Title: Phoenix Chapter Seventeen
Author: Inca
Feedback: And
we'll play the cute yet nonsensical game-
[email protected]
Rating NC17
AU Liam/William
Disclaimer: They
don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers: AU
Summary: I may
have lost their voices a little as most of this was
written on, like,
a barrel of Midori and Vodka. *Breathes* I think
im gonna yak.
**
"Aiiieeeeee…."
Liam was moaning from his place, naked on his knees
on Will's desk.
He was facing away, Will's tongue fucking into his
ass in quick
flicks as Will sat on his chair and held Liam's cheeks
even further
open.
Liam started making
his usual chipmunk noises and Will snorted with
laughter
involuntarily pulling his tongue out of the clenching
muscle.
Liam looked over
his shoulder wounded, eyes a little wet and mouth
red and open
panting for air. His body still had droplets on it from
his shower and
his hair hung in damp strands.
Will smiled,
twisted his tongue in his mouth to get the cramps out
of it and,
watching Liam's big puppy eyes, leant in and layed a long
hard lick across
his arsehole. The tip of his tongue dipping into
the spit slicked
hole before slipping out and running past. Liam's
body clenched
with the movement and his turned forward again as all
his muscles
tightened and made his back arch. He let out some pants
and a moan.
Liam loved being
tongue fucked. He'd never met anyone who loved it
this much.
He slipped his
tongue in again and all the soggy papers underneath
Liam's wet knees
were torn as he shifted about. Will pulled him
towards himself
so he could have more of his back against his chair.
Liam's knees were
just perched on the desk, his feet and curling
toes beside
Will's arms.
He grunted and
Will started playing the game where he tried to curl
his tongue around
the inside of Liam's rind and then tried to suck-
pull it out. Liam
was shuddering, his body shaking like he was cold,
his hands fisting
around the other side on the desk.
Will placed his
palm on the small of Liam's back and pushed down, so
his knees would
be forced to spread more which would open his ass up.
Will loved it
when Liam was unashamedly spread wide open.
The noises of the
papers crinkling and tearing, the desk groaning
under about 220
pounds of shifting horny Liam accompanied the
sucking and
slurping and various animal noises filling the room and
making Will's
cock angrily hard.
He reached in
between the twitching thighs to start pulling at
Liam's cock. He
gave it a few flicks and soon Liam was bucking into
his hands, trying
to coordinate so he could ride the tongue inside
him as well as
fucking into his fist.
"Ooof,
Daddy! Stars!"
Will didn't
answer, just leant in more, his chair squeaking and
pushed his tongue
as far in as he could, trying to nibble against
the puckered skin
that was drawing him inside.
He pulled on
Liam's cock, and twisted his insides around his tongue,
making Liam
wriggle and groan loudly, pant and try to pull away and
push back, too
lost in the sensations to know what was happening.
Will's tongue
started to cramp up so he decided to end it, pumping
Liam's cock
quickly to build up the orgasm and then completed it by
flicking the slit
with his nail, scratching him, just a little, the
way he liked it.
Liam froze for a
second and then his hips jerked forward covering
Will's desk and
books and some of the keys of his keyboard in white
spend as Will
leant forward to lick over the swollen arsehole as the
orgasm shuddered
through his body.
With a slight
rough meow he collapsed forward, resting his head on
his forearms with
another groan of protest from the desk.
Will could hear
the breathy pants as he licked Liam's hole, like a
cat cleaning
another, feeling the shudders under his tongue, easing
him down from his
climax.
He gave one last
lick and leant back in his chair, snapping the
cricks out of his
neck that had settled there from being in an
awkward position
for a while. He reached down and rubbed himself as
he leered at the
open wet entry twitching over the hanging balls and
the semi hard
cock. He unzipped his pants and started to wank
himself roughly,
reaching up to tease the hole with his fingertip,
his cock drooling
at the sight.
His gaze drifted
over Liam's spent cock and then alighted on Liam's
face. He was
watching him between his thighs with a distant smile on
his face. He sat
up on his knees, looking like a very beautiful
ornament for a
moment, before he let one long leg slip on the desk
onto the ground
and then shifted so he could get the other foot onto
the floor as
well.
