A whore!Spike fic

There's rape and bad stuff that goes along with the whoring thing. And umm...character death? *cough* Does end happily, though, lmao.

And, umm, Will/Spike is an under-aged prostitute that does his thing and umm...stuff happens. Should I say this is extremely AU or should it be a whole other Alternate Reality all together? Only thing that's canon is that Angel's a vampire and has a soul. Oh, and Doyle makes a small appearance as well. But, that's pretty much it for canon, lmao.

There's a cameo from someone (you'll see who later) but, umm, the guy's just based on a certain someone. I don't claim to know him at all.

This isn't the happiest of fic, it's actually quite dark.

Disclaimer: It may come as a surprise but I'm not Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy and therefore I do not own Spike or any of his many shagging and verbal sparring partners. I weep for the injustice of it all and play with these characters in the fiction I write because this is pretty much all the fun I have.

Beta'd by kitty_poker1Without her I'd be irredeemably lost.

This fic and If You Ever Hunger were both inspired by George Michael's "Father Figure". Yes, I was watching Oprah, heard the song, and two scenarios popped into my head. And, yes, I did have to write both.

Whoever You Ask For

by
Eyezrthewindows

Part One

Will sucked the John's cock like it was his favourite thing to do, eyelashes fluttering over pale cheeks attractively, purposely, as he watched the man through them for the changes that signaled an orgasm. He made his throat vibrate, played with the stranger's balls, latched onto thrusting hips so John wouldn't choke him and when John came he bobbed his head and tightened the suction he made with his lips.

Finally.

While John was wheezing and recovering against the bricks of the wall in the alley they were in, unaware of anything but Will's hands still on his sensitized body and the thrill of orgasm that still flowed through him, Will spat the distasteful, bitter semen to the dirty ground with a grimace. He wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, wishing for a breath mint or a mouthful of alcohol to wash away the taste.

When he looked up, he was all smiles, blue eyes sparkling; he played his part well. He rose fluidly, propping himself easily against the wall beside the other man. He ran a finger along the older man's rumpled lapel, waiting for him to stop panting and get his breath back.

John rasped between shallow breaths, "God, you're good. How much do I owe you?"

"Two hundred."

"That's a little expensive..."

"Weren't it worth it, though, pet? Got you off good and proper, I did. 'Bout blew the top of your head off from the look of it." Will smiled impishly, showing off perfect teeth, perfect smile, pretty sparkling eyes in a pretty, young face.

Thin lips smiled slightly and John reached for his wallet without the hesitation he'd shown moments ago. "Yeah. It was worth it. The wife won't do it anymore. Quit more than six years ago. Said she didn't feel she had to keep doing that and that fucking was enough. Won't even let me go down on her, either."

"Pity. Lovely cock like yours deserves a good worship every now and then." It always paid well to lay it on thick. Make them believe they were special, that they were something other than a trick.

It brought them and their wallets back.

John pressed several fifties into Will's hand, which he quickly and efficiently counted to make sure the older man wasn't trying to short him. "I might come around again..."

Will batted his eyelashes, staring through them at the beaming, wrinkled face. "Wouldn't mind that, luv."

As soon as the John wove his overweight ass back to his car and left, Will's fixed smile left his face. He spat again and glared at the disappearing tail lights.

Sometimes, being a whore almost wasn't worth it.

He looked down at the crumbled wad of bills in his hands and smiled.

Almost.

When Will got home, he opened the door quietly. He didn't want to wake his sweet old mum, dear as she was to him. Sometimes dear. In those few moments between wakefulness and the next drunk he could tolerate her, anyway. Sometimes even like her.

He snorted derisively as she unsurprisingly proved not to be at home at three-thirty in the morning; he rarely had to worry about being caught sneaking in or out.

Sometimes he hated his mum.

After his da had up and left them -- he'd been barely four at the time and didn't really remember him anymore, just remembered enough to hate the wanker for leaving them like this -- she'd taken to drinking and partying at all hours. She was drunk more than she was sober most days.

That left young William a lot of freedom he hadn't exactly sought after.

Years passed this way. Mum going out with strange men, sometimes bringing them back to their flat, sometimes staying out till the early hours of the morning, only returning just as Will was waking to get ready for school.

She passed out on the couch, in her bed, sometimes even on the floor in an unkempt heap and Will was left to pick up the pieces. He learned early how to take care of himself. How to cook and clean and wash his own clothing, how to bathe himself and forge his mum's name for papers or documents that might've been in need of signing.

She sure as hell wasn't conscious often enough to do it. And she never cared.

Never even knew he did it, really. She thought he was an exemplary student.

What a joke that was.

Between getting picked on and beaten up by bullies and most of his other classmates -- he was far too pretty and small to be a real boy -- his teachers were reprimanding him for not having his homework completed or not wearing the proper clothing or having school supplies and calling his house to speak to his parent and/or guardian.

He got the old crazy gardener next door to pose as his father more often than not; old man didn't seem to mind, thought he was play-acting for fun. That got the school and authorities off his back. He may've hated his living situation but he was old enough to know that he didn't want to get tossed into an orphanage or adopted by some strange person who might or might not be worse than his mum.

Years later, Anne moved them to the States. She uprooted them and took Will away from the few friends he'd managed to make, causing his life to begin a downward spiral it had yet to recover from.

He missed Wesley and Alex and Daniel and Liam. His only chums in his fucked up little world.

He'd fared no better in America. Mum had moved them to Sunnydale, California where he was a freak, a pale, foreign bastard to the tanned, normal people who were better than him and made no secret of showing it whether they knew he was paying attention or not.

Will evolved into Spike. Spike the badass. Spike, who bleached his hair nearly white, had an eyebrow and ear piercing and cool leather duster and combat boots.

Spike, who no one fucked with because he was such a hard bastard and didn't take shit from anyone. The rumours about him ran rampant over the school campus; he was known as the loner, the rebel, the lawbreaker, the one who'd kick your ass if you so much as looked at him sideways.

Rumours that Will had started about himself to build himself a reputation; not that he couldn't back them up if provoked and motivated properly.

Not that he stayed in school long enough to have to try to defend the new reputation. He dropped out just under a year later and dear old mum still didn't have a clue. She was still managing to drink herself unconscious and come and go with more men than Will himself managed to turn tricks with at night.

Like mother, like son.

He wore tight, provocative clothing. He turned his very first trick at the tender age of fourteen when he was too poor to be able to afford dinner. Mum was gone, as usual, and he'd been left to fend for himself.

A kindly, old bloke had seen him standing on a street corner and had assumed he was there selling his wares. One thing lead to another and Will was suddenly learning how to suck cock.

He'd been surprised the stranger offered him a hundred dollars for his highly unprofessional suck-job but had taken it without showing how naive and new at it that he was.

That hundred dollars had bought him his boots and a few meals and the next two hundred had gotten him his coat. After that, it was easy. He sucked or jerked men off for at least one hundred and the better he got at it, the more practice he had, the more they began to pay him.

He could easily get two hundred for a blow, now, probably more if he asked.

It was relatively easy to go from using his mouth and hands to using his ass. It had been a simple transition, an offer of more money for the use of his ass.

He'd bent over right there.

Losing his cherry hadn't been a pleasant experience, though. By the time he'd realised how painful it would be the man had already been splitting him open and rutting inside him like an animal who didn't know any better and had as much finesse.

The man had cum, had slapped him on his sore ass and tossed a few crumpled bills at him, which he later found to be three hundred dollar bills.

After that getting fucked in the ass was easy.

He didn't do it for pleasure, where was the fun in that? Getting paid was his orgasm, his fun.

He never came with a John. It just wasn't done. No matter how much they wanted him to he could never get aroused. Oh, they tried, got pissed when he didn't, sometimes hit him and then took their own orgasms and threw money at him in the end but it was their problem, not his.

He wasn't getting paid to cum. They were paying him to bring them off.

Dark alleys, hidden doorways, sometimes even a motel room or a car, or a theatre or a public bathroom were where Will spent many of his nights.

His days were spent sleeping and doing mundane things like his laundry or making out money orders for utilities and bills his mum never remembered.

Will often thought Anne forgot about him completely. She was drinking herself to death and uncaring of the fact she had a son.

Goddamn Charles Whitman for leaving them to this hell!

He hated his father, whoever he was. Charles had forced this on Will.

If Will ever met the bastard he'd kill him.

So, as Will got ready for bed, stripping himself naked and crawling into the mismatched set of faded, second-hand blankets and sheets that graced his mattress on the floor, he closed his eyes and fucked his fist.

This was his orgasm, his fun after he'd had a long night of giving physical pleasure to others.

He came without any real pleasure, the tingles of his body a mere side note, cum streaking his already soiled bedding.

He sighed, shut his eyes and prayed for a way to get out of the life he was in. A way that preferably didn't lead to death. Though, at the moment, he couldn't see any other option.

He didn't know what he'd do to get away. He didn't know anything else.

And sometimes, late at night when he was feeling sorry for himself, death looked like the better option.

Will woke abruptly when a door slammed and he heard his mum giggling like a school girl, obviously drunk and not alone. He scowled, tugging his pillow over his head when he heard a deep, male chuckle answer hers.

It was going to be one of those nights, was it?

He listened to Anne moan and scream her pleasure, the man grunting and pumping away into his mum's old, well-fucked quim.

This wasn't the first time he'd been subjected to his mum being fucked so close by and it surely wouldn't be the last.

He listened to the squeaking and the pounding and the thumping and the moaning and began to grow hard. It disgusted him to his core that he got off on hearing his mum being fucked.

But that didn't stop him from pulling himself off.

After he came, so did the man and his mum and then all was silent. He was sure Anne had passed out, deeply sated and asleep in her drunk and he heard the tell-tale signs of the stranger putting on his clothes and sneaking out.

He listened to the footsteps, pausing outside his closed door as if they knew he was there, tensed and waiting and hiding, then they continued on to the front door. The door was opened, then closed, and then Will was alone again. He unclenched his taut muscles, slowly relaxing into the lumpy mattress.

He never could get comfortable with Anne's men. Several had tried to force themselves on him but he'd just managed to stop them and get away. Now, he just shut his door, remained quiet and out of the way until the men left and hoped she never mentioned having a son -- not that she usually remembered him.

He sighed and moved away from the drying puddle in his bed, turned over and stared out his curtainless window for a few minutes, then went back to sleep.

Will woke up when the sun shone in his eyes far too brightly to be real. He groaned, pushed his head under the pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

He hated mornings.

"William?"

Dear God, she was awake and relatively cognizant.

