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Rating: PG14
Content: a bit of language, slash
Summary: Set the first Christmas after William was turned. In this ficlet, unlike in most of my stories, I went with canon having Drusilla sire him. William finds Angelus setting up a Christmas tree.
A/N: I'm writing a ficlet/drabble request a day until Christmas. This is day one, written for itsabigrock. Tania wanted Spike/Angel, set any time, any rating, with a Christmas kiss. She didn't want rum balls. Dang, I could have run straight to the gutter with that one. ;)
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Home from a quick kill on a cold winter's night, William found himself shoved aside in the entryway by an enormous evergreen tree. Baffled he followed the minions toting the tree into the parlor and watched as they set it up in a corner where there had previously been a grouping of chairs. The chairs were now shoved into another corner making the room even more crowded than normal.
"No, you idiot. How many years have you been through this? The angel is reserved for Drusilla."
William followed the barking voice to the far side of the tree where Angelus stood observing and directing minions who were unpacking boxes of garlands, ornaments, and candles. He scooted around a sofa and nearly tripped over a misplaced ottoman as he made his way over to his grandsire.
"What's all this?" At Angelus' glower, William stiffened his spine and his chin, glowering back.
Angelus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "What's it look like?"
"A Christmas tree."
"Then that would be what it is, boy."
William glowered even more at being labeled a 'boy', but his confusion won out over his pride. "But, why do we have a Christmas tree? I mean, we're vampires, demons. Surely we don't celebrate a Christian holiday."
"The tree's pagan, the gifts make the ladies happy, the carolers serve up hearty winter snacks, and on Christmas Day Darla serves crackers stuffed with intriguing bits of human for party favors. Nothing Christian about any of that."
"And the angel?"
Angelus' wolfish grin made William squirm. "Why, that would be me, William, god king of this family."
William snorted at the other vampire's ego, but refrained from commenting. There were much more interesting ways to spend an evening than being beaten to a bloody pulp. As Angelus went back to directing the exact placement of glass balls on the tree, William headed to the drinks table and poured himself a large brandy.
Angelus snatched it from his hands, drained it without even bothering to savor the aroma, and ignored William's protests. "At least this year we're living in a house that celebrates Christmas and has the requisite ornaments and decorations. Drusilla will never let me forget the year we took over a Jew's house."
Scowling deeper, William picked up the brandy and a clean glass for himself. "I suppose I'll need to get her a gift."
"'Tis the twenty-second of December, boy. You better move quickly on that," Angelus snickered.
"Well, nobody told me we celebrated Christmas," William protested. "We don't celebrate All Hallows, which would make sense."
"You've met your sire, right? Sense and Drusilla rarely march hand and hand," the older male snickered deeper. "We've only been celebrating since I turned her. She has trouble letting go to some aspects of humanity. I choose to find it quaint. And she always lets me eat her Christmas pud."
William's eyes narrowed at that familiar, possessive smirk. "I'll be doing that this year, Angelus."
The older male laughed loudly and clouted William across his back, nearly sending the brandy glass flying. "I might be willing to share. If you make it worth my while."
The younger vampire perked up at that--yes, definitely better ways to spend the evening, especially with the ladies out of the house on their own hunt--and plucked Angelus' glass from his hands, setting both down on the table. "How long do you think the ladies will be gone?"
"Long enough." Angelus' demeanor changed, as usual, on a whim, his voice lowering to a sensual growl. He glanced over at the minions decorating the tree and barked for them to get out, which they did at a rapid pace. The last one out closed the door leaving a sprig of mistletoe swinging from the frame. "There's a place to start."
"Aren't you supposed to kiss your true love under the mistletoe?" William pretended to protest as his grandsire took his arm and tugged him none too gently across the furniture crowded room.
"True love, childe in need of a good buggering, whatever."
William found himself shoved against the door, large hands pinning his shoulders, a knee pushing between his thighs, and he sighed as lust burned through him. His own hands wrapped in the soft linen of Angelus' shirt, tugging the taller vampire down for a carnal kiss. Lips, tongues, teeth clashed, and growls and groans spilled out around the edges, as they kissed and sucked and bit at each other, their lust quickly spiraling out of control.
When their lips finally parted, leaving both of them gasping for unnecessary air, William murmured in a daze, "Happy Christmas, Angelus."
"And a merry fuck beneath the mistletoe," Angelus leered back, before crushing his grandchilde to him for another hot, hungry kiss.
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