Title:
Author: Inca
Feedback: make my
christmas merry!- [email protected]
Rating NC17
AU Liam/William
Disclaimer: They
don't belong to me, I just like to watch them play
with each other
Spoilers: AU
Summary: Risen
from the ashes
Authors notes:
Dedicated to all. Seasons Greetings!
***
They had been in
the papers for weeks. Faith had packed some when
she shipped over
a box of Liam's paintings. Liam had loved seeing
his mug shot in
the paper next to Will's face. He'd cut it out and
stuck it in a
scrapbook full of grass shoots and fabric.
They had first
arrived at
a half.
Liam had gone
bloody stir crazy and once he figured out they were on
the ocean began
screaming about sea monsters every time he was
afforded a
chance. There wasn't much they could do about that until
the first stop
they had made, at the
bought an armful
of sleeping pills, tranquillisers and other
depressants.
They hadn't been
planning to stop so early, but had made a detour
because the crew
was getting sick of hearing Liam's bloodcurdling
screams echoing
around the hallways of the 'Alana'. And they were
getting very
angry.
Will hadn't even
given a second thought to Liam's medication and he
had crashed down
off them like he had lost his footing at the top of
a staircase. He
was heavily dependent on them and without … he saw
things everywhere,
fidgeted like he was being electrocuted, became
paranoid and edgy
and tearful.
Gunn, the leader
of the group, the captain, had taken quite a liking
to him anyway,
and on his few good days brought him up top and let
him steer,
keeping a close watch on him. But mostly he stayed fogged
up on
tranquillisers, mewling quietly as Will petted his hair and
made sweet
promises that they'd be alright soon.
The crew was
dropping things off in
they were doing,
and assumed he wouldn't get an answer even if he
got curious.
Yogya was on the way, and they stayed there for a
while, a year,
Will being surprised at how many people had lived
there. He'd
gotten a job as a waiter to pay the rent and buy food
for them while
they were there. Apparently it was quite a novelty to
have a white
waiter in Yogya and he was paid well for his services.
Liam painted, and
Will made sure he bought him a new canvass at
least every three
weeks.
He worked six,
sometimes seven days a week, always exhausted, always
collapsing into
bed the moment he walked through the door, trying to
come home in his
lunch hour to make sure Liam ate.
Starting over.
Saving up to buy a house for them. The place they
stayed had one
bedroom and one kitchen dining area separated by a
batik curtain.
Liam loved it.
A few times Will
had come home to the tiny shack/flat to find him
gone, and combed
the streets calling frantically for him until he
found him in a
park or sitting dreamily on a bench somewhere. He
never strayed
far. He didn't want to lock him in, although it was
tempting He was
terrified he was going to get lost, or someone would
attack him, evil
seemed to be able to sniff him out, but Liam just
enjoyed being
able to go outside when he wanted to. And he was so
friendly to the
neighbours that pretty soon; they always seemed to
know where he had
gone.
The neighbourhood
wives took him under their collective wing and
included him on
their outings, much to Will's pleasure. They cackled
and clucked over
his art appreciatively and took him to artist
villages, taught
him how to make pottery, took him to markets with
Javanese art
which he cooed over and started to incorporate into his
own work. He
painted for his wives group and pretty soon people
started buying
things from him. They loved the strange scenery he
did, a mix of
American and Indonesian, temples and skyscrapers,
batik warehouses
and Dennys' coexisting in the picture, looking like
a fantasy.
There was a huge
language barrier for a long time, but Liam didn't
make lots of
sense anyway so it seemed to work for him. He learned
Indonesian
dialects faster than Will, probably through the wives.
One day he
suddenly changed to talking in the language of his
friends, not
understanding that Will couldn't follow it. He got him
speaking English
again, Will could understand English, English was
accepted, more
inner city than outer.
Will only ever
picked up scraps and was amazed that Liam could hold
full
conversations with storekeepers or his new friends.
They stayed in
Yogya for a year, Liam getting more and more well
known for his
foreigner art, and soon his paintings and drawings
were mostly
supporting them and Will was able to cut down on his
workload,
exhausted.
They moved from
the shack, with much `nooo Angoo, missi youuu!' and
crying from his
friends, and moved into a bigger house closer to the
inner city, with
indoor plumbing and actual doors. Which Will
definitely
appreciated.
Liam seemed just
as happy and excited with this house as he had the
shack.
The wives in
anyway. Again
Liam made friends and the bored wives loved him. Word
of mouth spread
and soon, Liam was at the opening of his own
exhibit, Will
standing proudly behind him as Liam struggled to
remember to read
his cards on which he'd written his speech. It was
a bit disjointed,
but he'd written it himself and only twice did he
make mention of
cats and only once for both milk and stars.
Applause was
loud. Liam had changed from insane inmate to eccentric
artist so
quickly.
Will got a new
job as a translator of documents. He was okay with
the written
Indonesian, he just had trouble with the quick spoken
words. People
didn't seem to care about his failings, as he was
white and
English. That was fine with Will. He met another man
working there,
Jean, a French man who had married a Gamelan player
in the state
orchestra who had performed in his hometown. His
English was
almost impeccable, thank god, and Will became fast
friends with him.
He was alarmed
the first time he met Liam, but then did as most
did, wrote him
off as an eccentric creator and enjoyed him on an
amusement level.
Jean often came over to their house for dinner, and
it was good to
have someone to talk to. Liam, on his bad days,
didn't make for
the best conversation. All stars and whiskers. Will
loved that, but
sometimes he needed to talk about other things too.
At the exchange
rate, one American dollar to about nine and a half
rupiahs, Will had
almost fainted when at Liam's fifth show he had
sold a painting
for ninety five thousand. Will had converted it back
for him,
expecting him to get excited, but he just smiled and nodded
and told him that
it was rare to sell one for that, but it had
happened a few
times before. Will started wondering how much money
Liam had before.
He then wondered what had happened to it.
They again
upgraded. After almost two years in
finally moved
into a big house with a pool that Liam had squealed
and dive-bombed
into, in his clothes, in front of the woman selling
them the house.
The neighbourhood
was even more welcoming having heard of Liam,
never seen him.
Will didn't let his picture get into the papers.
Liam had got better.
He had his good days and his bad days still,
but happily,
there were more good days to remember. `Clear' Liam, as
he was known, had
been released more and more often, saying he was
happy, focused as
he ate breakfast with Will every now and then. But
mostly, he still
listened to the stars, had a short attention span
for anything that
wasn't paint or naked, and still didn't say all
his sentences out
loud. But it didn't matter, Will was completely in
sync with him. He
didn't want him to change. He'd fallen in love
with him the way
he was.
He hadn't slept
under the bed once.
Their house was
large, with a huge backyard with a huge aqua pool.
Mainly one story,
it boasted an upstairs that was just their
bedroom. It
featured a king size bed ending in front of floor to
ceiling closet
mirrors.
They both liked
the mirrors.
They entertained.
Will's friends and Liam's, art colleagues and
critics. People
simply thought the notes stuck around the house
like, `Do NOT use
the stove' in the kitchen, `Are you alone? Then
you can't use the
pool' stuck up on the back door, and `Don't leave
the house by
yourself' stuck on the inside of the front door, were
merely an
avant-guarde art statement. Seeing as Liam was known for
his avant-guarde
art.
