Kind of AU-ish. Instead of being a poet in mortal life, let’s say that William was a prostitute. They both start with P, it’s not that much of a stretch… really. Anyhow, let’s say that Angelus finds said prostitute, beds him again and again over the years, then finally decided to turn him. Just a smutty little PWP. And off we go. Reviews please!

Booted feet rested against the cobbled road, back pressed against a nearby building. Angelus’ eyes traveled upwards to take in the slim arm resting across the top of one bent knee; the sleeve of a dusty jacket covered that arm and Angelus could only imagine what the limb actually looked like. If it was anything like the creamy skin of his face, then it was porcelain white without a single scratch. How Angelus wished that he could gaze upon the naked flesh of this course-looking angel. And what an angel he was. A look into those ice blue eyes and one could find themselves lost for hours. His dirty blonde hair was pulled back away from his face, but the few wispy strands that escaped curled ever so slightly, making a frame around those heavenly features.

Angelus licked his lips. He must have this boy.

For a week now (eight nights, actually) Angelus had been watching this boy on his street corner; he couldn’t have been any older than seventeen. He had first stumbled across him after his second victim of the night; Angelus was about to go searching for Darla when this boy caught his eye. Giving Angelus a rakish grin, he asked: “You looking for a good time, sir? I promise I can give you the best night of your life.”

This piqued Angelus’ interest; a male prostitute offering himself to another man, this was practically unheard of in the dirty streets of London. But then Angelus hazarded a look towards the nearby street signs. Ah, so this was one of those streets. One of those streets that everyone knew about, but no one spoke of, those streets that littered the map of London, only coming into existence after the sun went down and disappearing just as quickly as soon as the new day showed its face. Setting his eyes back on the boy at his feet, Angelus smiled. “You’re a brave one ta be propositioning a man ya don’ even know.” His smile widened. “Are ya fairly certain that I pose you no harm?”

He gave Angelus a cheeky grin and said: “That’ll cost you extra.”

What audacity, what gall! The daring shown by this young mortal led Angelus to think one of two things: either he was very stupid, or he had the biggest set of balls this side of the Atlantic. When he had finally recovered from this blasé statement, Angelus only had one thing to say: “Perhaps another time.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the alley, away from the tempting mortal.

“I’ll be waiting!” Was the shouted response. Angelus smirked as he put more and more distance between himself and the mortal; he was just begging for death, wasn’t he?

Now, normally, Angelus would’ve stayed to take the boy up on his offer, but Darla and Drusilla were expecting him. He would resist the temptation for tonight, but he would be back, and maybe he would even take what was promised: the best night of his life.

After that first night, Angelus was obsessed. He would quickly feed then run to the alleyway and watch the boy. Angelus watched as two or three customers a night came by and dropped money at his feet, the boy then rolled up on his knees and his deft fingers quickly started unbuttoning the customers’ trousers. Angelus would say one thing for this young boy, he was good at what he did; none of the men who came calling- not even the regulars- lasted more than five minutes as that talented tongue preformed amazing feats of oral sex. One rather burly gentleman caught Angelus’ attention: he had seen this particular man with some of the female prostitutes a few streets over, his largeness was all-encompassing and he had a bit of a passion for rough play. With other prostitutes, he made damn sure that he got his money’s worth out of them, but with this boy… the hefty fellow could barely last five minutes and he always threw down additional money once the task was done; he would come even faster when he was actually engaging in intercourse with the boy. Then he would come back two nights later and repeat the pattern, always leaving more money each time he came.

This led Angelus to wonder… if this boy was making such good money, why was he still sitting in this dirty alley when he could be in a proper whore house? Lord knew that there were more than a few in London that catered in male prostitutes as well as female, and he could gather more work in a brothel. But yet he stayed. Every night that he watched, Angelus’ list of questions grew longer and longer; he had to have this boy. It was when Darla informed Angelus that she was bored of London and that they would be moving on soon when he made his move.

