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Greeks Bearing Gifts 
29th-Aug-2009 05:49 pm
Converse: black
Sorry about the spam, guys: Kink Bingo ends on Tuesday and I forgot, so until then it’ll be mad posting of kinky, smutty ficlets. I hope you don’t mind too much. ;)

I’m also writing my hd_career_fair fic and it is surprisingly non-smutty, so I think this counts as a reward.

Title: Greeks Bearing Gifts
Word count: ~1300
Characters/pairings: Angelus/William
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “William was the golden Ganymede to his Zeus: a muscular ideal of young manhood, and Angelus’ precious toy.”
Warnings: D/s, worship, bloodplay
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Joss, even though I’m often much nicer to them than he is.
Author’s Notes: This is for the “worship” square on my Kink Bingo card, as well as the "reward" challenge at nekid_spike.


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Angelus opened the front door of the London house they’d taken over; it hadn’t yet started to smell from the corpses piled in the cellar. He was pumped full of blood: he’d drunk two humans tonight, sucking their lives from torn veins, and now he was hard and intoxicated and ready to fuck. “William!” he bellowed. If Darla was here, she’d surely reprimand him: but she was out charming beggars with Drusilla, and he was free to shout for his boy all he chose.

After a few moments with no reply, he bellowed William’s name again and headed for the stairs. Generally William came to him within moments of his yells, dancing attendance on him. It had been six weeks since Drusilla brought back William, the way she brought back small, furry animals that she found in alleys. William seemed just as helpless, but much less inclined to be wary of predators; Angelus considered this a marvellous combination.

He still thought of their relationship as something pure. His idealistic view of Drusilla was ridiculous enough: but Angelus knew what Romantics thought about madness and innocence and nodded along to William’s inane, lovestruck ramblings, watching his throat move as he spoke. But the way William thought of his relationship with Angelus – a relationship in the finest Greek tradition, Platonic friendship with Angelus teaching him the ways of the world – well. It was ludicrous, and Angelus would enjoy the day when he tore into William and showed him the true import of the sire-fledgling relationship; that he could do as he liked with William, and would.

But for now, Angelus loved the way William looked at him, admiring blue eyes full of a younger brother’s hero-worship. He loved the way those blue eyes were so easily devastated by disapproval; William felt Angelus’ censure like the turning away of God. And after all, being his sire was like being his god: Angelus had created him, brought him into this world.

Ah, yes: it was like being a god, like being a king of the gods, who’d brought a human up to their level, so he too could play with human lives. William was the golden Ganymede to his Zeus: a muscular ideal of young manhood, and Angelus’ precious toy.

He laughed drunkenly at his own thoughts. He’d never be so sentimental if he weren’t riding so high: beer, and far too much blood. His veins felt stretched with it, his cock straining to release. Angelus stamped up the wide stairs, leaving mud smeared over the brocade carpet – Darla would be furious, but he was too dizzy with blood to care – and swaggered to the door of William’s bedroom.

William, a six-week-old fledgling, was still too young to be allowed out hunting by himself; and Angelus had refused to take him this evening, and the ladies were off doing incomprehensible female things that men should have no part in. William had been left, sulking and hungry, in his room: and all for the glory of this moment, when Angelus shoved open the door and saw him standing bare-legged in his nightshirt, coming to Angelus with hungry, pleading blue eyes, asking for sustenance.

Angelus was a benevolent god. He drew William to him, and kissed him – arms wrapped tightly enough round him that he knew he was hurting him, and had the pleasure of feeling William wriggle hopelessly in his embrace. Still, William liked it: Angelus smiled into the kiss at the sense memory of the times William had worshipped on his knees.

William kissing him, all over, his plush mouth reddened by harsh kisses and blood, his lips anointing Angelus’ skin, his face fervent and almost shining, like a boy overawed by Bible stories. He worked his way over Angelus’ muscular shoulders, his chest, the columns of his thighs: the touches were adoring, and made him groan. William’s kisses grew harder, more frenzied, lips parting as they met his skin: then he seemed to recall himself, pulling back. He wouldn’t push Angelus, wouldn’t show less than the greatest respect.

Angelus didn’t push him, either: only gave him a hard look. William knelt before his god. He looked nervous for a moment: still unused to this, still unsure. Then he shut his eyes and went to it, suckling so hungrily on Angelus’ cock: sucking like he was starving for it, cheeks swollen and lips reddened with cock. Angelus groaned, long and low; William opened his eyes, his bright blue gaze adoring and pleading for approval, asking if he was doing it right –

Angelus came.


At the memories, Angelus felt his game face slip to the fore: his fangs bit into William’s soft lips, blood spurting to meet Angelus’ eager lips. He laughed low in his throat, and William whimpered as he bit down harder, chasing the intoxicating taste of his childe’s blood.

But he was too full to want much of it; he pulled back, stroking William’s hair and smiling with the taste of William’s blood on his lips. “You’re hungry, then? Do you wish to feed off me?”

“Oh yes,” William breathed, his voice hoarse with arousal. He was game-faced himself now, yellow eyes glazed. His plush pink lips, made for bruising, were even more appealing swollen and bleeding. “Yes please.”

