Pairing: Angelus/William, William/OC
Rating: Adult only
Summary: Done for Angelus Month on the darker_spike LJ community, and
inspired by a manip done by the talented SueWorld, called "Sacrifice".
Check it out here- http://www.livejournal.com/community/darker_spike/29789.html
It is a completely AU look at how Angelus came to sire William.
I just never bought Drusilla as William's Sire, no way. I probably will
write more stories to follow this up.
Warnings: Violence, voyeurism, sex between two underage boys, m/m slash, oral sex, bloodplay...hey, it's got Angelus, you figure it out.
Disclaimer: The lovely men of the Jossverse don't belong to me... but it's all their fault for being so yummy that I want to have them do perverse things for my amusement.
Distribution: Various lists, my LJ, various LJ communities, and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance . Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it is going.
Feedback: Please? E-mail to goddess_salustra@juno.com
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1872-
The night was stifling. Sweat poured off William's body as he tried in vain to sleep. Between the heat and the noise of the party downstairs, it was impossible. He got up and walked to the balcony door, opening it. There was a lovely breeze, and the feel of it on his sweat-soaked skin made him shiver.
He debated with himself for a minute, then decided. He climbed over the balcony rail, reaching across to the limbs of the tree that grew close to it. He grabbed hold and worked his way down the tree. He was in the garden now, with a lovely breeze and the huge moon and the sparkling curtain of night overhead. He found his favorite bench and stretched out on it, feeling the cool stone against his bare back.
He was engrossed in watching the stars, and the sway of the branches overhead, and the scent of the night-blooming jasmine. He never noticed the doors of the house open, or the lone figure that walked out onto the terrace.
Angelus was thoroughly sick of the party, and the boring drunkard that was the host. He had managed to extricate himself from Darla and Dru and made his way out onto the terrace for some fresh air. He had snagged a decanter of fine whiskey on the way and was drinking it as he looked across the garden. Then he saw the pale figure stretched onto the bench, spread out like a sacrifice. Pale, perfectly formed, with brown curls cascading around his face. Young, certainly, but still the promise of beauty clearly there.
He sat the decanter down and stripped off his own shoes and coat and shirt. He moved stealthily through the garden, using every trick to remain unseen and unheard as he drew closer to the youth. He could smell his innocence clearly. He wasn't even sure himself what his intentions were, he just knew he wanted a better look at him.
For William's part, the cool air and the lovely feel of the night made him abandoned. He slid off his thin cotton pajama bottoms and opened his shirt, easing it off his shoulders, and he was kneeling, near naked now on the bench. He was a long way from the house, he reasoned, and certainly no one would come outside, not with the party going on. He could feel the cool breezes over his whole body now, and it was delicious, decadent, almost sinful.
Angelus had to restrain a gasp as the young man almost completely stripped. He was just a short distance from him now. He could tell by the lack of hair that the boy was very young. Twelve or thirteen maybe. But still, so beautiful. Pale perfect skin, the face of a young Adonis, eyes so very, very blue, and honey-brown curls. He would be a devastating beauty when he was fully grown. The boy moved and stretched with an almost feline grace. Angelus could simply not tear his eyes away from watching him. He took in a breath, catching the boy's delicate scent mixed with the jasmine. He'd always associate him with that scent now, he knew.
William was feeling better now. Cooled, invigorated. He started singing softly to himself. Angelus was captivated. The boy's voice was sweet and pure, a match for his beauty. And he decided, right then and there, that he would have this boy, to keep for his own. His own perfect little beauty, to have and hold forever. But he'd have to let him blossom first. Angelus could wait. He was nothing if not patient. In the same careful, patient way he'd stalked Drusilla, he would mold this boy to his desires. He would make certain the boy was ready for him, and schooled to his liking. He was already making plans in his head as he reluctantly tore himself away and moved quietly back to the house. After all, he needed to finagle details about the boy either from the host or the hostess, who were obviously his father and mother.
1873-
"But George, William is so *young*, and delicate. He'll never survive in that horrid private school. Can't he just keep going to day school?" Anne pleaded with her husband. She adored her sweet, quiet son, and didn't want to be parted from him.
"Boy's thirteen now, practically grown. I swear, Anne, you'll smother the boy! He needs to get away from motherly coddling and grow up! No, Anne, he's going to board and that's *final*!" George Foster was adamant. He wanted the boy out of the house. He was tired of his pretty face, tired of Anne spending every moment fussing over the boy instead of paying attention to her own husband.
Anne continued arguing with her husband, even though she's aware how futile it is. She's worried for him, worried his sweet nature will be spoiled while he's away from her. And she was afraid for herself, and not having any comfort or respite from her husband's drunken rages.
