Title:
Author: Inca
Feedback: Because
otherwise? I get lost in corridors-
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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
***
He watched the
underside of his bed sleepily, counting the springs.
It was morning,
the sunlight was in a bar across the floor, and he
was waiting for
his meds.
He absently poked
at the mattress through the small squares of
metal, wishing
Will would come see him.
He hadn't seen
him yesterday, and only briefly the day before.
He meowed
pitifully.
He wanted to
play. That always made him feel better. He pouted at
the springs.
His door closed
and he looked out smiling. "Will." He purred.
He slid his
shoulders along the gritted floor so his head poked out.
The smiled fell
from his face and turned into an anxious frown.
"Hello."
Steve said, holding up his cup of meds.
He looked at the
cup, then at Steve, then grabbed the springs
beneath the bed
and pulled himself back under the protection. He
stared at the
springs.
Steve was
starting to frighten him.
"Come
on." Steve laughed. "Come out."
He knelt next to
the bed and Angel could feel his eyes, but he
stared at the bed
resolutely, twining his hands into the metal
webbing.
Steve's hand
brushed against his face and he flinched away. Steve
laughed and ran his
fingers gently across his thigh instead.
"Why do you
sleep under the bed?" He asked, still laughing.
Angel didn't
answer, just stared at his fingers going a bit red in
the metal and
waited for Steve to go.
"Scared of
monsters?" He laughed again, and it needled.
"Don't you
like me?" Steve asked, his fingers running up to the
waist of Angel's
sweatpants. "I like you."
Angel jerked his
hips up as violently as he could, aiming to
dislodge the
spider hand. Steve's fingers got trapped between
Angel's hipbone
and the metal bed frame and he fell back onto his
butt with a hiss,
holding his hand up to his chest.
"Im sorry Im
sorry Im sorry Im sorry"
Steve stood up
and kicked the bed violently, making it rattle above
him, as he tried
to get closer to the wall.
"Take your
meds." Steve's voice snapped.
He left but Angel
stayed under the bed, panting a little, his
fingers still
clasping onto the metal web.
**~~**
He saw Liam
walking through the hallways the next day and caught his
elbow making him
turn.
"Just for a
second Benning?" He asked the group's leader.
They were heavy
on group work this month. He had no idea why,
must've missed
that memo. The man nodded and Will steered Liam into
a spare room as
the entourage went on ahead.
"Daddy."
He said happily.
"Yep, Pet.
How are you today? Im sorry I missed our session the
other day. Really
sick."
He nodded.
"Are we still having one today?"
"Yep, this
evening."
Liam pouted.
"Too long."
"I know, but
group's going all day."
He pouted again,
exaggerating it almost comically.
"I know
baby, but I'll talk to you then. We have two hours this
evening to make
up for the time I missed."
"Ooooh."
He murmured coyly, stepping close and running his index
finger down
Will's shirt to his belt buckle.
Will smirked and
led them back out into the hall, letting his hand
ghost over Liam's
butt. Liam smiled naughtily.
They started
walking to the hall and fell silent. Liam kept looking
at him, and Will
knew he wanted to ask him something.
"What's new
baby?"
"Not much.
Doyle's parole is up." Liam said, too casually.
Ah.
Will slowed his
pace. "You're upset."
He smiled,
embarrassed. "A little, maybe. But I'm happy too."
"I know you
would be."
The walked a
little in silence.
"When?"
"Next
month."
"Is he going
to be here for your birthday?" Will asked, a little
concerned. Liam
would be devastated if he left right before his
birthday, he knew
it.
Liam turned to
him beaming. "You know my birthday." He purred.
Will laughed.
"I know everything about you."
Liam shook his
head playfully. "Not everything. Not all the stars
and every colour
of me."
"Well … most
of you."
Liam nodded.
"When's yours?"
"My
birthday? June." He paused. He'd had a realisation that morning,
but he felt
strangely shy about bringing it up. He'd known it was
coming for a
while but …
He swallowed.
"Do you know what the day after tomorrow is?"
He frowned.
"That movie?"
Will thought
about his wording and smiled. "Um, yes. But it's also
our one
year."
Liam whipped
towards him. "Our anniversary!" He laughed and jumped a
little as they
were walking. "Are we seeing each other?"
Will turned and
wanted to kiss him, but they were in the hallways
and … they
couldn't. "Yes we are. Two hour session, yeah? I'm taking
the next one
off."
Liam pouted.
"So we could
see each other on our anniversary" He clarified
quickly, hoping
Liam wouldn't get too upset.
"…rather
have …" he trailed off, but he was smiling goo-ily.
"So would I
pet." He said, understanding.
They were at the
hall.
"I will see
you this evening."
Liam nodded and
slipped into the noisy hall, smiling, and with many
looks back over
his shoulder.
**
He collected Liam
that evening and walked him to his office, opening
the door and
letting him inside. Liam wandered in humming and turned
around shyly,
waiting for Will's voice. He smiled, amused, when he
saw Will watching
him.
"Beautiful."
Will murmured, watching the sharp lines of his face in
the dimming
afternoon light.
His gaze flicked
to the carpet, still smiling though. He opened his
mouth to say
something but thought better of it.
Will had been
waiting all day to see him, his bones were shifting
and itchy for
Liam, like an addict biting and clawing for a fix. He
was one step away
from obsession, but he didn't want to change, no
matter how
damaging the books said his behaviour was.
He remembered
their encounter before last. He'd forgotten to ask
about it this
morning because he'd been antsy about their
anniversary. He
wasn't upset Liam didn't remember. He didn't really
expect him to …
he didn't really know what day it was now. He didn't
know what month
it was. But … it didn't matter.
"What was
wrong Pet?"
He looked up.
"When?"
"When I saw
… in the hall. I had to go see Kate?"
"Oh…"
He smiled. "I don't want to talk about that right now." He
looked shy.
"What do you
want to talk about then?" Will said, his voice low and
teasing as he
came up to him.
Liam watched him
mesmerised. "Fun… nice things." He smiled again,
and a blush
started rising high on his cheeks.
"I can do
nice." Will said gravelly, mesmerised by the man in front
of him. He was so
fucking horny for him and the shyness and the
blushing wasn't
helping.
Will's fingers
played up his thighs. He laughed and watched Will's
face, raising an
eyebrow, and sweeping his own fingertips over
Will's.