Finally stepping out of the shadows, Angelus walked over to the young boy. He smiled up at him. “I was wondering when you’d come out.” He said simply.

Angelus was taken aback; he knew that he’d been watching? But he pretended not to understand. “What are you talkin’ about, boy?” He asked.

The blonde shrugged. “I see you over there, every night this week, it’s been.” He smiled. “You stand there almost all night and watch me with my customers; you’re lucky that I’m a solo operation, mate, any pimp would charge you for the pleasure of watching.”

“You’ve been-?”

“Watching you watch me?” He finished with a slight chuckle. “Yeah, it’s the only way I can get through my nights, as of late. So,” he sighed, standing up and looking at Angelus. “What’s your pleasure? It’s five quid for my hands, ten for my mouth, fifteen for my arse.”

Angelus looked the boy up and down; he was beautiful even in these ragged clothes; his features looked as if they were chiseled out of stone, but he still held an air of femininity. His back was straight and he did not slouch in shame; he carried himself high and proud, but then again, what is pride to a streetwalker? Angelus’ eyes finally settled back on his face. “How much for yer name?” Angelus asked.

The boy shrugged. “Not many customers are interested in that.”

Angelus reached into his pocket and pulled out a single copper penny. Holding it between his fingers, Angelus offered the penny to the boy. “Will this due for the name?” He asked.

He looked into Angelus’ eyes and saw something he couldn’t quite put his finger on; there was something different about this customer. “William,” he breathed.

“William,” Angelus repeated with a smile. “Pleased to meet you, my name is Angelus.” He extended his hand to give William the coin, only to have him shake his head.

“No, mate,” he said, pushing Angelus’ hand back. “The name is free.” He looked Angelus up and down, licking his lips at what he saw. “That is, if yer plannin’ to buy somethin’ else as well?”

“Aye,” Angelus nodded, placing the coin back in his pocket and taking William by the arm. “But not here; I do not rut around in alleyways.”

William nodded. “Lead the way, sir.”

A wolfish smile curled Angelus’ lips and he pulled William closer. His arm around the boy’s slim waist, he led the way to the stolen house he shared with Darla and Drusilla; the girls wouldn’t be home for hours, leaving Angelus more than enough time alone with his new prize.

As they walked through the streets, William kept glancing all around, as if he was worried of who might see him. Angelus chuckled and leaned in close, whispered in the boy’s ear. “There is no one who’d hazard a glance towards us, me boy. Don’t worry.”

“It’s not that.” William said softly. “I’m just tryin’ to figure out where we are.” He looked around again, trying to catch sight of a street sign. Did he actually have a customer living the high life? That only meant one thing to William: enough money to fill his belly with a few warm meals and maybe a night or two in a soft bed at a local hotel. That sounded like heaven.

“Ah!” Angelus said, turning and stopping in front of a house. “Here we are.”

William looked up at the house and gulped. “Wow,” he said.

Angelus chuckled as they continued up the front walk. “What’s the matter, William?” He asked, fishing the key out of his pocket.

He shook his head, following Angelus inside. “It’s just that…” he looked around at the splendor of the house. Beautiful mahogany staircase off to the side of the entrance, gilded mirror hanging next to the brass hat rack. He looked back at Angelus. “This is a lot nicer than the places my customers normally take me.”

“No,” Angelus said, taking a step towards William. “First things first, there will be no talk of other customers while you are in my company, is that clear?”

“Yeah,” William nodded. “Sure.”

“Excellent,” Angelus smiled. He pushed past William and started towards the stairs. “Follow me please.”

William trailed after Angelus, up the stairs and through the halls of the large house. As they walked, William took in the furnishings around him; the halls were nicely decorated with paintings, flowers and small tables that appeared to have no function other than to take up space. A few smashed mirrors lined the halls and William was tempted to ask how they got that way, but he eventually thought it better to keep his mouth shut and followed his strange host down the hall.

“In here,” Angelus said, disappearing through a door that William could only guess was the Master bedroom. He walked inside behind Angelus and saw the man standing next to the bed, already half undressed. “Close the door please,” Angelus called over his shoulder.