The notes were
effective. Will didn't have a team of guards to make
sure Liam was
alright every moment, and after he'd burnt his hands,
or got lost
outside, or almost choked to death in the pool for what
felt like the
sixty eighth time, when he was meant to be watching TV
or painting, Will
had introduced the reminder notes. They were
everywhere, in
the bathroom –to remind Liam to turn the shower or
bath water off,
laminated all over the pool gates, on every power
point.
Will loved the
pool, but Liam always wanted to be in it. He wanted
to eat every meal
in the bloody thing, and he'd found him out there
one day, with a
canvas, trying to paint while standing waist deep in
the water. It
didn't help any that it was hot all the bloody time.
He'd left him to
his own devices early on, and the first few times
had been fine.
He'd work and Liam would swim. One day though, he'd
left Liam alone
and still thanked god he'd stopped working long
enough to realise
Liam didn't have a towel. He gone out and felt his
heart stop
beating as he saw Liam lay slumped across the wet tiles
outside the pool.
He'd run over, performed rudimentary CPR on him,
crying as he
started coughing out water. He'd rolled him on his
stomach, and
lifted his feet up onto the gate, so his chest was
angled down and
had hit his back as he coughed up the liquid out of
his lungs. He'd
scared Liam by yelling, screaming, demanding to know
what he thought
he was doing.
Apparently, the
stars had thought it would be tremendous if he
breathed in the
pool water. He'd felt sick after taking in a huge
breath and pulled
himself out of the pool before collapsing.
Will still
twitched every time Liam talked about the stars.
They had a dog, a
little Jack Russel, just last year. Liam had loved
it immensely and
named it Will for a week, but things became
confusing so he
changed it's name to Doyle. Will had loved it too,
quietly pitying
and smirking at the poor thing as Liam constantly
followed it
around, cuddling it for hours until it barked to be let
go, washed it
about six times a day, dragged it into the pool with
them and then
stolen and slept on its bed in front of the courtyard
door.
But Doyle had
died. Will hadn't realised Liam had been feeding it
things out of the
fridge, and found the poor thing dead one day,
crumpled on the
dining room floor, a chicken bone cracked and lodged
in it's throat.
He'd looked in to make sure Liam was alright, and he
was, sitting
mesmerised, watching a documentary about bear and
salmon, and had
taken the stiff body outside to bury it in the
backyard.
He'd told Liam
after he had buried the body, and for weeks Liam had
cried and moped
around the house with Doyle's collar in hand,
refusing to
speak.
Will had decided
not to get another pet.
Even now, almost
two years later, he still caught Liam out in the
yard whistling
for the damn thing, holding its leash up and looking
confused. He
didn't deal with death very well.
"Daddy
you've drifted again."
Will sat up and
blinked, shaking the thoughts from his head. Liam
was lying on the
couch fanning himself with a magazine as the heat
of the
trouble believing
that this was his life now. That … he had got
away, with Liam,
and started to actually live the pipe dream. He
pulled himself
away from his usual state of `staring out the window
thinking' and
came to sit on the couch at Liam's feet.
"It's so
hot." Liam whined in a little boy voice, smiling good-
naturedly.
"I know
baby, air con's out, remember?"
"Pool?"
He said hopefully. He ran his finger under the smaller,
smoother collar
Will had given him a few years ago, separating his
skin from the
leather for just an instant. Will still liked the
thicker one, the
Christmas present from years ago, but the thin cat
like collars were
better for the heat. He'd had them specially made,
the same design
in black, blue and red, with `Angel' stamped into
the leather
around the small buckle at the back.
"I wanna go
in the pool."
"Sure pet."
He got up. "You're gonna go green all the time you spend
in that
pool."
"You always
say that." He pulled his shirt off over his head with a
grin. "And I
think I'd like being green." He said, standing tall and
beautiful in just
long baggy swimmers. His short spiked hair was
gelled today,
with Will's hair gel. Will had taken him for a haircut
after he'd
decided to be creative with the scissors and chop his
hair into
ridiculous geometric patterns.
Liam was
healthier now, fed on expensive foods and eating out all
the time,
snacking from the cupboard whenever he wanted to. Will
loved the little
budda belly he'd gained. It was gorgeous. He
reached out and
pulled him into a hug, the hug just a cover for him
to rub his hand
over the little bit of flesh. Everything else was
toned and
muscled. His shoulders had been built up to the point they
were an absolute
sin now. Will had found himself feeling small
compared to him
at times, like he was a young boy. He wasn't bulky,
his muscles were
long, not thick, but he was strong. And very fit.
Swimming around
in a pool every five minutes did that to you.
"Daddy…"
He whined, trying to pull his hand away with a giggle.
Will wrapped his
fingers around the smoothness of the collar and
pulled him
back. "I love it."
"I hate
it." He pouted.
Will pushed him
back on the couch and held him down kissing and
licking around
his navel. Liam could get away, so it felt alright to
hold him down
now. It was just a game. Always games.
"Stop
it!" he laughed, almost kicking Will in the groin as he
flailed around.
"I wanna swim!"
"You get to
swim after I play with your belly." He nibbled at the
trail of hair.
Liam slipped out
from beneath him and ran through the backdoor.
"Liam! Don't
run near the pool!" He yelled as he picked himself up
and ran after
him. He kept forgetting to get those bloody non-slip
tiles put in.
But Liam was
fine, running over the sproingy grass and jumping,
knees pulled up
to his chest to bomb into the water with a huge
splash. Will
slowed to a walk and pulled his shirt off as Liam
resurfaced, hair
wet against his head, huge grin on his face. He
looked up at him,
shirtless. He made a small meowing sound and
sneezed. Will
crouched down and petted him for a moment before he
giggled and swam
back.
"Come
in." He purred, eyes full of entendre.
"Nah, I'll
stay here." He said heading for his usual long deckchair
in the shade. As
he headed over to it something wet slapped into the
back of his head,
the water trickling down his back chillily, as
Liam giggled from
the pool. He looked down at the floor behind him
to see a pair of
wet shorts. He smirked at Liam who was swaying in
the water, still
giggling.
"Wanna play
with me Daddy?" He breathed, eyes jumping around.
Will sat on the
chair with a smile. "Maybe later…" he teased,
comfortable in
the fact that he'd be sliding into Liam within the
next half-hour.
Liam pouted.
"I wanna play in the pool." He drifted over to Will,
hands holding the
side. He looked gorgeous, faux sad pout, wet
eyelashes and
hair black with water lying down over the top of his
forehead in
spikes.
"Hmmm, maybe
later." He said, feigning disinterest.
He bobbed.
"Now?"
"Later."
He smiled and pulled his sunglasses off the table next to
him, putting them
on, so he could watch him as he lay back looking
unaffected.
Liam pouted at
the water and swam around for a while, looking like a
water nymph as he
flipped and dived under. He got bored soon enough
and climbed out
to sit on the side, bareassed apart from the ever
present collar,
twisting around to check to see if Will was
watching.
"Daddy?"
Will tried to
pretend he was sleeping.
"Daddy? Are
you awake?"
He got up and
Will felt his cock wake up, watching Liam's bob around
as he walked over
to him, flesh half hard in front of the trimmed
hair around the
base and balls.
