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Author: Inca
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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 breathed
deeply, and undid the lock. Liam peeked out from under
the bed and
smiled. He slid out and stood up, stretching the kinks
out of his long
body.
"Good
morning Daddy." He yawned. He bent and sipped from his water,
watching him like
an attentive bird.
"Hello."
He meowed into
the glass, bouncing the sound off the water. He
looked tempting,
mussy haired and sleepy eyed. Just … beautiful, the
sun shining in
behind him, yellow and warm. Didn't fit. Didn't fit
his mood.
Here we go…
"Has Sally
talked to you?" he asked, nonchalantly.
"Yes."
"What did
she say?"
"That I have
Chlamydia." Liam answered, still looking the same. He
drained the glass
and stood watching him, small content smile on his
face.
"Hmmm. I
have it too."
He grinned.
"Oh goody!"
Will frowned.
"Not goody, its very `the opposite of goody' actually."
"Oh."
Liam said, taken aback by his mood.
Calm. Just asking
him a few questions. Nothing else.
"Do you know
what that is?"
"STD. I've
had it before."
Will blinked.
Okay. "So you know you got it through…" He dragged the
word along the
ground in between them, waiting for Liam to pick it
up.
"…Playing?"
Liam supplied.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Okay."
Liam looked
confused for a second then smiled. "Is that it?" He
lowered his voice
seductively. "Are we going to play now?"
"No… Angel,
I haven't slept with anyone but you." He said, watching
as Liam melted at
the words, cooing and swaying happily. "Yes… which
means…" It
would sound so real when he said it. It wouldn't be
conjecture or a
thought, it would be real. "Which means I got it
from you."
"Sorry?"
He apologised, not sure if he should be apologising. He was
confused.
"That's not
why I'm asking you about it." He clarified. "I don't
care that I have
it, I care why I have it."
Liam sat down on
the bed at the serious tone. "What, Daddy?" His
fingers drifted
up to twirl into his hair. Brown strands slowly
twining around
his fingers.
"Who
…," he sighed and his hands clasped behind his neck. "Who was
it?" He
said.
"Who was
who?" He looked confused, speaking slowly.
Will shook his
head, staring at him. "Who? Who do you think? Who's
the bearded lady?
Who did you sleep with?"
He looked even
more confused. "You said too many –"
"Who did you
sleep with?" He cut in, sharply.
"No
one." He smiled at the wall above Will's shoulder, and then
flicked his eyes
back to Will's. He looked beautiful and innocent.
But he was lying.
It was simple. Lying meant he knew he did
something wrong.
"You didn't
sleep with anyone." He stated, flatly.
He smiled at the
plaster again. "No."
"So you and
I have an STD but we're only sleeping with each other."
"Yes."
He beamed, like he'd figured out the answer to a difficult
maths problem.
He sighed.
"Angel. Who did you have sex with?"
"No one
Daddy, only you."
He was watching
the wall behind Will's head, talking to it, not to
Will. It was
frustrating.
"So what, I
just fucked Chlamydia into myself, is that it?" he said,
trying to keep
his voice calm.
Angel thought
about this. "No." He said slowly.
"Then how
Angel? How did I get it, when I haven't slept with anyone
and neither have
you?" He voice raised a few octaves in
hopelessness.
"…Pencils."
"Angel, try
to focus." He breathed, pinching his nose.
"Can I have
some milk, if I'm a good kitty?"
He flipped his
legs up onto the bed and purred, posing; looking like
he'd just walked
out of a porn set. Will stayed focused.
"How did I
get an STD Angel, if we're only sleeping with each
other?" he
repeated, doggedly, impatience and hurt creeping into his
voice.
He bit his lower
lip, getting upset as Will's emotions started to
show. "I
don't know."
"Well that's
a great answer." He sighed, then paused trying to put
his thoughts into
a flow Liam would understand. Will knew he'd been
screwing around
with someone, but Liam thought if he told Will that
he didn't, Will
would believe him. "I know you slept with someone.
And you're lying
about it. I just want to know who it was. I don't
know why I need
to know, but I do."
"Only you
Daddy…"
"No, not
only me. Someone else. I know Angel. I know. Alright? Stop
it."
He stayed silent,
pouting up at him. Will felt his frosted resolve
crumbling.
Emotions started seeping in.
Why had he done
it? What they had together was so perfect, so …
everything he'd
wanted.
"I won't be
upset at you. But… can you tell me about it? Tell me why
you needed
someone else?"
"I
don't." he smiled.
