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Ronin: Within You Part 6
 

London, Nineteenth Century

The vampires unholy union remained in this precarious balance for almost a
hundred years. Unquestionably, Angelus was Lord and Master, but William had
all he'd ever known of contentment. He never wanted for anything more. Nothing
beyond a little dominion, anyway. Which he was not ready or willing to trade
his Sire for. Not just yet.

Although it remained an unspoken topic, Angelus never made another male
Childe while he and William were together. Whether or not he had made any
before also remained a mystery; one Will was not willing to risk the tanning
of his ass to hear about in any detail. There were numerous male and female
conquests; some pets, some simply for one evenings sport. But none competed
for Angelus attention. Noone slept between them all night long. And so none
heard the nightly ritual.

Willaim had become a fine Predator in his own right, and was making a name
for himself in the English countryside and well beyond. Willaim the Bloody
they called him, and Angelus would purr with pride. They were gorgeous
hunters, eternal rulers of the night, timeless and immutable. It never once
occured to William that things could change.

Angelus had told William about his latest preoccupation, a black haired wench
he referred to as Dru. This one was taking up a good deal more time than any
had in the past. Angelus had concocted a detailed plan to drive her slowly
and delibrately out of her mind. It was having near the same effect on Will.
After almost a month of what was for the most part solitary hunting, William
found himself wishing repeatedly that his Sire would just eat the chit and
have it done.

Until one winter morning.. He had fallen asleep alone for the tenth time in
as many days. The huge four poster bed he usually shared with Angelus dwarfed
his small form, and he had wrapped up in every blanket they had to keep from
feeling so...so...he onestly could no longer identify the feeling. It seemed
too connected with his human self, a being he hadn't thought of in over in a
century. A being that was hardly relevant to his current incarnation at all.
That boy was long dead.

He turned over, and felt a smooth body wriggle a bit, beneath his own.
"Angelus", he whispered, still tangled in the web of blankets and dream.
"Aye", he heard followed immediately by a giggle. He came awake with a
start. Angelus made alot of odd sounds when they shared this bed. But he *did
not* giggle.

Blue eyes flew open, found themselves lost in a sea of green. Another giggle,
long lashes fluttering on white cheeks. "Ooooh...Angel..., I like him. He's
lovely."

Angel?!? None ever called his Sire by that diminutive....William simply
stared, stupid, his mouth agape. His naked Sire holding a woman was sight he
was accustomed to. It was a sight he always found particularly arousing,
actually. But, Angelus had never brought a woman home with him. Never brought
anyone else to this bed. And....this woman...she wasn't...William sniffed her.
She giggled again. "Shes dead", William stated.

"Very good, Childe. Not half as dumb as you look with your jaw hanging open
like that. She was meant to be a surprise for you. So...surprised?" The
pale creature smiled at him and cuddled into Angelus side like a contented
kitten as he spoke, "She's your birthday gift, boy. Have you forgotten? It's
Christmas Eve tomorrow. Maybe death-day gift is more appropos..I can never
figure which to call it...."

Willaim remained stunned and speechless until Angelus cuffed him upside his
head, fairly gently. "Will! Speak!"

"Who....?" was all the brown haired boy could manage as he drowned again in
those enormous eyes of hers. Angelus rolled his own eyes heavenwards.
"William,. this is Druscilla, Druscilla, this is William." Such a bizzare
place and time for the nobleman social graces, Willaim thought idly.

Catching the thought, Angelus grinned. "Yes", he drawled, "moment of
etiquitte over. Lets get down to the games, shall we?"

Still Willaim continued to stare. This was Druscilla. The woman who had all
but stolen his Sire from him for the past month. William had been prepared to
hate this chit. His Sire's obsession with her had left him feeling...discarded.
He'd had a notion Angelus was going to turn her, but now...she was here...
in their *bed*! She wasn't going to be a toy, or a minion. She was going to
be a Childe...the same as him.....?

And....and.... William...felt...warm.

That was it...how odd..he felt warm. He had no frame of reference for this
feeling at all, not from his life or since his un-death. He looked at this
dark goddess snuggling against Angelus chest...a place where until moments
ago only he had lain for the last hundered or so years...and he ....wanted to
protect her. How strange. It was obvious that Angelus had done his job well,
that she was more than a bit insane. She was humming some sort of melody as
his Sire absently stroked her collarbone...a nursery rhyme some far off part
of Williams brain remembered. But, Cor, he had eaten younger and prettier
than her! And with no regret, no remorse. But this one...he wanted....

"Do I have to show you how this is done too, boy?" Angelus baited, moving
his rough, slim fingers from Druscillas collarbone down her smooth, long
neck, dippping between her breasts, before pausing there...and taking one
full red nipple between forefinger and thumb. He squeezed, none too gently,
and she arched back against him, hissing her pleasure between clenched teeth.

Willaim swallowed hard. Then he bent his head and captured that nipple in his
mouth, rolling it between his teeth and tongue as his Sire cupped her breast
for him, and lightly rubbed his chin. She sighed, and the sound snaked down
the front of Williams body, and rested between his legs. He raised his eyes
to Angelus, tilted his head to the side, an unspoken plea. Angelus nodded,
and lay the black haired nymph back further, against his chest, leaning them
both upon the mounds of pillows. She was now completely exposed to Williams
heated gaze, and she continued to hum that tune. He had long ago stopped
trying to place it.