"Daddy?"
he whispered, leaning over him, trying to see through the
dark glasses. He
lent one knee between Will's, resting it on the
deck chair and
crouched down so their noses were a hair width away
from each other,
his body and hair dripping onto Will's.
"I love
you." Will said suddenly, arms already up to catch Liam as
he fell back in
shock. He pulled him back down on top of him,
laughing at the
uber-pout on his face that came from being tricked.
"That was
mean. I thought you were asleep."
Will just laughed
as Liam tried to pull himself away, mock upset. He
held his dripping
body closer, placating him by running a hand down
to cup and
squeeze at his backside as he half knelt, half lay on him
awkwardly. Liam
snuggled closer to him, crushing his chest with an
elbow. Will
wheezed while he laughed and tried to get Liam to sit
up.
He could feel the
sticky flesh of Liam's cock on his stomach. He
reached down to
tug at it, pulling the foreskin over the head,
running his thumb
over the wriggly under vein. He reached further to
cup the soft wet
balls in his hand. Liam started jiggling, trying to
dry hump his cock
against Will's forearm. Will took his hand away
and rubbed it
across his barely there belly. Liam stood up in a huff
as Will collapsed
into laughter again.
"Daddy."
He stated, a little irritated as he wandered back into the
pool.
Will laughed, his
cock hardening as he watched the water slowly
swallow Liam up,
groaning as it stole his hard cock from view, the
side of his
buttocks, before he dived disappearing completely. Will
stood and pulled
his shorts off, standing naked as he watched the
shimmering body
against the base of the pool, gliding smoothly
through, twirling
underneath like a fish, offering his naked flesh
up to Will. He
came closer to the surface and popped through
swimming over to
him with a naughty look in his eyes. Will leant
down for a kiss
and fell back on his butt as Liam spat a stream of
pool water into
his face.
He wiped the wet
from his mouth with the back off his hand and dived
in after the
grinning sprite, hands sliding off the slippery body as
he tried to grab
him under the water. He came up for a breath and
saw Liam at the
other side of the pool, grinning as he rose and fell
with the water.
"You have to
catch me." Liam teased.
Will groaned. He
hated this game which is probably why Liam liked it
so much. Liam was
about double the swimmer Will was and always
easily made it
away. The longest game had gone for almost two hours,
Liam letting Will
get close enough to stoke and feel his naked body,
enough to keep
him hard and wanting before slipping away again with
an easy glide and
a smile.
Will swam over to
him, swimming along the centre of the pool to cut
off any escape
routes, but Liam easily dived underneath him, felt
the movement of
the water as Liam cut through it. He had to rise for
air, and looked
over and Liam was at the opposite side of the pool
again.
He frowned. If he
went low, Liam went high, If he swam through the
middle, Liam swam
beside him, if he went for one of the sides…
Bloody hate
myself for getting a place with a big pool. Just
should've ripped
it out, gotten a shagging lap pool.
"Angel cat,
come here." He tried, speaking in a sultry voice.
"No, have to
catch your kitty, oooh, bad kitty. Got out into the
yard."
Will jumped up
and suddenly dived, bobbing up from the water to see
where Liam was.
He heard a splash to his right and turned to just
swipe his hands
across Liam's foot as he swam past.
He rose up.
"Baby!" He said, snorting the water out of his
nostrils, "I
don't like this game. Its frustrating."
"That's
cause you lose." He smiled, poking his tongue out. He raised
himself out of
the water, sitting on the side, and spread his legs.
He was getting
harder. He started playing with his cock, one hand
back on the wet
tiles to support himself. He feet drifted lazily
through the
water.
"But if you
win," He said softly, eyes on Will's "Look at what you
get..." He
ran his fingers up his cock and stuck them in his mouth,
losing himself in
the taste, in the show.
Will wanted to
bash his head against the poolside. His cock was
getting harder,
which made swimming even harder. Liam always seemed
to have at least
a semi and somehow learned to swim with it.
"Angel-cat,
if you come here, I'll play with you in the pool
everyday all
week." He bargained, desperately.
Liam thought
about this, idly flicking his long tan fingers at his
cock head.
"How long each day?"
"Uhhh, half
an hour."
"Six
hours."
Will coughed.
"Six hours in the bloody pool?"
"Six."
"Two."
"Five and a
half."
He was so horny
he would agree to anything within reason. "Three."
"Seven."
"Pet!"
He should really be rolling his eyes at himself. Liam didn't
understand
haggling.
"Six."
"Three and a
half."
"Eight."
"Alright
six. But I don't have to be in the pool all six hours."
"Twenty
six."
Will just looked
at him, blankly. He was horny. He wanted to slide
into Liam's tight
wet channel, he didn't want to figure this out. He
also wanted to
get out of the pool. He swam to the steps.
"Where are
you going?" Liam asked, worried and whining.
"Bedroom
pet, I don't want to stay in the pool."
Liam stood up,
pouting, and slowly tottered after him. "Can we come
back out after we
play?" He asked, smiling.
"Yeah, why
not?"
Liam wrapped his
arms around Will, legs around his leg, hard cock
pressed against
his hip, and left him to manoeuvre them both inside
in that position.
He pried them apart once they reached the stairs
and led Liam to
the bedroom. The bedroom was large, overly large,
the bed on a
raised platform, the floor wooden like the rest of the
house, for
coolness, the bed soft with light covers and the door
open to the large
white bathroom, the screen door to the balcony in
use to let the
air in. He opened the main door to let Liam wander
inside and
latched himself to him, stomach to Liam's back, kissing
the nape of his
neck, running his hands around Liam's body to pluck
at his nipples,
tickle his sides, touch his lips. He finger combed
Liam's wet hair
back and kissed him, pulling a large soft cushion
off the small
couch in the corner of the room. The couch was there
just for
somewhere to put this cushion. It was soft, and large
enough for Liam
to get both his knees and hands on it, but not soft
enough to let the
hard feel off the wood through to make it
uncomfortable for
his kitty when they were playing on the floor.
He settled the
cushion on the floor in front of the mirror as Liam
purred. He knew
what was happening. He let Will lead him to the
cushion and help
him kneel down on it. He meowed at himself in the
mirror.
Will pulled some
oil and lube from the bedside table. He covered his
hands with the
oil and started massaging Liam. Liam was relaxed so
he didn't need it
but he loved getting massaged and Will loved the
feel of him
beneath his fingers. Liam purred at his reflection,
watching himself
intently. Will crawled round to the back of Liam
and reached
between his thighs to cover his hard cock with oily
fingers, while
sliding another into his hole. Liam wriggled. Will
gave him a lick
up his cheek, tasting the pool water, and pushed
another finger inside
him. The slippery ring was trying to close
around his finger
and keep them inside, he could see the muscle
working, feel it
around his fingers. He pushed another in and
twisted them,
hearing Liam hiss. He worked the cock slowly. He could
smell Liam was
aroused, tingling on his tongue, in the back of his
nostrils, the
sharp tang of Liam in heat. He looked up to see Liam
still watching
his own face in the mirror with interest, saw his
eyes widen and
eyelashes blink rapidly. Will slid another finger in
and watched
Liam's mouth open silently with the stretch, his
eyebrows draw
together a little. Will bloody loved that look. He saw
it behind his
eyelids when he closed them and it never failed to
make him hard.
