"A tree?" I say increduously. "Have you lost your effin' mind?"
He simply quirks an eyebrow at me. "What? It's Christmas. We have to have a tree. We can put it here in the lobby... Cordy said she'd buy some decorations. It'll be fun."
His secretary stands behind him impatiently, car keys in hand. "Spike, come on. The plant nursery closes at seven."
"But... but..." I sputter. "It's just not *right.*
Some vampires won't celebrate Christmas; some because it's too human, some because it's too Christian, and some because it's "gotten too commercial." I myself don't mind it all that much; it has its perks. Chocolate, for one. "A Charlie Brown Christmas," for another. But... this... this is too much. I never thought I'd see the Scourge of Europe decorating a Christmas tree.
If he takes to singing Christmas carols, I'm outta here.
"This is a mistake," I say firmly. "It's gonna end badly. I just *know* it."
"Enough," he says, taking me by the back of the neck. "In the car."
"I swear," Cordelia says with a sigh. "You'd think you two had never celebrated Christmas before."
Oh, but we have...
I turn towards my Sire with a lascivious grin, and he smirks back.
He remembers.
~::1881::~
I'm going to kill him.
No, no, death would be too merciful.
I'm going to find one of those beds of nails, tie him on it, then jump
up and down on his chest. While he's tied there I'll shave that caterpillar
masquerading as a moustache off his soddin upper lip. And his head! I'll
shave his poncy head! Wait, no, better! I'll dip the bastard's manhood
in a jar of holy water and watch it burn off. Yeah. That'd teach him to
tie me up
and leave.
I can't believe the effin' tosser still hasn't come back. I'm all for a bit of perv, but this is too bloody much. My wrists hurt, my legs are cramped from being tied like this, and I think I chipped a fang trying to chew through the red ribbon keeping me hostage.
The night had started out all right. Angelus and I had separated to hunt, and I'd fed on a bunch of carollers before returning to our flat. It was Christmas Eve, and the ponce had indicated that he'd had a gift for me. I, being the utter wanker that I am, had believed him.
Angelus had returned to the flat about an hour after I did, snow flakes in his shoulder-length hair and on his lashes. His nose and cheeks had been wind-stung and pink, and there'd been a devilish twinkle in his dark eyes. I should've known by the smile he'd given me that it all signalled my effin doom.
"T' the bedroom wit' you, William," he'd said, waving a spool of red ribbon in the direction of the bedroom. "And we'll have a bit o' Christmas fun."
Like a pillock, I'd shrugged and retreated to the bedroom as bade. When I'd gotten home earlier, I'd stoked the fire and the bedroom was toasty warm. I'd removed my boots and my suspenders hung around my waist. Quickly, before the great poof joined me, I'd fixed the blankets on the wrought-iron lattice-work bed, making sure the down pillows had been perfectly aligned with the ornate headboard. Angelus was a neat bastard, and if he saw that I'd straightened up, I'd be rewarded in the most pleasurable of ways.
Course if I'd have known he was gonna tie me to this fucking thing, I'd have used more feather pillows. I think I got a permanent crick in my neck. It'll serve the ponce right to have to walk around with his hunchback Childe for all eternity.
He'd appeared in the bedroom doorway, bootless and jacketless, smile still playing about his lips. "Strip, William," he'd ordered, leaning against the doorframe to watch, like the soddin' voyeur he is.
Off had went my clothes without argument, because well, I'm kind of easy, and damnit, the old sod had seemed to be in such a jolly mood. I'd hoped that perhaps I'd get to fuck him as my Christmas gift, like last year, and my prick'd been at full attention all evening. It'd bobbed and the tip glistened in the firelight after I'd removed my trousers, and out of the corner of my eye, I'd seen him lick his lips.
"On the bed," Angelus'd instructed, his voice a tad lower than usual. "Arms straight out t' the side."
The top blanket had been cool despite the fire heating the room. I'd laid down as told, arms straight out on either side of me. Angelus had come over to the bed, unwinding some red ribbon from the spool he'd still held in his hands. When he'd started to tie my wrists to the headboard, I'd bit my tongue to keep from voicing my disappointment. If I'd been going to fuck him, I'd wanted my hands free to touch that gorgeous body of his.
A two-foot length of ribbon had attached each of my wrists to the headboard, my arms still straight out to the sides, the ribbon cut with Angelus's boot knife. Then the bastard had smiled at me, and had pushed my legs out and back, securing them one at a time with another long piece of ribbon to the headboard. I'd been tied open, indecently exposed, and I'd been a bit uncomfortable in such a vulnerable position.
But Angelus had still been smiling, and it hadn't been as if I couldn't break the thin red ribbon... or so I'd thought.
Apparently, my full frontal lobotomy had occured the night before without my recollection.
After Angelus had finished tying me up, he'd cut a short length of the red ribbon and set the spool and his boot knife on the table beside the bed. Then he'd climbed fully onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs. He'd ran his fingers down my thighs, grin in place, and my cock'd jumped in anticipation. When his fist had closed around my aching length, I'd moaned.
