More phoenix, and for everyone who is asking, we'll start to find
out about Liam's past in the next chapter. But in depth Ch 13, cause
it's an evil chapter and 13 is an evil number.

Title:
Phoenix, Chapter Eleven


Author: Inca


Feedback: Cause I'm a kitty - [email protected]


Rating NC17


AU Liam/William


Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them


Spoilers: AU


Summary: Risen from the ashes, as an Angel


Authors notes: Inc loves you all



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"Look! Changing of the guard!" Liam squealed standing at the large
iron fence outside
Buckingham Palace, hands around the metal,
bouncing as the guards began their tradition.

Will puffed on his cigarette as he watched. He needed one after the
drama of last night. He'd seen the changing of the guard before, a
few times, school excursions mainly, but it was fun to watch Liam
get so excited.

He smiled like a proud parent.

Liam was watching avidly, among the Japanese and German tourists. He
was wearing a white button up that Will had brought him that
morning, with a brown squiggle pattern up one side that he said
looked like a lion tail. He looked great. It was warmer today, so
Liam only had the shirt and jeans on, his leather collar  sexily in
the vee of the shirt collar, but looking like nothing more than some
avant garde choker.

Two young women standing next to Liam were looking at him like he
was a rockstar, giggling and throwing side-glances at him. Liam
stood next to them in that innocent oblivious way he had, his hair
actually tamed for today, brushed straight back with gel.

Will just smoked, pushing down the jealousy, knowing Liam was
beautiful and people loved to look at beautiful things. He knew he
did, eyes running over the muscular body.

He'd called the conference with the unfortunate news that Liam was
ill. Probably something he ate, but he'd be fine tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow afternoon.

Liam ran over, interrupting his thoughts and took the camera from
him, before running back along the road to take pictures. Will sat
down at one of the benches and blew a kiss every time Liam looked
over his shoulder at him, ecstatic.



**~~**

Will was staring hard at the menu. Angel already knew what he
wanted. Steak and kidney pie. Always wanted to try that. Very
English.

They were sitting at a table near the window. Angel had picked it
because he wanted to see all the people wandering past, maybe
looking for a place of their own to get lunch. Or maybe some people
walking their dogs. That always made him feel fuzzy.

"Stop it Pet!" Will hissed playfully.

He pulled his socked foot back for a second and then, grinning, let
it drift back up Will's calves, past his knees and thighs the back
to his prick.

Will was trying to back away in the booth, every now and then
batting his foot away surreptitiously. He wondered if he got Will
excited enough, if he would pull him out of his seat and throw him
onto the table and let everyone in the room and all the people
walking past see how much they loved each other.

"Would you play with me on the table?" He whispered.

Will glared at him as the waitress walked up. "Ready to order?" She
asked in a bored voice, before her eyes lit on Will. Then she
smiled. He smiled back.

"Yep," he looked across the table, "know what you want?"

"I want to play with you."

Will coughed loudly and Angel grinned at him.

"We can play the game later." He said calmly. "What do you want to
eat?"

He was about to say something naughty, but Will shot him a quick
warning glance and he decided against it. "Steak and kidney pie,
please."

The waitress nodded.

"And I'll have … the chicken." He said pointing to the menu. The
waitress nodded again and took the menus from both of them.

"Any drinks?"

"A beer." Angel said quickly.

Will stared at him. "And a coke."

The waitress wandered off and Will leant across the table, raising
his eyebrows. "I'll have the beer, and you have the coke."

"But I didn't order a coke." He answered petulantly.

"You can't have the beer, luv, it will make you sick."

Angel slumped in his seat and pouted. He wanted a beer. He hadn't
had one in five years. He heard Will sigh. He smiled. There was
green in the sigh.

"You can have some of it."

"Half?"

"A sip."

"A big sip?"

"Alright, but no more, otherwise you'll get sick. And you won't like
it."

Angel gazed out the window happily until the waitress brought their
food and drinks out. He had some of the pie but didn't like it, so
he ate the pie skin and made puppy dog eyes at Will until he sighed
and traded plates with him. He liked the chicken better.

"I don't like kidney." Angel tried to rationalise himself, as he cut
up the chicken.

Will smiled. Always smiling at him, and when he did Angel felt good
and sweet, like a kitten. "That's alright Pet, I don't mind it. Me
mum used to make it for me."

**~~**



Will was sitting with Liam in another workshop about feelings,
trying not to laugh as Liam blinked in and out of sleep. Liam had
thanked him repeatedly for the
Buckingham Palace visit, and that
night he had ignored Will's appeals for him to sit next to him to
watch TV and had sat on the floor on Will's feet until he fell
asleep, Will's fingers petting his hair.