He wriggled his
thumb in as well and heard Liam squeak. He wasn't
going to fist
him, wasn't going to push his knuckles in, but he
loved looking at
Liam's body stretched around his fingers. It was
beautiful. His
cock was getting impatient at the lascivious view. He
looked around to
see that Liam's head was hanging down, overcome by
the feeling. He
twisted his hand around the tight foreskin and
Liam's head
jerked up, face almost in pain. He pulled his other hand
out and knelt
behind him.
"Watch me
Pet, look in my eyes." Will breathed, pulling the head up
by pulling the
back of his collar towards him.
Liam swallowed
and lifted his eyes to look at Will's in the mirror.
He prodded the
hole with his cock and then jabbed the head inside
quickly, watching
the penetration show on his lover's face. They
both groaned.
Liam closed his eyes.
"Baby, I
want you to look at me the whole time." Liam's eyes
obediently
flicked to his, immediately, and Will gripped his hips
harshly at the
show of submission. "Good kitty." He breathed.
Liam smiled
before his face tensed, eyes pleading for more, mouth
open as Will slid
his full length inside the welcoming body. Liam
groaned and his
asshole twitched at the invasion.
"Baby…"
Will groaned, breaking the eye contact as he slumped over
the body around
him. His hands trailed up to pinch Liam's nipples as
he tried not to
shoot. Liam was purring and yelping with the
feelings, jerking
like he was connected to a live wire.
"Daddy."
He pleaded. "Daddy, fuck me now. So hard, move, Daddy"
Will let his hand
find its way to Liam's cock and started stroking.
His hips started
moving a moment later, as Liam arched his back,
innately opening
his hole up more for the cock inside him. Will
picked up the
strength of his thrusts, one hand back on Liam's hip
to steady
himself. He lifted his head and Liam was watching himself
being fucked in
the mirror, groaning and rolling his head around.
When Will watched
Liam watching himself, he always wanted to come.
This time was no
different, tremors of lust so strong they almost
blacked out the
blood to his brain, swept through him as he watched
Liam. Liam was
perfect. So bloody perfect.
He slammed into
him, Liam's knees lifting from the ground on some
off the thrusts,
grunting and whimpering, eyes closed now,
completely
enthralled by the fucking his body was receiving.
Will pulled out,
and yanked Liam up, lying him on his back on the
cushion, body
parallel to the mirror so he could watch himself as
well. He lifted
Liam's legs up over his shoulders; knee walked
himself closer
and slammed back through the relaxed muscle. He saw
Liam wriggling
beneath him, and beside him in the reflected angle.
Liam's hands
dropped to his lap and one started tugging at his hard
cock, the
foreskin pulled back to expose the head, red and leaking.
He grinned, and
twisted his head as he slammed into the slick
channel, so he
could kiss the sole of Liam's foot. Liam whined and
started pulling
harder.
He'd only found
out about Liam's foot fetish by accident. He'd woken
up one morning
with an itchy foot, to find the blanket flipped up
and Liam crouched
down face intense, tracing patterns on Will's feet
and in between
his toes with one hand, the other fisting a dripping
erection. He'd
seen Liam watching his feet before, mainly when they
were outside, but
had thought it was part of Liam's endearing
fogginess. He
still giggled every time Liam got excited over it.
Feet didn't do
anything for him, so the twenty minutes of foreplay
they sometimes
went through that existed solely of Liam playing with
his feet wasn't
done for his own benefit.
He guessed Liam
was a little embarrassed by his kink, on some level,
because he'd
never mentioned it.
He watched
himself, his lips sucking at the arch of Liam's foot and
he giggled at the
thrashing body, fucking itself on his cock. He
looked up and
Liam had one hand fisted in his hair and one around
his collar. He
grabbed his stiff prick and gave a few simple basic
pulls and twists,
mouth still around the side of Liam's foot. The
sight of Liam
arching up, led by his prick as he shot over himself
made Will's cock
scream for satisfaction.
Liam lay back,
spent, and tried to sleep while Will's cock pounded
away inside him.
He always did that, closed his eyes, tired, and
though it should
put him off- the lax body beneath his, the fact his
ministrations had
pushed Liam into the blissful loose state just
made him harder.
He came, watching
Liam's mouth form a small `o' as he felt Will's
come fill his
channel, a smile, his sleepy eyes opened to watch
Will, always
watching him, as he started breathing again, back from
the spine
tingling void of his orgasm.
"Meow."
Liam purred softly.
Will lay down on
top of him and watched them both in the mirror,
brown and white,
his body being shifted by Liam's breathing. Liam's
hands were limply
around his waist. He kissed the neck, running his
tongue under the
smooth collar.
Liam's head was
hanging slack off the pillow and on the ground. That
couldn't be
comfortable. Will lazily pulled himself up.
"Come on
baby, that's not good for your neck." He held his hand out
and Liam took it
limply. He hauled him up. "On the bed."
Liam cooed
quietly as Will manoeuvred him up the stair and onto the
cool white
sheets. He kissed him, grabbed a tissue from the bedside
table and wiped
the come off his belly for him. Liam just closed his
eyes, humming an
almost tune.
"Beautiful,
baby. I look at you sometimes, and I just can't believe
how beautiful you
are." Will breathed, kneeling over him, finally
feeling the
sticky heat surround him. He was sweating from the
workout.
Liam smiled, and
opened his eyes a little, to reveal a sliver of
chocolate.
"Stay here. With me."
Will never got as
tired as Liam did, and usually left him to sleep
or rest it off
while he cooked or worked or watched TV. But on
Liam's request,
he immediately pulled himself up next to the hot
sticky body and
wrapped himself around it, hearing a coo in his ear,
feeling a random
kiss pressed against him, half on his nose half on
his cheek.
"Love you
Daddy."
**~~**
He had to do one
more piece for the show and he was stuck. He sat in
his huge blue and
yellow art studio and looked around. It had been a
rumpus room
originally but Will had transformed it into an art room,
Angel's art room,
with shelves of paints and inks- all his. He used
the easel Doyle
had made him. Most of his work was now at the
gallery, ready
for his show tonight. It was weird and funny and
colourful to have
shows again. People wandering around mewling and
smiling and happy
at his paintings.
Taking them home
and hanging them on a wall.
He'd made sure
Will had invited Tuti and Atin and all the other
wives from the
neighbourhood, that had been so nice to him when he
and Will had
first arrived. They were coming in on a bus tomorrow,
an outing, just
in time for the show. Angel loved the neighbour-
wives. He thought
they were beautiful, with their small brown hands
and slanted eyes.
Atin had just
started teaching him Balinese dance when they had
moved. Atin was
so graceful when she danced, small and light,
smoothly lifting
her leg up behind her back and posing, her fingers
and long nails
stretched as far apart as they could. He wished he
saw her more,
Atin was his favourite, she was their left side
neighbour, and
she was the first to invite him on the wives outings.
Will had been so
nervous, like a mother bird when he had left with
the group the
first time, and so happy when he'd come back. It had
been hard for
Will in that time, now that he looked back on it. They
never saw each
other when they first got to Yogya, Will was always
up at the
restaurant.
He was happier
now. They both worked at home, and each knew not to
disturb the other
unless it was really important. Or if they wanted
to play. Or if
there was something he wanted to ask Will. Or if he
had to see his
mane.
He decided he
would paint Atin dancing. In a pose. In gold and
stars. There was
already a painting of her, but it was just her hand
in the dance pose
in front of her face, Rodeo Drive in the
background behind
her.
