Title: Giving Him The Moon November 2001 1/1

Author: Peasant

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Summary: Spike said that he happened to speak Fyarl, he never said he spoke
it well.

Spoilers: None.

Content: Aus/Will. Violence. Strong language.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: It's no good, they belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and just
about everybody else on the planet except me. I'm not that daft, I know
this.

Canon: post Fool for Love.

Thanks: In a bitter and twisted way to the people who taught me German for
five years without ever once finding out that I didn't realise that the verb
goes at the end of the sentence. And in an entirely genuine way, to Jess,
for a superb beta.

Notes: One does have to wonder how a race whose conversation mainly
consisted of 'Like to crush. Crush now,' had the words to allow Giles to say
things like: 'You're just a little overwrought,' and 'it's perfectly
serviceable.' Mind you, I have never known a language, however barbaric,
that the person trying to get you to like it didn't claim was the most
beautiful and poetic tongue on the planet.

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Upstairs Will kicked a relatively blameless section of wall a few times and
then got ready for bed in his own room, before padding along the corridor in
his night-shirt and slippers to Angelus's much larger one. At least it was
warm in there. He piled more coal on the fire and sat down cross-legged on
the hearth-rug, scowling at the flames.

If that little lump at the front falls within the next minute, she'll be
home by the end of the week, he told himself. And he glared at the fragment
of coal, urging it to fall. He counted to sixty and nothing happened. 'Dru!'
he sobbed, sprawling back. 'When are you going to come home? I can't do this
without you.'

He rolled over and lay on his stomach picking angrily at a little tuft on
the rug. Dru had been gone for nearly nine months, sent to the Master to be
trained in high magics by him. And though his head knew it was a good thing,
knew that when she returned she would be stronger and more skilled than ever
and officially a fledgling no longer, his heart only knew that it missed her
every minute she was gone.

If that spark on the left lasts longer than the one on the right, she will
be home by month's end. He watched the little caterpillar trail of glowing
soot, willing the left one to keep burning. And when it very clearly wasn't
going to, he snatched up the poker and beat the other one out. Then he
jabbed viciously at the fire, sending clouds of smoke billowing into the
room and getting soot all over his hands. He threw the poker down eventually
and tried to wipe his palms clean on the underside of the rug. Then he just
sat and glared into space.

'Now I must be growing forgetful, I was sure I told you to go to bed.'

Will jumped up and bolted, heading round the far side of the bed. 'I was. I'
m just going.'

Angelus crooked a finger. Will bit his lip and returned a few paces, putting
his hands behind his back and trying to look innocent. Angelus's favourite
game was about to begin.

'When I give you an order, boy, do you think I'm merely trying to amuse
myself?'

'No Sire! Course not. I only lost track of the time. I was just going.'

'There is no just about it, boy. I told you to go to bed. I did not tell you
to sit on the hearth-rug warming yourself by the fire.'

'But I was just...'

'Be quiet. Come here.' Angelus reinforced the order with a snap of his
fingers. Will came very warily, fully expecting to be hit, but to his
surprise Angelus merely frowned and studied him. Then Angelus's hand swooped
out and he grabbed Will's chin, twisting it slightly 'Why do you look like a
sweep?'

'Do I?'

Angelus sighed and changed his hold to a pincer grip on one ear and dragged
him over to the wash stand. With his other hand the master vampire poured
water into the bowl, dampened a flannel cloth, and started to wash Will's
face. Will kept still, trying not to protest at being treated like a
toddler.

'Did you brush your teeth?'

'Yes,' Will said flatly.

'Hands.'

Will held them up and Angelus let go of his ear to wash them, rubbing each
finger clean in turn. When he seemed satisfied he dropped the flannel on the
side of the bowl and ran a cold eye over Will. 'You need a haircut.'

'Yes Sire.'

'I will not have anyone in my household looking like a street urchin.'

'No Sire.' Will waited.

