What Next - Chapter 3, Part 2

A/N: For anyone who hasn't noticed thus far, this contains slash. Meaning in this chapter Spike and Angel will have sex. If that bothers you, I suggest you stop reading. Also, this is not happy sex. So please, no flames because this isn't a fluffy chapter. If you want the NC-17 version of this chapter, it's posted on my site. Also, this chap contains cruelty to puppies, but it is relevant, not gratuitous.

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London, 1880

Angelus had never been much for tradition; he left all that to his Sire, who was thankfully in Paris at the time. He didn't bury William; instead he had taken the boy back to the house where he and Drusilla were staying. Laying William down in the master bedroom, he had ordered minions to clean and dress the body. As he oversaw the washing of his new Childe, Drusilla whined about having her new toy taken away so soon.

"Daddy's taken my pet away… We hadn't finished our little game, William and I. My pet wants to play more, look how his eyes beg for it…" She began to hum softly, rocking back and forth.

"His eyes are closed, Dru," Angelus sighed and had one of his rare moments when he wished he hadn't driven her mad. "You didn't finish what you started, Childe. You would have killed the boy if I hadn't been there to feed him," Angelus reminded her. "You can have your precious William when I'm done with him."

"But daddy isn't careful, he breaks all my toys," she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out.

"You shouldn't pick toys that break so easily then, Drusilla." He smiled coldly and swept past her, heading upstairs, to William.

He nearly gasped aloud at the sight before him. Even in death, William was still beautiful, the peaceful expression on his face making him look even younger than the twenty-five years Angelus had estimated him to be. His skin was soft and smooth; unblemished from years of easy living. It would stay that way forever now, preserved like a memory.

Angelus wondered how that skin would feel against his, how it would taste... But there would be time for that later, when his Childe rose. He made the necessary preparations; food was sent for, and minions were ordered to retire for the day and to make themselves scarce the following night.

He climbed into bed next to his Childe, softly stroking the dirty blond locks of the other man's hair, caressing his cold, dead skin one last time before sleep claimed him. So very beautiful…

As sunset approached, he rose to find a chair, placing it next to the bed so that he could see his Childe as he rose for the first time.

He watched as the man before him slowly woke, and he caught a glimpse of blue peeking out from beneath smoky lashes. Disoriented at first, William shrank back into the bed, eyes opening wide in confusion. Blue gave way to gold soon enough, and ridges formed as his true face was brought forth. Snarling, he struggled to rise; he desperately needed to feed.

Angelus reached for the food he had brought up earlier; a young girl of about sixteen. He presented her to William, who promptly ripped and tore at the girl's neck, causing her to scream out in pain and fear. He hungrily sucked down the blood that poured forth from the wound, his demon growling in pleasure at the taste. So this was what innocence tasted like...

But Angelus didn't let him finish. When the barest edge had been taken off of his hunger, the Sire had suddenly ripped the girl away from his Childe, finishing her himself.

William was outraged; her blood had been warm and rich, and he was still so very hungry... He lunged at the older vampire, intent on taking the girl back. Angelus knocked his Childe down with a single swipe of his hand, ordering him to stay there with a low warning growl. Finishing the girl, he tossed her carelessly aside, and then amusedly fingered one of the long scratches she had inflicted upon his chest in her struggle to free herself.

William was mesmerized by the small trickle of blood the scratch had produced; it screamed to be tasted. Before either vampire could register his actions, he found his mouth attached to the wound, nibbling and sucking, aching to get at every bit of that precious substance he could find. Sire's blood.

But he found himself knocked to the floor once again, with the dark man snarling above him. Have I done something wrong? Please, just one more taste…

Angelus had secretly enjoyed the trespass, but if he were to make the boy a proper vampire, he could not tolerate such a gross breach of etiquette. He grabbed William by the neck and slammed him against the wall, drawing out a small whimper of pain from the fledgling. Growling, he admonished his newest Childe. "Never drink from me without my permission. Sire's blood is a gift, not a privilege. Do you understand, Childe?" Demanding brown eyes bored into rebellious blue-gold ones.

William understood, but he could never obey. One taste of that forbidden blood and he was forever addicted. He wanted, needed more, and he would get it. He tried to pry his Sire's fingers away from his throat, but Angelus' grip was far too strong. Frustrated, he dug his nails into his Sire's hand.

With an angry roar, Angelus slammed his Childe against the wall once more, then quickly released him, letting him fall to the ground in an awkward heap. His newest Childe was turning out to be more fun than expected, which was unfortunate; he wanted the game to last longer. He was already hard, desperate to finish William's turning. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to just fuck his Childe senseless. The first time would always be the best remembered, and he wanted to make an impression.

He turned to grab a few things out of the chest on the far side of the room, but was suddenly tackled from behind by a very determined William. The fledgling quickly latched onto Angelus' neck and drank greedily, moaning softly in between mouthfuls of blood. God, he was unstoppable… Angelus groaned softly, and none-too-gently shoved the little leech away from his neck.

