Beta'd very quickly because I havent posted in a while. Man, ive
got
many a chapter to
go and im at 16! *shakes head in disbelief*
Title:
Author: Inca
Feedback: And
I'll shower in front of you -
[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
**
Will walked
through the Liam's door with a smirk on his face.
He anticipated
glee.
Liam had been
released from the hospital ward just that morning.
Will had only
seen him while he was sleeping, skulking through the
hallways after
hours.
Liam was lying on
the floor fiddling with what looked likes sticks
and thread,
waiting to go have a shower. He smiled up at him, but as
soon as he saw
his hair, his jaw dropped and his big brown puppy
eyes went wide.
"Will."
Liam said, shocked. "Your hair's turned white!" He blinked
hard and Will
knew he was wondering if it was just in his mind.
Will smiled down
at him. "Yeah. Peroxide. Don't think I've gone
grey,
right?"
Liam slowly stood
up and slinked over to him, running his brown gaze
over the mess of
white warily like it was going to jump off Will's
head and attack
him.
His gaze softened.
"Looks
good." He said after a few moments of scrutiny. "Pretty." He
flashed Will a
wicked look. "Makes your eyes seem brighter than
before, makes you
look even more like porcelain. You look like a
spirit now."
"Thanks."
He said blithely, letting Liam run his fingers through it,
rubbing the
strands between his fingers.
"Gel."
He murmured. "I don't like the gel." His face right in front
of Will's but his
eyes focused on the hair, chewing on his tongue
captivatingly.
"Alright,
luv." He laughed, "I'll remember that."
"Too sticky.
Too hard."
That sounded
really dirty, but it could be because he hadn't seen
Liam for a couple
of days and he was just horny. He let his hands
wander down to
Liam's hips, feeling the hard body beneath the
material and barely
suppressed the excited noises his cock was
trying to make
him let loose. He loved when Liam looked at him like
this. He was
parting the strands and looking through them,
apparently to see
if the white went all the way through.
"Why'd you
dye it?" Liam asked, oblivious.
"Research.
Gotta play the part."
"I have no
idea what that means." He rested his hands at the back of
Will's neck in an
almost-hug, his fingers still flickering at the
white. "You
look so beautiful. Big white lion. Silver mane. Roar for
me."
Will grabbed his
forearms and pulled them over his shoulders, making
Liam come to him.
He could feel his hot breath puffing against his
face and he
cocked his head for a moment before laying a light kiss
on his lips. He
reached down and patted Liam's butt lovingly.
"How do you
feel?"
"About your
newness?" He asked, letting his head fall back.
"No inside.
Remember? You were feeling sick a couple of days ago?"
"Ummm."
His eyes drifted up to Will's hair and he lifted his hand
and started
playing with it, pulling the strands forward so they
drifted over
Will's face. He giggled at his work and started pulling
the strands over
his ears.
He'd gotten
distracted.
"Baby?"
Will said softly, letting a smile slip onto his face,
guiding Liam's
hands away from his head.
"Yes?"
"Do you feel
better? Then yesterday?" he asked, flicking Liam's hair
back playfully.
"I don't
know." Liam said spacily, looking at his hair like he was
trying to seduce
it.
Will decided to
try an easier question that didn't require Liam to
make a comparison
in his head, when he was so obviously beguiled by
the bleach.
"Do you feel
sick?"
"A little.
But not throwing up. Just … bleargh and tired."
"Ah."
He let Liam's fingers twist into his hair again. "What did
Sally say?"
"She said …
to let the music fill me up until I meow and vampires
turn to
dust."
"Okay … Pet?
Are you sure it wasn't the stars that said that?"
"Wha…?"
He trailed off and made a small roaring noise at his hair
and then smiled
secretively. "I'd like th…"
Will smiled and
rub Liam's back, wishing he could stay. He wanted to
stay and just be
with him, awake and aware … sort of aware. But he
couldn't.
And that had
started depressing him in a whole new way since Liam
had come back,
since they'd been allowed to do whatever in
"I have to
go before the guard comes to get you for your shower. I
just dropped by
to show myself off."
Liam smiled and
his eyes drifted away, out of focus staring at a
picture of his on
the wall. He looked like he'd just had a shot of
morphine.
"Will you sleep here with me?"
"No, Pet.
But I'll see you tomorrow."
"What if I
meow?" He asked seductively.
"I love you.
See you tomorrow." He said smiling and untangling
himself.
Liam meowed.
"Love
you" He whispered as he left the room, waving through the
small square of
glass at him.
**~~**
"And you
like it?" Doyle asked, sitting next to him on the gravelly
yard, up against
the outdoor shed, away from the others.
He nodded,
smiling. "I love it! Will makes me meow."
