Fic written in collaboration with Magz for Willa.

Warning! This story is NC-17 slash - that is, graphic male/male sex. If you don't like slash, don't read!



Ignite


Fire had always transfixed William. When writing poetry at night, his pages illuminated by only a single candle, he'd often caught himself staring into the center of the flame, passing his fingers through the apex of the tiny guttering light, back and forth until the tips left black smudges on his paper when he drew his hand away.

William had never really respected the flames until Angelus taught him, with matches and oil.

Their very first meeting had already been a play with light and fire, implied dares and accepted pain, but the real lesson had only taken place a few nights later, with Drusilla replete and fast asleep after a lovely dinner.

"William," Angelus said without turning his gaze away from the fireplace. "Come here." He spread his legs, untying his robe and allowing the sides to fall away from his body.

William didn't readily obey.

"Don't force me t'ask you twice, boy," Angelus said, his tone sharper.

For a few seconds, William still did not move. He hated the way Angelus addressed him, hated to be treated at best like a child, at worst like he was no more than soon to be ashes. But something in Angelus' cold eyes warned that there would be a lot of unpleasantness before the ashes part, and so he complied and slowly approached the fireplace and the older vampire.

"Sit by me," Angelus said, still gazing into the fire and motioning at the thick rug by his feet. "'Tis high time we had a talk, you and I."

William sat on the floor, a hand's breadth between his side and the older vampire's leg. "Angelus?" he asked, turning to look at the imposing figure beside him.

The Irish vampire's hand connected with the back of William's head, lightly resting on his hair before petting him almost absently. "D'you enjoy the kill?" Angelus asked, setting aside his brandy snifter.

William couldn't help tensing at the contact, expecting the petting to turn into pain any time now. When it didn't, when it remained a light touch, almost a caress, his confusion only grew. Was this another of Angelus' little mind games? He decided he had better remain on his guard until he knew what was going on.

"Of course I enjoy it," he replied, suppressing a shrug. "It's what I am now, isn't it? All about the kill."

There was more on the tip of his tongue, but he doubted Angelus would be able to appreciate the deliciously poetic irony that the kill made him feel more alive than he had ever been before his death.

Angelus curled his fingers and scratched William's scalp gently, then resumed the light touches to his hair. "Ah, but if ye're all about the kill, it makes ye dreadfully boring," he said. "Surely ye've got other interests."

"I - er..."

"Were ye an educated man?" Angelus asked. When William hesitantly nodded in the affirmative, the older vampire continued. "I wasn't. Perhaps ye'll read to me sometime."

Still wary of Angelus' unusual chatty mood, William made a non-noncommittal noise that could pass for an agreement.

To his own surprise, he was beginning to enjoy the hand stroking his hair, and suddenly realized he was leaning back into the touch. Startled, he tried to move away, but Angelus' grip tightened slightly, keeping him where he was.

"Ye're - how old?" Angelus asked, resuming his looser grip on William's hair. He ran his fingers through the surprisingly soft strands.

"Twenty-six," William said, resigning himself to the fact that Angelus probably wasn't going to let up on the almost affectionate touches anytime soon.

"Hmm." Angelus picked up his brandy snifter again and took a thoughtful sip, swirling the amber liquid around in his mouth. "Did ye know the intimate touch of another, before your turning?"

Once more, William tensed. This was hardly a topic a gentleman would broach. Then again, Angelus wasn't exactly a gentleman.

"No need to be shy," Angelus said, his fingertips stroking down the back of William's neck. "Ye're above morality now. There's nobody here to offend."

"I - I'm not very comfortable discussing - "

"A virgin, then?"

Silence was the only reply William gave; he was all of a sudden very glad that disgracing blushes were a thing of the past for him. That reminded him of what he was, now, so different from what he had been. This new William had nothing to be ashamed of. As a matter of fact...

"I was new to the game," he conceded, "but I learnt the rules fast. Drusilla is quite pleased..."

A low chuckle interrupted him.