William did as asked then let his eyes continue to wander the room. A sturdy four-post bed sat in the very center of the room and a warm fire filled the chamber with a feeling of welcome. A wardrobe sat in the corner of the room, next to a shaving table with a mirror; unlike the ones in the hall, this mirror was simply covered, not smashed. William looked to the other side of the room and saw a bookshelf with a chair and a table sitting nearby; a book sat on the seat of the chair. How William itched to go over and examine the volumes of the bookcase, but that wasn’t why he was here.

He turned his attention back to Angelus and sighed. “You haven’t told me what you would like; all payment is up front.” He said.

Sitting on the bed, Angelus looked up at the young boy. “How much for the whole night?” He asked casually.

“Erm,” William said, looking away from Angelus. “I wouldn’t know, mate, no one’s ever wanted a whole night.”

“Alright then,” Angelus said, standing up from the bed and walking over to William. The pale skin of his bare chest seemed to glow in the light of the fire and William found it difficult to pull his eyes away from the well-sculpted muscles. Angelus smirked when he saw the boy looking at him and reached out a hand; he tapped William’s chin upwards and their eyes locked. “How about we make a deal? I’ll pay you one hundred for the whole night if you let me do anything I want.” There was something devilish in his smirk that William didn’t trust. “What do you say?”

One hundred, William had never been offered so much in a single night, hell, he’d never even seen that much money. But by the look in Angelus’ eye, William knew that even one hundred wouldn’t be worth it for what this customer had in mind. In a brief fit of greed-driven courage, William shook his head. “Make it one fifty and you’ve got a deal.” He said quickly.

Angelus smirked wider, making William think that he should’ve gone for two hundred. “Deal,” Angelus whispered. Oh well, too late now. Angelus pulled away from William and walked back to the bed. “Strip,” he commanded softly.

William shook his head. “Money first,”

“Aye, money first.” Angelus nodded. He stood up from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe. Opening it up, he extracted a billfold and pulled out the appropriate amount of money. With a sly look back at William, he added another bill to the top of the pile. “If you live up to my standards, there will be more in it for you.”

“Yes sir.” William said.

Angelus shook his head, making his way back to the bed. “No sir.” He said, placing his hands on William’s hips and pulling him closer. “Call me Angelus.” He commanded softly.

“Angelus,” William whispered.

“Good boy,” he smiled. “Now strip.” Angelus released William’s hips and the boy took a step back. He started removing his clothing and Angelus made a small noise of disapproval. “Slower.” He said.

As commanded, William slowly started to remove his clothes. He slipped his jacket down from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. With great care and gentleness, William’s fingers started to flick at the buttons of his shirt, undoing two then refastening one. Angelus gave a small moan and William smirked; he knew what to do to make the more voyeuristic clients happy.

When he was through unbuttoning the shirt, he opened it slightly, revealing the pale skin of his chest that Angelus longed to touch. Angelus stood up from the bed and walked over to William. Laying his hands on the slim hips, Angelus pulled the young boy closer, bringing his cool mouth down to tease one pert nipple. William moaned and arched into Angelus’ touch, wrapping his hands around the strong shoulders. With one last flick of his tongue, Angelus released the little bud, now peaked with arousal. He let go of William and stepped back, sitting on the bed again.

“Continue,” He said simply.

“Right,” William nodded, trying to regain his composure; it had been a long time since a customer had made him lose it like that. He shook his head once more and returned to his task.

Finally depositing the shirt on the floor with his jacket, William bent down to unlace his boots. He’d found that clients usually detest the sight of booted feet on a nude body, so he found an effective knot for getting rid of the boots as quickly as possible. One pull to the strings and both boots were off; he pushed them back and out of sight then returned his attention to his pants. Opening the top button, he linked his thumbs in the loops of the pants, slowly drawing them down his hips.