William snarled his displeasure and disappointment, and then gasped in surprise as Angelus grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. He keened in pleasure as Angelus began to tear at his Childe's clothing, tossing the ripped fabric aside.

William's world finally snapped back into focus when his demon suddenly relinquished control amidst its pleasure, slipping back into the recesses of his mind; for the first time that night he was truly aware of who he was with and what this was all inevitably leading to.

He panicked, and began thrashing in an attempt to escape, but this only further fueled Angelus' desire. What...how... must get out of here... ungh. He knew something was terribly wrong, but he couldn't think clearly. The alley...he remembered a beautiful woman, offering him... this. But that didn't explain the dark man above him, or the metallic taste in his mouth… Blood… I drank…blood… Her blood, his blood... And it most certainly didn't explain why his body was responding to the other man's the way it was... He'd never experienced sensations like this before, and he was pretty sure that it wasn't supposed to happen with another man... But God help me, it feels so good, so right... No. It was wrong, he was sure of it. He made a weak attempt to push Angelus away.

Angelus was being anything but gentle, and William was ashamed that he had let loose a very unmanly yelp when the older man had scratched him hard enough to draw blood. But the moan that had escaped when Angelus lapped up the blood he had drawn, that was what finally broke him. Silent tears began to roll down his cheeks. He didn't understand any of this, didn't understand why he was so needy and repulsed at the same time, and how that disastrous incident with Cecily was ending here. 

Suddenly, he was flipped over so that he was lying on his face, with the dark man pawing at his back. The tears came faster; he knew what would come next. As much as his mother had tried to shelter him from the ways of the world, he had heard what some men did with each other for pleasure, that there were places in the less reputable parts of London... He had never imagined that he would experience anything of the sort firsthand.

But as scared and as repulsed as he was by the idea, his body cried out for the other man's. He needed him, wanted him; it would somehow make him whole. So while his mind screamed out in confusion and fear, his body unconsciously moved against the other man's, searching, seeking the pleasure that was to come. Pleasure? He doubted very much that there could be pleasure derived from this; if he correctly understood how this would work, it would be quite painful. So where had that traitorous thought come from?

As Angelus readied himself, he caught the scent of salt... The boy was crying. A wicked grin flashed across his face. This was getting better by the minute... The boy and his demon weren't fully integrated yet, and apparently he didn't cherish the thought of being with another man.

 William was sobbing now, confused and hurting. There was a darkness inside him, growing; it begged to be hurt again and again, wanted what the dark man was offering. It burned for him. And it was eating William alive. He kicked and screamed, assaulted from all sides... and there was nowhere for him to run.

Full-fledged terror was rolling off the boy in waves; he could taste it. And a darker flavor accompanied it...desire. The demon was taking hold; it was time to finish this. Without any further delay he shoved inside the boy, and began to pump in and out, his passage slicked with blood. After his initial shout of shock and pain, William grew eerily silent. Determined to get a response out of the boy, Angelus rode him harder, fingers digging into his Childe's hips, fingernails creating crescents of blood.

He gave up, in the end. There was no escaping. The much older and larger man was determined to have his way, and William let him. He was distantly aware of the dark man trying to hurt him, pushing him to respond, but he just withdrew further inside himself.

He was suddenly met with a flaming ball of fury that fought and kicked and rose to the surface of his mind.

You dare to ignore the attentions of our Sire?  A strange yet familiar voice in his head roared in anger.

I don't know what a Sire is… I just want to go home, William whimpered.

He set us free, we were nothing before him! Now he pleasures us, and you hide? This may be the only night he pays us attention, and you ruin it! The voice grew stronger, louder, so insistent…

Wake up, William! He shuddered as the fire consumed him, and he was suddenly filled with the knowledge of the demon as they merged and became one. Power. He could feel it, coursing through his veins.

Angelus felt the shift in the man below him, and knew that his Childe was complete. He pushed harder, faster, intent on his own completion.

He finally understood why this coupling was so pleasurable, despite the pain. Pain was pleasure, and he was in a considerable amount of both at the moment.

He didn't care much for being shoved face-first into the bed, however… He decided to make things a bit more interactive. Experimentally, he shoved back the next time his Sire surged forward, and was immediately met with a gasp of surprise and pleasure. He repeated the action several times, reveling in the satisfied sounds he elicited from the older man. But he soon tired of this game; it was taking forever for Angelus to get off, and while the experience wasn't nearly as bad as it had been a few minutes before, he was eager to end it. Time to change the rules, then.

Angelus grunted in surprise when he was suddenly knocked on his back, and he snarled in anger when his Childe slid off him. He cursed himself for being so careless, so caught up in passion as to allow his Childe to take him by surprise.

William grinned cheekily at the dark expression on his Sire's face, and laughed out loud at how Angelus' face twisted when he placed himself back on his Sire, sitting down hard in one swift motion. Laughter quickly turned to gasps of pleasure as he rode his Sire… His hands reached out, desperate to grab and hold, and they finally settled on Angelus' shoulders, gripping and releasing with each downward stroke.