He pulled his head out and turned toward the door. "Yes, mum?"

"Why aren't you in school, darling?"

Will rolled his eyes and got out of bed. He pulled on some jeans he found on the floor and a shirt that was draped across his lamp shade. He went to the kitchen, watching Anne nurse her hang-over with a little hair of the dog and got himself some juice from the nearly empty carton in an otherwise nearly empty fridge.

"Half day, mum. Teachers had one of those meetings they're always having. Got let out early today. Been home ages."

Anne peered at him over the edge of her water glass, eyes glassy and bloodshot and trying to assess whether he was telling the truth or not but not really trying hard enough. He could see the wheels behind her tired eyes turning but knew she'd never figure a bloody thing out. She never did.

She smiled at him tiredly, hands shaking around her glass. "Oh, that's right. I remember you telling me about that the other day. I'll bet you're glad to have a bit of a day to yourself, aren't you? School work is so tiresome and difficult sometimes. I'm glad that's long behind me as I'm sure you'll be when the time comes."

Will held back his contempt and anger in favour of enjoying this rare moment with his mum. He smiled, eyes blank and dark as he stared at her over his glass of juice. "Yeah. School is boring. Need a day out every now and again."

"That's nice, poppet."

And then she faded into herself as she always did, drinking and thinking about fuck knew what. She never noticed him when she did this so he shrugged and left.

He shoved some money in his pockets after he dressed and left the house quietly. Walked down the street with his hands in his duster pockets, head down, eyes trained on the cracked sidewalk in front of him.

He sighed. Just once he wished he had some friends, a normal life.

A mum and da who weren't drunks or had run off somewhere.

He slipped into an alley and leaned against the wall. He slid down until he sat and drew his knees up to tuck his chin into them. He wrapped his arms around his legs and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later when someone prodded his leg with the tip of their hard, pointy shoe, he nearly told them to bugger off. He remembered just in time where he was and who he was. Nevermind that it wasn't during regular 'business' hours.

Pasting a smile on his face, he looked up into the green eyes of someone that made him feel uneasy. For the first time in his life, Will was frightened of a potential client.

And for the first time in his life he didn't want to give this man a fuck or a blow. He just wanted to get away from him.

He didn't know why the stranger made him feel that way...but he wasn't one to ignore his instincts. They were rarely wrong about things like this.

"Mister?"

"Shut the fuck up. Get up, boy. I wanna look at you."

Will swallowed hard but did as the John asked, trying to slink up the wall gracefully rather than scuttle and clutch at it like it would protect him from his fate. How the strange man knew what he was he had no idea but he'd humour him because he seemed dangerous. "What would you like, sir?"

"You're a little cockney whore, aren't you? Smell of the cum of a hundred different men."

Anger coursed through him, thankfully extinguishing the fear for the moment. He forced himself not to show his anger, to do as the man asked, because it would be over soon and he could fuck off somewhere that wasn't here.

"Yes, sir," he replied dutifully, as if he liked being insulted and belittled. It was likely much more than just one hundred but he wasn't about to contradict the bastard.

Yellow teeth showed beneath a curled lip -- it was supposed to be a smile but it only served to make Will even more uneasy. "You're a pretty little fucker. How about you drop your pants, turn around and spread your legs, huh? Want to fuck that tight little ass of yours...maybe have you for dinner or something, eh?"

There was a thread of something sinister in the John's words but Will couldn't determine what kind of threat the man held over him. He sucked up his courage, smiled beautifully, and did as the man asked.

The customer was always right. As long as they paid.

"Four hundred for a fuck, mate."

Large hands gripped him harder than a normal man could've. He quashed a yelp of pain. "You can't be worth that much, you little slut. We'll see, won't we?"

Will swallowed.

The man was colder than normal, thrust into him with brutal force that caused him to slam up against the brick wall despite the fact he had his arms up to brace himself. His lip split, blood dripped down his chin and somehow that spurred the stranger on.

Will breathed unevenly, tears pouring down his face, as he was raped. That could be the only word for what this man was doing to him. He might've said yes but there were unspoken rules that every John followed. Like not hurting the merchandise too much that it couldn't be used again and again, using lube or a condom if it was handy.

Not this one, though. He seemed to revel in Will's terror and his pain. He moaned and thrust harder, creating more.

Will felt himself tear and a blinding pain that made him see white lightning shot through his anus. His body trembled, he felt himself grow cold and hot at the same time, sweat beaded his upper lip.

He'd never thought being fucked to death was a possibility before now. It always sounded like a joke when you really gave it some thought.

He started to scream but somehow this man anticipated it and covered his mouth with one hand and continued fucking him so hard he thought the man's cock was going to rip up his insides....and maybe it was.

God, it hurt.

He whimpered behind the fingers holding his face tightly; he could feel bruises burning under his skin and shut his eyes to try and distance himself from this.

He heard a creaking, ripping sort of sound and then his neck was being twisted so hard to the side he thought John would break it.

And then he was being bitten. Pain ripped through his neck and ass simultaneously and it was as if he were being fucked with more than just a brutal, ramming cock.

The teeth in him grated over bone and he began to see coloured spots as he lost blood. He weakened, feeling faint. He struggled weakly.

His attacker was pulled away without warning and he fell without the weight propping him up. His head hit the ground hard and with little effort he began to pass into blissful, unfeeling unconsciousness.

He heard a fight, some snarling like two tom cats scrapping over the same bit of food. There was a spray of dust over him but he couldn't open his eyes to see what was happening. He barely felt it when he was covered by a leather jacket and lifted by two arms with very little effort at all.

And then there was nothing, just the buzzing inside his head and the emptiness of his dreams.

Will woke up to a world of unimaginable pain. He'd never felt the like before in his life.

It, for lack of a better word, sucked.

He groaned and rolled over onto his back. Then abruptly wished he hadn't because his ass was too painfully sore to be touched. He quickly shifted onto his side and opened his eyes slowly.

Groggily, he surveyed where he was. He'd never been in such a nice place before, at least not since his mum and da were still together and had money.

He frowned.

"Are you feeling better?"

He started, then groaned as pain shot through numerous places on his body. He reached up to scratch a sensitive place and found a bandage on his neck.

That's right, the bastard had bitten him as well as raped him, hadn't he? Sick fucker.

"Define better."

A man stepped out of the shadows, smiling slightly, looking concerned, hands clasped in front of him. Will had never had that look directed at him before. "Well, you've got a sense of humour. That means you're feeling at least a little less like crap."

"Yeah, well, whatever. Hey, what time is it?" Will looked around for a clock but found nothing. "What day is it for that matter?"

"Six o'clock. Thursday."

It had been Tuesday the last time Will had checked. Crap.

"A.M. or P.M.?"

"The former."

"Christ, I've not been awake at this time...well, don't remember when, anyway. I have to go. Mum'll..." he trailed off. Anne wouldn't be worried about him. Her alcohol soaked brain couldn't grasp onto more than a few things at a time and without reminders she soon forgot things completely. "Well, I just have to go. Give me a hand up, yeah?"

The man's lips pursed. He stared disapprovingly at Will. Like he'd done something wrong.

Will hadn't done bugger all! He just wanted to go home! "Something to wear would be nice too, mate. Where's me duster and boots? Those can't be replaced and they'd better not've been harmed in any way."

"Don't you want to know who I am or where you are? Or anything? That man raped you, boy! Don't you care?"

Will snorted, wishing he had the strength and the integrity of a healed sphincter to sit up and face this strange man head on; he seemed to think that he knew everything . "All right. Who are you, where am I, etcetera, etcetera?"

Dark eyes grew sad as the man sighed. He sat down in a chair by the bed, lacing his fingers underneath his chin. "I'm Angel. You're in LA. You can't go back to Sunnydale."

Will's mouth fell open. He scrambled out of the bed, paying no heed to his nakedness or the pain that shot through his body like wildfire. He glared at Angel. "You kidnapped me! Take me home at once!"

Angel rolled his eyes and stood up. "You're in no shape to go anywhere right now, even if you had that option. You can't leave. You can't go back. I didn't kidnap you, I saved you and you know it. And I know you don't have anything to go back to...so quit trying to convince me."

Will's anger vanished and hopelessness replaced it. "Why did you save me? Why not just let the wanker do what he wanted?"

Angel's brow wrinkled, focusing on the unimportant. "You don't care how I knew?"

Will shrugged and sat down gingerly on the bed; he covered himself up in the silky bed sheets and wondered what the thread count was. He absently stroked the smooth material. He'd never felt anything so soft. "The hows aren't as important as the whys, mate."

"Because you needed saving," Angel finally said, dark eyes unreadable and staring with an intensity that frightened him.

"I don't need anyone. I can take care of myself." The boy's lower lip stuck out in a sullen pout.

Angel's lips twitched; it was clear he was having a hard time hiding the grin he wanted to allow free. Then he sombered. "Yeah, it was obvious when you were getting pounded into that wall by that va--rapist."

Will frowned.

Angel pushed him down gently and tucked the covers up under his chin. He stared at him a moment longer then strode across the room, intent on leaving.

"Wait!"

Angel paused, hand on the door knob. "What?"

Will bit his lip, shifting uncomfortably. "Thanks," he mumbled softly, clearly not used to saying the word.

Angel's smile was a treat that Will wasn't often given. He savoured and memorized, stowing it away in his brain for a rainy day when he was likely to need it.

"No problem, kid."

"Why do you keep calling me kid? Are you a pervert who gets off on that?"

Angel's lips tightened. The door began to close.

"Wait! I'm sorry. I just..."

"It's okay. Get some rest."

The door clicked shut and Will was left alone.

"But...you don't even know my name...don't know a ruddy thing about me..." Will said to the door. "And I don't know nothin' about you, either..."

It was the first time he wanted someone to know who he was, the first time he wanted to know someone else.

Part Two

This is where the mysterious, umm, cameo not-real-but-sorta-real person comes in. Did that make sense?

Will slept fitfully but it was still the best night's rest he'd ever had. Not counting the stretch of being unconscious since Tuesday, that is.

He stayed still with his eyes shut for a moment, examining and taking note of his surroundings with first his ears, then slowly opening his eyes and doing the same in the unfamiliar darkness -- he'd learned his lesson the first time he'd tried to move.

In the next room he could hear whispered voices.

"Angel, man, I don't understand why you hadda bring 'im here! Usually, when I get the brain-stabbing visions from hell you just go and save 'em. That's quite rewarding in itself, you know! You don't usually bring 'em back with you like a lost puppy you felt sorry for! You don't even know this boy. He might not even want your help. How do you know you can help 'im at all?"

