Waiting 5a/7

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Well, I'm back again with another chapter. I hope that you all like it.

Title: Waiting

Arthor: Soulseeker Rating: NC17 for language, slash, and dark theme.

Summary: Can Spike go on without his love?

Pairing: Spike/Xander implied. Spike/Angel

Part: 5a/7

Rating: NC-17 for adult themes, language and sexual content

Feedback: Yes, it gives me the warm and fuzzys.

Disclaimers: I owe nothing. I just got a new job and I don't even get paid until the next month.

Previously in Waiting:

The moonless, foggy night soon swallowed up the sight of a determined figure, lost in deep thought.

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Angelus stormed out of the townhouse, fury etched on his face. He couldn't believe his new Childe had looked at him like that. With that . . . that look of disgusting love on his face. He really wanted to tear something apart. Or someone. Everyone he came across got out of his way. They recognized the look of a pissed off vampire and he wasn't one to be messing with. It didn't take him long to find a demon bar, one where he could loose himself for a few hours, get drunk and figure out a way out of this fiasco.

It wasn't a nice place that he'd found. Located in the deepest part of an alleyway, it wasn't a place that humans would ever frequent, unless they were part of the menu or under the protection of someone or something. Usually, it was the something. Angelus found a quiet and out of the way table and ordered one of the strongest drinks they had. He sat and pondered the problem. He had to figure out how to wipe off that look of love off of William's face and still keep him. It wouldn't do to have him run away. Angelus wouldn't be able to take listening to Dru going on and on about her little lost toy, and having to listen to Darla harping about Dru's behavior would really be the last straw. He had to admit, Dru was more attached to the honey-blonde boy then the other living toys she'd turn and dusted when she got bored with them, so losing him was definitely not an option. Especially now that he'd gotten addicted to that tight hole between William's delicious legs.

He was deep into his third drink when they walked through the door and sat at the next table. Three brutish looking vampires and two Hardendick demons. The Hardendick's looked like ordinary humans except for their eyes. Solid silver orbs, which they hid with simple glamors when they were among humans. Around the preternatural kind, they dropped the disguises. Angelus was still brooding about the problem as he let the conversation at the next table wash over him. As he was waiting for his fourth drink, he remembered certain facts about the Hardendick's. They were stronger then the average human, aggressive, dominating in nature, and their cocks were at least sixteen inches in length. Soft. They also had a sexual appetite to rival a vampire's. The dark-haired vampire took a discreet sniff in their direction. Yep, they were all covered in each other's scents. That didn't bother him. Vampires would pretty much fuck anything that didn't fuck them first.

He wasn't sure why, but he began to pay attention to their conversation. It was mostly full of the usual. The pros and cons between a quick kill over a long drawn out torture were debated in great detail. What the latest court gossip was. Who had taken whom or what as mate or consort was briefly touched on. What a certain vampiress did to her male rival and lover when she found out about her consort's 'little' indiscretion. The little hellcat gave a whole new meaning to the phase 'Go fuck yourself'. Angelus couldn't help smiling at that little tidbit. Served the poor bastard right if he couldn't keep his consort and lover apart.

And then the conversation got more interesting. They started to talk about the latest Slayer. Two of the vampires got into an rant over the rampage that the Slayer had brought against their kind. It seems that the Slayer really begun to come down hard on the underground creatures of the night about the same time that a highborn lord's son turned up dead. The official story was that the young man had been set upon by footpads, robbed, and killed. That was the official story. The unofficial story had finally made the rounds to all of the parties, much to the chagrin and embarrassment to the rest of the family.

It seems as though this young man, the only son of a high-ranking lord, had been found dead in a brothel. A very special brothel that catered to, let's say . . . very special tastes. Each one more depraved and degrading then the last. The madam of the brothel, really a man dressed as a woman, had confided in a milkmaid, after swearing her to secrecy, about the real death of this young nobleman. After swearing on her sainted mother's soul to keep her mouth shut, knowing that her mother still worked the streets and earned her coin on her back, the milkmaid learned all that she ever wanted to know about that special house. After which, she promptly told a butcher, who told a baker, who told the cook of a noble house, who in turn, told the rest of London's servants whose employers then learned the whole disgusting truth and that had made the round of parties.

It seemed that this madam kept a very special stable of prostitutes. Young prostitutes. Young male prostitutes. And if that hadn't been shocking enough for the young lady, she'd never heard of a male whore, she learned that they weren't ordinary young men fresh off the streets. Each and every one of them was a younger son of a noble family. Dukes, lords, marquess, anyone above the station of a merchant. They were highly educated, well spoken, soft looking, well mannered, handsome and completely penniless. All except one. The young man who'd died was a first and only son of a high-ranking noble. He didn't work for the money. He did it for pleasure, turning over all his 'hard earned' money over to her.

