All Roses Wilt in Time

William climbed onto the dilapidated porch roof only two hours after sunset. The old boards groaned under his feet, and a few of the aged shingles tore away as he stepped on them. The house was a wreck… probably the best they could afford when Jonathan squandered all possible funds on his crazed obsession with hunting.

Barely holding back a snort, William carefully made his way to the small window to the right. He peered into filthy glass, surveying the equally filthy bedroom. It appeared empty, save for Aidan’s small form huddled under a pile of blankets. William relaxed and pushed open the small window.

He slipped silently into the bedroom, smirking as a disheveled blonde head poked out of the blankets. “Go away,” Aidan said moodily. William decided not to mention that he sounded as petulant as a five-year-old.

“Is that any way to treat a guest?”

“I don’t want you as a guest,” Aidan glared. “Now, go AWAY!”

William grinned, appearing next to the bed with inhuman speed. He laughed when Aidan shrunk back. “I thought I made it quite clear last night,” he said, swinging a leg over to straddle the teen. “That you are in no position to make demands.”

Aidan’s face scrunched in annoyance. “”Why are you here?” he demanded.

“Because I started something last night,” William said. “And I intend to finish it.”

Aidan was grudgingly interested. “You mean you’re going to kill me, like you were supposed to last night?”

“Well, that depends,” William smirked. “On how well you behave.”

Aidan gave a scream of frustration and pushed William off him. “Stop it! I’m tired of your goddamn games!” he maneuvered his way out of the tangled blankets and stormed toward the door.

William scowled at the rejection and leapt after him. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he grabbed Aidan’s wrist in a merciless squeeze and spun the hunter around.

“I’ll do it myself,” Aidan cried. “I’m not going to wait around for him to kill me.”

“Don’t even think about it,” William growled. “I’m not done with you. Now get on the fucking bed before I do worse than daddy dearest ever dreamed of.”

Aidan’s eyes widened, but he resolutely stood his ground. “You can’t scare me.”

William chuckled darkly, his finger tracing a line up the hunter’s arm, not missing the shiver that wracked through the boy’s body. “I think I already have.”

Aidan looked at his feet, hating the way his hands trembled.

William’s smirk returned at the easy victory. “Get undressed.”

Aidan shifted uncomfortably, arms sliding around his body in a subconscious move to protect himself. “What for?”

William raised a brow. “Use your imagination,” he said with amusement. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

A blush stained Aidan’s cheeks, his arms wrapping tighter around himself. “No,” he murmured, his shoulders hunched in preparation for William’s anger. “I won’t do that again.” He looked up in surprise when the vampire laughed.

“I love it when you try to be defiant,” William smiled. “It makes it all the more satisfying when I finally break you down.”

William tilted Aidan’s face, forcing the slayer to meet his eyes. “Let me show you a little trick,” he said. He leaned in closer, his breath tickling Aidan’s cheek as he whispered, “Get undressed.”

Aidan sucked in a breath as his spine started tingling. It got worse as each second passed, until unbearably sharp pains were cutting through his back. “What did you do to me?” he demanded with a pained cry.

William grinned as the hunter collapsed against him. “I fed you my blood, while you were still reeling from the best orgasm of your life. I’m guessing you were too out of it to remember,” the last sentence was spoken with a wicked laugh. “And as a good little hunter, you should know what happens when a human walks around with vampire blood in them.”

Aidan’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh, god,” he cried. “No, please tell me you didn’t.”

“I did,” William said delightedly. “That pain’s not going to go away until you do as I tell you.”

Aidan bared his teeth. “Fuck you.”

“That was the original plan,” was William’s cheeky reply. “I could make you do it, take complete control away from you. I could turn your own body against you… your mind too, given enough time. Your blood isn’t your own anymore, it’s mine.” He chuckled. “That also makes you mine… all of you.”

“I’m not a prize,” Aidan said, his voice raspy. “Or a possession, you sick son of a bitch.” The pain intensified and Aidan doubled over at the sheer, unexpected force of it.

William sighed. “Why must you make this so difficult?” he questioned. He heard the tell-tale sniffle of tears starting, and gave an annoyed huff. When would the kid give up? “It’s not like I’ll hurt you.”

“You’re hurting me now!” Aidan cried.

“You are doing that to yourself,” William corrected.

Aidan gave a last pitiful sniff and carefully lifted his shirt over his head. He let out a relieved breath when the pain dulled. William pulled him off the floor and maneuvered him to the bed. Aidan refused to look up as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them over his hips.

William was watching with a self-satisfied smirk when he noticed the marks on Aidan’s thighs. “Stop!” he snapped. Aidan looked up at him wide eyes. “What the fuck are those?”

Aidan followed his gaze and stammered a quick, “Nothing!”