He didn't sell
any paintings of Will. They stayed with them, no one
else was allowed
to look at Will everyday. His hair was still white
and the stars
were adamant he kept that a secret. He got to run his
fingers through
it every night, and was worried that another kitty
might take Will's
attention, like Jean, the man from Will's work,
with Will-pale
skin and his black hair and hazel eyes. Black cat.
Jean made jokes
that Will laughed at with his deep belly chuckle,
but Angel
couldn't follow them and he didn't like him. Angel was
glad Will worked
from home now, because he wouldn't see Jean and his
elegant hands and
shiny nails everyday.
He got up to find
Will. He felt nervous. Will was in the study, he
could hear the
keyboard click clacking away mutely, through the
doorway. He
paused at the frame, and saw Will faced away, shoulders
hunched, arms and
hands moving over the keyboard. Behind him,
through the
window was the backyard beside the pool, the levels of
the garden up the
back against the fence, lined with rocks. They had
a fountain, which
was nice, the birds would come. They were so
bright, so
colourful, like from his dreams, oranges and yellows, and
blues and greens.
He wanted one as a pet but Will was hesitant. He
thought it was
probably because Doyle would feel left out.
He walked quietly
up behind him. "Daddy?" he said softly, reaching
out with his
hands to curl them around Will's shoulders. Will's
hands came up, as
they always did, and squeezed his fingers.
Will turned his
head and tilted back so he could look straight up at
him. "What's
up Pet, you hungry?"
"No."
He wanted to sit on Will's lap.
Will let him do
that sometimes. He purred.
"Anything
wrong sweets?" Will asked, his fingers rubbing Angel's own.
He smiled down at
him. A lion. Protector. Why did he come in here
again?
"I
forget."
"That's
alright. You want a drink?"
Angel shook his
head. Will leant forward, clicked two keys and then
spun his chair
around so he was facing him. Angel immediately tried
to sit on his
lap.
"Wait, baby,
here." He grabbed Angel's waist and pulled him over to
the couch, lazing
on it as he tugged Angel down on top of him. Angel
wriggled down a
bit so his head was resting on Will's chest, his
legs bent up, his
arms around Will as he watched the garden. Will's
hand played with
his hair. A knot in his stomach. Unhappy.
Why was he so…
"nervous?"
"What are
you nervous about Baby? Your show tomorrow?"
Yes. That was
what he was nervous about. Will always knew. This made
him hug him
closer. He didn't know how he could live without Will to
help him, to hold
his hand, and smile at him happily with his blue
eyes when he
stumbled behind everyone.
"…love it,
don't worry."
Oops. He'd
forgotten to listen. "Daddy?"
"I said,
don't worry about it, the people always love your work,
it's always sold.
People want little bits of you. People know how
good you are.
You're so talented pet."
Angel pouted into
Will's shirt. "That one man didn't like it." He
was referring to
the critic. The mean one. Who had said buying
Angel's work was
like selling off the ideals behind art.
"That critic
was a bloody close-minded effin' crackpot" Will barked,
his anger
soothing Angel, "who needs a bloody slap in the face to
make him wake up
into this century. `Decadence of post modernism'?
You can't even do
that."
Angel nodded. He
liked his art. He nodded again. Fingers trailed
along the back of
his neck.
"How many
pieces are you off your goal?"
He frowned.
"How many…" He repeated trying to make it make sense.
"How many
paintings left?"
"One."
"What's that
going to be of?"
"Atin.
Dancing. In gold."
"Nice."
"Yes. Will
be."
He could pictured
it now, her small frame bent, feet precariously
balanced, her
arms stretched either side like wings, long curled
nails on her
hands, face blank and unreachable gold around her eyes,
stretching them
out, making them more like a cat's.
"Sounds
pretty."
"Yes."
He didn't realise he had said that out loud. He kissed Will's
chest through his
shirt. It was a bit too humid to play right now,
maybe later in
the evening. He sat up, kneeling on the edge of the
couch. Will sat
up looking at him.
"Ready for
tomorrow? Apart from the painting of Atin?"
"Yes. Atin
will be there?"
"Yes
pet."
He pursed his
lips. He felt bad when Atin was there because he
talked to her in
Indonesian, and Will didn't follow it that
well.
"Manning will be there?" Manning was a recluse artist that had
moved to
Indonesia from England. He loved Angel's work and Will
normally talked
to him at the gatherings. It would be good if he was
there so Will
wouldn't be alone right away.
"No,"
Will smiled. "You worried about me being alone?"
He purred.
"I know you'd make friends."
"Pet, you
always try and take care of me." He rumbled leaning up for
a quick kiss
before falling back down, eyes grateful and happy.
Angel felt warm
under the gaze.
"But don't
worry Jean's coming straight from the office."
He felt his smile
slip off his face and his eyes fell to around
Will's
collarbone. Jean kitty.
"Baby, I'm
sorry, I thought you liked Jean." Will sat up and rubbed
his arms. He
pouted. "Why don't you want him there?"
"I don't
mind." He said looking into Will's eyes. The stars were
wary. They were
wondering if he had images of a Jean kitty flashing
behind them.
"Is it just
because hes never been to one of your shows sweets?"
Angel nodded.
"You're just
worried because of what that critic said. Don't worry
pet."
He nodded again,
giving Will a little smile.
"Love you
baby." Will breathed, beguiled. Angel loved that look, and
he threw his head
back and purred falling onto Will, feeling strong
hands wrap around
him in the heat. "It will probably take you a
while to do your
painting. I'll come in and watch in another couple
of hours,
kay?"
He moaned,
running his hands over his body as the buzz ran through
him. He loved it
when Will watched him, it made his body flush, his
cock wake and
dribble to think of Will silent and captivated,
watching his
every move. It had only started being such a turn on
when they had
reached this house though. He wondered if it had a
spell on it.
"Sex
spell."
Will's gaze ran
up and down his body, as he licked his
lips.
"Definitely." He said roughly, leaning forward and pushing
Angel up into a
sitting position. He bowed down and started kissing
his belly through
the shirt.
Will loved his
belly. He hated his belly. He loved that Will loved
it, but it was
fun to pretend he hated it. He blinked hard at the
thought.
"Daddy!" He said snippily.
Will mocked his
pouting and pulled him back down, pulling his shirt
up and rubbing
his hands over the fleshy meat. Angel struggled to
get away. He
liked it when Will did it even though he pretended he
didn't want to.
He tried to play the game in bed, but Will didn't
know the rules so
when he said no, Will's hands dropped with a smile
and he had to
kiss him all over to show he really was interested in
playing that
night.
"Grrr Daddy,
I'm leaving." He pouted, continuing the game.
"Okay
pet." Will smiled, hauling him up. He patted his butt as he
walked away and
Angel smiled. "I'll be in soon yeah?"
His painting of
Atin.
"Yes,
Daddy."
He wandered back
through the hot white corridors to the art room. He
sat at his easel
and sketched a few preliminary lines, making sure
everything would
be balanced. The paintbrush was part of him, and it
coloured the
canvas quickly, no time, only paint and more paint and
the beauty and
the colours and songs starting to show up. Atin's
hands with long
gold nails. Swathes of gold wrapped around her,
shiny slides,
heavy folded drapes, almost see through windows to the
brown skin
beneath. Eyes lined with liquid gold, dots of it around
her eyebrows. Her
lips are red.
