Punishment

Summary: [A/W slash] William has been very bad and done something he was told not to do… so of course Angelus is going to punish him.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon, etc. I only own the plot! No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


Author: DanishGirl

A/N: After discovering the new (at least to me) pairing, Angel/Spike which is also Angelus/William, my fingers itched to write something with one of those parings. I chose Angelus/William this time, but do not worry your little pretty heads, because I will eventually write an Angel/Spike fanfiction as well. I love to write Alternative Universe (AU) fanfictions, because then I can do whatever I want, write whatever I want, and end it however I want… ^_^

Rating: R

Pairing(s): Angelus/William

Warnings: Slash (male/male), sexual innuendoes… etc.!

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PUNISHMENT

London 1880:

William watched as Angelus walked around the room with an angry yet concerned look plastered on his face. William, who was sitting on the bed, looked at his nails not really paying attention to his Sire, well, he wasn’t his real Sire. His real Sire had been Drusilla, but after she had turned him she forgot about him, becoming interested in the stars that were speaking to her. Therefore Angelus had taken over his training, as if he was his own childe.

The room was silent, and though William hated to admit it, he was getting a bit scared of this deadly silence. He looked up and found his Sire leaning up the wall in a casual manner, eyes gleaming with malice.

“William, William… Whatever shall I do with you?” asked his Sire, Angelus.

William opened his mouth, a cheeky remark ready, but he was cut of by Angelus who was hushing him.

“Be quiet boy! As if you would really get a chance to decide what will happen… what your punishment shall be,” sneered Angelus, emphasizing the word ‘punishment’.

William shivered by his Sire’s words, causing Angelus to smirk while shaking his head ever so softly.

“But-” started William, but never got the chance to finish. The malicious look he had received from Angelus made him quiet, not daring to continue his excuse.

“Spare me from your pitiful excuses! I don’t care, and it won’t change your punishment!”

William bowed his head in defeat, and silently regretted his ‘little’ massacre down in the village. If only he had stick to ‘rules’ and waited for his Sire, like all the newly turned vampires should, then he wouldn’t be in this position – waiting for his Sire to punish him.

Angelus beckoned him closer, so he leisurely stood, looking suspiciously at the older vampire. Then, slowly, he started to walk towards the dark-haired vampire, who was now standing in the middle of the room. When he was about one meter away Angelus stopped him by lifting his hands.

“Good boy,” said Angelus, grinning. “Now, take off your shirt.”

William did as told, and pulled the white shirt over his head. When he had folded the white shirt neatly, just the way Angelus wanted it; he turned his attention back to the other vampire.

“Get over here boy!” said the vampire with a face of a cherub, smirking.

William wavered, and then took a step forward. He followed his Sire with his eyes, watching the dark-haired man walking around the room.

‘He’s just trying to make me nervous,’ thought William, and he had to admit that it was working. If it wasn’t because he knew that he was the older vampire’s favourite childe, then he would have gone down on his knees and begged for his life, well… unlife, or whatever you called a living-dead. He knew that no matter how bad the punishment would be he would still be alive tomorrow.

“Are you not afraid of me?” whispered Angelus, his hot breath caressing the blonde’s neck.

“N-no,” stammered William, his voice nearly breaking. Okay, so maybe his theory about being alive the day after was not that good. Angelus’ whisper made him anxious, and he shivered slightly.

“No need to lie to me boy, I can smell your fear. It’s all over you.”

He really wanted to protest, but alas, he savoured his life too much to do so.

Angelus reached out, his fingers faintly touching William’s pale chest. William gasped of the feeling, trying to restrain himself as to not lean into the touch. He wanted more, he needed more… he craved more. The feeling that Angelus cold fingers caused against his own cold skin, made him shiver yet it felt like it was burning hot. He sighed.

“Sire…” he murmured, almost purring with delight when one of Angelus fingers touched his nipple.

::SMACK::

Angelus hit him across the face, leaving a red mark on the pale and pointy face.

“You have not been granted the permission to speak!”

William bowed his head, ashamed. Not only had he showed his Sire that he would be submissive, he had also broken one of Angelus’ rules. Never speak until spoken to, or been granted the permission to speak.

William had yet to learn all the rules. He had only been turn a year or so ago, making him nothing more than a young childe, wanting to investigate everything he could.

“How long have you known me?” asked Angelus, crooking an eyebrow, waiting for the younger vampire to reply his question.

William closed his eyes, forcing himself to re-live the day he had met Angelus for the first time. It had been… 3 months ago since he had met Angelus for the first time. They – Drusilla and him – had been travelling around England when Drusilla suddenly had informed him that he was to meet his ‘Daddy’, as she liked to call Angelus, soon. The Royal London Hotel was the place where he should see his grand-daddy for the first time. Angelus had challenged him; he had put his hand into the light, waiting for William to make a move. William, who was still slightly shocked by the fact that Drusilla had a daddy, took the challenge and put his left hand in the light as well. That had made Angelus laugh, and he was soon after one of Angelus’ favourites. Drusilla had forgotten all about him, so Angelus had promised to look after him and for that, William had been most grateful for the offer the older vampire gave him.

“3 months,” said William, in a hush voice, not sure if he was meant to answer that.

“3 months you say, huh? Well, then prey tell, why haven’t you learned the rules by ‘heart’ yet?” asked Angelus, in a growling voice. The cold hand on William’s chest moved, now resting on his shoulder, very close to the white neck that was exposed.

“I’m sorry Sire, I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, well, sorry is not good enough this time. You will be punished. One might say that you enjoy taunting me with your silly and stupid quests.”

