La Belle Epoque
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Angel the Series › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,053
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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La Belle Epoque 1
La Belle Epoque #1
"How high we are!" Drusilla laughed up at the magical sky. "The stars are so pleased to see us!"
"I'm sure they are, dear." Darla shifted her position a little to better see the city laid about before them. A beautiful sight. How she had craved this place, with its colourful, gay, succulent inhabitants. "He wouldn't come to Paris for me" she muttered darkly. "But when your simpleton suggests it, there's no holding him back!"
"Willie loves Dady. Daddy loves Willie…"
Darla cast a sharp glance at Drusilla but bit back a scathing retort.
"Daddy loves me, I love Daddy" Dru continued in a happy, sing-song voice. "Willie loves me, I love…"
Oh really, this was intolerable! The girl's mad prattling was driving her to distraction; enough was enough! "Shut up!" she snapped. "No-one loves anyone. It's not in our nature." But pride and jealousy were, it seemed. "Love is a weakness!"
"But..." Dru began to whimper.
"Hush, I want to hear them!" Leaning out from the latticework of the tower, Darla craned to listen to the chatter of the figures standing hundreds of feet below them.
"Il est monstrueux!" declared a bystander, to murmurs of agreement from his friends. "Laid et inutile!"
William gave a half-smile at the Frenchman's indignation and pressed back against Angelus, one hand slowly stroking against his companion's crotch. "Oh I don't know" he remarked. "I think it is a magnificent… erection." Squeezing hard, he kept his tone conversational. "Don't you?"
"Oh, I do!" Angelus agreed with a laugh, grabbing at William's hair, pulling his head to one side, exposing his neck; all mock growls and bites.
The little group close by them looked on askance; began to edge away from the couple.
"And such a magnificent erection should be climbed" Angelus declared, clutching at William's wrist and dragging him into the shadows of the tower. Slamming him up against the girders of one of its iron feet, he kissed him roughly, rubbed against him; growls less playful, more urgent now.
William began to laugh; that maddening, reckless, defiant laugh that irritated Angelus so much. And yet aroused him, too. "But we have somewhere else to be, remember? Wild, beautiful havoc to wreak!"
Angelus narrowed his eyes, unaccustomed to being denied, and increased his pressure. "I will have you, you little cock-tease!"
"That you will!" William agreed earnestly. "I'm as hard for you as you for me. You can feel that." Grinding his groin against him to prove the point. "But you'll love this place, I swear. I can't wait to share it with you."
"Then I'll take you after, and it will go all the worse for you, for making me wait!"
"No!" William's gaze was intense. "No, take me during! Fuck me senseless in the midst of it all. It'll lend the bloodbath an extra…" He hesitated, searching for the right word. "…frisson."
Angelus shivered, imagination racing. The boy could be right! He took a step back, regarding him keenly. "You've painted quite a picture. Let's hope it lives up to its promise."
"It will. I will" he vowed. He swallowed hard, maintained eye contact. "I'd rather die than disappoint you."
Angelus blinked. The lad was full of surprises. "I believe you would" he said quietly, reaching out to stroke William's cheek, allowing the boy to press his lips to his palm in a soft kiss. They stood this way for three seconds, maybe four, before Angelus shook himself and added more gruffly "Then let's waste no more time."
As they strode out from beneath the tower, Angelus looked up, opened his arms, not caring who might see, so powerful did he feel. "Ladies!" he called. "Montmartre awaits!"
Darla forced the stony expression from her face, gave a tight smile, and stepped out into the air, plummeting down into his outstretched arms. Angelus barely staggered beneath her weight as he caught her and held on tight. "Enjoy the view, darlin'?"
"Fascinating" she replied, smoothing her dress as he carefully set her down. "Quite fascinating."
Drusilla still clung to the iron girder, dizzying as she looked down on the tiny figure of William below, her mind assaulted by images of rain and smoke and blood; distressing images. He was meant to be her brave knight, slaying dragons for her sake, not Daddy's. Or the dirty, unclean man wearing Daddy's face…
"Come to me, sweetheart, we're going dancing!" William called, oblivious to her visions, as she plunged, screaming, into his embrace.