William snarled, wrenching his legs apart to get a better look. They were cigarette burns. “How did you get these?” his voice was low and deadly, daring Aidan to lie about it.

The teen bit his lip, shoulders hunching pathetically. “We were training all afternoon,” he said, closing his eyes. “Dad found us a hunt, so we went through some drills. I—I messed up. My ribs were throbbing and I couldn’t keep up.”

William tightened his grip on Aidan’s legs. The boy winced slightly but remained quiet. “He’s damaging you,” he growled. “And I don’t like my toys broken, unless I’m the one doing the breaking.”

“Sorry,” Aidan mumbled, though not sure why. William grunted in response and pulled Aidan’s navy boxers over his hips. They were tossed carelessly to the floor, along with the rest of Aidan’s clothes.

“Lie back,” he instructed, moving on top of Aidan in one graceful move. The young slayer bit his lip and looked uncertain, but complied after a moment. William lifted his legs over his shoulders and said, “Put a pillow under your hips.” Aidan lifted his hips and propped them up with a threadbare pillow.

William leaned down and ran his tongue along Aidan’s crack. The boy jumped and gave a small squeak. “What are you doing?”

“Rimming,” William smirked. He spread the pale cheeks, laving a sticky trail around the perineum. Aidan groaned and twisted his hands in the sheets. William teased and taunted, pulling away only to give the teen’s left cheek a light nip.

Aidan was shuddering and whimpering softly as William continued his ministrations. “Please,” he panted.

William was tempted to make him beg a little, but the raw agony in the boy’s voice went straight to his cock. He slicked two fingers and pushed one against Aidan’s virgin hole. The hunter hissed at the intrusion but remained quiet. As William worked the ring of muscles lose, he slipped the other finger into the tight passage and scissored them.

William stiffened his tongue and pushed it into the hot channel, next to the fingers that were holding it open. He took his time, slowly licking and thrusting until Aidan was practically sobbing. He reached his free hand around and grasped the boy’s dick. He timed his strokes with the thrusts of his tongue. Aidan’s moans were completely sinful, and he couldn’t help thrusting his hard cock against the mattress.

“Oh, god,” Aidan cried, hips jerking. “I’m—I’m—“ he practically went into convulsions as strand after strand of hot come sprayed onto his stomach. William grunted as his own orgasm hit. He bit into Aidan’s pale thigh, the sweet taste of blood making him come even longer.

He fed from the spent boy longer than he should have, lost in the rich mixture of his own blood and Aidan’s. “Please, no more,” the hunter whimpered. William forced himself away from the wound.

William sighed, whispering, “Go to sleep,” to the exhausted teen. His eyes immediately shut and his breathing leveled.

William sat up, wincing at the wet come in his boxers. As his eyes raked over the hunter’s body one last time, the burns on Aidan’s legs grabbed his attention again and he cursed softly. He would rip off Jonathan Bergue’s head with his bare hands. He also noticed that no one had wrapped the wounds from the previous night.

A small dribble of blood leaked from his arm… probably reopened from all the careless thrashing. He huffed and searched the small bedside drawer for the first aid kit.

His boy would be the death of him.


TwistedHilarity: Thanks! Aidan definitely pulls at my heartstrings, but I’m afraid he won’t be getting many cuddles anytime soon.

Shinji: Thank you!

Kryst Sutures: Thank you! Yes, Jonathan is definitely an asshole, and he is only going to get worse as the story drags on.

Riddlestar: Aidan is in pain when William shows up. He’s hurting and feeling lost. William seems like his ticket out of misery… his Angel of Mercy, if you will. There is nothing William can do to him that is worse than what Jonathan has already done (so he believes.) He doesn’t want to stand up to William when he is the only hope he has.

Anonymous Sister of the Author: Thank you!

BennyPeace: Oh, I hoped this chapter lived up to the first. I had a bit of a problem writing it, because the first chapter was such a powerful start, and had a pretty straight-forward plot. This chapter was like a rut—it is a bridge between the major happenings in the first chapter and the third (which will hopefully be finished in the next few days =P.)

WhinnieRichards: Thank you so much! Superfluous isn’t really in the job description with this story. It’s going to be relatively short, and to the point.

Beloveless: Thanks so much! Aidan’s personality was actually kind of a fluke. I first pictured Aidan as this sweet, meek boy who was completely broken when William found him. However, I’m known for my smartass/defiant characterizations, and that shone through a bit with Aidan. I completely fell in love with him because of it, glad you liked him as well. Yes, this is a very rough draft. I want feedback on the characterizations and plot direction before I do any major editing (it’s pointless if I have to completely re-write something anyway, so I’m holding out for the novel!)

Sekre and Kage: Thank you!