"You're
horny." He teased.
"I am,
Pet." He said roughly.
"Good."
He leant in and gave him a chaste peck on the lips, then
drew back and
licked his lips, watching Will's reaction closely.
Will smiled. He
seemed to be having a good day. Well a good evening,
at least.
"You all clear right now?"
"Mostly."
"You haven't
been clear since you woke up." He said hopefully.
He smiled and
looked down. "Timidly clear today." He swallowed, his
collar jumping
with the bump in his throat.
Will smiled,
watching the leather. Liam bit his lip and slinked his
arms around his
neck with a tiny laugh and kissed him again, on the
corner of his
mouth. He pulled back at Will's smirk and looked
embarrassed.
"Sorry."
"No."
he pulled his uniform and dragged him closer. "Don't be." He
kissed him on the
mouth, feeling it open up beneath his lips
needily, and he
slipped his tongue in gently. Liam's mouth was hot
and dark coffee
flavoured. He grinned and licked around, trying to
save the traces
of heat on his tongue.
"How was
group?" he asked, pulling back for a breath.
"Oh, boring…
as usual." He smiled and leant back in for more of
Will's tongue.
They had a
two-hour session before Liam had to go for his shower so
he started moving
them into the bedroom with a grin. He broke the
kiss only to open
the door and let Liam in, running his hand down
the back as he
moved past him. He wasn't sure what it was, but Liam
tended to just
stand at doors when they were closed, so Will had
gotten in the
habit of opening them for him. Liam smiled at him
softly and
stepped inside. He turned to watch Will close the door
and stood
uncomfortably, blinking, waiting, looking like something
had just fallen
on his head.
Will walked up to
him and wrapped his hands around his waist. "Is
something wrong
Pet?"
"Wrong?
No!" He laughed. A little too long.
Will raised an
eyebrow. Maybe Liam didn't want to do anything. He
smiled. "Do
you want to watch the tube? We could watch a movie or
something for a
couple of hours…" he said, trying to let Liam know
they didn't have
to have sex if he didn't want. Give him other
options. He felt
a little bad now, expecting they'd have sex just
because Liam was
here.
It's just … Liam
always wanted to have sex. He couldn't help but
expect it.
"We could
watch …" He leant over, his arm still hooked loosely
around Liam's
waist and grabbed the newspaper from the bedside
table. "…
yourself in the
eyes … we could watch Sabrina?"
Sabrina was
actually a guilty pleasure of Will's. He'd never admit
it though.
Liam smiled and
gently pulled the television listings away. He
folded them
neatly and put them back on the table. "I want to …
now…" he
smiled, looking away at his words.
Will stepped
forward and tried to make it seem familiar to himself,
wrapping Liam up
in his arms. "You sure nothings wrong?"
He smiled a
little, crooked.
"You can
tell me Pet." He said, pecking his lips. "Tell me anything."
He shrugged,
embarrassed about what he was going to say, but wanting
to say it anyway.
"It's just … well … we've never done this. You and
me."
"Had …"
Will cocked an eyebrow, struggling. "Sex…?"
"No."
"What?"
"You and …
me." He looked very nervous now. "Me… clear me."
Will blanched and
furiously thought back through their time
together. They
must have… His eyes fell back to Liam's wary ones.
No. Liam had only
been this coherent about four times.
And none of those
times had they gone to bed together.
"Uhhh…"
Will said, at a loss for words but realising the silence had
dragged on too
long. "Uhhh … Oh… is that a ... uh, problem?"
He closed his
eyes and cursed himself. Liam quickly shook his head,
eyes jumping
around the room as he laughed at his stupidity.
((Way to
completely ignore someone's insecurities. Good Job.))
"No not a
problem. No –"
"I'm sorry
Pet, I'm a bloody moron, that came out wrong … I mean …
do you have
worries … about being with me, like you are?" He
squinted at his
sentence, wondering if it made sense.
Liam understood.
"It's … harder." He allowed.
"Why?"
He rubbed his
hands up Liam's back, trying to encourage him. He
looked pained,
distressed.
"Because
when I'm like, um, me …. I can remember …" He looked upset,
but then gave
Will a small sad, fake smile. "I can remember what's
happened. And … I
know."
Will's gaze
snapped to the floor. "Do you mean with Har –"
"Yes."
Liam said over the top, as if he was scared of the name. "And
Mikael and
…others. And it's, harder … to be, um, …" he
paused.
"with someone."
Will opened his
mouth, but didn't know what to say. He blinked and
frowned, and his
face contorted itself as he tried to think of how
to reassure him.
"I mean
kissing and … is fine, but … it might get, a little more,
difficult, than
if I wasn't clear."
"You have
problems being intimate?"
Liam smiled to
himself at the shrink talk. It seemed to ease him a
little.
"Well… it was always more difficult with Mikael … when I was
clear…"The
floor seemed very interesting to him and he pursed his
lips as he
scrutinised it. "It was just more horrible. Because I
knew what was
happening."
Will wanted to
hug him, but didn't know if he should. So they stood
in uncomfortable
silence.
((Did this mean
Liam didn't like sex with a man when he knew what
was happening? Or
just with Mikael? Why was he telling him, because
he didn't want to
have sex at all?))
After a few
moments of silence, Liam's small deep chuckle flittered
through. "I
don't want things to be weird between us. And I want to
…" he
glanced towards the bed and then back to the floor. "But I
just wanted you
to know… in case something happened."
"Like
what?" Will asked, watching him.
Liam shrugged,
eyes still on the floor. His hand came up to play
with his collar.
He bit his lip again and kissed him deeply. "Im
sure it will be
fine. Because I'm with you." He smiled like nothing
was wrong.
Will just looked
back at him. Liam kicked his boots off and started
to slip out of
his uniform slowly, a determined look on his face.
"Baby – we
don't have to do this if you don't want it." Will said,
stilling his
hands.
"But I do.
Want to, with you. Kiss me?"
Will stepped forward,
threading his fingers into the dark hair and
obliged, feeling
a little cold for distracting Liam as he slipped
his clothes off.
He broke away and slipped his own off, watching
Liam calmly the
entire time.
"I love you
Pet. When you wanna stop? We will, yeah?" he said. An
important thing
that was niggling his brain, a textbook memory from
sexual abuse
cases was to not make victims feel unwanted, or
unloved. Liam
would see someone backing away as a rejection, as he
had that night
when they had first kissed.
