Just This One Time

It hurt when he wasn’t near her. It hurt him inside, where his heart used to be. He could hear his dark plum whining and moaning upstairs, strapped spread eagle on Darla’s bed. Each cry she made felt like a dagger in his back, in his silent and still heart, in the emptiness that his soul used to inhabit.

He knew Darla had only taken his Dru to bed because he’d fucked up. He knew this was supposed to be punishment for him, and it was, but he couldn’t take it anymore. It had been days, well over a week, since his princess had been free of the bitch’s attention, over a week since he’d had anyone give him a kind word, or welcoming gesture. His demon howled within him, fearing being thrust out of his clan, fearing abandonment, fearing he wasn’t worthy of a place at his blood’s side, or even at its feet.

His grand-Sire found him curled up in a miserable ball between the wall and his empty bed, wedged in the tight space and having no drive to ever leave it. William looked up at the sound of his door opening, hope flaring in his pale blue eyes, only to be blown out by the sight of Angelus’s bulky frame. Angelus wasn’t any help to him; he’d be more likely to take his beloved away then to get her back for him.

Angelus snarled, and stalked over to his hiding spot, a meaty fist digging into William’s shirt, bunching it up, as he was picked up and tossed on the bed. William didn’t even struggle. Angelus looked down at him with a strange look in his eyes. An emotion William had never seen from Angelus was etched on his face.

“You aren’t the only one sufferin’ William. That bitch has kept me from my pleasure as well.”

William looked up at him, confused, not understanding what Angelus was saying.

“Over a week now we’ve had congress with our hands and naught else, all because the queen bitch won’t let us enjoy this towns tender offerin’s, or even the company of our own Sire’s.”

William scrubbed his face with his full sleeves, not overly caring what it did to his complexion, or what he looked like. He felt so empty, so lost, so alone. He’d been essentially ignored during all of this, as each member of his family tended to their own devices, leaving him alone and abandoned.

“I think it’s time we showed her we don’t need them, showed her she can’t keep us on a leash, and showed her that she isn’t that important to us…” Angelus stripped off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair, his cold dark eyes locking with William’s vulnerable blue ones.

“S-sire?” William mumbled, not sure he understood what was going on, what his teacher and mentor was trying to say. He stomped the flower of hope in his breast, that this great Master of a vampire might possibly want him, want his attention, want his cock, his arse, his mouth… he had never been that lucky, he’d always been ignored or brushed off.

“Just this one time William,” Angelus licked his lips, before continuing to remove his clothing. “Just this once…”

William sat up, sudden understanding blooming in his mind, quickly followed by panic constricting his unbeating heart. He started to scramble off the bed, not able to take any more teasing, not able to withstand another bought of being ridiculed then ignored. He’d nearly gotten off the bed, but froze when he heard Angelus growl.

“Strip boy, don’t make me repeat it.” His Irish accent seemed to smooth out the harsh words, but even so the fledgling swallowed thickly, watching his elder strip before his very eyes. Pale skin sheathed rippling muscle, a dream come true, smooth skin without blemish or scar, other than the gryphon tattoo upon his back, and William swallowed again. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back, wasn’t sure he’d be able to perform. He felt intimidated and stimulated simultaneously, and wasn’t sure which one would win out.

“Sire…”

“Either you do this willingly, and you scream in pleasure, or I hold you down and rape you, and you scream in pain. I’m not having my balls cut off by that harpy.” Flecks of gold burst in the sea of dark brown eyes before retreating, obviously trying to regain control from his demon.

William lifted trembling fingers, and fumbled at his buttons, struggling to remove his shirt and breeches, trying not to wrinkle his nose in distaste at the state of his clothing. He hadn’t changed, hadn’t bathed, and hadn’t really done anything other than the required feeding and killing Angelus demanded of him in his training. As each layer of clothing was peeled away from his filthy skin he felt more and more vulnerable but also paradoxically better about himself as well.

Angelus looked down at his nudity, at the flaccid cock, at his confused, hopeful and panicked expression and smirked.

