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:
Phoenix, Chapter Sixteen
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
England.

"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
Buckingham Palace,
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
England, 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
England?"

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
Buckingham Palace.

"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
England too but then they'd grown all fuzzy again while
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.



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