Joyeux Anniversaire
Title: Joyeux Anniversaire
Author: PokerKitten
Setting: Paris, 1881
Smut_69 prompt word: #32 Champagne
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Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters; I'm just messin'.
Joyeux Anniversaire
"…but you know how I hate the French, Darla!" Angelus was grumbling as they entered their hotel suite. "Ah. William! Won't you introduce us to your enchanting companion?"
William grinned a welcome, barely glancing at the elegantly beautiful woman swaying in his loose embrace. "Been dining with Lady Suzanne Something-or-other. Present from Dru. Special occasion."
"Celebrating, are we?" Angelus moved closer, disentangling himself from Darla's embrace.
"My birthday." William let out a contented belch. "It's been a year."
"Auspicious day, deserving of treats." Angelus pressed his palm to the crimson stain blossoming on William's white shirt. "More than she can provide, wouldn't you say?" He cast a glance back over his shoulder to where Drusilla was warming her hands at the fire, gave her a wink. "Begging your pardon Dru."
Darla tutted with irritation and withdrew, pulling at her fashionable new gloves in irritation as she turned her back. She had been expecting a night on the town, a light operetta at the Folies-Bergere, perhaps, followed by a supper of decadent theatre-goers. But it seemed her boy had had other plans all along. Birthday indeed! She would have to make Angelus pay for this, in her own good time.
"Oh, she did make a most excellent meal." William wanted to reassure his princess that her gift had been fully appreciated. "But…"
"But now you've unwrapped your little French fancy, the party has fallen flat, hmm? What say we leave the ladies to their Folies for now? This occasion calls for a lads' night of carousing!" Reaching inside his jacket he pulled out a bottle of champagne.
Lady Suzanne slumped to the floor, forgotten. "You knew?"
"Drusilla's been twittering about little else for days. Driving Darla to distraction" he confided, grinning broadly; knowing full well that Darla could hear him, would be devising all manner of punishments for disappointing her. Something else to look forward to! Life was good!
Angelus dropped down into the nearest chair, squeezed the bottle between his thighs and began to work his thumbs on the cork, slowly easing it up. As it popped from the bottle's neck, swiftly followed by a mist and froth of bubbles, a gush of pale liquid, he laughed. "Remind you of something, Will?"
Darla arched an eyebrow, turned to Dru. "Time to find some treats of our own, I think."
Dru pouted. She had been anticipating dancing and naughty games, and had promised the latest addition to her family, Miss Edith, that she could watch. "But grandmere…"
"Now!" Darla snapped, catching hold of her wrist. "We can practice our French on a handsome aristocrat or two."
"Before chopping them into messes!" Dru clapped gleefully, mood swinging.
"Before accepting their gifts and their… favours, my dear." Failing to provoke a reaction from Angelus, Darla sighed. "And yes, as you say. Chopping them into messes. Come, leave our men to their foolish games!"
"Boys will be boys" Angelus called after them, before returning his attention to William. "Ah, don't fret Will. She'll be thinking of you all the while… But you and me, we'll be having plenty of fun of our own. Now, I'm thinking you're a wee bit overdressed for our celebrations."
"I am?" William glanced down at his sullied apparel. "Oh! I am!"
"Set to it, Will. No need to spare your Suzanne's blushes" Angelus laughed, prodding the prone lady with the toe of his boot. "I doubt she has a drop of blood left in her anyway, my greedy boy."
"I was hungry" William admitted a little guiltily, obediently stripping off his bloodied shirt.
"William, William" Angelus sighed. "When will you learn? Prolong the pleasure. Save a little for later. Make the mademoiselles suffer for your supper!"
But now wasn't the time to school his apprentice in the arts, not when there was drinking to be done and male sport to be had. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a healthy swig. Delicious, but it would soon taste even finer! Gesturing for William to continue with his undressing, he began to work on divesting himself of his own garments.
"Where would you have me?" William asked, standing naked and surprisingly compliant before his friend. For he felt they were friends now, despite their early troubles, and as a friend he would have special gifts to bestow. Infact, he was counting on it!
"Why, on your knees, Will, where else?" Angelus pulled off his boots and rose to tower over his boy as he in turn sank down to the floor. This never failed to make him hard! What finer sight could there be than to have those pretty eyes turned up to him, that slight but well-defined frame quivering before him in anticipation, his mounting excitement at what might be in store becoming ever more evident. Drusilla had done well in choosing such a well-hung, imaginative companion, no matter what Darla said!
"I'm ready for a drink, now" William ventured, eyeing the bottle hopefully.
"Are ya now?" Angelus teased, his own erection bobbing just inches from the lad's full lips. Too good an opportunity to waste. "Here then" he offered, holding out the bottle. But as William made to take it, he swung it out of his reach. "Don't sulk, Will" he continued, pouring a little of the champagne onto the head of his cock, enjoying the feel of the wine trickling down his shaft. "Take a sip from me, why don't you?"
