Angelus
Backside Virgin
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"Want. Take. Have."
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« on: August 26, 2005, 10:17:15 PM » |
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My second foray into the world of Buffy/Angel spinoff fanfic.
Angelus, William/Spike, Drusilla and Darla are the property of Joss Wheaton and Mutant Enemy productions. I am using them here solely for the purpose of writing fanfic as amusement.
Story is rated NC-17 and contains shaving, M/m sex, Daddy!kink. All characters are adults.
                           Soothing Syrup
The linen nightshirt must have belonged to the young son, the one who now lay slumped behind the door with his neck at an impossible angle. Angelus smoothed the materal over his boy's chest, drawing it down the lithe younger male's body. William lay on the carpet before the hearth, limp as a rag doll, looking for all the world dead as the boy behind the door. William's cornflower blue eyes were glassy and fixed on some unseen presence past Angelus' shoulder. The boy's honey-gold curls fell over his smooth brow and his full, cupid's bow lips were slightly parted as he murmured semi-intelligably under the powerful Irishman's minstrations.
"There, there lad. Just hold still like a good boy and we'll soon have you all sorted out."
Angelus' Irish lilt was soothing as he ran a thumb down the curve of a high cheekbone, brushed it over those full lips, so soft and innocent now that they weren't smirking or sneering. The boy turned towards his sire's face at the sound of his voice, eyes wide and searching. He raised one white hand towards the Irishman's face, and struggled to sit.
"Ah! Ah, no love. . . .Dru, Princess, I think William's getting a bit fussy again, and I want him calm and quiet when we get him sorted out. Better fix him his bottle."
Angelus gently pushed the boy back down and stroked him, whispering soothingly. Although William was a good five inches shorter than the Irishman, and lean as a whippet, the borrowed nightshirt was very short on him, scarcely falling below the younger man's slim hips.
Angelus stroked the lean, muscular thighs, whiter than the ivory colored linen of the nightshirt, and lightly kissed the boy's forehead. William whimpered and struggled to touch his sire's face, staring wide eyed, completely bare and vulnerable.
Drusilla poured another draught from the bottle on the bedside table. This dose she poured not into the whiskey tumbler that had held the boy's first dose, but into a baby's glass feeding bottle, its previous owner no longer having need of it, the nursery cot overturned and still, the quilts reddened and rent. She poured more whiskey into the bottle over the medicine, and fitted the rubber teat atop, giggling delightedly. Daddy always thought of the lovliest games.
"Here Daddy, and I've put a bit of whiskey in so he'll not complain of the nasty medicine taste. Oh, my lovely Spike shall make such a sweet baby, won't he, Daddy darling?"
"Thank you, princess, yes a pretty baby he'll make indeed. Now, fetch the basin and soap, and strop me razor whilst I get the baby fed."
Angelus pulled the limp boy into his lap, cradling William's head in the crook of his arm and tenderly gazing down at the face that was currently staring up at him with the longing adoration that he'd been waiting so long to see on it. The boy's face was a window to all his inner passions, and Angelus had seen it twisted with fury, seething with impotent rage, with lust, with jealousy, sullen and brooding, and twisted into a cocky grin or an insolent smirk. He'd seen this look of raw, undisguised need and adoration rarely, usually when the boy was beneath him, and being forced to submit to his sire's amorous attentions, backside raw and welted with blooming bruises after a well-deserved punishment. William would never acknowledge that this part of him existed, no more than he'd acknowledge that he deliberately pushed Angelus to punish him, to subjugate him and force him to submit; no more than he'd admit that the force was necessary only for William's fragile ego, because he hadn't the courage to ask his sire for what he needed and wanted.
Angelus stroked the boy's cheek with his thumb as he cradled the youth in his lap. Although William had been in his early twenties when he blundered into Angelus' little family, the boy had a look of arrested adolescence. Now, his alabaster pale and cool firm flesh slightly warmed by the fire, the boy's relaxed form looked like a statue, Ganymede, perhaps. Angelus thought he could choose no better youth for his cup-bearer, if only the boy would stop his stupid resistance and accept his true nature, give in to what he wanted anyway.
"There, there, bairn. . . open up. . . aye, tis time fer yer feeding, and then Daddy will get his baby boy all sweet and clean the way he should be. . . there's a good lad. That's it, baby, open up for Daddy. Ah, there's Daddy's precious boy."
Angelus poured out the tender sentiments he could only voice when William was unconscious or when he was pounding the boy's arse, as he gently pushed the vulcanized rubber teat of the glass feeding bottle into his boy's mouth. William squirmed briefly, made a slight mew of protest and feebly pushed at the older man's muscular chest. Angelus continued his litany of sweet nothings and tilted the boy's head up, holding the bottle at a sharper angle.