In fact, he was in high demand on the nights that he choose to work. Often taking on more then one man at a time and fetching a high price for the privilege. Her selective customers paid highly to bed a one and only son. They loved to mar the perfect skin of an aristocrat. Was it her fault that the young man frequently asked . . . no begged, to be tied up and beaten before getting fucked? No, absolutely not. Was it her fault that the man who bought and paid for exclusive rights to the young man for the whole night, much to the disappointment of the rest of the customers, had been a little rough with the young man? Again, no. And it was certainly not her fault that the Prince Regent . . . er customer . . . would never serve a second of jail time. The Prince Regent, er, customer, did say he was sorry for the death and did offer to make restitution to the surviving family. After all, it wasn't as if the boy had suffered. He did die with a smile on his face, didn't he? So, she shouldn't be blamed for any of this debacle. The matter of fact was, the father of the young man paid her money to leave England and to set up house somewhere else.

Angelus chuckled at the memory. The family refused to deny the rumors and the evidence of the demand for the madam to relocate led credence to the gossip. Some close and loving family the boy had. The fact that The Prince Regent had refused to deny or confirm any and all allegations further condemned the boy in the eyes of society and made it all the more delicious to Angelus. The real story behind the story was that he'd bribed the madam to spread the lies. Well, the bribe and the fact that he crushed the head of one of her stable boys and threatened to do the same to the rest of the house if she refused to co-operate made it all the more sweeter.

"Something funny, vampire?"

Looking over, Angelus found the speaker at the next table, the one with the vampires and Hardendicks. He raised his glass in a mocking toast and told them, "Just glad that someone appreciated my work of art."

The group at the table exchanged looks. One of the vampires recognized him and angrily asked him, "That boy was your doing, Angelus?"

Ah, an admirer. Angelus turned his chair around to face the next table. Smiling, he informed them, "Of course he was. He was the first shared meal between me and my newest Childe."

"Damn it, Angelus! The Slayer dusted three of my minions last week! I don't care if you are one of the line of Aurelius. It was dangerous and careless to go after a member of the nobility like that and all for the sake of some fucking meal!"

Angelus slammed his drink down and angrily told them, "That was no mere meal! It was in celebration of the gift of my Childes' purity to me. My Sire taught me that and she learned that from the Master. Everyone knows that Darla is a stickler for protocol and the occasion called for something special. Is anyone here brave enough to go and complain to her?"

Everyone at the table shook their heads. They knew that Darla would take out anyone who messed with her family. Once, years ago, someone insulted and injured a fledgling Angelus. She hunted him down, tortured him, and staked him out to die painfully by sunlight. Then, she hunted down his whole line, killed them all slowly and painfully and only let a minion live long enough to tell the whole world what happened, and then killed him. The message was clear. The Order of Aurelius was not to be fucked with.

The conversation turned to lighter subjects. The group invited Angelus to join them, more to keep on his good side then anything else. They figured that if they kept him supplied with alcohol he might not start a fight for being 'accidently' insulted earlier. Angelus gladly accepted. Better that they buy the liquor then him. As the hours passed by, an idea began to form in Angelus's booze soaked brain. It was devious and evil. It also might be his last chance to get rid of William's love for him. But, how to bring up the subject and make it seem like someone else's idea? If he brung it up, it would look too suspicious and he'll never be able to carry it off. It was better if someone else thought it up and he 'allowed' himself to be talked into it. It would be the only way it would work.

He got his chance an hour later. One of the vampires looked over at the silent Angelus. He voiced what had been on everybody else's minds.

"So, Angelus. What does your newest Childe look like? Must be pretty special for you to take a chance on incurring the Slayer's wrath like that."

Ah, here was his chance. Time to put his plan into action.

"My Sweet Will has hair like sunlit honey and eyes as blue as a cloudless summer's day. Skin like new milk and not a blemish on him. And believe me boys, I've looked everywhere. Plumb lips like ripe cherries that look perfectly at home wrapped around my thick cock. Small and delicate looking like a woman and a hole as tight as the Queen's corset between two beautifully formed ass cheeks. Untouched by anyone before I came along. I had a mighty fine time teaching him the . . . ins and outs . . . in the sport of fucking."

Angelus neglected to mention Dru's influence on the boy. What mattered was that William had been a virgin where he or any other man was concerned. There was applicative laughter over the corset comment and everyone at the table discreetly adjusted themselves. Angelus hid a grin behind the cover of taking another drink. He took another discreet sniff and smelled the pheromones pouring off of all of them. Angelus watched as one of the vampires actually wiped drool from his mouth. He'd only have to guide them down the path a little longer and they'll fall right into his trap. He finished the drink and signaled for another round. He decided to tighten the trap a bit more.

"I'll tell you boys, turn them virgin and they'll stay like that for an eternity; no matter who or what's been up their tight little ass. Nothing like a virgin hole to make a man feel at home. Teach them right and they'll stay panting after your cock no matter what you do to them."

The men stayed quiet when the barmaid came by with another round of drinks. They watched appreciatively as she walked away, hips swaying and her fuzzy blue tail picking up discarded drinks on the way back to the bar. Angelus clucked his tongue and broke the silence.

"Talented girl, that."

One of the vampires, the one that recognized him, spoke up.

"If he's all you say, and who are we to contradict the great Angelus, then why are you sitting here drinking with us and not busy fucking your Childe? If it was me, God Himself couldn't pry me out of his ass."

There was a lot more laughter over that mental picture and they all adjusted themselves again. The trap just got a little tighter.

"Well, boys I'll tell you the truth, the boy's fairly worn me out. Hard to keep up with a cock starved youngster. A man's got to rest sometimes and you can't get much if a Childe won't stop offering his delectable mouth and ass. With as much fucking as that boy wants, I was afraid that my cock'll fall off."