Liam was out at the moment, his head hanging down, snoring slightly.
Will poked him awake. At about six thirty that night they snuck off
as the congregation was splitting into "help" groups.

Liam pulled him down the hall giggling.

"Come on Pet, someone will see us…"

"Not if we hide. Then they can't find you." He laughed, looking back
over his shoulder. He stopped and giggled for a second before
pulling Will down another hallway. "In here!" he said pulling Will
into a storage room.

It was musty and the self-standing shelves were filled with tins of
food and craft supplies. "Want some tomato soup luv?" He asked,
hoisting a can.

Liam shook his head.

"What about some baked beans? Look, pull tab, we can eat them right
now…" He teased, as Liam giggled at him. "You're hungry, I can tell."

"I'm a hungry kitty. But not for that." He plucked the tin out of
his hand and placed it back on the shelf with the concentration of a
three-year-old. His collar was prominent under the wide neckline of
his red button shirt.

"Then what?" Will asked, his voice rough, eyeing the leather.

Liam tickled his hand up Will's thigh. Will smirked at him.

Liam pushed him back against the door and dropped to his knees,
fumbling quickly with his fly. He pulled Will's tumescent cock out
and started licking it like it was an ice cream, long and even,
catching all the drips and swirling around the top. Will banged his
head back against the door as the buzz washed through him. Better
than any drug, Liam was. His thighs felt weak. He could feel Liam
nibbling the vein running up his length that felt like it was
throbbing. He dropped his hands to squeeze at Liam's shoulders and
opened his eyes to watch the show.

His thick cock was stretching out Liam's mouth, and his gaze was
fixed on Will's face, big eyes blinking as he concentrated on his
breath, so his reflex wouldn't kick in. He slowly swallowed a little
more each time, face concentrating, until the tip of his cold nose
was bumping against the spikes of Will's trimmed pubes, and Will's
cock was covered in warm wet.

"Oh, so hot baby, you love me all the way in, don't you?"

Liam nodded as much as the muscle down his throat would allow.

"Good … swallowing me, mouth feels so good…"

He stroked along Liam's cheekbones, his eyebrows, calming him down
as he slowly thrust in and out, long strokes, all the way in, biting
his lip when Liam flinched and clenched his eyes a few times at the
reflex. He reached down and felt the collar around Liam's neck
expanding as his cock pervaded the soft throat. He groaned.
He pulled his cock out so he was just penetrating Liam's mouth, so
he could thrust harder and quicker without hurting him. Liam's
tongue started lashing around him, and the wet sucking sounds were
making Will's balls ache. He thrust a few more times and shot,
pushing his cock all the way in as he did, watching Liam clench on
to his thighs as he kept his pretty face against Will's body. He
looked up and Will blew him a kiss sleepily, running a finger around
the ring of stretched lips gently, before hooking his fingers under
Liam's jaw and slipping him off his prick, pulling him off his
knees. He brought him close, and kissed his neck around the sexy
collar, before kissing his mouth, licking the residue of his come
off the tongue.

"Bloody beautiful Pet, when you taste like me."

He licked the tip of each finger. "Mmmm, hot ice…" He was humming.

"…lambs will find …" He nodded at something and then grinned at
Will. "Can we go now? Go for a walk?"

"Where do you want to walk?"

"Anywhere…" He said dreamily. "But I want to hold your hand."

Will picked up his hand and kissed the palm, licking it swiftly when
Liam took a sharp breath. He ran his thumb over the jagged pink
across the wrist.

He led him out of the empty hallways, hearing the lectures and
workshops clang and speak around them before they hit the icy London-
evening air. Will held his hand again as they walked through the
streets like a couple, Liam humming a song and Will almost in a
dream listening to him. They were walking back to the hotel
accompanied by Liam's quietly adorable off tune singing, not talking
but swinging their held hands and walking in step.

And then…

"Will?" A familiar voice made Will's stomach freeze.

A horrified look filled his face and he couldn't turn around even
though Liam already had. He felt like he couldn't breathe. A vice of
fear was gripped over his chest and he knew his mouth was hanging
open stupidly.

"Will?" the voice repeated.

He dropped Liam's hand and span around with a calm smile on his
face, to face Wesley and three other people he had met briefly
before at all the popular in-vogue conferences. He swallowed at the
look of suspicion on Wesley's face. He doesn't know. Liam could be
anyone. How would they be able to know Liam was a patient? No one
would know. No one would guess.

