Story written for Magz's birthday and fondly dedicated to her.
William/Angelus, set before Angel got his soul. NC-17.
Lovely title pic by Mirax.
Clever Boy
The sun had risen outside and their usual bedtime was long gone; yet,
Angelus was unrelenting. For hours – no, for days – he had been
rambling on and on about the trip to Italy they would take come autumn.
Rome this and Rome that, William was tired of hearing about Rome. Tired
also of all the useless rubbish Angelus wanted him to learn before the
trip. Who cared what kind of demons resided in Italy, what they ate,
how they fought, and whether they had a standing grudge against the
Aurelius clan or not? William was seriously considering ‘accidentally’
dropping that damn book Angelus was reading from in the fireplace.
“Are you even listening to me, William?”
Judging by Angelus’ exasperated tone, he knew that William hadn’t been
paying attention and so there was no reason to lie. No sense, also, to
demand to be called Spike when the older vampire was already in a foul
mood.
“How am I supposed to keep listening when you strut around like that?”
From where he lay on the rug by the fireplace, leaning on his elbows,
he gestured in Angelus’ direction. The older vampire’s robe was open,
revealing that he wore nothing more underneath and was as naked as
William. He was still half hard despite their prior activities – he
always seemed to be hard around William – and his cock filled further
under the attention it was receiving.
“I do not strut,” Angelus stated in a cold, haughty tone that sounded as if it had been borrowed from Darla.
“Right,” William affected a sigh as he sat up. “You don’t strut, you
prance about like a right ponce. Can I get some sleep, now?”
He hadn’t tried to antagonize Angelus so blatantly in years, but after
a long night of hunting followed by three hours of demon facts,
interspaced with as many rounds of fucking, William just wanted to
sleep. Or to fuck some more. Anything as long as Angelus stopped…
“Ow! What the hell is wrong with you, you wanker!”
Rubbing at the back of his head where Angelus had hit him with the book, William scowled.
“You’ll get to bed once you can name the twelve Italian clans and the
name of the current leaders. Not one minute sooner. So you’d better
start paying attention, boy.”
William’s scowl slowly disappeared, and he fought back the smirk that
was easing to his lips. If he played his cards right, all of this might
not have been so pointless after all and he might get something out of
it. Might even get himself a piece of Angelus’ arse.
“I’d learn faster if there was some sort of reward in it for me,” he
commented in what he feared was a slightly too hopeful tone. Angelus
however didn’t seem to notice.
“Your reward is sleep,” he shot back. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
William shrugged, then stretched like a cat. Distracted by the show,
naked limbs and hardening cock, Angelus didn’t seem to hear much of
what William was saying. “Well, I’ll get that eventually if you don’t
go ahead and break my skull open.” He rubbed ostentatiously at the back
of his head. “I meant some kind of reward for actually learning these
stupid names before the sun sets tonight.”
“Uh huh,” Angelus replied, oh so eloquently.
“Say, for example,” William continued, intent on getting what he wanted. “How fast would I need to learn to get you to wank me?”
He wrapped a hand around his cock and fisted it lazily, demonstrating,
if need be, what he was talking about. Angelus’ eyes flickered between
his face and groin, finally settling on the first as he offered:
“One hour. Learn it all before the hour,” he glanced briefly at the clock, “and I’ll help you with your little… problem.”
The bastard snickered at that, and by the way he took hold of his own
dick and pulled on it, twice, hard, William had a very clear idea of
exactly where he intended to shove it while he ‘helped’.
Locking gaze with his elder, William brought his fingers to his lips
and licked the clear fluid that coated them. Angelus’ eyes darkened as
he took a step forward. It was almost too easy.
“What if I wanted your mouth?” he asked boldly. Only three times in the
fourteen years since he had been turned had William enjoyed the talents
of Angelus’ mouth and tongue, and not once had he managed to get
Angelus on his knees. A tremor shot down his spine and straight to his
balls at the mental image of fucking that sweet, cruel, dirty mouth.
