A/N: Remember when I said that the Aus/Wm relationship was not slashy? Well, I lied. It is kind of slashy, but in a nice way, really I won't even need to change the rating. And, I know this is short, next chapter will be the last one, hope you enjoy it.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Spike felt a rush of white pain in his chest, and the stake was gone. He looked up to Angelus, and he gave him the piece of wood wordlessly. Will almost dropped it.
"Kill him" the words were spoken quietly. William looked at the stake, still stained with his blood, then at Angelus. He nodded and lunged at Lawrence who was apparently still frozen in his place.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
William let out all the fear and anger he had felt when he had been pinned against the wall, and ignoring the pain in his chest fought with all his might. Lawrence wasn't very old, and he was overcome by the fledgling in no time.
"Good" praised Angelus once Will had shrugged the dust off "Now feed".
Spike grinned widely as Angelus dragged from a corner the human girl that had been the reason of the whole thing. He latched on the girl's neck without further prompting. Once he was done, he dropped the body and Angelus led the way home.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Go to your room" Spike didn't question the order; he just bowed his head and crossed the lobby to the stairs, just like the good boy they both knew he wasn't. He didn't even dare to glance at Angelus. Whatever came after this, he knew he deserved it.
Angelus watched closely as his youngest walked upstairs, he was limping slightly and had a hand clutching the place where he had been staked. He breathed, catching a scent that he could only define as 'home'. Drusilla and Darla where out, catching young gentle man in a big society party. They probably wouldn't get home until dawn. He poured himself a glass of scotch and downed it quickly. He had feared for the boy. He hadn't wanted him to die. He had been worried. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone but himself, but still the boy had made him worry and he had to pay for that. As soon as the boy could walk properly again, and breath without feeling pain he was going to flog him to the point where he wouldn't be able to raise his arms for weeks.
He downed another glass of scotch before following William upstairs.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Strip"
William lifted his head from the bed, and saw Angelus standing by the door. Under other circumstances he would've been… not exactly thrilled by the command, but he wouldn't have had that sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. Under other circumstances, he even might've complied quickly, if only to save himself some pain.
"Angelus" he started quietly "look mate, I know I got myself into this, I know you're going to beat me raw, but please" his eyes turned pleading "let's do, whatever you're planning on doing some other time" Angelus said nothing, so Will rambled on "you can make it hurt the same tomorrow…" he trailed off, Angelus had closed the door behind him and was standing at the foot of the bed.
"Must I repeat myself?" William swore to himself and stood up, his back to Angelus so the older vampire couldn't see the pain reflected in his features. He eased the shirt from his arms very carefully. There was a hole in his chest, and crying out was not something he fancied doing, especially when Angelus was in the room. Once the shirt was off, he turned around and met Angelus eyes.
The master vampire said nothing until he saw William was unbuttoning his pants.
"Stop" he said quietly and Will obeyed immediately, letting out a small sigh of relief. "Sit down" Angelus motioned the boy to the bed, the fledgling obeyed without question, just like a scolded puppy. Angelus smiled at the mental image. He idly wondered how mush of his puppy's attitude was mere acting, and how good an actor was he.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