Doyle frowned and
looked away. "I don't know if he should be having
a relationship
with you Ags. S'not right, really."
He stared down at
the photos Angel had taken of
and the one he'd taken
of he and Will kissing.
Angel shook his
head smiling. "That's what he said at first! But now
he meows
too."
"Who wanted
to have sex the first time?"
"I don't
remember." He said, peering over Doyle's shoulder to the
photo. Will still
had his brown hair in those. Now it was white. It
made him paler.
Pretty.
Doyle frowned at
him, light blue, lighter than Will's eyes, clouded
with worry.
Why was he
worried?
"Ags…"
"Don't be
worried. I don't understand why you're worried."
Doyle laughed and
brushed his hands through his own hair, pushing
his back from his
brow. "'Cause … I dunno … how do I know he's not
just using
you?"
"Will
wouldn't do that."
"Where do
you … do it?"
"Lots of
places. In his office a lot, that's where we did it the
first time, in my
room, in the art room, in the hotel in
Will's
house." He giggled at the memories floating up. "We did it
there a lot. We
did it out on the football field once, under the
trees when I was
meant to be in that shading class…"
"Shite Ags,
out on that field?" He indicated.
Angel nodded,
feeling very naughty – grinning. "Will has the keys to
everything. We
were just going for a walk that day. And then we
started kissing
and… Oh, in the shower. I like it the best when he
sneaks in at
night and unlocks the door, and wakes me up. He's only
done that twice
cause he doesn't like waking me."
"Oh I see.
He actually has a problem waking you does he?"
"Yes. `Cept
he hates it when I have nightmares. Makes him sad, and
then I have to
kiss him better."
"Geez,
Angel. I don't know about all … this."
He frowned. Doyle
seemed a little irritated. Not irritated. … but …
Angel couldn't
think of the right word. He let the thought drift
away. It was too
difficult to unravel.
"But we love
each other."
"Different
kinds of love, Ags." He looked around and then leant
in. "I don't
know if this one's good for you, yeah?"
"It is. I
love it."
"I'm sure
you do… don't want `im to hurt you, though."
Angel kissed his
cheek, realising he was just worrying about
him. "Will
would never hurt me." He whispered, "Don't worry about
it."
"I have to
worry. Someone has to worry for you."
Angel's eyes
suddenly went wide. "You're not going to tell anyone …
are you?" He
swallowed. "You promised." He reminded.
"I did,
didn't I?"
He vaguely
remembered Will telling him not to let anyone know, but
he was pretty
sure that didn't include Doyle. And it felt like he
hadn't seen him
in a while.
"Yes. Will
could get in a lot of trouble. He told me not to tell
anyone."
"Did he
now?" He said, eyebrows raised.
He nodded. He was
a little worried now. "Don't tell. They'll take
him away from
me."
"Ags?"
He hummed a yes,
raising his eyebrows.
"You're
pretty. A lot of … people, see you here … and … are
attracted to you.
Like Mikael and his friends."
Mikael was mean
to him.
"I don't
like Mikael."
"Mmmm, I
know. But they take advantage of you, because … you're very
trusting."
Angel had no idea
why he was talking about this. He nodded anyway.
"Now
Mikael's very rude with the way he takes advantage of you, and
he's mean to you.
But people can be nice and still be bad to you."
"I don't see
how."
"By not
doing what's best for you. Because you have trouble deciding
some things for
yourself."
"Like the
toast this morning?"
Doyle looked
away. "Kinda."
There was
silence. Doyle looked deep in thought, his eyes wandering
around the yard.
"I'm a
kitten. See my collar?" He purred.
"I remember,
I was there when you made it." Doyle smiled. "Very
nice."
"You helped
me."
"I did. I
help you. And I'm going to do what's good for you, okay
kitten?"
"Okay."
He said, again not knowing what Doyle was talking about,
apart from where
he called him a kitten. He purred again. He almost
did it
unconsciously now.
"Kitty
Kitty." Angel murmured.
"You want me
to do what's best for you, right? Even if you might not
like it?"
He thought about
that. Why would he want Doyle to do something he
wouldn't like?
"I like things I like."
"Yeah, but
do you understand that I sometimes know better? Cause
you're too busy
being a kitten right now, and I love ya for it, but
… like all those
times with Mikael? And I helped you with him
because I knew
what he was going to do?"
"Because you
have the visions?"
He blinked.
"Yes. And common sense."
Angel didn't know
what was happening. "Meow." He rubbed his body up
against Doyle,
who laughed. "Pet me. I'm a goood kitty."
Doyle conceded
for a while, rubbing his hand across Angel's neck and
they fell into
silence. He put his head down on Doyle's lap and let
him pat his hair.