He rubbed his
forehead with the back of his hand and cracked out the
soreness in his
limbs. He looked around the room and realised it was
dark.
He blinked. It
was cooler now, the heat of the day sucked out by the
night.
"Gorgeous
Pet." He whipped around to see Will sitting on a supply
cupboard near the
door, smoking. "I can almost see her move." He
stubbed his
cigarette out and flicked it into the bin.
"How long
have you been there?" He asked. He didn't even know. He
had a slight burr
of pain needling through his forehead.
Will looked at
his watch. "About two hours."
Angel smiled. He
kissed the air at him and Will walked over,
standing behind
him, looking at the painting, running his fingers
through Angel's
hair as he sat gazing at Atin.
"Beautiful."
Will hands rubbing his arms. "How much more needs to be
done?"
"None."
"Ah
good." He leant down and kissed Angel's temple. "Wonderful, Pet."
Angel stood up,
feeling a slight sway, his mouth was dry like there
was sand in it,
his head dizzy. "I need some water." He said.
How long had he
been there?
"I gave you
a bottle earlier, but you didn't seem interested." Will
said, smiling at
him.
Angel looked to
the table beside his seat. A bottle. He picked it
up, clicked the
lid off and swallowed the entire contents, feeling
the liquid sooth
his headache almost instantly. He felt sticky from
sitting in the
hot for so long, felt the old sweat in the creases of
his arms, behind
his knees, over his lip. He shook himself.
"I need a
shower."
"Okay, I
just had one, so you do that while I get some dinner."
Angel nodded and
slipped out of the room after giving Will a quick
kiss on his
bottom lip. He slipped upstairs to the bedroom and
turned the cold
water on. It was a game, to see how long he could
stand the ice
cold water before he turned some heat on to take away
the bite. He took
his collar off so he could wash underneath,
remembering when
he hadn't and his skin had gone all white and
peeled and Will
had tried to take his collar away all together. Will
worried about too
much.
He stepped under
the freezing water and immediately bent his neck
like a turtle,
bringing his shoulders up, arms cross up over his
chest, face
squinched up as he laughed. Ice water. He counted, then
lost track and
put some hot water on. He grabbed the soap and
lathered himself
up, smelling the pool on himself from that morning.
He smiled. Will
had been in the pool that morning as well, had
bought him some
of those foam pool noodles. His and Will's pool. He
washed his hair
with the sweet honey smelling shampoo that Will
wouldn't use and
then slipped out of the shower, carefully, Will's
voice echoed in
his head `careful pet, always careful on wet tiles'
and wrapped
himself in a huge fluffy towel that went down to his
calves. He
grinned at himself in the mirror and went to the bedroom,
seeing the white
sheets on the bed, purring inside his head at the
thoughts of all
the times they'd played in the bed. So many times.
Angel couldn't
even remember them all. He had a tally somewhere,
probably in the
art room.
He dropped the
towel and went to the mirrored cupboards to look for
some clothes but
got distracted by his reflection. He smiled. He
looked happy. His
hair was black and flat and shiny from the shower.
He didn't feel
scared, couldn't remember the last time he looked
scared. No
collar. He frowned. Red one tonight.
He opened the
cupboard and pulled out the gold box he kept his
collars in. He
slipped the red one around his neck and buckled it
up, just like a
real cat collar. He put the box back, closed the
door and smiled
once again at his reflection. He purred. He was a
cat. He could see
his pointy ears, whiskers, had a tail, his fur was
tan and Will
petted him everyday. He was in heaven. Maybe he had
died, but he felt
that the safe part inside his head, where he
hibernated, had
actually become this room, and he could curl up on
the end of the
bed and nothing could get him. The room in his head
had no doors, but
this one did. A white lion protected them, prowled
past them and
kept the things out. He went to the white bed, and
curled up on the
end of it watching himself in the mirror. Purr for
Will. Come and
pet him. He smiled at himself and the door opened.
"Enjoying
the view pet?" Will asked, one dark eyebrow raised. His
hair wasn't
slicked back, but had dried messy from the pool earlier.
He purred. Will
slunk over to him, moving like water in black, eyes
on him the entire
time. He stood and patted down his curled body and
it was everything
to Angel. He meowed and flipped up onto his knees
to get more pets.
Will sat down beside him, running his hand down
his fur, from
head to tail.
"Noodles for
dinner sound fine? With chicken?"
"I want milk
and fish."
"Tasty
combination." He patted his fingertip down Angel's nose,
stroke after tiny
stroke and then went back to patting through his
hair.
"I want cat
nip."
"Cats don't
eat cat nip, sweets."
"I
want," what did he want. "want, I want," he looked at Will's lap
and licked his
lips. He wanted the salt bitter green grass tang on
his tongue.
That's what he wanted.
"I want you
to come in my mouth." He murmured, wanting to kneel down
at his feet and
watch his face as he fucked himself between his
lips. He
shivered, hoping that would happen tonight.
Will laughed,
deep belly laughs.
"Baby, you
can't live off spunk." He leant down and kissed his
forehead.
"I want
chicken, and the green…" what was that leafy green called?
"Much better
try, sweets. What about chicken and noodles?"
Mmmmm. Yum.
"I love chicken and noodles." The stars sang louder in
agreement.
"Thought
so."
Will stood up and
Angel rolled out of the bed and stretched. He
wasn't hungry,
not right now. He wanted to do other things. Will
walked to the
doorway and turned around, waiting for Angel to follow
him. Angel shook
his head, smirking as he saw Will's blue eyes trace
along his naked body.
He felt like a snake, slithering, he moved,
rolling his body
on the spot, mesmerising Will like he was a cobra.
"Not hungry
pet?" Will said, the roughness in his voice signalling
his mood. He
wanted to be inside. Angel let his head roll back and
he purred,
cupping his rising cock.
He turned his
back on Will and still rolled, swayed his body,
letting Will see
him from every angle, making Will want to touch
him, want to lick
him, want to show how much he owned him. He
started fisting
his cock at the thought. He heard Will come up
behind him, felt
his jeans scratchy against the wet smoothness of
his backside.
Will started to
kiss his neck, wet kisses, saliva and tongue around
his hairline.
Hands around his waist and chest, holding him close
against his hard
body, against the texture of his clothes. He wanted
to play. He
wanted Will to make him do things, show how powerful he
was, reminded of
how much he belonged to a lion. "Nooo, Daddy…" He
moaned, trying to
start the yes no game.
Will pulled away,
breaking all contact simultaneously with a hurt
look, but Angel
turned, grabbed his hand and tugged him
back.
"Yessss…." He hissed, leaning forward and poking his tongue
out to taste the
skin below Will's lips.
Will watched him
for a second before pulling him close, roughly
pushing his head
back with the force of his kisses. Angel batted him
away weakly,
"no…"
Will let him go
and raised an eyebrow, worried and confused.
Angel was
starting to enjoy this version of the game anyway. He
leapt back onto
him, wanting to start the next round, but Will held
him still by his
arms.
"Angel cat,
if you want to play, you say yes, if you don't want to,
say no."
Angel smiled.
"Don't say
no, when you mean yes, cause I get confused." He watched
him as he talked,
making sure he was paying attention.
