Complex Pleasures

by
Ria

Part 1

*****

He rose. He wasn't in that grave for long; I remember the time being longer for Penn, Dru and Spike. He dug his way out of the grave, just the way he was supposed to. Such a beautiful creature, and I could see the evilness shining from his eyes. I wanted to cry. But then he said it. "Sire." And crept closer. How was I supposed to resist that? I'm not a noble man, I know that, so I embraced him. My Childe.

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I don't know how long I've been holding him. I can feel his eagerness to please me, and I can feel his hunger. He can't hold on for much longer. He just rose. He's hungry. I know.

Wes lifts his head, yellow eyes burning. Any minute now.

"Sire, I'm hungry."

And there it came. His eyes are glittering.

"Sire?" Wes growls. He can't help it, he's so hungry.

I let him go. He stands there for a second, as if not sure what to do. That doesn't last long. There's an old woman close by. Before I even realize what's happening, Wes runs to her. Drains her.

The woman collapses on the ground and Wes raises his head. He looks at me; he wants me to be proud of him. And I am. Dear Lord, I am. He is a pure predator, I can see that. And I just let him drain someone. Holy fuck, what did I just do?

He stalks back to me. "Sire?"

"Yes Wes?" I'm trying to keep my cool. He needs to respect me.

He smiles, but his smile isn't as shy and sweet as it used to be; now it's seductive and shameless. Oh, I know this part. The lust. It follows the feeding, I remember that. That beautiful creature wants me. He comes close and wraps his arms around me. His face is an inch away from mine. He's still smiling. His body is hot as he rubs it against mine. I can feel the bulge in his pants.

"Sire," he says and kisses me. He plunges his tongue into my mouth. I can't just stand there anymore, I have to touch him. I grab his hair with one hand and his ass with the other. I press him close and I fuck his mouth with my tongue. He's like liquid against me.

"Sire," he moans. Like it's the only word he knows, like I'm the center of his universe.

I push him away from me, we're both panting. His lips are swollen and he's trembling from lust. I'm not any better. I can't take it any longer, I kick him to the ground and I press his hands over his head. He likes it.

I tear his shirt apart and I bite him - his chest, his neck, his stomach. I rip his pants away and I bite his thighs. Blood everywhere. Wesley jerks from pleasure. I rip my pants away. I broke my zipper, but I don't care. I just want them off.

His cock looks like it's ready to burst, leaking precum, so I spread his thighs wider and I plunge into him. He's so tight. I can feel that my cock tears him apart. He howls, and he comes. I didn't even touch him. I keep fucking him and I grab his shaft. He's already half hard as I stroke him back into hardness.

"Harder!" he yells.

I fuck him as hard as I can. A human couldn't take it, but him, he loves it.

As I feel the orgasm coming I bite his neck. I press his head into my neck and he bites me. Our orgasms wash over us and we're spasming violently as the blood flows between us. My fangs are deep in his flesh, just as deep as my cock is in him. We are in heaven.

After what seems like hours, I roll off him. He objects, but I do it anyway. It has been such a long time since I last felt anything like that. No wonder, there's nothing like sharing blood between Childe and Sire. He's glowing, he's happy and I'm… I'm not. Guilt floods over me as I look at the vampire lying next to me.

He seems to notice my distress.

"Sire, what's the matter?"

I laugh ironically, what's the matter - really? I just turned my employee and I let him kill someone. No reason to worry at all. Hah! When Cordelia and Gunn find out, they *will* try to stake me. If they can't, they will call Giles and then Buffy will come and she'll cry and *she'll* stake me. After that she’ll stake Wesley. I can't let that happen.

"Angelus?" he asks.

"Not Angelus, Wes."

"Oh, well then, what are your plans for me?" he asks casually.

I look at him. His bite marks are already almost gone, he has his ripped clothes back on, but his face is his own. He looks like my Wes, my living Wes, but he isn't. He's still smart and he has all Wes’ knowledge. He's an ex-Watcher and Watchers know a lot about vampires, and he's my Childe. He has more strength and wisdom than a regular newly-risen Childe. He's dangerous and I know he loves me, but he doesn't trust me. He knows that if I'm not Angelus, there’s a good chance that I'll try to stake him or get him his soul back. I'm pretty sure he thinks about running away. I also know that he can't, he's a newborn and I'm his Sire. He wants to be near me.