A loud sigh. "I know, Doyle, I know. But...you should've seen him. He...that vampire was raping him and about to kill him and...I could tell by the way he was taking it that it wasn't the first time. He's got nothing, thinks he's crap. I couldn't leave him there to rot! He's had a bad life up till now and...he deserves better."

Vampire? Were these people mental? He had to get the fuck out of here.

"I still don't think you know what you're doin' but...it's your neck, I suppose. Just don't come cryin' to me if he steals you blind or tries to slit your throat or somethin'."

"Thank you," Angel said softly, ignoring the slightly sarcastic contempt in the other man's voice. "I think we really do need to help him. You didn't see him. He's...he's so thin a stiff wind could blow him away and looks like he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders. He's too young to have to feel that. I just...I think he needs my help."

Will scowled. He wasn't a charity case, he didn't want pity. This Angel guy could fuck off for all he cared.

He got up, only cringing and whimpering through clenched teeth once or twice when the pain got really bad. He looked for his clothes but only found his t-shirt, duster and boots. He appropriated some far-too-large pants from a drawer in the dresser he found and put them on with his own clothes. Not the fashion statement of the century but it would do until he could get himself some more jeans.

He checked his duster pockets and found the money that had been in his jeans. He frowned at it for a moment then shook his head and continued dressing. At least this Angel guy wasn't a thief.

He was bent down on one knee tying his boot laces when the door creaked open and Angel and that Doyle guy he'd been talking to entered the bedroom. He hurriedly finished and stood up, careful not to make it known exactly how much pain he was in. He wouldn't put it past the other man to physically restrain him and force him to stay.

"Thanks for the place to crash and for saving my ass and all that rot but I'm gonna split, all right?"

"But..."

Green eyes under black brows stared compassionately at him, like they understood him, from Angel's side.

Spike wasn't having any of that. He didn't need understanding, he needed to get the fuck out of there and make some more money. LA was, after all, a more expensive place to live in; he couldn't get home on the four-hundred some odd bucks in his pockets.

If he wanted to go home at all.

He pointedly looked away, twisting the waist of his borrowed pants with one nervous hand.

"It's been a real blast, Angel...er, nice to meet you and your little Irish friend there. If you'll show me the door I'll be on my way."

Angel watched helplessly as Doyle pointed Will toward the door. "Wait, what's your name?"

Will stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned back to look at him. For a moment his eyes softened. "Will."

"Will," Angel repeated softly.

Then Will turned and nearly ran up the stairs in his hurry to get out of there.

"Do ya think he heard us?"

Angel sighed. "Yeah, I think he did, Doyle. Dammit."

For the low fee of two blow-jobs a day, Will got a hotel room and two meals. It was a price he couldn't beat. He couldn't afford to tap into his savings for insignificant crap like that, yet. He needed to buy some clothes and toiletries first. Had to make himself pretty and appealing for potential customers.

He bought a few things and scattered them about his crappy little room to make it look a bit more like home, the home he'd never had.

He put on his new clothes, blew the manager and went out to hook. It didn't take long before he found a willing pervert ready to exploit the innocence he portrayed but didn't have any longer.

Sometimes, it was a good thing he looked younger than he actually was. There were an awful lot of pedophiles out there ready to take advantage of a poor little lost boy alone in the big city. And willing to pay obscenely for that opportunity.

He got three hundred for a blow-job. Christ, he could clean up in this town with all the rich, horny bastards that were willing to pay so much for so little.

He had a bit of money in his pocket, a swagger in his step despite the pain he was still in but it was a good day. A day he didn't have to worry about mum because he wasn't going back. He figured she'd probably shack up with one of her men...or start a little business like he had. She was never short any men callers so she could get a pretty penny for herself if she asked.

He pushed thoughts of his poor sot of a mother aside and looked for another John.

LA might not be such a bad place, after all.

More than two weeks after he'd been brought to LA without his permission, Will was making a name for himself as a prostitute. He still wasn't taking dick up his ass yet because he wasn't quite healed enough -- and perhaps he wasn't ready for that again, either -- but he was becoming quite the hot commodity for blow-jobs and hand-jobs.

He was known simply as Spike and that was all anyone needed to know.

He sucked, he jerked, he got hundreds of dollars for only a few minutes work.

Ah, this was the life. Working hard at hardly working.

He had a vague sense of being watched, maybe even being followed; the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, but he chalked it up to being paranoid after what had happened to him in Sunnydale.

He left the flea-bag hotel he'd been staying in and moved into a slightly more upscale one. This one, he paid for with actual money. Of course, the manager was a woman so that deterred him slightly from paying for it with the other type of currency he was fond of using.

It wasn't until three weeks of his being in LA that he thought about Angel again. And it wasn't because he wanted to, it was because the bastard was following him down the street.

"You know, stalking's against the law, right? You're one of those do-gooder types, yeah? Well, fag off and do some good some place else, where you're needed. Bloody stop harassing me. I'll call the police."

Of course, he was bluffing about the police thing. No cop would care if anyone was mistreating a prostitute. They'd throw Will in jail instead.

Angel fell into step beside him, not offended in the slightest by Will's snide tone. "I'm looking out for you. You're in a bad...profession, Will. If you don't want me to help you the way I want to then you're going to have to deal with me doing it this way. I'm not leaving you alone. You'll end up dead in a ditch somewhere."

Will rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that. It's Spike and fuck off. I'm not going to die. I know how to take care of myself. I don't need someone hanging around all the time, screwing with my job. It's bad for business being seen with a John for more than a bit. You're putting off paying nonces, you wanker. I'm losing money every second you're not gone."

Angel's lips tightened, but he kept his mouth shut about what Will did for a living. "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere I want. Ta ta, tosser." Will stalked off hurriedly, wanting to get rid of the asshole so he could do some more business. He was every inch the smug, cocky Spike once he'd reached the corner. Leather pants hugged his legs and his duster flapped behind him.

He forced the tall, dark hulk of a man to the back of his mind. He couldn't start thinking about anyone but himself. It would put him off his game.

He wished he had a smoke to add to the vision he knew he created but those were hard to come by when you were young and didn't have enough money for a fake ID -- he was unwillingly quitting smoking. It was a royal pain in the ass. He felt twitchy and needed the nicotine desperately.

Angel didn't come after him and for that he could be extremely thankful. Later, though, when he was jerking some guy off in his car talking dirty talk to him 'oh, daddy, please let baby touch your naughty place; baby makes you happy, doesn't he, daddy?; daddy's little baby boy wants him to cum hard all over his face', etcetera, he thought he saw a flash of dark leather in an alley across the street but Will chose not to acknowledge it. He wanted to get the guy off and get out. All the daddy can I's and the baby wants were annoying.

The guy blew his top, gave him his two hundred bucks and then Will was free as a bird, ready to go back to his humble hotel abode and hit the sack.

He was so tired. Tired of everything, really, but he'd have to go out tomorrow and do it again.

With a sigh, he trudged back to the hotel. He pulled out the wad of cash he'd earned that night and sat on his bed to count it. That was what he did every night after 'getting off work'. Even before showering and brushing his teeth until his gums bled and using mouthwash until his mouth burned, trying to get rid of the taste of scores of nameless men.

Sixteen hundred. Not bad at all. At this rate he'd be able to get his own place soon.

After a couple of weeks of Angel following him, Will came to expect the older man to come up at some point during the night and try to talk him out of what he was doing or just be silent, stoic and menacing -- to him or the Johns, Will wasn't sure; Angel could've been trying to appear threatening to scare him off his work, not that he was afraid of the hulking man.

No matter what he said or did, Angel wouldn't go away. It unnerved him but also sent a shaft of warmth through his heart. It was nice to know at least someone cared. Even if he was a pervert who stalked him so easily.

"So, how's the old stalking tonight, Angel? Seen any good views of my ass lately?"

Angel nearly broke a grin at that one, Will would swear on a stack of Bibles. The brunet shook his head. "I know you're probably tired of hearing this but...you can come and stay with me. No strings...I'd just feel better if you weren't wandering the streets at night."

Will snorted and pulled a straw from the pack in his pocket -- he'd bought them so he'd have something to do with his hands and mouth between sexual acts; he still missed smoking -- and popped it into his mouth to chew. He raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at the other man. "You do know what I do, right?"

Angel sighed, big shoulders slumping a little. "Yes, I'm well aware of what you do, Wi--Spike. That doesn't mean I have to like it or will stop trying to get you to quit doing it. You deserve better. A better life than this."

The blond rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, mate. Hey, why don't you bugger off? That bloke over there looks like he wants my little boy mouth wrapped 'round his big, manly cock."

Angel grimaced and watched Will walk away.

Will really enjoyed provoking the older man like that. It was fun.

An Angel look-alike pulled up, gave him a charming smile and crooked a finger at him. Will smiled innocently and walked slowly, hesitantly, as if he didn't know what he was doing. The man's dark eyes smoldered and Will gave himself a mental pat on the back as he got in the car and was driven a couple blocks over to a more private place fit for the occasion.

Look-alike-Angel pulled open his pants, cutting straight to the chase. "I want to fuck you. How much is that?"

Will stared at the large cock leaking pre-cum from the end. He licked his lips. Good thing he'd brought lube -- the thing was huge. "I don't know, mister, how much ya think I'm worth?"

Look-alike-Angel shuddered, eyes flickering half shut. "Bet you make a mint, don't you, baby boy? How about a five-er?"

Will blinked his baby blues. "Five hundred?" Look-alike-Angel nodded, stroking his cock lightly. "Okay."

If the man had that much to waste, who was he to refuse?

He pulled off his duster, searched its pockets for the lubricant he'd stashed there earlier that night and squirted some in the man's hand. He tossed his duster on the hood of the car where he could keep an eye on it. "Get nice and wet, mister, you've got a really big willy and my poor, little baby ass will split open if you don't. Be careful 'cause I'm innocent, like."

The man snorted, eyes twinkling with good humour. "Yeah, you are such a talented little slut with such pretty blue eyes. Never seen eyes like yours. Spread 'em, baby blue, I'm gonna ream that tight little ass of yours like you've never been reamed before."

Will closed his eyes as he pulled down his pants, let them puddle around his ankles, leaned against the roof of the car and spread his legs as far as he could. He whimpered and moaned and breathed in the right places and soon he had a big, hard cock spearing him.

He was surprised by Look-alike-Angel almost immediately. The man took great care in not hurting him and angled himself to hit Will's prostate. The boy moaned genuinely from time to time, clenching tight muscles around the slippery cock moving inside him.