"It's a game
Daddy, the yes/no game."
"That's a
bad game."
"No it's a
fun game," He purred, feeling like his body was pumping
liquid sex
instead of blood. "Cause I pretend I'm saying no, but
you're such a
lion that I eventually say yes anyway, cause I can't
help it. And you
make me mewl and twist and beg."
Will snorted.
"I know that game, but I can't play it with you,
alright?"
"Why
not?"
"Because,
one day, you might say no and mean no, but I'll think
you're playing
the yes/no game and I'll force you to do things you
don't want."
"Never, you
wouldn't hurt me."
Will smiled,
cocking his head, watching him, his eyes full of
adoration. Angel
lapped it up. "I'd never hurt you on purpose baby.
But it's a
dangerous game. And you know how careful I am even giving
you sharp
cutlery, and that only goes in your hands."
Angel frowned.
Why was he talking about forks? Will shook his head.
"Don't worry
baby, just none of that game. Alright?"
"No."
He grinned.
"Baby…"
Will sighed.
"Yes."
"Angel, I'm
seri –"
"No but
really yes." He purred, angling his hips forward to rub his
hard cock against
Will's. Will would never hurt him. He just wanted
him to pretend he
could, and then be gentle and loving like usual.
Will smiled and
gently unstuck himself. "I'm gonna go get dinner
served."
"No!"
Angel protested.
"No but
really yes?" Will asked.
No?
"No, really
no." Angel clarified.
"So that's
yes really yes, you do want me to go?" Will asked, a
smirk on his
face.
Angel was
confused. "Nono."
"Pet. Can
you see how it can get confusing?"
"Nes."
"What?"
"Nes, means
no, but really yes."
Will blinked.
Angel trailed his fingers up Will's arm. He was hot.
His skin was
burning hot. Angel wanted to lick it.
"Nes."
Will repeated.
"Nes means
no but yes."
Will frowned.
"You really want to play this don't you?"
He nodded,
feeling the liquid sex running through him again.
His face creased
into more of a frown. "Alright, but if I want to
stop, we
stop."
Angel nodded
happily, raising up onto his toes and lowering himself
over and over.
Will leant forward and caught him in a kiss. Angel
moaned as Will
pushed him back against the wall, almost roughly,
pinning his body,
his mouth locked on Angel's own scraping and
violent and
beautiful. He pushed at his chest to get him away and
smiled around the
invading tongue as Will's hands grabbed his wrists
and trapped them
behind his back.
"You want to
fuck don't you?" Will asked, grinding his hip against
Angel's hard
cock, making his belly squiggle in anticipation.
"Nes."
He moaned, shaking his head.
"I know what
you want."
"Nes!
Nes!" He fought back, pushing against Will as he tackled him
against the bed
cover. Will sat on his legs and held his wrists over
his head.
"Let me go Daddy…"
"Never
letting you go. You're mine." He rose up and kissed the
restrained
wrists, tongue hot and mouthing against him.
He leant down and
whispered hot wet air into his ear. "You'll want
it once we
start…" He promised and Angel nodded before realising it
was a bit too
early in the game to be nodding. He shook his head
instead and
watched Will running his hands over his body like he
owned it. He
groaned and bit his lip shyly at the wet precome that
darkened his
pants.
"You stay
here." Will growled, getting up and pulling his shirt off.
Angel decided
another layer of the game should be initiated and flew
off the bed and
out the door, hearing Will close behind him. Arms,
loving arms, arms
around his waist, wrong for the game, hugging him
close, and
dragging him back to the bedroom. Will tossed him onto
the bed again and
he giggled.
"Oh so you
think that was funny?"
"Nes."
"Well just
to make sure you don't get away again…"
Angel refrained
from clapping his hands as Will pulled out the long
straps of soft
leather they kept for special games they didn't play
often enough.
"Nezzz!"
He screamed, ending it in a giggle.
He put his arms
up against the bed head for Will to tie his wrists
and Will smiled.
He tied them tight enough so Angel couldn't move
but loose enough
that he could pull his arms out if he wanted to. He
wanted Will to
tie him tightly so he could never get away, to show
that he trusted
him, and loved him enough to let him do anything to
his body, but he
never did. Even when Angel pouted and pleaded.
Will was undoing
the buttons of his shirt, slowly, revealing inch by
inch of his skin.
Will was so white compared to the brown of his own
skin. Stayed out
of the sun, cause he said he just burnt. But that
was silly of
course, the sun could never hurt him. He was Will.
Will parted the
shirt and ran his thumb lightly down Angel's chest,
feeling every
breath under the skin, his heartbeat, his blood. The
sliding touch
travelled to his pants and undid them. A mouth on his
crotch, over the
pants, sucking and licking at the wetness and Angel
was trying to
pretend he didn't want it, even though his cock was
hard and angry
that it was separated from Will's mouth by his pants.
He pushed his
hips up, trying to get more pressure from the mouth
but it wasn't
working. He whined.
Will stripped
Angel's pants off, and the air was cool against the
sticky heat of
his cock. He wanted it surrounded by Will's mouth,
the soft tongue
licking and slurping at him. He raised his hips, but
Will pushed him
down. He shivered, smelling the salt in the air.
Will stood and he
watched him slowly slip his jeans off, blue eyes
watching him the
entire time. His cock bounced free as soon as it
could, swollen
and dripping to match Angel's own. Angel purred. That
cock wanted to be
inside him. Pushing into him. Making his body
stretch to
accommodate it.
He wanted to
come. Will cocked his head and slid his hand down to
the freshly freed
cock to grasp it. He put one hand on the bed and
leant down to
whisper into his face. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm
gonna hold you
down and keep you still and Im going to fuck
you `till you
whine, `cause that's what you want."
Angel couldn't
keep his eyes open at the lust tremors that were
running up his
spine, firing at the nape of his neck and making the
hairs stand on
end.
"I'll show
you who you belong to." He said, a smirk that made
Angel's body
slack and ready, prowling closer to him. "How do you
feel?" Will
murmured, sliding down onto the bed, reaching out to run
his palm over
Angel's sac.
"Stars…"
As the delicate flesh circled and the feelings made his
thighs twitch.
"Truthfully.
What do you feel right now?"
"Open."
He closed his eyes, listened to the stars murmuring
excitedly at the
back of his head. "Vulnerable."
"You like
that. I'm in control, aren't I?"
He nodded, eyes
still closed.
"I'm your Daddy."
He heard Will's voice, over his face, felt the
heat of the words
on his lips. "And you're my kitty. I could do
anything I wanted
to you right now, and you couldn't do a thing,
because I own
this body."
Angel shivered
and closed his eyes more tightly as he felt the hand
palm over his
ribs.
"Such a
pretty kitty, too."
Will placed his
hands on Angel's hips to keep him from dry humping
the air. He
couldn't help it. The words were telling his body to
fuck. A kiss,
rough, teeth clashing and clicking, a bite on his lip
that swelled
blood to it but didn't leak. This game. It was like
playing with
fire.
"I love
fire." He murmured.
"Spread out
on the bed for me." He spread his legs eagerly. Angel
felt giddy, like
his brain had flipped over when he felt something
smooth against
his eyes, something silky being tied around him so he
couldn't see.