William let his tongue travel along the undersides of her round, tiny
breasts, creating
tighter and tighter circles until the wet, open mouth once again claimed the
hardening, pink flesh of her nipples. He took first one then the other bud
into his mouth, biting down gently at first, then harder as she whimpered and
thrust against him. Her small hands tangled in Williams hair, and she rested
her head back, as Angelus dropped a deep kiss on her open mouth. He swallowed
her sighs of pleasure, her whimpers of slight pain, as William continued to
nibble on the sensitive skin which swelled to greet his every caress. He
swallowed the melody she had never stopped humming.

At last Williams tongue found her thighs, and she kneaded his lightly muscled
shoulders with her arousing preternatural strength. He spared a glance up at
her, wondering what she would look like when her true face emerged in
passion. The sight of Angelus tongue filling her small red mouth drove him to
distraction. He buried his face between her taut thighs, and began the same
agonizingly slow, torturous circles he had patterened on her breasts. Angelus
had taught him a few handy tricks, to be sure, but his life prior didnt hurt
at all either. He nipped on the silken flesh covered by moist black curls,
until his teeth found the nub at the center of her pleasure. He sunk his
teeth in, piercing her skin, drawing the droplets of crimson blood into his
hungry mouth. Druscilla keened her pleasure into the side of Angelus neck,
and Williams curiosity was at last assuaged.

As he lifted his head from her downy softness, he watched the transformation
begin. Her forehead and cheekbones became feline, her eyes narrowed, and the
long, sooty lashes almost entirely dissapeared under the ridges prominent on
her brow. The green irises melted away, and now golden eyes peered out at
him. A soft, pink tongue tantalized, darted snakelike over glistening
canines. William felt every drop of stolen blood in his body begin to boil.

Without further thought or preamble, he took her, stretching and tearing her
tight entrance with one harsh downward stroke of his body. She screamed her
delight, and met his thrust with equal measure, her hipbones colliding
against his as she wrapped her slim legs around his waist. He could smell her
blood, her arousal, and his own demon possessed him, storming angrily through
the path of blood in his veins. A virgin..she had been a virgin...William was
lost.

The coupling became increasingly savage and William watched as beads of sweat
poured from his forehead onto her belly. Angelus placed his head between
them, and licked the salty droplets, before sinking his fangs into the taut
skin of Drus stomach. William heard the heady sounds of the feed through a
vermillion haze of passion. Angelus lifted his head, spilt blood pooling in
the corner of his mouth. He licked at his chin, a wild beast, and made a
circular motion with his hand, indicating that Dru should turn over.

William held her hips so she would not release her grasp on his body as he
helped her to her hands and knees. She was eye level with Angelus hard cock,
and a small grin played over her mouth. Then her head was grasped by two pair
of strong hands, and pushed relentlessly forward. Angelus filled her with a
ragged groan. William gritted his teeth to keep from howling at the sight
before him, and the feelings roaring through him.

Any restraint was soon forgotten as the pale, silky body between the men
began to
undulate in a slow, maddening rythym. William stared as her mouth wound around
his....*their* Sires cock, and his own aching shaft dissapeared again and
again into the molten depths of her. He dug his fingernails into her petal
soft ass as he felt his release swiftly approaching. The dark haired vampires
fists yanked at her inky curls, pulling her roughly towards him so her nose
hit his flat belly with each thrust. His face contorted in pleasure, and
William recognized that look.....

Angelus threw back his head and howled his unearthly delight, pulling away
just enough so that his cool, sticky semen covered her chin and pouting lips.
He rubbed his palm in the fluid, bid her to open her mouth, and she did,
sucking on his fingers one at a time as she had earlier milked his cock.

Now it was only William inside this delightful, wriggling vampire body,
William claiming her as his own....

::Mine::....Will heard the growled promise almost before it fell from his
Sires mouth...the pattern his lips had to form to say the words were so
achingly familiar. But this time it was cooed against a pink shoulder, and
the echo of it fell upon rich, raven hair.

As Williams thrusts stirred her to rapture, she screamed a name
aloud...::Angel!!::

William groaned, and his Sire smiled at him...perhaps mistaking the sound for
one of
enjoyment.......Or, perhaps not......

He closed his eyes as the empty orgasm rocked his body. The warmth he had been
suffused with mere moments ago was gone, replaced by violent quicksilver
leaping
through his skin.

**hate**

After over two hundred years of existence, he never did figure out which
grieved him
more. Whether it was the fact that someone else called out *His* Sires
name...or that it was Druscilla who called out that name..as he was making
love to her.

It took him over a hundred years to admit he had been *making love* to her.

After that night, William took up a new hobby. He would torture his victims
with a
sharpened stick...always aiming near the heart. And every time that sharp
piece of wood would slice the flesh, he would picture Angelus face, and that
moment.

Thankfully, he did not have to live with the animosity long between them. Not
fifty years later Angelus wandered to close to a gypsy campfire. Not long
after that was the expansion of the railroad across the major continents.

It was a good fifty more years before Druscilla stopped sighing the name
::Angel:: in her sleep. William beat her mercilessly for it, but he couldnt
begrudge her that, not really. After all, it had been the same length of time
since he had acquired his new moniker, and a bleached head of hair to match.
And sometimes, just sometimes, he still did the same thing.

End Part 6

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