On the Other Side
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
9,078
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
William licked his lips, not shocked when the metallic taste of blood hit his palate. He sucked in his lower lip, prodding at the split with the tip of his tongue and grimacing at the sting. Raising a shaky hand toward the throbbing heat centered around his right cheekbone, he gently prodded the inflaion.ion. There would be a bruise, if there wasn’t already.
“Ouch.”
”Stop poking it, silly boy.”
Grinning, William dug through his nightstand and removed a framed photo of his step-Mum, propping it up against a stack of books.
“Yes, Mum.” The smile faded. “I wish you were here.”
”I know, sweetheart.
William stared at the brunette in the photograph. She’d been gone over a year; a single snapshot keeping her memory fresh in his mind. He’d pinched the photo from the mantelpiece in their old home as soon as they’d returned from the funeral, afraid that his father would, once again, cleanse the house of memories by destroying them. He’d been right. But his father didn’t stop there; he had to drag them across an ocean to a place that was strange and hot and, quite frankly, filled with frightening people. William replaced the photo in the drawer where he kept it hidden from his father, fingering the bruise on his face again.
“Will?” A shaggy brown head peeked through the door. “I…what happened?”
William forced a grin. “Got into a scrap at school – you should see the other guy.” He’d been built like a lorry, and had remained scratchless. The grin shifted and his brow furrowed. “Did you need something?”
Xander returned his grin, then ducked his head in embarrassment. “I kinda needed some help with homework…”
William hopped off the bed and smoothed the rumpled bed linens. Arm around thy, hy, he led Xander out of the room. “What class is it for?” William didn’t let him answer, however, slapping a hand across Xander’s mouth. They were passing the study.
The study where Giles was most assuredly hidden away. He stayed locked up in the musty old room much of the day, leaving the boys to their own devices. William felt certain he’d been drunk since Jenny died. In truth, William wasn’t sure if his father was still completely sane.
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That night William lay awake, shivering in spite of the thick woolen blankets piled on the bed. Thuds and bumps in the hall indicated his father had emerged from the study, either for more alcohol or more likely, the toilet. Part of William thought he should help the miserable old man stumbling around in the darkness, but another part, the part that cringed every time he caught a glimpse of the rumpled, red-eyed man who bore little resemblance to his father, urged William to huddle into the covers and ignore the thumps and curses in the hallway.
Drawing the bedsheets closer, he stifled a groan at the familiar tightening in his abdomen. He had to pee. He tried desperately to think of something to distract himself from his distended bladder but, for some reason, all he could think of were waterfalls and dripping faucets. Rolling onto his side, he crossed his legs tightly, listenintenntently until the only sound was the steady pulse of blood rushing through his ears. By this time, the uncomfortable feeling was bordering on pain, so William threw the covers aside and hobbled towards the door.
A glance showed no signs of his father, so William made his way into the bathroom. He finished his business, not flushing for fear the noise would draw unwanted attention. Turning on the taps, he gave his hands a cursory rinse, drying them on his boxers. He came to a dead stop at the dark figure looming in the doorway.
A pair of roughened hands gripped his shoulders, and suddenly William felt strangely vulnerable, bare-chested and clad only in boxers. The grip on his shoulders relaxed, fingertips rubbing lightly at the smooth pale skin there. A chill swept over William as the figure leaned in and said in a gravelly voice, “Come with me.” His nose wrinkled at the stench of stale sweat and alcohol, and he gasped as one hand trailed down his spine and rested in the small of his back. Without another word, the drunken man prompted William out of the bathroom and down the hallway into the master bedroom.
To William, it was as if he’d stepped out of time: there was no sound or smell, only distorted images of his father leading him into the bedroom, then locking and leaning heavily against the door. When a thumb pressed sharply into his shoulder, time jerked back into place and he fell to his knees with a cry. He watched with growdreadread as the older man fumbled with the zip of his pants and withdrew his erect penis. William flinched when a hand palmed the back of his head, bringing him uncomfortably close to a very private area. His protest was cut off, however, when the hand clenched, seizing his hair and forcing his neck to arch backward.
“Now, baby, don’t fuss. Open your mouth for daddy.”