His long toes
were twitching a little. "Pins and needles." He
murmured, trying
to work the feeling back into his feet as Will
watched him and
jacked like Liam was putting on a strip show,
looking up the
hard chest and belly, long arms stretching out and
trying to work
the orgasm fog from himself. Eyes sleepy and face
blissfully
vacant.
Will pulled at
his cock viciously as he watched mesmerised.
After a moment,
Liam smiled his most sexy pin up boy toy smile and
slid down between
his knees. "Can I help Daddy?" he asked, rolling
the words off his
tongue.
The statement
made Will jack even faster, trying to relieve the
pressure. Liam's
long fingers curled around the base of his cock and
slowly pushed his
own hand off, jacking him at such a slow gentle
pace it was
almost painful.
"Baby,
harder…" He groaned.
Liam smiled and
went even slower, teasing him. He looked down at the
wet haired head
and wicked eyes, and long naked gorgeous body
kneeling before
him and reached down with his own hand to try to
speed things up.
Liam hissed playfully and slapped it away.
"I want to
play my way."
"We just
played with you, your way, Pet. Now lets play the game
where you get me
off quickly."
"No."
He smiled, sex in his eyes. "The long slow game." He said,
squeezing up
Will's cock lovingly.
He groaned.
"Pet…"
"Slow."
"Faster!"
He pleaded, he felt like he was about to explode, starting
with his balls.
"Bloody hell pet, we'll do slow later."
"Slow."
He said pulling at Will's cock like he was trying to wake it
up, like it was
shy and he was trying to coax it into playing.
His balls were
twitching uncomfortably.
"Pet, I love
you, harder."
Liam pouted his
flushed lips and then leant forward, swallowing his
cock and pumping
his head up and down, lips in a tight circle that
was making Will's
eyes roll back. A hand fondled his balls with
white-hot
roughness and then moved down to worm a finger into his
arsehole.
He opened his
mouth in a silent scream as he felt the long finger
pressingly
against his spot insistently and felt the orgasm bubbling
up in thick
viscous fire in his balls. Liam felt it too and
completed him
with a few rough bounces of his head, purposefully
careless of teeth
and scraping until Will shot against the back of
his throat in a
howl of relief and enjoyment of the void of thinking.
He panted,
running his fingers through the drying damp tacky head
between his legs,
slowly moving the now gentle mouth fractionally
back and forth as
his mind started flicking on again. Liam suckled
on him contently,
murmuring around the softening cock in his mouth,
loving the
fingers in his hair. Looking down to see the sleepy eyed
face sliding up
and down slightly on his prick made his balls twitch.
Liam stood up
after a moment and just stood, watching Will in his
afterglow. He
pulled him down onto his lap, his hands holding onto
Will's shoulders,
his feet up on the windowsill behind the chair.
Will ran his
hands over flesh, all the flesh, all he could find as
Liam purred
happily, his head back on his shoulders.
Sadness started
chipping away at his glow when he focused on the
tattoo on his
chest. He hardly even saw it anymore. Just part of
him. A part of
who he was now. He ran his fingers over it, feeling
the slightly
raised edges from where it had gotten infected all that
time ago.
His lips curled
in hate as he suddenly wished he'd hit Mikael
harder. Wished
he'd fucking embedded the wood into his brain.
He wished he'd
killed him.
He leant forward
and pressed a tender kiss to the defiled skin, so
soft and gentle,
in black and white contrast to the bloodthirsty
thoughts circling
his mind like red eyed sick vultures.
He wished he'd
killed him.
He wished he'd
fucking beaten the bastard's skull into bloody pieces.
He wanted to.
Still. Wanted to go and smother him with a pillow
while he lay
unconscious in the hospital. Wanted to stab him then
pull the blanket
up over the wounds. As if killing him would get
back the tiny
fragments of Liam that he'd destroyed.
He kissed the
word again. Kissed away the memories and the meaning
until Liam was
purring as he watched, oblivious to everything but
the affection
Will was showing him.
Wanted to track
down Harlen. Sniff him out like a bloodhound and rip
him apart with
his teeth.
With every
murderous image that rose blood stained and black thorned
in his mind, he
simply kissed Liam softer and sweeter. They were all
for him anyway.