They laughed again and their hard-ons just got harder. The five occupants exchanged a long look and wheels began to turn in liquor soaked brains. Angelus thought 'Come on boys. Think! Come up with the right answer.'

One of the Hardendicks spoke up.

"Well, Angelus, if you're tired of him already, we'll take him off your hands."

There was eager smiles all around the table. Angelus pretended to be angry. It wouldn't do for the marks to become suspicious. Not after all he'd done to bring them to the right conclusion. He slammed the drink on the table, sloshing liquor over the rim and bringing immediate silence to their table and the ones around them.

His voice was laced with steel and a sneer was on his lips as he informed them, "I. Don't. Share!"

Everyone at the table fearfully drew back. Angelus had a hot temper and there was too much wood around for anyone's comfort. They breathed a sigh of relief when Angelus chuckled and signaled for another round. They watched the barmaid walk away again. This time she used her tail to poke a customer in the eye who tried to play grab-ass with her. Angelus laughed in delight at her antics. If he didn't already have his plate full with his Childe, he might've considered taking her back to the townhouse for a little threesome with William. She looked like she might be very flexible, and his boy could use a more varied education. No telling what naughty things she could do with that tail of hers. Maybe after he finish with this little problem he'll come back here and 'persuade' her to join them. He mentally located his whips and chains and decided that it would be no problem in getting the demoness back to his house.

Angelus carefully placed a frown back on his face. Make them think that he was still angry with them and they'll fall all over themselves trying to rectify the problem and get on his good side.

"Besides, I never said that I was tired of him, just tired. Period."

The group relaxed a bit, sure that the Angelus storm was over. The dark haired vampire decided to unbalance them a bit more. Nothing like keeping a mark, or marks, off balance to close a deal in his favor. Swirling his drink around, he glanced at the group. Time to reel them in.

"I don't share. However . . ." He trailed off, looking for the barmaid again, letting the table occupants lean forward in anticipation. Angelus let the suspense grow. When he signaled for another round and the other table occupants leaned forward even further, one silver-eyed demon going so far as to almost climb on top of the table in order to hear Angelus's announcement.

". . . I think we need another round." Angelus smiled as the group groaned in disappointment. One Hardendick, the one that almost crawled over the table, thunked his head hard on the wood. Well, maybe he's played with them long enough; reel them in before they spit the hook out. Angelus couldn't let them get away and they would leave in frustration if it went on much longer. The only frustration Angelus wanted them to have would be sexual frustration, with his Childe as their only cure.

He downed the drink and waited for them to calm down. Now was the time to make the deal. Time to carry out his plan. Time for his Childe to learn a very valuable lesson. Vampires don't love.

"I have an idea, though. If you gentlemen are up for it." Angelus told them, knowing that they would be up for anything concerning his Childe.

The group exchange a look and the smaller vampire who had silently been made spokesperson, spoke up.

"What's the idea, Angelus? It's getting kind of late."

"Like I said, I don't share. However, I might be persuaded to rent him to you for the night."

The five huddled and conferred while Angelus pretended not to hear them. Impossible to do with vampire hearing, but it was the polite thing to do. After less then a minute, they reached a decision. The spokesvampire asked, "How much?"

Angelus pretended to think. He'd already decided to take them for everything they had. He saw the wads of cash they'd flash to pay for the drinks. He figure they deserved to be robbed blind for that alone. Besides, his Childe was worth much more then that.

"Everything you five have. Cash, watches, jewelry . . . everything you've got, I want it all."

There was stunned silence before bedlam broke out.

"You can't be fucking serious!?"

"Not everything!"

"You're out of your fucking mind!"

"I won't pay!"

"Quiet!!" Angelus roared. He waited for the other patrons to began talking again, swallowing up their conversation in the various babbling of the other demons.

"Just think, gentlemen," Angelus continued in a whisper soft and seductive voice. "This boy has been touched by my hand and by my hand only. He'll stay virgin tight no matter what you do to him. He'll take you all on willingly or unwillingly, it matter's not to me. All I ask is that he not be permanently marked or dusted."

The five looked at each other again.

"Half and he'd better be as good as you say he is."

"All, and you'll get him for the day, also."

They didn't hesitate on the latest condition. To have a Childe of Angelus at their mercy for the rest of the night and following day was too good to pass up. The spokesvampire pounded on the table with a closed fist and held out his other hand to be shook, declaring "Deal!"

Angelus shook the vampire's hand, sealing the devil's bargain as black as his own dead heart. He led the way back to his townhouse, deciding to finish conducting business there. Angelus didn't want to carry all that money himself. He had no worries about them jumping him and taking his Childe for themselves. The threat of Darla's future retribution kept them in check. Angelus knew that Darla would bring hell on Earth if one of her family was killed and the other had been taken for a sex slave. No matter what her feelings were about the newest addition, no one takes one of her own.

Angelus checked the foyer, William wasn't present. Good. No sense in letting William know what was in store for him, he just might run. While that won't be a problem because he'll be easy to track and catch, running would only piss Angelus off more. Angelus sent the remaining minions off with instructions not to return until the following night. He didn't want William's new education and humiliation to be witnessed by the servants. No one was going to know what was going to happen in this house. Family matters were to be kept private, Darla taught him that also.