'Go and fetch my night-shirt.' Angelus turned his back on Will and started
to undress. Will stood with the expensively embroidered silk shirt ready. He
had taken care to turn away slightly, so as not to be accused of looking
when Angelus was naked, but he nevertheless gazed sidelong from under his
lashes, watching his sire's graceful form. Angelus finally accepted the
shirt off him and at another snap of the fingers Will brought him his
dressing gown and slippers. Angelus tied the dressing gown cord with a
flourish then went and settled in the leather armchair beside the fire. He
drummed his fingers on the arm, still looking at Will with a calculating
air.

Will eyed him back. There was a faint chance that if he could get him drunk,
Angelus might fall asleep before he got around to anything very unpleasant.
'Do you want a whiskey, Sire?'

There was a nod. While it was being poured though, Angelus's eye fell on
something across the room. 'What is that?'

Will followed his gaze. He thought it was perfectly obvious what it was; it
was his own carpet slipper, which had fallen off when he had tried to get
away. The other one was probably round the far side of the bed somewhere.
'It's a slipper. Must have got left there by mistake.' He handed Angelus the
whiskey and tried to see if he could get away with simply picking the
offending object up.

'Bring it here.'

Seemingly not.

Angelus took the thing and examined it as if it was something from the dark
continent. 'This appears to be yours. What are your possessions doing
scattered around my room?' He took a sip of his drink and looked at his
childe with one eyebrow raised in question.

Will was sorely tempted to give a sarcastic response and hope to get the
satisfaction of a few decently landed punches in the ensuing scuffle. But he
had little doubt that Angelus was in a dangerously frustrated mood and he
really did not relish the thought of one of his sire's more creative
punishments. Besides, there was also a lit fire in the room, and that was
never a safe combination to be near. He decided to put on a show of
respectful contrition: It might throw Angelus.

'I'm very sorry, Sire.' He hung his head meekly.

'Are you, indeed?' Angelus was looking at the slipper again. 'This thing
presumably has a fellow. And have you left that lying about as well?'

'Do you want me to find it, Sire?'

'It can wait.' Angelus set the slipper down beside him on the hearth. He
then took another sip of whiskey and patted the front of the chair beside
his knee. 'Come and sit with me.' And, with a sinking heart, Will at last
realised that this was far worse than Angelus in a simple rage with him.
This was Angelus actually attempting to be understanding.

Will cautiously sat down on the floor, leaning back against the other
vampire's knee. Angelus reached over and ruffled his hair. 'Now why are you
being so awkward, Will?'

'Er... I'm sorry about the slipper. And I was going to go to bed...'

'Will, you know what I'm talking about. I asked you to learn twenty lines of
Fyarl. Only twenty lines: it's not much.' He stroked the hair out of his
childe's eyes. 'And you're a bright boy, it's nothing you aren't capable of.
'

'Yes it is.'

'Will, I've tried being patient, I've tried to help you, but I am soon going
to have to conclude that you are doing this deliberately.'

'No I'm not. I'm no good at languages. I never have been. And I just can't
make head or tail of it.'

'Would you like me to speak only Fyarl to you? Would that help?'

'No it would not,' he said crossly.

'William,' Angelus growled warningly, 'don't take that tone with me.' He
took a slow mouthful of his drink. 'Perhaps if I sent you to stay with some
Fyarl for a few weeks?'

'No! Don't send me away! Please don't send me away.' Dru might be coming
home any day and the thought of not being there when she arrived was
unbearable.

'Will, if you don't let me help you, I am forced to think you are being
wilful.'

'Oh yeh, you're really helping, Angelus!'

Angelus hit him a blow that sent him sprawling sideways and he found himself
flat on his back looking up at his sire towering over him in demon face. He
backed away rapidly on his hands, eyes searching for a weapon to make a grab
at. But Angelus looked away for a second, very clearly struggling to control
himself, then reverted to human form and hunkered down, holding out a hand.
The word Sorry was not one Angelus would ever allow past his own lips, but
he did occasionally permit himself a little body language. Will returned
with extreme reluctance and they both sat down again.

