Recitative


by Rebecca






"Stand still," Angelus chided, straightening the cravat of the younger
vampire in the middle of the busy foyer. William ached to bat his sire's
hands away, but knew that would have been on the same par as asking the
dark-haired vampire to please punch him in the face.

William looked around uncomfortably, as Angelus fussed over his appearance.
If he could have found shelter from the anally retentive onslaught, he would
have. As it was, the hidden smiles he was getting from entering patrons made
him want to blush profusely.

Or slash throats.

It was a tossup, really.

Angelus made annoying little 'tsk tsk' sounds. "I suppose this'll haveta
do," He dusted a speck from his immaculately brushed suit lapel and looked
into William's eyes.

Behind the bravado and insolence, he saw sheer terror at being dragged to
the opera.

It seemed like a fair enough outing to Angelus. Darla had dolled up
Drusilla, bundling her off to some party leaving him alone with William for
the evening. Angelus didn't mind. He'd spent the last two months travelling
the continent with his sire, and was in the mood for some male
companionship..

It seemed like a good enough deal to him. Two of his favourite vices --
Puccini and Will. The older vampire looked his childe up and down. Encased
in dark blue, the suit he wore only seemed to accentuate cerulean eyes. Will
cut a handsome figure in outfit, it accentuated his marblesque skin, and
beautifully lithe body. Angelus licked his lips surreptitiously.

*Definitely* in the mood for some male companionship.

An usher directed them to their seats. Angelus had specifically requested
less profile seats in the back of the main arena as opposed to a box,
because he knew how much Will despised aristocratic trappings. The older
vampire still had some influence, as it were, and saw to it that the aisle
was empty. At least this way, he wouldn't be totally disruptive.

"Come on," the dark-haired vampire took William's elbow and led him inside.
William trudged forward with hunched shoulders as if carrying the cross up
Calgary.

The image was so titillating, Angelus chuckled as they reached their seats.

"I don't see what you're laughing at," William grumbled. "Christ knows
there's nothing funny about the bleedin' opera," Angelus' raucous laughter
at the turn of phrase made a few patrons turn and look disapprovingly. The
vampire ignored them and shoed William to the middle of the empty aisle.

"What's the name of this again?" Will asked in a petulant tone.

"La Bohème." 

Will waited for the elaboration, which he knew would come.

He didn't have to wait long.

"'Tis the story of a an artist and a poet who are poor. They dinna have
money t' keep warm so-"

"They freeze to death?" Will asked hopefully.

"-they put pages o' poetry on the stove."

"Good." Will nodded. "I hate soddin' poetry."

Angelus smirked and continued. "The philosopher and the musician come in
and-"

"Hang on a second, does anyone die in this opera?"

"Yes." Angelus answered succinctly, disturbed at being interrupted again.

Will breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I'd hate to have to sit through this
and get no effin' closure."

The elder vampire began his explanation for the third time. "They enter with
food an' money. But their landlord comes in an'-

"Please no more. It's enough I have to sit here and watch the bloomin'
thing. If you wax poetic about it any more.. I don't think I could handle it
twice in one night."

Angelus' eyes smouldered at the insolence as the lights dimmed. "I've been
wanting t' see this performance for a while," he hissed. "Dinna fuck it up
fer me, William. Ye will behave or ye will regret it."

Will dropped his sire's gaze submissively. Satisfied with his childe's
backdown, Angelus turned his eyes towards the stage, where the performers
would be appearing in a few moments.

William fidgeted unhappily. This was the first time he'd seen his sire in
two months, and the first time they'd been alone together in at least four.
This was so far away from what he'd envisioned, it didn't even rate on any
kind of a scale. 

Will sighed dejectedly and looked to the stage. The singing started and he
rolled his eyes. To top it off, of *course* he had no idea what language
they were singing in. Italian, most likely, but it didn't make a lick of
difference if you couldn't fucking well *speak* it.

He looked up to the handsome profile of his sire. The older vampire was
completely enraptured by the singing, even mouthing along with the foreign
words. How utterly perfect.

For the first ten minutes of the performance the younger vampire attempted
to loosen the cravat Angelus had tied so tightly around his neck. Finding he
couldn't do that without drawing undue attention to himself, he spent the
next twenty minutes locating potential targets for the intermission. And
another ten salivating over the neck of the young woman sitting in front of
him. His fangs itched to sink into the pale pink flesh, but he figured his
sire might be a touch upset at having the performance interrupted in this
way.