Taking hold of his cock again, he unconsciously set a faster rhythm
than before.
Angelus pondered the question for so long that William thought he
wasn’t going to agree. But eventually his mouth parted, the tip of a
tongue wetting his lips before he answered:
“Fifteen minutes.” A look at the clock. “Four of which have already passed.”
William made a face as he forced his hand to slow down, giving all appearances of being disappointed.
“I guess it’s useless to ask what it would have taken for me to get to fuck you, hey?” he asked wistfully. Angelus laughed.
“Boy, if you recited those damn names at this very second I’d bend over almost gladly.”
William noted the ‘almost’ even as he internally exulted. This, they
had never done. Angelus was too much of a control freak to allow it,
even when completely drunk out of his mind, and William had tried that
particular technique of getting his way more than once. He had always
ended up thoroughly buggered afterwards when Angelus had realized what
William had been up to, and while that hadn’t been in itself a bad
thing, it hadn’t been the result desired at the time.
He waited until Angelus had opened the book again and was getting ready
to start reading once more, and then as clearly as he could, trying not
to trip over his own tongue in his haste, he recited the names of the
twelve clans and their leaders. He even threw in the presumptive heirs
to each clan, and a handful of long-term concubines. Angelus’ face,
growing more incredulous with each name, was quite a sight.
When he was done, William stood and, looking straight at Angelus,
waited. He tried not to look too smug; tried not to come simply at the
thought of what – maybe – he would soon get. That was unless Angelus
reneged what he had said; but if he did, William would never let him
hear the end of it.
The boy was dangerous.
It had taken a long time for Angelus to see past the pretty face and
brash attitude. Past the blind devotion to Drusilla, too. No, William
wasn’t a simple-minded fledgling, as Darla often seemed to believe. He
was far more than that. And he had just proved it again.
“Clever boy,” Angelus murmured, still gauging him. William’s eyebrow
shot up, questioning, expectant, hopeful, but he remained quiet.
“You will pay for this dearly, you do realize that, yes?”
William passed a nervous tongue over his lips before he asked, still bold as brass: “That means you’ll let me do it?”
Angelus let out a bark of laughter. Even with the promise of revenge
hanging over his head, William still wanted it, as much as he ever had,
whatever the consequences. The experience might be interesting, despite
Angelus’ repugnance at having the younger man dominate him in that
fashion. He had watched him and Dru often enough, and enjoyed what he
saw, to know what to expect: exuberance, passion, and more care about
his partner’s needs than William ought to give. Maybe, as long as they
both remembered who exactly was in charge, Angelus could allow it. Just
this once.
Marking the page he had been reading with a piece of embroidered satin,
he set the book down on a dresser. A roll of his shoulder had the robe
sliding down his body to pool at his feet. He spread his arms, offering
himself to William’s gaze, and grinned at the noticeable twitching of
the younger man’s cock.
“Where do you want me, then, lad?”
The flicker of incredulity was quickly replaced by impatience – and
hesitation. William’s eyes dropped to the rug on which he was standing,
where Angelus had taken him on his hands and knees not half an hour
earlier. Then they flickered to the window – more than once, they had
rutted there, the only thing separating them from the deadly sun being
a heavy curtain. It always moved dangerously as William gripped the
windowsill with both hands while Angelus pounded into him from behind.
The wandering gaze traveled over the desk, the chair, before finally
coming to rest on the bed and its already rumpled sheets – so many
possibilities there as well.
There were too many options, it seemed, and William was
uncharacteristically indecisive. Angelus gladly took over, impressing
on the youth’s confused mind that even now, power lay in hands other
than his own.
“The bed. And I will not be on my knees for you.”
With a flicker of his wrist, he pulled back the covers and settled down
in the center of the mattress. Immediately, he took hold of his dick
and gave it a few leisurely strokes. William approached, his indecision
forgotten, his whole body throbbing with lust as he climbed onto the
bed.
“You’d better make this pleasant for me,” Angelus warned, grinning
dangerously. “Or I swear you won’t come again until we’re in Rome.”