It was while they were taking off their clothes and handing over their valuables that one of the larger vampires made his dissatisfaction known.

"I still say that this is a lot for some common whore, tight or not."

Angelus backhanded him with his fist, sending the unprepared vampire down to the floor. His boot across the offending vamps' neck kept him there. He glared at the downed vamp and then at the others, declaring in a deadly tone, "Now all of you get this through your thick skulls. William will never be a 'common whore'. He's better then that. Better then all of you put together. He is a Childe of Angelus, one of the Order of Aurelius, and he is not nor ever will be . . . common. If word gets out about what happens in this house, if I so much as suspected that you whispered in the ear of Satan himself, I'll hunt you down and make the screaming last for days. Do. You. Understand!?"

There was nods all around. Their prize was too close to risk letting it all slip though their fingers. So what if they'll never be able to gloat about this, they'll know and that was all that mattered. After they stripped completely, no sense in wasting time upstairs, Angleus led the way. His mind was focused only on getting all this over with.

After Angelus had left a bewildered and confused William sitting on his ass in the den, he had gotten up and went upstairs to their bedroom. He wasn't sure what he'd done to piss his lover off enough for him to leave in such a state, but it must have been something unforgivable. One minute he had just swallowed Angelus's sweet cream, and the next, he was alone. William paced around the room, thinking about the past few weeks. It never occurred to him to dress and follow his lover. Angelus hadn't let him leave the house for days, weeks actually, preferring to fuck him into the mattress, the floor, a wall, or whatever surface was available at the time. He loved Angleus and knew that it was different then how he felt about Drusilla. Very different. He loved the way Angelus made him feel, as if what he felt counted. Every time that he was with his Dark Princess, each touch, each contact, was calculated as to how Dru wanted to be touched and brought to climax. Once she reached her pleasure, William was left alone and unsatisfied with a hard-on from hell and no way to cum unless it was by his own hand. But not anymore. Now he had Angleus when Dru turned him from her bed after she was though with him. Now, after he finished servicing his Sire, he can always turn to Angelus where they could spend hours in bed, exploring each other's bodies and experiencing mind-numbing pleasures. He wished that Angelus were twins. That way he could have one big cock in his ass and the other down his throat at the same time.

At least he could until now. Now, he didn't know what would happen. Angleus had stormed out of the townhouse in such a rage that William didn't know if he was ever coming back. And William couldn't figure out how to make it up to him. After all, it had to have been his fault, hadn't it? Angelus wouldn't have been that angry over nothing, would he?

Hearing a noise from the hall, he eagerly faced the door. Whatever had been the problem, whatever he'd done, he's been forgiven. Angelus was back and they could pick up right where they'd left off.

Angelus opened the door and stood still, stunned at the sight that greeted him. William was still dressed in that cream colored shirt, still naked underneath, smiling the small smile he used when he was feeling particularly poetic. The soft lamp light back-lit his entire body, making him look ethereal and fey; an otherworldly creature come to earth to tempt men such as him. Angelus looked into those sparkling bright blue eyes and forgot about everything. Forgot about the men behind him. Forgot about the anger that drove him out of the house in the first place. Forgot about everything except the overwhelming urge to fuck William into the floor for the next century. That is, he forgot until one of the naked men behind him let loose with a lewd comment.

"You were right Angelus! He's a pretty piece o' fluff. We'll have fun tonight, won't we boys?!"

There was laughter and catcalls from the men behind Angelus. William looked at him with confusion. Who were these men? What were they saying? Why were they naked?! William took a step towards Angelus, raising one hand in supplication, questions unasked in his eyes. Angelus took one look into those confused blue eyes and almost called the whole deal off. Almost shoved those naked and vile men out of his home. Almost took his Childe into his arms and drove them both into distracting pleasure. Almost . . . until he looked deeper and there, past the confusion in those blue eyes, there was still a glimmer of love. More then a glimmer, actually. Those blue eyes were flooded with that disgusting emotion. Anger raged again in Angleus and he longed to smash that look off of his Childe's face. But, he kept his temper under control and forced himself to turn his back on his Childe. He had to carry out his plans, it was the only way. He wouldn't tolerate weakness in any of his line and love was the greatest weakness there was. He would not allow William to destroy him and everything that he's worked for.

Facing the leering crowd, he forced his voice to be strong and commanding as he addressed them, "Have fun, boys." And with that, he left the room, shutting the door after him and leaving William to the fate he designed.

Angleus leaned against the shut door, telling himself that it was all for William's good. Maybe if he repeated it often enough, he'll believe it himself. He couldn't have a weak Childe. He just couldn't! His line had always been strong and will continue to be so. He heard murmured conversation, shouting and breaking furniture, and though it all, laughter that grated on his nerves. He would have stood there forever, telling himself that he had no choice, if William hadn't called out his name. There was longing and need in that cry for help. Longing, need, and still love in that sweet boy's voice. It was that love that finally broke though his self-induced trance. He hurled down the hallway, down the stairs and into the still night air. He had to get away from that house of horror before he relented and rescued his Childe. And if he did that, he might as well take a walk in the sun himself.

