Midnight and Roses
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Sired
Author: Dayrunner
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: Spike remembers a past life. Ambrosius claims
William as his childe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters and make no money.
This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 17
William’s eyes snapped open, his screaming howl still ringing in his own ears as he crashed back to life. Trembling uncontrollably, wrapped in his Grandsire’s arms, he turned his head and looked pleadingly into Ambrosius’ gentle face, not comprehending why he felt so cold... so lost... so hurt and confused.
The vampire king looked kindly into the beautiful azure eyes, dilated in bewilderment and fear. He drew the shivering and whimpering young man in his arms closer to his thick body and cooed to him softly.
“Sshh, my little one... do not be afraid...”
William stared at Ambrosius, unable to remember or fully comprehend what had happened to him. What the new vampire did know was that his hollow veins burned like fire, demanding to be made full. His empty belly churned and growled in protest with hunger so strong, he had never known the likes of it before. But, most of all, his whole being ached and yearned to be touched and filled with the essence of the one he would forever call ‘Sire’...
Ambrosius quickly lowered his fangs and bit down hard into his own wrist, waiting for the blood to ooze out before he pressed the wound gently into William’s lips. Instinctively, the new vampire slid into game face and wrapped his hands around the proffered wrist, hungrily pulling the blood into his mouth.
William stuttered for a moment at the coppery taste. It was not as he remembered... not Sire’s... but there was a strong familiarity to it. Sire was there, albeit weakly, so he drank, swallowing the life-giving elixir in big, gasping gulps, never taking his amber eyes away from his savior’s dark, chocolate orbs, wondering why Sire wasn’t there to feed him.
“Good boy, William... drink from me... be my childer...” Ambrosius urged softly as he watched William sate himself until his eyes fluttered in exhaustion and his face returned to its beautiful features.
William whimpered quietly for a few moments after Ambrosius gently weaned him from his wrist. The whimpers soon gave way to gentle sighing as his full belly soothed him to sleep. The older vampire wrapped himself protectively around his fledgling and murmured sweet words of comfort and love to William before he, too, drifted off into a blessed slumber.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
William awoke softly to a feeling of light, gentle caresses ghosting over his skin and hair by strong, but tender hands. He reluctantly blinked the sleep from his eyes and moaned quietly at the feel of his painfully hard cock pulsing against Ambrosius’ hip. He buried his face against the crook of the older vampire’s neck and snuffled weakly, rubbing himself wantonly against the muscular body with need and desire.
The scent and softness of Ambrosius’ skin soothed William while he was rocked gently in secure arms. The musky tang of orange and sandalwood, mixed with Ambrosius’ blood-scent, was imprinting itself upon William’s psyche as he became enthralled. It would be the scent, the comfort, the family tie that would bind the two vampires together forever in a circle of blood.
A feeling of belonging to the one holding him slowly enveloped the fledgling vampire. The demon that had melded with William’s soul reached out to the older vampire for comfort and recognition.
“S-Sire...?” William whispered softly and looked up at Ambrosius with anxious eyes.
“Yes, my sweet one... Sire...” Ambrosius said gently as he closed his eyes and felt his demon reach out to touch William’s. *“Me duce tutus eris,” he murmured and thanked the Ancient Ones for allowing him claim to the small warrior.
William keened quietly when he heard Ambrosius’ words and dared to lightly run his tongue over the pulse point on the vampire king’s throat. When the older vampire groaned his approval, William rubbed himself harder against the thick body and moaned softly with want. Stretching himself up closer to Ambrosius’ face, he lightly licked and kissed his way to the full lips that smiled down at him. Then, he closed his eyes and gently kissed them.
A shiver ran down Ambrosius’ spine when he felt William’s exquisite tongue flick lightly at his throat; the sensation made him purr-growl softly with pleasure and his semi-hard cock gave an interested jerk. He watched with pride as his new childe became bold enough to lick and kiss at his throat and jaw, and when William closed his eyes and gently kissed his lips, he moaned with desire as he hungrily returned the kiss.