All the thoughts. He pulled his face down do he
could reach his
lips.
He leant forward
obediently, purring and ran his hands through
Will's hair,
tickles of laughter being smothered by Will's tongue.
" …and
green?" Liam murmured.
"Green,
yellow, every colour of the bloody rainbow."
Liam's lips
covered his own again for a few wet, sucking moments and
then he pulled
back. "Do you see it?"
He looked up into
the guileless eyes and felt his stomach flip
over. "I see
you Pet. I don't need anything else."
Liam smiled
secretively and swayed down to kiss him again.
**
Will closed the
book and flung it across the room in frustration.
All these books.
And not one bloody bit of useful information in
them.
He let his body
loll in the dining room chair fitfully. A pained
look creased
across his face and he reached up to try to smooth it
away with his
fingertips, but it stayed stubbornly.
He glared at the
golden `Nosferatu' print across the cover and then
turned back to
much more helpful books.
He'd dropped Liam
back of at his room and indulged himself in some
chaste kissing
games, managing to sneak out before the guard came.
He visited his
other patients on the way back, a little trick he'd
developed, so it
wouldn't look like he was just visiting Liam in his
room.
It was working
wonders.
Wiltho's was
calling him `employee of the month'.
He glanced up at
the clock on his wall, in between a sketch of a
sparrow and a
much more detailed view of Liam's room from his bed,
to read the
hands.
He yawned as if
seeing the time had made him realise how tired he
was. He opened
the book anyway, wanting to get a head start on the
chapter. New
evidences or circumstances. He figured that this was
the best angle to
use to reopen the trial, because all that other
jazz –
disqualified jury member, malpractice … didn't seem to be
holding promise.
"…technical
findings which are inclining towards the fact that the
defendant is not
the actual offender …"
His heart sped
up, skipping a few beats in its ardour.
He had that, from
the M.E. He had that!
He felt like he
couldn't breathe. His hand raised up impotently and
tapped against
his chest as if this would help. He could take
Melinda's
findings and get Sutherland to open the case again.
His eyes fell
back to the printed words excitedly.
His heart and
shoulders sank. "…however, `opined' previously
incorrectly
assessed evidence raised is not admitted."
Melinda had
already brought it up in her testimony.
He sat still for
a moment. Then he hefted the book and hurled it as
far as he could;
watching in perverse glee as it slammed against the
kitchen cabinet
and fluttered weakly to the ground.
"FUCK!"
He screamed before he got control of himself.
He slumped back
into the chair and sulked. His eyes drifted around
his dark empty
apartment. He wished Liam were here. He smiled at the
thought. At the
thought of him `needing' someone. But he did.
He felt like he
was slamming into brick walls at every turn, instead
of having doors
open for him like they always had.
His life had been
difficult, always giving things up to jump ahead.
Sports teams for
books, friends for a higher grade – but it had all
paid off. He
always received something for his troubles.
Now?
Now nothing was
paying off and Liam needed him and he couldn't do
anything. He felt
empty. Like he'd been vacuumed out.
He rubbed his
eyes and hauled himself out of the chair. He wandered
slowly to his
room, looking at all the drawings created by a
careful,
long-fingered hand, and felt weak.
He crawled into
his bed and snapped of the lamp.
Will pulled up
the covers around him, trying to find some shred of
comfort in the
cloth. It had been a long time since Liam had lain on
his bed that
night and filled the material and the room with his
murmuring sleep.
He'd washed his sheets many times since Liam had
slept in them.
He couldn't even
pretend Liam's scent still filled them.
**~~**
"Angel,
sweets, I'm glad to see you." Will said as he came into the
art room.
Angel was happy.
Will missed him and they'd only been apart for
… "When was
the last time I saw you?"
"Last night.
But I had a bad night." He said, slipping down into the
seat next to him.
"Bad night."
They'd only been
apart for a night. "Maybe you can stay next time,
and we'll wake up
together and …"
He played a
little fantasy in his head of them both waking up in the
morning sunlight
and stretching out the slight cramps they'd get
from sleeping on
the narrow bed.
Then they'd …
"Play."
Angel hummed. He
should draw what should happen.
"Where are
my pencils?"