"Daddy…"
"Have a
problem, kitty?" Will's voice said, and his hands came back
down to trail
over his skin, that was now super sensitised that he
wasn't allowed to
see it. He could feel every hair as Will's fingers
made them bend,
every cell heated by the passage of his fingers.
Will made his
flesh jump and tickle, he knew exactly how to play his
body for the
highest brightest sensations.
And he should. He
owned it.
He felt a tongue
on his calf, licking down.
"Daddy…"
He panted. He loved it when Will played with his feet. His
eyes opened under
the blindfold in apprehension. He wanted to see
it.
"Please…."
Wet slippery
tongue around his ankle. "Daddy…!" he said, almost
warningly.
He could feel the
tingle of Will's fingers brushing against the sole
of his foot,
running up through his toes. A finger, a wet finger,
prodded his hole,
pushing inside quickly, a burn as the second wet
finger slid in
too quickly, and a third.
"Nes…"
"I'm going
to take you. You're here for me, what I want." He licked
up his foot, and
then his toes were covered with tickly wet hot.
Angel felt like
he couldn't breathe properly. He was so excited.
Will was acting like
he did with others, lion, roaring, showing who
led and who
followed and submitted. He felt a bite on his nipple and
his legs were
being spread. Wet cock, hard cock, hard for him,
pushed against
him in a dull throb until his body gave way and
allowed the head
inside.
"Oh,
baby…" he heard Will say, like he was in pain.
He slammed the
rest of his cock in and Angel howled. He was going to
come. He needed
to right now and they hadn't even started fucking
yet.
"DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddy…."
He panted, small breaths, not enough to
fill his lungs as
Will drew out. His cock felt like it was right
next to burning
coals, uncomfortably, painfully hot, he wanted to
reach down and
pull himself off, but he couldn't relive it, his
hands were tied.
He groaned and twisted and he was going dizzy.
Will slammed back
inside and he yowled. "Touch me Daddy!"
"No, pet. No
touching. I don't want it. I want you burning for me."
He pulled out,
the empty stretched feeling hollow behind his too
full cock before
returning home, pulling away and slamming back.
Angel had his
mouth open, trying to suck more air in, trying and
failing, only
little tiny breaths, cat breaths, as Will showed him
who belonged to
who. His anus was tingling from the treatment, his
nipples were
swollen, everything was begging to be touched, but
nothing. His cock
didn't understand his hands were held back from
touching it and
was screaming for his fingers. His skin was so
sensitive; he
could feel every puff of air, every inch of Will's
skin touching his
own. He wanted to see what Will looked like
fucking him like
this, like he was a wild creature who had found him
sleeping in the
woods and dragged him home.
"… mine pet,
all fucking mine, you'll do whatever I want, whatever I
say..." Will's
voice, his own underneath it, agreeing over and over,
needing the
words.
"I'm your
fucking Daddy, Angel, I own you…"
Yes, yes, his
body was sparkling, he couldn't see it but he knew it,
he was glowing.
Will's hand
brushed against his cock but it was all he needed, he
came, feeling his
hot spend land on his stomach and some on his
thigh. He groaned
and his body loosened, like nothing was connected
to anything else.
Will was still going, the sliding easier, and he
felt hands around
his wrists and they were being let go. Will
pulled out of him
and he whimpered. He wanted more. More lion. He
felt hands
pulling him up, and he felt heavy, but he wanted to stay
with the hands.
He didn't take off the blindfold so he clumsily
followed Will's
now gentle voice.
"Come here
baby. Here, spread your legs over me, kitten." He grew
hard again, tried
to, his cock giving little indignant flares of
bright.
He was sitting on
Will's lap, his back resting against Will's chest,
his knees beside
Will's, his feet back past Will's butt, shins on
the bedspread,
kneeling over him, Will's lips kissing along the nape
of his neck,
teeth nibbling around the buckle of his collar. Will's
hard cock found
his hole again and pushed inside quickly. He mewled,
feeling himself
stretch from a different angle. His channel felt
bruised, but in a
good way, a hot, well-fucked way. And the cock was
rocking into him,
he could feel Will's thighs tensing and relaxing
under his own, in
time with the rhythm, and Will's lips were at the
top on his spine,
kissing the skin, sliding along it as he panted
loudly, tinged
with grunts. Will's fingers were around his cock, the
others around his
waist, hand on his belly, gently guiding him up
and down, making
him rock a little around the cock inside him. He
leant his head
back and lay his body against Will's, his back
curving to stay
on Will's cock. Will was burning, like a fever, his
skin wet with
sweat as he rocked against him. He reached back to
steady himself,
hands against the flat back of Will's hips, fingers
on the soft skin
of his cheeks.
"Now, you
can see how beautiful you are…" Will panted, and even hit
breath was hot
wet.
The blindfold
slipped from his eyes and they were on the end of the
bed, facing the
mirror, and he could see his body arched back,
Will's white hand
around his prick, pulling him off, white globs
sticking to his
skin from his last orgasm, and his entire body
rocking, his
stomach tensing as Will's cock pushed into him. He saw
Will's hand around
his waist, white body behind his, but mostly
Will's face, his
cheek resting against Angel's, twin blue eyes
watching him
filled with devotion and burning with love. He came
again, from the
sight, his orgasm long and almost painful, setting
his teeth on
edge, made him yowl like a slapped cat, but
brilliantly,
dazzlingly bright. Beautiful. Calm. When he blinked
back to the room,
Will was panting, his forehead against the top of
Angel's back, and
Angel's asshole was twitching around the cock
twitching inside,
and he could feel come leaking out around it.
He purred,
tiredly. "You came Daddy." Angel breathed, feeling the
slippery wetness
drip.
"When do I
not, pet?"
Angel watched his
face flinch as Will pulled himself out. Suddenly
he was bone weary,
his body was already asleep but his brain hadn't
been told, and
Will was lying him on his back, on the bed that was
softer than ever
before, and he felt loved and wanted and fuzzy. He
felt like his
brain was full of cotton wool.
"…ove you
kitten, love you so much…"
He purred. Will
love.
"Daddy?"
"What is it,
sweet?" he asked, fingers running through his shower
and sweat-wet
hair.
"Do you own
me?"
"You own
yourself baby, that was just the game." He sounded a little
wary.
"I want you
to own me." He opened his eyes and looked into blue.
Pool blue. Star
blue. Nothing more than for Will to own him. He
didn't need
anything else.
"I want you
to own yourself. But you belong to me. Does that make
sense? Like I
belong to you."
He blinked. He
never thought about that. Will belonged to him. Kitty
to a lion and
lion to a kitty. Even lions need whiskers, need sugar.
Maybe Will needed
that too.
"I like
that."
Will smiled, the
skin crinkling near his eyes. "Good, baby."
Angel nodded.
"You're beautiful. Beautiful lion that belongs to me."
"Yes,
pet." He smiled again and leant down for a kiss. Angel happily
opened his mouth,
wanting Will to lick inside. He did. Will kisses.
Will angled his
head and lay a kiss over the collar. Angel melted.
He never wanted
to move.
"I'll bring
your dinner in here," Will said, standing up happy-
tiredly,
beautiful and white and every inch of his skin gleaming.
His hair was
messy. "We'll eat in bed."
Angel nodded
happily watching Will's backside as he left the room.
Noodles. Maybe
Will would feed him. He smiled and closed his eyes.
He liked eating
in bed.