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William licked his lips, not shocked when the metallic taste of blood hit his palate. He sucked in his lower lip, prodding at the split with the tip of his tongue and grimacing at the sting. Raising a shaky hand toward the throbbing heat centered around his right cheekbone, he gently prodded the inflaion.ion. There would be a bruise, if there wasn’t already.
“Ouch.”
”Stop poking it, silly boy.”
Grinning, William dug through his nightstand and removed a framed photo of his step-Mum, propping it up against a stack of books.
“Yes, Mum.” The smile faded. “I wish you were here.”
”I know, sweetheart.
William stared at the brunette in the photograph. She’d been gone over a year; a single snapshot keeping her memory fresh in his mind. He’d pinched the photo from the mantelpiece in their old home as soon as they’d returned from the funeral, afraid that his father would, once again, cleanse the house of memories by destroying them. He’d been right. But his father didn’t stop there; he had to drag them across an ocean to a place that was strange and hot and, quite frankly, filled with frightening people. William replaced the photo in the drawer where he kept it hidden from his father, fingering the bruise on his face again.
“Will?” A shaggy brown head peeked through the door. “I…what happened?”
William forced a grin. “Got into a scrap at school – you should see the other guy.” He’d been built like a lorry, and had remained scratchless. The grin shifted and his brow furrowed. “Did you need something?”
Xander returned his grin, then ducked his head in embarrassment. “I kinda needed some help with homework…”
William hopped off the bed and smoothed the rumpled bed linens. Arm around thy, hy, he led Xander out of the room. “What class is it for?” William didn’t let him answer, however, slapping a hand across Xander’s mouth. They were passing the study.
The study where Giles was most assuredly hidden away. He stayed locked up in the musty old room much of the day, leaving the boys to their own devices. William felt certain he’d been drunk since Jenny died. In truth, William wasn’t sure if his father was still completely sane.
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That night William lay awake, shivering in spite of the thick woolen blankets piled on the bed. Thuds and bumps in the hall indicated his father had emerged from the study, either for more alcohol or more likely, the toilet. Part of William thought he should help the miserable old man stumbling around in the darkness, but another part, the part that cringed every time he caught a glimpse of the rumpled, red-eyed man who bore little resemblance to his father, urged William to huddle into the covers and ignore the thumps and curses in the hallway.
Drawing the bedsheets closer, he stifled a groan at the familiar tightening in his abdomen. He had to pee. He tried desperately to think of something to distract himself from his distended bladder but, for some reason, all he could think of were waterfalls and dripping faucets. Rolling onto his side, he crossed his legs tightly, listenintenntently until the only sound was the steady pulse of blood rushing through his ears. By this time, the uncomfortable feeling was bordering on pain, so William threw the covers aside and hobbled towards the door.
A glance showed no signs of his father, so William made his way into the bathroom. He finished his business, not flushing for fear the noise would draw unwanted attention. Turning on the taps, he gave his hands a cursory rinse, drying them on his boxers. He came to a dead stop at the dark figure looming in the doorway.
A pair of roughened hands gripped his shoulders, and suddenly William felt strangely vulnerable, bare-chested and clad only in boxers. The grip on his shoulders relaxed, fingertips rubbing lightly at the smooth pale skin there. A chill swept over William as the figure leaned in and said in a gravelly voice, “Come with me.” His nose wrinkled at the stench of stale sweat and alcohol, and he gasped as one hand trailed down his spine and rested in the small of his back. Without another word, the drunken man prompted William out of the bathroom and down the hallway into the master bedroom.
To William, it was as if he’d stepped out of time: there was no sound or smell, only distorted images of his father leading him into the bedroom, then locking and leaning heavily against the door. When a thumb pressed sharply into his shoulder, time jerked back into place and he fell to his knees with a cry. He watched with growdreadread as the older man fumbled with the zip of his pants and withdrew his erect penis. William flinched when a hand palmed the back of his head, bringing him uncomfortably close to a very private area. His protest was cut off, however, when the hand clenched, seizing his hair and forcing his neck to arch backward.
“Now, baby, don’t fuss. Open your mouth for daddy.”
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