Angelus' fingers curled around the back of William's neck and rubbed. "I've seen ye, rutting away like you were still human. There's so much more to pleasure than crawlin' on top of a body and thrusting mindlessly until you come." His thumbnail lashed out suddenly, drawing blood on the side of William's throat. "Sometimes a little pain helps you along."

William stiffened as Angelus gathered up the blood with the pad of his thumb and brought his hand to his mouth. He turned, hypnotized as Angelus licked his blood away. "If I do not please Drusilla, she will tell me," he said decisively, turning back around and inching away from Angelus' side.

Immediately, Angel's hand was back. Now on his neck, it held him tight, pulling him closer, until he could feel a tongue tracing the blood Angelus had drawn. He shuddered at the touch, tried to free himself, but a quiet growl stilled him.

"There's pleasure to be had between two men, William," Angelus murmured against the younger vampire's throat. "There are ways of being touched that a woman could never touch you." His hand slid down William's chest.

William's stomach muscles jumped against Angelus' hand. "It is a sin," he whispered.

"Aye, but we are sinners, lad, are we not," Angelus said. "We hunt. We kill. We drink the blood of the innocent, and we revel in it." He cupped the blond man's groin, rubbing the heel of his hand over it. "When we leave this world, we're going to burn."

William stared into the flames in the hearth. "We're going to burn," he repeated.

"Why not speed it along?"

The older vampire's voice was enthralling, enough that William wondered if Angelus was playing a trick on his mind. He turned his head to face him, and barely had time to see him smile before a hungry mouth descended on his, demanding and unyielding, so different from Drusilla's. And so good.

Angelus' fingers, once gentle and patient, now wrapped around the back of William's head, holding him still as his tongue pressed deep into the younger vampire's mouth. He hummed in approval when William tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder and returned the kiss with a bit of suction and the lightest flicker of tongue against the underside of his own.

William hadn't closed his eyes since Angelus had initiated the kiss. He wondered if he looked anywhere near as shocked and aroused as he felt.

The shock was definitely there. To kiss a man? To kiss this man? To kiss this man and enjoy the feel of his tongue sliding in and out, caressing his own and exploring, leaving no part of his mouth untouched, making him so hard already...

So yes, aroused too. He could truthfully say that never had a man brought forth that reaction in his body. But of course, he had never kissed a man before. And he had never kissed - never been kissed - quite like that.

Angelus squeezed the ever-hardening bulge in William's trousers once more, before moving his hand up and tugging the blond man's shirt out of his waistband. He never let up his thorough exploration of the younger vampire's mouth as he loosened the laces at the front of the shirt, then pushed it up.

When the kiss broke, Angelus yanked William's shirt over his head with a speed and dexterity that made the younger man gasp. William leaned in, instinctively seeking more of Angelus' hotboldwetincredible kisses. He was stopped by one of the older vampire's hands, pressed firmly against his chest.

"Let me look at ye," Angelus said, licking his swollen lips. He nudged William onto his back on the thick rug.

William's pupils contracted, then dilated, his mouth falling open when he discovered that Angelus' version of look meant touch, as well. He stared up at the older vampire, desire and confusion warring in his eyes. Hadn't he hated this man? Despised the sight of him? What was it about him, now, that set his entire body aflame?

A touch along his collarbone. The slide of a finger. The scrape of a nail against his nipple. William twitched.

A corner of Angelus' lips rose, but his gaze continued to follow his hand, now slowly moving down William's chest, palm flat and fingers spread for maximum contact.

"Beautiful," Angelus breathed, so low that William thought he may have misheard. Of course he had misheard. Why would anyone, let alone Angelus, call him that?

And then the contact was severed, and a tiny moan of protest passed William's lips.

The moan rose in crescendo to a hoarse shout as Angelus returned, bare-chested himself, and lowered his body onto William's. He slid his naked skin over the younger man's, murmuring, "So smooth. White and unscarred."

A twinge of fear passed along William's countenance. "Angelus," he whispered, his fingers twitching slightly as he touched the other man's broad back. "Please..." He had no idea what he was pleading for, but he knew the ache building in him would become a true pain if the other man didn't continue touching him.

"Shh, none of that, now, my boy. At least, not yet."

