Whatever you want," she agreed. "Ple-Sorry."
"Good girl," he smiled. He pushed her face down onto his lap. "Now lick me clean."
*****
One hour later...
Angelus growled as he climaxed, shooting his seed down Elise's throat. She hadn't complained once as he'd fucked her mouth, she clearly *did* want to convince him to let her live. Not that she'd succeed, but it certainly was enjoyable having such a willing victim.
"That's enough," he said, pulling her mouth away. "Are you certain you're a virgin? You weren't half as terrible as most virgins I've had."
Her face turned bright red, but she didn't say anything.
"Come," he said, getting to his feet. "I've decided that I'm going to let William have you. Don't worry, he tends to be more gentle than me."
"Oh please don't kill me, I promise I'll do anything you ask. I can ... Oh, I'll do anything, please! I'm too young to die!"
He rolled his eyes. "That's what they *all* say," he told her. *Although I haven't had a human slave in the house in a while... And she could be useful, around the house since I *am* short-handed now. Am I getting soft, considering sparing her?* he wondered. *No, I'm just considering my options. I won't make a decision yet. I'll test how willing she is to please me, and William, of course.* "And what happened to the 'no sniveling' rule?!" he demanded.
"I'm sorry," she nodded. "I'm just... you frighten me. I don't want to meet Colleen's fate."
"Then stop whining and obey me!" he said.
"If I do--"
"Don't try to bargain with me," he growled. "Just do as you're told, and convince me - and William - of your usefulness."
*****
Spike entered the house quietly. He put his hand to his lips when he saw Philip, hoping that the servant would be frightened enough of Angelus not to want the vampire knowing Spike had been outside. Philip *looked* terrified. Spike walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "He never has to know, Philip. Just keep this our secret. Yeah?"
Philip nodded and Spike grinned. He heard Angelus in the next room and ran upstairs before he could be spotted. *I did it!* He was so relieved, as he reached his room. He had spent an enjoyable evening with Michael and Angelus would never know about it. *Gotta wash up* he realized. *Don't want Angelus to catch Michael's scent.*
There was a knock on his door and he answered it warily. It was Maria, with a bucket of hot water. "Master William, Philip said you wanted hot water?"
Spike smiled; Philip could be useful when he was trying to save his *own* hide, that much was certain. "Yes, yes, hurry up, girl," he growled. A few more servants arrived with buckets of water and soon he had enough for a bath. He stripped off his clothes quickly, and got into the tub. "I'll never be caught now," he said to himself, finally relaxing.
A few minutes later, he heard Angelus' voice. "Will?"
"In here," he called. When Angelus walked in, he looked him over appreciatively, and Spike fought the urge to try to cover himself with his hands. *He's seen it all, multiple times* he reminded himself. "Yes?" he asked.
"I have something for you, Will," Angelus smiled. "Come." He held his hand out to the younger vampire, taking the opportunity to appreciate the nude body as his childe stood reluctantly and stepped out of the tub. He handed him a towel, and turned back into the bedroom.
Will followed him, and stopped, a frown on his face when he saw the girl. "Who's she?" he asked.
"Ah, I got you a present," Angelus said, walking around to stand behind William, pulling him back against him. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, ignoring how he tensed up in his grasp. "Her name is Elise and I thought she would be the perfect way for me to teach you about one aspect of being a vampire that you haven't had the pleasure of participating in."
Spike looked at the girl, trying to think about her rather than Angelus. How he was so close, holding him so tightly, his hardness pressed against him, only separated by the thin layer of his trousers. He fought the urge to pull away, trying to relax. *He's not gonna try to take me. He's just... It's okay. Just relax* he told himself. So to the problem of the girl. She was definitely still alive, her heart was beating loud enough that he'd have heard it earlier if he'd been paying attention.
"What aspect is that?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," Angelus said, grazing his teeth against Spike's earlobe. Spike couldn't repress the shiver and Angelus chuckled. "We usually don't have interest in keeping humans around. However, occasionally, we'll keep one alive for some time, to see to our... needs," Angelus said. "So I was thinking, that's what we'll do with Elise here, Will. She'll be your slave, to do with as you see fit."
"Such as?" Spike asked. He was just curious. Everything with Angelus had rules, surely *this* did, too.
"Anything you want, my boy," Angelus replied, and then released him, stepping away. "Feed on her, fuck her... whatever comes to mind."
Spike bit his lip as his cock twitched. It had been a few days since he'd fucked a human. And this one would belong to him? It might be fun. He nodded, and walked over to the bed, where Elise sat. She shivered, and wrapped her arms around herself, but didn't try to run.
Spike turned to look at Angelus. "You wanna watch?" He blinked then, in surprise. He hadn't thought... well obviously he *had*. But... god, he hadn't meant to say it so flippantly.
Angelus grinned, and moved to sit in the chair by the door. "I was planning on it," he replied. "I'm glad that isn't an issue for you."
Spike looked away from his sire's gaze and back to the girl. It *wasn't* an issue. His reaction to it, however, was. It aroused him beyond anything he would have believed to know that Angelus was going to watch this. And he wasn't sure he was happy about that. He was starting to feel... *something* for Michael, and it felt like betrayal to think of being like this with Angelus so soon after he'd spent time with the other man.
He sighed and shook off those thoughts. Michael probably suspected the extent of his relationship with Angelus. He'd been part of the family when Penn and Drusilla were here, after all. So he knew Angelus' appetites, and expectations. He may not *like* it, but Spike didn't either.
