Part 4 

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Notes: Paragraph in ^^^^ is a flashback   
   
  
   
'Dear God, what have I done?'  
   
Angel retracted his fangs and licked the wounds closed. He lowered the limp body to the bed, wincing a bit at the sight of the blood and cum. Shit, he didn't think that Spike would lose consciousness. Maybe cumming so hard and the blood loss had been too much for him. Maybe it was because he'd gone so long without being fucked that did it. Well, whatever the cause, his boy was now deeply asleep and he felt proud that he was the one that had put him in this position. Hell, in any position. His boy was back where he belonged. With his Sire.   
   
He walked, all right limped, into the bathroom and wet a soft sponge with warm water. He had overdone it himself. His cock was sore and sensitive to touch. Finished, he wrung it out, re-wet it and went to his Childe. His hips were deeply bruised from where he'd grabbed him. The demon in him was pleased but the soul was appalled. Especially after he saw the state of those beautiful ass cheeks. The heat from the spanking was starting to fade, but they were covered in blood and cum; the tender hole torn apart. He wanted to weep at the damage and vowed to never hurt his boy like that again. He'd wanted him for so long and he'd been so tight that he couldn't restrain himself. But the next time, he promised himself, he'd go slow and easy. To be gentle and tender and his boy would have no problems sitting later. Thank God for vampire healing; most of the damage would be gone by morning. Although, there was something about Spike walking around carrying his marks. He decided to help heal him by gently tonguing the open hole, lapping up the left-over cum and blood that had began to seep out. It got him hard again, bringing pain more than anything because he was still sensitive down there and the object of his desire needed his sleep more than he needed his Sire to wake him up to go down on him.   
   
Finishing with one last sweep of the tongue, he disposed of the sponge, gathered his sleeping Childe to him and pulled the covers over them both. Spooning behind him and tucking the slim blond as much as he could against him, he nuzzled the baby soft hair and drifted off to sleep. His last thought was, 'Mine!'  
   
The phone woke him the early the next day, just before dawn. It was Cordelia with a vision about a nest of vamps in a warehouse. He could get to the location by the sewers, so he wasn't too worried about being caught after daylight. The only problem he could see was leaving the warm nest he had built with Spike. He never wanted to leave his bed ever again. But, duty called and he didn't really have a choice in the matter. Sometimes being a Champion for the Light sucked.  
   
Dressing quickly, he took the time to run his hands lightly over his Childe's sleeping body; memorizing every nook and curve of that beautiful body that was now his. He was a little disappointed that he didn't wake up, especially after he stroked the pale cock and nipped the Claim mark on his neck. But, he reflected, his Childe hadn't been sleeping well lately so maybe he was catching up on lost time. He scribbled a quick note to let him know where he had gone and quietly left the room. He didn't like the idea that Spike might wake up alone but, as he knew, he had no choice. Maybe he'd be back before Spike woke up. His Childe did love to sleep late.  
   
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Spike slowly woke up. He felt heavy and groggy for some reason. He felt like the air was pressing him down, refusing to let him move. He was confused about where he was. This didn't look like his room, or any room that he'd ever been in. As soon as he turned over, the soreness of his ass reminded him where he was. And how he had got there.   
   
The full horror hit him then, making him want to curl up and die right there. The numbness wouldn't come back and the pain was unbearable. Oh, God! He couldn't believe what he had done. Couldn't believe that he'd betrayed Xander like that. And with him of all people. He took a deep sniff. He couldn't smell his love any more. He was saturated with Angel's scent. He had to get rid of it as fast as he could.   
   
Shower. He could shower the smell off of him. But he refused to use Angel's bathroom. He'd done enough damage in his opinion. Crawling off the bed, he tried to stand. For some reason, he couldn't stand up straight. It felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. Half standing, still naked, he made his slow and painful way to his room. He felt the trickle of blood seep down his ass crease. He thought that he would've healed by now, but not being at his full strength, his healing abilities were slow. No matter. It just served to remind him of the huge mistake he'd made. He was a fuck up. He ruined everything he touched. Xander would hate him forever.  
   
He walked hunched over, clinging to the wall for support. It must have taken him hours to reach his room, but he didn't care. What was time to him? Nothing mattered because he'd betrayed his one true love.  
   
The pain of his betrayal piling down on him had gotten so great, he collapsed in his doorway. Crawling to the bathroom he came upon one of Xander's shirts. Crumpling it up to his nose, he inhaled deeply. No Xander smell. Frantically, he gathered up the rest of the clothes. He sniffed every inch of them. Over and over. Still the same. No Xander smell. He began to cry now. He'd betrayed Xander and now his smell was gone. That smell was the only thing that kept him going. The only reason that he hadn't taken that walk in the sun. And now, it was gone.  
   
Maybe if he washed really, really good, extra good, the smell would come back. Yes, that's it. If he made himself clean enough, he'd come back to him. But he had to do a really good job. Besides, he felt dirty. Unclean. Violated. Unworthy of his beloved. He had to get clean. Had to scrub Angel's scent off and out of himself. Maybe then, Xander would come back to him. He had been bad and now he was being punished. The only way he'd get Xander's forgiveness was if he got clean. He had to be clean for him when he gets back home.  
   
Leaving the clothes in an untidy pile, he crawled to the bathroom. Thinking about what he'd done to Angel, allowed Angel to do to him, made the gorge rise up in his throat. Crouching over the toilet, he lost the contents of his stomach. He kept retching until there was nothing left. But he still tried to purge himself clean, dry heaving into the once pristine toilet. He rested a bit, feeling weaker by the second. He finally left the blood splattered bowl, not bothering to flush, and pulled himself up by hanging on to the wall, turned the hot water on and climbed into the tub. He didn't bother to pull the curtain all the way across and he didn't care that water from the showerhead was getting the floor wet. The only thing on his mind was washing that disgusting scent away.  
   
He sat down in the tub, still too weak to stand up, and let the scalding hot water beat down on him. The back scrubber wasn't stiff enough, neither was the washcloth or sponge. Then he spied the right thing to get the job done. The only thing to scrub the offensive scent off of him. It was a hemp-covered mitt. Cordelia had given it to him, saying that it was for exfoliating the dead skin off. He didn't bother to point out to her that every inch of him was dead skin, so he never really used it. He used the sponge when he showered and thought about his Xander. His Xander that had just left him; maybe for good.  
   
He picked up the mitt and noted that it was rough and coarse. Just the thing he really needed. Spike put the mitt on and proceeded to thoroughly and diligently clean himself. He would start at his feet and slowly and carefully wash himself inch by inch. He'd spend at least ten minutes on each spot, only stopping to soap up the mitt again.  
   
He started at his toes and washed each one carefully. Bearing down hard, he moved from his toes to the bottom of his feet. Then the top and then re-soaped when he reached the ankles. One right after the other. His tears had now turned pinkish. He didn't care, he was trying to get clean. Besides, tears were supposed to be a cleansing relief. Weren't they? And he needed to be clean inside as well as outside.   
   
