The Sweetest Taboo

Chapter 5

Angel and William stood there staring at each other, neither backing down, neither giving up. William was convinced that he could make a clean break from Ethan and Angel was convinced that William couldn't.

"Where will you go?” Angel asked, chasing the silence away.

"Don't know yet, do I?” Spike said, leaning on a nearby rail. Somehow, this had gotten way off topic. He had wanted to apologize for Drusilla, tell Angel...tell Angel something, anything. Instead, he ended up divulging something that was meant to be a secret. Really, no one was supposed to know he was leaving Ethan. Now Angel knew.

"You know you can't tell him, right?"

Angel looked over at William. Did the boy actually think he'd go to Ethan, let him know he was planning on leaving? He could never...would never do something like that. He felt anyone was better off without Ethan in their lives. Angel knew just what a bastard he could be.

"I can't believe you just asked me that, William," Angel said softly. "I would never."

They both knew they were avoiding the subject of Drusilla. It seemed easier that way; to think it never happened, to play it off as nothing more than a fluke perhaps.

"Thanks mate," Spike said, tossing his cigarette. He looked over at Angel who was still staring out at the expanse of lawn. Already, after just a glance, Spike could feel himself drawn to the older man. He spoke of power and pain, hurt and comfort, things not easily found, things Spike needed. There was even a feeling of love, though Spike didn't ponder that for too long.

Nodding, Angel stood up. What was next? He didn't know, but he knew he couldn't let William go. Not to face Ethan at least. If nothing else, he would help William break away from Ethan, make it at least an easier break from the monster. After that, William's fate was his own. Angel wouldn't interfere, wouldn't make William choose. If the boy came to him...well, best not to think on that. He didn't want to get his hopes up.

Walking up to William, Angel stood in front of him, looking into the blue depths that always seemed guarded and sharp, as if his eyes had edges to cut, and they did. They cut Angel deep, left him wounded because leaving Ethan meant leaving him...and the boy didn't realize it, or did and didn't want to tell Angel it was over. Without another word, Angel turned and walked into the house, leaving William on the porch.

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The number stared back at Angel, mocking him, calling him weak for not picking up the phone. At least, that's the way it seemed to Angel. He had come into his study, sat down, and pulled Ethan's number out to call him.

Words. They were the problem. With Ethan, you needed the right words in the right combination or else the time bomb went off and would take part of you with it. Finesse was needed to help William, not a bomb. Though, the thought of bombing Ethan did have its appeal. It would certainly solve many of the problems that would arise from William leaving Ethan, but no Angel couldn't kill in cold blood. He could barely lie, even the little white ones. That lesson too had been made perfectly clear by his stepfather.

Taking a deep breath, Angel dialed the number and listened as it rang, his fingers of his other hand tapped nervously on the desk in front of him. After the tenth ring he was about to hang up with Ethan's familiar voice traveled over the line.

"Hello?"

"50,000 pounds for the boy," Angel said. His eyes rolled as he heard Ethan laugh.

"What, no hello, no nice to talk to you again Ethan? I must say, Angel, you'd think you didn't like me," Ethan said.

"Hello Ethan. 50,000 pounds for the boy," he said again. Angel didn't want to be on the phone longer then he had to. Already the sound of Ethan's voice was putting him on edge. He wished for one of William's cigarettes right then, anything to take the edge off. Spotting the crystal under the window, Angel got up and poured himself a glass, waiting for Ethan to answer. Was it a good sign he was taking his time in answering Angel? No, it was never that simple with Ethan. He was more likely to be thinking of a way to twist Angel up inside.

"Why this one, Angel? I've got other boys, you know, younger boys. Take your pick of them, but Spike is mine," Ethan said.

"I don't want your other boys. I thought I made myself clear," Angel said, downing half the glass in one harsh swallow. He'd be drunk by the time he got off the phone. Might not be a bad idea to speed that up. He topped off his

"Perfectly, which is why I'm loathe to give him to you, Angel. Well, that and he is the best of my boys. However, you should know...that mouth. He does know what he's doing, doesn't he."

Angel had no response to that. He couldn't tell Ethan that no, he didn't know about William's mouth, nor anything other than those lips and hands, and even those from a distance. That would only fuel Ethan on.

"He's mine now Ethan. I'll take him, keep him since you won't take my money," Angel said and hung up the phone.

That had been the right decision, Angel was sure of it. Then, why were his hands shaking and why did he need another drink? Because, he'd just incurred Ethan's wrath. He'd have to get William out, and soon. There was no time to spare. It could be hours or days before Ethan showed up to get his boy, but Ethan would come and he wouldn't be happy. If they were lucky, Ethan would think Angel to be joking and wait until William was due back on Monday morning.