Wrapping his arms around the small vampire, Ambrosius rolled him onto his back and straddled William’s hips with his thighs. He leaned over and eagerly kissed his way up the willing body under him, making rumbling, reassuring purrs as he rubbed his swollen cock against William’s straining and weeping sex.
Not able to endure the glorious sensation of the older vampire’s burgeoning sex pressing urgently against his own, William cried out when the semen in his throbbing shaft surged up with a roar and exploded against Ambrosius. He shuddered hard as his cock pulsed out spurts of cum that seemed to go on and on, the tremors staying with him for several long minutes afterwards.
When William had cried out and shuddered his release against Ambrosius, it had triggered the dark vampire’s own quiet orgasm between them, his spill mixing with the young fledgling’s. He held William close to him for a few minutes while William keened softly and writhed in thrall.
“Please, Lord... make me yours. Please... I need... Sire...” the new vampire begged as he spread his legs wide to let the vampire king seat himself on his knees between them.
“Yes, my little one... you shall have Sire...” Ambrosius whispered softly as he reared up and quickly collected the spend off their bellies. Coating his fingers with the slippery stuff, he gently worked first one digit, then two, into the tight, virgin hole. Making sure to find William’s sweet spot, Ambrosius grazed over it again and again until the writhing body under him was pliant and moaning. Then, Ambrosius growled with hunger and replaced his fingers with his slicked cock, sliding in with one, fluid motion.
William gasped at the intrusion into his most intimate opening and shivered in anticipation, fisting his hands into the sheets. Even though there had been several lovers in his life, both male and female, William was not prepared for what was to come. Ambrosius’ fingers scissored inside him, stretching him, moving in and out until he moaned in pleasure when the spot he knew was there was nudged, making him become as hard as steel.
When Ambrosius growled and removed his fingers, William braced himself. There was heat and pain and William saw stars behind his tightly closed eyes for a few moments when Ambrosius’ thick shaft stretched the tight ring of muscle and slid home. Slowly, the older vampire began an easy rhythm and all was replaced with a filling pleasure.
Ambrosius rode William gently at first, then their link opened and they became one, exchanging thoughts, feelings and memories, hopes and dreams. After that, their demons came to the fore, howling and snarling, both fighting for dominance until Ambrosius leaned over William and lowered his fangs against his throat, his thrusts into William becoming harder and faster.
William was shaking and quivering and moaning, as if about to break apart, at the overload of delirious sensations assaulting him. When he felt Ambrosius’ fangs rub against his throat, he moaned in excitement and arched his back, trying to gain friction for his neglected, weeping cock.
Ambrosius lay atop William’s chest as his hips continued to grind into the small vampire’s tight, friction-warmed ass. He wrapped his arms around the sinewy body and growled quietly before he kissed the wound made by Arellano and ran his fangs lightly over it.
“By my mark... by my blood... by my seed... bound to you... Forever mine...” Ambrosius intoned softly before he moaned in ecstacy and filled William’s passage with his cool seed. As he shuddered his release, Ambrosuis sank his canines hard into the soft, yielding skin at William’s throat for the first taste of his new childe’s blood.
William cried out and came hard when he felt the exquisite pain of fangs driving into his throat, and he sobbed, as he was both filled and drained at once, the bite becoming a link to Ambrosius... to his sire... for eternity.
Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. William was numb and his body throbbed with a slow, dreamy pang of pleasant sensations. He felt a tingle touch at his aura and heard a soft, gentle voice...
“Drink from me, William... be my childe... Be mine...”
“Yours, my Sire... yours...”
William wept quietly and instinctively slipped into game face and dropped his fangs. He snuffled lightly against the cool skin under his canines before he bit down hard. His second mind-blowing orgasm hit him when the rich, powerful, comforting blood of his sire ran down his throat, making him soar, the song of the blood in his veins letting him feel. Just... to be.
“Yours...”
~ tbc ~
*Me duce tutus eris: Under my leadership you will be safe.