Finally reaching his thighs, he knelt up to get a better angle. He paid particular attention to his cock, balls, and ass. Turning them all red by trying to get those parts cleaner. Those parts were the dirtiest. Those parts deserved to be scrubbed clean most of all.   
   
Two hours later, he reached his face and scrubbed hard for the final time, getting soap up his nose and not caring if he swallowed the stuff. Cupping his hand in front of his nose, he inhaled deeply again. He still smelled like Angel! Panicking, he smelled his arms, legs and feet. Every part that he could reach, and he still smelled like Angel. He started again.  
   
And again.  
   
And again.  
   
He couldn't get rid of that fucking smell! This wasn't working! The mitt wasn't enough. He couldn't clean deep enough with just the mitt. He had to clean deeper. Get under his skin where that fucking smell was.  
   
Soaping up both hands, he started at his feet again. Instead of the mitt though, he used his nails. Digging his nails into his skin, he raked both hands upwards as hard as he could, peeling the skin off and making deep tracks on his body. He didn't care about the pain. He didn't care that he'd started to bleed. All he cared about was getting that smell off his body.   
   
He clawed his hands over and over and deeper and deeper into his tormented body. Pulling hard on his cock and balls, digging deep to his ass, trying to get clean there. Deep welts appeared on his body, but he didn't care. He needed to get clean. Needed to be clean for his Xander. He'll never take him back if he smelled like Angel. Never!  
   
The water got cold and his tears turned red. He began to bleed from the wounds that he'd created, but he didn't care. He had to get clean.  
   
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Wesley closed the thick volume and sighed. No way was he going to be able to translate this without help. And the only person he could think of was Spike. He knew that Angel was out of the hotel. He'd called and told him that he was stuck at the warehouse that Cordy had sent him to. He'd been able to take care of the nest, but the humans had arrived before he could make his getaway and had opened all of the large doors, flooding the warehouse with sunlight. Currently, he was holed up in the rafters, waiting for nightfall. No way would he've been able to explain his presence nor the fact that he wouldn't be able to just walk out without bursting into flames. So, for the time being, he was stuck there. There wasn't a problem yet, but if one came up, Wesley felt sure that between himself and Gunn, they'd be able to rescue the trapped vampire.   
   
Gunn had left to do some business with his homeboys, he'd said. Although, what that business was, Wesley didn't have a clue. And he knew better than to ask. The girls were still in Sunnydale and Spike was upstairs. Spike was usually upstairs.  
   
He'd written the troubling passages down on a legal pad so that he wouldn't have to lug the large book out of the office, and headed upstairs. He spotted the small splotches of blood, but didn't think that was all that unusual. Maybe Spike took a cup of blood up to bed with him and spilled some. If he did, good for him. He needed to feed more than the two to three bags a day. Angel frequently took a mug up to bed with him, much to the dismay of Cordy, who yelled at him for spilling some of it on the stairs. She claimed that potential clients wouldn't hire them if they saw spilled blood all over the place.   
   
Spike's door was open, but he knocked on the doorframe anyway. No answer, but he didn't expect one. Spike never really voluntarily spoke to anyone, but he did help with translations on occasion. He came further into the room, noticed the bathroom door was open, and heard water running. Ah, Spike was in the shower. Well, he'd just come back later. He turned around, intending to leave, when he spotted the water creeping along the floor.  
   
"Spike? Are you all right in there?"  
   
No answer. He crept closer to the bathroom, spellbound by the sight of the water on the floor. The smell of blood hit him a moment later. Forgetting the impropriety of the situation of Spike being naked in the shower, he still might be in trouble and would require help.  
   
"I'm coming in, Spike. If you're all right, tell me now. Otherwise I'm coming in whether you want me to or not."  
   
No answer. He dropped the pad and pushed the bathroom door fully open, spotting the blood splattered toilet. Apparently Spike had been violently ill. The shower curtain was half open. That explained the water on the floor. He couldn't see him, Spike was hidden behind the half closed curtain.  
   
"Spike? Please answer me."  
   
Still no answer. All he heard was running water and ... sobbing? Wesley ripped the half-closed curtain open and stared in shock. Spike was sitting on floor of the tub, clawing his own skin off and sobbing uncontrollably. The water had turned red from the blood loss, swirling down the drain. He watched that swirling red undertow for a minute before he was able to break the self-induced spell. He quickly shut off the water and tried to gain Spike's attention. The blond vampire ignored him until Wesley grabbed the still clawing hands, struggling with him a bit.   
   
"Stop, Spike! What's wrong? Talk to me, please!"  
   
The still sobbing vampire began to mumble something. Wesley shook him, trying to get his attention again.   
   
"What are you trying to say, Spike? What's wrong? Did you get covered in some kind of demon acid? Why are you trying to claw your own skin off? Speak to me!"  
   
Spike's mumbling broke off and he began to sob harder. He began to whisper between the hitching breathing and Wesley had to strain to hear him.  
   
"Have to get clean. Have to get clean for Xander. I was bad and now I'm not clean any more. Have to get clean."  
   
Spike looked up at him, his eyes filled with pain and agony. He gripped Wesley's shirt, pleading with him.  
   
"Help me get clean Wesley. Please? I have to get clean. I'm covered in filth. Can you help me get clean? I'm dirty and I can't get clean. I have to get clean."   
   
"You're clean, Spike. Trust me, you're clean. Now, let's get you out of this tub and you can tell me all about it, hmm?"  
   
Wesley reached around with one hand and closed the toilet lid and flushed it. As soon as he let go of one hand, Spike went back to clawing his body again. He gently captured the offender again and helped Spike out of the tub. He sat him down on the closed lid and grabbed a couple of thick towels out from the cabinet under the sink. He gently began to dry off the upset vampire, who was still doing his level best to claw off his own hide. The tears had slowed down and now Spike was quietly sniffling. Wesley thought it sounded positively heart wrenching.   
   
Wesley took stock of the thin body before him. The bleeding had finally stopped, but the deep gouges weren't healing as quickly as they should. He chalked that up to him still being underfed. Spike had been feeding regularly, but it still didn't seem to be enough. He was still much too thin in everyone's opinion. The welts that covered his body looked red and angry against the background of pale, porcelain white skin. The most damage seemed to be around his groin. His penis and testicles were raw looking and mangled. They looked like they'd been through a meat grinder. Wesley had no doubt that his rectum was in the same condition. He winced in sympathy at the damage.  
   
He gingerly patted the skin dry with the towels. Spike made some half-hearted attempts to scratch again. The former watcher stopped him immediately. Through it all, the blond vampire kept murmuring about being dirty and getting clean. Finished with the drying, Wesley tenderly manouvered him though the bathroom and sat him down on the edge of his bed. He picked up some of the discarded clothes and tried to get Spike dressed. However, he was having none of that.  
   
"No, no I don't deserve to wear them. I'm not clean enough. I can't wear those because I'm dirty and bad and I'm an unnatural filthy abomination who doesn't deserve to wear those. It's my fault that he left me. He'll never forgive me for this, ever."  
   