Liam smiled,
trying to get into it. Will sat on the bed, trying to
make himself seem
smaller so Liam wasn't intimidated. He spread his
legs wide to show
he wasn't embarrassed or afraid, and began to rub
at his cock, just
smiling at Liam, running his hands over his body.
A show for him.
He understood
Liam's motivations. Why he wanted to have sex. From
what Will had
seen and heard, Liam had been violated, a lot. He
wanted Will to
show him that he could be loved. He cared about Will.
And he wanted to
be able to feel comfortable. It didn't matter that
they'd been
sexual before. Liam thought of himself as a different
entity to the
rambling, star gazing protector he had, and this was …
this was like his
first time with Will.
Will didn't think
about that too long.
He could see
Liam's eyes were nervous. Liam was trapped between
being an already
submissive partner, but feeling scared of a
dominant one.
When he was incoherent, he didn't seem to worry about
all the times
Mikael and Harlen and the men in the ward had abused
him. He just
didn't think about it. He wanted Will, and knew sex
felt good, so
they had sex. Now… now, his body was involuntarily
remembering all
the feelings of worthlessness and being used that
abuse victims had
to fight away.
But he was
hanging on anyway. He wasn't retreating into his head.
"You're so
beautiful Pet. I love you. Forever." No initiation. No `I
want you's like
he would normally say. He wanted Liam to start it,
and not just
comply.
Liam watched him
nervously, his cock starting to wake up as Will
worked on his.
Will saw him take a swallow and step closer. He
watched his cock
again for a few moments, then Will's eyes.
This was so
different to how they usually interacted that Will was a
little uneasy
himself. Normally Liam would be purring and trying to
sit on his prick
by now, even if he wasn't ready for it.
Liam sat on the
bed next to him, perched like he was ready to fling
off if something
went wrong. Which was probably what he'd do. He was
really trying
though, and Will felt an irrational bubble of pride
rise inside. He'd
been hurt so badly but he was willing to open up
again. It felt
very tempting to run off with him right now, and let
him purr away in
the cover of his apartment, loved and kept. Will
smiled and looked
down at the mattress submissively, letting his
light sounds of
excitement fill the air.
He felt Liam lean
over him and kiss him beside his mouth, and then
on his lips,
tongue licking across.
Liam's hand
rested on his thigh as he snuffled into his hair and
Will tried to
remain still. He submitted to letting his hand ghost
over Liam's thigh
and up his stomach. He felt the muscles clench as
he started
pulling at the trail of hair below his navel, so he moved
his hand to play
with Liam's nipples instead.
Will lifted his
gaze and looked at Liam's face. Liam was watching
his own hand on
Will's thigh, the thumb running back and forth over
the skin.
"I want this
with you." He whispered, kissing the joint of Will's
jaw. "You're
making me hard."
"Good
Pet." Will said, lifting his hands to cup around Liam's face,
pulling him in
for a kiss.
Liam kneeled over
his knee and started lowering them both down onto
the covers as
Will slid his hands down onto his hips. He swallowed
and lay over
Will, his knees on either side of Will's thigh, still
kissing him. The
heat of Liam's skin so close to his crotch was
making him swell.
He slipped his
hand between Liam's thighs; instantly regretting it
as he felt every
muscle in Liam's body go rigid.
He took his hand
away, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry
Pet."
Liam blinked for
a few moments and then with a determined look
curving his
mouth, grabbed Will's hand and brought it back, making
it cup lightly
over his cock. After a moment he started to grind
into it and Will
brought his face down for a kiss, fingers around
the collar. Will
moved a bit so they were lying face to face and he
brought his leg
closer to Liam's. His hand moved down to the side of
Liam's buttocks
and rested.
"I'm nervous
Daddy." He said, falling on a familiar name of
protection and
warmth.
"It's
alright baby. I'm not going to hurt you, you know that."
"So many … I
know."
Will raised his
hand to rest on a less vulnerable area, at the
slight jump in
Liam's speech. "Shhh, baby. It's alright. You're with
me now. I'd never
hurt you." His hand came up to the back of Liam's
neck and he
played with the ties of leather, making them tickle
along the back of
Liam's shoulders.
"I
know."
"Mmm."
He rolled him over onto his stomach and kissed the back on
his head when he
started to get worried. "Wait here." He said as if
Liam would run
off into the hallway without his clothes.
He wandered into
the bathroom, feeling Liam's gaze on his back, and
pulled out some
shower oil. Musky, sandalwood smelling stuff he
used. He squirted
some onto his hands and went back to the bed
kneeling next to
Liam's hip.
"Here."
He started massaging his shoulders, rubbing away the knots
with his fingers,
circling his thumbs into the tense muscle.
"Ooooh. That
… I like that." Liam breathed.
Will smiled,
rubbing his oily fingers along his spine, rolling his
knuckles along
the skin. He continued kneading the malleable flesh
beneath him, smiling
at the happy coos until his arms were tired and
his own muscles
were burning and lax. He drew away, smiling to
himself as he
flicked a few drops onto the swell of Liam's backside.
He wondered if
Liam was asleep. He bent over soundlessly to see. His
eyes were open in
slits, his lips parted as he drifted away on the
pillow. Will
tried to slide off the bed away from him, leaving him
to sleep, but a
hand closed around his wrist.
"Where are
you going?" he teased dopily, pulling him back down. Will
let himself be
drawn back onto the bed, and lay down next to the
man, on his side.
Liam watched him through his slitted eyelids for a
second before
running his hand down Will's side to rest on his hip.
He smiled and
slipped his hand down to Will's precome slicked cock,
watching his face
as he started to squeeze and draw his hand up the
length, shifting
the foreskin and running his thumb along the think
wriggled vein on
the underside. Will breathed in deeply through his
nose and relaxed,
closing his eyes, letting Liam do whatever he
wanted.
The scent of his
precome was tickling at his nostrils, salty and
lusty as his
breathing picked up. Liam's hand was hot, slick against
his skin and ever
talented. Will rolled onto his back and heard Liam
shift, the bed
dipping a little as Liam sat up and kneeled next to
him.
"You're so
pretty." Liam said, one hand around his shaft and one
smoothing over
his pectorals. "Pretty."
