The Re-Education of William

Angelus decides it's time William learns what it really means to be a vampire.

Spoilers: This is an extension of a flash-back scene in Destiny, Angel, S5
Rating/Pairing:NC-17, Spike/Angelus
Thank-you: To Cassie for the push to write it and for the beta. To Laz, Ann, Sixpence and Anastasia for loving it. And to the wonderful Em for giving me a place to post it.
Disclaimers: I did not invent any of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon. I just like playing with them.
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“She’s not yours, William.” Angelus had his arm draped around Spike’s shoulders as they sat on the small loveseat in the bedroom, watching Drusilla stand up and pull her skirt back down.

Spike was stunned. How could Angelus do that? How could Dru let him? They belonged together. She’d made him to be with her forever. What was she doing? And why did she seem to like it so much?

“But don’t worry. You will soon understand.”

And with a speed Spike hadn’t realized could be achieved, Angelus flung him to the floor and tied his hands tightly behind his back. Spike tried to roll over but Angelus’ weight was too much. He kept fighting as his shirt was ripped from his body in shreds.

“Oh, poor William. You had the misfortune of keeping just a little too much of yourself. Dru should have known, but she’s not really all there, y’ken?”

Spike heard her giggle and was embarrassed that she was still in the room. He strained to look up at her as Angelus pushed a knee into his back and started to remove his pants. Suddenly the realization of what Angelus had in mind came to him. He started to buck and growl with all his strength. Angelus punched him hard in the temple.

“You will learn, m’boy," he growled. He hauled on Spike’s arm, him up. Spike was naked, arms tied behind him, staring down at the floor.

“Dru, honey, our boy looks like he needs some proper encouragement.”

Dru walked up to Spike, wearing that maniacal grin she had. “Just be a good boy, Sweet William.” And she knelt before him, taking his limp cock into her mouth. Feeling that warmth, that pressure, was wonderful and his member sprang to life instantly. Maybe he’d been wrong about what Angelus…

“You see, William, what you have to learn --” Angelus was pacing the space behind him and Spike could hear him undoing his buckle “-- is that being a vampire is not about having. It’s about taking.”

As he spoke, there was a loud thwaping sound and Spike immediately yelped as Angelus’ belt lashed against his backside. As Spike’s ass was whipped repeatedly, Dru never stopped her constant, rhythmic sucking. Thwap. Suck. Thwap.

“She’s good at that ain’t she, William? I insisted she be perfect. I burned and beat her until she got it right. ”

Spike looked down at her. Her eyes sparkled as if she was remembering with glee her lessons. As hard as he tried not to respond, the feeling was exquisite. But every time he started to slip into the pure ecstasy of her mouth, there would be another lash against his ass. He wasn’t sure if skin was getting broken, and each lash brought forth sharper pain.

“William, the best part of sex is mixing the pleasure with the pain. Without the pain, you are just soft. Human.” Angelus voice oozed with distain, but at least he wasn’t whipping him, so Spike kept focus on Dru. On her wet mouth. Maybe this time he’d make it.

“You’re done now, Dru.” Angelus ordered and she let go instantly.

Spike actually moaned. “No, please.”

“Angelus, you won’t damage him will you?” Dru asked as she rose up and looked Spike straight in the eye.

“Nothing that won’t heal. Now go. I won’t ask you again.”

Dru walked backwards out of the room, keeping her eyes locked on Spike’s. She does love me more, he thought. He could endure anything for her. Not that he planned to.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun. I get your point.” Spike spoke in a low, tired rumble, still staring at the spot where he last saw Dru’s face before she closed the door.

“Oh, no, boy. We have only just begun.” Angelus shoved him hard and he flew across the room and landed half on the bed. He tried to get up but Angelus lashed out with the belt again, this time hitting him across the face. He collapsed flat onto the bed for a moment. Just to recover from the pain. The ropes binding his wrists behind him were starting to cut into him. He could smell the blood.

“William, I take what I want. If I want Dru, whenever I want Dru, I have her.” Spike rolled his head, trying to regain focus. That’s when he realized Angelus was now completely naked. He was strong, chiseled, fully hard and enormous. How had Dru taken that? Spike pulled his knees up to his chest as he rolled on his side. He hoped Angelus wouldn’t see.

But he had. He grabbed Spike’s ankles and pulled his legs out so he was lying on his back. The rough feel of the wool blanket against his raw ass caused him to cry out just a bit.

“Hmm, well then William, you aren’t completely uninterested in this after all," he mocked as he flicked Spike’s growing hard on.

“It’s not you I’m thinking of," Spike spat.

“Don’t worry, it will be." And Angelus climbed up on top of him, straddling his chest, facing away from him. Angelus ran a finger up the length of Spike’s cock.