William, unbeknownst to either of them, was listening from the top of the stairs...at least he did until he could stand it no more and he retreated to the sanctuary of his room. He prayed. Prayed to his guardian Angel for protection.
Then, as he had for the past year or so, he got an answer. A figure stepped out of the shadow, too pale and handsome to be anything real. "You are troubled, my sweet one?" Angelus asked.
William nodded. "They're sending me away to board. I'm too small, and too girlish. The bullies will pick on me and beat me, I know it."
Angelus spread his hands in a benediction. "They won't, my boy. I shall be watching, as always, and protecting you. I won't let you be harmed. I will arrange for a protector to keep you. You must trust, and follow the signs. You do trust me, don't you?"
William nodded vigorously. "I do, Angelus. You've never lied to me. But..." He dropped his head, afraid to ask for more.
Angelus stepped forward and lifted William's chin. "Tell me, sweet one,"
"My father...he'll...he'll beat my mother without me here. I know it."
Angelus' eyes clouded. "Has he beaten you?"
William dropped his head again. "Yes," he whispered.
"I will provide, William. You must trust me. He will never harm either of you again."
William looked back up, eyes brimming with grateful tears. "Thank you, Angelus."
Angelus can't resist the temptation presented by those sweet tears, that trusting face. He leaned down and very softly, chastely brushed his lips against William's. William doesn't resist, doesn't pull away. This was the kiss of an Angel, surely a blessing, and William truly believed.
Angel had to step back before temptation overwhelmed his patience and all his careful plans. "Sleep well, sweet one. I shall protect you, as always. Pray and I will come when you need me."
William nodded and got up off his knees. "Thank you, Angelus." He climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up tight. Angelus stepped back into the shadows, quietly disappearing into the darkness.
It had taken very little, really, to gain access to William's house. Carefully applied bribes had acquired him willing and eager accomplices among the servants. They fed him all the information he needed and made sure windows and doors were left open for him when he required it. And even now he knew what George, William's father, would do. He would leave the safety of the house for his usual haunt, a local house of ill-repute, to drink and whore the night away. He hadn't known George beat the boy. The idea of that man laying hands on his property made his vision go red as blood. He would take care of the problem in a rather permanent fashion.
It was quite touching and sweet, really, and ironic in the best sense that William mistook Angelus for a guardian Angel. Angelus was even more taken with the boy now that he had gotten to know him than he was on seeing him that night in the garden. William had a quick wit, was an eager student, and had a romantic and poetic heart. None of the coarseness of his odious father had touched him in any permanent fashion. He was almost as delicate as any woman, and the promise of beauty Angelus saw that first night was becoming more apparent every passing day. And finally, he was deeply trusting and very obedient. Angelus knew he would be the perfect companion for him.
These thoughts kept Angelus pleasant company as he walked to the whorehouse. He started buying drinks and waited for George Foster to come through the door. Which he did, soon enough. Angelus kept up the pretense of being just another customer, buying drinks and flirting with the ladies. He could wait. This was just another hunt. Finally George stumbled down, reeking of sex and cheap perfume and liquor, and stumbled out the door. Angelus paid his tab, with a generous tip, and followed him. Carrying that much of a load, George would probably stop in some alleyway for a piss, Angelus was certain. Which he did. Angelus moved behind him, twisting his neck with a clean snap. George crumpled, dead, without ever knowing what hit him. Angelus stepped out of the alleyway and moved away at a moderate step, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Given what the man had done, it was too much mercy, really. But torturing him would have only frightened the boy.
And, of course, that was the important thing. William *had* to
trust him. It was too vital to his plans. Right up to the moment
that Angelus took his life and made him one of them, William had to trust
him.
The next morning, the police came to Anne Foster's door and told her about the unfortunate death of her husband. Thieves, most likely, as his clothes and all valuables were gone. They would try their best to find the culprits, of course, but given the seedy neighborhood and the circumstances...
Anne was grief-stricken. Without her husband...She'd have to send William away, for his own good. The gossip and the talk among their friends would be frightful, and he shouldn't have to bear that. And she would hardly be capable of dealing with her own grief, much less his.
Within the week, after the funeral, William was bundled off to public
school.
Angelus had checked out the school, of course. He cornered the head boy, the alpha male of the little school, in a dark place. The boy was cocky, managing to hide his fear well, and Angelus nodded approvingly.
"I've got a business proposition for you, Joseph, if you're interested. Make you a nice bit of extra money for whatever you want. I'm sure your parents' allowance goes only so far."