He felt like he was falling asleep.
Someone yelled
something at them, but Doyle yelled back, and Angel
couldn't be
bothered following. Doyle looked after him anyway. Doyle
and Will.
He smiled. He was
so gold at the moment. Shining and precious and
everyone wanted
to look after him. He rolled his cheekbone against
Doyle's thigh to
let him know he appreciated it and settled into his
thoughts for a
while. White hair and blue eyes kidnapping his train
of thought. He
let them. Will was so –
"Do you need
to piss Ags?" Doyle asked.
He realised he
was wriggled around. He was suddenly aware of the
pressure in his
bladder. "Yes, a lot."
He got up.
"You can stay or come if you like?"
"I'll stay
Ags. I got some thinkin' to do, yeah?"
He wandered away
and waved to the guard who let him inside, with
a "Be quick
Angel."
He would. He
didn't like being by himself anyway. The guards didn't
need to come with
him now. They used to when he first got there. He
remembered
because he hated it so much. It always took him ages when
someone was
watching him pee. They just sat and watched and it
prickled the hair
on the back of his neck. But now they let him go
by himself. He'd
shown he could be trusted.
He pushed through
the bathroom door.
The toilets were
huge and all open, next to the roof of showers. He
edged past the
urinals with the puddles and picked a moderately
clean one.
The door closed
behind him and he looked around at who came in.
No one.
Angel frowned.
He didn't like
things like that happening. Bad things seemed to
happen after
weird things. A small star mutter flickered through the
air, praying it
was just imagined. Anxious. He quickly buttoned up
and washed his
hands, heading out into the corridor.
A hand wrapped
round his mouth and another around his waist. He
yelled in shock
but it was muffled.
"Will?"
He mumbled into the hand.
"No. Much
better." Mikael answered pulling him into a storeroom.
*~
Will had been
ashamedly watching Liam and Doyle from his office.
They were just in
his sight where they were sitting, around the
corner from
everyone else. When he stood in a certain position. And
craned his head.
Guilty little
pleasure, observing Liam when he didn't know. Watching
the movements of
his body, when he couldn't see him.
He couldn't help
it. He hadn't been looking to spy on him. … It just
kinda happened.
He felt a sharp
bite of envy every time Liam leaned over to peck his
cheek or looked
at him coyly, culminating in almost green sight as
he lay his head
in Doyle's lap. He frowned. That should be his thigh
under Liam's
cheekbone. Not some small Irish wankers.
Liam doesn't
know. It's completely innocent.
Yes. He knew
that. But still…
What if Liam …
`played' with everyone? What if Will wasn't special,
what if that's
just how Liam felt close to people.
He swallowed.
No. He breathed
slowly, watching Doyle's fingers run through his
hair. Liam had
told him a long time ago that there was only him.
His conscience
chimed in with the fact Liam also told him he was a
cat. Just `cause
Liam said it, didn't make it true.
A little worried
noise sounded in his throat as he watched them
closely for any
touching or kissing.
Liam started
jiggling and Will predicted correctly that he needed to
go to the
bathroom. More mouths moving. Then Liam got up and walked
to the building
oblivious to the lusty stares and catcalls he got
from the yard
inhabitants.
He went back to
his work after Liam slipped into the building. He
was reading two
books.
One on vampires
and one on re-opening trials.
He was more
interested in the latter.
But he'd promised
Liam the former. So he'd compromised.
He went to
reading.
Focus focus
focus.
He guessed it
would be seven minutes until Liam cam back, cause he
had to walk
through the halls. He'd get back up in seven and see.
*~
"Like your
collar Angel. You look good."
Angel looked
around the dark storeroom frightened. "They told me to
be quick…"
he said, staring at the odds and ends on the shelves.
There was only a
small window and Mikael was blocking the door.
"They say
that to everyone. Don't you want to catch up with Mikael?"
He nodded, his
heart picking a quicker beat.
"How was
your trip? Heard you went to
Angel smiled at
the memory when he first got to the hotel room and
Will had hugged
him. Then the photos, flash and sugar and then
"I saw the
changing of the guard." And then he started, remembering
he was meant to
have been sick that day. "Or that could've been a
dream." He
covered.
"And I heard
you were sick. I saw you in the hospital ward,
remember?"
he said, smiling his weird smile that was cold even
though smiles
were supposed to be warm. "Why were you out of it?"
Angel remembered
something about vampires and definitely…
"Harlen."
He whispered, scared. He hoped saying his name didn't let
it drift off on
the wind to waiting ears.
"Im not
calling you." He clarified; looking warily at the window to
make sure it was
still daylight. It was.
"Mmmmm."
Said Mikael and Angel could tell he wasn't paying attention.