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: Spike remembers a past life. Ambrosius claims
William as his childe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the characters and make no money.
This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 17
William’s eyes snapped open, his screaming howl still ringing in his own ears as he crashed back to life. Trembling uncontrollably, wrapped in his Grandsire’s arms, he turned his head and looked pleadingly into Ambrosius’ gentle face, not comprehending why he felt so cold... so lost... so hurt and confused.
The vampire king looked kindly into the beautiful azure eyes, dilated in bewilderment and fear. He drew the shivering and whimpering young man in his arms closer to his thick body and cooed to him softly.
“Sshh, my little one... do not be afraid...”
William stared at Ambrosius, unable to remember or fully comprehend what had happened to him. What the new vampire did know was that his hollow veins burned like fire, demanding to be made full. His empty belly churned and growled in protest with hunger so strong, he had never known the likes of it before. But, most of all, his whole being ached and yearned to be touched and filled with the essence of the one he would forever call ‘Sire’...
Ambrosius quickly lowered his fangs and bit down hard into his own wrist, waiting for the blood to ooze out before he pressed the wound gently into William’s lips. Instinctively, the new vampire slid into game face and wrapped his hands around the proffered wrist, hungrily pulling the blood into his mouth.
William stuttered for a moment at the coppery taste. It was not as he remembered... not Sire’s... but there was a strong familiarity to it. Sire was there, albeit weakly, so he drank, swallowing the life-giving elixir in big, gasping gulps, never taking his amber eyes away from his savior’s dark, chocolate orbs, wondering why Sire wasn’t there to feed him.
“Good boy, William... drink from me... be my childer...” Ambrosius urged softly as he watched William sate himself until his eyes fluttered in exhaustion and his face returned to its beautiful features.
William whimpered quietly for a few moments after Ambrosius gently weaned him from his wrist. The whimpers soon gave way to gentle sighing as his full belly soothed him to sleep. The older vampire wrapped himself protectively around his fledgling and murmured sweet words of comfort and love to William before he, too, drifted off into a blessed slumber.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
William awoke softly to a feeling of light, gentle caresses ghosting over his skin and hair by strong, but tender hands. He reluctantly blinked the sleep from his eyes and moaned quietly at the feel of his painfully hard cock pulsing against Ambrosius’ hip. He buried his face against the crook of the older vampire’s neck and snuffled weakly, rubbing himself wantonly against the muscular body with need and desire.
The scent and softness of Ambrosius’ skin soothed William while he was rocked gently in secure arms. The musky tang of orange and sandalwood, mixed with Ambrosius’ blood-scent, was imprinting itself upon William’s psyche as he became enthralled. It would be the scent, the comfort, the family tie that would bind the two vampires together forever in a circle of blood.
A feeling of belonging to the one holding him slowly enveloped the fledgling vampire. The demon that had melded with William’s soul reached out to the older vampire for comfort and recognition.
“S-Sire...?” William whispered softly and looked up at Ambrosius with anxious eyes.
“Yes, my sweet one... Sire...” Ambrosius said gently as he closed his eyes and felt his demon reach out to touch William’s. *“Me duce tutus eris,” he murmured and thanked the Ancient Ones for allowing him claim to the small warrior.
William keened quietly when he heard Ambrosius’ words and dared to lightly run his tongue over the pulse point on the vampire king’s throat. When the older vampire groaned his approval, William rubbed himself harder against the thick body and moaned softly with want. Stretching himself up closer to Ambrosius’ face, he lightly licked and kissed his way to the full lips that smiled down at him. Then, he closed his eyes and gently kissed them.
A shiver ran down Ambrosius’ spine when he felt William’s exquisite tongue flick lightly at his throat; the sensation made him purr-growl softly with pleasure and his semi-hard cock gave an interested jerk. He watched with pride as his new childe became bold enough to lick and kiss at his throat and jaw, and when William closed his eyes and gently kissed his lips, he moaned with desire as he hungrily returned the kiss.