Angelus had researched him carefully and his remarks hit the boy just right. Joseph nodded with an avaricious smile. "What do I need to do?"
"A family friend is about to board here. William Foster. Very pretty boy. I want him to have a protector. And a teacher, of sorts. Want the boy to learn how to use his mouth properly, in *every* way, but I want his virgin arse left that way, and I don't want him beaten or otherwise messed with. You seem the right one to arrange that. Have I come to the right man?"
Again the boy replied with a grin. "Absolutely. Especially if he's pretty. I understand you exactly. So how much?"
Angelus pulled out a sack of coins, handing it to Joseph. "This much,
every month, as long as you do *exactly* what I've asked. And believe
me, I'll know." The last statement was filled with menace.
The boy had the sense to shiver. "No problem. Your friend will be
taken care of."
Angelus stepped back and faded away into the night. He would
watch, and monitor, but he was confident his boy would be properly schooled
now.
William was unpacking his kit in his new dormitory. He's worried and more than a little nervous about being here. He's heard so many horror stories about boarding, and all the boys he's seen so far seem so much bigger and brawnier than him.
Suddenly there was an older boy in the room. Taller, well-muscled, and intimidating. He leaned against the wall with presumptuous ease. "You're William Foster, right? The new boy?"
William nodded, not quite able to find his voice. "Around here we mostly go by last names. So you're Foster...at least in public." Those last words came out with a dark suggestiveness. "I'm the Head Boy, Joseph Atherton. I've come here to tell you how things work."
William shivered, and managed to speak. "What do you mean by that?"
"New boys...well, let's just say that the older boys can be a little harsh on newcomers. But I've taken an interest in you, Foster. I'm going to be your new best friend. Take care of you, make sure you don't get mistreated."
Somehow William didn't feel as reassured by this as he might. "That's very... generous of you."
Atherton nodded. "It is. Of course, there's a cost involved. You'll need to come to my room every day. Help me with things. It's expected. And we're going to get very close. *Very* close indeed." There was a glint in his eyes that made William squirm and tremble inside.
"What if...hypothetically speaking, of course...I didn't want to take you up on your offer?"
Atherton shrugged. "Well then you'd be fresh meat for all the upperclassmen. They usually feel it their bounden duty to toughen up the new boys by heaping on all the harassment they can."
William nodded. "Somehow I thought that was the case. Well, of course, I'm certainly honored by your offer, and I accept. What am I to call you, then?"
"Atherton or Sir. In public, at least. We'll discuss the rest later when you come to my room." Joseph's eyes wandered over William's pretty face and slender form. Hell, he thought, I'd probably have taken him for free. Though I wouldn't have left that sweet arse virgin.
William had the grace to blush and drop his eyes at Atherton's gaze. "Yes Sir."
Atherton smiled approvingly at that. "Oh, *very* nice. Better make it Sir, always. I like that way it sounds coming out of your mouth."
"Yes Sir," William replied. He was definitely uncomfortable now, and there was an unfamiliar heat and tingling inside.
Atherton grinned as he left the room. It was going to be a pleasure
initiating young Foster, he could tell.
Angelus was closeted away in a secret passage. These English...right perverts, all of them. There were passages and spyholes built into the place so that the boys could be spied upon. A generous application of cash had given him access. He wanted to watch how Atherton treated his boy, and he wanted to see how his boy reacted. So he was standing, motionless, eyes peering through a cunningly concealed spyhole into Atherton's room. Atherton had just come back and was lounging on the bed.
There was a knock on the door. "Come," Atherton said. The door opened and a very nervous-looking William stood there. "Come on inside, Foster, and close the door behind you." William did as he was told, standing, fidgeting, with his hands behind his back.
"I'm here, like you said to be."
Atherton smiled. "So you are. Smart boy. You notice the others left you alone, right?"
William nodded. He had also noticed how mercilessly the other new boys were treated, and they already resented him for his apparent immunity. But he didn't want to be a target of those bullies. So he'd keep to his devil's bargain. "What..." He clears his throat. "What do I need to do?"
"You can start by cleaning. Take off your jacket and shirt. Don't want you getting them dirty while you clean." Atherton's smile was anything but friendly, and William shivered. But he did as he was told, taking off his jacket and tie and shirt. His pale, lightly-muscled chest came into view, and he shivered at the air on his skin.
Atherton put his hands behind his head. "Get to work then."
Angelus could feel his own arousal starting, as well as a burning jealousy that this schoolboy would get to touch his property before Angelus did. But there was no cure for it, and Angelus held himself still and continued watching.
William started moving around the room, tidying, dusting, making the room presentable. The movement helped warm him, but he was all too aware of Atherton's eyes on him as he worked.