"It's hot in
here, isn't it?" Mikael asked.
Was it?
Not really.
"I guess."
Mikael slipped
out of the top of his jumpsuit, letting the arms
swing from his
waist. His chest was huge and rock-like muscles
strained out of
his spotted brown vest. His arms were thick and
bulging.
He thought of
Will. Will was muscly, but not scarily. Will was …
like a dancer.
Pretty and perfect. Lithe. Will was lithe.
"Aren't you
hot?"
Was he?
No.
"I don't
think so."
"You look
hot." Mikael smirked.
"Do I?"
He wished he had
a mirror, this was confusing. Maybe he was flushed.
"Here."
Mikael said, and popped open the front of his uniform,
flicking it off
his shoulders. "That feel better?"
Not really. It
was too hard to disagree. It had been like this since
he woke up.
Everything seemed too difficult, like his mind was
exhausted.
"I guess."
The stars didn't
like this. They were whispering little anxious
songs in his ears
and it was worrying him, but he was getting a
little frustrated
too. He didn't know what to do and they weren't
being helpful.
"I left
Doyle by himself." He tried.
"That's
alright with me."
He had meant that
it wouldn't be alright with Doyle.
"Okay."
He said hesitantly. Mikael was just staring at him, his
mouth curved up
in the corner.
"You're
really … innocent." Mikael chuckled. "I love that about you."
Angel thought
about this. That seemed like a good thing. "Thankyou."
"It's really
hot in here."
Again?
He looked around
to see if there was some colour Mikael was seeing
that was making
him hot. "Sometimes looking at red or yellow makes
you hot."
"Maybe I
should take this thing off."
Angel didn't want
that. When Mikael was naked he usually wanted to
play. And Angel
wasn't interested in doing that with Mikael.
"Maybe we
should just leave the room?"
"Nah."
He pushed his jumpsuit off and stood in just his underwear
and vest.
"Now you."
"But I'm not
hot."
"You look
it." He said with a sneer and a lick of his lips.
"Do I?"
Maybe he was
flushed. He pouted. He didn't feel flushed.
"I'm
confused…"
"Because
you're hot."
"Am I?"
Why … Angel's
head was hurting.
"Take the
uniform off."
"But I don't
want to."
"Do you like
wearing it."
"No…"
"Then what's
the problem?"
There was one …
but he couldn't think about it and Mikael was taking
it off for him
anyway so he didn't have to think about it. It was
too much effort
anyway.
"Yeah…"
Mikael said licking his lips again. "That's much better
isn't it."
He didn't wear
anything under his uniform now. Mikael was looking at
his cock and he
didn't like it. He'd put the uniform back on but he
didn't want to
upset him.
"Can we go
now?"
"Mmmm?"
Mikael said. "You've trimmed your pubes. Looks good."
He looked down.
Yes.
They felt nicer
when Will played with them. He kept them trimmed
now. Will had
done it for him last time he saw him, gently and
delicately as he
spread his legs wide on the bathroom floor. He'd
done it in
he was in the
sick ward.
"Can I
touch?"
Touch what? Oh.
"Ummm, I
don't think so."
"Come on,
its so different to mine."
He pushed the
underwear down and his huge semi-hard cock flopped
out, surrounded
by thick cloying curls. "See?"
"Yeah…"
he said, letting his eyes ghost across his crotch before
drifting away.
The storeroom
smelled like orange paint. Then he wondered if orange
paint smelled any
different to green. It should, really, if you
thought about it.
He looked down and Mikael's hand was around his
cock, stoking him
to hardness. Mikael's other arm was around his
waist, holding
him close against his hard stomach.
When did that
happen…?
"I missed
you babe, in my hand. Soon I'll pump you full of cock just
like you love?
Yeah, babe?" Mikael whispered, resting his chin on
Angel's shoulder.
His cock was
rising, slowly, to the warm hand. His arms were hanging
limply by his
sides, caught under Mikael's arms. He looked down at
the thick brown
hand pulling back his foreskin and he frowned a
little.
"Pretty,
such a pretty cock." The words breathed hot and wet into
his ear.
Mikael's other
hand ran down, still around him, to tickle his balls
and he giggled.
"Ticklish
baby of mine."
He grinned. He
was ticklish there, a bit, on the underside. Mikael
shifted so the
head of his cock was pushed in between Angel's cheeks
rubbing up
against him.
Mikael starting
kissing his neck sloppily, licking and sucking, and
it was really
wrong.
Shouldn't Will be
doing this?
Will's hands,
Will's lips, Will's familiar hardness poking between
his cheeks. The
other fingers tickled down between his legs, the
position pushing
his thigh away and rubbed along his entrance. He
cooed. It felt
really good.
