Fangless.Sequel

The flame flickered unsteadily, wax melting down into a thick glob around what used to be the hilt of a red candle. The light of the tiny fire was fast reaching its end, a play of shadows swaying slightly against the soft backdrop - outlines, bodies vigorously moving in dimming light.

Rough grunts echoed, two almost harmonious and punctuating each rough thrust, each soft creak of the sturdy mattress. The scene, like the tiny flickering flame, was near its end. The thrusts soon became frantic, the moans louder, and a hand came up and grabbed a handful of thick brown hair.

“Fuck, Angelus!” William pulled the elder vampire down, lips meeting his Sire’s in a bruising kiss.

Angelus growled, nipping at the younger vampire's soft lips with blunt teeth. His childe’s moans were melting into him, creating a tingle from their joined lips to the base of his spine. It wasn’t going to last long, he could feel his balls drawing up, climax approaching. Quickly he grasped onto slender hips and spread his legs further apart to achieve a deeper thrust. One of William’s hands found its way to the nape of his neck, lowering still, down his sweat slick back until it was cupping his ass, encouraging one last powerful thrust.

“Fu…” The elder vampire could hear every obscenity he knew being spoken in his head, but was unable to say them aloud as his teeth broke skin and William’s blood hit his tongue. Orgasm quickly washed over him and he slumped onto his Childe, head in the crook of William’s neck. His body was held in a tight embrace, squeezed to the point of bruising. A pinpoint of energy, it felt as though he were being drained by the smaller body beneath his own.

The small candlelight flickered once, violently, and the tiny spark dimmed to black.

A smile was left on Angelus’ face as he came down from his orgasmic high, feeling cum slick between his and William‘s bellies. The smile broadened.

He could pleasure his boy without even touching that beautiful cock. With a simple growl, a single syllable, he could have William hard in an instant. All his Childe’s pleasure, everything he needed, solely rested on Angelus. The elder vampire took great pride in that knowledge, knowing full well what it meant. Slowly he rolled over, pulling his Childe to lie comfortably at his side.

William kissed the skin of his Sire’s neck softly while shifting to a comfortable position. His arm lay stretched over Angelus’ broad chest along with his head - leg over the elder vampire's waist, clinging tightly. When he allowed himself to relax William shut his eyes, a small smile on his face. Bliss.

The bed shifted slightly and an arm draped over the young vampire’s shoulder as a hand came to rest in his soft brown locks. A nose pressed against his scalp, nuzzling; a rumble vibrating from within his Sire’s chest. It felt good, sending waves of comfort through him. William nuzzled into Angelus’ chest, feeling his own contented purr sounding from within.

“Mmm,” Angelus moaned. “You are a precious thing indeed my William.”

The younger vampire said nothing, enjoying the blanket of dark with his Sire, and Angelus pressed his lips gently against the boy's. William squeezed his Sire a little tighter and the soft kiss lingered, both vampires savoring the quiet moment.

“So are ye fine now lad? No more tears and harsh words?” Angelus spoke softly, gently easing his hold on his childe. William said nothing in response, and the elder vampire sighed, an exasperated breath of air. He could feel the slight trembling in his childe’s body. No more little purrs, no soft moans, but there was however, more squeezing. The boy was so fragile, body and mind, and Angelus had to wonder what sort of divine being would bless him with such a creature.

He kissed William’s head softly again and spoke. “Boy…”

“I’m sorry Sire,” William interrupted, voice shaky.

Angelus sighed again. “And what is it you’d be sorry for boy?”

“For… for… I can’t Sire, I can’t!”

“Sure you can boy, just open those pretty lips of yours and let the words come.”

William shifted in his sire’s grasp, loosening Angelus’ hold on him so that he could look his sire in the eyes while addressing him. Only, it was dark - too dark. And he couldn’t even make out the space inches from his face let alone see Angelus’. His head fell on the broad chest, once again resting but his limbs no longer clinging. Every part of him was nearly trembling. He felt the hand of Angelus come once again to play his hair, like a fine fabric being laced through adoring fingers.

“Do I get an apology boy? A simple I’m sorry will do… William?” Angelus’ voice was firm, commanding attention from his boy.

“I’m sorry Sire, I can’t - because, I’m not.” William spoke up, nervous.

“And why not?”

“Because you called me a woman, and I’m not. I’m not a bloody woman, so don‘t call me that!” The young vampire's voice was filled with a twinge of hurt.

Angelus sighed deeply, but otherwise did not react. He needed a moment of thought, a bit of clarity. William had taken his words far too seriously, and if the boy had been paying attention he’d have realized that the exact words were ‘like a woman’. That was far from ‘you are a woman’. Oh well, he felt an inner sigh, one of great defeat.

When the last few hours had played over in his head he realized things probably could have gone a bit differently. But the scene he had walked in on was one of great confusion… for him at least. He’d have thought the boy would have been happy to see him. After all he’d been gone for weeks, out gallivanting and otherwise having the grandest of times with Darla in France.

But even he had to admit that after the first couple of weeks things had become a bit tiresome, and for the rest of his stay he pined for nothing more than to be back home with his youngest. So, far be it for him to expect open arms and a smiling face. Instead he had walked in on a dimly lit room offering nothing more than a sobbing childe with his head buried deep in a pillow. He’d gone the gentle route, shutting the door so as to give them privacy; and slowly he had walked up to the bed and sat beside William.