For his part, Atherton was enjoying watching William. He had an undefinable element of grace that made him even more beautiful in motion that he was standing still. He licked his lips and contemplated exactly what he was going to do to the young boy.
Angelus watched too. The more he saw William, the fiercer his desire burned for him. He wanted him. He wanted to turn him, to mold him, to make that lovely innocent boy worship him and bow before him. The very fact that William had such an effect on him was the reason he could not fail. He had to make William his slave to regain his own peace of mind.
William finished and turned back to Atherton. Atherton nodded. "Good job. Now come here." William nervously stepped forward. "Closer," Atherton said. William cleared his throat nervously. He very hesitantly moved up to the side of the bed.
Atherton sat up and reached out a hand to touch William's cheek. "So very pretty."
William trembled a bit at the touch and blushed. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Getting to know you better. I want to be your friend. Don't you want that?" Atherton's voice was soft and seductive.
William nodded. "Y-yes. But this is..."
"Wrong? Ask around, William. Everyone here does it. If you want me to be good to you, protect you, you need to be good to me." Atherton's voice was still soft but the threat in his words was like a coiled cobra.
William started at the words and then blushed deeper still. "What do I need to do?"
"For the moment? Just stay where you are. I'll take
the lead." Atherton leaned forward and touched his
lips gently to William's in a tentative kiss. William's lips
were so very sweet. He pressed harder, making the kiss more passionate,
more demanding. William whimpered and squirmed, but he liked the
sensation, and he didn't pull away.
Angelus' fists clenched as he watched. It was necessary, he knew, but the thought of someone touching his property made him livid. And those noises...Angelus thought he had never heard anything as delicious as those little whimpers.
Atherton slid his hands over William's soft pale skin, feeling his back and belly and finally his chest. His fingers found those pink nipples and teased them to hardness, eliciting more whimpers and gasps from William. William could feel his own shaft hardening in response to these attentions. It was a relatively new sensation...he'd only started having stiffies in the past few months, and he'd no idea that others could make it hard by touching him. Without realizing quite what he was doing, he pressed against Atherton's hands.
Angelus bit his lips, trying to keep silent. Innocent William might be, but he was incredibly responsive. Perfect. He inhaled the scent of William's arousal mixed with Atherton's. He made a mental note that he was going to hunt down and torture Atherton later, and that mollified him somewhat.
Atherton's hands slid back down and started undoing William's trousers. At this, William reached his hands to stop him, blushing fiercely. Atherton gave William a sharp look. "Hands behind your back if you know what's good for you." William moaned and put his hands behind his back, and Atherton undid William's trousers and slid them off, then the whitefronts underneath. William's hard cock came into view, reasonably large for such a slender slip of a boy.
"Oh, what have we here, you naughty little boy?" Atherton asked. "An evil little stiffy...no doubt caused by you thinking impure thoughts. Whatever shall we do about it?"
William blushed harder and dropped his head. Atherton chuckled. "On your back on the bed, boy, now." William scrambled onto the bed, and lay down as he was instructed. Atherton bent over and curled his fingers around the stiff cock, starting to stroke it. William moaned and arched, still blushing. He was *sure* this must be wrong, but it felt so good, and he knew better now than to try and stop Atherton.
William was a beautiful picture, flushed skin, back arched, whole body responding to the hand on his cock. Angelus grabbed the small notebook he kept in his pocket and the charcoal stick, and started sketching him. It gave him something to do to distract himself from the growing urge to burst in and kill Atherton and take his boy right now.
Atherton lowered his head and licked across the head of William's cock. William's eyes widened and he uttered a tiny strangled cry. This *surely* must be wrong. But it was exquisite. Atherton grinned at William's response and kept licking. "Pay attention, Foster. You'll be doing this later to me."
William nodded, unable to form words, but now through the pleasure haze he tried to concentrate on what was being done to him. Atherton licked around the head, flicking his tongue over the slit and then back out around the rim of the head. Then he started taking the cock into his mouth. William groaned and clenched his hands in the bedsheets, even as he continued to watch and try to concentrate. Atherton pushed down, taking most of the cock in his mouth, then he started to bob up and down, sucking in his cheeks hard. William tried to control himself, tried to hold still and watch. But the sensations were almost overwhelming.
Angelus watched, his hands feverishly sketching the lovely sight. William was perfection. More beautiful than anyone he had ever seen. He had to have this boy, had to conquer him and own him.