Wesley wasn't sure what was going on. Had the grief finally gotten to him? Had his mind finally snapped? He needed to find out what was going though that bleached blond mind. He settled Spike in the middle of the bed, covered him up with the blankets and tried to make sense of this mess. He wouldn't so much as look at his picture when Wesley offered it.   
   
"You're clean, Spike. You're very clean. Who won't forgive you?"   
   
"Xander. I broke another promise and he'll hate me forever. He'll never forgive me for this."  
   
"Of course he will. He loves ... loved you very much. He would have forgiven you for anything."   
   
"I had sex with Angel."  
   
That little statement hung forever in the sudden silence of the room. Wesley was stunned and just managed not to blurt out, 'Anything but that!' He knew that that would've really sent him over the edge. The former watcher cleared his throat and hoped that he'd misheard the obviously stressed out vampire.  
   
"I-I don't think I heard you clearly. Could you repeat that please?"  
   
Agonized blue eyes looked up at him. The tears spilled out again as he repeated himself.  
   
"I had sex with Angel. It's all my fault."  
   
Wesley really didn't want to ask him what he was talking about, but he needed to help Spike. And in order to do that, he would have to listen to what had happen between the two vampires. Whether he wanted to hear the gory details or not.  
   
"No ... no, Spike. I'm sure that nothing was your fault. Tell me what happened. If ... if you can."  
   
Spike's glaze centered on his hands, resting on the blankets covering him. No longer clawing, he settled on just twisting them together. His voice was dull and flat, nothing at all like his usual guttersnipe accent. The tears made a steady stream down his hollow cheeks and he began to hiccup. He made no move to wipe them away. Wesley tried to make sense of the hitching sobs and was afraid of breaking the spell-binding story by asking him to repeat himself. The ex-watcher felt it would be better to let him get it all out of his system with no interruptions.    
   
"I j-just thought that if I-I pretended hard enough, wished hard enough, I could be with ... with Xander again. I mean, think about it. Angel kinda looks ... like him. Both are ... are tall. Both have d-dark hair. Both wanted me. I could smell Angel's arousal every time I was near him. He wanted me. I could tell. And ... and I was tired of being alone. Tired of having nobody. Tired of not having anybody care about me. Tired of not being touched ... held ... loved. I just wanted somebody to love me again. Was that so wrong? But ... but it didn't work. It was working ... for awhile it was working. I called Xander 'Sire' in bed before, so ... it was just like I was with him again, ya' know? And ... and it worked for awhile. It did. It was like I was with Xander again. Like Xander was touching me again. Loving me again. But ... but then Angel bit me ... and .. and .. and then I knew that it wasn't Xander. It was him. I didn't want it to be him. I wanted it to be Xander but it wasn't. And ... and I fucked up and it was all my fault and I betrayed Xander. I did. And now he'll hate me forever because I can't get clean again. I'll never be clean again."     
   
He finally looked up into Wesley's eyes. The young watcher could have wept at the pain showing in them. Wesley reached out and gently held the twisting hands. Looking deep into those tortured eyes, he told Spike the truth.  
   
"No, Spike. You did nothing wrong. But you do have people who love you. Who care about you. Me, Cordelia, everyone here cares about you. The young ladies in Sunnydale care about you. You are not alone." He wisely kept Angel out of it. No telling what hearing that name would have done to Spike.  
   
"It's not the same thing, Wesley. It's not. I had this huge hole in me when Xander left. I didn't feel anything for a long time but numbness. And now that's gone and I can't get it back. I want that numbness back because all I feel is pain. Pain like I never had before. I just want the pain to go away. Can you make the pain go away?  Can you help me?"   
   
"I don't know how to help you with that, Spike. I truly don't. I'm so sorry."  
   
The white blond head dropped again. He felt like nobody could help him. He didn't know what to do now. All he had was this pain and he couldn't get rid of it. Because he was bad and dirty and evil. He broke promises all the time. The most important ones, anyway.   
   
Wait a minute! Promises. That was the key. That's how he could make the horrible pain go away. That's how he could fix this. He could fix everything now. He didn't need anybody's help with this. He'd broken two promises already. What's one more? A calm rushed over him. He knew what he had to do now. He knew how he could get Xander's forgiveness. He could punish himself. It would only take a few minutes to do it, then it would all be over. He wouldn't hurt any more and Xander wouldn't be disappointed in him. He couldn't stand it if his love was disappointed in him. This way would solve so much. And it wouldn't even hurt all that much, either. After all, nothing could hurt as much as the all-consuming pain he was feeling now.  
   
And it was the perfect time to do it, too. It was still daylight and just about everybody was out of the hotel. All he had to do was get rid of Wesley and open the curtains. It was just that simple. He really didn't want Wesley to witness him breaking yet another promise. He really didn't think that the human could handle seeing something like that. It was one thing to watch a nameless enemy go up in flames; it's quite another to see someone you know do the same thing. Besides, this was private. Just between him and Xander. The way it should be.  
   
Still feeling eerily calm, and finally at peace, he looked straight into Wesley's eyes. His voice held that same calm as he reassured the human.  
   
"You're right, Wesley. Everybody does care about me. I feel much better. I'll be fine now. Why don't you go back downstairs in case someone who really needs help comes in? You know how Cordelia gets upset if someone misses a potential client. I'll be OK now. I promise."  
   
A cold shiver ran  down the human's back. He didn't trust that calm and peaceful look in those previously distraught eyes. One second Spike was hysterical because he saw himself as dirty, and the next he was telling him that he was perfectly fine. He suddenly sounded entirely too calm and rational. Utterly believeable and eager to get rid of him. He sounded just like ... oh, Dear God, no.  Just like Timothy. Memories of the tragic events surrounding his former University classmate came flooding back.  Timothy had failed an examination; an important one as it turned out. His grade point average dropped and no amount of convincing from his friends could make him see that it was a temporary setback. For two days he'd ranted and raved at them about how disappointed his father would be in him. Wesley knew how he felt at the time. His own father was often telling him how disappointed he was in his only son. No matter what he did, it wasn't enough. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Timothy was calm and telling them that they were right. He'd study extra hard and make up the average in the next semester. He just needed someone to vent his frustrations to. He escorted them out of his dorm room door and told them that he had some studying to do. Wesley and his friends were relieved at the turn of events and hadn't questioned him further. It turned out that they should have. When they'd checked on him after he had failed to appear for breakfast the next day, they'd found him lying in his bed with both wrists slit. He'd killed himself rather than face his disappointed father.   
   
Spike had the same look in his eyes that Timothy had  when he'd escorted them out of that door on that fateful day. He wasn't about to let another friend down. No way in hell was he going to leave him along for one second.  
   
"What are you planning on doing, Spike?"  
   
"I just thought that I'd take a nap. I'm rather tired right now. That's all. I'll go to sleep and everything will be fine. You can go now. I don't need a babysitter you know. I'll be fine. You'll see. I'm just going to go to sleep."  
   