The man gripped his hips and came inside him with a low grunt. Will felt him withdraw, rubbing his ass gently with both open palms. Look-alike-Angel did up his pants and helped Will with his own. The other man looked like he wanted a post-coital kiss but Will didn't do those.

"Gee, mister, you have a great big cock. It felt good deep inside me, filling me up, like." He sidled up to the older man and rubbed his entire body against him, peering up at him through his dark lashes.

Look-alike-Angel patted his head and then dug into his back pocket for his wallet. "You were great. I was right about you. Here, and a tip for being a good boy. Have a nice night, baby boy."

He handed Will a stack of bills and got in his car. Will hurriedly grabbed his duster and put it back on, smiling sweetly as the headlights trained on him briefly and the man drove by slowly.

The window rolled down. "You around here a lot?"

"Yes, sir. I'd love to have a repeat visit. If that's what you want..." He batted his eyes.

The man chuckled. "Will do. Bye then."

He left and Will let the facade fall away with a smirk. He looked down at the wad of money in his hand.

He really liked the ones like that one.

Quickly stuffing the money into one of the inner pockets of his coat, he wrapped it around him tightly and bounced back to the hotel.

He ignored the shadow lurking after him in the dark and the erection he'd received because of it.

He jerked off in the shower when he got in and then counted his money, for once changing his routine and putting himself and his body's needs first.

He'd made seven hundred from one generously kind-hearted man who knew how to fuck. He hoped he met him again. If he became a regular...

Or hell, if he was inclined Will would let him be his sugar daddy if that was what he wanted.

He went to sleep dreaming about Angel and great piles of money.

Will decided to take the day off. Working boys didn't normally do that but he figured since he didn't have a pimp to share his money with and he'd gotten quite a lot saved up he should take a day to pamper himself.

Though, after he had a nice long soak in the bathtub, a nice meal that filled him up, dressed in one of the few comfortable sets of clothes he'd bought not for the job but for lounging around in and went out, he discovered he'd made his way to Angel's building.

He sighed. His stupid subconscious was throwing Angel in his face.

Well, he might as well go in and see what the old perv was doing.

He sneaked in just because he could, and also because no one answered his knock. He crept silently through the nicely furnished basement apartment from room to room, wondering what he was doing skulking around after a guy like Angel. He didn't deserve a guy like Angel.

He sighed. He was a whore, Angel was...well, it was like the movie Pretty Woman only obviously not going to turn out that way. Julia Roberts he was not.

He frowned when he found nothing but antiques and silence as he wandered from room to room. Finally, at the end of his little trespassing venture, he found a closed door -- the only closed door.

With a trembling hand he opened it and looked inside. It was pretty dark but the dim light from the hall snaked in and allowed him to identify from what he could tell was a very nice bedroom. He wondered if it was Angel's.

Going in further, he felt for the light switch. Finding it, he turned it on and was surprised to find that it was wired to two lamps on either side of the bed and not an overhead light.

And in the mammoth bed that dominated the room was Angel, sound asleep and completely oblivious to his presence.

With a grin he tip-toed over and watched the sleeping man from close quarters.

He was beautiful. So beautiful it hurt.

Will reached out to touch the other man's face and got the shock of his life when a hand shot up at an inhuman speed and latched onto his forearm before he could even touch Angel. There was a low growl, a sound like stretching rubber and Will watched in horror as Angel's beautiful face transformed into...well, the only word he could think of was 'monster'.

Will did the only thing he could think to do at a time like this.

He screamed and began to struggle ineffectually. "Lemme go, lemme go, lemme go!"

Angel blinked and seemed to come back to himself. He stared at Will as if he hadn't seen him before and then let go of his arm to sit up in a haze of confusion.

"Will?"

"God, please don't kill me. I swear I won't tell a soul who...what...I won't tell anyone about what I've seen. I swear. Just...let me go and I'll...go. You'll never see me again." Will hunkered down in one corner of the room between Angel's dresser and bedside table and rocked back and forth with his arms wrapped tightly around his torso. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening,” became his soft, slightly insane chant.

“Will? Please, calm down. I promise I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you. I...care about you too much for that. Just...just come and sit on the bed and I’ll tell you everything, okay? Come back to me.”

Will quieted and raised glassy eyes to Angel’s naked form. They roved from bare toes to naked erect cock, to hairless chest and finally that...face. He swallowed hard. “What are you?”

Angel sighed and forced his face to return to its normal beautiful planes. He ran a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. “Vampire.”

“You’re a vampire? A fucking vampire!” Will’s laugh was slightly hysterical. “You...can’t be bloody serious! You’re off your fucking tree, mate!”

“You saw me, Will. You know it’s true. And...that’s who attacked you the day I saved you. He was a vampire. If I hadn't come when I did...he'd have drained you after he was finished raping you.”

Will drew his knees closer to his chest and stared at his booted feet as he thought. Well, it did make some sort of fucked up sense. The dark and mysterious hero of the night thing...well, he’d wondered why he’d never seen Angel during the day and now he knew why but...it was all so confusing and overwhelming.

It couldn’t be real, could it? Maybe he’d slipped and hit his head and was having a crazy dream?

He pinched himself and decided with a wince, that no, he wasn’t dreaming. This was very real.

This was real.

He swallowed, repeatedly trying to rid his throat of the lump that had formed there. “The guy that was raping me in broad daylight was a vampire?” he rasped.

The biting thing made sense now. He unconsciously brought a hand up to the bite mark that had yet to fade.

Angel looked sheepish. “Well, now that does sound crazy, doesn’t it? A vampire out in the day? Well, see, it was a dark alley and one of the buildings was a vampire nest. There was a sewer entrance, which is how I got there in the first place, and it was pretty shady there.”

“Shady’s right, mate,” Will scoffed, finally shaking himself from his daze as he warmed to the subject to get to the heart of the matter. “Bunch of vampires in an alley. One rapes me, nearly kills me, the other saves me just in the nick of time...it’s bloody insane.”

The vampire’s lips pursed. “Can you come sit up here with me? I don’t like talking to my dresser and you'll also be more comfortable.”

Will sighed, then climbed to his feet unsteadily. He warily moved from his safe little corner haven and hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed as far from the vampire as he could be without sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the room.

Angel grinned faintly at the distance between them. “So,” he continued, “My friend has visions. He had one of you that day. I saved you because that’s what I do. I save the innocent and fight evil. I’ve been tagging along at your...appointments at night to be sure you’re okay. Doyle's been giving me hell because I’m slacking off at the hero gig. You’d really be doing me a personal favour if you stayed here...Doyle might actually get off my back about you if you did.”

Will snorted. “Oh, I would, would I? And what would I get out of staying here? What would cause me to want to stay here in the first place? You’re a...you’re a vampire, Angel, you might get the urge to eat me or something. And...I don’t want to die.”

Angel’s grin turned wicked, dark eyes sparkling as they roved Will's body. “I’ve already had the urge to eat you...or something. Believe me, I can control myself.”

Will flushed at the silky insinuation, legs nervously bouncing. He pushed himself higher on the bed, incidentally moving himself closer to the vampire watching him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Please? Doyle got a vision of you for a reason. I felt it the day we met and I still feel it. Just humour me, okay? You can come and go as you please...as long as it’s just during the day. There are less dangers during the day than at night. I’ll reimburse you if you lose money. I’d rather you quit whoring yourself out because you’re better than that but...if you can’t, I’ll understand. The lure is...very strong.”

“What, were you a street whore?” Will asked, gawking disbelievingly.

“No. Close. When I was your age I fucked anything that moved. I practically screwed the whole Irish countryside before I was turned; it went on for over a decade, not even the threat of hell and damnation from my da could stop me. Didn't do it for money, though. Did it to spite my bastard father. He was a hardass preacher who got kicks out of telling me how much of a disappointment I was, no matter how I tried to be better. I gave up and started being the town whore, drinking and fucking around like it was going out of style...”

“Just how old are you?”

“Two hundred and ninety-six including my human years.”

Will’s mouth fell open. “Bloody hell.”

“How old are you?”

The boy scowled, lower lip pushing out wetly from between the two rows of teeth he’d been nibbling on it with. “Nearly sixteen.”

“God, you’re so young. I don’t even remember being that age. I was twenty-seven when I died.”

“Ruddy hell, you’re ancient.”

Angel sighed and restrained himself from ruffling the boy’s hair. “Smart-assed little bastard.”

Will grinned cheekily but then his demeanor changed. “Angel, really, answer me this one question.”

The vampire moistened his lips and pulled the covers higher over his nudity. “What?”

“Why me? You could’ve just left me there, you know. After you’d killed that...thing that...attacked me.”

“I told you. I had to help you. I couldn’t leave you. I don’t really know why. I don't ask questions about the visions Doyle gets, I just...follow through with them. Try to help the people he sees in danger. This was...different somehow.”

“You were...drawn to me?” Will asked softly, eyes flitting away from Angel’s so fast it made his head spin.

“Yeah,” Angel replied, equally as soft.

“Oh. I...dunno. I don’t think I can stay with you, Angel. You’re...not human. I don’t know you. I’m...doing quite well on my own. You’ve seen it yourself. I’ve got a few regulars now and they pay well. I’ve got a brilliant hotel room with all the things I could want. It’s better than it’s ever been! I don’t think I can leave it. I just...I’m not ready, okay?”

Angel sighed, disappointed. “I understand.”

Will picked at one jagged fingernail and when he unintentionally brought it up to his mouth to chew on out of habit he forced himself to put his hand back in his lap. “I...should go. I shouldn’t’ve come here in the first place. I was invading your privacy and I’m sorry.”

He stood up and made it to the door before Angel said anything.

“Will...you can come anytime. I don’t mind. I mean, you know about me now, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter,” he whispered as he left the room and finally Angel’s building.

But it did matter. At least a little.

Knowing Angel was different was one thing but knowing exactly how different? That was an entire other universe. He’d have to think about things for a while. Discovering a whole other world that hadn’t existed to him before was mind-boggling and he had to get used to the idea of it before he tried to dive into the deep end. He could end up drowning if he wasn’t careful.

He went back to his hotel room, had another bath -- hot enough to make his skin burn and his eyes water -- and then tucked himself away into bed. He slept all day, brow knotted with a frown as he dreamt of strange things that went bump in the night.

And the main creature feature of his dreams was Angel. Only instead of being a monster, the vampire with the face of an Angel was the hero and Will was never scared.

He felt safe.