"Wes," I say. He looks straight into my eyes. "Wes, I can't let you run around killing people, you know that."

In a flash he gets up and starts running across the cemetery. Well, I guess I was wrong, he can leave me. I follow him easily. He is not as fast as I am. After a few miles I catch him. He's fighting to get rid of me, but I'm not letting him go. He's wearing his game face.

"Get away from me," he hisses between his fangs.

"Nope."

"You can't fucking kill me, I want to live, but I refuse to be a bloody soulded wanker like you!!"

I hit him hard, knocking him to the ground. "Next time you speak to me like that I will beat you so badly that you can't move for a week." I might have my soul, but I won't tolerate that kind of behavior.

"Yes, Sire," His ridges are melting away, making him look frightened and lost.

"Come here!" I snap at him and he comes obediently.

I decide to go home. Sun will be up soon and we need to sleep. After that, I have to decide what to do.


*****

Part 2

*****

I'm lying next to him. My Sire. He is so strong, so old. He's perfect, except for his soul. I love him but I don't trust him, and I'm not sure what to do. He's sleeping; I could run away. Maybe he won't find me. I just don't really want to leave, but if I don't, he might try to give me my soul back. I hate my soul. I do not want it back. Ever! God, I wish I could read his mind. Shit, I can't think straight, I'm so hungry. Wait. Is that a heartbeat?

Trying to hear better Wes turns his head to listen. Yeah, that's a heartbeat and it's coming from the hall and the scent... Familiar. Oh yes, I know that scent, it's Cordelia.

With an evil little smile on his face, he slides under Angel's arm to the floor.

Clothes? No. Ah, she's going back downstairs. Wes opens the door and looks out. There she is.

"Cordy?"

Cordelia is on her way to the kitchen when she hears her name being called. That sounds like Wesley. Frowning she turns around.

"Wes? What's up?"

Getting a better view it looks like Wes is *naked*. "Are you naked?!"

"No."

"Then why are you hiding behind the door?"

Heh, she asks a lot of questions, just like in that old children's story with a wolf and a little girl in red. Well, Cordy isn't wearing red, but it doesn't matter. She's the little girl who is about to be eaten. Stomach grumbling he steps completely out of the room.

"Holy crap Wes, you're not wearing any clothes!" she nearly yells.

"I know, Cordy"

"Well ,why not? Wes, what's wrong with you?!" she snaps. "Go back to your room and put some clothes on. Wait, that's Angel's room. Why are you naked in Angel's room?"

Silently walking towards Cordy, Wes just smiles.

Cordy is stunned. "Wes?" she tries again, but he doesn't answer. Getting annoyed, she demands an answer. "What the hell is it?! Talk to me."

Finally he opens his mouth. "I don't want to talk, Cordy. I'm hungry."

Shaking her head she takes Wes' hand. "Wes, you must be sick. That's why you're in Angel's room and *not* wearing any clothes." She calms down. "I should've known that right away. Come on, Wes. Let's go back to bed, okay? I'll wake Angel and he'll make you some chicken soup."

Not moving an inch he says: "I don't want chicken soup, Cordy."

"Fine, fine, we'll get you something else." Smiling, she pushes Wes a little. "Come on, you'll freeze to death here. Man, are you gonna be embarrassed tomorrow when you realize that you've been walking around naked."

"I don't think so," Wes says with a smirk.

"Wes, get your ass moving. Ya know, you should start wearing tighter clothes, you have a great body," she says teasingly.

Suddenly, feeling his grip getting tighter, she tries to free her hand. "Wes, shit, stop! That hurts."

"Good," he answers coldly.

That voice. It doesn't sound like the Wes she knows. Almost afraid to lift her eyes to Wes' she does it anyway. Inch by inch she raises her head, not really believing what her instincts are telling her.

First she sees his lips. She absently notices that he is smiling. And the smile isn't very nice. Nose next. It looks like Wes' nose. Then eyes. She feels her heart, her whole body freezing. His eyes, his eyes are not the kind, blue grey eyes she's used to. Closing her eyes she tries to step back, knowing that she can't. Opening her eyes again she looks straight at him, at the yellow vampire eyes. As she's watching his whole face change to the vampire's game face, she feels tears start to run down her face. Unable to speak and unable to close her eyes again she stares at the face of the monster who killed her friend.

