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:
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
**
"Look!
Changing of the guard!" Liam squealed standing at the large
iron fence
outside
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
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
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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