The threat was effective, and for a second, William froze, then
frowned, before reaching for the half empty bottle of oil that sat on
the bedside table and a pillow. Angelus obliged and braced both feet on
the bed to raise his hips, allowing the pillow to be pushed underneath
him. It left him acutely aware of how completely exposed he was now to
William, but he pushed the feeling of wrongness to the back of his mind
and concentrated instead on his boy’s actions.
Both hands now slick with oil, William firmly gripped Angelus’ cock and
pulled at it slowly even as one finger teased at his puckered hole. A
shot of white fire shook Angelus and he bit back a moan as the digit
slid in effortlessly. In the same slow rhythm, both hands pumped, and
Angelus found himself growling in frustration.
“More,” he ordered, making sure that his word could not be misinterpreted as any kind of begging.
William complied, adding a second finger then a third as he accelerated
his pace. He was biting his bottom lip, Angelus noticed as he glanced
up at his face, so focused on his actions that he had bitten through
and a pearl of blood now adorned his mouth. Pushing himself up, he
cupped William’s startled face and pulled him in for a brutal kiss. He
lapped at the blood and teased the tiny cut for more. William let go of
his cock to steady himself, but continued to prepare Angelus, taking
him closer to the edge as his fingers curled and hit a too sweet spot.
“Now,” Angelus gasped, and, lying back down, he brought one leg up to
rest on William’s shoulder. “Inside me, lad. And make it good.”
“I will,” William whispered, his tone fervent, and removed his fingers
from Angelus’ hole. The slicked, fat head of his cock immediately
replaced them, sliding in, with some difficulty, to pull a strangled
noise from Angelus’ throat. It had been a long time since he had done
this, and he had forgotten how delicious the burning stretch could be.
Maybe, just maybe, if William proved that he had the talent to
accompany that lovely cock of his…
“God!”
All thoughts fled at a strong roll of William’s slim hips. He wasn’t
completely seated, yet, but already he was brushing against that spot
again, small thrusts that sent sparks straight to Angelus’ sorely
neglected cock. He reached for it, but William batted his hand away and
clucked his tongue disapprovingly.
“My game,” he claimed at the same instant he thrust hard again, his
dick pushing in to the hilt, his balls slapping sharply against
Angelus’ ass.
The older vampire growled, whether at the insolent declaration or at
the exquisite sensation of being filled so completely, he could not
have said, and didn’t care as William started jerking him fast, with
the same rhythm as he now pounded into him.
Mindlessly, Angelus brought his second leg up, opening himself even
more to the unrelenting onslaught. His eyes had caught William’s and he
was drowning in the darkened blue, drowning in the mixed sensations
coming from his leaking cock and stretched hole, pleasure bordering on
pain as he was split open over and over again, as William’s hand
squeezed hard as it pulled and tugged.
William was biting his lips again, and without warning his demon
features came to the surface. He had to be close, very close, if he
needed that extra edge not to come quite yet. But why he would stop
himself…
Realizing in an instant of blinding clarity that William was waiting
for him to come before he did, Angelus roared as his pleasure shook him
and he shot strands of pearly come over his stomach. A handful of
seconds later, William threw his head back and let out a silent shout
as he spilled himself, his back arched in a perfect bow of ecstasy as
he thrust one more time deep into his elder. The image imprinted itself
in Angelus’ mind, and he knew that, later, he would draw his boy like
this, so perfect, so lost, so beautiful.
For now, though, he contented himself with pulling a still shaking
William down to rest by his side. The boy was smirking, the usually
detestable look ruined slightly by wide, delighted eyes that awakened a
chuckle in Angelus. He stifled it however, and asked as sternly as he
could:
“Was it worth the price it’ll cost you?”
The hint of a flame in the blue again gaze surprised Angelus, for he
had seen this flame before when the lad looked at Drusilla, but before
he could puzzle out its meaning William had closed his eyes.
“It was,” was all he said, and somehow the two quiet words made Angelus smile.
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