And with that, Spike dismissed the human and focused on the curtains, waiting to be left alone.   
   
Wesley had no illusions about the kind of sleep the young vampire was talking about. Eternal. He saw the way Spike focused all of his attention on the curtains. As soon as he left the room and went downstairs, Spike was going to open them up and end his very existence. He couldn't let him do that. As long as he was in the room, Spike wouldn't dare pull a stupid stunt like that. Then another thought crept into his mind, shocking the human with its simple prognosis. All this grief that Spike displayed, all the clinging to the picture and clothes, the guilt over his 'betrayal', this sudden decision of suicide. Could it be possible that Spike had taken Xander as his mate? It wasn't inconceivable. All the symptoms were there. At least, the ones that he could remember from a few old passages that he'd come across. He would have to study up more about this, but he couldn't leave Spike unattended and still do his research. Or could he? Spike said that he wanted to sleep. Well, he'd see that he slept.   
   
Wesley pulled out his cell phone and spoke to a man in Chinese. He had no idea if Spike could understand him; he gave no sign that he understood anything going on around him right now. His entire focus was still on those curtains. He spoke to Wang Chu, ordering a sleeping potion strong enough for a vampire. Another look at the welts still covering the pale figure and he asked for some healing herbs to be added. Someone would be by later to pick it up. Hanging up, he called Gunn and gave him directions to Wang Chu's shop and instructions on what to do with the potion. He refused to answer any questions at that time, just telling him to hurry up. He hung up and planted himself in the room's only chair, directly in front of the curtains.   
   
Spike just stared through him, still with that dreamy, peaceful look on his face. It was beginning to get to Wesley by the time Gunn came through the door, carrying a cup of warm blood. He took one look at the motionless figure in the bed and exclaimed, "Shit, English. What the hell happened to 'em?"  
   
Wesley just stood up and took the cup from him.  
   
"Did you do as I asked?"  
   
"Yeah, and you owe me 80 bucks. And an explanation about what the fuck's going on."  
   
"Later, I promise. Spike, I want you to drink this."  
   
Spike ignored him. Coming around the bed, he got in the vamp's line of sight and thrust it under his nose.  
   
"Cordelia said to drink it."  
   
Again he was ignored. Desperate, and not wanting to try toget it down him by force and thus risk losing most of it, he said the only thing he knew would work right now.   
   
"Xander would want you to drink this."  
   
That did it. Big, child-like blue eyes looked at him when he reached without hesitation for the cup. He up-ended it, draining it all. Twenty minutes later he yawned and blinked rapidly. Five minutes after that, heavy arms came up and clumsily rubbed his eyes with loose fists and another yawn crept out. His eyes began to glaze over and droop. The bleached blond head started to drop down to the thin chest. Spike jerked up, blinking wide-eyed at the two men like a cartoon character. Three minutes later, he crumpled in slow motion, still fighting sleep the whole way.  
   
Wesley straightened him out and tucked him in, not forgetting to put the picture back in his arms. Spike looked so boyishly innocent and lost that he wished beyond anything that the distraught man/child would have pleasant dreams this time. Although, he didn't hold out  much hope of that. He stood up and addressed Gunn.  
   
"I promise I'll tell you everything, later. Right now, I need to do some urgent research and he really shouldn't be left alone right now. I don't know how long that potion will keep him under, but it's imperative that he's not left alone for one second if he wakes up. Can you stay with him for now?"  
   
"Sure, English. Anything to help out the blond menace. When can I expect some relief? A guy hasta ... you know ..."   
   
He glanced at the bathroom and back at Wesley. He immediately understood.  
   
"Well, whenever you have to .. you know ... call downstairs and I'll come to relieve you of your guard duties. Hopefully, I'll have the answers that I need to help Spike. Also, call if you get hungry or thirsty. I'll be rather tied up, I'm afraid, and might lose track of time."   
   
He left a bewildered Gunn behind, sitting in the vacant chair and staring at the comatose vampire. Gunn wasn't sure what had happened, but something had made English nervous enough to call him on an afternoon off when he was with his boys. Normally, the only time that happen was when a big nasty was on the loose and it took all three of them to bring it down. So, getting a call and instructions to pick up a package from some creepy old Chinese guy, dump that smelly stuff, whatever it was, into a cup of blood, heat and stir it and bring it up to Spike's room got his radar going. And then being told not to leave his side if and when he wakes up brought his weird meter up to the top.   
   
It always creeped him out to watch a vampire sleep. That whole not breathing thing made him edgy. The least they could do was let out a snore every once and a while. He hoped that whatever shit English got him to drink made those marks on his body go away. Poor man looked like he'd rolled in some kinda mutant poison ivy and tried to claw himself to death. And just what the fuck did English mean when he said that Xander wanted him to drink that stuff? Xander was dead and way past wanting anybody to do anything. He had a lot of questions, but no answers. He settled himself in for a long wait, wishing that he'd thought to grab something to read. Even if he did drift off and fall asleep, years of training made him a light sleeper. If the blond dude so much as twitched, he'd be instantly awake and alert.   
   
Wesley walked down the hotel hallways, already thinking about which books he needed. Reaching Angel's office, he quickly scanned the bookshelves and located what he needed. Flicking on the overhead light, he began to work. What he'd read, the ending of a former mated vampire, whose mate was already deceased, was dire. He had no idea if the situation was still true if one of the mates were human. He had to discover a way to help Spike. He just had to.  
   
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Angel curled up into a dark spot in the rafters of the warehouse. He'd made short work of the nest and was about to head for his  makeshift get-away when he'd heard the humans outside. With no time to escape, he'd leaped onto the highest crate and from there, jumped straight up for forty feet to reach the dark safety of the ceiling rafters. He'd tucked himself in tight in a remote corner. If he stayed still, and hoped that his presence wasn't detected, he should be all right. How many people looked up at the ceilings anyway?  
   
He quickly made a hushed cell phone call to Wesley, letting him know what was going on and why his cell phone would be turned off. He couldn't afford to be discovered by a ringing phone. There would be no way he'd been able talk his way out of this mess without them escorting him out one of the doors. In the middle of the day. Also, no way anybody would be able to explain why a guy burst into flames and turned into ash. He would be safer right where he was.  
   
Safer but not happier. He'd rather be back in bed with his boy; exploring and reconnecting with him. Only this time ... this time he wouldn't fuck it up. His mind drifted off to that fateful time with him.  
   
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Early Spring time in London: 1882  
   
Week One.  
   
His women had been out of the house for the past few days. They'd be gone for a while and, feeling horny, he set out to seduce Dru's new pet. It hadn't been hard. His version consisted of tossing him on the bed, tying him spread-eagled, face down and ripping his clothes off. He took his own slow time undressing himself, drawing out the tension. Besides, he rather liked his expensive clothing. Of course, the boy had begun cursing at him, words he knew he hadn't learned in any drawing rooms, but a well placed cuff to the back of his head and a gag in his mouth stopped that right off. He'd been obsessed with bedding the boy since Dru dragged him home, but with a jealous Darla, he hadn't been able to do anything about it until now. Once he'd broken William in, Darla'd come around. And as for Dru, she always did liked to share her toys. He got harder than he'd ever been before, just thinking of all the new things he was going to teach his William.   
   
