Breaking in a New Pet

Title: Breaking in a New Pet
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Angelus breaks in Drusilla’s new pet
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: non-con, violence, angst
Pairing: Angelus/William
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I am only borrowing them from Josh Whedon and the WB.
Author’s Notes: This is my first Angel slash story, and I am not sure that I will be writing more in this fandom, but I hope you enjoy it.

Angel sat back in his leather chair ignoring the constant chattering between Wesley and Lorne, and instead turned his attention to Spike. The blonde vampire was doodling on the paper in front of him, and Angel leaned over slightly and smiled when he saw Spike’s drawing. He had drawn a picture of Wesley on fire, and Lorne coming to the rescue by dowsing the flames with water, but instead of water, he accidentally grabbed a gas can and dowsed the watcher with gasoline. With each boring word, the flames became higher, darker and more destructive.

He also noticed that Spike was sucking on his bottom lip as he drew. The innocent action brought back memories of Angelus watching William writing poetry in the early hours of the morning. Angelus would never have admitted it, but he loved William’s poetry, and he adored watching the mousy-brunette sucking on his lip in concentration. He often would sit for hours just watching his boy scowl in frustration when he couldn’t get a poem just right or hum in pleasure when the words flowed onto the paper with no effort.

It was in these rare moments alone that Angelus and William bonded as sire and childe. Drusilla was technically William’s sire, but she didn’t raise him or teach him how to be a vampire. It was Angelus who turned the sweet William into the terrifying Spike. Angelus created the monster that would later kill two Slayers without any assistance. Angel regretted the way he had trained Spike to kill with no remorse and it was still too painful to remember the way he treated the fragile William in the early days. Even more disturbing was the way he treated Spike in the present day. His childe was arrogant, sarcastic, and bitter, but he had a huge heart capable of great quantities of love and loyalty. Only a heart that large could have put up with Angelus and his cruel antics. Despite the treatment, William was always loyal to his sire, and Spike was just as loyal to Angel now.

He could still remember the night Drusilla had dragged the poor boy home, and the feeling that he would soon become his favorite childe was quickly apparent. It was the year 1880 and London was full of Victorian gentlemen like William. They were all sociable well-mannered and polite, and they were quite fashionable and well-educated. They were Drusilla’s favorite meal, and she occasionally shared her entrée with Angelus or Darla, but this one was different. Angelus could tell that this one had already become one of them that night and he couldn’t hold in the moan of arousal that came out of his mouth, when he looked into the boy’s eyes. They were filled with terror and confusion, and he found those emotions extremely intoxicating.

Drusilla dragged the boy closer to Angelus and Darla and announced, “William, I would like for you to meet Mummy and Daddy.”

William was timid and fearful of his new environment, and Angel often wondered what it must have felt like to be sired by a psychotic vampire who lived with Darla, the Bitch of Europe, and Angelus, the Scourge of Europe. There were no other beings in Europe who instilled so much fear and horror in others. Not even Ancient Rome in its bloodiest days could compete with there tortuous ways. Angelus even thought that most of their victims would have preferred crucifixion over the many ways in which the duo made them suffer. Charming William had been thrown into this bloody world without any prior knowledge of their capabilities, and Angel could only imagine the feeling of dread that he felt when Drusilla brought him home to his grandsires.

It didn’t take long for Angelus to make an informal evaluation of William. He was obviously weak, broken-hearted, slightly feminine, love-starved, and basically useless to the race of the vampire, but he did possess one trait that separated him from all of the other London scum. He was quite simply the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes upon. His face was sharply detailed with pale skin, shining blue eyes, and wavy locks of brown hair that shaped his face; including his razor-sharp cheekbones. He could see instantly why Drusilla wanted him to be her paramour. Darla on the other hand was not so impressed with her new grandchilde. She simply growled at Drusilla, grabbed her roughly by the arm, and yanked her out of the room to discuss the matter. Angelus knew that Darla would demand William’s destruction, but he already knew that he wouldn’t allow it to happen.

Angelus stared at the boy in amusement. William was looking around the room nervously surveying every inch of space, except for the larger man in front of him. “It’s okay to look at me boy. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. You might as well become comfortable with me. I am Angelus but you can call me Daddy if you like.”

“Angelus will do. I’ve never really had a dad, and I don’t plan on having one now.”

“I’m afraid that will be a problem. Anyone living under my roof is my childe, and I will expect you to give me the utmost respect when you are addressing me in conversation. I will be your new father, friend, teacher, companion, and at times, I will be your enemy.”

“Why would we be enemies?”