Will melted under
the attentions. He opened his eyes a little to
watch the long
fingered hands explore his body. The roaming hand was
on his upper arm,
squeezing the muscle as it worked its way down to
his fingers,
clasping round each of them and stroking down. His eyes
flicked to the
one that was squeezing up his prick and making his
stomach flutter
and tighten.
The other hand
palmed across his chest again, the thumb rubbing at
his nipple. He
let out a short groan and watched the gorgeous body
above him. His
eyes glazed over at the smoothness of the muscles on
his arms and
chest, wiry hair textured over his forearms and in the
dip between his
pectorals. Liam let a fingernail scrape across his
slit and Will
bucked, his cock excited and protesting at the same
time. By the
precome that just dropped onto Will's thigh he guessed
he was enjoying
it too.
Liam left his
playing, leaning over him to reach the bedside drawer,
rummaging around
in it blindly for a few moments before he pulled
the tube of slick
out.
Will didn't say
anything.
Liam sat back on
his haunches next to Will's hip and snorted a
little, leaning
down to give Will a kiss, as a slicked-filled palm
wrapped around
his already wet cock and started to pump. He wriggled
his hands under
Will's shoulders and rolled them so Will was
crouching over
him. He smiled shyly and handed over the lube.
"I want you
in me." He said. "I want it like this." He knew why Will
was purposefully
not leading in the dance this time. He was sharp.
Will, his arm
still under Liam's shoulder blades, kissed down from
the space between
his eyebrows, over his nose to his lips. He
squeezed some
lube out on his fingers and pushed one in as he
slipped his
tongue into his mouth. Liam tensed but then relaxed as
Will's familiar
fingers started stretching him out. He breathed
deep, hot breath,
faint of coffee tickling into Will's nostrils,
overpowering the
tart smell of the precome.
He added another
and Liam was panting now. Will was watching his
eyes carefully,
but he couldn't see anything but awe and lust in the
dark brown. His
cock was impatient and he moved one of Liam's legs
up over his
stomach, holding him by the back of the knee so he could
kneel between his
thighs. Liam's hand clenched around his shoulders
and he looked panicked
for a second before Will kissed him. Then the
scared look left
and was replaced by the usual dreamy, smut-filled
look he usually
had when Will had his fingers inside him. The
fingers crooked
and his familiar noises filled the air and Will
wasn't uneasy
anymore, wasn't off step anymore. He and Liam. Him and
Liam. They were
right and fitted so well together and everyone else
knew fuck all.
"You're so
gorgeous, hard for me, laying out like this." Liam let
out a low noise
at the rough, promising words. Will leant closer,
resting his
forehead against Liam's as he relaxed the tight ring
with his
insistent fingers. "I want to keep you." He breathed.
Liam rocked up to
give him a grinding kiss, starting to undulate on
the fingers
inside him. He grunted. "Don't hurt me Will. I'd burn
and die if you
did what the others did."
The random plea
made Will's mind freeze in protectiveness. "Never
Baby. I could
never do any of it to you." He sped up his fingers,
like that would
prove it to him. Liam's hand slipped around his
swaying excited
cock. "You're my everything." He grunted.
"Everything?"
Liam whimpered, needing it to be true so obviously and
needy it was
painful.
He was more
vulnerable like this than he ever had been before. Will
understood now
why he needed to hide away, protect himself like he
was made of the
thinnest china. He had cracks in him and he was
petrified of
being shattered.
"I couldn't
breathe without you."
Liam pulled him
lightly, leading him through his cock, drawing him
closer and trying
to line him up. Will slipped his fingers out of
Liam's anus and
wrapped them around his waist.
"That's how
I feel." Liam breathed. He looked sad, very frightened,
but not of Will.
Of losing Will maybe. Of not having him
anymore.
"You'll take care of me?"
Will's cock
twitched at the idea, and he pulled Liam's waist towards
him as he kneeled
on the very edge of the bed. "Always Pet."
"That's what
I want." He said softly, smiling, watching Will's eyes
as he leant back
completely relaxed and content.
"I want you
to love me." He said, and Will grinned to himself. He
looked like a big
cat on its back.
Will snorted and
ran his hand over Liam's stomach
possessively.
"You've got that Pet. No one can take it away." He let
one foot drop to
the floor so he could stand up straight, one knee
on the bed
against the back of Liam's thigh.
He was all
stretched out on the bed, lying there, and Will could see
every inch of him
from where he was, standing over the supine body,
and it was all for
him. He barely suppressed the urge to growl, but
he could feel it
inside. Liam was his.
He used one hand
to hold the root of his cock and nudged the swollen
head inside the
tight hole; re-stretching the ring as Liam breathed
in, arching off
the bed a little and lifting his legs, his calves
squeezing Will's
waist, knees bent back.
"Yesss…"
He hissed.
"You like it
don't you Pet?" Will smirked, keeping a tight hold of
his cock, his
fingers acting like a cock ring so he didn't shoot.
"I love it …
always, fuck me." He said suddenly, lifting his head
off the pillow.
Will laughed and
gently slid the rest of his cock into Liam's body,
watching as
Liam's mouth formed a pretty `o' of lust at the
feeling. "No
pet. Slow today."
His hands dropped
back to Liam's hipbones to guide him, to stop him
from trying to
speed up the thrusting. Liam's hands rested on top of
Will's, and drew
his legs back over himself, wide apart. Will
groaned at the
sight. He always loved that innocence and abandon
Liam gave him,
mixed up headily with submission.
He pulled out and
started to edge back in, loving the grip around
his cock, wanting
to bury his whole body inside. He slipped out all
the way, feeling
Liam's ring clench around the tip of his cock,
before he slid
back in, smoothly, deep in.
Liam let out a
squeak and Will repeated, over and over, drawing out,
letting Liam's
hole close before pushing it open again and sliding
back into the
heat.
"Fucking
hell Pet." Will breathed. His cock was twitching at the
look of tense
hunger on his face, the sight of his legs up over his
stomach and
spread, his cock wet and sticking on his abdomen as Will
slid in and out,
filling and stretching and then leaving him empty
and needy for a
few moments, before easing the ache by thrusting
back in again.
The position was making his balls pang, Liam layed
out before him.
As much as it hadn't started out like this, he was
in complete
control. Liam was pleasured by his movements, his
actions. He could
hardly help the way he was, could only manage
short jabs
towards Will, he had even less control than usual. And he
was loving it.
