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Challenge #64 - 'Habit' - Black Cherries (BtVS/AtS)
Title: Black Cherries
Author: PokerKitten
Pairing: William/Angelus
Rating: Mature
Setting: Paris, 1889
Adapted from my larger fic Black Cherries
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters; I'm just messin'.
Black Cherries
"Sure you can't be tempted? So many luscious cherries, ripe for the picking!"
"You know I prefer my virgins wet and willing." Back pressed to the thick wooden door, arms folded before him, William surveyed the scene. The air was thick with fear, yet all the kneeling and chanting and quivering beneath black robes was beginning to irritate him, if truth be told. Angelus, on the other hand, was wild-eyed with excitement. Well, each to their own.
"What, not even one?"
William cast another glance about the cramped cell. Hmm, one younger than the others, still standing, left hand clasped about the cross at her breast, knuckles gleaming white in the gloom. "Well, perhaps…" Beautiful ivory cheeks, rose-pink lips, large brown unblinking eyes. Yes, he could work with this one. He was at her side in three long strides; admired her resolute, unflinching stance, even as he leaned in close. "Trust me, I'm your only chance" he whispered, slipping his hand into hers, squeezing gently. "Come with me." She hesitated, lips starting to tremble a little as she let her gaze fall to her Sisters. "Nothing I can do for them now" he murmured. "Nor you, if we don't hurry."
A cacophony of wails and pleadings rose up as William drew her towards the door.
"Hush your infernal racket!" Angelus snapped, pacing back and forth in front of the sobbing women. But as he turned to watch them leave, he gave William a knowing wink. His boy had his own methods, when it came to women. "Enjoy yourself lad." Angelus turned the key in the lock, tucked it into the back of his waistband. "Now, where was I? Oh yes!" Grabbing a fisftul of the nearest black veil, he dragged the Sister towards him on her knees. "Come to Daddy!"
***
"Is that the best you can do?" William taunted, leaping out of Angelus' reach, buttocks still smarting from the lash of the thrice knotted rope that his pretty little conquest had worn about her waist. He held up both hands, beckoned him in closer. "Come and get me, if you're man enough! Or are you so gorged on black cherries that there's nothing left for me?"
Angelus charged with a roar, bowling them both over onto the floor, pinning William beneath him and wrapping the cord around his wrists so tightly it made him yelp. "Seems like I'm still hungry afterall" Angelus chuckled, as William squirmed beneath him.
"Knew you would be, I'm hard to resist."
"That you are, you cocky bastard. Spread 'em wide, boy!" He growled, spitting on the palm of his free hand and stroking it over the head of his cock.
With his arms now bound and forced back above his head, William obediently spread his legs, bent his knees, raised his hips. Despoiling fragile nuns was all well and good, but nothing compared to the big bones, hard fists, even harder muscles of his grandsire. And his big fat cock forcing its way inside him!
Author: PokerKitten
Pairing: William/Angelus
Rating: Mature
Setting: Paris, 1889
Adapted from my larger fic Black Cherries
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters; I'm just messin'.
Black Cherries
"Sure you can't be tempted? So many luscious cherries, ripe for the picking!"
"You know I prefer my virgins wet and willing." Back pressed to the thick wooden door, arms folded before him, William surveyed the scene. The air was thick with fear, yet all the kneeling and chanting and quivering beneath black robes was beginning to irritate him, if truth be told. Angelus, on the other hand, was wild-eyed with excitement. Well, each to their own.
"What, not even one?"
William cast another glance about the cramped cell. Hmm, one younger than the others, still standing, left hand clasped about the cross at her breast, knuckles gleaming white in the gloom. "Well, perhaps…" Beautiful ivory cheeks, rose-pink lips, large brown unblinking eyes. Yes, he could work with this one. He was at her side in three long strides; admired her resolute, unflinching stance, even as he leaned in close. "Trust me, I'm your only chance" he whispered, slipping his hand into hers, squeezing gently. "Come with me." She hesitated, lips starting to tremble a little as she let her gaze fall to her Sisters. "Nothing I can do for them now" he murmured. "Nor you, if we don't hurry."
A cacophony of wails and pleadings rose up as William drew her towards the door.
"Hush your infernal racket!" Angelus snapped, pacing back and forth in front of the sobbing women. But as he turned to watch them leave, he gave William a knowing wink. His boy had his own methods, when it came to women. "Enjoy yourself lad." Angelus turned the key in the lock, tucked it into the back of his waistband. "Now, where was I? Oh yes!" Grabbing a fisftul of the nearest black veil, he dragged the Sister towards him on her knees. "Come to Daddy!"
***
"Is that the best you can do?" William taunted, leaping out of Angelus' reach, buttocks still smarting from the lash of the thrice knotted rope that his pretty little conquest had worn about her waist. He held up both hands, beckoned him in closer. "Come and get me, if you're man enough! Or are you so gorged on black cherries that there's nothing left for me?"
Angelus charged with a roar, bowling them both over onto the floor, pinning William beneath him and wrapping the cord around his wrists so tightly it made him yelp. "Seems like I'm still hungry afterall" Angelus chuckled, as William squirmed beneath him.
"Knew you would be, I'm hard to resist."
"That you are, you cocky bastard. Spread 'em wide, boy!" He growled, spitting on the palm of his free hand and stroking it over the head of his cock.
With his arms now bound and forced back above his head, William obediently spread his legs, bent his knees, raised his hips. Despoiling fragile nuns was all well and good, but nothing compared to the big bones, hard fists, even harder muscles of his grandsire. And his big fat cock forcing its way inside him!
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*Shakes head and grins at cleverness of story!*
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