Angelus laid back on the bed as he watched the scene; ever the voyeur that he was, Angelus’ metaphorical breath hitched slightly when William’s pants started sliding lower and lower, finally revealing the tip of his erection. Angelus licked his lips as the pale column of flesh was revealed inch by inch. Angelus was slightly startled when William’s pants were finally off; this simple rent boy possessed one of the most glorious organs Angelus had ever seen. While his own was long and thick, this one was a bit thinner and so much longer. So long in fact, that it curved down just a bit with the extra weight at the tip. Light blonde hair sprinkled the sack and surrounded the base of the member, making it look like a long, pink snake poking its head out from a field of wheat. One single blue vein ran along the underside of the organ and Angelus could smell the hot human blood filling the corpus cavernosum and bringing the member to full erection. Foreskin stretched taught over the head, Angelus smiled at the boy’s intense arousal and his own member twitched against the confines of his pants.

Now, one might ask how exactly a male vampire feels arousal and the resulting erection with no blood moving through their veins. It was actually fairly simple when all was said and done; although the body may die and the soul goes to Heaven (or Hell, which ever) the remaining hormones are left preserved in the mystically animated body. Since it is the soul that dies and not the man, vampires can sport quite healthy erections because of the demonically enhanced hormones surging (metaphorically) through their blood. When a vampire is aroused, the demonically awakened brain sends signals to the genitals, which stimulated the hormones to draw the required blood down to the area. The blood doesn’t actually flow the way it would in a human male, instead it is called to the correct region by the vampirically enhanced hormones. It was all simple biology, just with a supernatural twist. And when Angelus saw William fully naked in front of him, he certainly felt the pull of those hormones. Another good thing about the mystical properties of a vampire: the sudden rush of blood made Angelus feel warm, practically indistinguishable from a human client; William wouldn't even know the difference.

He raked his eyes up and down William's body and he had been correct in his assumption; the rest of his flesh matched the creamy tones of his face. Butter cream colored skin wrapped around William's arm and legs, up his chest, down his back; Angelus had to strain to resist the urge to bite the boy now.

“Well,” William asked, an amused glint playing his eye. “Do you like what you see?” He held his arms out from his sides and gave a little turn, showing off the rest of his body.

Angelus nodded as he continued in his visual onslaught of the figure in front of him. “Very much,” he whispered. He laid back on the bed, supporting himself on his elbows. “Come here.” He commanded softly. Silently, William walked over to the bed and stood over Angelus. “On your knees.” He whispered. William obeyed and kneeled between the man’s spread legs. “Now you can put that tongue to work for me like you did with all those other men in that alley.”

“Yes Angelus,” William whispered. He reached up and those same talented fingers that were once stripping off his own clothing set to work at removing Angelus of his pants. One button, then two and his erection sprang free. Angelus groaned at the relief of finally being free of the confining garments. “Why Angelus,” William said breathily. “You are more endowed than most men, let me tell you.”

“Don’t tell me anything,” Angelus sighed, laying back fully on the bed and enjoying the soft sensations of mortal hands against his hardened skin. “Just do what I’m paying you for.”

William gave a small chuckle and lowered his head. Angelus’ eyes almost flew out of their sockets at the sensation; he hadn’t had a hot, mortal mouth wrapped around his most private parts in a long time, decades actually. Even though it had been so long since he’d had a mortal in this way, Angelus didn’t doubt his ability to hold out longer than those men in the alley. Then William flicked his tongue under Angelus’ foreskin and Angelus howled. He had to admit, this boy was talented, perhaps the best Angelus ever had, but he would get his money’s worth. He reached down and tangled his fingers in the boy’s blonde hair, trying to regain control over his body.

While trying to stave off his orgasm, Angelus started to concentrate on the hair clenched in his hands. It was soft like mink and colored like straw; he imagined what it would be like to feel the soft locks ghost over the skin of his penis. Imagining silk sheets and naked, writhing flesh, Angelus had stopped paying attention to William and his oral ministrations. In his distraction, Angelus didn’t feel his orgasm quickly approaching.