After a little coaxing, the boy's mouth twitched, then he began to suck. When the smooth whiskey slid over his palate, the boy began to suck more eagerly, and soon his eyes were closed and that luscious mouth was eagerly working the teat, as he squirmed and whimpered softly with pleasure. The flavor of the whiskey would mask the bitter taste of laudinum, Angelus knew from experience. He chuckled and bent down to kiss his boy's smooth forehead, and gently reached below the short hem of the nightshirt to fondle the boy. Unsurprisingly, William's member was already turgid, his balls swollen and heavy. At his sire's touch, the boy whimpered with lust and thrust his hips toward the large hand, suckling at the teat of the bottle urgently. Angelus fondled the boy, running his fingers through the dark blonde, soon to be shorn, curls, and holding the bottle in place as he kept up his litany of praise for the boy's body and obediance.
"That's my good boy. . . .ah, Will, yer perfect. . . good boy, drink it all down. . . .Yer Daddy's own wee lad, y'are, already yeh've a taste for good whiskey."
Dru returned with the basin of warm water, the clean towels and the freshly-stropped straight razor. She immediately knelt by William's head and bent over the boy, holding his face in her hands and cooing at him.
"There, who's a pretty boy then? Ah, Daddy he's so lovely, all open and so full he's filling over. Shall he be our lovely baby boy forever and ever?"
"Aye, he's ours, Dru, and now I see how well he takes his medicine, I think little William will be a sweet baby boy for us whenever we want him to. Now, hold his head in your lap, princess, and keep him still and quiet, Daddy's got to sort him out down beneath."
Angelus gently slid his boy's head and shoulders into Dru's lap. The girl held her William, her white knight, her protector, in her lap and waved her fingers lazily before his face, singing the sweet, archaic nursery rhymes she was apt to croon when in the presence of children. The difference between William and the other children being, William did not cringe away from those slim fingers, did not cry or try to escape. But then, William was already dead.
Angelus smirked as he pulled the boy's nightshirt to his chest, and gently arranged William's lean legs, bending them at the knee and spreading them wide to afford the best possible access to his charge's prick and balls. William's cock was now rigid, the head tumescent and slick with pre-cum as it lay against his flat belly. Angelus spread the boy's legs a bit wider, and gazed down at the boy's lean form for several moments, just enjoying the view, before taking the cup of shaving lather and carefully spreading it around the base of the boy's member and over his scrotal sac. He glanced up at William's face, and saw the boy's eyes were fixed on Dru as she smiled down at him, whispering endearments and talking to him about how he was to be the King's favorite knight.
Angelus took the boy's testicles in his hand, and pulled gently at the scrotal sac, drawing the honed blade along the skin carefully. He'd wanted to do this for months now, had imagined it every time he caught sight of the boy with his breeches off. He knew that any other time, he'd have had to beat the boy senseless and truss him up like a butcher's capon, and engage in this excersize with the boy's blue eyes blazing and that pretty mouth spitting abuse and curses. Which was all good fun in its way as well, the dark haired older man thought with a smirk, as he drew the blade along the boy's scrotum, scraping it clean of its soft dark blonde curls, and rolling his testicles and scrotal skin gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Every stroke of the blade seemed to bring a response from the boy's cock. Finally, Angelus grasped that member in his hand and drew it gently away from Will's flat belly as he scraped away the hair around its base. William gave a little gasp and Angelus felt the boy's member throb in his hand. Once he was shaved clean in front, Angelus gently bent the boy's legs up to his chest, shifting his position to face his boy's backside. Angelus gently lathered the cleft between the boy's firm, rounded buttocks.
"Ah, boyo. . . .yer arse. . . .it's art. Beautiful! Yeh've got the prettiest bottom of any boy on earth," Angelus lavished praise on the boy, saying the very phrases that normally brought his boy to spitting fury.Â
Gently parting the boy's cheeks, Angelus carefully scraped the fine growth of light hair from between them, and ran his fingers over the smoothness left behind. William moaned softly, and when his sire looked up he saw Drusilla had placed a slim finger in the boy's mouth and he was suckling it, one hand raised to stroke her fine featured face tentatively.
Angelus wanted to pull the boy from her arms then, to press his mouth roughly on those full lips and assert once and again just who they belonged to, but he calmed himself and cleaned the last of the lather from the boy's body and from the razor, before closing it up. Besides, he would assert a much more meaningful claim on his boy momentarily. Let Dru have the boy's mouth, for now. After all, when all was said and done, both of them belonged to Daddy.
"That's a good girl, princess, keeping your baby brother happy while Daddy gets him all clean and sweet underneath like a little boy should be," Angelus praised his girl, who was far away in her own world of lullabyes and broken dolls and wicked little girls.