That in itself was enough to scare him more than anything else.

Part Three

Angel didn’t show up for several days after the ‘outing’ at his apartment. Will was equal parts saddened and relieved about it. He missed him and he didn’t.

He was confused as hell.

But he continued to work, pulling in much needed money to buy things he never thought he’d have. Though, he figured he’d have to wait to buy anything bigger than a portable CD player because he didn’t actually have a home to keep any of it in. Traveling light seemed like the thing to do. Something happened, he could put his belongings in a single bag and get the hell out of Dodge.

His favourite regular, David the Angel look-alike, came round like clockwork. Nearly every night Will got a visit from the pretty man with movie star good looks and the bottomless wallet. It was a nice change to nameless and faceless Johns who never really talked to him other than to say ‘fuck yourself on my cock, little bitch’ or ‘fucking suck my dick, you English cunt’, 'yeah, little blue-eyed whore, take it like the naughty little boy you are'.

David treated him like spun glass, like he was something; it was like he was with the human version of Angel. He gifted Will with jewelry, with great amounts of cash, with the possibility of a normal life if he wanted it...

...but it wasn’t the same. Will didn’t know if he wanted a human version of Angel when he burned for the real vampiric version more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life.

David’s Mercedes, expensive jewelry and stacks of money somehow couldn’t add up to the mystique and intrigue and natural charisma that Angel had.

Will sighed, leaning a forearm on the edge of the trash can he was draped over getting fucked against. He canted his hips and faked a breathy moan to cover his sigh. Getting dicked by a small cock didn't feel anything like pleasure; he barely felt it at all. His life just sucked. He could have it all with David and yet he wanted it with Angel, the vampire, who he probably couldn’t have because he was a vampire.

The man behind him suddenly sped up and he made the appropriate coos and moans and ‘God, you’re such a stud, do me harder, oh yeah’ noises and the little balding man with the paunch came up his ass, little dick spewing hot cum like a geyser, completely contradicting its lack of size.

The old man panted and readjusted his clothing; Will pulled up and fastened his pants then pasted on a satisfied expression before he turned around. The little man beamed at him and patted him on the cheek before he gave him some money.

Will blew him a kiss and waved as the little man wandered off down the street looking as if he’d just gotten the fuck of his life. And most likely he had.

Will counted the bills and scowled. It was only one-fifty. Needle-dick had stiffed him.

He sighed. He hated when that happened.

But. His other customers made up for it, at least. He’d know to avoid that one if he ever came around again.

He walked stiffly down the sidewalk, ignoring the twinge in his stomach that came from being fucked against the metal garbage can -- he'd have bruises later. He ignored Angel’s silent condemnation as the vampire followed along somewhere behind him.

He brought David to his little hotel room this time. He was tired of being fucked in and against cars, roughly thrust into metal cans or dumpsters or brick walls. Kinky was all well and fun but it got old and sometimes Will just wanted a good horizontal surface. Preferably a soft bed where he could fake orgasmic sounds with at least a little dignity.

So, here they were in his hotel room. David was on top of him, they were both naked and Will was having the time of his life having the larger body rubbing against his own, creating a heated friction that felt so damned good.

Frottage was one of his favourite things. It meant he didn't have to do much.

He groaned as David bit lightly into the side of his neck and thrust up jerkily. He clutched at the other man’s shoulders, grasping them hard with white-knuckled hands.

“Yes, mister, do it harder. Make your baby boy cum. Shoot your spunk all over my tight little body. Rub your hot body all over me.”

The other man moaned and he turned his head, allowing David to suck the other side of his neck and lick his ear lobe. His balls were tightening and he was gasping and this was it. This was the first orgasm he’d allowed himself to have in the presence of a John. Probably not the last with David, though.

This one was special.

He couldn’t help but think of Angel and that made it hotter. His skin tightened and prickled with their combined sweat and as he opened his eyes, blankly gazing out the uncovered window, he inhaled sharply as he saw Angel standing outside watching.

He came so hard he saw stars; he nearly passed out. He never looked away from Angel’s dark-eyed gaze.

David came soon after, murmuring nonsense into the curve of his wet neck. He rubbed the other man’s shoulders gently. “Yes, sir, you treat your baby boy so good, you do. Like what you do to me. Love your big hard cock, the feel of your hot body against mine.”

The other man moaned and when Will blinked Angel was gone. He fought back the automatic stab of disappointment that shot through him and resolved not to spoil the moment for his favourite and highest paying John.

They lay there a few moments then David got up and tried to cajole Will into showering with him but Will demurred, saying he was too exhausted from the wonderful orgasm to get up. That got him a grin from the big guy, a shy one that tore at his heart.

David so desperately wanted love, for Will to love him but it wasn’t going to happen and Will was beginning to feel bad for stringing him along, despite the fact that it was his job.

He sighed as he stared at the ceiling, listening to the water and the faint singing -- the horrible, out of tune singing -- coming from the bathroom. He’d end it with David. He’d pick up shop and move to a new neighborhood or something.

Or something.

Will showed up at Angel’s apartment with a small duffle bag in tow and a slight smile on his lips. “You toss off after you watched the show last night? You old wankin’ pervert.”

Angel smiled faintly, used to the brash language and unique way of insulting him by now, and let Will in, closing the door after him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m thinking one of two things. One: I pick up and move to someplace new, get a new list of clients, get a new price for my not inconsiderable talents. Or two: I could move in with you and you can protect my tight little ass from harm. I could live it up in your posh basement flat and have the ruddy time of my young life.”

Angel arched an eyebrow, watching as Will made himself at home by tossing his little bag down in the middle of the floor, sitting down on his couch and propping his dirty boots on his three hundred year old imported Chinese coffee table. The vampire gestured with his eyes and fingers.

The boy took his boots off the table with an easy grin, relaxing against the plush couch with his legs spread wide and his hands framing his groin.

It was the perfect picture of beauty, of seduction.

Angel had to admit Will was good. Almost too good.

He cleared his throat and poured himself a glass from the expensive crystal decanter on his wet bar. He sat down on the couch with the blond and sipped his drink silently. “So, you want to move in with me or skip town?”

“That’s about the gist of it, yeah. Thought I’d go over it with you and see which I liked more...which you liked more...”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Spike.”

“Okay, fine. Just tell me this? You want me to leave or do you want me to stay?”

Angel put down his drink and turned to face the boy. “You know what I want.”

“Well, then, there we go. Simple. I’m staying here then. Hope you don’t hog the covers because I'm not sleeping on the floor, or the couch, and I didn't see a guest room when I was snooping around that one day.”

Will didn’t stop being Spike. He enjoyed being Spike. He enjoyed the thrill of the seduction of strange men. He enjoyed being paid for his services.

He enjoyed the jealousy he provoked in the vampire, who kept his mouth shut about what he did but Will knew he hated it with every stolen ounce of blood in his beautiful body.

Every day Will went out and hooked. He did it with ease and with a dignity no other whore would’ve gotten away with having and keeping. Spike was sought after and craved and paid very well.

Every night he came home smelling as if he’d been dipped in a dozen different men’s spunk. He washed in Angel's luxurious shower, spending an hour at a time in the almost endlessly hot spray. He skipped around the apartment in little or no clothing.

To watch Angel slowly succumbing to the seduction he'd begun shortly after moving in was a thing of beauty.

They did sleep in the same bed but Angel never touched him, no matter what Will did. Will would pretend to fall asleep and then roll around and grope the vampire, sleep on top of the vampire, hump the vampire in his sleep.

Nothing cracked the veneer of the vampire's cool facade. Will thought it was because Angel thought he was too young but...well, he'd show him.

Somehow.

Will didn't know why he continued to fuck with Angel the way he did but...he was beginning to really like it, to like him.

Angel’s little Irish friend Doyle didn’t know what to make of him. The one time he’d come down to the apartment unannounced, Will had been slouched on the couch watching something on tv, legs spread wide, only wearing a small terrycloth towel that hid absolutely nothing while he was in that pose.

Doyle had spluttered for a good two solid minutes, eyes wide, nostrils flared, body tensed, hands clenched at his sides so hard Will thought he heard the bones crack...and then he’d turned tail and complained to Angel that Will was a temptation unto even the strongest and straightest of men and if he didn’t start wearing more clothes he’d quit visions, be damned.

That had put a stop to his near naked parading around but that didn’t spoil his fun. Doyle still couldn’t look him in the eye and Angel stared at him like he was a piece of meat he wanted to sink some long, hard part of his body into. The vampire was becoming possessive and it made Will's body fill with heat and longing.

Though, he began to miss David. He’d changed streets, a few blocks over from where he'd worked before, and made sure to stay hidden until someone pulled up looking for a good, expensive orgasm. It was difficult but he managed.

He managed to put David in the back of his mind and concentrate on more important things. For a while.

It was after a long night of hooking and he was walking home -- and he couldn’t imagine anywhere else being home for him now -- when he felt someone following him. It wasn’t anything like the times he’d known Angel was there watching over him...this was something sinister, something dark and oily skittering up his spine underneath his skin, making the tiny hairs on his body stand up in foreboding.

He shivered in the cool night air and wrapped his leather coattails firmly around himself. He sped up. Only a few more blocks and he’d be back at Angel’s.

“Where did you go, baby boy? I’ve really missed you. Have you been avoiding me?”

Oh, Christ!

He turned quickly toward the voice, heart beating erratically in his chest. He cleared his throat to mask some of the fear that had crept into him at the suddenness of David’s arrival.

“Hello, mister. ‘Course I’ve not been avoiding you. Been really busy, is all. Baby’s got to make ends meet, you know? You know you’ll always be my favourite...”

David smiled shyly, looking at him through dark eyelashes as was his habit. He scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk and moved a little closer. “Can baby boy come play with me?”

Will swallowed hard, looking down the block toward Angel’s place -- he couldn’t see it but it was looming ahead, so close yet so far away. He shook himself slightly.

This was David. David was a sweet guy. Just this one time and he’d make sure this kind of thing never happened again.

He smiled innocently, posture changing into a more open, provocative, yet purely little boy stance. “Baby boy loves to play with sir. Do you want baby boy to suck your big, hard cock and make you cum so sweetly down his tight baby boy throat?”

David moistened his lips with a rapid flick of his tongue. His eyes dilated as he stared at Will's mouth hungrily. “Yes, yes, please. I’ve missed my baby boy blue’s mouth.”

“C’mon, then, sir....gonna take right good care of you because you’ve a lovely cock that should be cherished and worshipped.”