Wrapping his arms around the small vampire, Ambrosius rolled him onto his back and straddled William’s hips with his thighs. He leaned over and eagerly kissed his way up the willing body under him, making rumbling, reassuring purrs as he rubbed his swollen cock against William’s straining and weeping sex.
Not able to endure the glorious sensation of the older vampire’s burgeoning sex pressing urgently against his own, William cried out when the semen in his throbbing shaft surged up with a roar and exploded against Ambrosius. He shuddered hard as his cock pulsed out spurts of cum that seemed to go on and on, the tremors staying with him for several long minutes afterwards.
When William had cried out and shuddered his release against Ambrosius, it had triggered the dark vampire’s own quiet orgasm between them, his spill mixing with the young fledgling’s. He held William close to him for a few minutes while William keened softly and writhed in thrall.
“Please, Lord... make me yours. Please... I need... Sire...” the new vampire begged as he spread his legs wide to let the vampire king seat himself on his knees between them.
“Yes, my little one... you shall have Sire...” Ambrosius whispered softly as he reared up and quickly collected the spend off their bellies. Coating his fingers with the slippery stuff, he gently worked first one digit, then two, into the tight, virgin hole. Making sure to find William’s sweet spot, Ambrosius grazed over it again and again until the writhing body under him was pliant and moaning. Then, Ambrosius growled with hunger and replaced his fingers with his slicked cock, sliding in with one, fluid motion.
William gasped at the intrusion into his most intimate opening and shivered in anticipation, fisting his hands into the sheets. Even though there had been several lovers in his life, both male and female, William was not prepared for what was to come. Ambrosius’ fingers scissored inside him, stretching him, moving in and out until he moaned in pleasure when the spot he knew was there was nudged, making him become as hard as steel.
When Ambrosius growled and removed his fingers, William braced himself. There was heat and pain and William saw stars behind his tightly closed eyes for a few moments when Ambrosius’ thick shaft stretched the tight ring of muscle and slid home. Slowly, the older vampire began an easy rhythm and all was replaced with a filling pleasure.
Ambrosius rode William gently at first, then their link opened and they became one, exchanging thoughts, feelings and memories, hopes and dreams. After that, their demons came to the fore, howling and snarling, both fighting for dominance until Ambrosius leaned over William and lowered his fangs against his throat, his thrusts into William becoming harder and faster.
William was shaking and quivering and moaning, as if about to break apart, at the overload of delirious sensations assaulting him. When he felt Ambrosius’ fangs rub against his throat, he moaned in excitement and arched his back, trying to gain friction for his neglected, weeping cock.
Ambrosius lay atop William’s chest as his hips continued to grind into the small vampire’s tight, friction-warmed ass. He wrapped his arms around the sinewy body and growled quietly before he kissed the wound made by Arellano and ran his fangs lightly over it.
“By my mark... by my blood... by my seed... bound to you... Forever mine...” Ambrosius intoned softly before he moaned in ecstacy and filled William’s passage with his cool seed. As he shuddered his release, Ambrosuis sank his canines hard into the soft, yielding skin at William’s throat for the first taste of his new childe’s blood.
William cried out and came hard when he felt the exquisite pain of fangs driving into his throat, and he sobbed, as he was both filled and drained at once, the bite becoming a link to Ambrosius... to his sire... for eternity.
Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. William was numb and his body throbbed with a slow, dreamy pang of pleasant sensations. He felt a tingle touch at his aura and heard a soft, gentle voice...
“Drink from me, William... be my childe... Be mine...”
“Yours, my Sire... yours...”
William wept quietly and instinctively slipped into game face and dropped his fangs. He snuffled lightly against the cool skin under his canines before he bit down hard. His second mind-blowing orgasm hit him when the rich, powerful, comforting blood of his sire ran down his throat, making him soar, the song of the blood in his veins letting him feel. Just... to be.
“Yours...”
~ tbc ~
*Me duce tutus eris: Under my leadership you will be safe.