You And Whose Army?

You And Whose Army?

In the weeks and months since bumping into Angelus in the London night, since Drusilla had seen something wonderful within this young man and had pursued him to his death, William had been growing in confidence, strength, reckless arrogance. The early days had been traumatic, yes, but illuminating.

Then Angelus asserting his dominance over the little group; his attempts to keep William in his place by showing him that everything he thought he had was an illusion. Love eternal with Dru? Pfft, look how easily she fell into Angelus’ arms when bidden!

But William had been storing these experiences away, taking them out and scrutinising them in his quieter moments. His mother’s shocking words and actions still cut him; he didn’t care to dwell on them. So these memories were quickly locked away again, lessons yet to be learned. But Angelus… He thought he had the measure of him.

“She’s a magnificent woman” William grinned, curling his tongue to the back of his teeth and raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t want you so much as glancing in her direction!” Angelus snarled, advancing, brow dark and drawn.

“What’s the matter mate, can’t take the competition?” he snarked back. “First that Master bloke snaps his fingers and she’s off…”

Angelus struck fast and hard, backhanding William a resounding slap, the crack of which reverberated round the cavern. William’s response as he was sent reeling was maddening to the Irishman. Laughter. Strong, defiant laughter. He was up for the fight, it seemed, relishing another opportunity to test the boundaries.

“Are you a complete idiot, William?” Angelus yelled. “I should have just staked you the other day and been done with it!”

“Spike.” His lip was split, he realised; his tongue darted out to taste.

“What? Oh, don’t start on that one again!” William’s actions distracted Angelus for a split second, but then he was charging, backing him up against a gnarled wooden pit-prop.

William seemed totally unconcerned by Angelus’ show of strength and anger as he allowed the prop to take his weight and made no move to duck away or counter the assault. His blood still beaded on his full lower lip, his tongue flicking to it again. The sight was tantalising, bringing Angelus’ cock to restless life. ‘Goddamn the fecking stupid idiotic jumped-up little faker’ Angelus raged inwardly, raising his fist to teach him a better lesson. But his hand was stayed by his own body. He shifted his stance to ease the growing strain in his pants, not really knowing he was going to do it…

Until William smirked, defiance in blue eyes made dark in the dim cavern. Angelus suddenly clasped William’s head in his hands and brought out his own tongue to lap at the sweet, warm blood. And then his mouth was fastening on William’s, suckling at the cut, biting at his lower lip, forcing his tongue into his mouth.

William’s eyes grew wide, wild. Disbelieving, shocked, momentarily revolted… And then a hint of arousal as he became aware of Angelus’ erection pressing against him, hard even through their clothing. Rubbing against his own stirring cock.

“You great poof!” he yelled, violently shoving Angelus from him. “Pathetic excuse for a man. Trying to steal another bloke’s girl to make yourself feel big! And now look at you!” He began laughing again, but silently, shoulders shaking. Oh, he surely had the measure of him now, alright!

He started to turn away as his own arousal grew more evident, still amused, enjoying this new knowledge. And then Angelus was upon him again, the force of his lunge bringing them both crashing to the ground.

“You’re all talk, William!” Angelus jibed. “Blethering on about new experiences, the thrill of the unknown. But when it comes to it…” He reached between their bodies and grabbed William’s balls in his large, powerful hand. ‘You’re the pathetic one.’ But his intended put-down died on his lips. He shifted his grip. Fuck, but the lad was well hung! And growing harder by the second.

“You were saying?” William squirmed beneath the heavy Irishman, but did not attempt to escape.

“I was saying… I’m going to fuck you 'til you scream, bleed, beg for mercy!”

“Yeah? You and whose army?” William wriggled some more. And then his hands were ripping at Angelus’ shirt, his mouth fastening on his neck, knees bending and legs wrapping tightly round his grandsire’s waist.

“Young, stinking whelp!” Angelus growled, as he tore at William’s breeches. “If there’s biting to be done…” The fabric ripped. “…I’ll be the one to do it! Never forget who’s in control here. William!”

‘Whatever makes you feel better about yourself, you nancy’ William was thinking, as Angelus struggled out of his grip long enough to unbutton himself and free his erection. “It’s Spike!” he grunted, as Angelus dropped his weight down on to him again. “How many times do I have to tell you?” ‘But oh my god! This shouldn’t feel so… oh god!’ His vampire face retreated, fangs retracted.

“Shut your mouth ‘til you know how to use it properly!” Angelus snarled, trying so hard to conceal from William just how this position was affecting him. And as an afterthought, “Boy!”

“What’s the matter? Memory failing you these days?” William grinned, shifting his hips and causing their cocks to collide. “Old man…”

Angelus’ eyes flashed, dangerous, and yet… “I won’t warn you again!” he snapped, grabbing William’s wrists and pinioning them above the young vampire’s head.

William bucked beneath him, still smirking maddeningly. And then slowly ran his long purple-pink tongue over his teeth, licking up Angelus’ blood, eyes half-closing in pleasure. Delicious!

Angelus swallowed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this! A droplet from the bite wound at his neck fell onto Spike’s cheek as he loomed over him, a startling crimson against the lad’s pale skin. Exaggerating, rather than marring, his beauty. William’s cock was so hard, and yet so silky, rubbing against his own…

Subtly increasing the pressure at William’s wrists, and growling deep in the back of his throat, he stooped to slowly lap at his own blood, tongue lingering, then tentatively tracing along the line of William’s cheekbone. The quiver this provoked in William’s body felt like delicate ripples beneath Angelus, as if he were being carried along on a gentle stream; his slightly parted lips and involuntary gasp a surprisingly pleasurable accompaniment. A second or two passed, as their eyes locked; both men quietened, stilled.