He'd stroked me a few times, and it'd felt so bloody good, but then he'd stopped way, way, way too soon. My eyes, which I'd closed, had popped open and I'd stared incredulously at him as he'd started to tie the length of red ribbon around my stiff manhood. "What the hell are you doing?" I'd asked.
"Wrapping me Christmas gift," Angelus had answered, looping the ribbon into a neat bow. He'd patted my decorated cock when he'd finished, climbed off the bed, and started for the door.
"Angelus!" I'd exclaimed. "You're not going to leave me like this?!"
Angelus had turned in the doorway, winked at me, then pulled the bedroom door shut, leaving me tied to the bloody bed. The effin' bastard.
I'd laid here for an hour, waiting for him to return, before I'd started trying to free myself. That's when I'd learned the red ribbon was made of steel or something, because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break it.
Beyond the heavy draperies, I could sense that the sun was rising. Un-fucking-believable. The prick had left me tied up all night, and I hadn't even done anything to deserve it. When I get free, I'm going to use my railroad spike to give him a new arsehole, in a completly unnecessary anatomical position.
The door burst open suddenly, startling me. And look, it's the soon to be multiple-holed fucker himself, wearing a white nightshirt and carrying a thin white box and a ragdoll, of all soddin' things. A ragdoll. Well, that explains it, he's gone round the bend. I blame Dru.
His hair is perfect, of course, but his eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open. "Look what Father Christmas brought me!" he exclaimed in a little boy's voice. "Me very own fucktoy!"
I am going to kill him.
*~*~*~*~*
He looks like he wants to kill me.
I can imagine what he's thought of to do to me for leaving him tied up all night. Most likely, it involves holy water and my manhood. Not that he'd ever go through with any of his torturous plans. I am his sire, and he'd never hurt me, no matter what I did to him. Never.
Besides, the ribbon is indestructable.
I'm dressed in a nightshirt and carrying a ragdoll that'd belonged to the former residents of this flat, my costume for the Christmas play I'm putting on. I hadn't told William that he'd had the lead role as the gift Father Christmas left for me, but he probably wouldn't have played if I had.
What? I can enjoy Christmas as much as the Scourge of any continent!
Besides, I've been infected by the Holiday Spirit. Hunting's been at its finest, William's been keeping me on my toes and making unlife enjoyable, and I'd found enchanted red ribbon when I was out looking for a Christmas trinket for my boy. William is a tad insecure when it comes to my affections for him, so I like to reassure him a few times a year by giving him a gift of some sort.
Last Christmas, I'd allowed him to take me. It'd been surprisingly pleasurable, so later today I plan on letting him take me again. Maybe twice, since I'm in such a good mood. Maybe I'll even put bells on his toes first.
I shut the bedroom door and cross to my murderous-looking childe. I can see teeth marks in the ribbon and bruises around his wrists from his struggles. The enchanted red ribbon can only be cut, it cannot be broken. Guess I should have mentioned that before I left. But then I wouldn't have had the pleasure of watching him struggle. God rest ye, merry he looks good when he's angered. Even at me. But now his cock is limp and the bow I'd tied is half-off. I shall have to fix that.
I toss the ragdoll to the floor as I sit on the bed. William's position is really quite scandalous. The nightshirt I'm wearing tents as I harden. I've never told him and I never will, but William can arouse me simply by walking into a room. I don't know what it is about him. Most of the time, he drives me insane. He's demanding, unruly, insouciant, and has the attention span of a six-year-old. At times, the intelligence of one, too.
But sometimes... sometimes William smiles at me, his blue eyes alight with happiness, and I get a pang in the center of my chest that makes me want to take him in my arms and never let go.
Right now, though, his eyes are dark with anger and the promise of revenge, and it's managing to arouse my ardor even further. I reach out to cup his balls, and he wiggles, trying to move away from my touch, his mouth curved in a sullen pout. "Don't touch me," he grumbles.
"And why no'?" I ask, fondling him. His penis swells, the ribbon tightening around it. "Aren't I allowed t' play wit' me own Christmas gift?"
"No," William scowls. "Now, let me free."
I tisk. Always demanding, this one. "I dinna think so, William. At least, no' until I've finished wit' you."
"Then fuck me already," he says. "My bloody legs are cramped."
"Patience, boy," I tell him as I retie the bow on his hardened shaft. "'Tis Christmas, an' I have a gift for you." I see happiness flash across William's features before he hides his delight back beneath his scowl.
Smiling, I open the thin white box I'd set beside me on the bed. Nestled inside are three dozen rum balls, softened from sitting out in front of the fire in the other room. The chocolate sweets had been made just yesterday by a local confectioner, right before I'd killed him.
I change my position so that I'm kneeling on the bed between my childe's spread legs. I pluck one of the chocolates from the box, lean forward, and press it against William's lips. An adorable furrow appears between his brows before he opens his mouth and accepts the treat.