There was the beginning of a laugh in Angelus' words and voice, but before William could wonder what had caused it, the touch returned and he could only enjoy the feel of the strong hand stroking him through the material of his breeches. And then the breeches were gone, and the same hand was now stroking him even harder, the wide thumb flicking over the tip of his length and gathering the clear fluid that was pooling there to spread it down.

Without warning, Angelus rose, and William's eyes, which had closed in pleasure, shot open in alarm. He didn't have time to voice his protest though, because already Angel was coming back. The robe and linen pants he had been wearing were now on the floor, and in his hands were a slim bottle and a box of matches.

"Sometimes, the truest pleasure comes when you give all control to the person touching you," Angelus said, setting the bottle and the matches down. "Can you do that, William?" He slid a hand up the blond man's side, then thumbed a nipple. "Can you submit to me?"

William swallowed hard.

"I can give you pleasure you've never felt before," Angelus murmured, rolling William's nipple between his fingertips and then pinching it lightly. "I can take you places you've never been. All you have to do is give over to me. Let me master you..."

Part of William wanted to refuse, claim that he was his own master, that no one would ever control his actions, his thoughts, and his body. But the rest of him wanted to plead for Angelus to touch him again, to make him feel good, better, to appease the fire he had ignited in him with the coolness of his skin.

Unable to form a word, William nodded.

Angelus slid up William's body, so his lips hovered millimeters from the blond's. "Don't move," he ordered, moving off to one side to gather up the bottle. He pulled the cork and tipped it slightly over William's chest, drizzling a thin trail of oil over the pale, smooth skin. One hand rested on William's hip.

"Angelus?" William asked.

"Shh..." Angelus murmured. "Don't speak." He rubbed William's hip as he set the bottle down and picked up the matches, lighting one of them one-handed. He lowered the tiny flame to the oily line that crossed William's torso.

William's eyes widened as he stared at the tiny flame approaching his skin, so tiny, but so dangerous. He glanced up at Angelus' face, expecting to find his death warrant on the demon's features, finding instead no more than intense concentration. His gaze dropped to the flame again, just in time to see it touch the oil spread on his skin.

Angelus licked his lips as the flames spread quickly on William's skin and the younger vampire's body bent into a delicious arch of pleasurepain. He watched William's face through a haze of heat, then extinguished the flames with a damp cloth that he'd placed nearby. "Good..." he murmured.

William's throat worked spasmodically and he keened softly.

The dark-haired vampire stroked William's hip gently, picking up the oil bottle once more after wiping William's chest clean. "Again?"

Once again, William was torn. The pain had been intense, the danger real, and yet...

Without allowing himself to think too much, he murmured his assent.

"Again."

Angelus' smile was triumphant as he gave William's cock a quick pull, and William moaned, realizing that the pain had not diminished his arousal in the slightest, quite the contrary in fact. He flinched, ever so slightly, when the oil slid on his flesh, drawing a wet slash across his abdomen. The bottle was set aside, a second match lit, and this time William tried to keep his eyes on Angelus as the flames licked his body.

Just as quickly as he'd ignited the fire, Angelus put it out, then tossed the cloth aside. "I think, perhaps, that twice is enough. The first time." He poured nearly all the remaining oil onto William's chest and watched as it ran down his torso, pooling in his navel. His hands followed the path of the oil, spreading it over pale, smooth skin.

William moaned as Angelus spread the oil over his body, coating every inch of his skin. He moaned again, the sound hitching in his throat, when Angelus came over him and pressed their bodies together, dry skin sliding over oily skin. They slid together, cocks brushing.

The friction was delicious, as was Angelus' mouth when it returned to William's. As before, the kiss was deep, entrancing, but the quick thrusts of Angelus' tongue, now mirrored by his hips rocking against William's, took a completely different meaning. The feel of this male body was so far from that of Drusilla, heavy where she was no more than a feather, forceful where she was delicate, more demanding than she had ever been.

When Angelus slid off him and knelt between his thighs, William bit back a whimper, certain that the older man was torturing him on purpose.