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"The light of day burns away all the things that crawl in the night leaving everything pure, but it's not pure, is it, Pet," Drusilla said, walking, or more dancing, onto the patio.

Spike had stayed after Angel walked off, thinking, smoking, trying to figure things out. There were times when Spike thought that maybe, just maybe Angel would touch him, show some interest other then just...watching him. But, he was sure he'd messed all that up when Drusilla had taken her part of him.

Looking up, Spike groaned. He so didn't want to talk to Drusilla right then. She was part of the reason he was so messed up.

"If you don't mind, Luv, was tryin' to enjoy the sunrise for a bit by myself," Spike said, not turning to look at her. He'd seen more then enough of her earlier that night.

"I didn't sing to you and now you're cross with me," Drusilla said, a small whimper trailing her words. She came to stand next to him. She lifted her hand, let it hover just over his cheek, and closed her eyes. "Ring, ring, goes the bell. The dark raven sings to the hawk, but he doesn't listen. Want's to keep the bluebird to himself. There'll be squalling 'fore long, fights in flight and feathers left to fall alone to the ground."

Her hand fell back to her side and she opened her eyes. Spike hadn't a clue what she was talking about. Birds? What did birds have to do with Angel?

"Ri-ight," Spike said, lighting up another cigarette. He wished she'd leave so he could sulk in peace. Not that he was sulking, more...contemplating, thinking things over. He still hadn't figured out a way to break off from Ethan that wouldn't get him killed or leave him homeless.

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Placing a few more calls to some 'friends' that owed him, Angel was able to procure a small apartment out of London. It was actually owned by a business partner that had fallen to some hard times. The money Angel was paying him to house William would clear up much of the debts.

After his fourth glass of Scotch, Angel got up, albeit a bit unsteadily, confident that he'd thought through everything, and headed up to his room. It'd been almost twenty-four hours since he'd slept and he could feel each minute on the long walk to his bed. The hardest thing of all would be telling William he had to leave. Hopefully, the boy would understand.

Toeing off his shoes, Angel slowly stripped, leaving his clothes in a trail as he walked to his bed. He had barely enough energy to pull back the covers before he collapsed...dead asleep.

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A tight knot formed in Spike's belly as he slowly opened the door to Angel's room. He hadn't thought about what he was going to do, he'd just done it. So many times Angel had gone into the room he stayed in while he was there, so many times Spike woke up to the perfect vision of Angel holding himself, pumping slowly, lids half closed in pleasure. He wondered why the first time, but never really gave it much thought other than idle musings. Now, however, he would be the one watching, waiting with cock in hand for Angel to open his eyes and see him.

He'd thought for a long while after Drusilla had left him on the patio. He wanted Angel. There was something about the older man, that quiet way he had about him, the way he always seemed to leave Spike wanting for more. Well, if Angel wouldn't give more, Spike would take it. The worst that could happen...well, he didn't want to think about the worst.

Spike stopped his movement when he heard Angel move in the bed just a few feet in front of him. When he was sure Angel was asleep, Spike crept forward. He'd taken his shoes and shirt off in his room when he'd grabbed the lube from his night sack. Setting the lube on the nightstand next to the bed, Spike slipped out of his pants.

Just the sight of Angel, sprawled out, one hand tossed above his head, the covers barely covering below his waist, one leg outside the covers...he had to stifle a groan. His lips begged to touch that skin, wanted to taste it between his teeth.

Carefully, Spike lay on the bed, holding his breath each time a whisper escaped Angel's lips. He was used to fucking, being fucked, but seducing; making someone want him...that wasn't Spike's strong suit. He didn't know where to begin, didn't even know what Angel liked, what he didn't like. He had a feeling, however, that even Angel didn't know.

Spike was fully erect as he lay on his side, looking at Angel. With his free hand, he grabbed his cock and began to slowly pump it, paying special attention to the head. What he wanted was to touch Angel, have Angel touch him in return. How bad could it be, or how mad would Angel get? He decided to find out.

Leaning forward, Spike captured Angel's nipple with his lips, licking it as it hardened. He could hear Angel's breath coming in small pants and smiled to himself. Next, he let his other hand roam over the large expanse of Angel's chest, marveling in the feel of it under his hand. Next, he moved his leg, hooking over Angel's and rubbed himself into Angel's hip as his mouth traveled to Angel's throat and then his lips.

Spike hadn't even noticed that Angel was kissing back until one strong arm had him around the waist. He pulled back quickly and looked into Angel's eyes. He'd been caught and his heart seemed to have lodged itself in his throat.

"William," Angel said, trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from his mind. He'd been having a wonderful dream, full of his boy, only to wake up to William practically atop him, kissing and touching him.