William watched his lover shut the door behind him, leaving him alone with five naked men. There were three that he sensed were vampires, the other two had strange silver eyes. If the silver eyes hadn't tipped him off that they were demons, looking at their manhoods would have done it. He'd only seen two penises in his entire existence, his and Angelus', and even he knew that there was no way in hell that those monsters hanging between those heavily muscled thighs were normal. He watched in detached horror as those soft pricks began to grow, hardening to at least twenty-four inches and counting. In fact, now that he looked around, all of their pricks were waving menacingly in the air.

William didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't going to stand for it. He fought the urge to cover himself, feeling for the first time after he'd been turned as being exposed and vulnerable. Maybe this was a test. Yes! That's it! A test that Angelus had set up. He probably wanted to know how he'd react if he was set upon by ruffians such as these. Well, he'll show his lover that he was brave and strong. He won't back down and then Angelus will know how much he loved him and only him. Although, why he wanted to test him was beyond William, but Angelus has lived longer then him and he must have his reasons.

William straightened his back and faced the men head on. He spoke in his most upper-crust tone. It always worked with the servants, it should work with these . . . low-brow creatures.

"I don't know what's going on, but I suggest that you all leave now."

The five looked at each other and then laughed. The laughter grated on William's nerves. He hated when people laughed at him. He hadn't been laughed at since the night that he'd been turned. He worked hard to see that no one laughed at him again. One of the silver eyed demon spoke.

"We can't leave now! The party hasn't gotten started yet. And, my pretty little thing, are the party favor!"

William steeled himself. It wouldn't do to falter in front of these miscreants, even though the laughter was starting to make his courage slip. He told himself to be brave and strong. Angelus was probably listening on the other side of the door, waiting for the right time to come into the room and send these creatures running. Yes, and then he'll take him in his arms and make love to him for the rest of the night and well into the next day. William kept telling himself that it was all a test, even though the others were still laughing and beginning to make more lewd suggestions and positions.

"I repeat. Leave now and no harm will come to any of you. You have my word on that as a gentlemen."

The laughter just got louder. Two of the vampires were holding each other up, chortling with glee. The silver eyed demon that spoke before, did so again.

"Like I said boy, we're here for a party and you're going to get a fucking of your life time. We've all paid dearly for a chance at that tight hole you've got and none of us are leaving until we're all satisfied and you're begging for more."

William resisted the urge to run as a rush of lustful smells hit him in the face. They wanted to have sex with him. Hurt him. Wanted to erase the memory of Angelus' beloved touch from his body. Well, he won't stand for it. For none of it!

"You won't touch one hair on my body. If you so much as breathe hard on me, Angelus will rip your cocks off and fed them to you!"

There was more laughter and William felt like screaming. Why did everybody laugh at him?! He fought the urge to stamp his feet in frustration. He was not a child, he was a full grown adult vampire and he could take care of himself! This was a test by Angelus to see how he would handle himself and by the devil himself, he wouldn't fail.

"I said, leave now! Neither Angelus nor I want anything to do with the likes of you!"

"And I said, we're here for you and none of us are leaving until we're satisfied. And no thoughts about your precious Angelus rescuing you. He's the one that sold you to us. Cost us a pretty penny you did, and we intend to take it all out of your hide."

William's resolved slipped. It couldn't be true. Angelus wouldn't do something so vile as what these men were suggesting.

"You're lying! All of you are lying! Angelus loves me!"

The laughter got nastier. One of the vampires finally spoke up.

"Vampires don't love, boy. That must be the one lesson that Angelus didn't beat into your thick skull. Now, it'll be our pleasure to pound that, and along with our cocks, into your sweet body. Enough talking for now, take him!"

The five men began to converge on a now panicky William. He looked wildly around for an exit. He feinted left but dove right. He felt someone slam into his side, knocking him into the writing desk and destroying it. He fought his attackers, crying out his lover's name.

"Aaaannnngggeeelllussss!!!!"

But Angelus didn't come crashing through the door to rescue him. And that's when he knew that they might be telling him the truth. Angelus might have sold him. No one was coming to rescue him. Ever.

They wrestled him to the middle of the floor, forcing him onto his knees. One of the silver eyed demons ripped his shirt off his back, twisting and trapping his arms by the shirt sleeves. The demon pulled sharply upwards, dislocating both shoulders. William gritted his teeth against the pain. He was a vampire, a Childe of Drusilla, a member of the Order of Aurelius. He would not show fear or pain. He was strong and he would survive this night. On this he swore.

The demon behind him effortlessly held the pale arms still. He ran an appreciative hand down a trembling pale flank. He and his boys were going to enjoy themselves. In fact, if it wasn't for the fear of Darla's wraith, they just might have taken the boy for themselves and dust Angelus. As it was, they'll have to squeeze as much fun as they could for the next twenty-four hours.

He used his knee to rip the legs apart and at the same time, forcing the boy's pale face and shoulders into the floor. He looked at the tiny hole between two beautiful ass cheeks. Not even wetting his finger to ease the passage, he jammed it roughly into that tight sweet hole. The muscles protested at the intrusion, trying to push the invader out. William ground his face into the floor with the intrusive pain. He would not give them the satisfaction of seeing his distress.