"Yeah keep
singing for me babe, I love your bat shit crazy head." He
whispered softly.
"You don't even know where you are, all dazed and
stupid, and it
makes me wanna fuck you till you cry."
The tone was
nice. The words weren't, so he focused on the nice
cooing tone. He
relaxed and sank back against the too big chest.
"Yeah baby,
relax. I want you all open and willing when I rip inside
you. So much
sweeter when you're willing. Makes it honey when you
start to cry,
when you're stupid and wanting at the start."
He wanted Will.
Will's words and tone were both nice. They matched.
It didn't feel
wrong relaxing with Will. Against Will. He decided to
pretend he was with
Will and the hands became a little smaller, the
fingers tapered
not square and thick.
"I love you
Pet. You're everything to me." Will murmured in his
rough sexy
accent.
He whimpered as
the finger stabbed into him dry.
"Hurts…"
"I
know." Mikael moaned and shoved his finger in further.
"I'm sorry
baby." Will murmured and kissed the tip of his ear.
He heard Mikael
spit onto his fingers and worked them roughly in,
his body spasming
and trying to push them out, heavy arm across his
chest, the other holding
his thighs apart with his forearm as he
finger fucked
him.
"I'm gonna
fuck you cunt. Fuck you raw, like the bitches that put me
in here."
Mikael grunted.
"Anything
for you, it's all for you." Will continued.
He started crying.
He was confused. And he was in pain. Was Will
here?
"Will?"
he murmured, ending in a squeal as Mikael thrust another dry
finger in.
"Cry for me
babe, you're so fucking pretty when you're in pain."
"It makes my
heart hurt when you cry."
Mikael spun him
around. "Eat me." He grunted pushing him down to his
knees, his
arsehole shuddering from the tears and scrapes inside.
Mikael's angry
cock was ugly and hissing at him like a cobra.
He drew back away
from it but a huge hand that was definitely not
Will's, grabbed
the back of his neck and pulled him back to it. He
tried to tip his
head back over the hand to get more distance but he
kept getting
closer to the snake-faced thing.
He whimpered at
it as it came to rest against his lips. He pulled
back violently,
breaking free of the hand, but was caught again by
the ear this
time, and he yelped as the skin tore a little up the
back, in the soft
join.
Mikael slapped
him across the face. "Are you too stupid to realise
by now, that I
hurt you, if you don't do what I want?"
He nodded and
then shook his head then started crying because he
didn't understand
and it seemed like he'd get hurt more if he got
the wrong answer.
He got hit again,
across his temple and he shook his head a little
as it all went a
bit fuzzy and green. He forgot what was happening
and looked up at
Mikael for help.
None was
forthcoming.
Mikael raised his
hand back like he was going to knock him to the
floor with a
backhand and he licked the angry cock in front of him
to calm him down.
The hand lowered a bit, but stayed up so Angel
licked the cock
again, shivering a little.
It was actually
very cold in here.
He wished Will
were here. Not only would he be with Will but he
didn't think he'd
be doing this. This felt bad when he did it to
Mikael. He felt
good when he licked Will's cock into his mouth,
heavy on his
tongue and salted, twitching with Will's happy noises
sparking the air.
"Suck me
in."
He sucked the
head in and pulled an unhappy face hoping Will would
see and come take
him away,
"Swallow
more."
It was hurting
his lips as it was. He swallowed, taking more, and
made an unhappy
sound, hoping Mikael would realise he didn't like it.
Mikael reached
down and grabbed his head. "Make more of those
whimpers babe.
They make me wanna choke you till you're dead," He
said smiling,
"Glassy eyed and full of spunk."
Angel was
terrified. The stars told him to run. He tried to pull off
but Mikael's
hands were slowly sinking the cock into his throat.
"Whimper!"
he growled when Angel didn't. He slapped his face and
Angel whimpered
in pain.
"Good
boy."
**~~
Will was
wandering around the toilet block hallways. It definitely
did not take Liam
twenty-eight minutes to pee. He was probably lost.
He snuffed a
small laugh, smiling sympathetically as he imagined his
lover wandering
around the hallways looking confused.
He didn't want
him to miss out on all the `outside time' because the
guards were
hopeless. He wasn't in the toilet block, or the
hallways. He
tried the art room but the hallway leading to it was
locked, and Liam
didn't have a key. He peeked out one of the rooms'
windows and saw
Doyle sitting by himself looking very lost in
thought as he
stared across the yard.
Will pulled a
face and went back to the toilet block, deciding to
try around there
again. Maybe Liam saw him and was playing hide and
se –
He heard a pained
sound from the door he passed.
He looked back.
Storage room.
Just a mind
trick. He thought, moving on.
