Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, story was made up by me. This was not created for profit.

Warning/Rating: NC-234735/MA. I.e. Not for the faint hearted. Lots of violence, sex, swearing abuse.. I mean come on! Its vampires!

Pairing: Spike/Angel(us), plus trysts with other characters.

A/N: Starts off back when Spike – Then William-The-Bloody, was first turned. Don't worry, we'll get back to the right tense soon ;]

Beta: SSOTVDG (done at a much later date than original release)

Chapter 1

Hunting always left Angelus burning with desire, veins pumping with adrenalin. Full with stolen blood, it running through him, dwelling hard on his lower regions. The girls pampered him gleefully, but tired and enticed by each other, went off to bed, leaving Angelus to aid himself. William had stood awkwardly by the door of the room, still unsure who he was to his dead family; deciding not to do anything that would earn him another beating. It had been two months, since Angelus had turned him, and left him confused and uncertain to what he was. Two months and he hadn't even been taught to how hunt, if it wasn't for Drusilla's kindness he would have starved, but Drusilla in her madness would sometimes forget for days, and like this day, he would waste away unnoticed in front of Angelus.

He hated Angelus, and as he stood lingering by the door of the library where his sire was sat sipping whiskey, he willed himself to ask for food. Angelus hadn't said a direct word to him once, he got Darla to send him to his desk for a whipping William couldn't understand how he'd earned. In the beginning he'd obsess over Angelus, waking up next to him, not knowing this was a privilege not to be crawling out of the earth. He had been unconscious for three days, but the events of being turned were fresh on his mind. Angelus caring for him, after he was attacked by 3 large men for his money and clothing. William hadn't seen Angelus' real persona, too dizzy to notice his hero was draining his attackers and not fighting them. Angelus had taken William's slim toned body into his arms, looking over his half closed eyes and moist pink lips; a stab of desire running through Angelus, William unknowingly drifting to sleep on his hero's shoulder. Leaving himself easily accessible to Angelus' fangs, and only when they did descend onto the sensual hollows of his neck did William turn to kiss his hero thank you for his care.

William now knocked those thoughts out of his head. He was so hungry and felt pathetic for his first two weeks, when he did nothing but beg for his Sire's attention, his Sire to make this version of life easier and take away the pain, like Angelus had the night they had met; only to be thrown aside and ignored. He willed himself to ask for food, but couldn't, and decided to return to the room he had chosen as his.

"Will..."

William's heart jumped -certain that it pulsed a solitary beat- his body started to draw towards his Sire's, but his mind spoke 'No, No, No. Don't. You cannot bear to have him cast you aside again'.

Now only two meters away, he opened his mouth to say something… but was unable to say anything and cast his head away, ashamed of himself, shutting his eyes tightly. That was obviously why Angelus did not care for him any longer; he was so weak and confused. Why would someone as strong and powerful as Angelus care for him?

"I can hear your hunger Will... feel it in my bones every time you come near."

William's eyes flew open, a river's worth of emotions he was desperately trying to tie away flooding into him. He was awash with hope that Angelus felt something for him, but then pained that he must have known for days... and every time he was starved and did nothing. Powered by this sudden encore of feelings, William desperately tried to continue this conversation.

"Can... would... is there anything I can eat...? S-sire?"

"A vampire should not let themselves go hungry; it'll lower their defenses in a fight Will..."

William hung his head in shame.

"I don't know how to hunt sire... or fight"

Angelus turned to him with strong emotion flashing through his eyes, his posture menacing; threatening, William taking a step back instantly regretting instantly what he had said.

"I'm sorry sire... A-Angelus... I-i'm sorry..." but Angelus wasn't angered; it was guilt that had ridden him to that reaction. He quickly glazed his emotions again, and topped up his glass... and then filled another.

"Sit William."

Entranced by his sire's change in emotion, he sat on the foot stool adjacent to Angelus and lifted his hand to accept Angelus' gift of whiskey. As their hands drifted towards each other, Angelus willed himself not to just grab hold his Childe's hand, William daring himself to at least brush the fingers of his sire. He did take the glass, and did feel Angelus' long fingers, large knuckles and soft cold skin. It made his dead body feel more alive, like his flesh wished to be part of Angelus. He started to breath, small sets of quiet air filling and leaving his lungs.

"Will, I know I haven't taught you much in vampire lore yet, but I'm sure you know you don't have to breathe..."

William froze, and lowered his head away from Angelus, ashamed... again. Angelus flinching at the sight of his childe so easily put to pain, marveling at Williams jaw and cheek bones. The hunger had drawn him in more, but did nothing bar flattering his childe's pale face. His hand moved on impulse, his lips second, to reach for Williams chin and move the boys lips to his own. He fell into desire, the boy's soft lips met his perfectly and as he started to nibble and suck. He was met by his childe allowing entry; letting Angelus' tongue explore his mouth, playing with his still tongue until he had the ability to play back. It felt so good, Angelus- his sire- kissing him! Showing an innate interest in him and at last, he let all his bad thoughts and feelings wash away, letting himself know nothing than Angelus was his god, his creator; and better: his owner.

He hardly felt Angelus lift him let alone lay him onto the floor, but did feel the pleasure of Angelus' body lay down on top of him-their bodies, still connected by a kiss, rocking gently back and forth. William began to feel the need to pant again, as his sire's swelled erection slid along his through the prison of their trousers.

"Take me out Will." Angelus ordered, and William froze, looking up into his sire's hard brown eyes. "Will..." Reiterating, Angelus' demand becoming a growl.

Unsure whether the fear of being beaten, or the need to see what would happen powering him, Will released his sire's erection, and watched as the thick red head began to emerge and swell even more. Angelus turned his childe over and began to rip through his clothes until his backside was exposed enough... sinking blunt teeth into one of the cheeks of Will's backside, making him groan in a mix between pain and pleasure as his penis pushed into the soft rug they laid upon.

Angelus smiled in enjoyment, ripping away the rest of Williams clothing so he was lying naked upon the shredded material.

"This will hurt... but you won't deny me childe..."

William's panting increased, but nodded before Angelus started to trace around the tight pink rosette, hardly able to push one finger in; probing around as far as he could. It hurt, but the working of his penis against floor over powered the small pain. Though when Angelus growled and bit into his cheek again with fangs, wetting the area allowing two... three fingers, did a thick engorged head of a shaft push into William, tearing him still and allowing Angelus full access.

Angelus groaned, thrusting with an infinite power... William felt his reality shift under him; dizziness entering his head as his body- which hadn't properly fed in almost two weeks- was forced to share the little blood it owned. The pain was unbearable, with his body unable to counter it at all... but he willed himself to stay awake, conscious, for his sire. His sire that wanted him; and as the pain filled every inch of him, he just repeated the words again. 'He wants me. He wants me. He wants me.'

Angelus didn't last too long; the new textures and realized desires overcoming him... and as he thrusted the last of his cum into Wills burning insides, he heard his childe's slowing breaths.

"Good boy." Angelus cooed.

William tried to scramble to his knees to face his sire- unable to- Angelus just pulled him into his lap, his head once again on the strong vampire's shoulder- hardly conscience, still panting, lips pressed to the crook of Angelus' neck. William could smell, feel, and sense the rich powerful blood.

"Drink little one." His sire spoke again...

...but William managed nothing but a kiss.