"Do you trust me?" Angelus asked, running his hands up William's sides, then down over his thighs, up his inner thighs. He cupped William's balls in his palm and tested their weight. "You've given over to me completely," he murmured, his fingertips inching lower.

The first brush against his hole startled William, and he unconsciously thrust up, seeking friction for his aching cock, finding only air. Angelus quickly settled his free hand on his stomach, pushing down, rubbing lightly his oil-slicked skin.

"Patience, my boy."

Deliberately taking a deep breath, William tried to still his body, even if there was nothing he wanted more than Angelus' hand on him again. His efforts paid off when a hand gripped his cock while the first finger of the other entered him.

"Nobody's ever touched you here?" Angelus asked.

William shook his head and dug his nails into his palms to keep from arching into the older man's touch.

"I'll be the first." Angelus took a perverse measure of pride at being the first person to enter the younger man's body. He slowly thrust his finger, in and out, and in and out, and -

William cried out at the incredible stretchburnpull of a second finger being introduced to his tight hole.

The two fingers paused, just long enough for Angelus to give William's cock a few slow strokes, and then started moving again. A low moan escaped William, and through his half closed eyelids he could see Angelus' focus. Entirely in his control, indeed. The feeling was strangely exhilarating.

A third finger joined the first two, and suddenly they brushed something. William gasped. Angelus' smile widened.

"Angelus, please, I need to - "

"Shh..." Angelus whispered again, rubbing a soothing hand over William's belly. He picked up the discarded oil bottle and poured the rest into his palm, slicking his aching cock liberally with the viscous fluid. "Lift your legs," he said.

Breathing hard, William raised his trembling legs, pulling them to his chest.

At the first renewed touch against his hole, William froze, his body stiffening. That brought brown eyes filled with lust back up to his face.

"Ye're not afraid, are ye?" a warm, enthralling voice murmured. "Of course not. You have no reason to be."

After the play with flames, after the intense pain, William believed that he did have reasons to fear what was going to happen. But his body apparently thought otherwise, because when he once more pushed against William's tight ring of muscles, Angelus slid in without much resistance.

William grunted at the tight pinch of flesh against flesh. His fingers curled in the thick pilings of the rug and he turned to stare into the fire for a moment, before looking back up at Angelus. His legs automatically wrapped around the older man's waist.

"Ye're so tight, William," Angelus purred. "Could stay inside ye, just like this, for hours." Then he drew his hips back, and thrust them forward with a smooth roll of his pelvis.

William groaned, his eyes closing tight as the slight discomfort became insistent pressure became increasing pleasure. Another hard thrust, a tightening of the strong hands holding his hips, another moan.

"Look at me, lovely boy. I want to see ye. Want to see ye stroke yerself for me."

Each demand was punctuated by a slight shift in the angle of Angelus' thrusts, until, in a blinding flash of pleasure, the older man brushed against that spot again, and William's back arched off the floor.

"Touch yerself," Angelus repeated.

Opening his eyes wide and gazing up at Angelus in disbelief at this unexpected pleasure, William reached between their bodies and fisted his cock, which bobbed against his stomach with each of Angelus' thrusts. His free hand came up to Angelus' shoulder again, his fingers curling in as the older man sped his thrusts. "I never felt - "

"I know," Angelus rasped. "But ye were made for it. This tight little body was molded for me to fuck it." He punctuated his statement with a sharp jab of his cock.

William could do nothing but agree. Yes, he had been made for this, there was no way otherwise, that this would feel so deliciously, so incredibly, so magnificently good. A fleeting image of his dark princess ran through his mind, instantly forgotten as Angelus' cock, hands, eyes captured all his attention once more. This was perfect as it was, no reason to add anything - or anyone - to it.

In time with Angelus' thrusts, he worked his cock hard, watching the other man watch him, wondering if such a fiery gaze could set him ablaze. If it didn't, the hot white pleasure coursing through his body probably would.

Angelus' hips rollsnapthrusted against William's. The younger vampire's oiled ass gripped him tight and he had to work to push back in every time. His nostrils flared and he lowered his mouth to the blond man's shoulder, sucking and licking until he could taste naught but his skin. Then his fangs elongated, just barely pricking the surface.