But then, some
murmurs and another whimper longer and heart-
freezingly
familiar. He opened the door and time slowed down to a
sedated gluggy
state. He saw someone's huge naked body turned away
from him and Liam
on his knees in front of it. He was naked and
crying and making
whimpers that were definitely not his usual
pleasure-filled
ones and his pretty rose lips trembled as they were
pumped full of
someone's nasty cock.
Will's face
seized and his eyes dried.
He was almost too
calm and collected as he grabbed the first object
his hand could
touch. A strong length of untreated wood, which he
promptly smashed
over the back of the man's head. The reverberations
hurt his arm but
the anger stayed in his hands clenching into the
weapon.
Liam's eyes
flicked open at the sound of wood on bone and he lifted
off the cock and
seemed to happily mouth his name. He might've said
it, but
everything was turned down low. Will's blood was rushing in
his ears.
Blood poured from
the contact point and Mikael turned around
dizzily. He
smacked the wood across his face, breaking it as the man
collapsed. He
threw the snapped wood down and grabbed Liam who was
on all fours on
the ground the blood that was pouring from Mikael's
head edging onto
his fingertips.
He was shaking
his head at it as Will pulled him to his feet,
wrapping him in a
hug. "Baby doll, don't go with Mikael, alright?"
he said, sounding
like it was through cotton wool.
"Blood blood
blood"
"Shh, don't
look it at, look at me."
Scared brown eyes
looked at him and softened. Time sped to normal
and sound came
back and he could hear the hitches of breath in
Liam's throat.
He looked at
Mikael. He wasn't moving. He nudged him with his foot
and Liam crouched
down, shaking and scared and pulled a piece of the
wood away, poised
to hit him if he moved.
"How many
times" Will and Liam both looked to the door as someone
ran up to it.
"…do I have to tell you, storeroom's off … JESUS!"
Barry yelled.
He gaped at Will
and then Liam who was naked and shivering and
frightened, and
then down to Mikael bleeding abundantly and staining
the floor red,
then back round at each of them again.
"What is it
Barr?" Another voice yelled down the corridor.
Barry shook his
head and leaned out of the storeroom. "Liam's beat
the shit out of
Mikael!"
"Really?"
Another guard ran
up and poked his head in.
"Fuck…
me!"
Will reached over
and pulled the wood out of Liam's hands, not
saying a word.
Liam looked at him doe-eyed and then covered his
groin.
"Mikael said
he was going to cho chh ch ch…"
"It's
alright Liam." Will breathed.
"Dr Telleck,
how'd …" The other guard asked, rubbing his chin as he
looked at Mikael.
Barry was moving warily over to the body.
"Walking
through. Heard the noises." He picked up his book and tried
not to look at
the unmoving body on the ground.
Barry was
crouched down, avoiding the red puddle and checking him
for signs of
life.
"He's still
breathing. Just out cold."
Will's shoulders
sagged in relief. He turned and Liam was looking at
him starry-eyed.
"You … you came in and … you…"
He picked up
Liam's uniform for him and handed it over with a small,
reassuring smile.
"Did he hurt you?"
Liam just stared
at him, holding the uniform against his chest like
a schoolgirl
holding her books.
"Here, you
fix Mikael up and I'll try to figure out what happened."
Will said to the
guards, pulling the still naked Liam out the door.
"Sure
Will." Barry said, running off to get a nurse probably.
"Good going
Angel." The other guard said with a gentle smile on his
face. "He'd
done that for far too long."
He pulled Liam
into an empty room and helped him clumsily put his
uniform back on.
He was shaken and traumatised. His fingers were up
touching his
mouth and he looked like he'd just been hit on the head
with the wood
that he'd hit Mikael with.
He gently pulled
one of Liam's hands away from his mouth and pushed
it through the
armhole.
He hoped Mikael
wasn't in a coma. He prayed he'd just knocked him
out. But no time
to think about that. He focused on Liam, who was
shaking his head
rapidly.
Tears starting
squeezing out between Liam's eyelids. "Will, you came
at …. He ….
Mikael was being" he sniffed.
"Here
baby." He said calmly, pulling out a mug from a cupboard and
filling it with
water from the dingy sink. Liam swilled the water
around in his
trembling mouth and then spat it out. He held the mug
out for more.
"Daddy, hold
me."
Will stepped back
with the filled mug and pulled Liam away from the
glass windowed
door so no one passing could see them. He pulled him
into a hug, hands
resting on Liam's ribs, hearing the water gulp
down his throat.
"I'm sorry I
let you take the blame, pet." He said, biting his
lip. "I'm
gonna get in so much trouble if they know it was me."
"Yes
Daddy." He said, before returning to gulp down the water, more
relaxed and happy
wrapped up in Will's arms.