The strong fingers played with Will's hair for a while. Will gradually
relaxed against his sire's knee, closing his eyes. After a little he tilted
his head slightly so Angelus could rub around the tips of his ears and down
onto his neck, tickling small soft patterns that sent shivers down his
spine. 'I know you miss Dru.' Will stiffened. 'We all do. But it is for the
best.' Will stared blankly at the fire whilst Angelus spelt out all the
reasons he already knew perfectly well, about why it was a good thing for
Dru to have gone. Then his lip curled into a sneer as Angelus began to grow
creative about how disappointed Dru would be if Will didn't work hard in her
absence; and how he, Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, was being the epitome
of patience and gentle tutoring: for which Will should be nothing but
grateful. 'Do you understand that now?' Angelus finally said.

'Yes Sire.' Will made an elaborate exhibition of rubbing the side of his
head where Angelus had hit him. 'Can I have a whiskey too, please?'

There was a sigh. 'I suppose so.' Will leapt up quickly and helped himself
to a large one.

'I thought you would like Fyarl; it is one of the most poetic demon tongues
there is. Why, the subtlety of the idiom alone makes it wonderful.'
Angelus snapped his fingers again and Will returned to his place. 'And their
war chants...' Another heavy sigh. 'Aren't you looking forward to being able
to read those?'

Will studied the depths of his whiskey, swirling it around in the glass.
'Not particularly, no.'

'Some of the best demon stories ever written are in Fyarl.'

'I'm happy to make do with the ones in English.'

'Someone who could speak Fyarl might be considered responsible enough to
join the Hellish Abandon Club.'

This was blatant bribery and something Will had been working on for months,
since he needed his sire's permission to be put forward for membership at
the demon fighting and drinking club. Will took a swig of whiskey, grateful
that Angelus couldn't see his face. 'Don't really see the connection between
the two,' he said carefully.

Angelus coughed and seemed interested in his own drink for a while. 'But
Will, what if you ever need to employ a Fyarl?' he said eventually. 'How
will you give it instructions?'

'Simple - I'll also employ someone who can translate.'

'William, no childe of mine should ever be forced to rely on anyone else for
anything.' Will took a hasty gulp of whiskey in response to the edge in
Angelus's voice. 'You may have had a spoilt enough upbringing that you think
you can buy your way out of every situation.' The brogue was beginning to
thicken. 'But you do not get out of things like that in my household. Nor
are you fit to make such decisions. If I say you will learn Fyarl, you will
learn Fyarl.'

'Oh well, if you *say* I will, then that's bound to make me understand it.'

'You are also not so old, boy, that I won't put you over my knee and use
that slipper to teach you some manners.'

Will snorted. 'I should like to see you try.'

Angelus's tone hardened. 'Oh yes, I was forgetting, you're a big bad
nearly-seven aren't you. And you consider that grown up do you?'

'I'm not a baby.'

'Grown up vampires are a credit to their sire and their bloodline, William.'

Oh God, Will thought, not tonight, not on top of everything else: don't give
me the disgrace to your family speech. He could almost parrot it line by
line as Angelus continued.

'By seven I was one of the most renowned fledglings of the Order of
Aurelius. I did not earn that reputation by getting into tavern brawls and
playing ridiculous practical jokes.'

Pubs, Will thought, as he always did, they're called pubs. Come into the
nineteenth century, Angelus. 'No Sire.'

'My hunting skills were held up as an example to others, I did not simply
drag home whatever chance happened to send my way.' This was grossly unfair
and had been for some years, but Angelus had clearly not yet seen reason to
remove it from the list.

'No Sire.'

'And by seven, boy, I could speak fluent Fyarl.'

That was new. Will gritted his teeth and kept silent.

'Did you hear me?'

'Yes.'

'And?'

'I'm sure you did, Angelus; but then you would, wouldn't you. Being perfect,
as you are.' This was skating dangerously close to the edge again, and Will
knew it, but his temper was beginning to wear thin.

Angelus reached over and plucked the glass out of Will's hand, ignoring the
mewl of protest. 'Very well, boy, I've had enough of this nonsense. Starting
tomorrow you will study Fyarl with your full attention. And we will do it
the way I say, not according to some far fetched scheme you have dreamt up
to waste time. Now - you will give me your promise to try your best
tomorrow.'

Will shrugged.