And then the moment was gone.

“Is that it?” William drawled, voice now low, husky. “Have you taught me my lesson?”

Angelus narrowed his eyes. Was William really so naïve? He tried to ignore the pressure in his balls, the feeling that they were about to explode. William had to be forced to eat dirt before he could allow himself that release.

“Haven’t even begun” he retorted.

“Really?” William suddenly threw his full force behind the effort of heaving Angelus over, sideways, and amidst the frantic scramble of legs and clouds of dust being raised as they tussled, he managed to free his arms and clamber to his knees.

His shirt hung in tatters from him, face streaked with blood, hair dishevelled. And his erection standing proud and tall through torn pants. Angelus knew that he was in well nigh the same state and he had to reassert his dominance. And he had to have him. Now!

“Most definitely!” He rolled from his prone position and tackled William back to the ground, face first this time, throwing himself on top of him before William had a chance to react. Or so he thought.

Angelus couldn’t see the smug expression on William’s face as he squirmed beneath him, offering only token resistance as his grandsire tugged down his pants, just enough to expose his buttocks.

It wouldn’t have pleased him.

But the startled look in his eyes as Angelus grabbed his hair and forced his head down hard against the stony ground would have been more gratifying.

And the bewilderment on his face, followed swiftly by shock, as Angelus pried apart his buttocks with his now filthy fingers, would have been too much; would have sent him over the edge far too soon.

William really was so naïve, afterall…

“Lesson the First” Angelus almost sang in his ear. “Take it like a man.” Before cruelly ramming his cock against William’s tight sphincter. "Take it!" Without further preamble, thrusting again, harder; almost giddy with his own power and the exquisitely burning discomfort as he penetrated.

The pain was almost too much for William. Sharp, bright, shocking. *Exciting*.

He felt delicate tissue tear, smelt his own blood, struggled hard to stop himself crying out. But the strangled, prolonged groan forced from his throat seemed to arouse Angelus all the more.

William’s thoughts were chaotic, confused, as Angelus pounded into him. As the pain dulled, blood perversely easing the way, he found he couldn’t act, only react, as he was rocked by the most unexpected and, to this still relatively inexperienced young man, unbelievable sensations! His cock was harder than ever beneath him. And bewilderingly, somehow, somewhere inside, as Angelus thrust, it felt as if a mysterious spot were being repeatedly rubbed, stimulated. A button of pleasure, of warmth, of…

But then he felt Angelus’ phallus throbbing inside him, the grunt and rush of wetness signalling a climax of sorts, and all too soon he was withdrawing, rolling off him. No!

If Angelus had hoped to achieve domination, humiliation and control of his young protégé with this act of sexual aggression, he had failed. Instead, William was left frustrated, wanting more. Believing that they really could do better than that! And feeling certain that this first taste of him and his body could not, would not, be enough to satisfy Angelus, either.

He could certainly use this to his advantage…

And the opportunity to test his theory came so much sooner than he expected. As William tentatively rolled on to his side, before gingerly pushing himself up a little, he heard water splashing and glanced over to where Angelus was dousing his face.

“Thought you were teaching me a lesson” William called over to him. “But headmaster’s let me off lightly, by the looks…”

Angelus was still, but William could see his shoulder muscles tensed and bunched beneath his now filthy, torn shirt. Waiting.

“No wonder Darla keeps disappearing” he added. “No staying power, not man enough for her. I bet I could give her a good run. Her and Dru together, now wouldn’t that be something? Be surprised if they ever had time for you again!”

“I know what you’re doing, boy.” Angelus’ voice was low, dark but controlled. And yet his fists were now clenching and unclenching at his side. The torches flaming on the cavern walls guttered a little at a small breath of air; barely disturbing the thick, potent atmosphere.

“You do?” William wanted him to turn, to see him, to see how he had left him; still erect, still unsatisfied, still needing a release. “Buggered if I do!” He laughed at his own weak joke and shifted on the ground.

At William’s sharp gasp of distress as he shifted to a sitting position, Angelus half-turned, unable to stop his body reacting to the sound. Shrugging off what remained of his shirt, he dipped it in the water barrel and walked slowly back to William. The boy looked vulnerable down there; battered, bruised, scraped, bleeding. But his eyes were still challenging, his mouth defiant. Angelus’ gaze drifted down further. Really, that was too good to waste… Hunkering down in front of him, he offered William the wet shirt to clean himself up. When it wasn’t taken, he laid it to one side without comment.

Angelus leaned in closer. Silence. William watched fascinated as droplets of water meandered down a strand of Angelus’ tousled hair and plopped gently onto his own belly. Angelus, too, watched them land. Licked his lips. Said nothing. The unresolved ache in William’s balls was almost more than he could stand and in another second he would have blurted out some taunt, some insult, just to provoke the big lug into some sort of action. But Angelus broke first.

“Your nipples” he muttered, trying to sound mocking, ridiculing. Instead, voice husky. “Just like a woman’s.”

William raised an eyebrow, but held his tongue.

“Don’t make a sound, don’t struggle, don’t fight me. Or I’ll turn you into a eunuch with one bite!” So saying, Angelus moved to straddle him and to William’s astonishment bent low, giving his phallus an exploratory, full-length lick with a tongue slick with spittle. And then slowly closed his mouth around the head.

As he sucked him into his mouth, William could not help but make a sound, and slumped back down to lie beneath his grandsire. He wondered at why Angelus would do this to him, rather than demand this service himself, but gave up the puzzle as the man's tongue vibrated against his shaft.

Oh dear god! This was more like it!

And if Angelus liked it enough, maybe he wouldn’t be so keen to bed Drusilla next time…