"With you it
was self defence. With me … it was an unguarded attack.
From
behind." He felt the unease rise in his gut again.
Liam mumbled
something.
"Sorry
Pet?"
Liam squeezed him
tighter. "He said he wanted to choke me till I'm
dead." He
said, petulantly.
"What?!"
Will barked, making Liam flinch.
"He wanted
to choke me Will. Not nice. Good Kitty."
Will was suddenly
cruelly disinterested in whether Mikael was
comatose or not.
Will pushed
Liam's head onto his shoulder and kissed at his earlobe.
"Thankyou
Will-ee-um." He giggled. "Will-eeeee-um" He laughed
hysterically,
eyes still scared. "So dirty…"
He tugged gently
at Liam's hair, pulling his head back. He covered
the mouth with
his own and flicked his tongue against Liam's trying
to calm him down
in the most base of ways.
Liam slumped in
his arms until Will was holding his slack body up
completely. He
moved him against the wall.
"I was so
scared Daddy." He said, and Will smothered the hurt with
another loving,
long wet kiss. He ran his tongue along the curve of
his front teeth
and pulled away.
"I didn't
want to, but I was scared." He whined, the shock wearing
off a little in
Will's care. "He hurt me."
"He's evil
Pet. But I love you. Come on – do you want a shower?"
"Yes."
**~~**
It was all foggy.
The stars were murmuring to him, and so was Will,
calming him down,
unwinding the knots inside that Mikael had put
there.
His backside felt
raw and rubbed. He whined.
"…he
wants…" the conversation Will and the guards were having seemed
to drift in and
out. He watched Will, with his white hair, strong
hands guiding him
away from the body they were loading up onto a
stretcher. The
guards were all moving away with it.
Will looked like
a lion. A white roaring knight who had saved him.
He purred
quietly.
"… cleaned
up."
Clean.
He felt sleepy.
He wanted Will to
hug him, or kiss him again. He felt horrible
inside, like he
was going to be sick inside his head. "Will?"
"Right here,
Barry's going to take you to have a shower."
Barry? He stepped
away from the man. How did he know Barry wasn't
going to find it
hot in the showers?
The stars told
him he knew no such thing.
"I want
Will."
"Angel."
Will said.
"I don't
want … to see me..." he tried to explain.
Barry and Will
looked at each other for a moment, and then, as if
they'd decided,
Barry handed over some keys and walked away after
the stretcher and
Will was alone in the hall with him.
He roared softly.
"White
lion." He whispered.
Will smiled
slightly and led him to the shower block, opening the
door. He scooted
Angel inside without a word and walked with him to
the benches that
were off the wet ground. The showers were strange.
Most of the
showers were just hanging on the ceiling and everyone
stood on the
slightly raised part in the centre of the room. Angel
assumed this was
so the guards could watch them all at once. But
there were two
special showers up the back, in moderate privacy.
Slight half walls
were around those and if you stood up against the
wall, no one in
the room could see you. Angel knew that because he'd
been a `special
case' and was allowed to shower up the back with
only one of the
guards watching him.
After the first
few months they'd gotten tired of breaking up the
fights at shower
time. Angel had started to get sick at shower time
cause every time
he went he'd be poked and tugged and slapped and
hands all over
him and the men trying to push him down on the floor
and the yells and
the horrible words and the fingers and cocks just
like Mikael and
he slapped him and wanted to choke him to dea …
"Baby?"
Will's voice
drifted in. He looked at him but couldn't conjure an
emotion on his
face. Will was just watching him with gentle blue
eyes. The angry
hate-fire that had burned them yellow when he'd
walked into the
storeroom was never shown to him. Only love in his
eyes for Angel.
Angel tried to
purr but it came out weak and broken.
Thankyou.
"Thankyou for caring enough to look at me like that."
Everyone else
looked with smugness or superiority or anger or
disgust. Will
only looked with "...love."
He sniffed and
Will's thumb brushed across his cheek. He raised his
eyes and the same
gentle gaze was watching him. He was waiting for
an answer, but
not impatiently.
"Sorry?"
Angel asked, unafraid of punishment for not listening.
"I said do
you want me to lock the door?" He reached up with white
fingers and
pushed Angel's hair back, his fingers feeling nice as
they pushed
through. He lent his head on one of Will's hands and let
him finger comb
his hair back for a while.
Everywhere he
turned it seemed like something bad was happening, so
it made this
little moment between them seem special. Even though
Will's face was
sad and Angel knew that it would end soon. He didn't
want it to. He
didn't want to be hiding.
"Will I ever
get out of here?"
Will didn't
answer but kept brushing his fingers through his hair.