There was the little snick of the glass being put back on the side table.
'Answer me properly.'

Will chewed his thumbnail and stared crossly at his bare toes. 'For the
sixth hundredth time, I *am* trying.'

'Well since you're big and grown up and nearly seven perhaps you ought to
try a bit harder.' He paused. 'Fyarl is so beautiful, you know.' There was
more of a whine in Angelus's tone than was entirely becoming for a master
vampire.

Will growled. 'Sounds like humping cats to me.'

'That's it!' His sire cuffed him round the ear. 'Over my knee.' Angelus
picked up the slipper.

'You're joking!'

'I am not joking, boy. Over my knee.' He pinched Will's ear again. 'Now.'

With a scowl of pure fury, Will got up and stood and glared at Angelus with
folded arms. He was well aware that Angelus was also missing Dru, but he was
damned if he was going to let himself become that much of a substitute for
his sire's frustrations in her absence.

Angelus regarded him with a quite smile and toyed with the slipper with
exaggerated nonchalance. 'What are you going to do, Will? Try to fight me?
Run out into the street in your bare feet and night-shirt? Surely you're man
enough to take your punishments, childe; don't tell me I'm going to have to
send for a few minions to hold you down!'

Will's nostrils flared.

Angelus tapped the slipper thoughtfully against his palm. 'Well of course, I
'm not unreasonable - if you just can't bear the pain I could try and think
of something else.' He tilted his head. 'I could keep you in every night for
a month or so...'

Will's eyes narrowed and he stalked over with as much hauteur as he could
muster and draped himself awkwardly over Angelus's lap, spreading his palms
on the floor to brace himself. There was a smug snigger from his sire. He
felt the tail of his night-shirt being yanked up and Angelus's left hand
planted on his back. Then the other hand brought the slipper down sharply.

Will blinked. The thing about Dru was she didn't object to the fact that it
did actually hurt. Three more blows and the stinging was changing to a sore
smart. By ten after that it was becoming something a
not-quite-seven-year-old vampire called painful. And Angelus was actually
purring with pleasure at reminding his childe who was in charge.

Angelus started to lecture him, punctuating every sentence with hard smacks.
'You will - learn - to speak - Fyarl. - You - will - learn - to - enjoy -
Fyarl - if - I - tell - you - to - William. - Fyarl - is - one - of - the -
most - beau - tiful - de - mon - ic - lang - ua - ges - in - the - world.'

Will kept his motionless and dignified silence for a while longer and then
his patience snapped. If Angelus wanted a small boy to torment while Dru was
away, then that was exactly what he would get. And Will was going to do his
damnedest to get something for himself out of the evening. He gave a fretful
whimper, burrowing against Angelus's thigh.

Sure enough, the slippering immediately stopped. 'What's the matter, Will?
Do you think that nearly seven is too old to still be spanked by your sire?'

'Leave me alone,' he said with as much petulant childishness as he could
muster.

Angelus tapped him on the shoulder, and when he wouldn't look up, growled.
Will raised his head with a resentful pout, refusing to meet his eye. 'Well
aren't you a little ball of misery. Why is it, Will, that you can take a
flogging in almost total silence and yelp like a puppy when I spank you?'

'Dunno, Sire,' Will said sulkily. Angelus grinned and pushed his childe's
head back down. Then Will squeaked and squirmed again because the slipper
had started up once more. Angelus just used his free arm to pin him tightly
in place, a flurry of particularly sharp blows falling down. Will could
smell that his sire was getting aroused. He squirmed more; deliberately
arching so he was rubbing everywhere except Angelus's cock.

Angelus slowed down a little, then stopped and picked up his glass and took
another sip. Will snuffled and grimaced. He also tried to shift his balance
since he was beginning to fall off.

'Did I say you could move?'

'No,' Will said in a very small surly voice.

'Then don't.'

'OW!'

'And since you're very big...'

'Owhhww.'

'... and very grown up...'

'Pleeease.'

'...and very nearly seven.'

'Siiire!'

'You should be able to keep quiet.' Angelus paused for another smug sip.
Will was rubbing his head furiously against the side of his arm, making the
sleeve suspiciously wet. This last little display finally satisfied Angelus
who gave his childe a light pat on the back. 'Get up.'