"And now Daddy's got to keep his baby boy's skin smooth and soft, so he'll not get chapped," Angelus said, as he drizzled the oil over his smooth-shaven boy. William's cock jumped against his stomach, the head crimson now and his belly slick with pre-cum. Angelus chuckled and thoroughly worked the oil into the boy's skin, running his slick fingers all over the boy's balls and running his hand up and down the swollen cock.
"Hm, and what does Daddy's little boy have here?"
William gasped hoarsely and gave a little spasm at the intimate touch. Angelus ran his slick hands down the boy's inner thighs, caressing the smooth, firm flesh with his thumbs, and bending to kiss the flesh at the juncture of thigh and groin. At this, William gave a little cry, and spasmed again. He was beginning to try and talk around Dru's invasive digit, his words indistinct.
"Daddy, I think he's fussing, shall I get his dummy?" Dru asked, thrilled to have her Spike as her own real dolly to play with, and so compliant. She was thrilled to see her Spike and Daddy getting along so well, as she'd always known they would, as soon as Spike stopped being silly.
"No, love, Daddy's going to give him something better," Angelus said, his smooth voice thick with lust. His thick index finger stroked gently down William's cleft, his large hands kneeding and caressing the boy's tight, white bottom.
It would look absolutely delicious if it were red, Angelus thought, but there was plenty of time for that, later. Besides, he liked the boy to have a bit of fight in him when he spanked him. It made the boy's eventual humiliating capitulation all the more satisfying. No, tonight was for tender touching, and soft caresses, and gentle words, and Daddy tenderly rewarding his baby boy, showing him just how nice it could be when Daddy got what he wanted. Angelus ran his index finger around the boy's hidden entrance, while he stroked William's perianum with his thumb, and murmured tender endearments.
"Ahh. . . .yer a treasure, Will. My beautiful boy. . . . How long I've wanted yeh like this, soft and compliant, sweetly yielding to me, my pretty baby boy hungering for yer Daddy's touch. . . ."
Angelus gently breeched the tight ring of muscle with his index finger. He'd oiled William thoroughly, and the boy was limp and relaxed. Normally, Will immediately tightened up at any invasion between his tight cheeks. And Angelus loved that as well, but this pleasured him deeply, the boy lying compliant under his minstrations, so relaxed and willing that Angelus had only to push past the muscle's initial resistance before his slick finger was tightly gripped inside the velvety channel. Will was moaning now, and writhing his slim hips. Dru bent over him, kissing him and petting him, but the boy struggled to push her hands away.
Angelus watched his boy's face intently. Will's eyes were wide open and he pressed himself further onto his sire's finger, moaning. The boy's hands reached up to stroke his own chest, and anxiously pulled at the nightshirt, pulling the fabric up and out of the way to run his eager hands down his own hungry flesh.
"Ah!" William gasped, bucking his hips as Angelus stroked him internally, gently adding another finger to the tight entrance, and thrusting deeply.
"S-sire!" William gasped hoarsely, thrusting forward, desperately seeking contact for his swollen member.
Angelus reached up with his other hand to grasp that member and his boy's voice rose to a high pitched keening.
"Yes, that's a good boy. . . .that's Daddy's good boy. . . .Does Daddy's baby boy want Daddy inside him?"
"SIRE!" William gasped again, frantically pawing at his body as he twisted and squirmed under Angelus' minstrations.
"Ooh, Daddy, shall you ride your little William?" Dru asked eagerly.
Angelus withdrew his fingers quickly and fumbled with his trousers, unbuttoning his flies, his voice thick with lust.
"Yes, Dru, I'm going to take him, you can see how much he wants it!" Angelus grinned, his eyes traveling over the pretty picture of his boy, wracked with lust and need. "You need it, don't you boyo? You need yer Daddy filling you up, making you his!"
"Sire! P-please!" William gasped, his voice hoarse with need.
Angelus soon had his own painfully hard member freed from the confines of his drawers and woolen trousers, and was pressing it to the boy's parted backside. William's knees were bent up to his chest as he lay on his back, his Sire preparing to take him in this intimate position that would allow him to keep his eyes on his childe's beautiful face, drugged with lust and desire. He would capture this moment forever on paper, he thought, once it was complete. Angelus placed the head of his member, slick with pre-cum, at his boy's well stretched and oily entrance, and thrust inside. William gasped as the thick head breeched his tight entrance, and began to pant and whimper.
"Shh. . . .there's it, William, there's a good boy. . . .Let Daddy inside. . . .Oh, yer so tight, boyo! Gods! Yer so tight!"
Angelus grasped the boy's slim hip with one large hand, and William's cock, now even more tumescent and feeling impossibly warm to the touch, with the other. As he thrust into his boy rhythmically, Angelus worked William's member in his massive palm, gazing upon the boy's face, so beautiful now, open and vulnerable, and full of need.
"That's a good boy! That's Daddy's good little boy! Ahh, gods, boyo!"
Dru's slim white hand was now busy in her own lap, beneath her skirts, thighs clasped together tightly and rocking back and forth, keening to the stars.