William let out a strangled moan, his toes curling as Angelus licked away the welling blood on his shoulder. "Angelus," he gasped. "More..."

In response, Angelus stilled completely; William wasn't sure whether he was going to shout or cry.

"You've got to remember something, boy," Angelus said in a low voice, his eyes burning ambers. "Who is in control, here?"

It took time for the question to make sense in William's lust-dazed mind. Apparently, too much time, because Angelus growled.

"I asked you a question, William."

The reproach was accompanied by a strong thrust that reminded William exactly what had stopped, and what would resume if he found the correct answer.

"You," he said in a rush, managing with great effort to stop the unconscious rocking of his hips into Angelus. "You are in control. Only you."

Angelus seemed satisfied by this answer, and started pounding into William hard enough to make up for the lost time.

"Now that we're clear on that..."

William expelled a soft grunt with each inward thrust of Angelus' cock. It was all he could do to hold on, feeling his back slide across the rug beneath him. He tightened his thighs about the older man's lower back. "May I touch myself again?" he asked, having let go of his own shaft when Angelus had stopped moving.

Angelus seemed pleased by the request, or so it would have seemed to William if he had been able to think beyond the cock buried in his ass and his own aching flesh.

"Ye may. But ye will not come before I tell you to, boy."

There was no room for argument in Angelus' words, but William had no reason or desire to protest anyway. He wrapped his fist tightly around himself, his hand mirroring Angelus' pace, and belatedly realized he might not be able to obey this last command.

"Squeeze around the base if ye're too close," Angelus advised. He levered himself up onto his knees and lifted William's hips to him so that the younger man's weight rested entirely on his shoulders, then began to thrust at a hard, punishing pace, his sac slapping against William's firm buttocks with every jab of his hips. "Hold on." His fingers dug into William's hips.

"I - oh - I'll try to, but - "

"Ye will, else ye'll get punished," Angelus warned.

Somehow, the threat had the opposite effect of what was probably intended, and William had to follow Angelus' advice immediately, squeezing tight. He tried to think of something, anything, to distract himself, but with Angelus inside him, above him, his hands gripping tight enough to hurt in the most delightful way, his scent pure lust and raw sex, nothing worked.

"I can't - I - Angelus..." William whimpered, trying desperately to keep from coming. "Please..." His head thrashed on the rug as his fingers dug into his thighs and he bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "I can't hold off..."

William could see Angelus' stare drop to his blood tinted lips, could see the bloodlust in his eyes, feel the ever increased tempo of his cock so deep in him, so hard, so right...

With a choked cry, he came, his seed staining both Angelus' flesh and his own as his body convulsed.

Angelus' eyes narrowed and he let loose a low growl. "I thought I told ye not to come," he said, his tone soft. "Do ye know what I do to fledges that don't obey?"

William trembled in fear, his mouth opening and closing a few times, eyes wide. "I - "

"Hold your tongue," Angelus said curtly, pulling William's legs from around his waist and pulling out of him. He flipped the younger vampire over onto his belly and twisted one of William's arms painfully behind his back, pinning it there. Yanking William's hips up with his other hand, he plunged his cock back inside.

The carpet was rough against William's spent prick, too much sensation, too soon. The arm held to his back was hurting already, and not in a pleasant way. He was about to ask for forgiveness when the first blow fell.

Angelus' hand cracked across William's right buttock, causing the younger man to rear back with a yelp. The dark-haired vampire pulled William to his knees, continuing to press his shoulders into the rug. He held the blond vampire's forearm to his back with his other hand now, allowing his left palm to descend upon William's tender flesh, firmly. "When ye do not obey," Angelus said, hitting William once again and allowing his hand to linger on the smooth skin, "ye're punished. Let this be a lesson."

William gasped in pain as Angelus' hand connected with his skin again. "Please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to - "

"Didn't I tell ye to be still?" Angelus asked, continuing to piston his cock rapidly in William's grasping hole.