Angelus was too shocked to move. He had never heard of anything like this happening during a turning; then again, it was unlikely that any master vampire would want it known that they had been overpowered by a Childe not even a day old. Granted, after the initial shock had worn off, he could've flipped William back over, giving him a painful lesson in showing the proper respect for his Sire…but he was enjoying his Childe's attentions far too much. For someone who had died an innocent, William was surprisingly talented.

It ended all too soon. Angelus shouted his release, then he was pushing William off, wiping himself clean with the edge of the sheet. Silently he stood, pulling on his trousers, leaving without a backward glance. William lay deathly still, in a growing pool of blood, still painfully hard.

That was the first time Angelus had left him without a word, and it was far from being the last. _______________________________________________________________________

Sunrise was only an hour and a half away, and he still had no idea as to what he was going to do. Not to mention the fact that he had run out of booze twenty minutes ago. He cursed one of the few disadvantages of being a vampire; high metabolism. He was already starting to sober up, and his head hurt like a bitch. Not to mention all his other parts that had been injured in the bar fight earlier.

The pain he could handle, but the serious thoughts that came with the clearing of his head were overwhelming. He had no life. He had a broken down car, the clothes on his back, and very little cash left. No close friends, no job, no place to stay. Unless I decide to take the great poof up on his offer…

Groaning out loud, he realized that his decision had already been made. He hated to admit it, but he needed to be a part of something bigger than himself, not to mention a place to stay, and joining Angel's gang of do-gooders was the best way to go about it. So, back to the Hyperion it is, then.

He twisted around in his seat, searching for his car keys, having to sift through an endless sea of empty cans and bottles. With a quick stop by the liquor store first…

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      He'd ended up getting pissed again. At first he had told himself that he was just drinking to alleviate the hangover, but he found himself seeking overall numbness again. It hurt to feel. So he'd just stop feeling for a while.

But the numbness refused to come, leaving him to face the emotions building inside him. Stupid, sodding soul. It made everything all wrong, it made him wrong, he wanted it out…

No, not really, just more typical Spike bullshit. He winced at the thought; it sounded exactly like something his Sire might say. Full circle…always, back to Angel…and oh, how he hated it. The obsession he had harbored for his Sire when he was first turned…

But he had never been good enough for Angelus. Angrily, he slammed a bottle against the dash, shattering it. How could he have been so stupid? He blamed it on youth, but it didn't deaden the pain. A plan began to form in his mind. He was older, wiser, stronger now. He'd show that wanker a thing or two.

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He'd forgotten how cruel he had been to Spike as Angelus; he had placed those memories in the mental box labeled 'Angelus - Do Not Open'. William had been an obsession of his, he wanted to torture the boy till he broke, and then put him back together, forming his Childe into his own image.

William had been like a little lost puppy when he was first turned, happy and oh-so-eager to please. Angelus liked puppies. Well, nailing them to walls at any rate. He just adored the way they squealed when the nails first pierced their skin, the yelps they gave as they tried to wriggle their way free, and the soft whines of helplessness they made as they gave up all hopes of escape.

 Angelus couldn't wait to discover all the sounds he could force from his new Childe.

William had done his best to please his Sire, eager to experience more of what had been given to him that first night. But Angelus had pointedly ignored his newest Childe. He wanted William to beg for it, to come crawling to his Sire, desperate with need…

It had taken three weeks. Three weeks and William was slowly going mad. He became so distracted he often forgot to feed. He was slowly wasting away, his already slim figure becoming skeletal, his skin turning paper-thin, transparent. He would stare at his Sire for hours, silent and longing for attention.

When he finally broke down he had quietly asked to feel his Sire inside him once again, embarrassment written all over his face. But Angelus ignored him. William repeated his need for his Sire, eyes begging. Angelus slowly met his gaze, and his Childe shuddered under his scrutiny, but steeled himself and asked a third time. His Sire remained eerily silent, a faint look of disdain on his face, almost as if he had just discovered he'd stepped in something unpleasant.

William begged, he pleaded, he grabbed at the older man's clothes, saying he would do anything, anything at all, if only his Sire would fill him one last time. Angelus simply laughed at the boy, ripping his already tattered heart to shreds. Then, deciding he had played long enough, he had taken the boy again and again, roughly, violently, intent on tearing his Childe in two. He rode on a river of blood and his Childe's pained screams; the power of the taking coursed through him like a drug. He was becoming as addicted as his Childe; he craved the sense of power that came from his complete and utter control over William.

But there was something else there as well that drew him to the fledgling… The eyes that begged him to stop while pleading for more… A look of pain a century old. It was intoxicating.

It had been a sick and twisted relationship, and Angel was more than surprised that Spike had survived it. But then again, that's what made him so special, wasn't it? Angelus had admired the boy's secret strength and his uncanny ability to adapt… It made the prospect of breaking the boy especially sweet.

Angel felt sick. He wanted to make things right, he wanted to make amends with Spike. But how? He didn't think an "I'm sorry I fucked with your mind to the point that you began to thank me for abusing you daily" would cut it.