William suddenly lifted his head and stiffened, gasping, "DADDY!"
Hearing that word, the word he longed to hear from his boy-childe's lips, said with no hint of sneering or mocking, nearly sent Angelus over the brink right then and there. Struggling to ride it out a little longer, Angelus grasped the boy's member and worked it faster, running his slick palm over the sensitive head, and leaning down to draw the boy's smooth-shaven testicle into his mouth, illiciting another hoarse gasp and cry.
"D'yeh want to come, boyo? D'yeh want yer Daddy to make yeh come?" Angelus shouted, thrusting hard and deep into his boy.
"Daddy!!" William cried out, tears streaking the boy's handsome face.
"Come for yer Daddy, baby boy!" Angelus howled, as he spilled his own cold seed deep within his boy.
At that, William spilled impossibly hard and copiously, over Angelus' hand and with enough force to strike the front of his nightshirt. Angelus continued to stroke the smooth, sticky member as it softened, and tenderly kissed its base, then the smooth testicles, then the upper thighs once he'd gently pulled out. Wiping his hand clean on the towel, Angelus gathered his boy into his arms, and kissed William tenderly on his full lips. William wrapped his arms around Angelus' neck and cuddled right up into his lap and buried his face against his sire's neck.
"Daddy," the boy sobbed, the salty tang of tears mingling with the sweet scent of his submission and arousal.
"That's right, baby boy," Angelus whispered into his ear.
Angelus rocked the boy in his arms, stroking and petting him, tenderly soothing with words and gentle touches. William clung to his sire, pressing himself to the burly Irishman as if he wanted to bury himself into the older man's very body, to become physically part of him.
"Yes, that's right. . . .sire's here. . . .That's Daddy's good boy. . . .You're my good boy, Spike. My Will. Always."
Angelus held his boy like that, whispering tender sentiments and nuzzling the nape of his neck. Will's head was buried in the crook of Angelus' neck, his lips brushing his sire's smooth skin, nuzzling like a sleepy puppy. As Angelus kissed the nape of his boy's neck, the lad sighed softly and snuggled deeper into his arms, his lean, hard muscles relaxed and pliant, a soft thrumming, like a copper kettle on a kitchen range, emanting from the boy's chest.
Angelus could have rocked the boy in his arms all night like this, but it was growing close to dawn and he wanted to capture these images on paper while they were still burned bright on the fabric of his mind.
"Come along, love, tis bedtime for wee bairns."
Angelus gathered the boy up, William so relaxed and pliant that his head lolled back when his sire stood, baring his smooth white throat in the ultimate gesture of submission and trust. Angelus' cock stirred again at this display, and he leaned forward, touching his lips to that perfect throat, not biting but only kissing gently, and running his tongue down it. The boy tasted of cigarettes and whiskey, of strawberries and boot blacking. Angelus breathed deeply, inhaling his childe's scent as he carried the boy to the narrow bed.
Lying the boy down tenderly, Angelus smoothed the short nightshirt down to cover William's shaven genitals. The burly Irishman then crossed the nursery to grasp Dru's hands, tugging the busy one from her lap, and planted a hard, deep kiss on her mouth.
"That's Daddy's good girl, helping Daddy give William what he needed to be Daddy's good baby boy. Now, lay down with William and rest and sleep, love. Remember, he's a baby so be gentle with him."
Dru nodded eagerly, her eyes starry and her pale cheeks flushed with stolen blood.
"Yes Daddy and if he gets fussy may I give him some more lovely soothing syrup?"
"No, Dru, he's had enough," Angelus said, pocketing the bottle.
Drusilla looked a bit crestfallen, but soon recovered and clambered on the bed where William lay, his golden curls in disarray, sucking his thumb. Angelus chuckled at the sweet sight, his dark princess bending over his golden haired boy, her dark tresses cascading over the white of William's nightshirt as she unlaced her bodice and offered him her small white breast.
Angelus left the two children to their devices in the nursery, and walked down to the master suite, where his own sire lay on the bed, her golden curls cascading over her bare shoulders, reading Trollope. Darla cast a sharp glance up at her boy when he came into the room, and smiled when she saw his jaunty mood.
"I'll assume that things went well, then?" the golden haired little blonde asked, leaning up on one slim arm and putting down her book.
"Things went better than well, darlin, they went splendidly," Angelus said, taking the bottle from his pocket and putting it on the dressing table. "Of course, the boy couldn't exactly be held accountable for his actions, having had a good drought of this soothing syrup mixed in with the whiskey I gave him. . . ."
Darla looked over at her darling boy with the hint of her sweet mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Angelus, laundenum has no effect on vampires."
Angelus smirked as he ran his massive hands over his sire's cool bare shoulders and knelt to kiss the nape of her neck.
"I know, darlin. I know."
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