I woke up happy.

For the first time in over a year, I was happy. I had my sire back, and he loved me.

I turned over, a blissful smile on my face. Memories of the night before filtered through my mind. Some of it was hazy - I was pretty drunk, but I remembered his words; "I love you, William."

I reached out across the bed to pull him to me.

My eyes flew open - he wasn't there! My sire wasn't there! I sat up frantically and looked around. He wasn't anywhere - it was a dream, it was all a bloody dream!

Cursing inwardly at my stupid dream from the night before, I got up and put my jeans back on. I stormed to the curtains. "Fuck this," I muttered. I grabbed them and closed my eyes, ready to greet the sun. I flung them open, and waited.

I inched an eye open. "BLOODY HELL!" The building next to mine blocked the soddin' sun from streaming into my room! I was ready to go to the door and walk outside, until. . .

. . .The Angelmobile was parked in front of the window. "Angel," I murmured, pressing my hand against the window. Maybe he really was here.

"William?"

I shut the curtains and spun around, grinning wildly. He looked as delicious as I always remembered, towel wrapped around his waist, body wet and glistening in the light of the room. He was drying his hair with another towel.

Now I've been around for almost a hundred and thirty years. I've seen more bodies than I could possibly tell you about, or even remember. But not one body I've ever seen could ever compare to the beautiful body belonging to my sire.

"Angelus!" I cried as I threw myself into his arms, like a nancyboy.

"William, why did you have the curtains open?" He sounded frantic. Worried. . .He was worried about me!

I looked up at him. "I thought you weren't here, and I couldn't bloody stand that."

"I told you I would be here when you woke up." He stroked my cheek as I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

"Angelus," I murmured again.

"William," and then his lips were pressing against mine.

I honestly thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest at this point. He was kissing me! His tongue sliding into my mouth, dueling with mine, running along the roof of my mouth. I felt his ridges as the demon came forward. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, pressing his towel-covered erection into my abdomen. I moaned against his mouth.

My demon pushed to the fore, my fangs extending. He licked along the tip of one, slicing his tongue open, pushing the bleeding length back into my mouth. I actually stopped kissing him, opening my eyes in shock. My sire was offering his blood to me and that was something that rarely happens, especially with Angelus. He never offered his blood to his childer.

And he was offering his blood to me.

I snapped out of the shock and eagerly pulled his tongue in my mouth, sucking all the blood that I could before it healed. I could feel our bond getting stronger: sire's blood always does an amazing thing when a childe drinks it. I closed my eyes against the wave of emotions I could feel from him; love, lust, worry, concern, pride. . .I pulled away, swallowing. "You are proud of me?"

"I am, William," he said, stroking my cheek. His yellow eyes glowed, then slowly shimmered back to brown.

I sniffed, feeling the tears starting. My human mask came back, blue eyes watering with tears. Before, when Angelus made me cry, I would fight it, because I was ashamed. I was humiliated that I was crying in front of my sire. But now, there was no reason to fear it. He loved me.

I knew that if I wanted to cry, he would hold me. I wiped my tears away, laughing. "This is your fault, you know," I joked.

He frowned, somewhat confused. "What is?"

"That I'm soft."

I could see the agitation in his eyes. "How is that my fault?"

"Because you make me soft," I smiled. "I think of you and turn into jelly." I run my hand over his chest, wanting to feel it pressed against my own naked chest.

The agitation in his big brown eyes was replaced with amusement. "I suppose it is my fault, then."

"Nancyboy," I grinned.

"Nancyboy's lover," he retorted, his eyebrow going up.

I looked up at him, swallowing. I knew that I was going back to LA with him, but I didn't know if we'd ever be physically intimate again. I knew he was worried about the curse, plus I knew how the Poof felt about Slutty. I didn't know if he could bring himself to be with someone else, even if she had already shagged two people since he left Sunnyhell.

Sometimes I really wish I could kill Slutty, if only for the pain that she's put my Sire through.

He was waiting for me. That was something else the soul did. I knew that if I decided I didn't want to be involved with him, it wouldn't happen. Angelus would have taken me anyway. I sighed angrily, for show. "Bloody hell, Peaches! I guess I am, aren't I?"

