Fic: Moonstruck Ch. 6
TITLE: Moonstruck Ch. 6: Nuabheirthe
AUTHOR: Mereneith
E-MAIL: mereneith@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Angelus/William
SUMMARY: Angelus stalks a young aristocrat, William Beauchamp, who is also a seer. He eventually drives the young man insane and turns him.
DISTRIBUTION: Anyone who wants to archive this can. Just let me know.
SPOILERS: None. Deviates far from canon.
WARNINGS: Violent vampire sex, blood play, torture, murder, rape, etc.
DISCLAIMER: Angel, Spike and all other characters belong to Joss Whedon.
THANKS: Thanks to my wonderful betas Buff, Helen, and Ika.
FEEDBACK: Constructive feedback loved and adored. \
previous parts can be found here.
Ch. 6: Nuabheirthe
Angelus sat watching William, waiting for him to rise. Once Drusilla came in to see her new baby brother, but Angelus immediately sent her out with instructions not to leave the lair and not to disturb him again.
When William awoke the first thing he saw was an ornate canopy connected to four massive solid oak posts. Rolling over onto his side he came face to face with a powerful thigh and a very large, very thick and very erect cock. The steel shaft sprouted from a nest of dark curls and its balls sagged heavily. William was sure that he didn’t want that powerful member anywhere near him. With its large girth and incredibly long length it could do a lot of damage. William tore his eyes away from the weeping monolith and raised them up toward its owner’s face.
Angelus sat propped up by a pile of pillows sipping a goblet of blood and observing his new Childe wake. When William looked at his face he got a wide-eyed look. Obviously the boy remembered him. The baby vampire froze for a second then immediately scrambled backwards across the bed, fell into a heap on the floor and curled up in the corner, shaking with fear.
“Oh God. Please No. No. No. No. It won’t fit. Tear the tiny hole it will. And then the boy will be only blood and pain.” William buried his head in his arms and began to sob.
Angelus quietly observed his newborn’s ramblings. He placed his goblet on the night stand and rolled over to the edge of the bed. Grabbing both of his Childe’s forearms, he hauled him back onto the bed.
William again tried to crawl off the bed, but Angelus quickly took hold of his ankle and pulled him back into the center of the bed. “Cut that out boy. I have been waitin’ all day for you t’ rise so I can spend the rest o’ this evenin’ buried deep in your pretty ass listenin’ t’ you scream.”
William shivered as the gentle Irish accent promised an evening of pain. His cock grew hard at Angelus’ next words and the look of pure lust in his eyes. “You are mine, boy. You are mine forever. My Childe. My property. MINE.” The large male vampire let out a snarl of pure animalistic lust.
Angelus rolled William over onto his stomach and straddled his thighs. The boy’s warped mind soon grasped what was to come and struggled to free himself from the larger vampire. Angelus easily grabbed the boy’s flailing arms and pinned them to the small of his back with one large hand wrapped around the delicate wrists in a bone crushing grip. He wrapped his hand around the back of his Childe’s neck and pressed him into the mattress.
Angelus rubbed the bulbous tip of his erection against William’s tiny opening which was currently clenched tightly shut. With one brutal thrust he entered his boy dry, tearing the anal lining as he buried himself to the hilt in William’s virgin tight ass. Angelus had purposefully not taken the boy before turning him, so that William would always heal back to his original virgin state.
William was in more pain than he ever thought possible. He felt as though he was being split in two. His face was smashed into the mattress. His neck was held in a steel grip and the other hand holding his wrists together was so tight that the bones were grinding together and threatening to break. The fire that started in his ass radiated down his spine and to every part of his body.
Blood was seeping from his torn anus, easing Angelus’ movements as he began to brutally thrust in and out of the tight passage. William screamed and writhed in pain as Angelus pistoned into him at a brutal pace.