William glanced up at Angelus and mentally smirked; he was lying back on the bed, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his fingers tangled in William’s hair. A devious thought entered his mind and his eyes glowed bright with the idea. William had a trick that no other prostitute in London had the balls to try and that trick was why he had so many regular customers; granted, this trick was not appreciated by most and only a select few enjoyed the full effects of it. He didn’t know much about Angelus, but something told William that he would be one of the few who enjoyed this trick. He brought his teeth out from under the protective sheath of his lips and with great care and great gentleness, he ran his back teeth over the shaft of Angelus’ member, earning him a sound that he had not yet heard from any of his previous clients.

Angelus’ orgasm came suddenly, hard and fast. Breaking through his carefully erected barriers of control, his orgasm flooded through him, demolishing everything in its way. Curling his fingers tighter into William’s hair, so hard that his nails dug into the soft scalp and drew lines of blood, Angelus bucked and writhed as that oh so gifted mouth worked it’s magic, and made a noise that he didn’t recognize as his own.

William swallowed greedily, lapping at every bitter-sweet drop of cum that flooded his mouth. When they spent member stopped pulsing and even started to soften, William released it from his mouth. Sitting back on his heels and looking up at Angelus, he smirked. “Well?” He said casually.

Angelus shook his head. “That…” he trailed off as he tried to gather the words together in his head. “That alone was worth the one fifty.” He panted. William smirked. “But,” Angelus sighed, heaving himself up so that he was looking down at the blonde. “You are still mine for the rest of the night.”

He nodded. “Yes, I am.” Silently, he rose to his feet. “What next?”

“This,” Angelus breathed. He reached forward and grabbed William by the back of the neck, pulling him down onto the bed on top of Angelus. William’s mouth parted in surprise and Angelus took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into the warm opening. Rolling them over so he was on top, Angelus continued the savage kiss.

After a few very long moments, William couldn’t take it anymore. He planted his hand against Angelus’ chest and pushed at the man until their mouths lost contact. “What the hell?” He panted, trying to fill his lungs with the air he so desperately needed. “Do you even need to breath, mate?”

Angelus shook his head. “No,” he whispered, leaning back down and kissing William again. This time, he strayed away from William’s mouth and started pressing rough little kisses to his cheeks, chin, down his neck…

He paused when he reached this spot, the place where the blood pumped the hardest. Angelus could even see the skin above the little pulse point beating with the increased tempo of the mortal heart. How he longed to damn his lust and bite into the boy right now, but he couldn’t do that, no… he had bigger plans now. Placing one last kiss against William’s Adam’s apple, Angelus pulled away and slid down the boy’s body, stopping only when he reached William’s still erect penis. Rubbing his nose against the sensitive balls contained in the sac, he heard William gasp. Angelus gave a slight chuckle, then continued on his way. Pushing William’s legs up and back, Angelus found what he was looking for.

William tried to look over his legs, to see what the man was doing; he’d been down there a while now. “Bloody fucking hell!” William shouted suddenly. He threw his head back and his hands balled up, holding the sheets tightly. Angelus had just plunged his tongue into the little pucker settled between William’s cheeks; the feeling was maddening. He let out short, ragged breaths as Angelus’ tongue lapped at him from the inside out. William had been a prostitute for a good number of years now, he’d committed every sexual act there was, at least, he thought he had. But this right here, this was fantastic. He could feel that cool tongue lashing at his insides like a little snake, tasting and exploring his every hidden secret. When the feeling became too much, William came, shuddering violently as that wicked tongue continued to plunder his insides.

Seated between William’s legs, Angelus was greatly enjoying the tastes, sounds and smells coming from the mortal. The thick smell of testosterone was heavy here between William’s legs and Angelus couldn’t get enough of it; he loved that smell. Having no other males around for prolonged companionship, Angelus had never tried this before, but by the sounds coming from William, being on the receiving end was very pleasurable. As he flicked his tongue along the insides of the silky channel, Angelus was vaguely reminded of the taste of brown sugar and honey, though why those two food items would end up here, Angelus had no idea. He just sat there, silently tonguing the human when those inner walls suddenly clenched down, trapping Angelus’ tongue. He looked up and saw William’s body shake and shiver as ropey strands of off-white fluid covered his chest, some even hitting the underside of his chin. He collapsed on the bed a moment later, panting as if he was the Runner of Marathon.