"Good?" I ask, rubbing the melted chocolate from his lower lip. He nods as he chews, his unhappy statement relaxing into one of wariness. I bend down and place a soft kiss on his chocolatey lips, then sit back on my heels. I feed him another rum ball, then another, briefly wondering how many it would take to make him tipsy. The syrupy alcohol in the center of the sweet was remarkably potent. I'd seen the staunchest Irish drinkers succumb to the effects of too many rum balls. In fact, I plan on becoming a bit tipsy myself.
The chocolates on the edges of the box are the softest, from the fireplace heat. William's mouth is smeared dark, begging for me to lick him clean. And I will, as soon as I...
"Angelus!" William gasps, jerking against his restraints as I push a soft rum ball into his body. The chocolate coats his insides, and his velvety channel spasms around my finger as I push the sweet deep inside of him.
With a mischievous smile on my face, I push a second rum ball up his ass. Then a third and a fourth. William's body is warm enough to melt the sweets, and, in a few minutes, he will be coated in slick chocolate and rum syrup.
He looks embarrassed when I suck on the chocolate-covered finger I used to push the rum balls into him. So adorable. I pluck another sweet from the box, lean over him, and rub it against his lips. "Open up, William," I sing softly.
He nips at my finger and thumb when he accepts the chocolate. I chuckle before swooping down to capture his lips. My tongue chases the sweet, sweeping along the insides of his mouth. He tucks the chocolate in his cheek like a chipmunk and kisses me back. Our tongues meet in a sugary tangle.
I pull away from him, sucking on his lower lip as I do so. His blue eyes now reflect pure desire when I meet his gaze. The scents of chocolate, rum, and arousal fill my senses. My loins are heavy, and the loose nightshirt I'm wearing suddenly seems too constricting. I sit back on my heels and rip it off over my head, my chocolatey fingers staining the white material brown.
William makes a throaty sound as my body is bared to him. I gaze hungrily at his decadent position, his legs spread wide open, his puckered entry fully exposed and leaking rum and chocolate. His hard shaft is wrapped in the red ribbon, twitching under my heady stare.
I slide down on the bed, push my hands under his ass, and lift him to my mouth. "Merry Christmas, William," I say, and begin to feast.
*~*~*~*~*
"Gggggaaaaaahhh," I think I yell as his lips close over my hole. I can feel his tongue wiggle into me, lapping at the chocolate and rum juice.
Angelus is making slurping and sucking sounds, and its adding to the lewdness of what's happening to me. In the many years we've been together, we've used a lot of things , including chocolate, but he has never tongue-fucked me. Ever. It's... ahhh... very nice... bloody hell... yesss... "Ggggaaaaahhh..."
*~*~*~*~*
William tastes exquisite, bittersweet and chocolatey. I think I am getting a bit tipsy. If I'd known he'd taste this good, I would have done this long ago. I could spend hours right here, tounging him.
He's making the most beautiful sounds of pleasure. Moans, breathy gasps, cries of my name. He's even started to pant.
If I go by the sounds and the way his body is shaking in my hands, I'd say that being on the receiving end feels unbelievably good. Maybe I should allow him to do this to me. There's still a half box of chocolate...
*~*~*~*~*
"Angelus," I pant, writhing against his mouth. "Please, Angelus, touch me."
My cock is swollen dark purple, clashing with the red of the ribbon tied around it. I ache so badly. I need him to touch me, stroke me, allow me to come. Tears sting the corners of my eyes. "Fuck, Angelus, pleeeeease," I beg.
He moves suddenly, rising up over me and smashing his mouth to mine. The very tongue that was driving me insane slides between my lips and engages my tongue in a fierce battle. His thick cock fills me in a single thrust, his pelvis slapping against my arse.
He starts pounding against me, shallow, fast strokes that don't hit my prostate. Unfaiiiir, I wail in my mind.
As if he'd heard me, Angelus breaks the kiss, shifts his weight to one arm, and uses his free hand to pull the ribbon off my cock. It throbs when he touches it. "Angelus," I beg again in a harsh whisper.
Then his hand is around me, gripping me in a firm fist, and he starts to stroke me in time with his thrusts. I throw my head back and cry, "Yeeeeeess!"
I come within seconds, splashing my semen over my chest and abdomen. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut as my body shudders long and hard. I hear Angelus shout my name and he slams flush against my backside. I can feel his cock pulsing as he fills me.
He collapses on top of me, panting harshly in my ear. I'm panting, too, and my mouth has gone dry. I could really use another one of those chocolates.
*~*~*~*~*
After a few moments, I raise myself up to look at William. He meets my eyes and gives me a dazed grin. "Pop me another sweet, will you mate?" he says.
"Certainly," I tell him. "But no' too many more, o' there willna be any left for you t' use on me."
The expression on his face is priceless. I laugh.
This is going to be a fun Christmas.
*~*~*~*~*
Well, maybe I won't kill him.