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He shuffled his newly undead feet with apprehension as he stood in front of the door. He knew that he had to knock, but he didn't want to. To say he was scared was an understatement. His hand went up to the door to knock... then stopped. He paced for a while. Stopped and stared at the mahogany beauty in front of him before pacing again. Then he stopped, and took a deep unnecessary breath and tried to knock on the door except he couldn't knock because it had been opened. Shite. He was going to be in trouble. He knew it.
London 1880
"What is it boy?"
He was silent. Nervous even.
"Come on now, spit it out. Cannae ye not see that I'm otherwise engaged?"
The very naked Angelus gestured towards a very naked and now very annoyed Darla lying rather openly on his bed.
"Sorry Angelus, didn't know."
"Didn't know? Didn't know?! Oh please. Ye know what I do every night Will, don't lie to me."
"What's wrong *this* time?"
Angelus turned to his sire.
"It's just Will. Pay no mind to it."
"I will pay mind to it Angelus. It's the third time this week! What's happened now?"
"Ye heard the lady. What's happened this time?"
"It's Drusilla."
Darla was vexed and getting rather restless.
"Drusilla? That's it! Angelus, stake the girl! Stake the boy!"
"You know I cannae stake the lad. He shows promise. You should have seen him last night. Murdering like the best of them. He's going to be my special boy."
"You said the same about Penn and look where that ended up. The whole point of him was to keep Drusilla amused. It's not working so just get rid of them both!"
"Ignore her my lad, she's just desperate for sex. Come in."
"What?" "What?!"
Darla and William said in unison, one a little surprised on being asked in when Angelus and Darla were clearly in the middle of something, the other being irritated since it had been centuries since she had an audience. Angelus just ignored the two of them, since he always got his way. He pulled William further into the room and moved towards his bed where he continued with Darla where he'd left off. William had only been a member of the living dead for a fortnight and so was unaccustomed to their openness and clearly over sexed nature. That wasn't inbuilt in the demon like the bloodlust was, it was something you were taught, if you were properly raised that is. Angelus made careful note to teach all his children well. Barring the insane one who was the cause of William's visit, because she could not be reached. William shifted from foot to foot and glanced around observing the heavily curtained windows and anything else he could observe. He really didn't know where to put his eyes. There was something about watching people making love that didn't seem right.
"What are ye standing there for? Sit!"
He motioned towards the empty side of the bed and William obeyed as he knew he should. Best course of action to avoid the thrashing he received the week before...
"What's the matter now Will?" Angelus began amidst thrusting atop Darla's fragile form.
"The way you're acting, I'd think ye'd never seen real passion before."
It had nothing to do with the fact that he was watching in on two people since he'd done so before, it was just that the whole situation was rather odd. Rather odd was an understatement in fact. This was downright bizarre.
"So tell me, what's wrong with Drusilla?"
"Oh for God's sake. Are you having a conversation or are fucking me? Make up your mind!"
"Both my sweet. Call it good time keeping. Hush up love, don't pretend you don't love this..."
Darla pondered this for moment, and realised he was right. For some reason this new situation was far more erotic. She left her complaints about the boys and got back to fondling herself to feel better.
"So, about Drusilla, you were saying?"
"She's mewing that she can't sleep without you. She needs you up there. I've tried to console her but she insists."
"Uurgh..."
Angelus never let up for one moment.
"I see. Well, my best... hey scoot over a bit would ye?"
William moved and perched even more precariously on the edge of the bed, wondering why he was being asked to move all of a sudden. Then he was answered. Angelus, without ever removing himself from within Darla, held her tightly to him before rolling right over until she could sit up and straddle him.
"Wow," William commented. "That was quite a manoeuvre."
"Thanks."
William gave up, as this whole situation was silly. He adjusted himself so he was comfortable, but he was so close to the loving couple that every time Darla moved, she was rubbing up against them both. Not that William was objecting to this in the least...
"As I was saying Will, my best advice was to put her dolls to sleep."
"They're not tired. The stars are singing too loudly for them to sleep."
Angelus' hands rested on Darla's hips as she ground her pelvis into him over and over again. He slowly moved his hands up to her waist, before grabbing his side.
"Ah! I think I did my back in yesterday. Fondle her bosom for me would ye? Don't want to go straining meself unnecessarily."
He was answered by a rising of William's eyebrows in questioning, and that was in turn answered by a scowl that said 'Do it or I'll spank you'. William did as he was told.