“It will be your natural instincts to be the man of the house, and we will quarrel over this issue. I am your sire William, and you will never be the man of this house. The sooner you realize this the sooner we will get along. What I say goes. There will be no compromising, no whining, no complaining, and no back-talk. I will protect you, feed you, and teach you, but I will punish you when needed. Drusilla made you but I can unmake you. Learn these rules quickly, and you will save yourself a lot of pain.”

“What if I don’t want you to teach me? Maybe I should just leave now. I don’t like this place or you. Who are you to tell me what I will and want do, and what do you mean you will be my companion?”

Angelus smiled in amusement at his disobedient fledging, while his fist connected solidly with the beautiful face. William fell to the floor hard, and he looked up at Angelus full of distress.

“Perhaps you didn’t hear me correctly William. I am in charge here, and I will teach you everything I know. You are no longer a weak pathetic human, but your new found vampire strength is no match for mine. I can see that you will need to learn this lesson early in your new life, and I am quite happy to begin your instruction tonight. I have no plans for the evening, although I was looking forward to torturing the good Father Mitchell tonight and his lovely mother as well.”

William wiped the blood from his mouth, “How dare you strike me sir? I am not some pet that you have to break in. I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions, and I have decided that I most certainly do not like you. I will leave without delay.”

“Go ahead. Just look out for that big yellow ball in the sky.”

“Pardon me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought that you already knew everything about being a vampire. You do know what you are, right? I suppose I shouldn’t assume that Dru would tell you what a vampire was, so perhaps I should explain it to you, after I punish you for your disrespect.”

“Disrespect? You’re the one who clobbered me and demanded that I do what you say. You are so obviously Irish. Only an Irishman would have the impudence to be so callous and crude.”

Angelus quickly yanked William up over his shoulder like a rag doll, and he yelled for a servant, “Peter! Prepare a bath for our new family member. He stinks to high heaven, and I will have no childe of mine smelling like a barnyard animal.”

As he carried William to the bathroom he continued, “Crude? You call that crude? William my boy, you haven’t seen crude yet. You’re right about the Irish thing though.”

“Let me down you bloody bastard!”

Angelus slapped William’s arse firmly, “William, such language from a proper Englishman. I’m shocked! Next thing you know you’ll be pissing and shiteing all over the floor like a bad little puppy. Daddy will just have to break in his new pet now want he?” He sat in a chair near the tub and held William in his lap.

William struggled to get out of Angelus’ grip, “I am not your pet to break Angelus. I am Drusilla’s responsibility.”

“William, Dru is like the eight-year old child who really wants a dog, and she begs so prettily for mummy and daddy to get her one, but when they do, she loses interest in her new pet, and she forgets to feed it and love it, and it becomes a neglected piece of shite in the backyard. Is that really what you want William? Do you want to be the neglected dog that no one wants?”

William stopped his struggles and thought about his options. After a few moments he spoke, “Would you really take care of me? I don’t want to be a piece of shite in the backyard. I don’t want to be a starving vampire who doesn’t feel loved or wanted. I’ve always been so emotional, and I couldn’t stand it if I was ignored.”

“You’re emotional? I never would have guessed,” Angelus teased purring into William’s ear.

After a few minutes of quiet calm, the bath water was ready, and Angelus moved onto the next step of his plan, “Get in the tub William.”

William looked self-consciously at the vampire, and signaled for him to turn around. Angelus rolled his eyes in disbelief, and turned around with no argument. He could have refused the request, but he didn’t want to waste half a tub of water trying to get the naked fighting William in the tub. Besides, he would be naked with him in the bathtub in just a few moments. When he heard the water separating and engulfing his slim fledging, he began unbuttoning his shirt eager to be in the tub with the boy.

“What do you think you’re doing? You’re not getting in here with me are you?”

“Remember that companion thing? It’s hard to be companions with your clothes on.”

“I thought you meant the friendly type of companion not the intimate type.”

Angelus smiled at his childe, and he pushed his shirt off of his shoulders into the floor, “Why would I have said friend, teacher, enemy, and companion in the same sentence if companion and friend meant the same thing?”

“Well, you should have chosen a more proper term; such as, paramour or lover.”

Angelus stripped out of his pants exposing his large manhood to the shaking William, “Are we really arguing over this? William I can already tell that you are going to be a hellion and I am going to love every moment of my breaking you into the new family. Now move your sweet arse up in the tub, so that I can squeeze in behind you.”

“I don’t do this type of thing.”

“What type of thing? Baths?” Angelus teased slipping into the space between William’s bare back and the tub’s edge.