The only thought traveling through his mind had been poor boy… his boy. The lad had not been turned but a few weeks and he, the Sire, had had to leave on such short notice. But such is the call of Darla, one he had to obey. He’d given William somewhat of a warning, telling him that there were other obligations that needed taking care of. And honestly, he’d thought it worked. William said nothing at the time. But the scene on the bed, tears and sobs, had revealed something different.

First his hand came up to pet the boys head, gently rubbing his fingers through the long curls - loving the feel. William had looked up then, eyes watering and puffy from so many tears. His boy looked glorious in the soft golden light; blue of beautiful round orbs showing clearly, one of his many defining features. Angelus remembered leaning down and kissing the hurt away. His lips had pressed several times lightly over William’s eyelids. For the most part it had seemed to work. His childe had even purred. But once the words, “You’re so fragile, like a woman you are my William,” had passed his lips, all gentleness had faded away. It was a blur, and not even he could recall everything. But his childe had let his full demon guise come to the surface, and they soon had begun wrestling for dominance on top the mattress. All the while William was screaming, yelling about what a fucker Angelus was, how the elder vampire should take his words back.

Angelus wasn’t quite sure when fighting had become fucking. But it had. Then again, fighting probably wasn’t the word for it. He’d let William hit him a few times before he pinned the boy to the bed and started ravishing his smooth, still virgin-like body. And still he couldn’t understand why his boy had acted in such a way.

Returning to himself, Angelus let out yet another sigh. He pulled William into his arms and elevated the young vampire's face up to his, kissing the boys lush lips feverously.

“You’re not a woman lad, far from it. I hold ye in high regard and would never think of you in such a light me boy. But understand it hurts me when you attack me so vehemently and better yet without purpose. Your words were hard William, did ye really think I deserved them?”

William’s eyes closed in shame. He was well aware Angelus could see him, even in the dark, and he couldn’t bear staring him in the eyes - even if he wasn’t technically staring. Slowly he pressed his lips against Angelus’, offering penance.

“I’m sorry Sire,” he spoke softly, breath grazing Angelus’ skin, creating a soft tingle. “I’ll never do it again. I promise… I’ll never attack you Sire, never again.”

Angelus initiated the next kiss. “Then why’d you do it boy?” There was no response at first, and the fact that William tensed in his grasp was a sign his Childe was finding it difficult to find the words. But Angelus prodded. “Answer me now William!”

“Because,” the young vampire croaked. “Because,” he repeated again, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. “You, you… you left me Angelus. And you said you wouldn’t. You fucking said you’d stay and teach me, that you’d be around. And you bloody left me!”

When the first tear dropped upon his skin Angelus pulled William’s head down to his chest. More tears fell, swiftly and without signs of slowing. “Did Dru not keep ye company? Did she not protect you William?” he spoke suddenly, worry in his voice.

William only shook his head again his Sire’s comforting flesh. “It’s not that Sire, really. Drusilla, she’s superb, more stunning and dark than anyone could hope for. But…”

“She’s not me,” the older vampire nodded, understanding immediately.

“Yes, she’s not you. No one is or can ever come close,” the younger vampire confessed. “And, and, it makes me so angry inside. Knowing that at any moment you can leave me, and you have the power to crush me. Why? Why do you have such power over me?” the voice came out soft, nearly silent in the dark air - a plea for some type of answer.

Angelus merely smiled. “It’s because ye are mine boy. I made you and therefore can break you.” The body in his arms stiffened once again, but Angelus went on. “But ye must understand my boy that I wish not to break you. All I ask is obedience, that you listen and obey and there’d be no need for conflict. It’s why your words cut so deep my boy. I wish to keep ye but I can’t abide insolence, there’s a punishment. And you’d seek to push me by challenging me. Why William, why do you wish to challenge me?”

William‘s voice became that of panic. “No Sire, never. I don’t wish to challenge you.”

“Then why’d you attack.”

“Because, because… you called me a woman, insulted me. I’ve missed you for so long, an eternities worth, and the first thing that spills from your mouth is an insult. Sire, I wanted… I don’t know - a sorry.”

Angelus’ embrace became firmer, tighter. “I am sorry lad. I’ll never insult ye that way again. I offer ye my word.”

“Promise Sire?”

“'Tis a promise William.”

“You’ll never leave me? You’ll always come back?”

“That you can be sure of,” lips arching into a wide grin, Angelus pulled William’s lips to his own with great force. His tongue sought entry into the young vampire's mouth, and his Childe was more than happy to comply.

He could feel the light weight of sleep coming down upon him - the tiresome day making him drowsy. Settling William back against his chest the elder vampire pulled a sheet over their joined bodies. With a light kiss to brown locks he closed his eyes and whispered:

“You’ll always be mine, in this and every other life.”
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--Present--

“Master… master…” the crying sobs echoed through the room, repeated in a steady moan over and over.

Dawn fell to the floor with a thump as Angel released her. The vampire moved quickly, the floor echoing under his feet and immediately he was on the mattress, scooping his childe up into his arms.

The small body shivered in anguish, each moan piercing Angel’s heart until he felt tears in his eyes. The elder vampire bit into his wrist with sharp fangs, completely uncaring of current company, and pushed his bleeding wrist to Spike’s lips. His childe would not take the offer, soft lips quivering over bleeding flesh.
Angel pulled Spike’s head to his chest and kissed his forehead. “Always my boy,” he whispered as tears drowned his vision.
~TBC~