They were all looking at Liam strangely now, Wesley the most.

What is it? Will thought frantically. What are they looking at? He
turned to Liam to see what they were seeing. He was just watching
them calmly; calm and oblivious to any trouble they might be in.

Then Will realised he was still singing. Off tune and soft and Will
didn't even notice it anymore but meeting someone on the street and
having them sing as they stared at you could definitely be seen as
insane. Will smiled again, brightly.

A girl he remembered but whose name he didn't know, smiled a
little. "Hey Will. Is this … a patient of yours?" She asked
hesitantly.

Lie. Lie. Yes or no. Pass it off as a joke? They could see in his
eyes that he wasn't quite all there….

"Yes. This is Angel." He said stiltedly. "Who is a patient … that I
treat."

He watched the four closely to see how they took this news, having
just seen him strolling around holding hands with him.

Wesley was just looking at Liam, who had, thankfully, stopped
singing.

The girl nodded. The two other men just smiled. "We were just going
back to our hotel down the way."
Lie! Lie now! "Angel here was having a bad time of it, so I thought
I'd take him for a walk." He said; the half-truth falling of his
tongue like it was rehearsed.

The other two men looked convinced. One, a well dressed blonde that
Will was sure he'd met before, whose name he thought was M…something
leaned in and started talking to Liam patronisingly. "Having a good
walk are we?"

Liam nodded slowly.

"Is nice of William to take you out isn't it?"

Will almost winced. Liam hated being patronised.

"Will-ee-um is always nice to me. Very nice." He shot Will an
obvious sultry side eye that made his mind freeze.

Wesley and the girl caught it and, to Will's horror, looked at each
other furtively.

FUCK!

Oh fuck oh fuck. Will felt his bowels turning to water.
Fuck. "Angel?" He said calmly. "Could you take a seat over there
while I catch up with my friends?" he asked, indicating a park bench.

Liam gave him a longer than necessary glance, and now everyone in
England was now wondering if they were sleeping together and then
sauntered away.

"In town for the conference Will?" Wesley asked stonily.

"Yes. A group of us."

"Really." He said.

He leant into the group conspiratorially. "Poor Liam. The other
patients just don't get along with him." He said, dangling the bait,
hoping one would take it, so he could explain. If they didn't, he
was fucked six ways from Sunday.

"Why not?" Asked the woman, and Will felt like bowing at her feet.

"Well you saw him just then, right? He's very…" he circled his hand
as if he were trying to find the words to put it nicely. "emotional…
if you know what I mean… but that's often a characteristic that
comes from … certain abuse, isn't it."

All but Wesley nodded understandingly. Wesley knew he would never
gossip about a patient this way.

One of the men laughed. "He wanted you to hold his hand?"

Will rolled his eyes playfully. "He doesn't feel safe at night
unless he's touching someone."

"Ah," said the women, excited by her hypothesise "Is night when the
abuse happened?"

"Yes. Parental abuse as well. Father."

"Ah," said one of the men, sounding exactly like the woman, "that's
why hes trying to get your attention sexually."

"Yes, he's only just become a patient of mine."

Wesley stared at him stonily. Wesley wasn't a fool like the rest.

"Can we go now Will? Its too dark." Liam whined from his seat.

"Alright." He nodded to the small group. "Enjoy the rest of the
conference, and the rest of the night." He said smiling.

"You too." Wesley said, staring back at him. The others turned to
go, but Wesley was the last to walk away.

He went and collected Liam quickly, who was shivering and wide-eyed
from sitting in the dark and they rushed towards the hotel. He had a
lump of cold anxiety weighing down in his stomach. Will turned
around and saw Wesley looking back over his shoulder with icy grey
eyes.



**~~**

Will was upset. Maybe he didn't like the people. He smiled. He
didn't like the people either. The music was fast, and irritated.
Big swirls of worry.

"What's wrong Daddy?"

Will swallowed. "Nothing Pet. Nothings wrong." He smiled, but it was
glass and Angel could see right through it.

"Yes it is. Can I do something?"

"No, Pet."

"What if I sing a happy song?"

Will slumped onto the couch. "No, Pet." He stared out the window,
not looking at him.

"I'll draw the guards for you?"

"No, Pet, I'm alright."

"What if we play?" He batted his eyelashes.

"No, Pet, please, go have a shower or something." Will answered in a
monotone.

"I don't want a shower. I want to know what's wrong." Angel pouted.

"No, Angel, just … I just need some time now, things are bad at the
moment. I just want to relax."