Will rattled the
tin in front of him and he reached out for it. He
never seemed to
see the tin. It didn't matter, Will always saw it
for him. They
worked well together like that.
He noticed Will's
hand had settled on his thigh and he purred. The
hand started to
rub a little.
He shivered and
started sketching what he could see. Will was
wearing a ring
today. Shiny. He smiled and melted a little as Will's
arm wrapped
around his waist, pulling his body to him. He rested
comfortably in
the space, feeling Will's body against his own was
like candy.
Yellow.
He giggled and
finished the drawing before holding his hand out,
palm down
hovering about Will's chest height.
"What are
you doing?"
"Play a game
with me?"
The other arm
around his waist squeezed him tighter. "Okay, how do I
play?"
"Hold you
hand out like mine." Will obliged.
"Okay now …
put as many fingers out as you want and curl the rest."
Will looked at
him for a second before making a fist, but leaving
his forefinger
and middle finger out of it.
"You
lose!" Angel said happily, and pulled Will's other hand to his
crotch.
"What? I
don't understand the game."
Angel grinned.
"The loser has to play with the other one." He said,
massaging Will's
hand around on his crotch.
"Okay…"
Will said with a lopsided smile, but he squeezed and stroked
him through his
pants anyway.
He let Will play
with him for longer than necessary, purring as Will
popped the lower
buttons of his uniform and slipped his hand around
him, flesh to
flesh. His toes curled at the feelings and he pulled
Will's hand out.
"Okay, round
two. You do it for me now."
"Sorry
Pet?"
"Play for
me. Do what you did before, but new fingers."
Will frowned,
confused, before holding his hand out, making a fist
and leaving his
pinky out of it.
"I
win." He giggled, and pulled Will's hand back into his pants.
"I don't
understand Pet. What's the game about." He asked laughing a
little, but
letting Angel guide his hand.
He let out a
little groan as Will squeezed him. "I'll show you."
He held his hand
out, flat, and left it there. "You lose again." He
smiled, drawing
his hand back. "You have to kiss me now."
He watched Will,
acting coy and batting his eyelashes. He kissed the
air. Will shook
his head a little, still squeezing at Angel's cock
and leant
forward, licking across his lips before plunging his
tongue in between
them. Angel started thrusting up into the hand.
He broke away.
"One more go. Yours."
Will chuckled. He
held his hand out flat like Angel had done. "Did I
get it
right?"
"No!"
Angel laughed. He stood up and sat up on the table, spreading
his legs around
Will's body and watched him shake his head, smiling.
"I don't get
it. Explain it to me."
"I won the
game." He said simply.
"It's easy
to win when you're the only one that knows the rules." He
pouted a little.
Angel tutted at
his pretty sulky face. "You lost." He drawled the
words out,
teasing them in the air.
"Yeah?"
his blue eyes flicked down to the swollen cock in front of
him. "So
what's the loser got to do this time?"
Angel grinned sneakily
and cupped his hands around Will's head,
pulling him
towards his crotch.
"This I
understand." Will murmured as he pulled Angel's thighs
forward a little,
lifting them over his shoulders so his face was in
Angel's lap. He
licked up the shaft suddenly and Angel's legs tensed
around Will's
head. Will made a surprised noise and pulled Angel's
thighs away from
his neck.
He coughed and
reached up to rub his throat. "Okay, bad idea." He
chuckled, pulling
one of Angel's legs down under his arm so he
wouldn't get
choked.
His mouth sank
back down into Angel's lap.
"I like to
win Daddy." Angel panted; feeling like his body was being
suckled out
through his cock, into the warm wet heaven surrounding
him. The lights
went dim, and swirls appeared around the edges of
his eyesight.
"Yellow…"
he murmured, trying to tell Will.
Will's hand
reached up and ran under the still buttoned top half of
his uniform,
petting down his chest. He felt even more like a …
"Kitty…"
"Angel-cat."
Will breathed around his cock, agreeing.
His toes curled.
**~~**
"Hey
Liam."
Angel looked up
and frowned. "Angel." He said softly to the guard.
He squinted. He
didn't think he'd ever seen this guard before. He
had blonde hair
that was longer than most and he looked a little
older than Angel.
His hands fidgeted along his black belt and he
rocked back on
his feet a lot.