"Wow, you're smarter than I thought. I guess something really does happen in that pretty little head of yours." The cold voice sends chills down her spine. How had she missed that voice before? She was stupid for not realizing this sooner and for thinking that something like this couldn't happen to their family. Feeling panic starting to rise, she knows she has to do something.

"ANGEL!!!!!!"

"Shut up!" He slaps her hard across the face.

Wes hit her. Wes hit her. She can't think. Wes h-i-t her. She yelled for Angel, maybe he heard her and will come to her rescue. He'll find whoever did this and he'll make him pay. Or her.

"You better not wake up my Sire, bitch."

"What?" She feels like he's slapped her again. Did he said Sire? No! Not Angel. Angel wouldn't do that. No, no, no. He wouldn't, he's the good guy. He can't do that. Last year he was tempted, yeah, but in the end he didn't give up. He wouldn't...

"WES!" The third voice interrupts her train of thought. Angel.

"Fuck! You did wake him." Wes sounds almost petulant.

Cordy turns around, feeling her arm twist, since Wes is still holding it. She doesn't care, she has to see Angel. He's wearing silk sleeping pants. They have blue stripes on them. Those must be nice and comfortable, she thinks absently.

"Let her go." The voice is very authorative and she feels Wes letting her hand go immediately. Clutching her arm to her chest she feels her legs get wobbly. She slumps to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She knows she should leave. Run. But she can't, she simply can't. Everything is moving and she feels like she's about to throw up.

"Wes, what were you doing? Look at me! What the fuck do you think you were doing?!" A very angry Angel is practically screaming at Wes.

"Sire. I was hungry and she was there, well, here."

"She is off-limits."

"But..."

"Don't try to justify your actions. Go to my room! Now!" The fury in Angel's voice is obvious.

Mumbling something to himself, Wes leaves.

Running his fingers through his hair, Angel sits on the floor next to Cordy. She tries to move away, but finally gives in and just sits there, eyes closed, tears streaking her face. He knows how bad this looks and how hard it will be to fix.

"Cordelia?"

Hearing his voice she starts to rock back and forth.

"Cordy?" he tries again. This time putting his hand on her knee.

Violently she pushes it away and opens her eyes. "Are you gonna try and eat me too?" Her voice is weak.

"Of course not. Cordy, please let me explain…" Not getting any further as she interrupts him.

Her voice is much stronger now, like she has gotten her resolve back. "Angelus. You enjoy playing your little head games, you sick, sick monster, but I know what you are. You can kill me, but you can't beat me."

"Cordelia, I'm Angel."

"Angel wouldn't have killed Wesley, I told you not to even try to trick me."

Even to her own ears her voice sounds strong now, but inside she's trembling. She doesn't have any weapons nearby; she knows he'll kill her. But she won't die easily. No, she's a fighter. He thinks he can trick her into believing that he’s still Angel, but she's not falling for it, not even when she wants to believe it so badly. Angel wouldn't have killed Wesley, it's as simple as that.

"You are free to go. I'm not stopping you, but before you go, I have to tell you something."

"I'm free to go? What are you doing? You're making me think that I can go, and just as I'm at the door, you'll pull me back in? Is that your plan? Is it?" She's yelling and crying at the same time.

"WELL?!! Is that your plan?!"

"Calm down. I'm not playing any games. Just please listen for a while and then you can go."

"Liar." She sits down again, but further away from Angel.

Without trying to soften what he has to say, he just says it. "I turned Wes. *I* turned him, me; Angel. He almost died. And I couldn't let him go. So I turned him." Not knowing what else to say, he just sits there, quietly.

After a long silence she has to ask him the question that’s been nagging at her. "Don't think for a second that I believe you, but why?"

"Why what? Why couldn't I just let him die?" Looking somewhere into the distance he tells her. "I love him. I'm weak. I've never been the strongest person in the room, and I couldn't lose him. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe this is happening." Not knowing what to do, what to feel, Cordelia stands up. Deciding that she has to try to leave, she takes a step back, and then another. When Angel makes no move towards her, she runs to the stairs. Hell, she practically flies downstairs, and out of the Hyperion.

Still sitting, Angel watches her leave. Slowly standing up again with a quiet sigh, he walks back to his room, where his disobedient Childe waits for him. Opening the door to his room, he sees him sitting in the middle of the bed. How beautiful he is. Closing the door behind him, he realizes that it's not even dusk yet.


TBC...

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