He stretched himself out on top of the boy. William began to squirm, trying to dislodge him. Angelus enjoyed the sensation as his cock nestled in the crease of the cool ass cheeks below. He grinned at the feeling and pressed down until the boy was forced to be still.   
   
"Don't try to be shy, Willy Boy. You know you want this. You've wanted it for a very long time. Why else would you crawl into my bed, day after day? You want what I can give you. Only I can give you what you need."  
   
William frantically searched his mind. Want what? Need what? He didn't know what the older vampire was talking about. He'd only been looking for protection and comfort from his nightmares. Terror filled dreams that he didn't understand and that he couldn't get away from. His Sire, Drusilla, didn't know what to do and kept sending him to Angelus. And he did find sanctuary in the arms of the bigger man. He felt safe and at peace. The nightmares went away when Angelus spooned behind him and purred him to sleep. That was all that he wanted. All that he needed. He never wanted to be tied up, he didn't know what his grand-Sire was talking about.  
   
Angelus leaned up and palmed the firm globes apart. He enjoyed the sight of that tiny opening. Taking careful aim, he just ripped into him. The force of the thrust and the pre-cum dripping off his rock hard cock were the only preparations he gave the backdoor virgin. The muffled curses turned into a howling scream. One that seemed to last forever. Even muffled, it was music to Angelus's ears. He stayed buried in that tight virgin ass, not to get the boy used to him, but because he enjoyed the tightness gripping his cock like a cool velvet glove.  
   
As soon as the screams died down to a low pitiful moan, he began to move. No slow strokes for him, though. Hard brutal fucks were his specialty and he was an expert in the field. He reached under the squirming body below him, grabbing the soft cock. He could fix that right quick and in a hurry. Changing the angle a bit, he pounded hard at that hot spot that he knew was buried deep inside of William. And he kept at it until he felt the soft cock harden in his hand. Gripping the base hard, he still pounded into him, not changing the angle, still hammering at that hot spot.   
   
He stopped only once. He pulled almost out and admired the blood-smeared thighs. The sight just made him harder. He slammed back in harder than before, grunting with effort. He pounded harder and faster. Angelus's hand started to work that hard pale cock. William began to moan again. First with pain, and then the more that he was pounded, with pleasure as that sweet spot was stroked by Angelus's big cock.  
   
Angelus knew that the reaction was entirely involuntary. William couldn't help but respond to his 'attentions'. But, William didn't know that. He was sure of it. So, he began to 'train him'; to make him think that he really wanted this. Once the idea was planted, it would be hard to root out. Especially his idea of training. Then he could have him anytime he wanted. He'd have the boy panting after him, begging for his cock. He buried himself up to the hilt until his balls were resting against that sweet ass and gripped William's cock hard at the base, preventing him from cumming. He had enough self-restraint and control to prevent himself. He whispered harshly into a perfectly shell-like ear.  
   
"You wanted this William. You know you did. Those looks you kept giving me. Those 'fuck me now' looks. You wanted me to fuck you."  
   
William came out briefly from his pain/pleasure haze and frantically shook his head 'no'. No way did he want to be raped like this. Raped in any way. He hadn't wanted this. He hadn't sent any kind of looks Angelus's way. No, he hadn't wanted this!  
   
Angelus wound his free hand in the long curls and stopped the head shaking. He squeezed the base harder, knowing that he'd leave deep bruises on that pale flesh. He liked seeing bruises on flawless bodies.  
   
"Oh, yes. Yes, you did. You think you would be this hard if you didn't really want this? Huh!? You're hard for me, boy. Think about it. I know that there's a brain somewhere in that thick head of yours. Think!! If you didn't want me so much, you wouldn't be so hard, now would you?"  
   
William tried to think through his now terror filled mind. Could Angelus be right? Did he really want this, deep down inside? But ... but he was sure, absolutely sure that he hadn't sent any 'looks' his way. He was positive. Wasn't he? He had never been good at the art of flirting when he'd been human. Cecily had been proof of that. What if he really had sent provocative looks, however innocent, towards Angelus? It was no secret that he admired the older vampire. Of course he admired him. He was so worldly and good with the ladies. Angelus took him out to the pubs and taught him how to drink like a man. In his other life, all he'd ever drunk was an occasional glass of sherry. He'd viewed drunks as bores and bullies. But his grand-Sire made him see that not all men were louts when they had too much to drink. He'd actually had the first real bit of fun in those places with Angelus. Angelus also taught him how to hunt and to chat up the young birds in the drawing rooms at the best parties, ones that as a human with a lower rank, he never got invited to; just so that they could be lured outside and made into meals. Had he sent the same besotted looks to Angelus as he had towards Cecily? Without being able to see his reflection, he wasn't so sure now.  
   
Angelus broke into William's deep thinking. He had given him time to feel doubt, now it was time to 'drive' the point home. He flexed his ass, driving his cock in even impossibly deeper and stroking that small gland. Before he could stop himself, William let out a moan of pleasure as his body tingled and lights flashed in his eyes. Angelus softly kissed the smooth neck and seductively whispered in that same perfect ear.  
   
"See there, boy? If you didn't like it, why are you feeling pleasure? Don't try to deny it. I know that you felt that. I know that you feel like you're beginning to fly. Like you can't get off the ground if I don't finish. If you don't finish. I can make you soar to the heavens. I'm going to make you cum when I do. I'm make you feel soooo good."   
   
And with that, Angelus began to move again and to pound into that still body below him. Any thought was driven out of William's mind as the pleasure began to spread throughout his body. Angelus was right. He did feel like he was flying. Like he was soaring though the skies. He began to move his ass backwards, trying to soar higher, to go beyond where he was now.  
   
Angelus grinned when he felt the boy begin to move. Begin to meet him, to fuck himself on his cock. His own control was starting to slip. He wouldn't last much longer before he cums. He never did when he breached a virgin hole for the first time. Loosening his grip on William's cock, he felt both of their balls start to draw up at the same time that William began to inexpertly use his inner muscles. It was going to happen. They were both going to shoot their loads at the same time.  
   
That thought excited him all the more and he let his demon face come out. He was going to Claim this Childe of Dru's. It was only right and proper. After all, he was teaching the boy how to hunt and fight. And to fuck. It was only fair that he claimed the Rights of Sire.  
   
Not losing his rhythm, he ripped the boy's gag off, opened up a vein on his own wrist and shoved the bloody appendage into the boy's mouth. As soon as William began to suckle on instinct, he bit into the smooth, creamy neck and drank deeply as they both came at the same time. Just as he was filled with the older vampire's cool seed and he spilled his own into Angelus's working hand, William lost consciousness.  
   