William's eyes flashed. Whose birthday was this? But he inched closer all the same, flicking out his tongue to catch a drop as it beaded and fell from Angelus' thick bush. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea afterall. His supper had left him warm yet strangely empty, craving physical release. He would take whatever he could get. "As you wish" he submitted, before pressing his lips to the invitingly wet phallus, slowly working his way up.
"Good boy" Angelus crooned, ruffling William's hair as the lad's hands slid up his thighs, coming to rest on his hips. It frightened him sometimes, William's gentle touch; couldn't understand why it should feel so damn good, as good as any amount of bitings and beatings! "But enough for now! Crawl to the fire, Will."
Surprised, William pulled away, did as he had been bidden, knowing Angelus would enjoy the sight of him on his hands and knees, backside in the air as he moved away. And he did want to please him.
"Bottoms up" Angelus sniggered as he followed, slapping the cold bottle against William's cheeks. "And open wide!" He poured a little of the liquid into the small of William's back and, joining him on the floor, began to lap as the wine dribbled into his crack. "Fine vintage, that." He gave him a playful slap. "Quit your squirming Will and accept your present gratefully like the well-mannered boy you are!"
As William sank further, resting his forearms on the hearthside rug, buttocks raised high, Angelus spread his cheeks wider and poured again. William could barely believe his luck as he felt Angelus move between his legs, his hand reach round to grasp his cock in his large fist, his tongue begin to probe. "Sweet fuck!" he gasped as Angelus lavished his ring with soft, wet strokes from the tip of his tongue, strong fingers squeezing and stroking their way along his erection. "Fuck!" As much as he adored Dru, it was Angelus who always knew exactly what he needed.
Angelus may have started slowly, but now with every tongue-flick coming faster, William found himself pushing back and down, opening himself up wider. Grunting as the hand movements began to match the tongue's pace, fingers pressing and massaging at his cock's most sensitive spot, his body shuddered as Angelus' tongue slid inside.
Face hot, thighs trembling, William tried to hold off from spilling there and then, clutching at the rug as teeth nibbled, mouth sucked, fingertips teased. He wanted this to last, to go on for hours, but his body was all too willing and eager…
But then Angelus was withdrawing his hand, his mouth; was reaching again for the champagne and gulping it down.
"Please!" William begged. "Don't stop, not now!"
"Have a little faith " Angelus laughed, dribbling some of the liquid over his hand and wrist. "As if I'd leave the birthday boy in such a state! Don't you trust me, Will?" Champagne-coated fingertips pressed against William's stretched anus. "Well?"
"Yes" he choked.
The digits worked their way inside, slowly up and round. "Louder, Will."
"Yes, I trust you!"
"Just as it should be" Angelus nodded, satisfied. Loyalty and affection might be strangers to his own nature, but he was learning to appreciate these traits in William. He would never abandon him to the mercy of an angry mob, afterall; leave him trapped in a burning barn! He would always have his back. Such sentimental nonsense may prove to be the lad's undoing in the end, but for now he chose to use it. Besides, he had shown sufficient promise for him to know that William made a far better friend than an enemy. "And do I make you feel good?"
"Yes, oh yes…"
"Good answer" he approved, sliding in up to his knuckles.
William yelped, felt as if his insides were on fire, as he was stretched and penetrated further than he had ever been before. His internal organs seemed to be singing and burning with a bright hot pleasure that grew with every slow inch that Angelus worked up inside him. Pleasure intensified by pain as the bubbles and saliva that had eased Angelus' penetration began to dry. Biting down on his lip, he tried to quell his cries but he wasn't fooling his grandsire.
"We're built for pain, don't you think?" Angelus murmured at his ear. "But the wonder of it is, we can flex, stretch, squeeze..." He pushed a little further. "...muscles that we didn't even know we had when we were feeble mortal fools. Isn't that so?"
William let out a screamed affirmation, all control deserting him.
"Not so fast, Will!"
But there could be no stopping now, and Angelus indulged his needs. Entire body jerking, balls so hard and drawn up tight, William came noisily in a headlong rush, muscles fiercely spasming around Angelus' fist and forearm.
It seemed to take minutes for the force of his contractions to subside sufficiently for Angelus to withdraw, but when he did the sense of being filled and inhabited, possessed even, lingered on. Rolling him over, Angelus bent to suck William's cock clean, pleased to have the lad helpless and grateful beneath him.
"We make quite a team, you and me" he mused, as he completed the task. "Joyeux anniversaire!" Sealed with a kiss and a rough embrace.
"Merci, mon ami."
"Here, take a drink Will. You screamed yourself hoarse!" He shifted his weight, laid his thigh across William's. "Recover yourself, for it's my turn next. And then…" He smiled as William propped himself up against him, gulping down the last of the champagne. "…if there's any night still left to us, we'll head out to teach those Frenchies a thing or two."
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