Spike tried to back away, unsure what the blank _expression on Angel's face meant, taking it as disapproval. Angel's arm tightened around Spike and he looked back.

"Stay," Angel said softly. If it was a dream, then he wanted it to finish. He wanted to know, if only once, what his boy felt like under him, wanted to know every inch of him.

"Okay," Spike said, lunging for Angel's mouth. That simple word, spoken in the early light of dawn meant more to Spike then every other word Angel had ever spoken to him. It was a confirmation of sorts in Spike's mind.

They kissed hungrily as if starved, and they were, starved for each other at least. They'd denied themselves the feel of the other. Now, it was a free for all.

Quickly, Angel pulled Spike fully atop him, thrusting up into William. The feel of flesh sliding against flesh made Angel groan. He'd denied himself that contact, kept it just out of arms reach, and now he understood what his sub-conscious had been trying to tell him. Just the feel of his boy like that and Angel knew without a doubt that he would crave it every night after.

Spike broke from the kiss, trailing tongue and lips down Angel's body as he watched the older man fist his hand in the sheets, clawing for the bed. He stopped at the erection that was now his focus. Taking it in hand, Spike darted his tongue out, gathering the pre-come that leaked from the tip. He smiled to himself as Angel groaned again.

"Please, William," Angel said on a sigh. His boy was torturing him...in the best possible way, but he wanted more. Craved more like William was a drug.

"Shh, Pet. Plenty of time to make you feel good," Spike said, letting his hand trail up and down Angel's shaft, stopping at the tip to dip his nail in the small hole. That brought a strangled gasp from Angel and Spike smiled again.

Finally, Spike dipped his head down to take in Angel's cock. Slowly he let his tongue swirl around the thick hardness in his mouth, making sure to feel every bit of the silky skin. He began to bob his head, sucking, and feeling, pumping what he couldn't fit into his mouth with his hand.

Angel was beside himself with the feel of it. His boy was good, he knew from rumors, but...it went beyond good to the best thing Angel had ever felt. Neither Ethan nor Rupert had ever given him a blowjob and his hand couldn't compare. He opened his eyes when William's mouth had left him. William was reaching to the nightstand and grabbing something.

"What do you want, Angel?” Spike asked, showing off the tube of lube. He smiled as Angel's shocked expression. It was apparently a night for surprises and Spike was glad he was the one to give them.

"You, want you," Angel said. It had been a silly question. Of course he wanted William. Didn't the boy know that?

"Got me, Luv," Spike said, putting the lube in Angel's hand. "Slick me up, yeah? Wanna feel you inside of me, fillin' me up."

It seemed those were the words that caused Angel's mind to shut down and his jaw to drop, as if they were the 'stop button' to his brain. Finally, he shook it off and sat up, popping the lube open and putting some on his fingers. He'd had this done to him, the preparation, the lube, but he'd never done it to anyone else. It couldn't be that hard, could it? However, Angel's mouth when dry when he saw the back end of William positioned in the air in front of him.

"Come on, Luv," Spike said, looking over his shoulder and wriggling his arse. "Want you inside."

Taking one slickened finger, Angel trailed it between William's arse cheeks, feeling for the pucker he knew to be hidden within. No sooner did he find then William was pushing back, a soft moan coming from him.

"More," Spike said, pushing harder on Angel's finger. Just the sensation of Angel's finger buried in him made him crave for more, made him want to beg for it to be Angel's cock.

With his free hand, Angel spread one of William's cheeks and moved his finger inside of his boy. He could tell his boy had cleaned himself, prepared himself. He wondered how long William had been planning this, but right then, it didn't matter. He was preoccupied with reaching into William, trying to find the spot he knew was hidden deep inside. Finding the nub, Angel ran his finger over it and the jerk of Spike's body and the quick gasp let him know he'd found it. Backing off, Angel inserted another finger and reached for it again.

By the time Angel had three fingers in his boy, William was practically fucking himself on Angel's fingers.

Spike groaned in protest when Angel removed his fingers. He heard a drawer open then closed and looked over his shoulder to see what was going on. He watched as Angel placed a condom on, wishing Angel had asked him to do it for him.

"Turn around and come here," Angel said. He slid down so he wasn't sitting upright and pulled William to him, making sure he was comfortable. Grabbing his boy by the back of the head, Angel brought him down for a demanding kiss, sucking on his lips and battling with his tongue.

Breaking off the kiss, Spike positioned himself over Angel, and sank down, letting gravity do its work. They both moaned loudly at the sensation, but Spike couldn't wait. He raised himself up and sank back down, angling himself so it felt the best.

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"It's about time, isn't it Miss Edith," Drusilla said to the doll. She covered the doll's eyes with a blindfold and walked back to her room, leaving Angel and Spike to finish.