Giving one last lick, Angelus sat up and looked at William with an amused smile. “Well?” He said casually, mocking William’s comment from the previous few minutes.

But William always had an answer. He smiled up at Angelus. “Jeez mate,” he laughed. “Maybe I should be payin’ you!”

Angelus let out a hearty laugh and laid down next to William, his arm shooting out to surround the boy, pulling him close. “No, ya need not do that.” He smiled. “I’ll give ya a minute to catch yer breath, then we can continue.”

William nodded. “Thanks, not many would give me that,” his head lolled to the side and he looked into Angelus’ unfathomably deep eyes. “But you’ve got a whole night, so who am I to worry?” Angelus just smiled.

A few minutes passed as William concentrated on breathing; never had he been that breathless from any client. Finally, he rolled over and looked at Angelus. “Okay,” he nodded. “I’m good now.”

“Good,” Angelus smirked. He leaned over and blanketed his much larger body over William’s slight form. They kissed for a moment, then Angelus took his place between William’s legs. Lifting the strong thighs up onto his shoulders, Angelus pushed the tip of his renewed erection against the wrinkled opening. William gasped.

“Hey mate,” he whispered. “If you keep going, I won’t be able to work for weeks.”

Angelus shrugged. “Ya did agree that I could do anythin’ I liked.” William winced; he knew there was a reason Angelus had paid so much. “But,” Angelus said, seeing the fear in William’s eyes. “I would sooner smash a stained glass window as damage an angel like yourself.” He brought one hand up to William’s mouth and stuck out two fingers. “Lick.” William took the two fingers into his mouth and coated them with saliva. Angelus recalled the two digits and trailed them down William’s body, reaching between his cheeks and plunging them into the aching tightness that was the mortal’s body. William sighed happily as he felt the slick fingers coating his insides with the lubricating fluid; this would be easier than nothing at all.

With a speed that no human could possess, Angelus extracted the fingers and pushed himself inside William’s body. William’s eyes flew open at the sudden sensation. He howled, hands curling into the bed sheets once again. “My God,” he hissed at the sensations of being filled so quickly by such a thick penis.

Angelus chuckled. “There’s no God here, boy.” He lifted a hand and stroked William’s cheek. “Only a filthy old demon and a beautiful young angel.”

William smiled. “Yer not that old.” Angelus just shrugged.

Without much warning, he drew his hips back and started thrusting. William’s eyes rolled back in his head as Angelus’ penis found his prostate like a divining rod finds water. He moaned helplessly, a slave to the pounding rhythm Angelus started. Out and back, Angelus continued to thrust until William convulsed with his second orgasm. Despite the pulse and clench of William’s inner walls, Angelus remained composed and continued on while William laid on the bed like a boneless mass.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Angelus came, spilling himself inside the exhausted body beneath him. When his orgasm had passed, Angelus pulled out and settled on the bed next to William. “I think that’ll be enough for tonight,” Angelus mumbled, trying to hide the fatigue in his voice.

William looked over at the man with heavy lidded eyes. “Are you sure?” He asked. “You paid for the whole night.”

Angelus shrugged, running his hand up William’s side. “Don’ you worry boy, I got my money’s worth. But,” he said, tightening his grip on William. “I do want you ta stay the rest of the night.”

William nodded. “Okay.” Not only did he have no intention to move for the next few hours, but he would be lucky if he could move sometime in the next few days, so William was grateful that Angelus wanted him to stay.

Angelus rolled onto his back and settled into a comfortable position. “Up here, boy,” he commanded.

William pushed himself up as best as he could and laid down on top of Angelus’ outstretched arm. “Like this?” He asked.