The hand moved again, forcefully grabbing the back of Williams head, holding onto the blonde hair in a powerful grip. The blonde’s head was twisted to the side, exposing his pale neck even more than before. Angelus changed his face, letting the fangs lightly scrape against the skin. William moaned, and then Angelus sunk his teeth into him, drinking from his childe. William’s knees buckled, and he would have been on the floor now if Angelus hadn’t been holding him steady.

“Hmm… 50 with the whip and 50 with the paddle,” said Angelus, whipping his now human face with a beautiful handkerchief. "Isn't this just so exciting! Your very first punishment!" said Angelus, looking smugly at the blonde vampire.

William’s eyes widen, his body slightly shaking with fear.

“No Sire, please,” he begged, but Angelus just pushed him away.

“Say one more word and I’ll double the punishment!”

William closed his mouth.

“Well now, you actually get to decide one thing! Lying on the bed, or bending over the chair?” asked Angelus, smirking.

William looked at his Sire surprised, not expecting a choice at all. He looked at the bed, and then at the chair. He pointed at the bed, not daring to speak again.

“Excellent choice my love,” said the older vampire, petting the blonde’s hair a few times before pushing him towards the bed.

William walked slowly towards the bed and laid on it, with the front downwards.

“That’s my boy,” said Angelus, clearly mocking the younger vampire. Angelus walked closer, and William could feel the extra weight on the bed.

The vampire with the angelic face crawled closer, and was now sitting on his back, leaning downwards, “Now,” whispered the older vampire, his hot breath caressing William’s neck, “Be a good boy and count the whacks, will yah?”

William nodded, not sure what else to do.

Angelus started to crawl off him, but changed his mind and leaned down to the blonde’s ear again, then he said in a hush voice, “and if you miscount, then I’ll begin all over again, isn’t that just fun?”

William whimpered.

“Let’s start with the whip, shall we?” said Angelus, not really asking. “Count for me my precious!”

::WHACK::

“One.”

Why? What had he done to deserve this treatment? Oh yeah, he had killed a whole village, but he had done that to make his Sire proud, not angry!

::WHACK::

“Two.”

::WHACK::

“Three.”

The whip hit his back over and over, and William couldn’t help but cry. The tears ran down his cheeks, soaking the pillow underneath his damp face.

A couple of minutes later…

::WHACK::

“Forty!”

“Hmm… Think I’ll go to the paddle now. Your back obviously needs a rest before I can continue.”

William sighed. Only forty? What about the last ten? He decided not to think about them, hoping that his Sire had changed his mind.

“Pull down your pants,” said the dark-haired vampire. William tried to pull them down, but the cuts on his back made this impossible to do without crying out in pain. Angelus leaned forward and slowly removed the pants for his childe, letting his hand trail over the white skin.

::THWACK::

“I can’t hear you counting my love!” said Angelus, grinning.

“One!” yelled William.

::THWACK::

“Two.”

The hits came again and again, and finally they reached 49, meaning that he only had one more punch until he would be finished.

::THWACK::

“…” The smack had been so hard that William forgot how to count, his mind screaming with pain.

“What was that luv? You forgot to count. I guess I’ll have to start ov-”

“Fifty!” said William, sobbing.

“Hmm… Okay, lets say you made it in time, but only because I love you.” Angelus laughed. “Roll over my boy.”

William looked back over his shoulder, looking at the older vampire suspiciously before he rolled over, now lying on his bleeding back. He whimpered in pain, arching his back upwards so he wouldn’t have to lay on it.

“Nah my boy, that won’t work. You still have ten with the whip left.”

William’s eyes widen. He looked terrified at his Sire.

::SMACK::

The whip danced over his upper body, hitting him on his stomach, nipples, even touching his neck one time. William didn’t even have the time to count them before Angelus had hit him again, but the older vampire didn’t say anything, so William assumed that it was acceptable.

“And… Ten,” said Angelus when hitting William the last time. “You did very well my sweet.”

“Eh, thanks.” William sniffled and dried his eyes with the back of his hand, leaving a wet trail across his hand.

Angelus laid down upon the blonde vampire, his cold skin touching the burning marks on his childe. William hissed, and tried to wriggle his own body, which was lying underneath his Sire’s, away. Angelus curved his head, smiling seductively at William. Then he leaned forward, his lips touching his child’s. William moaned.

Angelus wasn’t rough, but he was eager, and that was evident in his kisses, which left nothing to be hinted at. Angelus wanted William. He pushed his groin down, pressing it against William’s. William, who was still without any clothes tried to remove his Sire’s shirt without loosing the heavenly body contact.

“Impatient much?” asked Angelus, laughing. William stopped his pathetic attempt of getting his Sire’s clothes to disappeared and nodded weakly.

Angelus rose a bit, pulling of his own shirt. William touched his Sire’s chest, leaning forward to kiss it, but was quickly pushed away from his Sire.

William looked at the brown-haired vampire confused.

“Nah, my sweet… Tonight I will pleasure you.”

Williams eyes widen, surprised by the words. He watched the other vampire’s movements, and hissed when Angelus slowly left a trail of kisses down his torso, touching the welts on his stomach every now and then.

“My god, you are beautiful. I love it when you squirm,” said Angelus with an amused smirk plastered on his angelic face.

William sighed. Maybe getting punishments wasn’t all that bad? After all, if Angelus would be loving and caring afterwards, then it would be worth getting a few wounds on his body… besides, vampires heals fast, and even faster when salvia is involved… Kind of like magic…

THE END


A/N: Phew… Finally finished! So, did you like it? Hate it? Review and let me know!