The demon grinned in triumph at the way that the muscles clinched so tightly around his finger. He knew that it would feel just as tight around his large cock. Angelus had been right. The boy was virgin tight; well worth the money. He motioned for the other Hardendick to take the trapped arms and then parted the creamy cheeks. He took careful aim at the tiny target and then forced his overly large cock head into the small hole. There was resistance and then he drew back and forced his way in like a battering ram. The pucker couldn't withstand the second assault, tearing and splitting, covering the overly large cock with blood. The demon didn't stop until he was flush with William's ass. He retrieved the trapped arms from the other demon. He pulled sharply upwards, forcing the young vampire's head from the floor.

William nearly bit his tongue in two with the pain. Nothing, nothing that Angelus had ever done to him had ever hurt like this. Not even when Darla tortured him, did he feel such pain and degradation. The other silver eyed demon kneeled before him and dug his fingers cruelly into the joints of his jaws, forcing his mouth painfully open. He began to feed his large cock into William's mouth, anticipating the wet cool tongue caressing him. William promptly vamped out and bit him.

The demon gave a bellow of rage and yanked his manhood out of the vampire's mouth. Enraged, he drew back and backhanded William with his fist. William was knocked slightly sideways, only being kept from going completely down by the cock up his ass and the hold on his arms. He looked up at the demon blurrily, trying in vain to see though the stars exploding in his vision and the newly stretched pain in his body. The demon twisted a handful of the honey blond hair, pulling hair and shaking the head hard until he was sure that William could see and understand him.

"Stupid boy! My prick is a lot harder to be injured by a mere bite from the likes of you. All I wanted to do was use that pretty mouth of yours. But, just to be on the safe side for my vampire brothers, I'll just rectify that situation right now!"

And with that, he reached down, took a firm hold of William's lower mouth and pulled sharply downwards, effectively dislocating his jaw. William howled at the pain. The demon began to push his overly large prick into his mouth once again.

Half way down his throat, despite the dislocated jaw, William's lips began to split from the girth of the monstrous prick. The thick head punctured his esophagus, flooding his mouth and throat with blood. If he'd been human, he'd surly have choked to death by then. The silver eyed demon didn't stop until William's nose was buried in his vile smelling pubic hair, his large and heavy balls slapping painfully against the dislocated jaw. Blood seeped though the tightly stretched lips, dripping off his chin and leaving red polka dots on the pristine floor.

Using the trapped arms and the fistful of hair, the two silver eyed demons began a brutal push and pull system. The demon in front pulled William's face until it was flush with his belly and then the demon in back pulled on the arms until he was violently pulled back until his ass was pressed firmly into the demon's pelvis. When William had his little fantasy about being filled at both ends at the same time, this was definitely not what he had in mind.

At a nod from one of the Hardendicks, the other three vampires took their positions and struck. One bit into his soft belly, one into a blood streaked creamy thigh, and the last into his left nipple. Nowhere near anything vital, but still painful. And that was the highlight of William's evening.

Angelus found a demon brothel a few hours before daybreak. He paid for a windowless room, alcohol, and a whore. He picked one out that was the complete opposite of his Sweet Will. She had large breasts, magenta skin and long black hair, as black as his own dead heart. He paid for it all with the money he got for whoring William. He felt that it was justice, paying for a whore with the money he got for selling his Childe. He spent the remaining night and the following day drinking, fucking and beating the whore. She didn't mind the beating at all. She was a Kechiqure demon and they feed off of violence like it was the finest ambrosia.

The more he drank, the more he beat and fucked the whore. The more he beat and fucked the whore, the more she begged for it. The more she begged for it, the more he felt like the lowest scum for selling his own Childe and that caused him to beat all her all the harder. It was a vicious cycle that he had no control over and no way to stop.

Angelus didn't leave the brothel until deep into the next night. He left behind a very satisfied Kechiqure and took a bottle on the walk home. He deliberately waited until the last minute to go back, hoping not to run into any of bastards that he'd sold William too. If he ever caught any of them anywhere near him or his ever again, he'll slowly rip their heads off. Little and big.

Half way though the bottle, a nasty little thought took hold in Angelus's brain and refused to let go. He hated walking in the damp fog. He hated having to pay for his whores. He hated getting so drunk that he was unable to hunt for his food. He hated the hangovers the next day. And why was he walking home in the damp fog? Why did he have to pay for a whore? Why was he so dunk that he hadn't fed at all that night? Why was he facing a massive hangover the next day? It all came down to one thing. One reason. One person. William.

Of course, it all made sense now. It was entirely William's fault that he was in this predicament in the first place. If William hadn't looked at him with that sickening look, he wouldn't be out right now, drunk off his ass and hundreds of pounds poorer. It was all William's fault and by the devil himself, Angelus would have an apology from his Childe before the night was over. And, if he begged for forgiveness prettily enough, he'll fuck him into unconsciousness as an award.

Ahhh, home again. The minions were still gone, no doubt still celebrating the fact that the masters were still out of the house. No matter, he'll beat some respect into them later. After he's dealt with William, of course. Angelus stood in front of the closed door, trying to sense the others. He gave a sigh of relief. They were all gone. The house stood empty. Empty except for his wayward Childe.