*I *don't* in the least* he insisted to the laughter inside his head. *He's a selfish bastard and I wish I could get away from him.*
"Will? You gonna just stare at her all night?"
Angelus' words pulled him from his thoughts. Spike looked over and shrugged. "Of course not. Sorry." He looked at the girl, who whimpered a little. *Wonder what Angelus did to her so far? I don't smell blood, so he didn't fuck her. That doesn't mean he didn't make her suck him off or something else... Well, I suppose his left-overs are better than nothing at all.*
"Take off that dress," he said to her.
She hesitated, biting her lip. Angelus growled, and she jumped, looking over at him, and then back to Spike. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered.
He breathed in the scent of her fear, which was delicious. But he was really too tired for this kind of a fight. Angelus didn't know that, though. As far as he was concerned, Spike had spent the entire evening here, all alone. So he growled, menacingly, he hoped. "I'm not gonna say it again. Take off the dress."
She moved to obey, her entire body shaking...
*****
Spike shouted as he found release, and rolled off the girl. He was rather pleased with himself, he'd managed to seduce her into wanting him, so he hadn't had to *technically* force himself on her. He hadn't wanted to do that, for some reason. It just wasn't his style. Even though he had raped humans occasionally, he preferred the humiliation of making them want him before they discovered what a monster he was. Or in Elise's case, in *spite* of what a monster he was.
He turned to look at his sire. And moaned, quietly. Angelus was stroking himself, quickly, clearly very close to completion. He growled then, shifted into game face. Spike watched as Angelus' penis twitched, and then he was spurting that delicious seed onto his bare stomach.
*Bloody hell. It's not delicious.* The laughter in his head started up again and he sighed. Bad enough that Angelus mocked him, now a voice in his head did it too.
Angelus pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped himself clean as he met Will's eyes. His childe had seemed to enjoy watching *that* as much as he'd enjoyed watching Will fuck the girl. "Tired?" he asked.
Spike nodded. "A little."
"I'll have Philip lock Elise in the basement then," Angelus replied, standing. He saw the flash of something in Will's eyes - old memories most likely, and the slightest scent of fear permeated the room, too. He wasn't sure how to deal with it, however. So he decided not to try. Instead he walked over and grabbed Elise's arm.
"Please--"
"You can just stop the begging, girl, it does you no good," Angelus replied. "You're going to spend the rest of your life here with us. And the length of that life will depend solely on how cooperative you are."
She frowned but nodded. "I understand."
"Good. Now come along. Will needs his sleep and you will have to stay in the basement for now." He pulled her to her feet, and tugged her away when she reached for her dress. "Did I tell you to get dressed?" he asked.
She looked confused. "I just..."
"You don't need clothes. The weather has been warm, lately. There are a few blankets on the cot in the basement and that will be enough for you." Angelus pulled her to the door and then yelled for Philip. The other vampire appeared soon enough.
"Take Elise down and lock her in the basement," Angelus told him. "And tell the others they are welcome to use her for their pleasure, but they are not allowed to mark her in any way that will leave scars or drink from her."
"Yes, Master," Philip nodded, taking the girl by the arm.
"Oh, no, please don't, it's not fair! I've been obedient--"
Angelus laughed. "Fair? Elise, fair isn't a concept we use when dealing with humans. Your only choice is to make the best of this." And then he walked back into Will's room, shutting the door on her continued pleas as Philip took her downstairs.
He looked at Will, and was surprised by the look of - was it pity - that the boy had on his face. It was only momentary and Angelus decided to believe it was his imagination. *I will have to make sure I'm not neglecting his demon, I must continue to teach him to let go of his human side,* he told himself. *I won't have him going soft on me.*
But those lessons could resume in the morning. He started out the door again, realizing that *he* was exhausted as well, by the events of the evening.
"Sire?"
He turned back in response. "Yes, Will?"
Spike hesitated. He felt such conflict when he looked in those dark eyes, not to mention that they reminded him of another vampire with dark eyes that he'd just spent such wonderful hours with. But he couldn't deny the pull of his sire. *I'm sorry, Michael. I'm just not bloody strong enough.* "May I... join you?"
Angelus smiled, and to Spike's relief it wasn't a gloat, just a pleased, kind smile. "Come along then. You look ready to pass out any second."
Spike nodded and got to his feet, following Angelus into his room. And this time he felt less self-conscious as he crawled into the bed and watched his sire undress. He felt the stirring of a familiar lust, but there was no point in trying to hide *that*, he realized. Angelus knew, would always know the hold he had over him.
*What *does* go through that mind of his, when he frowns like that?* Angelus wondered. *Forget a penny for those thoughts, I'd give much more.* He shrugged and sighed. Most likely he would never know. There were moments when he felt the old, familiar closeness between them, but they were only moments, followed by the new, familiar feeling of not being trusted.
Part of him wished he'd never turned the boy, nearly a year ago. However, a larger part couldn't imagine his existence as being *half* as interesting without Will.
*Besides, he works wonders with Dru,* he thought as he extinguished the lamp and slid under the covers of the bed. *And that skill will be needed when she returns after the Master's 'attention.'
Right. That was the main reason he had put up with William for so long. At least, the one he gave to Darla. And if it wasn't even something *he* believed anymore, no matter. As long as *she* did, everything would be all right.