Heath & Elizabette
Heath paced the room irritably, fed up with Angelus's prescence and his place in Elizabette's affections. Too resentful to continue thinking straight, he growled softly but defiantly at Angelus.
"Why are you still here? Don't you have other things to do with your time?"
Elizabette ignored it placidly, flipping through a fashion magazine. Angelus would deal with this in his own way, and she had full accord with whatever discipline he might give out. Heath needed to learn his place.
Angelus
"But I'm her sire, junior," Angelus said mockingly.
He stood and walked to the window.
"Hmmm."
Heath
"Yeah, and you're so damn good at sticking around," Heath sneered.
"So why don't ya just push off now, you Mick bastard?"
Angelus
Angelus grinned and turned from the window.
"Touchy, aren't we?"
He kicked out at Heath, sending the younger vampire flying.
"Maybe it's time I set some rules."
Heath
Heath picked himself up off the ground, eyeing Angelus more warily now.
"And maybe you can shove ya rules up ya arse, mate."
Angelus
Angelus chuckled and shrugged.
"Hmm, or..."
He punched Heath, then kicked him again.
"Not."
Heath
Heath snarled, then kicked out at Angelus's legs from his place on the ground. He rolled, and stood up, holding himself ready for a fight.
"And I've been learning so much from you so far. Such as how to fail miserably. That's been a lesson you seem to find worth repeating."
Angelus
Angelus flipped to his feet.
"Maybe you could learn how to keep Lizpet satisfied."
He roundhouse kicked Heath, feeling his bootclad foot connect with the other vampire's cheek.
Heath
Heath reeled backward for a second, blood starting to flow from a cut along his cheekbone before it healed over.
The younger vampire bared his teeth, then attacked, punching Angelus in the gut and then kicking him in the chest. He moved backwards slightly to regain his balance.
Angelus
Angelus straightened up as he pulled a dagger from his boot and threw it at Heath, watching it embed in his leg.
"All about discipline. What did I do to Spike, Lizpet?"
Heath & Elizabette
Elizabette looked up as Heath pulled the dagger from his leg, grunting slightly in pain.
"Well, you tried the beating him into the ground method first," Elizabette said.
"And when that didn't seem to work, you bedded him."
"F*CK OFF!" Heath exclaimed.
Angelus
"That is the point, fledge."
Angelus kicked Heath in the face, then punched him straight after, knocking the dagger from his hands.
"Latter option looks like the way to go."
Heath & Elizabette
"Sire!" Heath said in protest, looking at Elizabette.
Elizabette looked up, blue eyes cold.
"Don't appeal to me. I told you to do what my Sire commanded and not to be impertinent. It is his place to give out discipline as he sees fit. I belong to him, you belong to me, and therefore you belong to him too. Don't whine. You're in this because you were stupid."
She returned to reading her magazine.
"No way in hell," Heath hissed, looking at Angelus.
He turned to run. If he couldn't fight him, fleeing was the next best option.
Angelus
Angelus patted Elizabette's head softly.
"Barrier, pet?"
Heath & Elizabette
Elizabette waved a hand.
"Impervious."
Heath hit the barrier at the door to the outside and bounced back. He stood with his back to it, fangs bared and eyes gleaming yellow at Angelus.
He glanced towards the balcony door and Elizabette dismissed that hope as well with a casual hand flick.
"All yours, Sire. If you can get him to the ground."
Angelus
Angelus walked slowly over to Heath, then proceeded to punch and kick the teen, swiftly avoiding any retaliation.
Heath
Heath curled up about his stomach, hands over his head as Angelus beat him to the ground. He opened an eye warily and managed one last weak snarl of defiance.
"Piss off."
Angelus
"Hmm, golden showers aren't really my thing."
Angelus lifted Heath and tossed him onto the bed, sliding a hand down the other male's pants and squeezing gently.
Heath
Heath kicked out weakly, waiting for his body to heal.
"Let go o' me!"
Angelus
Angelus punched him in the jaw, then ripped his pants off, sliding a finger into the other man.
"How about... nah."
Heath
"No!"
Heath tried to move away, growling in defiance.
Angelus
Angelus hit him across the head, chucking his own pants off his hips, and without waiting for Heatht o adjust, he slammed into him.
Heath
Heath screamed in pain, throwing his head back.
"Ah god!"
God, that hurt so much...
Angelus
Angelus gripped hard onto Heath's hips, leaving fingerprint bruises.
"Not God, but close..."
Heath
"Bastard," Heat spat.
He closed his eyes in pain, whiteknuckled fingers gripping the sheets hard enough to tear them
Angelus
Angelus chuckled, and set up a slower rhythm with his hips, while one hand moved around and grasped at Heath's length, feeling it harden in his hand.
Heath
"No," Heath said in denial.
He couldn't be enjoying this. He felt betrayed by his own body as it continued to react. He gritted his teeth, refusing to moan or make any noise of pleasure.
Angelus
Angelus nipped at the back of Heath's neck, while his stroking increased on the other vampire's length. He licked along the faded claim mark.
Heath
Heath gasped softly, then shook his head hard.
"N-no..."
He bit back a moan.
Angelus
Angelus bit into Heath's neck gently, hard enough to just break the skin.
"Yeah."
He let his hand drift across Heath's length, and then rolled his balls between his fingers.
Heath
Heath shuddered, and felt his control start to slip. He lowered his head and bit through his lip, feeling new blood drip into his mouth.
Oh god...
He moaned softly.
"Dammit!"
Angelus
Angelus grinned slightly and moved faster, hands still working on Heath's length.
He swept his tongue over the bitemark on his neck.
Heath
"God!"
Heath came, panting hard.
Angelus
Angelus groaned slightly as he came, emptying his load into the teen and withdrawing, laying back on the bed.
Heath
Heath rolled away and stared up at the ceiling, wrapping his arms about himself. He decided ignoring Angelus was possibly the best policy.
Angelus
Angelus sat up and reached for his pants.
"Hmm."
He put his pants on, then grabbed Elizabette and kissed her softly.
"Might go hunting."
Heath & Elizabette
Heath walked gingerly to the shower, to wash off the blood between his legs and Angelus's scent.
Elizabette kissed him back, dropping her magazine.
"Mmm, probably a good idea."
Angelus
"You should tend to your childe."
Angelus chuckled.
"I'm gonna keep an eye on Wolverine."
Elizabette
"Good point," Elizabette said.
"Well, have fun."
Angelus
Angelus kissed her again.
"Will do, lovely."
He turned and left.
Heath & Elizabette
Elizabette got up and went through to the shower. Heath was drying himself and he gave her a sullen look, before rubbing his hair dry.
"Come, sit," Elizabette said as she sat down on the bed.
Heath came to stand in front of her, but didn't sit down. He glared at her.
"Why?"
"Because this way you might see a little more sense," Elizabette said.
"He is allowed to dust you, you know. I couldn't stop him. He's allowed to stake me, if he thinks I've gone too far. It might not seem like it, but I was protecting you."
She reached for a comb and gestured for him to sit down so she could play with his hair. He sat, wincing.
"This way, you'll heal. And if he asks you to do something again, whatever it is, you'll do it. Angelus is a very good lover when he tries. This was discipline...not for fun."
Heath leant his head against her knees as she combed through his wet hair, soothing and gentling him.