It didn't take much of the sucking before William's belly tightened and his balls drew up. Atherton decided he would swallow, both as a good example and because he wanted to taste the sweet young Foster. William cried out softly as he came, hot seed filling Atherton's greedy and willing mouth. Atherton drank down every drop, then pulled his mouth off William's softening cock. William slumped back on the bed.
"You liked that, didn't you, boy?" Atherton asked. William nodded. "Yes, Sir. Yes I did."
Atherton grinned. "Good. I think we're going to get along just swimmingly. You rest a moment and then you'll do me. We'll work a little on using your mouth, but you can bring me off with your hand. It'll take practice before you can do what I did."
William whimpered and nodded. As wrong as this must be, he was enjoying it. He was looking forward to his 'lessons'.
In his hiding spot, Angelus had finished the sketch. He steeled
himself for the sight to come. It was going to be a long night indeed.
A few hours later William was walking back to the dormitory. A dark figured stepped from the shadows. "Angelus," William whispered.
Angelus nodded. "I found you a protector, as I promised."
William shivered a little. "Atherton? But he makes me do..."
Angelus smiled. "Unnatural things? But they feel good, don't they?"
William blushed and nodded, ducking his head.
"There's nothing unnatural about it, boy. God made your body for pleasure, therefore there's no sin in feeling what he gave you capacity to feel."
"I never thought about it that way." William nibbled on his lower lip.
Angelus stepped forward and touched William's cheek. William nuzzled into the hand. He loved the feel of that huge, slightly rough hand on him. He often wondered if it was a sin, to love the touch of an Angel.
For his own part, Angelus had to stifle a moan as William nuzzled him. He wanted him *now*, and he knew he was going to be tormented until he could have him. Just as he knew that William would pay for every moment of torment he so innocently caused. He lowered his hand and stepped back. "I will watch over you, William. Never doubt that."
William nodded. "I trust you."
Angelus stepped into the shadows and quietly disappeared into the night. William sighed and continued his walk towards the dormitory.
1880-
Damn Darla anyway. She'd gotten it into her pretty head to go touring the continent and of course Angelus had to go. Leaving his pretty boy behind. He'd managed, just barely, to make the arrangements to keep paying for 'protectors' for William. At least through school. But he hadn't gotten to see him for seven long years. He cursed his Sire silently, over and over, not getting to lay eyes on or touch or monitor his sweet boy all this time.
But at last she'd gotten the itch to visit The Master, and they were back in London. And if the reports of his agents were accurate, William was ripe and perfect for the taking now, in the full bloom of his young manhood.
They were walking the streets of London, talking, looking for prey, when a distressed young man came hurtling out of nowhere and bumped into Angelus. He had to control himself and not betray recognition as he saw it was William.
For William's part, he was too grief-stricken and upset to recognize Angelus. He had, indeed, come to think that Angelus was a dream, a figment of his imagination, because he had not seen him in seven long years. He had concluded that he had conjured up Angelus to comfort him when things were so terrible. He yelled at the man who blocked his path and kept going.
Drusilla noticed him. And she decided, as Angelus had, that William was perfect. She slunk off to make him hers.
Angelus had to scramble, making an excuse to get away from Darla and follow after William and Drusilla. He entered the alleyway to see William being devoured by Drusilla, his life draining away. He snarled and pulled her off him. "This one is mine, Drusilla. Find your own." Drusilla whimpered and then moved away, cowed by her Sire.
William looked up. "Angelus? But...I called for you. Again and again. And you didn't come."
Angelus stroked William's honey-brown curls, looking into those blue eyes. "I'm here now, William. In your hour of need."
William rubbed against Angelus' hand, like a sweet cat being petted. Angelus pulled him into a close embrace, scenting the perfume of him and the blood still fresh on his neck. He kissed down and then let his fangs descend, finishing the job Drusilla had begun.
For his part, William moaned in surprise and then in pleasure. His guardian Angel was taking him away. He submitted, surrendered, let Angelus drink down his life without protest. He descended into darkness, his heart finally stopping.
Angelus ripped open a wrist, pushing the wound to William's gaping mouth, forcing the blood inside. "Drink, boy. Drink, come back to me."
From far away William heard a voice calling, and tasted something spicy in his mouth. He swallowed, again and again, and it was liquid bliss. It was life, filling him, waking him again.
Angelus nodded, pleased. William had spirit. He let him drink long and deep, taking as much as he wanted. Angelus wanted William bound to him, and strong in body. Finally William's belly was full, and the wound on Angelus' wrist was closing. William collapsed, seemingly dead, and Angelus scooped him up into his arms and carried him away.
Darla would be unhappy. Angelus was all too aware of that fact. But at the moment, the only thing that mattered was that he finally had his perfect boy, his sacrifice.
Finis