As soon as he opened the door, he was assaulted by the smell of blood. His Childe's blood. It was overwhelming and it instantly sobered him up. He told those idiots that he didn't want his Childe too damaged or dusted. If William was dead, again, he'll hunt down all of their lines and bathe in the blood for days.

Halfway up the stairs, Angelus smelled something else below the blood. Something peeking coyly around his senses. It was like too much perfume covering up unwashed bodies in a crowed ballroom. Something that brung out the demon in him. Cum. His Childe's distinctive cum mixed with others. Rage and fury overcame him, stronger then ever before. Reason flew out the window and Angelus forgot about that sweet spot buried inside his William. He forgot that the boy couldn't help but come when that spot was stroked. His Childe had come when those bastards fucked him. His William enjoyed what they did to him. That fucking bitch begged for them to fuck him harder!

Angelus had started growling the closer he got to the bedroom. By the time he actually reached the door, the rage was so great it only took one punch to break the door down. The sight that greeted him snapped him back to sanity as if a bucket of holy water had doused him.

The room looked like a tempest had blown through. There wasn't one stick of furniture left intact in the place. The bed, the big oak bed, had been reduced to pieces too small to even be used for kindling. The mattresses had been shredded and the floor was covered in tick, like a winter morning after Christmas. Pottery and glass littered everything and the thick shutter covering the broken window creaked on one last hinge. Fortunately the upstairs balcony kept the room from being flooded in sunlight. Blood decorated everywhere, too much for any comfort. Holes were punched in the walls and gouges, the size of fingernails, decorated the plaster and peeled the wallpaper.

If Angelus had a heart, it would have stopped when he failed to see his Childe. Where was he? He told those bastards not to dust him. If his William was dust, what Darla would have done to them would be child's play once he had his hands on them.

He frantically looked around, searching for the boy. There! Huddled in a darken corner, beside the broken washbasin, was the bloody and broken body of his Childe. Angelus approached the battered figure. Just as he touched William, he flinched from him. He didn't think that it would have hurt him, but it did. All Angelus wanted to do was to help the boy, and William didn't want him to touch him.

William tried to see out of swollen eyes. He flinched at the touch. He thought that the men had left. He thought that his hellish ordeal was finished. It seems that he was wrong. One of them must have come back. If he was going to finish him off, William wished that he would just get on with it. The young vampire wouldn't stop him. He wasn't good for anything anymore. He was soiled. Dirty. Defiled. Drusilla would never want to him to touch her again. And as for Angelus, he had no idea where he stood with the older vampire.

William was still confused about his lover's role in all of this and still held out the hope that those creatures who had violated him had been lying. Perhaps Angelus hadn't intended for things to go as far as they did. Perhaps the reason that he hadn't been rescued was because Andgelus had been held against his will, not knowing what had 'really' happened to William.

But as his vision cleared a bit, he could now see that Angelus was back. He was here and he didn't seem any worse for wear. Oh, William could tell that Angelus hadn't slept, but he could also tell that he hadn't had to fight his way out. No bloody and swollen lip. No blacken eyes. No broken bones that he could see. Angelus's clothes were as impeccable as ever. Where had he been and what had he been doing while William had been raped and beaten? The young vampire wanted answers and he wanted them now.

William awkwardly opened his still dislocated mouth to speak, intending to find out what was going on. Nothing came out but a blood bubbling wheeze. His throat had not healed completely and he hadn't been allowed to feed while those men were there.

Angelus abruptly picked up his Childe, wincing at the hiss of pain the younger vampire emitted. Broken bones must have accidently ground together. He took his burden to another bedroom and gently laid him down on the bed. Angelus poured a basin of water, attempting to clean up the bloodied body. He gave up after the water turned a deep red and he wasn't even down to William's throat. He'll have to bathe his Childe in the tub.

Fortunately, the house that they were currently living in had been modernize. It had a fully functioning water closet, complete with hot water taps and a large claw footed tub. The pipes shuddered and shook as the water pumped and the larger vampire didn't wait for it to heat. Angelus kept the flow running and concentrated on splashing the water on William's naked body. The more he became clean, the worse William looked. Bite marks decorated his pale body. One nipple was hanging on by a slim thread of skin. Bruises, cuts, burns, and claw marks marred the once perfect skin. Most of the honey-blond hair had been pulled out and Angelus knew that it'll be months before it grew completely back in. Dislocated jaw, broken nose, arms, ribs, leg . . . Angelus lost count of all the jutting bones poking though the parchment like skin. His tentacles were crushed and his penis was mangled. Angelus could put his whole fist into William's hole and still have room for his other hand. He still wasn't sure about internal injuries. As long as he wasn't dust, he could be fixed.

Angelus did what he could in the bath, William lost consciousness half way though. The dark haired vampire felt another surge of anger. It was true that he wasn't permanently marked, but it would take weeks, maybe a month before William would be fit to hunt. Not even the lowest street whore would come near a man as hideous looking as he was now. He'll have to feed William himself. A prospect not as unpleasant to contend with. Feeding his Childe from himself always got him hard. Perhaps William need not hunt ever again.

Once William stopped bleeding and the water ran clear, Angelus picked him up and placed him back on the bed. It took him hours to fix the broken bones and bandage up the ripped skin. He looked like a mummy lying there like that. Just before dawn, a chimney sweeper came knocking at the servants entrance in the back. It was nice when food delivered itself.

