The Sweetest Taboo

Chapter 2

"William, meet my sister, Drusilla," Angel said, walking to his sister and leading her to a chair. She stopped when she reached Spike, and bent down to look at him.

"Grr, puppy doesn't like when you call him that," Drusilla said, standing back up. She reached a hand behind her and leaned back into Angel. She rubbed against him, letting her hands run through his hair while Angel just stood there, watching Spike.

"Thinks he's tough as nails with teeth to bite." She mimicked a bite, her teeth clicking. "My Angel, you like it though. Naughty wicked things flow through your mind thinking about his teeth like that. Tsk, tsk. What would Mummy think?"

Spike watched the interaction, entranced and confused...he didn't know what was going on. He was sure though, that this Drusilla, was a nutter. About the only good thing that came out of it was the blush that stole across Angel's face and the erection that made itself known when she'd rubbed her arse against him.

"'Ello, Pet," Spike said, standing up. He took her hand in his and bowed low, placing a kiss on her hand and winked at her. He smiled as she twirled, her hand still in his, and giggled like a schoolgirl. Spike wondered now why Angel had been so nervous about his sister, if this actually was the 'just one thing' he'd been talking about. She wasn't that bad, at least not for being half-mad, and she was pretty as a picture.

"You don't mind if she joins us for dinner?” Angel asked. He hadn't been sure how William would’ve taken to his sister. Nevertheless, the smiles had cinched it and Angel breathed a sigh of relief.

"It'd be an honor to dine with such a beautiful woman," Spike said, putting on a royal air, bowing again, and again Drusilla smiled brightly.

Angel sat down; drinking his Scotch and watching his boy and his sister interact for most of the afternoon, only speaking when asked a question. His mind was busy elsewhere. He hadn't wanted William to meet Drusilla, at least not yet, not until he'd made the boy his. However, his Mum had dropped her off earlier that day talking about needing a holiday. Moreover, what could Angel say? Besides, it wasn't his sister's fault, and really, he did like her and cared about her, but did it have to be this weekend?

He watched the boy, watched the way his lips quirked into a smile, watched the way he leaned back, letting his legs fall open. Angel hadn't always been this way, this aware of males, this aware of sex in general. That had all changed though, thanks to Rupert and Ethan.

It had started innocently enough, or as innocent as horny young men could be. They'd bunked together in college, having been brought up in the same boarding schools by their parents. They were friends, and sometimes more...or at least Rupert and Ethan had been something more. Angel, for the longest time, couldn't figure out what was off with those two, but he didn't really look too closely. They were his friends after all.

Angel could remember the first night he realized just what Rupert and Ethan were doing on the bunk under him. It had started like all of the other times, with soft murmurings and wet kisses. Words like 'shag' and 'pain' and 'fuck' made their way up through the bunk and to Angel's ears. His cock, he remembered, became so hard, harder then he'd ever felt before. He had stifled a groan as his hand trailed down to touch it. Carefully, Angel had peered over the side of the bed and had watched as Ethan slid into Rupert. He heard Rupert moan and watched as he pushed back onto Ethan, engulfing him. It had been the most erotic thing Angel had ever seen. He remembered beating himself in time with the 'smack' of flesh on flesh. He hadn't known at the time, but Ethan had seen him, seen him look, and seen him jack off.

Something had been said the next day, but as to what, Angel couldn't remember. What he did remember was after the talk, there had been hands...everywhere. Lips that were soft and demanding crushed against him and before he knew it, he was on the bottom bunk surrounded by two gloriously naked bodies. Even now the memory was fuzzy with time, having been relived maybe one too many times, but Angel could remember the feel of them around him, the slickness of the lubricant, the feel of the condom as it was slipped onto him and he was sucked off by one of them. The one thing that would never fade from his memory however was the burn, pressure, and pleasure of being taken from behind.

Angel had reveled in that experience and wondered when it would happen again, but it had gone downhill after his stepfather, a professor at the University, had heard of his stepson’s...indiscretions. Angel had been sent home, left there to study not only the business his stepfather had run, but also to take over in his stepfather’s internship at the school. It hadn't mattered that that wasn't what Angel had wanted.

Drusilla still lived with them at the time, and Angel had come home a few months before Drusilla had to be taken out of the school. He had watched her slowly go mad. No one had known at the time why. Tests had been run on her, questions and needles, it had been enough for Angel to feel sorry for her. He tried to help her, soothe her through the worst of the tests and prodding, but nothing seemed to help. She had gone downhill fast and no one had any answers.

One day, Angel went to go see Drusilla to ask if she wanted to go for a walk, and he'd found her; clothes tattered, in a pool of her father's blood. She'd laughed, twirled, and made patterns on the wall while Angel had gotten sick just outside the room. She'd been tried, but not convicted. It seemed that her father had been molesting her ever since she was old enough to talk. At least his father had been decent enough not to claim ownership of Angel of him after their mother married Drusilla’s father.

Their mother had broken down, claiming she couldn't live in the house anymore and left, leaving Drusilla in his care. Angel had been barely 21 and had a house to look after and a sister. It had seemed like too much, much too much. However, there they were, sitting in that same house, having a conversation...where everyone was staring at him.

"My Angel remembers the birds that have flown by leaving their trail to follow for those that wish it," Drusilla said, mocking secrecy to Spike.

"That so, mate?” Spike asked, turning to Angel. He'd never seen him so deep in thought before, nor had he been seated so far away from him. Usually there was always contact, even if it was just their knees as they sat watching a game on the telly.

"I'm sorry," Angel said, standing up. "Just, thinking is all." He walked over to William and bent down, placing a small kiss on his lips. They both heard Drusilla giggle and clap her hands, but they ignored her.

For some reason, Angel felt drawn to William, as if there were a string between them that always kept them on a tight leash. And, if he looked hard enough, Angel was almost sure he could see it in his boy’s eyes as well. But, as soon as he blinked, it was gone.

"Dinner is ready, Sir," the maid said, clearing her throat. She bustled off before Angel could say thank you. He wondered what exactly Joyce had seen. She knew of Angel's...preferences, but he didn't like flaunting it in front of her, of all people. She had been like a mother to him for most of his life.

They all moved to the dinning room, Angel sitting at the head, Spike to his left and Drusilla to his right. The dinner smelled and looked delicious. Spike was ravenous. He'd been hoarding his money lately, skimping on things like food and a place to stay most nights. This would be the first real meal he'd had in a long time. The money he was saving was to get out of the business, but with the pittance Ethan gave out, it looked to be a long journey.