Angelus drew him with him as he moved to sit in the fat, patriarchal velvet armchair he’d brought into William’s bedroom; William followed him easily, as if they were dancing. Angelus sat with his legs spread, and drew William to perch on one heavy thigh; he did so, despite the flush of embarrassment in his cheeks. It was soon overcome by another sort of flush, as Angelus cuddled him close; his sweet boy, so hungry and eager for what Angelus could provide.

Angelus drew him close, and kissed him again. It was marvellous, feeling William open his mouth so sweetly to allow Angelus entrance: dominion. Even better was taking his enjoyment from this body, while William waited, not daring to ask again but so desperate for blood. Angelus ran his left hand through William’s soft, golden-brown hair; ran another down the strong planes of his back to squeeze the ripe little arse perched on his knee.

Finally, then, he drew back, and tipped his head back for William’s reward. William pounced with a cry, sinking his teeth into Angelus’ bared throat. It hurt – fledglings had no finesse – but Angelus tolerated it, his left hand now clenched in William’s hair, tugging warningly if he got overeager. It was a rush, to feel a vampire bite; and Angelus had more than enough to spare. He moaned through his fangs; William’s voice returned the sound.

Angelus reached between them, and took a firm hold of William’s cock. It was straining, the kisses from his sire and the feeding doing their work. Angelus gave a rough chuckle, hoarse with his own desire, and worked William’s cock while he fed. William sucked still faster, knowing the old proviso: when he came, he’d be pulled from Angelus’ neck and have to wait until tomorrow.

But even knowing that, Angelus’ skilled touch brought mewling cries and the jerking of his hips; he shuddered helplessly in Angelus’ arms, and came apart with a muffled cry that vibrated against Angelus’ skin as he gulped down the blood –

Because after all, blood is life; and it was Angelus who gave that, now.
Comments 
29th-Aug-2009 06:28 pm (UTC)
Wow, what a wonderfully hot story!

Apart from the obvious guh!ness of it loved how you described how much Angelus likes to be held in such idealisticly high esteem by William.

You wouldn't mind if I friended you, would you?
30th-Aug-2009 07:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm really pleased you liked that part - Angelus would have loved William's admiration!

I always like new friends! Especially friends who have xkcd icons. :)
29th-Aug-2009 06:59 pm (UTC)
Amazing!I loved this so much...My brain is all mushy now and I can't seem to form a proper sentence XD
30th-Aug-2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! :D Smut-induced brain freeze is an awesome thing.
29th-Aug-2009 08:15 pm (UTC)

wonderful, warm and tender sweet ... I can put on the page of friends?
30th-Aug-2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you! And of course you can. :)
29th-Aug-2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, I loved the imagery of this! Absolutely beautiful!
30th-Aug-2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much. :)
30th-Aug-2009 06:39 am (UTC)
Very nice. And isn't why they don't get along in the future. Because William became Spike has lost his reverence for Angelus, something the older vamp totally enjoyed?
30th-Aug-2009 08:27 pm (UTC)
Oh, absolutely. Angel loves being the man in charge, the one with all the answers - and Spike's not asking for his advice!
30th-Aug-2009 09:10 am (UTC)
This was just so wonderful! Angelus's ego and William's submission. I imagine see how this marked their future years between them.
Beautiful!
30th-Aug-2009 08:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I can imagining this marking their relationship, too - Angelus would've been so bitter about losing it!
30th-Aug-2009 01:06 pm (UTC)
That was delicious reading. Thank you.
30th-Aug-2009 08:42 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the lovely comment! I love your icon, too.
31st-Aug-2009 02:26 am (UTC)
I love your icon

It's one of mine, so thank you. All the artwork I have made is shareable, so help yourself if anything appeals.
30th-Aug-2009 03:06 pm (UTC)
so hot!!! so delicicous! ;)
30th-Aug-2009 08:42 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
30th-Aug-2009 03:17 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous story. Loved the relationship here.
30th-Aug-2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I find the relationship between Angelus and William fascinating.
30th-Aug-2009 03:24 pm (UTC)
Oh wow that was absolutely brilliant spangelus!! I loved the way you described their relationship! Also, HOT!

XXX
30th-Aug-2009 08:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked their relationship here.
30th-Aug-2009 11:25 pm (UTC)
You never cease to entertain me.
31st-Aug-2009 08:31 pm (UTC)
D'awww, thanks!
31st-Aug-2009 02:55 pm (UTC)
This is fabulous. Wonderful.

sorry for the comment spam. I'm devouring your fics this afternoon
1st-Sep-2009 08:00 am (UTC)
:D Thank you! And I love getting a bunch of comments from one person, it's lovely.
23rd-Sep-2009 06:15 am (UTC)
Marvelously written, definatley going into my memories. I loved how you described

"It was soon overcome by another sort of flush, as Angelus cuddled him close; his sweet boy, so hungry and eager for what Angelus could provide."

The affection in "cuddling him close" was perfect. A dose of affection only gives a story that much more dimension.

25th-Sep-2009 01:33 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm really pleased to hear it's going in your memories. :)

I like that you enjoyed Angelus' affection - he's a family man, in the end.
5th-Jul-2014 10:02 pm (UTC)
Why I didn't leave a comment here?

I read this ficlet a while ago, while I didn't have any LJ, and I immensely enjoyed it. It's really hot and you manage to be very elegant, not a bit vulgar. Plus the characterizations are perfect. Awesome ficlet.
30th-Jul-2014 06:59 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much!!! I'm really delighted with this comment, especially on an older fic. ♥
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