He led David behind the grocery store on the corner and proceeded to blow his mind. When he was finished, he stayed kneeling, smiling up at the older man with little boy lips and little boy eyes that held the wickedness of a learned bad boy.

He massaged the still shaking brunet’s hip softly through stretched denim once he'd put him back in his jeans. “Was that good, sir?”

“Mmmm,” David hummed, eyes still shut, pulse fluttering visibly in the side of his neck. He finally opened his eyes a few moments later and looked down at the boy bent before him. He caressed Will’s cheek, following the sharp line of his cheek bone to his temple. He combed his hand through the boy’s hair, stroking him like a beloved pet. “That was so good, baby boy. You should get a bonus for that.”

Will smiled genuinely. One more time was always worth it.

“Wi--Spike?”

He cursed Angel silently, forcing his features not to react to the vampire’s presence. “Yes, Angel?” he asked quietly, too quietly for David to hear but loudly enough he knew the vampire’s enhanced senses would pick it up.

“Are you all right?” The voice edged closer. Which meant Angel was moving closer.

He scrambled to his feet, managing to keep smiling at David just by the grace of his wonderful talents. “Sorry, mister, I’ve got to go. Now, about my bonus...”

David’s eyebrows drew together in a thunderous frown. “Who’s Angel?”

“Nobody you know, sir. Nobody important that you need to worry your pretty little head about...” He wanted to get his goddamn money and get the hell out of there. Now!

David stared at him a moment longer; Angel didn’t come any closer but Will knew he was watching from the shadows with his beady little x-ray vampire eyes and Will began to sweat.

His John dug into his pocket and handed him a stack of folded bills. “Here, baby. You earned it.” Then he smiled and patted Will’s cheek again.

Will smiled and stepped away, then hurried toward where he’d heard Angel’s voice once David had started walking away in the opposite direction. “Angel, you right bastard!” he hissed, once he was sure he was far enough from his client so that he wouldn’t be heard. “You had no right!”

Angel growled, suddenly revealing himself to be closer than Will had known. He grabbed Will’s upper arms and shook him. “You could’ve been hurt! I haven’t pushed but...this guy seems like a whack-o. Please, quit. I can give you money, Will. Just say the word.” He gentled his grip and cupped the side of Will’s face. “I want to take care of you, sweet little boy.”

Will’s cock stirred. His eyes searched Angel’s golden ones and he wasn’t disgusted by the vampire; he’d come to terms with that part of Angel toward the beginning, he wasn’t disgusted by Angel at all. He...was enamored by him, could come to love him if he let himself.

If he wasn't half-way there already.

This wasn’t a game anymore. It was starting to turn into obsession.

Oh, he was so fucked.

“Angel?”

“Yeah?”

Will looked at the vampire’s lips. “Can we go back to your place?”

Angel swallowed, picked Will up and without another word practically flew the few blocks to the apartment. Will was unceremoniously tossed into Angel’s bed, stripped of his clothing and worshipped like he’d never been but always wished he would be.

When Angel took him the first time, he was gentle and spooned up behind Will on his side. He fucked Will slowly, licked and sucked his neck and shoulder and anywhere his mouth could reach as he moved slowly in and out of the boy’s body. Their hands laced together and Will undulated back each time Angel thrust forward. Will wrapped his top leg over Angel's and opened himself to the vampire's invasion.

The second time was on hands and knees. Angel pistoned in and out fast and hard, hands nearly brutal as they latched onto his hips to pull him backward into each of his thrusts. Will’s face was mashed into the mattress and he could scarcely breathe but he didn’t care. Angel was fucking him the way he liked to be fucked, the way he wanted, needed, and his thighs were spread wide to accommodate and take more.

The next several times were a blur. The shower, against a wall, straddling Angel on the sofa, lying on his back with his legs up near his armpits, on the floor, on the kitchen table, sitting back to front in the bathtub.

It was an endless sea of fucking and Will didn’t even need the money. Didn’t even think about it at all during that first day of frenetic sex.

Didn't think about getting paid with Angel, at all.

Didn't sleep and didn't miss it.

Doyle only came down once before he learned to call ahead to see if Angel was otherwise occupied.

And he and Angel were inseparable all the time they were both at home. Will didn’t go out, didn’t hook, Angel went off to fight the bad guys and slay demons and at home it was a fairy tale. Each kiss melted a piece of the ice around Will's heart; he never thought he'd like kissing, he never allowed the Johns to do it. It was a rule he'd never broken, so it came as a surprise that he liked it so much.

Or maybe it was Angel.

Will was channel surfing, eating popcorn and sipping on double fudge Yoohoo when he heard a noise. Frowning, he muted the television. When nothing happened he started to turn the volume back up when he heard it again.

Swallowing hard, he put down his snacks and the remote and crept on the balls of his feet as silently as he could toward the source of the noise.

He could kick Angel’s ass for leaving him here alone. No one needed to be saved that badly, dammit. Will needed him more than any stupid bint who got herself in a scrape and was too stupid to get herself back out again.

As he neared the entrance, feet were suddenly coming down the stairs toward him. He didn’t recognize the shoes or legs or the torso but suddenly as the face appeared all the blood left his.

“D-David?”

The brunet grinned innocently. “Hello, baby boy. I’ve missed you. You’ve been naughty. You’ve been playing with that...man and keeping yourself hidden away from me. I need you.”

And then David hefted something over his shoulder and swung at Will’s head. Will was too shocked to duck and simply took the brunt of the hit with his face. He dropped like a stone, almost immediately knocked out cold.

David smiled, sighed blissfully, and picked up Will’s unconscious body. He threw Will over his shoulder and climbed the stairs, patting the flank of his sleeping boy.

“You’ll learn your place, baby boy. You’re not here for his pleasure, you’re here for mine. You didn’t remember that. But I bought you. Bought and paid for you.”

Will woke up to a world not only introduced to pain but completely consumed by it. His head hurt like hell, face felt like it was swollen to three times its original size, his mouth was dry and his arms and legs were chafing from the ropes.

Wait a second. Ropes?

Will opened his eyes and was greeted -- once his eyes could focus -- by the image of a shyly smiling David sitting naked and cross-legged at the end of a bed he didn’t recognize. David had knocked him out, carried him who the hell knew where, gagged and tied him up.

David was supposed to be a nice guy! What the hell happened?

He couldn't believe he hadn't seen this coming. Normally, his instincts were spot on.

He mumbled behind the gag, eyes showing a desperation that was growing by the moment.

“Ah, baby boy blue, you can’t speak because you’ve been bad. You’ve used that sweet little boy mouth of yours to pleasure a guy that really didn’t deserve it. Did he pay you a lot? Did he take care of you by fucking you and loving you? No! I did! I fucked you and touched you and loved you more than anybody ever could and then you stopped coming to Sulfur Street and I got worried about you. I saw you one day and followed you and discovered you’d moved to Chestnut and were seeing that hulking caveman guy that sorta looks like me only not as handsome. I’ve been watching you the last few days, boy blue. Why’d you do those things with him and not with me?”

The last question was asked with genuine puzzlement but it didn’t fool Will even a little. David was deranged, in need of a nice jacket with long white sleeves and buckles in the back, maybe a nice little padded cell to go with it.

He worried the cloth in his mouth, eyes wide with fear.

David sighed and got up, large, erect cock bouncing between his legs. He pulled a whip out of a chest at the foot of the bed and snapped it with a laugh. He pulled a knife and a cock-ring and a straight razor from it and set them down on the end of the bed Will didn’t occupy. He withdrew some plastic wrap, a large carpet needle, a hammer, some clothes pins and a large knitting needle.

Will shifted and it was then that he realised he was lying on a large plastic tarp. His eyes widened.

David was going to do things to him...very messily.

The whip was first. It kissed Will’s skin and made welts almost instantly, it drew blood and made long stripes that covered his pale body in red cris-crosses that David delighted in creating. David whipped his legs and his arms, belly and his chest, his neck and his thighs, the soles of his feet and even his cock and balls.

Will tried to scream but the gag effectively denied him that release.

He shuddered with pain, toes and fingers clenching with each crack of the leather in anticipation before it hit his flesh.

David turned him over and thoroughly whipped the back of him, focusing mainly on his ass. Will gathered he was punishing him for allowing Angel to fuck him.

And he still had no idea how David had known. He’d probably set up cameras or some sort of surveillance at some point. He and Angel had both been so wrapped up in each other it wouldn’t have been difficult to sneak something past the both of them.

When he was done with the whip, Will was splattered and dripping with his own blood, shuddering in the pool that had gathered beneath him on the tarp. His throat was sore from his muffled screams, his tongue dry and stuck to the inside of one cheek. His entire body was one big throbbing mass of pain.

And then, David wrapped every part of him but his head and his cock in plastic wrap. It made him hot, it made his wounds burn and bleed more. It created a slick tunnel of heat that wasn't pleasurable.

The cock-ring was placed on his limp prick, a once gentle hand took his abused shaft and stroked it into reluctant arousal. Despite the pain from the cuts, it filled and the ring was tightened around the base, ensuring he wouldn’t be cumming anytime soon unless David wanted him to, allowed him to.

David cut the soles of his feet with the straight razor, then did his palms, taking great care to make perfectly straight lines, equi-distant from and the same length as the last. He was very methodical and consumed with concentration for his task.

The carpet needle was forced through both nipples, his lips, his nose, his ears, his scrotum and finally the end of his cock. A poorly done parody of a Prince Albert.

Clothes pins were placed on both pierced nipples and left there to make the blood pour from the tiny wounds as the circulation was slowly cut off.

The hammer and knitting needle were saved till last but Will didn’t notice. He was out of his mind with pain. He screamed into the gag until he couldn’t any more. His eyes grew glassy with fear and disbelief at what was happening to him. He tried to force himself away, to go to a happy place where he and Angel were together so he wouldn't be aware.

The knitting needle was traced slowly through each of the wounds on the front of his body, opening and tearing them once more. His blood flowed freely and he felt weak with the loss of it. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Ah, ah, boy blue, you can’t go to sleep yet. You aren’t done.”

David was about to thrust the needle through both balls, twist it vertically and then force it through the base of Will’s cock just underneath the cock-ring when the door suddenly splintered apart and Angel came charging through, looking very much the pissed off hero.

David dropped the needle, jumped from his perch on the bed and started yelling obscenities and insane inanities.

Will cried and shivered and breathed shallowly through his nose, waiting for death. He was so damned weak he could barely breathe.