Will shot off immediately before Angelus thought better of it.

'Maybe now you'll go to bed.'

Will went and dived under the covers. He watched apprehensively as Angelus
tossed back the last of the whiskey before shedding his dressing gown and
coming over to look down at him. 'Roll over.' Angelus was fully erect and
undoubtedly planned to use it for the next stage of Will's lesson. Will
ignored him. 'William, I said roll over.'

'No,' he said sullenly. 'You only want to bugger me because you think it
will make me do what you want.'

Angelus looked startled, persuasion had clearly been the last thing on his
mind. As usual he fell back on his well worn threats. 'You will do as I say
because I tell you to, William. Otherwise...'

Will gave a little sob and flipped over onto his front.

'What on earth is the matter with you today?'

Will mumbled something that could be mistaken for almost anything.

'William?' Angelus sounded slightly meditative, perhaps having remembered
that he had been trying to be patient. He sat on the edge of the bed. 'What'
s the matter, Will?'

Will kept a sulky silence.

'I asked you a direct question.'

There was another mumble.

'Speak up.'

'I said: you don't have to treat me like this. I'm not a bloody kid.' He
wriggled further away to the edge of the mattress. And waited alertly to see
what Angelus would do.

'No, you're not.' The tone was thoughtful, quiet, and Will pricked his ears
at it. And a second later a gentle hand reached out and brushed at the nape
of his neck. He turned slightly and looked up at his sire with a carefully
calculated look of childish resentment and pleading mixed up. Angelus smiled
when he saw it. 'Not in the least bit a child, my little boy. Now I do want
you to learn Fyarl, Will.'

'But why?' Will wailed. 'If you speak it anyway then why do I have to?'

'But I might not always be with you, little one.' Angelus said, though he no
longer seemed quite so insistent. Will hid his smirk and treated Angelus to
an alarmed frown instead. Angelus was looking smug. 'I know you need me,
Will. And I don't plan to let you go for a very long time, but you still
ought to learn. I don't know why you are being so silly about it. You've
only got to try.'

'But I have been trying, Sire' Will said miserably. Though he couldn't
resist adding, 'You always tell me how trying I am.'

There was a soft chuckle. 'Still the little imp, eh, my boy. Now can't you
promise to try your very best? For me?'

Will firmly turned his back on him again, half pulling the covers off as he
did so. He could almost feel Angelus looking at his now exposed rump. Then
he felt Angelus get fully onto the bed and there was a tickling sensation as
his night-shirt was lifted up again, only all the way that time, slowly
rolled right up, and he went all floppy so Angelus could pull first one arm
and then the other out, undressing him like a baby. There was the soft thump
of the shirt falling to the floor, quickly followed by a second thump of
Angelus's own. Again a hand brushed along the curve of his neck, one finger
trailing the length of the jugular. He arched away from it and gave a little
whine, something between a whimper and a purr, nose still buried in the
pillow. This resulted in a puzzled silence. Will burrowed deeper into the
pillow, which necessitated much wiggling of his lower body. Then there was a
throaty rumble from Angelus and Will felt a tickle of cool breath being
blown down the length of his spine, followed by a trailing tongue.

'Little one?'

Angelus flickered his tongue down again, bringing a finger to tease
enticingly between Will's legs.

'For me?'

Will carefully ensured he had arched up just enough that his cock was in
reach and sure enough, Angelus began to massage him; until Will stretched
and twisted, gnawing the inside of his mouth to keep quiet.

'Can't you promise?'

Angelus was stroking his length, gradually increasing the pressure to a
rolling kneading caress. Will nearly bit his own tongue, his mind racing to
assess his next move. But Angelus abruptly stopped. 'William, I will not be
played with.'

'Please, Sire,' Will stuttered. 'Please.'

'Please what?' Angelus sounded genuinely bewildered.

'Please make love to me. I'll be good, I really will.'

There was a stunned silence and then a low chuckle. A finger came and
tickled invitingly at his entrance. 'Oh, you want me to make *love* to you.'
Will finally purred properly for a few seconds and spread his legs wider.