“Well, it’s not the biggest thing I’ve seen, but then, I’m not the one who will care. I’m just a little sad for poor Dru.”

Spike started pushing against the huge heft on top of him. “She hasn’t complained yet, ” he said weakly.

“I really don’t need to hear you talk.” And Angelus slid back, covering Spike’s nose and mouth with his ass. Spike struggled fiercely, panicking that he would suffocate. Then it suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t need to breathe.

“You really should learn to respect your elders, William,” Angelus snarled as he shifted his weight so he could lean over to the table next to the bed. He lifted off Spike’s face enough that Spike could see him carefully picking up the candle that was burning there.

“Maybe I’ll just clean this up for dear Dru.” And he poured the pooled hot wax all over Spike’s crotch.

Spike screamed and once again Angelus sat down, covering his mouth and nose. Spike could feel the scalding wax dripping and pooling around his balls. He tried to roll over, to get the wax to pour off of him, but Angelus put his hand on Spike’s knees, keeping his legs still. He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move. All he could do was cry out in his own mind at the agony of scaled flesh. Then he felt air and realized Angelus was fanning him, cooling the wax. It was hardening and sticking to all his hair. With pure evil joy, Angelus started ripping the cooled wax up, pulling all the hair with it.

Spike bucked and fought, rubbing his face in Angelus’ crack.

“Oh, yeah! William. Do that some more.” Angelus’ voice crackled with menace and amusement.

Spike vamped out from the pain and rage. He’d give this bastard more.

But Angelus grabbed his balls in a vice grip and started to squeeze. “Don’t you dare bite me boy or you’ll never fuck anyone again.”

Spike stilled.

“That’s more like it.” Angelus started to lightly trace the now bare skin. He slowly stroked Spike back to hardness as he lifted his ass slightly above Spike’s face. Without intending to, Spike found himself nuzzling and licking at Angelus.

“I knew you were a poof, William, the moment I saw you.” And Spike froze. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He couldn’t understand why he wanted to. Angelus moved off him, standing at the side of the bed. For the first time, Spike could see himself. He saw the red welts and was startled at how he looked without any hair nestled at the base of his cock.

“Say you like it, William.”

Spike couldn’t move, let alone speak.

Angelus lashed him with the belt, hitting the burned skin and his hardening penis.

“Say it.”

“I…like it," he said in a coarse whisper.

Angelus whipped him again, this time across the chest.

“You like it, who?”

“I like it, Sire.”

“Yes, you do.” Angelus pulled his legs around and flipped him on his stomach. Spike didn’t even fight anymore. He’d known it wouldn’t be over until this. He was just relieved to be close to the end.

Angelus positioned Spike’s knees under him, forcing his ass to rise higher and maneuvering him as close to the edge of the bed as he needed him to be. He slowly, softly ran his hand over the bright red cheeks. Spike sucked in air through his teeth. The touch was an amazing combination of pain and pleasure. His hard on raged again, his balls throbbing from the constant shift from flaccid to hard and back with no release.

Then Angelus surprised him. He began rubbing some kind of salve over his sore flesh. Where had he gotten that? His touch was so tender and soft. He ran the cooling balm down between Spike’s legs and massaged some over the burned skin of his sack. Angelus brought his hand back up, pressing it between Spike’s cheeks and pushing his finger ever so slightly into the tight opening there.

“Now William, your re-education, truly begins." In one forceful thrust he shoved the entire length of his cock into Spike.

Spike screamed again and kept screaming as Angelus thrust in and out punishingly. He felt like his insides were ripping apart. Then slowly, he started to expand and accommodate Angelus’ huge bulk. His erection building again, he felt betrayed at himself for starting to like it. For starting to feel the climax he’d been denied all night build within him.

Angelus’ thrusts resumed in earnest, coming harder and faster. Spike felt his own bruised and battered cock slapping hard against his belly.

“And now, dear William, I have you. Because I wanted it.” Angelus came explosively inside him as Spike finally got his release. He collapsed down flat on the bed as Angelus painfully withdrew. He could feel the cum and blood trickle out of his ass and down between his legs as he buried his face in the bedspread.

“Dru! Come clean this up!”

“No!” Spike groaned. “Don’t let her see me.” He rolled on his side and saw that Dru was already there. But it wasn’t him she was there for. She was licking and sucking his blood and Angelus’ cum off Angelus’ cock with pleasure and devotion. That’s when Spike finally got it. Angelus would always take whatever he wanted. Take what Spike wanted.

“Someday," Spike vowed to himself, “Someday I’ll find the one thing you cherish, Angelus. And I will not just steal from you, I’ll posses it.”

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