“That’ll never do boy, your grand-Sire wants service, and he will get what he wants…”

William would have blushed if his undead skin would have let him. The unmasked hunger and longing and desire on Angelus’s face caught his unneeded breath in his throat. He could do this, he could accept this, he might even enjoy this if he could relax enough, but he didn’t care, all he wanted was for his grand-Sire to keep looking at him like that, like he mattered, like he was wanted, like he was special.

Angelus’s cock bobbed and drooled before his face, and he felt his own start to inflate with stolen blood. Timidly, he lifted a hand and traced the air around Angelus’s cock, not daring to touch him, not daring to presume. Angelus grunted above him as he stood over the bed, growling gently under his breath.

“Dunna tease it boy, this is your chance to win back into my good graces, and if you don’t, I really dunna have a need for ya, now do I? Please me William, and you’ll have earned a place here, at my feet.”

He heard the encouragement, and the subtle threats beneath it. William had a chance, a single solitary chance. He didn’t doubt Angelus would throw him out the front door at the first rays of dawn licking the country side if he wasn’t found pleasing. He’d been a pain, he’d insulted and disobeyed his blood, he’d been an unworthy childe of the Aurelius line, and now he was given a chance of redemption.

He’d take it.

It helped that he had lusted after this mountain of a man from the first moment he’d seen him, it helped that he’d always known he was attracted to men as well as women, as his boarding school roommate could well attest to… this was what he wanted, what he dreamed of when he thought no one could hear his soft unconscious please as he slept on. It helped that this was a dream come true, even if the reason it was happening wasn’t what he had hoped for.

He’d take it.

He gripped the elder vampire’s erection firmly at the base, and slid the flat of his tongue along the dripping head, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum explode on his tongue. He felt his own erection stir to life, brushing against Angelus’s thigh.

Angelus picked up and arranged William so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, one of Angelus’s knees between Williams, giving him access to press and stroke Williams burgeoning erection with his knee as he was serviced by the agile tongue and mouth of his grand-Childe.

Angelus grunted when William swallowed down his length, large hands holding William’s head immobile in his grasp. Angelus tensely rocked into and out of William’s mouth, every muscle trembling as he held back his urge to thrust, and take and have. He knew he could, knew William couldn’t and wouldn’t stop him that he’d just take it… but that wouldn’t work well with his plans. He intended to have this childe scream his name, to let the bitch upstairs know what was happening downstairs… and he wanted her to be so jealous it drove everything else out of her mind. He could be patient and tender for that. Every end has a means and what not.

“There’s a good boy,” Angelus whispered, grunting gently. “That’s it, swallow it down… right… ah, yes William, just like that… what a talented mouth you have, I’d love to take it again and again, but this is just the one time…,” he clenched his eyes shut, and murmured again as he kept rocking slowly, “just the one time…”

He pulled out of the young vampire’s mouth with a pop, holding his head back with both his hands. “Back on the bed William my boy, lay on your back in the middle, let me take a good look at you.” He chuckled as William scrambled to obey.

Angelus looked down at this, the youngest of his blood. The puffy lips, the disheveled hair, and under a weeks worth of grime, the well sculpted body that had taunted and teased him since that first night… but that didn’t matter, because it wasn’t going to happen again. When his eyes fell upon the swollen flesh of his erection, he felt his own twitch, and chuckled darkly as William’s cock echoed it.

“Aye, you’ll love this William, this will be a night to remember.”

Angelus grabbed the small bottle of aromatic massage oil from the pile of his clothing and crawled up the foot of the bed, forcing William’s legs apart as he knelt between them. He poured a generous portion into the palm of his hand, and used friction to warm it up.

“Hold onto your knees boy, bring them close to your chest and apart…” Angelus smiled as William obeyed and smiled even wider at the scent of pure lust and need rolling off him in waves. “There’s a good boy…” Angelus let the oil dribble down the vampire’s balls, using a thick finger to coat the outside of his puckered opening.