He let a harsh
thrust find its way into the fucking every now and
then, purely for
the enjoyment of the shock on Liam's face and the
desire-filled
call of his name after.
"Daddeee!"
He yelped; his body wanting to go faster, get more
scrapes against
his prostrate, more of the stretching feeling so he
could come. The
slow pace was leaving him teetering on the edge,
building up his
excitement but not enough to push him over into the
blissful,
soul-cleaning void. "Please!"
Will reached in
between his legs and started to pull and tug at
Liam's cock,
laughing as he rolled his head back, his chest rising
up. Will's other
hand was trapped under Liam's, resting on the side
of his buttcheek,
sometimes tightening around Liam's hipbone. Will
sped his pace,
the stimulation of the smells and the sight of Liam
writhing beneath
him, on his cock, the feel of him clenching and
drawing him
inside was too much. He wanted to come.
"Oh! Daddy!
Daddydaddy! Omph!" His entire body was tensing up from
Will's
attentions, from toes to eyebrows. Except his channel, which
was still soft
and pliant, the ring tight as usual around the thick,
welcome intruder.
"Will, Will!"
"Baby, right
here sweets. Inside you, tell me what you're feeling."
He said,
stripping Liam's cock quickly.
"Full"
He gasped as Will slid into him, his balls resting against
the cheeks a few
moments before drawing out. "Filled up, stretched
wide ooooh!"
He ended in a grunt.
"Wide around
me." Will agreed, looking down, mesmerised by the
distended opening
swallowing him up. "I love being inside you." He
groaned, feeling
Liam's hand tighten around his own.
Liam nodded
erratically, mouth open, eyes wide. His gaze flicked
down to watch
Will's hips, and then watched his over-excited cock
stroked by Will's
hand. He closed his eyes and leant back against
the pillows, his
lower lip shivering.
Will smoothed his
hand over Liam's chest, like he had done earlier,
feeling the sweat
slippery skin under his palm. He felt the pressure
building up, in
himself, and in Liam. He was rolling his head around
on the pillow and
making noises every single time Will thrust
inside. His eyes
were closed, clenched shut.
"Daddy?"
He panted. "I'm gonna come." He ended in a whisper, eyes
still closed.
Will had never
heard anything so gorgeous and such a bloody turn on.
Will flicked his
wrist as he pumped the swollen cock, and after a
few more
almost-painful stroke Liam came, pumping out white spend
over Will's hand
and his stomach, catching against the hair beneath
his navel.
He squeezed the
spent cock as he came himself, hearing Liam's grunt
as he filled the
now lax channel beneath him. He stayed still for a
moment, until his
mind started ticking over again, watching Liam's
sleepy eyes the
entire time.
He lifted Liam's
leg from around his waist and rolled him easily to
the side, lying
down next to him, his chest to Liam's back. He could
hear Liam
murmuring to himself a little, song words, star words. He
wanted to sleep
but didn't, instead stroked along Liam's shoulder
until he fell
asleep.
He'd wake him up
in half an hour when he had to go back. Until then,
he'd stay here and
listen to him sleep.
**
Will was
whistling. He couldn't remember the last time he'd
whistled. He
waved to the gate guards and they let him in with a
smile. He drove
under the bar without showing his pass, they knew
him now.
He was whistling
one of Liam's songs. He smiled at the realisation,
slamming the car
door closed and locking it.
He felt giddy and
stupid. Liam and he had been seeing each other for
almost a year
now, Will was counting from the first time they
kissed. He nodded
at the guards near the back entry door as he
walked past.
Three hundred and
sixty four days.
For the first
time in his life he wished he could do that thing that
everyone did in
the old movies when they were happy, when they
jumped and clicked
their heels together in the air.
He settled for a
cigarette.
Pulling the soft
pack out of his back jeans pocket, he smirked as
his mind drifted
back to yesterday, hearing Liam moan and squeak,
his body around
Will's cock.
Will shuddered in
pleasure, the hairs on the back of his neck
standing up on
end, and his stomach wriggling. He walked the long
way to his
office, seeing some groups outside and hoping to catch a
glimpse of Liam
among them. Liam wasn't there. He must be in the
hall groups, or
maybe the craft this morning. He'd finally received
a timetable.
Will walked into
his office and blinked in surprise at the strange
blonde guard
sitting in his chair behind his desk.
"What the
hell are you doing in my office?" He asked with disdain.
He cocked an
eyebrow. "Waiting for you."
"I'm here.
Maybe you should get out and learn some manners." He
spat, unamused,
angry at his warm mood being shattered.
"Strange
person to be teaching me about what's nice."
Will frowned at
the strange comment. "Whatever."
"You might
wanna close the door." The guard smugged.
"Why's
that?"
"Because I'm
the new surveillance officer."
"And what in
the bloody hell is that?"
"It's the
person who watches the hallways … places like, oh, the art
room." He
grinned.
Will's stomach
twisted and he turned slowly and closed the
door. "What
are y –"
"You know
what I'm talking about." He stood up and walked over to
Will with a big
grin. "Your hot little sex toy that lives here."
Will didn't say
anything. His mind was racing a million miles a
second, trying to
think of a suitable lie or excuse that would let
him wriggle his
way out of this corner.
The man kept
going, pushing and provoking. "He is cute isn't he?"
Will sparked but
he didn't say anything. He just glared at the guard.
"Steve by
the way. And I know who you are, don't worry. Seen a lot
of you. You ever
think about doing the amateur stuff?" He
laughed.
"I'm sure the kink of a crazy as fuck sex doll would appeal
to a wide
audience." He said, getting under Will's skin.
Will gritted his
teeth.
"Everyone
loves a good `man-takes-advantage-of-something-helpless'
story. Along with
the hardcore buttfucking aswell. I wish I got
sound on those
tapes. You should've seen my face the first one I
watched. At first
you're just sitting there talking to him, then …
you're ripping
his jumpsuit off and bending him over the table. I
couldn't believe
it!"
"What do you
want?" Will snapped, cutting through the crap.
"Money."
"Done. Now
fuck off." He pushed past him to his desk and sat down,
dimissing him by
starting up his computer.
"That's not
all."
Will sighed and
looked up at him dangerously. "What else?" He
hissed.