Biting his lips to stifle protests he knew would be useless, William tried his best to remain immobile under Angelus' ministrations. But as the harsh blows continued to fall on his behind, as lingering, soothing touches were bestowed upon him every few seconds, as Angelus' cock continued relentlessly to pound into him, he found himself growing hard again, and it was difficult not to rock his hips back into Angelus' to increase the contact.

Angelus seemed to bore of William's punishment rather quickly, though. His hands slid over the younger vampire's buttocks, then cupped his pelvis, levering the blond back and forth on his cock. "Move with me, lad," he urged. "I don't wish to fuck a corpse."

William shoved up on his elbows, relieved that he'd been given permission to react to Angelus' touch. He rocked back into the older man's thrusts, grinding against him, then shoved himself forward, feeling his knees scrape along the pilings of the carpet.

"Learnt your lesson, yet?" Angelus grunted. "Or will we need more punishment?"

"I learnt," William answered quickly, eager to please, then added much more quietly: "But maybe - ungh! - maybe we could have punishment - ah - another time?"

Because it was clear, in William's mind, that there would be another time. Many other times. Now that he knew the pleasure of Angelus' touch, he hoped to enjoy it often. And for that, he supposed, he had to satisfy him. But how? Maybe if he tried...

"God! Fast learner, indeed, my sweet lad. Again!"

William smiled to himself and ground back against Angelus again, his fingers curling into the carpet as he arched his back and concentrated on tightening his muscles. A drop of viscous fluid rolled off the tip of his hard cock, landing on the floor. He gasped and pressed back against the older vampire.

"Hard again, Will?" Angelus asked with a grin. He reached around and fondled William's dick, pulling on it slowly.

The sensation made William buck against Angelus, who replied with a stronger hold on his cock in time with a hard thrust, which sent William into another round of grinding against his elder, each of them reacting to the other's movements with increased speed and strength.

William was quaking when Angelus draped himself over his back, so close, once again, from completion, yet refusing to disobey and disappoint the other man a second time.

"Angelus," he breathed, "Please..."

In an unconscious gesture, he tilted his head to the side, baring his neck, offering himself, all that he was, if Angelus would only have him.

"You want me to take you?" Angelus asked, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet skin at the side of William's throat. "Want me to take your blood and make ye mine?"

"Y-yes," William gasped.

"Will ye come when I do?" Angelus continued, his voice tantalizing. "When ye have my cock and my fangs in you? When all ye can feel is me?"

William wasn't sure how to answer, what Angelus expected of him. But then, it was hard to think with the now slower thrusts rocking his body, with the hand still gripping his cock, stroking hard, up and down, with Angelus lips barely brushing his neck.

"I will come," he moaned at last, "but only when you tell me to."

The scrape of blunt teeth made him arch his neck even more.

"Good lad," Angelus praised in a purr. Angelus closed his eyes and allowed his demon to emerge, running his tongue over William's throat. "Now," he murmured, biting down and taking a deep draught of the young vampire's blood, tasting his youth and the last shreds of his innocence.

William's body took over as whiteness flashed in his mind, sensory overload driving him into unconsciousness, even as his body shuddered and came.

When he slowly came back to his senses, William wasn't on the floor anymore; rather, he was lying in a soft bed. His first thought was that it had been a very strange dream - but the notion was quickly dispelled. He was sore all over, but also completely, utterly satisfied, enough so that he allowed himself a quiet purr.

The low chuckle behind him startled him, and he silenced the embarrassing noise.

Angelus ran a hand slowly down William's bare arm, lingering at his elbow. "Did ye enjoy yerself?" he asked.

William turned onto his back slowly, wondering how to answer him without seeming like an idiot. He simply nodded, swallowing hard. "I did," he said.

To his relief, Angelus' smile seemed kind - or as kind as Angelus could be - and not mocking as William had feared.

"I have a lot more to teach ye," the Irishman said idly, his eyes wandering to where his fingers had found a flat nipple to play with.

William shivered, though he couldn't have said if it was due the touch or the words. Throat tight, he nodded again, and this time Angelus' smiling lips pressed against his own.



THE END


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