He pulled his fangs out of the unconscious boy and laved his tongue over the wounds, healing them. He pulled his wrist from the slack mouth and softly rubbed the smooth cheek, smearing blood. He rubbed his fluid filled hand into the relaxed stomach below him. He pulled half-way out of the inert body and smeared some of the boy's cum on himself. He disconnected himself with a wet plop and scooped out some of his own cum, mixed with blood, and smeared it into the boy's back and then himself; making sure that it was rubbed in well. Now they'd both carry each other's scent wherever they go. For the rest of their unlives, they'd be connected by blood and cum.   
   
Angelus cleaned himself up and dressed. Time to go hunting. His boy would be hungry when he woke up. He left William tied to the bed just as he was and walked out into the night.  
   
He found just what he was looking for, three hours later. He could have taken anyone; but he hadn't just wanted a quick snack, he wanted to hunt tonight. He wanted something special to share with his new Childe for the first time. To find just the right meal and seduce it. To draw it to him. To play and toy with it. He felt like treating himself tonight, so he looked until he found what he was seeking. A young man, flush with the excitement of just coming into his manhood. Of leaving the nursery and nannies and schools behind. One still a little awkward around the fairer sex. Someone that reminded him of his sweet William; if not in looks then in innocence and temperament.   
   
It took almost no effort at all to chat him up. The only son of a Lord apparently; which made it so much sweeter. Nothing like putting one over on the English peerage. His Irish accent was hidden that night, but he still held the same disdain he did of them when he was alive. As a whole, he held most of the race in contempt, his vampire family excluded, of course. So it was that much more satisfying to reduce the population one by one. He had William and Drusilla, he didn't need to turn any more Childer, unless of course, they piqued his interest. He was satisfied for now.  
   
After talking with his meal for a few hours, he caught the faintest whiff of arousal coming off the boy. The longer they talked, the stronger the smell. He stopped himself from crowing in triumph. This was going to be easier than he first thought. The boy was attracted to him, not to the various female beauties milling around. If he was allowed to continue his existence, his father would pick out some perfect female, one with a suitable background of course, and 'convince' him to marry. Just to carry on the title and line of Lord High Mucky Muck. After he performed his duty and produced an heir, he'd probably never visit his wife's bedchamber or even touch her again. Unless, of course, the first born was a female and he'd have to force himself to commit the distasteful act again. And again if need be, if that one turned out female. After all, he would need an heir and the pressure would be great to produce it. Once that happened, however many years it took, he'd look elsewhere, for men such as he. One that preferred male companionship rather than female. And of course, it'd all have to be done in secret. Couldn't have a scandal such as that sully his family's sterling reputation.  
   
The poor little future Lord would spend the rest of his life feeling lonely and alone, growing bitter and older. Feeling left out and unnatural. Scorned by 'polite' society. He couldn't let him live with a lifetime of heartbreak and shame. Why, he was doing the boy a great service by making him his and William's supper. A great service indeed.  
   
An hour after he realized the boy's attraction to him, he convinced him to return with him to his townhouse, on the pretense of loaning him a volume of history the meal was interested in procuring. An ancient volume of Greek life; one that gave graphic detail on the private life of certain high citizens of Rome.  
   
After showing him into the drawing room, he excused himself, telling his food that he had to check on his younger brother, one that was ill. After reassuring the boy that it wasn't anything serious, he checked on William. He smiled at the sight of his boy, still covered in dried cum and blood. He was beginning to stir and it wouldn't be long before he would be fully alert. He'd need to drain his meal and he'll then feed his new Childe from his own wrists. It was only proper.  
   
It was almost embarrassing how easy it was to seduce his food. He stood very close to him as he handed over the book. When the young Lordling looked up at him in gratitude, he softly smiled at him. He ran a forefinger under the warm chin and, tilting both of their heads, softly kissed him. He drew back and stared into deep green dreamy eyes.  
   
Dreamy eyes that deepened in color with untamed passion. His meal then attacked his lips; deepening the kiss until he felt a warm tongue twirling with his. His innocent meal wasn't so innocent, it seemed. Must have gotten some experience from his school days. He hid a snicker. Apparently the head boy was the head boy.  
   
He pressed the meal against the wall, grinding their erections together. He always liked to play with his food when he could. Or rather, fuck his food when he could. Blood always tasted much sweeter combined with sex and terror. He led the eager meal up to a spare bedroom, stripping both of their clothes on the way. The boy was so excited that he didn't notice that the object of his desire had no body temperature.   
   
He laid the boy out on the bed, immediately engulfing the heavy, pre-cum dripping hard cock. He loved the feeling of warmth in his mouth. It didn't take much. A few sucks and pulls on heavy balls and his meal came, lifting his hips and crying out in pleasure. The hot fluid warmed his belly on the way down. The meal laid in sated bliss as he kissed his way up that hot body. The almost Lord, soon to be supper, was relaxed, but not quite enough.  He'd soon fix that. No need to eat and run; he wanted to enjoy the warmth of a hot meal for a while.   
   
He suckled on that hot neck, bringing blood to the surface and barely controlling his demon with that hot running blood so close to his mouth. The blood that he craved so much. But, drawing out the drama would make the meal that much more entertaining. And of course, it wouldn't be polite not to bury himself in that heat, especially since it was being offered so prettily.   
   
He lightly scratched his nails down that soft, warm side. His meal arched to the touch. He nuzzled the tempting neck as he scratched again. Same reaction. He rested one hand on a warm hip and took the boy's cock in his other. It started to harden when he stroked it. Nuzzle. Stroke. Nuzzle. Stroke. The boy's heartbeat sped up and his breathing hitched.  
   
He heard his meal's heartbeat quicken even more, just as he spilled his hot seed all over Angelus's hand. The boy had relaxed even more by the time Angelus took his cum filled hand to that hot hole between his spread legs. Slipping one finger into that tight heat was like slipping into a warm bath; all hot and wet. He wasn't as tight as William, but that didn't really matter. So he wasn't a true virgin, but now he wouldn't have to explain what he was doing. He was tight enough for his plans. Still tight enough to make this enjoyable for them both.  
   
One finger became two. Two became three. Just before he added the fourth, the boy reached out and pulled his knees to his chest, opening himself even further and pleading for more, harder, faster. Angelus looked on in amazement at the sight of the once again hard cock. Usually, humans didn't have the stamina of vampires. Well, it seemed that the young, whatever the species, could indeed satisfy any carnal appetites.  
   
He entered him much more gently than he did William. No need to frighten his food before he was ready. Humans were much more fragile than vampires. He wouldn't be able to go as hard or as fast as he really wanted to. Well, not as hard or fast at first. Besides, he was enjoying the heat too much to spoil his supper now.   
   