"I want some
time."
Will tried to
decipher that. He shook his head. "I don't know what
you mean."
Steve looked at
him.
"With
Liam."
Will stormed out
of his seat before he could even really register
what was said and
slammed Steve up against the door.
"Fuck. You.
Asshole." He pushed him harder into the door with each
word and then
backed off before he started beating him.
Steve stood up,
albeit shakily, and straitened his uniform. He
smiled meanly.
"Don't want to share your toys?"
"Liam is not
a toy. He is a person. He has feelings. And you won't
touch him."
"Too
late."
Will raised his
hand to punch the man but at the last second
connected with
the door. Steve flinched as it shuddered desperately
close to
cracking, and looked nervous. He regained his composure.
"I'll make
my own time." Steve smugged. "And if you tell on me I'll
tell on you. Plus
I have the added bonus of having a tape of you
slamming your
cock inside the crazy boy."
Will clenched his
jaw to prevent him from assaulting the man. "You
won't touch him
again."
"Then I'll
tell."
"No you
wont." Will said, trying to calm himself down, "If you tell
I will track you
down or I will pay someone to. Got it? You will
take your money
and you will be happy I gave you that much and you
will give the
tapes to me."
Steve looked
intimidated but he stood his ground. "I'm not giving
the tapes
back."
"Yes you
are, and any copies too."
Steve held his
gaze for a few moments before it dropped to the
ground
submissively. "Good." Will spat and pulled him by his shirt
off the door so
he could open it.
He pushed him
into the hallway and an evil look clawed its way onto
Steve's face.
"Im gonna
fuck him." He whispered monotonously. "At first I didn't
understand why, I
thought it was so sick. Now I know. I thought it
was that he's
fucking gorgeous, but it's not just that is it? He's a
big stupid animal
that makes you come, but what you're really
getting off on is
the innocence. The eagerness to be good for you.
That's addictive.
He's a perfect slave, mind and body. And im gonna
stick my cock
inside him and make him sing."
Will felt a
shiver of cold anger running through his body, barbed
with red
bloodthirsty hate.
This man was a
monster. Like Mikael.
But this one was
smart enough to live on the outside.
Unease slipped
into the cocktail of rage bubbling inside him.
Will stepped
close and whispered dangerously low.
"The reason
I sleep with Liam is because I love him. Not because I
get some
perverted sexual kick out of it." He said, glaring icy blue
hate at him.
"And anything you stick inside Liam, I will cut off."
He went back into
his office and slammed the door, before leaning
against it. His
legs were shaky with adrenaline, and his guts were
twisting
anxiously.
He rubbed his
face. Tried to rub the worry away. This guard knew. He
knew about them.
Will wasn't devastated. Blackmail he could deal
with. He thought
he'd feel sicker though. Maybe because Allen had
been
understanding, it didn't seem so wrong any more. Having an ally
lessened the
heaviness in his stomach.
Even if the
person who was so understanding, was another mental
patient.
He was mainly
worried about Steve's threat about Liam. He shook his
head. That
wouldn't happen. He'd tell Liam not to go with him.
Because that had
worked so well with Mikael.
Videos of he and
Liam, his mind jumped. Videos. Proof. He sighed. He
had to get them.
His mind settled
on another worry. What had he meant when he said it
was too late? Had
he already raped him? Will's stomach was a hard
ball of anxiety.
He hoped Liam was alright.
Liam. Evil seemed
to be attracted to him. First Harlen and then the
men in prison,
now this man spewed up from god knows where. What was
it?
He thought about
Liam, with his willingness to trust and care for
other people, his
plain sweetness.
Evil just seemed
to want to black him out. Seemed to be magnetised
to him. And once
it found him it just wanted to hurt him and chip
away until it
filled his heart with black blood.
He rested his
face in his hands. Liam really was the perfect victim;
Steve was right
about that. A lamb, easy to lead to the slaughter,
just give him a
few nice words and some candy and he'd lay down
obliviously for
you on the alter.
But that's why he
needed someone. Someone to make sure he hadn't
wandered off with
the stars or hadn't been led away by someone with
bad intentions
that he was just too guileless to see. Someone to
stand with him
and scare away the dark coming for him.
He stood up.
He felt a warm
protectiveness surround the thoughts of his lover.
Liam was his. He
looked after him now and he'd be fucked six ways
before anymore
Harlen's or Mikael's or even fucking Steve's would
ever lay another
blood stained finger on him.
**~~**
Angel swooped a
slash of green over the picture to make the sound
just right.
The stars were in
harmony now.
"Yes, I
think it's good too."
The sound of him
around Will's cock was very bright. He squinted a
little. He may
have let a little of the actual feeling into the
picture, but he
supposed that was alright.
"Angel."
Will's voice.
Angel let his
torso roll to the side so he could see past the
easel.
"Hello." He said, instantly remembering last night. "Mmmm."
He bounced a
little, up and down on the balls of his feet.
Will nodded to the
guard, and the guard smiled back, easing himself
off the wall
wearily and wandering out.
He had to draw
him.
He put the brush
down and wiped his cheek, realising a moment too
late he had green
on the back of his hand. He rubbed his fingers
across his cheek
and they came off green.
"You smudged
yourself." Will smiled. It was a nice smile.
He had to draw
him. Where were his …
"Pencils?"
"Over here
baby." He said shaking the tin on the table. He sat down
and pulled out a
cigarette as he waited for Angel to walk over.
As Angel sat down
beside him, close and cosy, he rubbed his hand
slowly down his
back. Will shook his head and lit the cigarette in
his mouth.
"No baby, we
can't do that here anymore."
Angel dropped his
hand disappointed. The stars mewled their
questions.
"Why not?" he asked, picking one to voice.
"Cause they
can see us in here. I didn't know that, and I have a
little bit of a
problem I need to fix."
Angel pulled a
sheet of paper towards him and started sketching his
lover smoking. He
shivered. He felt very excited as he drew the
lips, slightly
pursed, blowing out the smoke. His cock woke up.
The hair was
different now, he slicked it back all the time. He
looked very
intimidating, but Angel already knew he wasn't scary or
hateful so it was
alright. He felt even more protected now. Powerful
white lion.
Will was staring
across to the poem on the wall. "Rise out from it."
He said softly.
Angel glanced
over at the poem but he knew it so well now he didn't
even have to
bother.