He watched through slitted eyes, wondering if he were dreaming or hallucinating when he saw Angel’s face ripple. Angel grabbed David with both hands, holding the wildly jerking man against him easily, then he thrust his fangs into David’s neck, effectively silencing his manic raving.

David struggled then went limp but he wasn’t dead; Angel didn’t drain him completely. He pulled back, smiled coldly, then ripped off the other brunet’s cock with one easy pull -- blood dripped sluggishly from the horrifying wound because Angel had drained most of it from his body. David would’ve screamed had he the energy but he just shuddered and fainted.

Angel broke his neck and tossed the body in one direction and the cock in the other. He wiped his hands on one of David's shirts and threw it to the floor.

The vampire hurried to Will, tears pouring down his face. He started to reach out and touch the boy but couldn’t find a single place on him that wasn’t still bleeding from an ugly, open wound or covered in translucent wrap.

“Oh, God, Will.” Angel hurriedly unbound him and removed the gag from his mouth, gently cut the saran wrap from his limbs and torso, then took out each implement of torture. He gently removed the cock-ring, at a loss of what to do about his forced arousal. “Will? I’m so sorry. I came as quickly as I could. Doyle had the vision a couple of hours ago but I couldn’t find the damn place and when I did it was booby trapped.” He grimaced at the hole in his shoulder, still weeping and sore. “Will?”

Will’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“No, baby, no. Wake up, wake up. Do that for me, please?”

The boy’s eyes refocused on him, head lolling drunkenly on his shoulders. “Angel?” he barely whispered, breathing harshly through his mouth.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Will sighed and smiled. “I love you.”

“I’m not losing you. Not going to happen. I'm not ready. Oh, God...”

“Love...you...” Will started to fade away, then.

Angel remained still only a moment, coming to a split second decision immediately. He pulled the boy into his lap, tilted his head and bit into his neck. He took only a few sips and then ripped open his own wrist. Forcing it to the boy’s cracked and bleeding mouth, he said desperately through tears and a choked throat, “Drink, little one, don't leave me.”

Will shivered, lips barely moving against the torn flesh. His tongue flickered out and licked at the gaping wound without any real awareness of what he was doing. And then the soft, little boy mouth closed around it and he suckled as best he could.

Angel rubbed the back of Will’s neck, urging him to drink more and more until finally the boy grew silent, stopped drinking, stopped breathing and finally his heart stopped beating.

Angel picked him up, wrapped him in a blanket and carried him home, trying to justify the sudden twist he'd taken down the path to redemption.

Part Four

The different coloured font? That bit was written by kitty_poker1 because I got stuck and panicked and...well, she worded it so much better than I did so I left it in, lol.

After he bathed him, Angel paced the length of his bedroom, unable to stay still under the pressure of waiting for Will to rise. He'd gone from watching at his bedside, to checking sporadically to see if he'd risen yet, to, only an hour ago, holding him as closely in his arms as he possibly could. He was now holding the boy tightly on a pile of pillows in his bed, combing a hand through tousled curls.

He didn't want him to wake up alone. After being in such bad condition before Angel had given him his blood...it might be a traumatizing experience to wake up without a heartbeat.

"Angel, man, you here? Been lookin' for you all the place. You got some secret life I don't know about?"

Oh, crap.

He grimaced underneath the literal dead weight of Will's body. He couldn't get up now. He couldn't leave the boy when he was so close to rising.

He would just have to take whatever Doyle had to dish out. It was inevitable, anyway.

"Angel?" The door creaked open slightly and Doyle's dark head poked through. Green eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing? Is he...don't tell me you...oh, Christ."

Angel grinned humourlessly at Doyle's babbling.

Doyle frowned and stepped fully into the room. He examined the faint wounds still healing on Will's body, trying to ignore his nudity. "Was he tortured?"

Angel swallowed. "Yeah."

"You turned 'im?"

"Yeah."

Doyle ran a hand through already disheveled hair. "Do you know what you're doin'?"

"Not really."

"Just so it's all clear as crystal. Damn, man, you're tossin' your redemption and your chance for a normal life away for a kid!"

Angel's lips tightened. "I know what I did, Doyle, you don't have to throw what I've done in my face. Believe me, I've thought long and hard about it since I did it. There wasn't any other choice for me. I didn't get there in time to save him. He was dying. And he's not just a kid."

Green eyes locked on stubborn brown ones, then Doyle sighed. "I believe you, as fucked up as this whole situation is. This is why you've been wound up tighter'n an accountant's ass all day?"

"Yeah. I was worried about him. You wouldn't believe what that sick bastard did to him, was about to do to him when I got there. Any later and it...it would've been too late."

Pale features tightened in a grimace. "Yeah, I saw it in my head in full colour picture, Angel. I'd believe it. I'm glad you got there...to stop the bastard but...this could cost you more'n you're ready to pay."

"Doyle, you're not listening to me," Angel said, rubbing a hand on the boy's head, letting his fingers run through soft, ungelled curls. "I don't care about the cost. The day I met him I knew he'd have a great impact on me...on my soul. On the cause I'm working for. You're not telling me anything I don't already know."

Doyle cleared his throat, looking down at his scuffed boots. "Well, now that the ass chewin's out of the way...when's the baby vampire gonna wake up and is he going to want to dine on the general populace?"

Angel looked down at the blond head on his chest. "I don't think he will."

Doyle stared at both of them for a moment, then shrugged and started for the door. "Well, I guess that's good enough. You can keep 'im in line since he's your baby boy and everythin'. I'll leave you to it, then."

The door shut. "Thanks, Doyle," Angel said softly.

He looked down at Will again when the boy began to stir. He watched as beautiful young male features changed into those of a newly risen vampire.

And he was still as beautiful as he'd been the first time Angel had seen him.

Will woke up free of the pain he'd mentally braced himself for. He wondered if he were dead because there was no reason he shouldn't be feeling like complete shit at the moment.

He shifted, then realised he was wrapped in someone's arms in that same someone's lap. He rubbed his cheek against a familiar chest and smiled.

Angel.

He was in Angel's arms. The vampire had saved him.

He sighed.

"Will?"

He opened his eyes and focused on the cashmere sweater underneath his nose. As the arms around him tightened, he stared at the individual fibres of the soft material in front of his face. "Hmmm?"

"How do you feel?"

Will frowned slightly. How did he feel? Bloody good, honestly. Actually, too good.

"What? Feel? What are you on about, Angel?"

He could feel the tension mount in the vampire's body. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Umm..." Will closed his eyes and thought back to the last moment he could recall clearly. "Was watching some telly, having some popcorn...heard a noise and..." He stopped.

Oh. Now he remembered. David.

Psychotic David who had stalked him and kidnapped him and tortured him and...why wasn't he dead? He could remember being in such sharp, incredible pain and losing so much blood but...

"Angel?"

"Yes?"

"Am I dead like you?"

"Yeah..." Angel swallowed, Will could hear it. He could also feel Angel's emotions, smell them with his new senses. Why hadn't he noticed the difference before?

"You were dying. I...I couldn't let you go, Will. I'm sorry. I've damned you with my own selfishness. Damned both of us."

Will shifted and looked up to...whatever Angel was to him now. "I didn't want to leave you, I remember that much. I could feel death pulling at me...it was so close. If you hadn't got there when you did...I'd be dead now, Angel. More dead. Really dead. Whatever. I don't blame you. Hey, am I supposed to feel all blood-thirsty and want to kill everyone? 'Cause, I really don't. It's weird."

Angel caressed the side of his face and that was when Will realised his face was different. He reached up to follow the path Angel's own fingers had taken, eyes widening when he felt unfamiliar bumps and ridges.

"Am I ugly, now? Doesn't feel real attractive..."

"God, no. You're beautiful." Angel leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Will's bumpy forehead. "So beautiful." He pressed Will's face back into his chest and rubbed the newly sensitive area between the boy's eyebrows. "As for the other thing...not all vampires are psychotic killers. You learn to look at the world around your blood-lust. It's not all about the kill."

"Oh." Will frowned. "I'm hungry."

"Thought you would be. Here." Angel held out his wrist. His declaration didn't seem to surprise the older vampire.

Will stared at it. Was he supposed to just...bite Angel? "What? You want me to..."

"My blood'll make you stronger. Besides, I don't have much in the fridge. I'll have to make arrangements with the blood bank later."

Will bit into the underside of the older vampire's wrist, breaking soft flesh easily with his shiny, new fangs. He moaned at the taste that immediately assaulted his taste buds. It was spicy and sweet and strong and heady...it had quite a kick. He could feel the blood rejuvenating him, binding him and Angel together.

He drank until Angel forced him away and licked his lips to get every drop of the powerful blood. He watched with fascination as the wound he'd drunk from healed before his eyes.

Angel tilted his head up and rubbed Will's bottom lip gently. "Relax and your face will change."

How did he know what Will was thinking?

But he did as Angel said. Shut his eyes and relaxed and he could feel his face molding itself back into its human planes.

"That felt...odd."

Angel traced a finger down the now human lines of his face. "Always does the first few times. You'll get used to it. So, how do you feel?"

"I feel...different. Like me but...not like me. World looks different. Strange not having a heartbeat and all now."

"Another thing you'll get used to."

"So," Will shifted and moved to straddle Angel's thighs. He wrapped his arms around Angel's waist and pressed his face into Angel's neck. "When are you going to teach me about being a proper vampire, eh?"

Angel stayed still for just a second before then he moved into action. He wrapped his arms around Will's body and rolled them so that he was perched on top. He braced himself on his forearms. "Not much to know, really. Don't try to get a tan because the sun's not kind anymore, going to church'll give you the hives, holy water'll give you a skin resurfacing you won't soon forget. Garlic's a myth, I personally like the smell of it. Have a couple of bags of blood a day and it'll make you grow up into a big, bad vampire like me." He grinned and spread the boy's legs with one of his own. He dropped down between Will's thighs. "And the most important lesson of all?" He rolled his hips against the hard column of flesh he found, ground into it with his own. "We have next to no recovery time when it comes to sex. No diseases, no getting women pregnant...those are some of the good aspects of being a vampire."

"Sex is a good negotiator. Sex is a good motivator. Sex is a reward. Sex can be punishment. Sex can be used for just about anything...vampires just love sex," Angel whispered.

Will bared his neck, wrapping an arm around Angel's shoulders while the other hand traced a line down the larger vampire's back to find his ass. His naughty little fingers squeezed Angel's posterior. "And what are we now? You're the vampire that made me...so..."

"You're my childe. I'm your sire. I sired you, made you mine. And you are, Will, you're mine for as long as we both live."