“Yes,” Angelus nodded. He closed his arms around the mortal and pulled him close. “Go to sleep, I have plans for you when we wake.”

William didn’t argue. “Alright,” he whispered, his body already starting to pull him down into sleep. “Good night, Angelus.”

Angelus smiled down at the sleeping boy. “Good night,” he whispered back. Closing his eyes, Angelus had the most wonderful dreams of his plans for the next evening’s fun.

William yawned tiredly and stretched out. “Good morning,” he sighed contentedly. His eyes opened and he gasped slightly; Angelus was laying right on top of him, watching him. “Jeez Angelus,” he hissed. “You could scare a bloke to death!”

“Could I now?” Angelus smirked. He trailed his fingers up and down William’s cheek and smiled softly. “How did you sleep?”

William nodded. “Very well,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a soft bed to sleep in.” He smirked. “And it’s been even longer since I’ve had such pleasant bed company.”

Angelus chuckled. “Don’t jump to conclusions right yet, me boy.”

William nodded and looked around the room for a clock. “What time is it?” He asked.

“Nearly nine at night,” Angelus said. William’s eyes went wide and Angelus laughed. “We worked up quite a sweat, my boy, I think that we earned ourselves a little rest.”

“You don’t understand,” William said, pushing Angelus off of him and scrambling off the bed. “I have customers waiting for me!” He grabbed his pants and hastily pulled them on, looking around for his shirt.

Angelus let out a soft growl and jumped off the bed. He grabbed William by the wrist and pulled him close, burying his other hand in the mane of blonde hair. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t mention those other men while you were here.” He hissed.

William pushed away from Angelus. “Your night is up!” He yelled. He stalked over to the dresser and grabbed the money that had been laid out for him, pocketing it. “You’ve had more than enough time.”

Angelus took a step back, calming himself. “May I have one more moment?” He asked quietly. Angelus stepped over to the wardrobe and picked up a fifty pound note, showing it to William. “I have one more request.”

William gulped. Silently, he stepped forward and took the bill. Stuffing it in his pocket, he returned his gaze to Angelus and nodded. “What else do you want?” He asked.

Angelus smirked, reached out and hooking his fingers into the loop of William’s pants and drawing him forward. He wrapped his arms around William’s lean back and pulled them closer together, until their chests were touching. He placed one hand on the small of William’s back and brought the other up, touching the back of William’s neck. “Close your eyes.” He said softly. William’s eyes fell shut and Angelus smiled; how trusting. Licking his lips at the sight of the way too trusting mortal, Angelus’ face shifted and he leaned forward.

William squeezed his eyes shut in pain when he felt the first pricks against his skin. Tears filled his eyes as the pain intensified and he tried to pull away. “No,” he whispered. “Stop!” But Angelus didn’t stop, he just pulled William closer, holding tighter and drinking deeper.

Suddenly, Angelus withdrew his fangs and slid his tongue over the shallow wound. This time, an entirely different sound was wrenched from William. Angelus smirked when he felt William’s manhood stir; pressed against his thigh, it quickly went from flaccid to rock hard. William groaned and Angelus turned them back towards the bed, lowering William down onto the mattress. A few more licks at the already healing puncture, and William was grunting and groaning with pleasure. Angelus pulled back ever so slightly and bit open his own lip. Pressing the bleeding flesh into William, he pulled the boy into a burning kiss. As Angelus’ blood passed his lips and made its way to his stomach, William came. Angelus broke the kiss and waited for the boy's shakes to subside, when they finally did, he looked down into the ice blue eyes.

“You are mine now,” he whispered, running a hand through William’s hair, down his neck and over the partially healed wound.

William nodded. “Yours.” He whispered.

“That’s right,” Angelus smirked. “I’ve tasted you and you’ve tasted me; no other creature of darkness will ever come near you with intent to harm you.”

He shook his head. “Never,” he panted breathily. William was clearly still under Angelus’ thrall; that would make everything much easier.

Angelus climbed off of William and offered his hand. “We need to go.” He pulled William up from the bed. “Get dressed.” He commanded.