Awaken to the new
Ash beneath your
feet
Between your toes
Old life decaying
mistakes
Rise out from it
Let it burn
inside
Sleep
Awaken to the new
He assumed it
went round and round. He liked the idea of burning
your old life and
starting over.
A smart man had
painted it there. Angel had believed him. They'd
been friends for
a little while, at the start. He had been put in
here because he
had set his house on fire and burnt himself. He
hadn't meant to
let the fire get to the neighbour's houses but he'd
used too much
gasoline. No one was hurt but everyone thought he had
meant to so
they'd put him in here.
He had been
paroled about eight months after Angel had arrived.
Angel knew he
wouldn't see him again, but he could hear his words on
the wall and it
always made him happy.
He realised Will
was talking.
"… so you
can't –"
"Sorry?"
he cut in quickly so Will wouldn't have to repeat as much.
Will smiled and
breathed in the smoke. "Have you met a guard named
Steve?"
"Yes. He's
strange."
"What did he
do?" Will asked, eyes focused on his intently.
The stars
murmured happily. They were pleased Will was so …
"Sorry?"
he asked, forgetting the question.
"What did he
do to you Pet?"
"He talked
to me. Then we went to a hallway I'd never been in before
and he kind of …
rubbed himself against me, strangely, and then he
told me you'd be
in trouble if I didn't play with him."
Will's thigh
rubbed against his. "I'm sorry Pet. How did he touch
you?"
He was a bit
confused but he tried. "Held my arms."
"No ... I
mean, what did you play?"
"He pulled
his cock out and I … wanked him." He frowned. That was
definitely
something he should've done with Will. He just didn't
realise until
he'd said the word. "It should've been you."
"The next
time you see him, don't go anywhere alone with him,
alright?"
"Alright."
"I'm
serious. Daddy will be very upset if you go anywhere with him."
"Okay."
He didn't want Will upset with him, but it was easily
avoided because
he didn't want to go anywhere with Steve anyway.
He meowed.
"Play with me Daddy. I'm hard for you." He purred,
leaning into him.
"No, baby,
remember? Not here. In my office from now on."
"Can we go
there now?"
"Not right
now Pet. I wish we could. I'm hard for you too." He
whispered, light
pink lips shaping the words sensually. "I was
thinking about
last night…"
That made him
happy. He reached down and started to squeeze himself
through the
material. "Watch me Daddy."
"No we can't
do that either." He said, his eyes on Angel's hands
anyway. He
purred. He pulled himself through the uniform.
"I wish this
was your hand."
"I have to
go sweets, before I do something stupid." He rolled his
eyes. "Any
more stupid things."
He grabbed a
sheet of paper and wrote `kiss' on it about ten
times. "Love
you." He said handing him the paper.
"I love you
too Daddy."
"Remember
what I said about Steve?"
"Don't go
with him or you'll get upset."
"Very
upset."
"Bye
Will."
He didn't want
Will upset. He watched him go from the art room,
white haired over
the black shirt and black jeans. He purred and let
out a loud meow.
Will turned back and smiled. He looked down at his
sheet of kisses
and folded them up, putting them into his pocket to
keep.
**~~
He wandered out
of the art room for a while, bored of the scenery
and made his way
to the other craft rooms looking for Doyle. He
poked his head
into all the rooms, forgetting which one he was in.
He always forgot.
He only really remembered how to get to outdoors,
the art room,
Will's office, his room and the cafeteria. Everywhere
else he just got
lost.
Like now.
He poked his head
into the gym and saw a few people working out. He
didn't like the
gym so he kept moving. Bible studies group was in
the next room.
He squinted and
looked at the numbers on the hallway. He must be in
the wrong
section. The craft room he wanted had double doors, heavy
wooden ones.
The stars
murmured left, so he followed.
"Angel?"
Barry's voice called.
"Yes?"
He asked turning around.
Barry jangled up
to him, his keys and chains rattling against his
thigh.
"Where are you going, you're not allowed here." He said with
a smile.
He looked up to
see he was heading into the visitor's rooms. "Oh.
I'm trying to
find Doyle."
"Okay, he's
back this way," Barry said, jerking his head back up the
corridor he'd
just come down. "In the blue corridors, remember?"
Did he?
No.
He remembered …
"Wooden
doors."
"Yup."
Barry led him
swiftly to the doors and he smiled. "There you go." He
said before
turning and wandering off down the corridors.
He opened the
doors and across the room Doyle was working on some
wood, head down.
He walked over to him.
"Hello."
He said happily and Doyle looked up.
"Hey
Ags." Doyle said just as cheerfully. "Look, I'm working on your
easel."
He looked down at
the wood in his hands. Two of the struts, Angel
guessed, light
coloured wood and smoothed. "Pretty."
"Yup. And –
I'm gonna polish them." He grabbed another part, the
face of the easel
and showed him how he'd polished it. Angel cooed
over it.
"But the
best part is this. Cause I know you wouldn't wanna leave it
the art room
where anyone could get it, or god forbid, use it, I'm
doing this."
He picked up the last strut and showed him the small,
almost inconspicuous
screws in it.
Angel was
confused. They didn't usually have screws there. Doyle
bent the wood and
it didn't snap but folded over. He did it again
and the wood was
a third of its size. "Small!"
Doyle laughed.
"Portable. You can take it back to your room."
"Portable."
He said in an awed tone of voice. That was a very good
idea.
"Thankyou."
He put the pieces down carefully.
"You've done
this fast." He said, not remembering much time passing
between Doyle
saying he was going to make him an easel, to having
made one.
"I know, it
really wasn't that difficult. I knew it wouldn't be hard
… but I didn't
know it would be this easy." He smiled down at
it. "I'll
give it to you early, yeah?"
"Yes. I'd
like that."
"I
bet."
Angel ran his
fingers across the slippery wood of the face. "Pretty."
"Pretty
indeed."
**~~**
He left Doyle and
felt himself magnetised, being pulled from his
stomach, so he
followed the tug. He sat in the artroom, looking at
the poem,
obsessed now. It was the poem that called him. He hadn't
even thought
about it until Will had said the line. He'd read it a
million times but
it was never that important. Now it seemed very
important.
The stars
whispered that it was important when he read it the first
time.