"Sorry,
Angel." He sat down on the ground next to him and looked out
across the men
running and skittering around the yard.
"Where's
your friend?" he asked.
"Doyle?"
"Yes."
"He's sick
today. They told me to go outside and after outside time
is finished, then
I could come back and see him."
"Ah. Well. I
wanted to speak to you anyway."
The stars didn't
like this man. They whispered callously about him.
They were wary.
"What
about?"
"Well … do
you know who I am?"
"A
guard?"
"Yes.
Steve." He held his hand out and Angel shook it.
"Hello."
"Hey."
He said with a smile. "Anyway, I'm new here. Just started … a
couple of weeks
ago."
"Yes."
He said to show he was following.
"I look
after the video surveillance. The man before me got canned
because they
found out they were paying him to surf the net and
sleep. He didn't
actually watch any of the tapes…"
"Oh. Okay."
Angel said, very confused as to why the man was telling
him all this.
He scratched at
his ear.
"Yeah. So
anyway, I saw you go into Dr Telleck's office. And you
were in there for
a very long time. Almost four hours."
"Yes. A
session." He replied, like Will had told him to. He finished
with a smile.
"Oh
okay." Steve said, "But on some other tapes? I saw some stuff."
"Yeah?"
Angel asked, wondering if this was just an inmate who had
stolen a guard's
uniform. He spoke strangely. He gazed out across
the yard and got
interested in a group playing baseball.
"Yeah. You
know you can see into the art room with one of the
cameras?"
"Can
you?" he asked, watching the men run.
"Yup. Lots
of stuff happens in the art room doesn't it?" He gestured
for Angel to get
up and walk with him a little. Angel picked himself
up off the ground
and dusted at his butt before following the guard
around the side
of the building, away from the main yard. He pulled
out some keys and
let them into an empty hallway. Angel looked
around. It was
pretty boring, but he didn't think he'd been there
before so that
made it fun.
"This is
new." He said looking down the length of it, trying to
figure out how
many footsteps it would take to get down it and then
studying the
doors. No glass in the doors so they weren't for the
inmates.
"Yeah. So …
what happens in the art room?"
He raised his
eyebrows. "Painting?" he leant against a wall and
Steve came up and
stood in front of him.
"Many tapes
of you painting. But … other stuff. With Dr Telleck?"
Angel tugged on
his hair and giggled as he thought about the things
he and Will had
done in the art room. It was a good place cause no
one was ever
around.
"Like
what?" He teased.
Steve lowered his
voice and leant into Angel's ear. "Like kissing
and fucking and
wicked looking blowjobs."
He giggled. Steve
had guessed. He was smiling a little so he didn't
think it would be
any trouble. He laughed again and twisted his hair
into curls,
watching them fall out after a few moments.
His hair felt
nice. Smooth. He'd washed his hair in Will's room and
he had
conditioner and everything, which made his fur silky.
"So … is
this something I should know about?" Steve asked petting
him along his
thigh. "Do you do that with everyone?" He stood really
close.
"No. Only
with Will."
"Really?
Cause I saw a few things with a few other prisoners here."
Angel was
confused. "Which?"
"Big guy,
tall like six five."
"What?"
Angel frowned. This man was too confusing.
"I've seen
you. I watched through all the tapes. You don't fuck him
as often,
recently. More the nice doctor, right?" The fingers
trailed up his
thigh. Angel didn't answer. Steve smiled at him
patronisingly.
"Don't worry
`bout it." He sighed, laughing a little. "Will goes to
your room at
night doesn't he?"
"Yes.
Sometimes." He gently pushed the hand away from his crotch and
Steve relented;
though he still stood really close.
"What do you
do?"
"We play
with each other."
Steve looked
horny. Angel decided to focus out the window. It was
actually quite a
nice view. He could see the road leading into the
prison from here.
"…other?"
Angel focused.
"Sorry?"
"I said,
what does that mean, play with each other?" He realised
Steve's hand was
pawing at his crotch again and he frowned a little
and pushed it
away with his finger.
"We play
with fingers and things." He said slowly, wondering why
this man was so
interested.
"Cocks? Does
he fuck you in your cell?"
He didn't live in
a cell. He had a room. He didn't answer, just
looked at the
man. Even though he'd shown him this new hallway, he
still didn't like
him. He was a bit weird.