“You’ll like this William… just stay relaxed, and do exactly as I tell you. If you fight me, you won’t enjoy the outcome, so be a good boy…,” and with that, he pressed his finger inside the fledges arse hole, feeling an odd thrumming inside as William gasped, and arched, whining and pressing against him as a second finger joined the first. He eased the fingers in and out of the boy, added another dollop of massage oil inside him, and began to scissor and stretch William’s opening, adding a third finger when he was ready.

The younger vampire arched and writhed beneath him. “You look so pretty my boy, so needy, so ready to please… I’m going to take you William, I’m going to stuff you full of my cock, and fuck you till I fill you with my seed. You’ll wear my scent for months before it wares off, all other vampires and demons will know you are a favored childe, you’ll have status boy, while that scent stays, and it’ll give you time to earn your own name among our ranks…” Angelus coated his turgid cock with his free hand in another palm full of oil.

His fingers curled, stroking the smaller vampire’s prostate once, twice, before they were removed and suddenly replaced by Angelus’s well prepared cock into Williams well prepared hole.

William mewled and gasped beneath him as he was taken like a girl, arching his back to each of Angelus’s thrusts. He heard him grunting and groaning above him, whispering terms of endearment in his ears as he thrust, over and over and over again, inside him. He wiggled, and arched his back slightly, adding a hip thrust, trying to get Angelus to touch that spot inside him, that spot that made explosions dance behind his closed eyelids.

Angelus knew what he was doing, what he wanted, what he was trying to achieve. He slid one hand under William’s waist, and changed the angle of his thrusts, letting out a pleased chuckle when William gasped, eyes bulging, when he hit that spot of soft spongy tissue within.

“That’s it boy, writhe for me, squirm, take it boy,” Angelus was being worn down into wordless grunts as he felt his climax swift approaching. He grasped William’s weeping cock in one still slick hand, and quickly began to stroke up, thumb rolling around the head before sliding down the shaft, rolling slick balls between his fingers. He knew William was close, right on the edge, straining for that extra push into the land of the blissfully orgasmic.

Angelus licked and nibbled at William’s collar bone, slowly progressing to his shoulder, and from there up his neck to his ear. He suckled on an earlobe, hearing his boy cry out underneath him, feeling him shudder and arch, and writhe. Without warning he slid into game face, his fangs gliding into the soft flesh of William’s neck.

When he felt his skin get breached, he froze. When he felt the agonizingly erotic feeling of being fed from by his grand-Sire, it pushed him over the edge. He felt his body react without any input from his brain as his dead seed splashed and splattered on his belly, the name of his lover was wrenched from his lips in a howling plea.

He felt Angelus drink deeply, thrusting with vampiric force into his body before he spilled his seed within.

He was still coming down from his post orgasmic high, the softly spoken words of acceptance and praise calming the beast within him, making him feel safe and wanted… this is what he wanted, this is what he’s always wanted, to be accepted, to have a place, any place…

He couldn’t forget his words… “Just the one time…” and he felt cheated. He’d never had an orgasm like this, he’d never felt like his brains had been blown out of his cock to splatter all over the place. He loved his Dru, but she was a bloody loon, incapable of keeping her attention on one task long enough to fully complete it. He’d often had to finish himself off as she forgot what she was doing in the middle of things, or heard her dolls whispering at her about tea parties and burning fish… why couldn’t he have been Sired by Angelus? Why couldn’t he belong to Angelus? Why was it just this one time? He’d do anything to have this again, to be this close to him again, to be held and stroked by him again.

Angelus saw all of this plainly on his face, could smell it easily as the scents filled the air in the room. When Darla opened the door and beckoned him to her side he smiled, his mission had been accomplished. She must have been infuriated that he’d spent all this time and energy with the fledge… but she wanted him now, wanted to bring him back to her side, to bring him back in line… but he remembered what it felt like to have a responsive boy beneath him, to feel him writhe and arch, and cry out his name without shame.

He leant his face towards William’s ear, his breath tickling over the freshly made mark on his neck, “then again, one time is rarely enough…,” before getting up to go to his Sire.