TBC
"How high we are!" Drusilla laughed up at the magical sky. "The stars are so pleased to see us!"
"I'm sure they are, dear." Darla shifted her position a little to better see the city laid about before them. A beautiful sight. How she had craved this place, with its colourful, gay, succulent inhabitants. "He wouldn't come to Paris for me" she muttered darkly. "But when your simpleton suggests it, there's no holding him back!"
"Willie loves Dady. Daddy loves Willie…"
Darla cast a sharp glance at Drusilla but bit back a scathing retort.
"Daddy loves me, I love Daddy" Dru continued in a happy, sing-song voice. "Willie loves me, I love…"
Oh really, this was intolerable! The girl's mad prattling was driving her to distraction; enough was enough! "Shut up!" she snapped. "No-one loves anyone. It's not in our nature." But pride and jealousy were, it seemed. "Love is a weakness!"
"But..." Dru began to whimper.
"Hush, I want to hear them!" Leaning out from the latticework of the tower, Darla craned to listen to the chatter of the figures standing hundreds of feet below them.
"Il est monstrueux!" declared a bystander, to murmurs of agreement from his friends. "Laid et inutile!"
William gave a half-smile at the Frenchman's indignation and pressed back against Angelus, one hand slowly stroking against his companion's crotch. "Oh I don't know" he remarked. "I think it is a magnificent… erection." Squeezing hard, he kept his tone conversational. "Don't you?"
"Oh, I do!" Angelus agreed with a laugh, grabbing at William's hair, pulling his head to one side, exposing his neck; all mock growls and bites.
The little group close by them looked on askance; began to edge away from the couple.
"And such a magnificent erection should be climbed" Angelus declared, clutching at William's wrist and dragging him into the shadows of the tower. Slamming him up against the girders of one of its iron feet, he kissed him roughly, rubbed against him; growls less playful, more urgent now.
William began to laugh; that maddening, reckless, defiant laugh that irritated Angelus so much. And yet aroused him, too. "But we have somewhere else to be, remember? Wild, beautiful havoc to wreak!"
Angelus narrowed his eyes, unaccustomed to being denied, and increased his pressure. "I will have you, you little cock-tease!"
"That you will!" William agreed earnestly. "I'm as hard for you as you for me. You can feel that." Grinding his groin against him to prove the point. "But you'll love this place, I swear. I can't wait to share it with you."
"Then I'll take you after, and it will go all the worse for you, for making me wait!"
"No!" William's gaze was intense. "No, take me during! Fuck me senseless in the midst of it all. It'll lend the bloodbath an extra…" He hesitated, searching for the right word. "…frisson."
Angelus shivered, imagination racing. The boy could be right! He took a step back, regarding him keenly. "You've painted quite a picture. Let's hope it lives up to its promise."
"It will. I will" he vowed. He swallowed hard, maintained eye contact. "I'd rather die than disappoint you."
Angelus blinked. The lad was full of surprises. "I believe you would" he said quietly, reaching out to stroke William's cheek, allowing the boy to press his lips to his palm in a soft kiss. They stood this way for three seconds, maybe four, before Angelus shook himself and added more gruffly "Then let's waste no more time."
As they strode out from beneath the tower, Angelus looked up, opened his arms, not caring who might see, so powerful did he feel. "Ladies!" he called. "Montmartre awaits!"
Darla forced the stony expression from her face, gave a tight smile, and stepped out into the air, plummeting down into his outstretched arms. Angelus barely staggered beneath her weight as he caught her and held on tight. "Enjoy the view, darlin'?"
"Fascinating" she replied, smoothing her dress as he carefully set her down. "Quite fascinating."
Drusilla still clung to the iron girder, dizzying as she looked down on the tiny figure of William below, her mind assaulted by images of rain and smoke and blood; distressing images. He was meant to be her brave knight, slaying dragons for her sake, not Daddy's. Or the dirty, unclean man wearing Daddy's face…
"Come to me, sweetheart, we're going dancing!" William called, oblivious to her visions, as she plunged, screaming, into his embrace.
TBC