“Men! I don’t do men!”

“Or women I think,” Angelus knowingly smiled slipping his arms around the boy and dragging him closer to his bare wet chest.

“What’s that suppose to me?”

“You know exactly what I mean sweet virginal William,” he whispered into his childe’s ear.

“Stop touching me this instant. I will not partake in this activity with you!” William turned to his side trying to get out of the tub. The water splashed uncontrollably out of the tub as Angelus shoved the boy’s face down into the hot water. The boy struggled to draw in breaths of air that he really didn’t need, and Angelus patiently waited for his temperamental childe to get a hold on his panic.

When the waters stilled, Angelus pulled the boy up out of the water by the neck, “Partake? Goodness, Dru picked her out a well-educated pompous ass for a companion didn’t she? Did you understand how I used companion in that sentence, or do we need to go through that shite again?”

William pushed wet hair off of his face and winced in pain as Angelus squeezed harder on his neck, “Are you trying to snap my neck in two?”

“If I wanted to snap your neck you ungrateful childe I would have already done it. What I really want to do is this,” he wrapped one arm around Williams’s waist and pulled him closer. With the other hand, he rammed a finger up William’s rectum and laughed at the moans of pain that started with the first breech of the virginal hole.

“Please don’t do that Angelus. It hurts,” William begged gripping the sides of the tub in pain.

“Oh, William you beg so prettily. I can’t wait to hear you begging for my cock,” he placed a second and third finger inside his childe smiling in delight as William begged louder and more fervently for the pain to stop.

“I will never beg for that Angelus.”

“Perhaps not tonight, but you will in the near future. Be grateful I am being so gentle on you sweet William,” he pulled William on top of his lap and impaled the virgin in one painful thrust onto his erect cock.

“Oh God! Please stop him!” William pleaded as he was torn in two. He wasn’t sure yet how vampires could die, but he was hoping that God did.

Angelus slammed into the slim body with no remorse for his apparent pain or humiliation. He only licked the boy’s ears and neck getting more and more excited with each tear drop that fell from the beautiful boy’s eyes, “That’s it William. Beg and cry for Daddy. You’re making me so fucking hot for you. Tell me how much it hurts baby. I love hurting you, and I’m going to hurt you for eternity.”

William tried to pull himself off his sire’s lap, ignoring the splashing water that poured onto the floor, but Angelus’ grip was too powerful, “Fine, you can hurt me for eternity, but I will hate you in return.”

Amused at William’s statement, Angelus pushed on his back with his arm forcing Will to bend over further. He pushed the boy’s head back into the remaining water, and pounded mercilessly hard into the near-unconscious body. He didn’t care that the boy panicked over the lack of air he didn’t need, he didn’t care that with each thrust the boy’s head hit the front of the tub ripping open a large wound, and he most certainly didn’t care that the boy’s blood was diluting the water. He was mesmerized by the sight of the slim unmoving body lying in the red water. He watched his cock slipping in and out of the bloody channel, and he watched the lifeless body taking in every inch without complaint, and he couldn’t hold his orgasm any longer.

“William,” he groaned as he exploded into the drowned body. Spasms shook his body as he released his creamy red spunk into his broken pet, and he gripped the boy’s hip hard enough to tear into the flesh.

Once recovered, he pulled the boy out of the water and watched in amusement as he tried to once again catch the breath that he no longer needed. William coughed the offensive water out of his lungs, “You crazy bastard! You could have killed me!”

“There’s no permanent damage my pet, and if I wanted to kill you William you would be dead. Now, I want you to bathe, clean up this mess, get dressed in something proper, and meet me downstairs for your next lesson. You have half an hour to do this William. Are there any questions?”

William looked up at the rising vampire wanting to tell him to piss off and die, but he knew that he would regret it, so instead he remained silent.

Angelus patted his childe on the head, “Good boy. Looks like my new pet learns well, and to think I have eternity to teach you new tricks.”


Angel shook his head trying to get the memory out of his head. He looked at the monster across the table that he had created, and he found himself wishing for eternity to make things right between them. Angelus had wanted to hurt William, break him, cause him to bleed, but Angel wanted to comfort Spike, appreciate him, and cause his heart to fill with love once again. The Scourge of Europe had destroyed the sweet William, but the Savior of LA wanted nothing more than to recreate that perfect pompous ass that he had broken so long ago.

As he watched Spike trying to explain his homicidal picture to the shocked Wesley and Lorne he couldn’t help but to wonder if a certain witch from Sunnydale could throw together a memory spell for him…

The End