Unfortunately for William, Angelus was a large, male vampire of 127 years of age with incredible sexual stamina. Three and a half hours later Angelus was still brutally fucking William’s torn and bleeding hole. He never broke pace or loosened his bone crushing grip on William’s wrists and neck. The older vampire was purposefully angling his thrusts so as not to hit the prostate thus giving William the maximum amount of pain and the minimum amount of pleasure.
The young fledgling had long ago gone hoarse from screaming at the unbearable and relentless pain wracking his body. Being young and starving from just rising he was incredibly weak to begin with. On top of that he had lost a lot of blood flowing freely from his torn anal lining. William’s body no longer had the strength to convulse and writhe in pain as his muscles were demanding. Instead, he simply lay under Angelus too weak to move. His body trembled in pain and every once in a while he let out a sad, little whimper.
At the four hour mark, Angelus shifted the hand holding William’s neck to the mattress and entangled his fingers in William’s curly, sable locks. Giving the boy’s head a vicious yank back, he sank his fangs into the straining neck. A loud growl rumbled from his chest as the taste of his newborn’s sweet blood sent him crashing over the edge. Angelus buried himself deep in his Childe, shooting his dead seed down William’s abused passage.
His Sire’s claiming bite caused the young vampire’s body to orgasm and immediately cum. He felt himself grow light-headed as Angelus continued to take his precious blood in big gulps. When he was on the verge of losing consciousness, Angelus retracted his fangs and collapsed on top of him, letting go of William’s bruised and aching wrists.
Crushing his young Childe under him, Angelus licked and nuzzled the deep bite mark that was still oozing blood. “Me beautiful babe. Me sweet Childe, yer blood ‘tis like ambrosia. I will never let ye go, Nuabheirthe. Never. Ye run away, I will hunt ye down. Dinna think fer a minute I will ever relinquish me claim, me ownership of ye. I own ye, now and forever. Ye will always be me property, Nuabheirthe. Always.” Angelus unconsciously slipped into a thick Irish brogue as his possessive nature took over.
Spooned up against his Sire, Angelus’ semi-hard cock still buried deep in his ass, William felt content and safe. A feeling he hadn’t had in a long time, mostly due to the creature in whose tight embrace he currently lay. Soft, gentle purring reverberated from the chest pressed against his back, and William was soon lulled into a deep slumber.
***
Angelus slipped out of his chambers, locked the doors and turned to the two sentries standing guard.
“Nobody enters and he doesna leave.” The guards gave their master a curt nod.
Angelus proceeded down the long hallway to Druscilla’s room. As he passed by the nursery he couldn’t help but think about his own newborn who was currently asleep curled up in his bed, buried under mounds of blankets, coverlets and sheets. He wanted to make this quick so he could return to his William as soon as possible. {Right. Feed, Fuck Dru, Get Back t’ Sweet William. Damn that boy tasted good. Oh, and I got t’ make an appointment for the tailor t’ come. Will is goin’ t’ need lots o’ new clothes.}
Angelus entered Drusilla’s room to find her asleep. Sitting down on the bed[,] he slipped his hand under the covers and gently ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh while simultaneously running his tongue up her neck.
Drusilla woke with a gasp. Angelus was looming over her, running his fingers gently over the inside of her thigh. Every so often he would lightly graze her clitoris causing her to moan in pleasure.
He gave her a quick, bruising kiss and then pulled away smiling. “He be foirfe, Dru. Foirfe iomlán.”
***
When William awoke the room that was pitch black. As he lay on the bed staring at the black nothingness, shapes began to form as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. Soon he was able to see as well as during the day with his new enhanced vampire vision.
A sharp pain shot through his gut, distracting him from his examination of the canopy overhead. He was *starving*! All of his senses clamored for something, but his warped brain just couldn’t make out what. This pain coupled with the excruciating pain radiating from his ass, made him quite miserable.
In his incredibly weakened state, it took a large amount of his strength just to tilt his head sideways, so he could examine the room he was in and find some form of nourishment. Staring at him from the far corner were two yellow, feral eyes. A loud rumble, similar to that of a male lion, was emitted from the figure in the corner, wearing only tight fitting black wool pants and holding a riding crop.
