La Belle Epoque
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Angel the Series › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,056
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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La Belle Epoque 3
La Belle Epoque #3
The streets were busy here, noisy and filthy; bustling with gentlemen, prostitutes and every manner of folk in between. The sordid surroundings and William's tender kisses seemed to have relaxed Drusilla a little. "Blood and monsters, sweet Willie. False faces and beasts and…" She halted abruptly. "…and elephants!" she cried delightedly.
All four paused to take in the unlikely sight before them, an enormous model elephant looming behind the large red windmill beneath which they now stood.
"And donkeys" William laughed, steering Drusilla through the gated entrance into the pleasure gardens beyond. "Would you like to take a ride?"
One of the many things he loved about her was her unpredictability; from dark and deadly temptress to prophetess of doom, to sweet and happy innocent, all in the blink of an eye. William stood watching her, smiling indulgently as she danced across the grass towards the animals. Oh yes, his girl wanted to play and what better place for it?
"She'll be fine now, Will" Angelus assured him, hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "Let's leave her to it."
William stood perfectly still, unwilling to give up the contact. He was acutely aware of Darla's frown as she silently disentangled herself from Angelus, and was certain he was the cause. Ah well, he hadn't expected to win Darla's approval with this excursion. Nothing he did or said could win her round, lately. There had been times when she had seemed to tolerate him, but as the two men had grown closer, the more cool she had become. She had always liked it better when they fought. More than liked, sometimes...
If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that the icy beauty was jealous. Jealous of the attentions paid to him by her man. But jealousy implied a possessiveness, if not love, that he had been taught by both she and Angelus was totally alien to their natures. Never mind that he felt the pangs of love and loyalty as keenly as ever he had when a mere mortal. They mocked him mercilessly for this, but he couldn't change. Wouldn't change.
The relationships between the four were constantly shifting, changing, straining; but they were family. He was unshakeable in his belief that together they could weather any storm. No matter where they strayed, no matter what they did, no matter who they fucked, they would always be drawn back to each other. No harm, then, in loving Dru, in lusting after Darla, in wanting Angelus more than words could ever express. All would be well.
Darla herself seemed more interested right now in a pretty, dark-haired courtesan than in William and Angelus, her covetous eyes falling on the woman's low-cut scarlet dress. A stark contrast to her own Paris finery, elegant but oh so modest. Both men watched as she began to follow her through the gardens. No word of explanation, no backward glance.
Angelus shrugged, immediately turning his attention back to William. "Right. Just you and me, then."
Grinning with pleasure, William allowed himself to be drawn towards the doors of the Moulin Rouge, enjoying the pressure of his grandsire's arm at his back. He was eager to please Angelus and had high hopes for this evening, if even half the stories he had heard about this place were true.
Crossing the threshold was like stepping into a strange and dazzling new world, their senses immediately assaulted by the heady atmosphere, the wall of noise. Chatter, laughter, wild music; smoke and alcohol fumes hanging heavy in the air. And the colours!
"I see what you meant, Will" Angelus laughed. "My kinda place!"
High hopes indeed!
TBC
The streets were busy here, noisy and filthy; bustling with gentlemen, prostitutes and every manner of folk in between. The sordid surroundings and William's tender kisses seemed to have relaxed Drusilla a little. "Blood and monsters, sweet Willie. False faces and beasts and…" She halted abruptly. "…and elephants!" she cried delightedly.
All four paused to take in the unlikely sight before them, an enormous model elephant looming behind the large red windmill beneath which they now stood.
"And donkeys" William laughed, steering Drusilla through the gated entrance into the pleasure gardens beyond. "Would you like to take a ride?"
One of the many things he loved about her was her unpredictability; from dark and deadly temptress to prophetess of doom, to sweet and happy innocent, all in the blink of an eye. William stood watching her, smiling indulgently as she danced across the grass towards the animals. Oh yes, his girl wanted to play and what better place for it?
"She'll be fine now, Will" Angelus assured him, hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "Let's leave her to it."
William stood perfectly still, unwilling to give up the contact. He was acutely aware of Darla's frown as she silently disentangled herself from Angelus, and was certain he was the cause. Ah well, he hadn't expected to win Darla's approval with this excursion. Nothing he did or said could win her round, lately. There had been times when she had seemed to tolerate him, but as the two men had grown closer, the more cool she had become. She had always liked it better when they fought. More than liked, sometimes...
If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that the icy beauty was jealous. Jealous of the attentions paid to him by her man. But jealousy implied a possessiveness, if not love, that he had been taught by both she and Angelus was totally alien to their natures. Never mind that he felt the pangs of love and loyalty as keenly as ever he had when a mere mortal. They mocked him mercilessly for this, but he couldn't change. Wouldn't change.
The relationships between the four were constantly shifting, changing, straining; but they were family. He was unshakeable in his belief that together they could weather any storm. No matter where they strayed, no matter what they did, no matter who they fucked, they would always be drawn back to each other. No harm, then, in loving Dru, in lusting after Darla, in wanting Angelus more than words could ever express. All would be well.
Darla herself seemed more interested right now in a pretty, dark-haired courtesan than in William and Angelus, her covetous eyes falling on the woman's low-cut scarlet dress. A stark contrast to her own Paris finery, elegant but oh so modest. Both men watched as she began to follow her through the gardens. No word of explanation, no backward glance.
Angelus shrugged, immediately turning his attention back to William. "Right. Just you and me, then."
Grinning with pleasure, William allowed himself to be drawn towards the doors of the Moulin Rouge, enjoying the pressure of his grandsire's arm at his back. He was eager to please Angelus and had high hopes for this evening, if even half the stories he had heard about this place were true.
Crossing the threshold was like stepping into a strange and dazzling new world, their senses immediately assaulted by the heady atmosphere, the wall of noise. Chatter, laughter, wild music; smoke and alcohol fumes hanging heavy in the air. And the colours!
"I see what you meant, Will" Angelus laughed. "My kinda place!"
High hopes indeed!
TBC