He began to move at a human's strength, in and out. Stroking the sweet spot deep in that hot ass. His supper was moaning and groaning in pleasure, becoming louder and louder. This one didn't have any inhibitions about not staying quiet in bed. As a rule, Angelus rather enjoyed a vocal bedmate but this was becoming an exception. He had nothing against shouts of joy, but his hearing was rather sensitive right now, extended to hear his Childe stirring two rooms down. Timed just right, he could fill himself up and then feed his Childe from his own wrists when he was in his most hungry state; just upon awakening. His William still had trouble controlling the demon when he first woke up. He had learned to control it around the food, but still had trouble just coming out of his sleep. It should be interesting, seeing that the ropes holding him had been enhanced magically. Those ropes wouldn't break under any circumstances. He'd work up quite an appetite by the time he was fed.  
   
He felt his balls draw up and the eager hole gripped his hard cock harder. It was pure luck that his William began to really wake up just as they both were about to shoot at the same time. It was time. It was finally and fatally Time.   
   
He let his demon face come out and as soon as the food saw it, it began to scream again. Not in pleasure but in sheer terror. Now that was true music to his ears. He started to pound into the human with his full strength, tearing open the hole and feeling hot blood pour down his cool cock. It was one of the best feelings in the world. He grabbed the suddenly struggling arms, holding them effortlessly in one strong hand. He laughed as the other hand pulled the head hard to the side and tore into the taut skin of his meal.   
   
The blood was hot and sweet. A rush of hot copper filled his mouth, exciting him further. He rutted harder into the meal, not caring if the mattress was soaked with blood, so long as he got what he wanted. The saying was true. There was a difference between the upper class and the working class. The nobility always tasted so much sweeter, like fine wine. Evidence of a soft living. Sex and terror just added extra spice to a meal. He drank his fill, past his bursting point. After all, he did have another mouth to feed. He still pumped into the rapidly cooling body below him. He felt a hot spurt of cum coat his stomach as he filled the waiting hole still spasming in its death throes. Angelus pulled out of his supper. The meal had a look of ecstasy on its face. He supposed that happened from being sucked and fucked at the same time. Except for the terrifying pain of death, vampire bites were a highly sexual experience. He chuckled at that. The boy came as he went.  
   
He left the remains of his meal in the bed. His minions will take care of the carcass. He wondered what the papers would say the cause of death had been. He'd be sure to tell them how to make the death look humiliating. Not that the paper would be so crass as to report such things, but people still gossiped. The rumors would be sure to bring shame to the surviving family. It would be amusing for a few weeks, attending parties and having people whisper about his craftsmanship. Not that they would ever know, but still, amusing. Maybe by then, he'd find out what his meal had been called. He couldn't quite remember right now. He had other things on his mind. Such as a hungry Childe. He heard/felt his Childe begin to awaken in hunger. He'd have to feed the boy, keep his strength up. He'd need it later.   
   
William woke up slowly, and alone. He was still tied up and he briefly struggled before he gave up. He still couldn't get free. He was still fuzzy from sleep, but he started to think. Was what Angelus told him true? Had he, deep down inside of him, wanted to be fucked by his grand-Sire? Doubts began to flood his mind. He hadn't liked the pain, that was true enough. But, it was also true that it had started to feel good. Fantastic, actually. Nothing at all like when he was with Dru, or in the rare cases that he fucked his female meals before feeding. Drusilla hadn't approved of him doing that, so he'd stopped. Anything to keep his Sire from getting upset. She confused him when she got upset and he had enough confusion going on in his new unlife without adding more to it. He'd been completely innocent in the art of sex before his Dark Princess found him in that alley. A true virgin. He hadn't so much as dared to dream about kissing Cecily's glove covered hand. Thoughts of what had occurred with his Sire in bed still made him blush with his borrowed blood. She'd taught him much in bed, but it was Angelus who truly taught him how to hunt with finesse. How to control his demon as much as possible. Had his 'education' been lacking that much? He never even knew that that kind of thing went on between other males. Never even dreamed that such a thing was possible.  
   
It was also true that he climaxed harder with Angelus than he ever had with Dru. Was that proof that he had wanted to be taken that way by the older vampire? Had he secretly yearned for this to happen? Had he subconsciously sent those looks Angelus's way, knowing deep down that the older man would take the lead because he couldn't?  
   
Any further thoughts fled when the scent of blood hit him. Blood! Food!! His demon came rushing out, demanding to be fed. He pulled savagely at the ropes, trying to get to that tantalizing scent. He bellowed with rage and hunger. He was starving and he wanted blood Now!!   
   
Angelus stood in front of the closed bedroom door and grinned when he heard the demon scream in anger and hunger. His boy wanted to be fed. And so he would be, his way. He purposely left himself covered in cum and blood. All the more to excite the youngster. He'd fuck him when he fed him, get the association of food and sex secure in his mind. He could hardly wait, his cock already rock hard and dripping. Thank Satan for vampire stamina.   
   
He opened the door and took a moment to look at his new pride and joy. William was in full demon face. He was beautiful; brow ridges, gold eyes and fangs, nice and sharp. He quickly climbed on top of him, adopting the same position he had before. William began to snarl and growl in anger. He was being kept from his food and he didn't like it.   
   
Angelus reached up and ran his fingers though the curls, soothing the demon somewhat. He still growled and snarled, but lower, as if by some unspoken command. Angelus kissed and licked the ridges while his cock settled in nicely between the spread legs. After a minute, he lifted his hips and aimed for that small hole. He slid in easily, due to his still warm blood covered cock and the fact that William hadn't returned to virgin tightness yet. If he waited a few more hours, it would be like taking him for the first time all over again. But, he didn't want to wait. He wanted the boy, now.  
   
William grunted but did nothing else. He was still wanting and waiting to be fed. Still stroking the soft hair and licking the ridges, Angelus settled his other wrist under the demon face. He sniffed and snuffled at the offering before he recognized it. Food!! He opened his mouth wide and went to strike when the hand in his hair pulled his head sharply away from it. He whined in frustration. He was hungry, damn it!   
   
"Slowly, my Childe. I offer you sustenance from my body. Blood will flow from my veins to yours. Fill yourself from my life force. Feed well and savor the flavor. In this, we become one. Are as one. Drink, my Childe of Darkness. Drink."  
   
His head was released and he licked and nuzzled the arm before he gently, oh so gently, pierced the skin with his fangs. He drew the blood greedily down his throat, strong but slow. William really wanted to tear into the arm, rip it to shreds, but he controlled that impulse. Why, he wasn't sure, but he showed great satisfaction over that fact. He felt something move in his ass and he flexed his hips on instinct. He wasn't sure what it was, he was too occupied with his meal, but it began to feel good. More than good and he gave a groan of pleasure around the arm in his mouth.   
   
Angelus let out an answering groan of pleasure after hearing one from his new Childe. The strong pull on his wrist, combined with his own horniness, was almost too much. He pumped harder and faster into the boy. He reached down with his free hand and pulled on the honey-blond vampire's balls, ignoring the hard bobbing cock, thumping hard between the bed and the pale belly with every rough push from the bigger vampire's cock into his more than willing body.  
   
Just as before, they both came at the same time and he bit the younger man's neck at the same time. And, just like before, William lost consciousness.   
   