The smile that spread slowly on his face gave me chills. It was definitely one Angelus would have given me. I shuddered, partly in anticipation and partly in fear. I knew that I had just become his prey. I backed away from him, knowing that he loved the chase. We hadn't played cat and mouse in over a bloody century.

I turned, and cursed at him. I didn't have much room to run - the bed was in my way. I decided I'd make a dash for the bathroom, but his heavy body slammed into me, knocking me to the bed. I closed my eyes, knowing what was next.

Ecstasy washed through me as his fangs entered my neck. I arched against him, howling. There were only two other things that I loved more than my Sire drinking from me - drinking from him, which I hoped would come eventually, and him filling me up with that huge cock of his.

Apparently, that was coming right then, as his huge hands grabbed the waistband of my pants and tugged them down to my knees. I buried my face in the pillow, anticipating his violent love.

He slammed into me. The only lubrication he used was the bit of precum he'd produced and the blood from the tearing of my ring of muscles. I gripped the sheets, crying out his name.

Angelus had moments where he could be tender, and I was positive that the soul would be even more so. But now was neither the time nor the place for tenderness. We both wanted it too bloody much.

He pounded into me, my entrance stretching to accommodate him. I could smell my blood and his precum. It was thick in the air.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me to whimper on the bed. I turned my yellow eyes to gaze into his. "What?" I asked.

"Get up," he barked.

Shaking, I stood up, wrapping my arms around myself. The way he was watching me reminded me of Angelus, and it excited me, humiliated me, and worried me all at once.

He grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed. Tears came to my eyes.

"Step out of your pants."

I did as he said, kicking them to the side of the room. He pushed me towards the wall. "Face the wall and put your hands against it."

I glanced back at him, frowning, but the look on his face left no room for argument. I had no bloody idea what he was doing, and that still worried me, but I trusted him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

He ran his fingers along the cleft of my ass, causing me to shudder. I dropped my head, wanting him to be in me once again. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pumping my cock with his blood and cum covered hand. I moaned, biting my bottom lip. My fang sliced it and the taste of my blood exploded in my mouth.

He entered me once again, as swiftly as before. I cried out his name, and a soft moan escaped his lips.

He was gentler this time, stroking my cock to the same rhythm he was pumping into me. My head was swirling, it was more than I could handle. It had been so long since I hadn't been the dominant one in a sexual relationship. . .

Over the years, as I hardened my heart and gained my tough exterior, I had forgotten how much I loved for him to dominate me. To claim me. To show the world I was his.

I knew at this point I would have that pleasure again.

I was close - I knew I was about to explode. The way my sire's body was tensing around me, I could tell he was about to cum himself.

I was so lost in my world of pleasure and pain I didn't realize his hand was in front of my face until he pressed his wrist against my lips. My eyes flew open. He couldn't be. This just didn't happen. I turned my head and he was watching me with those burning gold eyes.

"Feed," he growled.

I blinked my shock, turning back to his wrist. My mouth watered at the thought. I closed my eyes and sunk my fangs in his wrist.

At the moment that my fangs entered his flesh, his fangs entered my neck. I wanted to scream in pleasure, but I couldn't. His blood was more important than any moan could ever be.

The combined feeling of my sire drinking, shagging, and pumping me, and the way his blood burned down my throat sent me over the edge. I had never experienced an orgasm like I did then. I shot cum all over the wall of the hotel room, oblivious to the mess. He exploded inside me, filling me with his seed.

I leaned against the wall, completely spent. His heavy body was still against me, his softening dick still in my ass. I was lazily lapping at the twin holes on his wrist, whilst he was lapping at the holes in my neck. "I love you," I said.

He nuzzled my neck. "I love you, but I think we should sleep. We can't leave for LA for several hours anyway."

"I could bloody sleep right here."

His chuckle vibrated through my back. "I know the feeling, William."

It took some time, but we finally pulled apart and collapsed in bed. He pulled me into his arms, wrapping his huge body around my smaller one, protecting me.

You know, for the first time in a long time, life was bloody well worth living. I didn't even care about the chip anymore. I had my Sire.

And that's all I ever wanted.

I smiled against his skin. "Night, Nancyboy."

He chuckled, his voice teasing, "Nancyboy's lover."

"Damn proud of it too," I muttered sleepily. I kissed his skin and sank blissfully to sleep.

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