"Well, have you tried placing her Maleficent in a bowl of water? That sometimes does the trick."
"Not this time. I even tried putting Miss Edith and Miss Charlotte in warm milk and that didn't work. Normally it wouldn't matter, but she really needs to sleep."
"Aaahhhh..."
"Darla, can't ye see we're having a conversation here?"
This conversation continued, completely ignoring Darla's moans of pleasure.
"Last resort young Will. If the stars sing too loudly, you could wrap all the dolls ears."
"Come on Angelus!"
William's hands left Darla in a moment of frustration.
"You know how many dolls *you* bought for her. It would take a century before I could wrap them all."
"Oooooooh!"
"Dammit woman! Can't ye have an orgasm in silence?"
That shut her up. The youngest vampire frowned in puzzlement before continuing to give Darla's breasts the attention they deserved.
"Tell you what then boy, I'll be up in a few moments to try and calm her down. Tell her that."
"Thanks Sire."
He then bent down and flicked his tongue across Darla's nipple.
"Hey, hey hey! My woman!"
William gave Angelus what was soon to become his trademark smirk and then he left and returned to Drusilla.
It was a little while later that Angelus, having recovered his strength gently pushed the bedroom door to avoid the creaking to wake the children. Fortunately, one was awake, and the one that wasn't awake had a tendency to sleep like the dead. Funny, since he was dead. Drusilla was still wide-awake, sitting in bed with her knees firmly held against her chest. She merely rocked back and forth, and her cheeks were stained as she'd been crying for a while. Angelus let his eyes wander to the younger of the two who had clearly fallen asleep trying. Poor boy, exhausted beyond imagination. He had blood on his cheek, scratched he could see. Drusilla must have lashed out at some point whilst agitated.
"Dru..."
"Angel."
Angelus crept into the bed and crawled in between the two. He laid back and took Drusilla in his arms.
"My angel... I had a terrible fright..."
"Shhh now. 'Tis all right. Daddy's here."
God, I wish I hadn't driven her this mad.
Drusilla was still clutching at his chest but she was calmer now. Angelus kept a hand rubbing circles in the small of her back, and it seemed to be working. Except he could feel another hand on him. William had subconsciously rolled over and now mirrored Drusilla, clutching on to him in the exact same way. It was quite a sight.
Angelus took this opportunity to admire his new family. He had on one side his dark wonder, and on the other his bright light. They complimented each other. And they were fabulous out on the hunt. He'd taught them well. He admired Drusilla in the manner he had done for a while. She still wasn't able to sleep alone. Since being turned, she'd slept in the same bed as Darla and Angelus, and now she didn't. It had taken her a while to come around to it, and hopefully she'd get better soon as she got closer to what was technically her Childe. Granted, Angelus wasn't planning on raising him that way, he was raising him as his own, but the bond between Drusilla and William had to grow stronger. It started with the sleeping arrangements. At least now he was in bed with them both, Drusilla had finally stopped moving. She was asleep. Angelus turned his focus away from her, and to the newest member of the pack. William. William the Bloody or so he'd heard on his late night pub-crawls. Being dead didn't stop his taste for liquor. Angelus leaned forward and gently allowed his tongue to clean up the blood that remained on William's face. His blood tasted slightly different than usual, but this was ignored as William's brows furrowed in his sleep.
What's wrong with him?
Angelus watched him as he grew more frustrated.
"Shhh... Come on now Will! This ain't no time to be whimpering. Aww... ye cannae hear me can ye?"
Angelus thought about what to do. He'd take William out on hunt alone tomorrow without the women. Up near the railway. There were always easy pickings there. He rubbed his back in the same way he'd done to Drusilla, and it had the same effect.
"There you go. Shhh now..."
Angelus knew his brood. He smiled at his two creations. Angelus kissed both his children on the forehead before allowing himself to fall asleep with them in his arms.
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Author's Note: It's been a long long time, I will never let such a gap happen ever again babes I promise, but I had to have these two chapters out together to prevent the previous one seeming too... what's the word?... slashy. Not that I'm in anyway opposed to Angel/Spike slash, I mean, I'm in full support of it, I just never planned on writing it. It is in fact my favourite pairing, hence why there are the undertones so far. Deep in my psyche, behind everything, Spike and Angel are just going at it 24 hours a day... ::sigh::