Angelus wiped away the taste of coal from his lips and sliced his wrist open with a fang. Wedging the wound into the injured Childe's mouth, he let the blood flood the slack lips. It took a long minute before the demon awoke and weakly fed. Angelus ignored the erotic pull of the feeding, concentrating instead on the health of his Childe. When the demon retreated, having had it's fill, Angleus left William alone in the bed and found another bedroom to sleep in. He knew that if he crawled into that bed, the only thing on his mind would be to satisfy his cock. William was too injured to enjoy his attentions. It'll take a while for him to return to virgin tightness and Angelus loathed a loose hole. And besides, he still hadn't heard an apology from his Childe. Angelus was still going to hear an apology if he had to beat it out of William himself.

William woke up days later, alone and in pain. He could tell that he'd been recently fed and that the bones were knitting. The itching was driving him crazy, but he was still too weak to do anything about it. He slid back into darkness.

A week later and William was now able to move about. Except for feeding him, he hadn't seen Angelus at all. Mostly the minions made sure he had what he needed and then left him alone. William had time to think. Too much time to think. It was time to get his answers.

William wondered downstairs, searching for Angelus. He found him in the setting room, finishing off a maid. Angelus dropped the girl, rising to his feet.

"William, my boy. What are you doing up? You should still be abed. Go back up and I'll be there directly to feed you."

William just stood there, swaying a little. There was only one thing on his mind. One important question that he had to ask.

"Why?"

His voice was whisper soft; due to the many injuries, the healing was still going on. Angelus looked into those wide blue eyes. There was confusion and bewilderment in those depths. Confusion and bewilderment along with the pain. He searched carefully and found just a trace of love. Just a trace, but that trace was still too much. Anger flared up again. How was he going to get an apology if that stupid Childe of his was still in love with him? He wasn't sure what he could do to crush that last bit of stupid emotion from him, but by God, he'll find some way to do it. Anger colored his voice as he answered William.

"Why, what William?"

William nearly quelled from the sheer menace coming from the older vampire. But, he steeled himself. After all, if he could have survive his ordeal a lifetime ago, he could stand up to a little anger from Angelus.

"Why did you do it?"

There was a moment of silence as Angelus turned from the body on the floor and fixed himself a drink.

"Do what, boy? You'll have to be more specific then that. I've done lots of things in my existence."

William couldn't really understand it. He knew that Angleus knew what he was talking about. Why the subterfuge? He shifted his feet a little, knowing that he fidgeted like a small child, but not knowing how to stop it.

"Why those . . . creatures? Did you really . . . sell me to them? Tell me that they were lying! Please, tell me that they were lying."

Unbidden, tears welled up and spilled from those deep blue eyes. All William wanted was for Angelus to say that they were lying. That the whole thing was a horrible, horrible mistake. That he hadn't meant for things to go as far as they had. He wanted something to hold on to. Some shred of hope.

Angelus took his time to answer. Maybe now he would have the ammunition to finally wipe that look of love out of William's eyes. Now, he could have the Childe he wanted. A strong Childe. A Childe to be proud of. And the best way to do all of that would be to tell the truth. Surprisingly, something that a vampire wouldn't normally do and by telling the truth, he'll solve all of his problems.

"Of course they weren't lying, William. I did sell you to them. And you cost them a pretty penny too. You were a very expensive treat."

William felt the room sway under his feet. Everything dimmed and then came back with a startling sharp clarity. The colors in the room brightened and the smells became nearly overwhelming. He looked at Angelus, hoping against hope that this was merely a joke. Just some sick prank by the older vampire. But, looking into those deep brown eyes, he could tell that he was serious. No hint of humor. No hint of remorse for what William had gone through.

"'An expensive treat'? Why, Angleus? Just tell me why."

Angelus took his time answering. Slowly he sipped his drink and nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"It suited me at the time."

William stared at him in disbelief. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he was able to speak.

"It . . . it suited you at the time!? I love you! I thought that you loved me, too. You don't do that to someone you love just because it suited you at the time! Did you go insane and forget to tell me?"

Now, Angelus let his temper be known. Just this last little bit and maybe it would push him over the edge. Maybe that love look could die a disgusting death. Very dramatically, he threw his mostly full glass into the fireplace. The glass shattered and the fire roared up angrily with the addition to the alcohol. Angelus took the five steps necessary to bring him chest to chest with his Childe. He gripped the delicate chin with cruel fingers and made sure that the other vampire couldn't escape his clutches. He force his tone to be as cruel and brutal as possible. Not difficult considering how on edge and angry he felt.

"You listen to me, boy! I didn't love you! Demons don't love. It makes them weak and useless and I won't have anyone in my line like that! You're nothing but a convenient hole for me to fuck. Something that I could amuse myself with while my women are away. You are nothing but a tight holed whore for me play with. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand, Boy?!"

Everything in William shattered, like the glass upon the grate, at those words. He could see, looking into those brown eyes, that Angelus meant every word of what he said. A pain he'd never felt before pierced his chest. Not even when Cecily rejected him, did he feel this much pain. Angelus saw that last spark of hope and love die in those deep blue eyes. His demon wanted to crow with triumph.

T.B.C.