"What if I
don't? What if I'm here till I die?"
"Baby shhh,
lets not talk about …things … now."
He closed his
eyes as he moved to rest his cheekbone on the palm. "I
was sent here to
die. I won't get out."
"Angel…"
The hand stopped
combing his hair back and moved down to smooth down
the side of his
face.
"They put me
in here for life. Im going to wake up and be old in the
mirror one day
and I'll have lived all my life in here. And then
I'll die and
they'll bury me out in that graveyard."
Will's body
slumped against his and he opened his eyes. Will was
resting his head
on Angel's shoulder.
"Don't even
talk about that. I don't want to hear it." He murmured,
his voice
cracking half way through.
Angel had never
really thought about being in here until he died.
But he guessed he
would be. But at least he'd have Will.
"You won't
quit your job will you?"
"No, baby,
never." He felt kisses along his collarbone.
"What if you
get fired?"
"Oi!"
Will said in mock indignation, which lifted both their moods a
little. "Are
you saying I'm incompetent?"
Angel smiled
mischievously and looked at the doorway to see if
anyone was coming
in. It was pretty safe, so he walked down to his
favourite cubicle
and Will followed. Will sat on the guard's bench
across from the
stall and tried to watch inconspicuously as Angel
stripped out of
his clothes.
"I know
you're watching Daddy, don't try to hide." He said stepping
out of the
uniform and cupping his cock. He bounced it in his hand a
few times.
Will smiled but
made no move to get closer to him. He cocked his
head and purred.
"No playing
Pet. Have a shower."
Oh yeah. He
suddenly felt things crawling over him, Mikael's words
and anger, so he
stepped in and turned the shower on, blasting all
the things on his
skin away. Will's hand appeared over his shoulder
handing him some
new soap and he took it, holding onto the hand and
trying to coax it
to rub around his body. Another hand just patted
his butt and then
they both slipped away. He turned and pouted,
rubbing the soap
into bubbles and cream in his hands. He gestured
for Will to join
him.
Will shook his
head playfully from the seat.
Angel started
feeling a bit insecure. He looked down at himself and
back up at Will.
Will was looking at him mostly happy, a little sad
and a lot of
lust.
"Why
not?"
"Not right
now, maybe later."
Angel's cock was
starting to rise from Will's gaze. "But I want to
thank you."
"You don't
need to."
"Want to
thankyou for being a big white lion and scaring them away."
Will made no
move, just sat with a strange small smile curving the
pink of his lips.
His eyes skated up and down Angel's body.
"Im all wet
Daddy."
"I can see
that." He mused, his tongue curling up behind his front
teeth, which
Angel knew meant he was having horny thoughts.
"You want to
play with me when I'm all wet now, don't you?" He
asked, reaching
down to flick at his cock
"Not
today." He smiled and took his eyes off Angel, content to watch
the door instead.
Angel meowed but
Will just smiled at the door. He turned a little
disappointed and
let the water spray over his face. That always felt
good. Like being
out at dusk when the sky's purple and yellow and
the first raindrops
fall against you unexpected.
"I like the
rain." He murmured to the stars that were painting sea
foam green sky
and content purring feeling pictures in his head. He
felt very safe
now, even if he and Will weren't playing.
He stood under
the shower spray until Will tapped him on the
shoulder and he
turned around hopeful for a licking tongue and some
curious fingers
and was wrapped in a towel and Will –arms instead.
He leant into
him, wet arms around Will's shoulders making his shirt
wet, but he
didn't mind and he felt Will's hands smoothing across
his wet
shoulders. He ran his fingers up to touch the new white
strands, silver,
sweeping them back with water until his hair was
slick.
Will dried him
off quickly, watching the door every few moments and
then kissed him,
wet and open mouthed, almost clumsily with so much
affection and
earnest. Angel loved it.
Will picked up
his uniform from the bench and held it out, giving
him a quick peck
when he leant forward to get it. He cackled. He
loved it when
Will was this fun.
After Angel was
dressed Will took his hand and led him to the door.
He smiled a tiny
bit, sad and heavy before he dropped the hand to
open the door and
walk out into the hallway.
Angel purred at
him anyway, flicking his fingers against Will's as
his arms swung.
Will joined in the game, his fingers brushing
against Angel's.
"Do you want
to go back outside?"
He shook his
head. He wanted to play.
"Remembering
that we're not playing today." He reminded.
Angel pouted.
"Allen's
sitting by himself." He pointed out the door. Angel raised
an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"Okay. I'll
see you later."
He nodded.
"Thankyou."
Will gave him a
confused smile and opened the door for him. He
walked through
and out into the bright light. He turned around and
Will was watching
him.
He gave a little
wave and wandered back over to Doyle.