He agreed but now
it was special again. It made him feel happy,
because it was
reflecting the new life he was having with Will. And
the new life they
would have when they went to the house.
He wondered
briefly if Darla minded or if she could see he and Will
and what they
did. It would be strange for her, he imagined, hearing
him tell someone
else that he loved them. But he did. For a moment
he felt like he
was betraying her, but Liam had died with her, so
maybe he was with
her and she didn't mind at all.
He frowned.
He'd confused
himself.
"Hey
Angel."
He looked dopily
away from the poem and away from his thoughts
attached to it
with sticky web. He blinked. Steve was there,
standing where
the other guard had been standing a moment ago.
Steve was with
him. Alone. And Will would be cross.
He whined.
"You're not supposed to be here."
"What are
you talking about? You need a guard to look after you when
you're alone, so
no one fights over you." He grinned and Angel's
stomach flopped.
His smile was empty and cruel. Like a vampire's.
He quickly looked
out the window to make sure it was still light. It
was. That only
scared Angel even more. The stars covered their
mouths.
"I don't
want you here." He got up and backed away to behind an
easel. "I'm
not meant to be alone with you."
"Is that
what Telleck told you?"
He didn't answer.
"Did he tell
you what I wanted to do?" he whispered.
Angel looked at
the painting he was hiding behind and then back to
Steve. He was
getting closer. He felt like he was being stalked by a
lion. Not even a
good lion like Will, but a evil one that was going
to rip him apart.
He wasn't sposed
to be alone with him. …Very upset.
"You're not
going to say anything are you?" Angel whispered.
"I won't if
you wont."
"They can
see us here." Angel said, thinking of his conversation
with Will.
"Yes, but
I'm the only one that will see. And I'll keep the tape."
He smiled.
"I've read about you. Some of your files are on the
system and I
hacked into them. You killed your family."
He shook his
head. "No I didn't!"
"You killed
them, I know what you did to them, you sick fuck.
Telleck's even
sicker." He came closer and Angel edged away a
little, back up
against the wall. "You're disgusting. What I don't
get is why are you
scared?" Steve reached down and squeezed himself.
He didn't answer.
He wasn't disgusting. He was going to run. The
stars had him on
edge, they would tell him what time was best.
"Come here.
I want you to strip off."
Now.
He jumped over
some pottery and ran towards the door.
"Angel! If
you run out of here I will beat you to death while you
sleep."
Angel turned
around eyes wide. Sneak in an…
He flinched as
Steve brought his baton down onto a sculpture,
smashing it into
slivers. "That'll be you." He laughed.
He broke another
and Angel dropped down against the door, pressing
into it for
comfort, huddled down.
He couldn't see
Steve but he could hear him. He wanted to turn
around so he knew
where Steve was, but he was too scared. His lungs
chilled over and
shrivelled as Steve's hand latched around the back
of his neck,
humid and sticky. The hand pulled him out of the ball
he was in against
the door and kept pulling until Angel was resting
back on the hand,
looking up into Steve's face. All he saw was a
grinning spider
face. Black and evil and he started screaming. He
slammed his eyes
shut and heard himself, loud and scared like an
animal lost in
the dark.
The hand whipped
away and he crashed to the ground.
"Shut
up!" the hiss came through the air, but he couldn't stop,
hoping Will would
hear. He wailed as he curled up on the floor.
Rough hands
shaking him and his throat felt like it was bleeding,
and his lungs
were hurting and he was getting dizzy but he kept
screaming,
refusing to stay quiet.
His eyes flicked
open with a gasp as a sharp fang bit into his
shoulder. Steve
was standing behind Cole, one of the nurses, who was
bending down
beside him, holding him as he slid a needle out of his
upper arm slowly.
He whimpered as
the cold bite turned into a throb. "Wha..?" He
murmured to Cole,
finding his tongue a bit big for his mouth.
"Just
something to calm you down Angel." Cole smiled at him.
He felt like he
wanted to lie down.
Then he realised
he was lying down. But it was on the floor. Steve
was watching him
with a blank _expression that bordered on angry.
Cole stood and
put the silver syringe into his bag. The world fell
into soup and
Angel whimpered a little. He wanted to sleep but
wasn't sure if
they'd leave him here or what. He was too heavy to
get off the
ground anyway.
Cole turned to
Steve slowly. "Don't worry about it." He said
echoey.
"Liam just freaks out sometimes. It's nothing you did."
"Yeah. I
know but … one minute he's fine and the next … just
screaming. It was
…"
"I get it.
But you'll see a lot of that here." Cole smiled and
thumped him on
the arm. "Cheer up. We'll get a coffee after we move
him."
Steve nodded and
they both came over to him. Cole picked up his feet
like they weren't
filled with lead and Steve came round to his head.
He tried to get
away as Steve's hands snaked under his arms, but his
thrashes came out
as a weak struggle. The hands were hot and felt
like they were
marking him with big black evil handprints through
his uniform. They
picked him up and Angel watched Cole with what he
hoped were
unhappy eyes. He didn't want Steve touching him.
"Noo…"
He managed, but Cole just smiled at him.
"It's okay
Angel. We're just moving you back to your room. You can
have a
sleep."
"Daddy…?"
He called, and it wasn't loud, just a mumble. He hoped
Will heard it
anyway.
"Focus on
how relaxed your body is, okay?"
He looked down
and saw Steve's hands around his chest and thought he
was going to be
sick.
They stopped
walking to talk to Barry, who smiled at him warmly,
which made him
feel a little better and then the hands shifted
around him and he
was carried to his room and laid on the bed. Cole
opened the window
and murmured a few soothing words that Angel was
too tired to
listen to and then Steve was alone with him again.
He tried to keep
his eyes open.
Steve stared at
him angrily for a moment and the stars waved red
ribbons around
his gaze. They were scared.
He looked at the
door and yelled something out it and then knelt by
the bed quickly.
Angel tried to edge away but it didn't work.
He closed his
eyes as Steve's lips pressed over his own and tried to
back away. He was
helpless, but the stars kept screeching for him to
run. Steve pulled
off and yanked his head over painfully to talk
right into his
ear.
"Don't tell
anyone, alright? You know I won't be happy." Angel
nodded a little
to show he understood. Steve laughed.
He let him go and
Angel was grateful. His eyes were trying to close
but he waited for
Steve to leave and lock the door before he fell
bonelessly onto
sleep.