Angel purred. "I can help you relax…" He leant down to kiss him and
yelped like he'd been stung when Will pulled away. He stood back up
and played with his collar waiting for Will to say something to calm
him down.

He was acting like he didn't want him.

Red ants scurrying all through his stomach.

"I'm sorry I said those things to those people. It doesn't matter
does it?"

Will just sighed.

Oh no.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"Good. Cause I think I have a problem now as it is." Will said
tightly.

Oh no.

"I'm so sorry." He said, feeling sobs rack up in his chest. "Can I
take it back? What if we go find them and I'll tell them it was a
joke?"

Will didn't look at him for a moment longer. He felt his lip
trembling and he bit it to stop it.

"I'll go have a shower…," He said, beginning to sob.

Oh god. It was stupid what he did; he just hated the way they talked
to him. Will talked to him normally, like he was a person. Everyone
else just talked to him like he was a big dumb dog who couldn't
understand. He understood everything perfectly.
He turned to the bathroom and felt tears running down his face. He
turned the shower on and ran the water, not afraid to cry now.
The water would drown out the noise.
He dropped the jeans down and ripped off his shirt, hunched over and
trying to wipe away the tears with the fabric.

"Pet." He heard the soft voice. He didn't want to turn around. He
stayed, naked and hunched over facing away.

"I'm sorry William. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm –
"

"Shh, baby, Pet, it's alright. Nothing is your fault." His voice, so
calming. Took away all the pain. Ate up the ants in his stomach. He
hiccupped. Will's hand on the small of his back, gently pushing him
forward. He stepped into the wide shower and after a moment he felt
Will's fingers undoing his collar, slipping it off. He started
sobbing again. He turned a little and saw Will, naked, placing the
little leather strap on the sink. He turned away, ashamed and
rejected.

"Please, don't, I want to be your pet…" he choked out another sob.

He felt Will's hands on his back as he stepped into the shower with
him. "You still are." He tickled the skin around where the collar
was. "I just wanted to see you like this."

Will hugged him, soaping up his hands and rubbing them over his body
soothingly. "I'm sorry I made you cry. I didn't want that. I never
want that."

He ran his soapy fingers across Angel's stomach. "It makes my heart
hurt when you cry."

Angel sniffed and relaxed into the fingers. Will rubbed his nose
over his tattoo, back and forth. Hot. A lick. He breathed slower,
the hot water jet making him sleepy. Will kissed the scar in his
hair.

"I'm rude to you sometimes, but I don't mean it. Never to you."
Angel sighed. These are the words he wanted. The fingers soaped up
his neck where the collar sat, then down across his chest and to his
stomach again.

"It was my fault." Will bent down and got on his knees, kissing his
way down his back, running the hands over his thighs. "Bad and rude
to my beautiful Pet."

Angel could feel his cock swelling. His mouth was slack but he
smiled, anticipating what Will would do kneeling behind him like
that. He watched the soap run off his thighs in cloudy bubbles.
Will's fingers jumped and tapped along his thighs moving up. Angel
was breathing short and hard.

"I forgive you Daddy, do you forgive me?"

"You didn't do anything wrong." His tongue swiped up between Angel's
cheeks and he straightened, panting quickly, he was a hummingbird.

His cheeks pulled apart and another swipe, right over his hole. He
panted quickly, like a dog, no- a cat, liking the sound of it mixing
with the hiss of the water.

"Again Daddy?"

The tongue swiped past again making him stand up on his tiptoes. He
pushed his hands to the wall to steady himself; slightly bent so
Will could access him easier.

Another swipe and this time the tongue pointed and prodded in. His
hands clenched into fists and he whined long and loud as the
pleasurable tongue jabbed in and out. His cock was hard and being
bounced around by the shower, his face under the spray and he felt
like he was going to start crying from the good feelings, from the
glitter behind his eyelids and sparklers on cake. He thrust a
little, causing his backside to move up and down slightly, making
Will's tongue flip around inside.

Will pulled away and Angel twisted his body to look down at him,
hard cock and pale skin kneeling on the puddling floor. Blue eyes.
Bright blue. "I don't want to go back to the conference. Lets go
back to mine. We'll stay there for a night." Blue pleading.

Angel felt like crying again. "In your house?"

Will nodded.

"In your bed?" He whispered.

He nodded again, smiling.

"Id like that." Angel breathed. He let Will turn him back to the
wall, and felt the tongue slide inside him again.

"I'd like that a lot." He cooed to the wet tiles.


 

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