Will's blue eyes sparkled brilliantly. "I like that. Being yours. Never been anyone's before. At least, not for more than an hour at a time."

Angel growled, bent his head and nipped Will's neck hard. "Speaking of that...you're not going to fuck strangers anymore."

Will raised an eyebrow, then shuddered as Angel's mouth began to suckle the spot he'd bitten. He arched up into Angel's body, wrapped his legs around the larger body so that he could rub his cock against Angel's.

"Well, if you're going to make me a kept...vampire, then I don't really have a problem with that. I will, however, need lots and lots of sex to make up for how much I'll be missing out on..."

Angel moved in a blur of speed, ridding himself of his clothing. They were naked and pressed against each other before Will could finish a thought.

Will grinned at Angel, spread his arms and moved them up to the head board. He gripped the metal slats. "Do with me what you will...sire."

Angel moaned, reached for the lube in the bedside table drawer, slicked his cock and pushed Will's legs up and back. He eased his cock inside the tiny little pucker, inhaling sharply when the boy squeezed his muscles around him; he began to move.

Will soon gave up keeping hold of the headboard because he needed to hold onto Angel instead. He writhed underneath the older vampire, grunting with each hard thrust that moved him across the bed in small increments. He clutched at Angel's hair, his broad shoulders, his undulating back, his clenching buttocks and hitched his legs higher around the vampire's ribs, pressing his heels into Angel's ass as soon as he let go of the flesh with his hands.

He fixed his hands to Angel's back and scratched a long line up and down the soft skin, spurring Angel on to move harder and faster.

His prostate was massaged firmly, his cock was slick and slid wonderfully between their bodies as Angel moved.

Angel fucked him harder than he'd ever been fucked.

He could see what he'd been missing as a human.

It didn't take long for him to reach the end -- he'd been far too aroused by everything since he'd woken up and it was inevitable that he'd lose it so quickly -- and just before he came Angel morphed into his gameface and Will found himself doing the same.

Angel moved in shallow, hard little thrusts that made his body quiver, then darted forward and sank his fangs into Will's bared neck.

Will howled and came between their bodies, fingernails making bloody half-moon divots in Angel's back.

Angel pulled free of the boy's body, blood dripping down the side of his chin as he pulled Will up and lay down in his place. "Why don't you ride my cock, huh, boy?"

Will moistened his lips and slipped back onto Angel's cock. He moved slowly at first, grinning when his sire groaned with frustration and grabbed onto his hips to try to make him move faster.

Then he started riding him the way Angel wanted him to.

He fucked Angel fast and hard, the bed began to creak and bang against the wall but Angel was what he focused on. The older vampire lay tensed, hips moving up as Will's pressed down, balls pressing against Will's parted buttocks, his head thrown back with his eyes closed as he strove for the orgasm Will could feel nearing.

And then Angel came. Will continued to ride him as he felt spunk fill him, Angel's cock pulsing inside him. He watched Angel's body convulse and tremble with the force of his orgasm.

He'd never seen anyone quite so beautiful as Angel.

When it was over, Will lay down on top of the brunet and pressed his face into Angel's neck. The hands on his hips tightened slightly.

As Angel calmed, panting slowing and eventually ending altogether, Will sighed blissfully as the still hard cock inside him twitched with renewed interest.

"Guess that's what you meant, eh? No recovery time?"

Angel chuckled and rolled his hips, causing the blond to gasp and arch into him, prolonging the contact. "Yep. Give me a minute and I'll be good to go again."

"Can I be on top?"

Silence.

"Angel?"

"Umm...maybe later."

Will grinned and pulled himself off the other vampire's cock. He lay down beside Angel and began to fondle himself, stroking his cock with one hand as his eyes hungrily roved Angel's body. He felt Angel's semen leak from his ass, watched it pool around the other vampire's groin, sticky and white.

"You are such a horny little bastard, Will."

"And you love it," he said cheekily, hand continuing to move over his swollen shaft.

Angel sighed, eyes softening. He reached over to stop Will's hand then touched his cheek. "Yeah. I love it."

Will's breath caught and then he was being pushed down as Angel moved to lie down between his spread thighs to feast on his balls, his hard cock, the patch of skin between his ass hole and scrotum.

Angel gave him a blow-job to end all others. It rivaled even Will's best efforts.

Will clutched the brunet's head with both hands and thrust into the open mouth as his sire finally took him inside.

He panted as Angel moved his mouth down to his balls, suckling first one then the other before moving on to the smooth patch of skin behind them. He rolled his hips into Angel's moving fist as the older vampire thrust his tongue into his ass hole and began to fuck him with it.

He gasped and came with Angel's face pressed into his scrotum and ass.

Angel lay down beside him and rubbed a hand over Will's chest and stomach, tugged on his pubic hair and played with a mildly interested cock.

"That...all...you...got?" Will panted in wide-eyed disbelief at his own body's reactions.

Angel grinned, leaning up on one elbow to hover over Will's exhausted body. "Oh, baby boy, I'm just warming up."

Will's pupils dilated, completely encompassing the blue.

By the time Angel had fucked Will again, had done anything and everything to the boy's body he could and had Will do much the same to him, he'd worn out the younger vampire and Will was passed out in bed on his stomach, bare ass scarcely covered by the sheet Angel had thrown over him.

Angel took a shower, then went to the kitchen to get some blood. He called his contact at the blood bank and had them triple his normal order. When he'd heated up two mugs, he took them back to his bedroom and simply stared at the boy in his bed.

He set the mugs down on his bedside table and sat down on the edge of the mattress. He ran a hand down the boy's silky back. "Will, wake up."

Will grunted and arched into the caress but remained asleep.

Angel smacked him hard on the ass. "I said wake up, boy!"

Will's eyes shot open. "I'm awake, I'm awake. What d'you want, you ponce?"

Angel only arched an eyebrow as he took one of the mugs and waved it in front of Will's face.

"Oh," Will said, as he smelled the blood. He sat up and smiled at Angel sweetly. "Thank you, sire."

Angel rolled his eyes and reached for his own mug. "Have a nice sleep?"

Will sipped from his mug, grimacing at the soreness of his body that even his vampiric physiology couldn't keep up with. He stretched. "Not long enough. You wore me out. If I'd known you were like that I'd've asked to be turned a while ago."

Angel set down his mug once he'd finished it, then took Will's from him to do the same. "You'd rather be fifteen forever?"

Will scowled. "Guess not. But, then, what's a year and a half, eh? Still going to be a hormone-driven teenager forever..."

Angel's face fell, eyes filling with sadness. He stared down at his lap.

"Angel, you know I didn't mean that. I'm grateful you turned me when you did. I love you, you git. Leave off!" Will growled once he saw Angel was faking his contrition. "You old bastard."

"Got you, didn't I?" Angel laughed.

Will launched himself at Angel, tumbling them from the bed. With a curse and a heavy thump, they landed on the hardwood floor beside it, Angel underneath a suddenly energetic and very horny Will.

"So," Will purred, rubbing his naked body against Angel's sleep pants. "What say you to taking these off and us getting back to that fucking like undead weasels thing?"

Angel grinned, spread his arms and said, "Do with me what you will."

Will's eyes darkened, then he attacked Angel's pants, ridding his sire of them as quickly as possible. "You really mean that?"

Angel swallowed. "Yeah."

Will pushed Angel's legs up, spread his thighs and without warning thrust his agile little tongue into Angel's tight ass.

Angel arched, surprised at the sensation, shocked at Will's straight-forwardness, then moaned as the wriggling muscle found places he hadn't known existed.

He pulled the boy's head up reluctantly. "I might have to give another thought to you doing the...topping."

Will smirked. "I thought you'd say that."

They eventually moved back up to the bed, Angel on his hands and knees, Will behind him, thrusting into his ass with twists and rolls of his hips, angling his cock to stroke Angel's prostate and make him moan. Will had never topped before but he'd been on the receiving end often enough to know what to do, what felt good. The type of John he'd specialised in had only wanted to use his tight young mouth and body for their own pleasure. They weren't interested in being fucked and Will had never been interested in trying it. Not before now.

Angel was different. He wasn't a trick, he was his lover. Finally, he had someone he could trust and who trusted him. Angel would never leave him.

When it was over and they were lying in each other's arms, Angel kissed Will's forehead and said, "I was admittedly skeptical at first...well, okay, so I was taught it was against the rules to be fucked by your male childer. I...really don't think I care about vampire rules anymore. They're nearly always wrong."

Will snickered and threw his leg across both of Angel's. "See? Things are better all around if you just let me do what I want." He quieted, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Angel, I really don't feel like a vampire. I feel I should want to do bad things to people but...I don't. It's bothering me. Am I a real vampire or am I a...well, a nancy one?"

Angel sighed. "It could be me. I've never sired anyone after having been given the soul. I never stopped and thought about the possibility of the soul thing carrying over. Maybe you kept a bit of yours...that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?"

Will thought a moment, then propped himself up and kissed Angel on the mouth. "After all that's said and done...no, I don't think it matters. I guess I just got caught up in the being a big, bad monster and didn't think about you and how you make me feel. I don't think I should feel different...I just do. It's weird. I'll get over it, I expect, eventually. I've not even been a vampire for two days yet." He laughed and sank back down at Angel's side. "Feels like I've been nothing else. I like this feeling. And the potential of living forever. With you."

Angel tightened his arm around Will's waist. "Well...there's nowhere else I'd rather you be..."

"And there's no place else I'd rather be, either." He scowled, then added. "You ponce."

"What?"

"We're being all mushy. It's getting on my nerves. Shut up."

Angel laughed at him and Will pouted.

"Well, it is! We may be goody-goodies but we're still vampires, for fuck's sake!" Will squirmed as Angel found a ticklish spot and exploited it. "Stop it! Wanker!"

Angel didn't stop it. In fact, he continued on for several unrelenting minutes until he was on top of the boy and they were panting with laughter, eyes wet with tears of mirth.

They kissed and the atmosphere sizzled when amusement changed into passion and want and desire.

Will shoved a hand under the pillow beneath his head and slapped the lube he retrieved into one of Angel's hands.

Angel smiled. Will licked his lips.

Angel licked the tip of the boy's cock, cursorily slicked it and then sank down onto it with a sigh of relief.

"I've created a monster, haven't I?" Will panted, rolling his hips up into Angel's ass.

"Oh, you'd better believe it, boy," Angel purred, eyes shutting as pleasure coursed through his body. "A cock up my ass is just what I've needed all these years."

"And I've got a bloody willing one, pet."

Here Endeth the Story

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