"I've seen
the things you do in the art room. It turned me on."
Angel wasn't sure
what he was meant to say. "Okay."
Steve took his
hand and placed it against his crotch and held it
there. Angel
looked down to see his hand pressed against the bulge.
He blinked. Steve
started to rub himself against his hand. Angel
wasn't quite sure
what to do. Steve didn't seem to be letting his
wrist go, so he
just let him hump his hand. That was okay. He
couldn't even see
his cock so it wasn't … bad. Although it felt
strange to be
doing this. It felt like something he should do with
Will.
"You are so
hot." Steve panted as he squeezed his hand around
Angel's.
"You sound weird but you're so fucking hot."
He sounded weird?
He made a face but Steve didn't catch it, he was
too busy staring
at Angel's hand against him.
He looked out the
window disinterested until he felt his hand being
pushed into
Steve's pants. He pulled it away and shook his head a
little.
"I don't
want to do that."
Steve leant
against the wall with one hand resting next to Angel's
cheek. He
squeezed himself with the other hand. "Oh come on!" he
pleaded roughly.
He unzipped his pants.
"Uhh…"
He waited a few moments, hoping Steve would forget. "Can I go
back
outside?"
"No."
He let the upset
come onto his face so Steve would know he wasn't
enjoying himself.
Steve didn't
notice, he just pulled Angel's hand back to his waving
cock. Angel's
hand was limp as it brushed against the wet length and
he mewled and
made unhappy noises. Steve sighed harshly in
frustration.
"Angel, jerk
me off."
"… but I
don't want to."
"Come on,
you little cocktease."
Angel mewled
again. Steve didn't seem to understand he didn't want
to.
"Come on,
I'm not hurting you."
That was true…
Steve wasn't hitting him like Mikael did.
He reached
forward and gave a quick squeeze to the cock thrumming
against his
thigh.
"I so know
what Telleck's getting out of you. You're so innocent.
Like a
virgin."
"Im not a
virgin." He frowned. He looked outside again and Steve
fingers pulled
his jaw back around.
"Telleck's a
very dirty man."
"Will? Will's
lovely." Angel said, trying to ignore the strange cock
rubbing against
his thigh.
"Pull me
off."
They'd gone
through this. Angel was sure of it.
"Angel,
listen to me, I know you cant really understand but try to
listen. I know a
secret about you and Dr Telleck. A big whopper of a
secret. Naughty
and bad secret. If I tell Wiltho's or anyone, Dr
Telleck will be
in shit up to his eyeballs, so you should keep me
happy. That way I
won't tell"
Angel frowned as
his mind stumbled. He was confused. "I don't
understand. You
said too many things and I got lost."
Steve rolled his
eyes and laughed at him like Angel was the funniest
thing he'd ever
heard. Angel drew back. He felt like things were
crawling over his
chest, but inside.
Steve was
laughing at him. In a mean way.
"Don't
–" he started but Steve cut him off.
"Okay I'll
make it simple so it can get through. Do what I want. Or
I tell on Dr
Telleck and he'll be in trouble."
Will? In trouble?
"No I don't
want … that." He said.
"Well then.
Jerk it."
Angel wasn't
quite sure of the connection. Maybe it just connected
because Steve was
weird. But he didn't want Will in trouble.
He reached out
and started pulling at the short fat cock.
"Oh, that's
good. Good boy."
Good?
Yes.
He kept pulling,
staring out the window at the trees bending a
little in the
breeze until Steve shuddered and spat white onto his
uniform. He
looked down at the white and then back up to see Steve's
reaction.
"Good."
Steve panted, leaning heavily against him. "Good little
boy." He
chuckled.
"Not a
little boy." He mumbled. He really didn't like this man.
"Course
not."
He pulled out a
tissue and rubbed it across the white on his thigh.
It was still
drying a bit stiff and Angel looked down at it with
distaste.
"Come on,
out you go." He pushed Angel out the door and back into
the yard.
Angel sat down
against the wall where he was before he met Steve.
Steve babbled
away next to him, but he didn't listen. He hummed
along to the star
songs in his head for a while and when he turned
back, Steve had
left.
He meowed.