Angelus pulled out of the ass and neck. He laved the wounds to close them and licked his own wounds. He'd have to talk to the boy about his manners. It wasn't polite to fall asleep during supper.  
   
He yawned. Dawn was coming and it was time to sleep. Rather than retire to an empty bed, he settled himself down on top of the still tied up William and pulled the blood and cum soaked covers over them both. He hugged the boy around the middle and nuzzled the closed claim marks on his neck. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the sex they were both going to have for years, hell, centuries to come. He smiled in his sleep at that. Centuries to cum and cum and cum.  
   
The coming days followed a pattern. Angelus would fuck him, feed him from his own wrists and fuck him again. William was still tied up, and Angelus began to play with his body. Tormenting him by pinching his nipples, which he like a lot, and slowly masturbating him, which he also liked. He also learned to use the muscles deep inside him. It brought more pleasure to the both of them.  
   
After a week, every time Angelus touched the boy, he arched to his whole body into his large hands. The smell of want and desire rolled off his Sweet William constantly. Soon, very soon, he would untie him and teach him a new pleasure trick. Angelus didn't usually give blowjobs, and he could force the smaller vampire to accept him in his mouth, but he really didn't like the idea of having his cock bitten off. And, he knew that William's demon would bite if forced to suck him. If he made the experience pleasurable, the boy would be more accepting and know better how to service his true Sire in the future. William would know better about what to do if it was done to him first. After all, experience is a great teacher. Besides, he'd never risk his shaft of joy around such sharp teeth. What's the big deal about going down on the boy one time, when he'd have years of the boy on his knees, servicing him with his tongue? No big deal at all.   
   
Week Three.  
   
William was still tied up, but now he was face up. His entire body felt tight, like a new bow. A steady stream of babbling poured out of his mouth and he could do nothing to stop it. He tugged uselessly at his bonds, trying to get more of the sensations he was experiencing. Then he was trying to get less. In fact, he wasn't sure what he wanted. Angelus was driving him as mad as Drusilla right now.   
   
He looked down at that dark head bobbing up and down on his cock. When he was first released from his bonds, and then retied in this new position, he thought he was going to be fucked again. Something he didn't mind at all. But, when the older vampire swooped down and engulfed his cock in a moist throat, well, he was shocked, to say the least. He had never heard of such a thing before, much less experienced it. Angelus began to lick his hardening cock, getting harder by the second, like it was a large stick of candy. He rolled his balls in a cool palm and that felt even better. And just as he thought he was going to explode with need, Angelus had grabbed him by the base of his cock and and began to suckle him .. no, it was more like he was sucking ... and that really made him go crazy. He bucked his hips with need and started to plead.  
   
"Please ... yes ... no, stop ... no, don't stop! ... need ... I need .. please ... more ... more ... gotta cum ... please Angelus! ... let me cum ... please ... do ... do anything you want ... just let me ... more! ... sell my soul to you ... wanna cum ... please for fuck's sake! ... need you ... want you ... gotta cum now!!!!"  
   
Angelus finally let go of the tormented base and sucked hard as he pressed a dry finger into the tight rosebud, hitting the sweet spot inside of him. William exploded with a scream, demon face out in full view, bucking and shuddering with his orgasm. The younger vampire unloaded what felt like gallons of cool cream out of his cock and down a cool throat. After what felt like hours, his shuddering settled down into mere trembles and he floated on clouds of bliss. The last thing he remembered was Angelus licking his lips, catching stray streams of cum and both of them purring in the same rhythm.  
   
Angelus swallowed every drop of cum. Virgin cum always tasted different, better than most, but this boy's love juice could become addictive. He never tasted anything so good in his life. It tasted better than blood and, if he could find a way, he'd rather live off that tantalizing cream than any blood at all. He might have to rethink his idea of only sucking him off once. Maybe he'd do it again, after William learnt his lessons, of course. Speaking of which, he looked at that seemingly innocent face and chuckled. The boy was always falling asleep on him. No matter, once he got more 'practice' that would taper off and he'd be awake for longer. Nothing like fucking, cumming, and fucking again right after. In the mean time, he'd enjoy William practicing on him.  
   
Week Four  
   
He untied William after his first blowjob and taught him how to take his larger cock down his unused throat. The first time he came down that tight virgin throat, William gagged and spat. A few times after that and he was swallowing like an old pro, not missing a drop. Often going back for more before his head was shoved aside. After the second day of lessons, he took his sweet Childe's throat hard, winding his hands though the soft curls and slamming the head down roughly. Almost like he was raping that sweet mouth. Well, not almost. He was raping those pouty lips. And the Childe loved it as much as he did when he was sucking him gently.   
   
Now the boy was cock starved. Offering his mouth and ass without being prompted. As soon as he came in one hole, the boy was offering the other. He was awake longer and generally starting to wear him down now. Not that he would let that stand in the way of both of them cumming.  
   
Angelus hadn't allowed him out of the house yet. He was having too much fun right now. Although he did allow him to dress a little. The older vampire only allowed him one cream colored ruffled silk shirt, unbuttoned of course. For some strange reason, the buttons got a little lost after he put it on him the first time. Maybe because he ripped the shirt open and attacked the tender young nipples it was hiding.  
   
The billowing sleeves hung half-way down his hands, making William seem smaller, more slender than he was. Feminine, even. Especially with his longish, curly, honey blond hair just touching the lace covered collar. The tail of the shirt came half-way down that sweet rear, framing those perfect globes. William's cock played peekaboo with the unbuttoned front, rubbing and bobbing against the lace ruffles, adding a pleasurable sensation. The color of the shirt looked darker against the pale background of his skin.  
   
Angelus stared down in shocked startlement. He was naked from the waist down. William was between his spread thighs, on his knees, ass up like he usually was. The light from the drawing room fire cast a rosy hue to those twin cheeks peeking out below the edge of the shirt. He nuzzled the heavy, but now flaccid cock and balls under his smooth cheek, kissing and nibbling any thigh skin that he could reach without moving. He peeked shyly up at him from under his thick eyelashes. The newly washed hair haloed his face, making him look as ethereal as a Michelangelo angel. It was a scene that the older vampire had enjoyed countless times before.   
   
However, that wasn't what shocked him. It was the look in the younger vamp's deep blue eyes. William was in love with him. Love!! Not in desire. Not in want. Not in need to be fucked senseless. But in love. It was one thing to want to toy and use the boy. It was an entirely different thing to be looked at with love. Demons didn't love one another. They used each other and that was it. This couldn't go on. He had to destroy that look before William destroyed him. And he had no doubts that if he even could return the gesture, it would destroy the vicious demon inside of him. And that was one thing he refused to do. He had to do something and it had to be done now.  
   
He abruptly stood up, knocking William on his ass. He quickly put his trousers back on and left the room, leaving a stunned and whimperingly confused William behind. He just as quickly put his shoes and cloak on and walked out. He had to find a way out of this ... before it went any further.   
   
The moonless, foggy night soon swallowed up the sight of a determined figure, lost in deep thought.  
   

***** 

T.B.C  
 
 

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