William nodded and continued to hunt around for his clothes. They both dressed in silence. When they were fully clothed, William turned back to Angelus. “What now?” He asked.

Angelus smirked, extending his hand once more. “Come with me.” William looked at the hand for a moment, as if he was deciding what to do. Slowly, he reached out and placed his hand in the vampire’s palm. Angelus grinned. “Excellent.” He pulled William close and wrapped his arms around the boy, leading him out of the room, through the halls, down the stairs and out the door.

They walked for the next few minutes, through streets William didn’t recognize, towards a building he’d never seen before. When they stopped at the building, Angelus lifted a hand and knocked firmly on the door. A pair of eyes appeared in a slit in the door and studied Angelus. They eyes disappeared and William heard several bolts being withdrawn. The door opened to reveal a smiling man. “Ah, Angelus!” He greeted. “Come in, come in!” He stepped back and let Angelus and William through, shutting the door behind them. “I see you’ve brought someone.” The man said as he bolted the door.

“Aye, I have.” Angelus said. “William,” he said, catching the boy’s attention. “This is James, he is a very old friend of mine and he is going to watch over you fer now.”

William wrinkled his brow in confusion. “What?” He asked dumbly.

Angelus placed his hands on William’s cheeks, pulling them nose to nose. “No boy of mine will be a filthy streetwalker, not while I’m here to take care of you.” He let go of William and turned back to James. They started to discuss something but William didn’t listen, instead he looked around the place he’d been brought to.

Cheep red carpet covered the floor of the nearby sitting room, which was filled with horribly tacky furniture; chairs and chaise lounges in all sorts of horrid pinks, reds and mauves. There was a slightly red glow about the room, probably thanks to the red scarves draped over all the lamps. A few couples sat in the living room chatting quietly on the couches or making their way up the stairs. That’s when William realized.

He turned and glared at Angelus. “This is a whore house!” He growled.

Angelus sighed at William’s tone, obviously, the fairly erotic bite he’d just given had already lost its charms. “Aye, William,” Angelus said simply. “As I said, you may recall, no boy of mine will be workin’ on the streets. Here, you’ll have a bed, good meals and good company. You’ll make good money too; what more could you want?”

William seemed to be floundering slightly, lost for words. “But,” he said. “I thought I was yours now.” Angelus nodded. “You’d still rent me out to other men?”

Angelus shrugged, taking a step towards William. “They may have you, if you wish. I’m afraid that I’m leaving town this very night and I won’t be back fer quite a while. If you wish to continue making your living this way, I will no’ stop ya, but,” that small word cut through William with its hidden intensity. “I will be the only one allowed to take you.” He looked back at James. “They can have his hands, his mouth and his penis, but his arse is mine. Do you understand me?” James nodded quickly. Angelus’ eyes slid over to William. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” he whispered, nodding vigorously.

A smile curled Angelus’ lips. “Good,” he purred. Angelus took a step and wrapped his arms tightly around William. William let out a little gasp at the sudden contact. “I look forward to seeing you again, William.” Angelus whispered.

Suddenly, he pressed a burning kiss to William’s lips, plunging his tongue into the hot mouth. William groaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Angelus. That’s when he realized: he didn’t want Angelus to leave. He was going to voice his concerns as soon Angelus broke the kiss, but right now, he was having too much fun drowning in the pleasures of the moment. But just as suddenly as he had initiated it, Angelus broke the kiss. William was about to speak when the hands disappeared from around him as well. He opened his eyes and saw that Angelus was nowhere to be found. His eyes shifted to the open door and his heart sank. He was gone.

Wait, wasn’t that door locked…?

“C’mon boy,” James said, closing the door again. “Best to get you settled in.”

William nodded and followed the older man farther into the house. As he explained the living situation, William only half listed, he was too busy thinking about the next time he would see Angelus.

To be continued

Wow, I accidentally wrote myself into a plot. How did that happen? This was meant to be a nice PWP, but it ended up being something that could have quite a few chapters. Reviews please.