The younger man sighed again and looked up at Angelus. If it was possible,
it looked like he was enjoying the caterwauling even *more* than before. He
let his eyes slide down the divine form of his sire -- broad chest encased
in the finest silks and linens, material clinging to each contour
sensuously... the slightly rounded stomach that Will absolutely adored...
powerful and corded thighs, a larger than normal bulge in the front of
charcoal pants and--

He was getting hard? Oh god, Angelus was getting off on the opera. Will knew
he should probably be offended by that, but right at that moment, he was
entirely too horny to care. It had been far too long since he had touched
his sire, and he'd be dusted if this night was going to be a total writeoff.

With the stealth of a predator, William slipped his hand into Angelus' lap
and stroked the older man's length, which reacted instantly. He shot a
fearful glance at his sire's face, wondering whether he was going to get the
beating of an unlifetime for this. Angelus had imperceptibly raised an
eyebrow, but nothing else, acquiescing.

Breathing in deeply in anticipation, Will's fingers danced over the other
vampire's erection, hard as steel underneath dark dress pants. They
alternately stroked and squeezed, teasing until they elicited a growling
moan that was only audible to the younger man.

Angelus was pouring all his concentration into following the performance,
and so the expression of simultaneous surprise, annoyance and lust that
appeared on his face when cool air hit his pelvis as his trousers were
undone was worthy of a frame. The two hands that steadied themselves on his
upper thighs finally made Angelus look down. William had gotten out of his
seat and was currently crouched between his legs, a cherubic smile of
innocence on his face as he extracted the dark-haired vampire's dick from
his pants.

Sucking in a thick gasp, Angelus' hips jerked out of the plush chair as Will
placed a soft kiss on the very tip of his throbbing member. Blue eyes danced
with devilish intent as his tongue traced over cold ridges. The younger
vampire scraped blunt teeth up and down Angelus' stiff flesh, nipping and
licking along the way.

Placing his tongue at the base of his sire's cock, he laved a long, wet
trail to the tip and drew back. He watched the dark-haired man's hands tense
around the arms of his seat. Will blew gently on the moist skin, nodding in
pleasure as Angelus involuntarily shivered and dug his nails into the wood
of the chair arms.

Angelus was preparing himself for the next oral onslaught while vowing to
keep his eyes on the stage when it never came. He shifted his feet in an
annoyed fashion, but he'd lost the sublime contact. The dark-haired vampire
wiggled his hips, making his erection sway blatantly. Angelus rolled his
eyes and let out a hiss in frustration.

As he lifted his hips off the chair, the older vampire felt his trousers
being pulled down around his knees. Satisfied that William was finally
moving along, he relaxed slightly.



The wood of the seat arms began to splinter under Angelus' hands as a slim,
wet finger ran along his perineum, down to his tight, ringed entry. The
older man closed his eyes and muttered a string of curses. A few patrons
turned and glanced in irritation at the handsome young man in the back row
who seemed to be highly strung. For his part, Angelus attempted a weak
smile, hoping to avoid alerting them to the fact he was sitting in an opera
bare-assed with a young (and soon to be DEAD) man kneeling between his legs.

With a look of utter concentration. Will traced his finger around the edge
of the muscle, stifling his smile when his sire growled pitifully. The
younger man traced his finger up, stroking the fine hair covering Angelus'
testicles.

It was too much for the older vampire. He had long since stopped paying
attention to the opera. His childe's performance was *far* more enthralling.
With the contact for his.. less stimulated areas ceased, he found he was
able to relax, albeit slightly. Angelus let out a muffled curse as Will
enclosed the head of his prick with his mouth and sucked away the gathering
essence.

William swirled his tongue around the swollen head, scraping it through his
teeth before sweeping over the sensitive slit. Angelus masked his expletives
by cursing in Gaelic. He jerked his hips up in the vain attempt to get his
childe to take more in his mouth, but the younger vampire pulled away.

Angelus opened his eyes and looked down, meeting those of his childe.
William looked up at him, his face blank and serious. Then, a smile began to
curve his lips. His mouth opened showing white teeth that shone in the dim
light of the theatre. He laughed silently, eyes shining with wickedness. The
dark-haired vampire's cock jumped.

His eyes closed in relief when William's mouth closed over his aching penis
and slid down to take more into his throat. This is how these things were
supposed to go. No more surprises.

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A creaking groan followed by the brittle sound of shattering wood filled the
air, and Angelus wrenched the arms right off his seat, as Will's hand
returned to the older vampire's sphincter and inserted two fingers. A few
people turned around to investigate the sound, but Angelus -- with demon
face barely concealed -- growled savagely at them.