The bed rocked violently as Angelus straddled him, putting a strong hand
under each leg to hoist his hips up. Then there was more rocking as Angelus
reached over to the chest of drawers and the slather of him oiling his cock.
Will slumped into the mattress slightly with relief, knowing that he had
successfully avoided the dry entry he had been threatened with. There was
even a thin cold trickle of oil being poured onto his own crack and the
teasing fingers again, gradually easing him open. Angelus was licking and
nibbling along the length of his spine as well, soothing him with a
reassuring purr. Will breathed out, a long steady stream, forcing himself to
relax as he felt the pressure increase; until at last his sire slammed in,
making Will yowl as he was driven forward. Angelus pumped slow but hard,
with a regular precise rhythm, purring loudly in time to it. Will moved with
him, trying to feel beyond the hurt into the pleasure behind.

After a little while, when he judged the moment correct, Will gave a small
squirm and a mew by way of reminder. Angelus didn't seem to notice. 'Sire?'
he asked, softly urgent. Angelus grunted and duly reached round and resumed
rubbing up his childe in a rather mechanical fashion. Will pressed his
forehead against the pillow and deliberately waited until Angelus had pulled
out slightly, then steeled himself and tensed his muscles, forcing Angelus
to push harder, relaxing abruptly at the last moment so his sire flew in and
hit his sweet spot full on. He gasped as the sensation sparked through his
body. Angelus growled and began to speed up, his hand tightening around Will
's cock with the rhythm.

Will felt totally surrounded by the dark demon hanging over him. Cool,
potent moving flesh, bare inches from his own or rubbing against him in a
sheen of oil and sweat; enclosing him in a thrusting vital cage of limbs and
body. Filling him. Will dug his fingers into the sheet and whined low in his
throat, writhing slightly as each stroke carried him forward to the crest,
to then fall tantalisingly back. At once he felt the prick of fangs against
his nape, not piercing but a light nip to hold him steady. He concentrated
on the deep scent of his sire and the steady rumbling purr that tickled warm
air against his skin and reverberated all through him, setting up a
vibrating resonance between them that seemed to set his still blood pulsing
through his veins. Until the pain began to diminish into irrelevancy and he
could lose himself in nothing but the feel of his sire's immense strength
and power.

With a yelp, Will came, shaking his head and blinking. Angelus snarled,
releasing his bite; and he immediately dropped Will's cock and clasped him
around the waist instead, thrusting harder and harder. Will screwed his eyes
shut and tightened himself again. Scrabbling round and grabbing one of
Angelus's hands, he twined his fingers into his sire's and gripped like mad.
He began to purr as well, though he kept it quiet because he knew Angelus
didn't like too much distraction when he was coupling. Angelus brought his
rough chin down to nuzzle softly just against the curve of Will's neck. At
last the master vampire increased the volume of his purr, reached his climax
with a shudder, and stilled.

Angelus pulled out and rolled off.

Will flipped over and waited for a few seconds for his head to clear, then
glanced at Angelus and on seeing a curt nod dutifully dived down to lick his
sire clean. He did what was expected of him but then stayed there, and
Angelus reached down to pet him again, purring very slightly once more. Will
played with his sire's hand, sucking on each finger in turn and trailing
little circles with his tongue on the broad palm. Then, since he was in the
general area, he decided to give Angelus's cock a nibble. He started to lick
and rub teasingly at the tip. Angelus seemed lost in thought. Will reached
an interesting point.

And stopped.

'Angelus, if I promise to try, can't we take a break from Fyarl for a few
days?'

'No.'

Will swore viciously under his breath.

'There is no need to stop what you were doing.'

Will finished apathetically and flopped back onto the pillows, gazing at the
ceiling.

'Akooahgasaaashnangbeaah?' Angelus said.

'The vampires won the war, Sire.'

Come home soon, Dru, Will thought. Please come home soon.

Angelus firmly pulled him against his side and wrapped an arm round him.
'Don't wriggle.'

'No Sire.'

And as he drifted off to sleep, Will wondered what war they had ever won.





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