As Angelus watched the boy struggle to lift his head to get a better look at him he decided his Childe needed to feed and learn the rules.
“Good evenin’ William. I trust you slept well.” William only stared back at him.
“Hmm. Well, ‘tis time for you t’ learn what you are and who I am. You are a vampire and I am your Sire, boy. You are my Childe. There will be rules and I expect for them t’ be remembered and obeyed, even if you are insane.”
Angelus stopped as he noticed William begin to shake his head and claw at the sheets. The boy let out a high pitched giggle. “Vampires. Ha. Vampires aren’t real. They are things of fairy tales . . . “
William stopped and a look of confusion formed on his face.
“The frog queen was right. She warned me. Her and miss Muffet. But, I didn’t listen. I was too busy talking to the stars to pay her any heed. You’re the wolf aren’t you. The one that would take me to his lair deep in the bowels of the earth where the sun never penetrates.”
Angelus waited patiently for William to finish rambling. It was amusing and almost cute, he thought.
“William, come here.” The command was simple and straightforward, designed to penetrate the insane creatures twisted psyche.
Panic flitted across William’s features and he hesitated. Slowly backing up until his body was plastered against the headboard, he began muttering about dolls being hacked into pieces and buried underground.
Angelus quickly crossed the room, grabbed William, flipped him onto his stomach, and gave him two sharp cracks across the buttocks with the riding crop. Causing the newborn to yelp and squirm in pain and shock.
“When I tell ye t’ come, ye come right away. Ye dinna keep me waitin’, lad. And ye better no’ make me tell ye twice. Ye must never disobey me or even hesitate when I give a command.”
Angelus returned to his seat and William scampered after him. He fell down a few times because of lack of strength, but finally reaching Angelus’ side, he sat next to his Sire’s chair, head bent submissively. Angelus pulled his boy’s head into his lap and gently ran his fingers through the curly locks.
“Good boy.”
William relaxed under his Sire’s ministrations, and soon he was purring softly. A loud grumble from the younger vampire’s neglected stomach broke the silence that had settled over the pair. William followed it with his own whine of hunger.
Angelus let out a sigh. “Alright, let’s get you fed.”
Placing the riding crop on a nearby table, he hauled William up on his lap and cradled him in his arms like one would hold a newborn baby. Slitting the skin just above his nipple, Angelus pushed his young Childe’s head against the bleeding wound.
William emitted a little grunt of pleasure as he took the blood covered nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it.
“Keep your fangs retracted.” Angelus warned, slowly stroking the feeding baby’s head.
William felt his cock become hard and his balls fill with dead seed at the taste of Sire’s blood. Angelus reached the hand not supporting William down to his now hard erection. Cupping the perfectly shaped balls, he rolled them gently around in his palm. Ever so often he gave them a slight squeeze, then he would gently stroke the long, smooth shaft. Then it was back to fondling the silky balls.
By now William was mewling and writhing in pleasure. Angelus had him in a very tight grip to keep his head pressed against the bleeding breast and to keep him from squirming out of his Sire’s lap.
The erotic combination of Sire’s blood and Angelus’ expert attentions to his erection caused him to cum in huge waves across his and the other vampire’s chest.
Once spent, William continued to nuzzle and suckle the nipple even though the wound had long since healed. A smile crossed Angelus’ handsome features as he watched William’s attentions to the breast.
“All for now Little One. My Nuabheirthe.” He nuzzled his boy’s hair. “I will feed you again when you wake.”
Angelus stood up with his newborn in his arms and carried him over to the massive, raised, four-posted bed that dominated that end of the bedroom. Pulling back the deep burgundy coverlet, Angelus laid down his precious bundle.
“Sleep, sweet Will.”
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Gaelic
foirfe = perfect
iomlán = absolutely
Nuabheirthe = newborn