It took a moment for Angelus to get marginally accustomed to the
penetration. He had not been touched there for a long time, and certainly
*never* by Will, in any form. His childe moved slender fingers slowly,
stretching the dark-haired man's entryway as gently as possible, all the
while sliding luscious soft lips up and down his marble-hard erection. Will
moved his lips down as far as he could, taking most of Angelus' length in
his mouth. Angelus waited for him to move again, but..

He just stopped.

Angelus ground his teeth in frustration. He was just about to grab that
insolent head and thrust viciously when something made him lose any coherent
thoughts he might've been stringing together. He felt it rather than heard
it at first, but it soon grew in pitch and volume.

William began to hum.

And it wasn't just tuneless noise or bawdy drinking songs -- which was the
only music Angelus thought Will knew -- but *La Bohème* itself. His younger
childe picked up the tune of Quando m'en vo, and kept beautiful time with
the Musetta on stage, brazenly singing about her popularity.

The vibrations that emerged from that divine throat sent tremors of pleasure
throughout the older vampire. Uncaring of his surroundings, he began a
steady stream of garbled curses, expletives and a few prayers in his native
tongue. 

Loins on fire, Angelus could feel his climax building in the pit of his
belly. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before release. William moved
his occupied hand up languidly to caress his sire's heavy sacs. When he
added some extra suction to his humming, the game was over.

Angelus' eyes rolled back into his head, eyelids fluttering madly. Biting
back an unholy scream, he settled for another Irish swear as his orgasm
disappeared down the younger man's eager throat. Will milked his sire
steadily, not spilling a drop of seed. Once finished, he ended how he began,
placing a kiss on the crown of Angelus' rapidly softening member. He
assisted the older vampire's attempts to pull his trousers up with shaky
hands, before dusting his seat of splinters and sitting down.

Angelus glanced unbelievingly at his childe, who -- without looking at the
older man -- interlaced their hands together, and seemingly became immersed
in the last few minutes of Act II.

In no time, the curtains had descended to polite applause, signalling the
beginning of the intermission. The dark-haired man turned towards the
younger, ready to kiss him senseless or smack him stupid (he hadn't decided
which) when the woman seated in front tapped him on the shoulder.

"I do say," she asked rather primly. "Was that *your* singing during the
last act? It was quite, quite lovely." Angelus was mortified, and searched
his brain for any response that might seem remotely plausible. The last
thing he needed was assistance from his offspring.

"It was indeed, Mistress." William piped up. Angelus glared venom at the
younger man, but the woman didn't seem to notice.

"How wonderful! So melodic and charming... but it was not Italian. Pray what
language was it?"

"I.. uh.." 

"Gaelic. Sorry Mistress, he seems to be at a loss for words." William
chucked his thumb toward Angelus and leant forward conspiratorially.
"Singing's a sort of private thing he doesn't usually share with anyone but
me. It's a bit embarrassing for him to be caught out like this."

The woman turned to Angelus and nodded sympathetically. "You really
shouldn't be so shy with a talent like that. It was quite marvellous. Will
you sing the rest of the opera?"

"Aye," the vampire replied, finally gaining his voice. "But no' here. Will
an' I must unfortunately leave now."

Will glanced up at his sire, and briefly wondered whether the
hungry-come-evil look he was receiving from Angelus was a good thing. With
the assistance of the older man, Will got up out of his chair and they began
to exit the aisle.

"Good gracious!" The woman exclaimed. "What happened to your chair?" she
gestured to the broken and splintered wood.

"Riveting performance." Angelus quipped before making a small polite bow and
exiting to the foyer, William laughing up a storm behind him.

Will lit a cigarette as they walked through the large oaken double doors and
out onto the street.

"How come we're not staying to watch the rest?" He asked lightly, clearly
not disappointed at the early departure.

"I know where there's another viewin'," Angelus could barely contain the
huskiness and pure sexual energy in his voice. He pulled the younger man
abruptly into a small alley, pressing him up against the cold bricks. The
dark-haired vampire held his childe in a punishing grip sure to leave
bruises, attacking the mouth that had caused him such torment with his own.

He pulled up eventually, leaving William gasping. "Funny..." he breathed
heavily. "Never liked.. opera.. before that,"

The chuckle that emerged from Angelus' throat sent Will's nerve endings
jangling.

"You thought that was fun... wait for Act III."



~fin

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