"I'm good to
you aren't I? I treat you well. I love you. I mean… "
he waved his hand
around as he spoke, circling it in the air, "It's
hard in here, but
I thought that … we were … that we understood the
problems
together."
"I love you,
you love me." Liam said, clearly.
"What did he
give you that I couldn't?" He whined, and he hated his
voice, and his
words and his neediness but it's how he bloody felt.
Liam shook his
head, messy flicking over his forehead, crumpling his
face a little,
dumbfounded. "Who?"
He stepped
forward and cupped his hands around his lover's jaw, his
fingers resting
just below his ears, trying to make him focus, make
him realise how
important this was.
"Who did you
sleep with?"
"No
one."
He threw his
hands in the air. "Angel! I didn't fucking infect
myself, did I!
God!"
Liam watched him,
his body sliding back on the bed, instinctively
trying to get
away from the agitated waves radiating from
Will.
"Infect with what?" Liam asked, obviously confused.
Will swallowed.
"You know what? No." He stood up and grabbed his
coat. He watched
the ground, refusing to look at him. "I'm going
now."
"Why?"
he cried, getting up.
"Because I
just … I need to think, about a few things." He glanced
up and then
looked back down at the floor. "I may need a few days
off for it."
"How
long?" he pouted.
"I don't
know." He said, watching their feet.
Liam fidgeted.
"Will you come see me?"
"No. That's
not what you do on breaks." He said sharply, looking up
at him bitterly.
Now he looked
hurt. Will let out a small sigh at himself.
"Are you
angry at me?" he asked, looking up with the puppy dog eyes
Will saw while he
slept. The eyes he had risked so much for.
He decided not to
lie. "A little."
Liam's mouth
gaped open and he looked scared. "But… why?"
How could he
explain this? This was all useless and it was breaking
his heart.
"Because you're lying to me!"
Liam's gaze moved
to the wall and he shook his head at it. Will's
heart crumpled.
"I… I have to go…"
"No Daddy,
please. Stay, and … we'll play!" He said faux cheerily,
stepping to him
and grabbing his hand.
"I don't
think so." Will said quietly to the door.
Liam sank back
down onto his bed despondently. "Don't be upset with
me." He
pleaded.
"Don't lie
to me." He answered simply.
"But… what
if … pen…" He trailed off softly looking down at the
floor, his hands
in his lap.
"I'll just
be gone for a little while."
"…
back?" he asked his shoes.
"Yeah, I'll
be back." Will answered.
"Are you
still upset with me?" he asked, looking up at Will, hurt
brown deer eyes
blinking rapidly.
He sighed.
"No, Angel, I'm not upset with you." He said.
Liam smiled a
little. Will smiled back in his direction, not looking
at him, thinking
he'd cry if he did, and slipped out the door,
closing it with a
click.
***
Will shook his head
blearily and slid off the couch. He walked
unsteadily to the
kitchen.
"Stras,
aalwis stras" he mumbled to himself, trying to get the lid
off the new
bottle of bourbon with clumsy fingers. "Stras!" He wiped
his mouth with
the back off his hand and got the bottle open.
He knocked back a
gulp.
"Tha's
blurry goo'."
He shook his head
again and walked back to the couch on the swaying
floor.
"Oomf!" He grunted out as he fell.
He lay on the
floor, trying to make his bourbon stay upright as his
eyes tried to
close. He looked up and swore he could see Liam
watching him from
the couch.
He was asleep
before he could call out to him.
**~~**
Angel lay under
his bed and peeked out at the white-blue moonlight
on the ceiling.
Will hadn't seen
him in a week. He was dying. He was just trying to
breathe. Everyone
just told him Will was sick, or on holidays but it
wasn't enough, he
wanted to see him.
He wasn't hungry,
he couldn't eat. Didn't want to do anything, or go
anywhere. Didn't
want to paint. Couldn't get the stars to sing. None
of them. The
nights, for the first time in years, were better than
day. He was
always alone at night, so it wasn't different, but the
days … they drew
out like a blade. They were long and Will wasn't in
them. He felt sick.
He hoped Will would come back. He was just
sinking lower and
lower. He was up to his chin now, he'd drown if
Will didn't come
back to pull him out soon.
"Oh my
pretty little Doll." He looked out from under the frame to
see En looking at
him from the doorway. "You sleep under the bed,
how lovely."
He was a little
surprised. How did En get here? He was so quiet. How
did he…
En tentatively
reached out with his hand and stretched it out into
the room,
surprised. "I guess because the state owns this room, not
you." He
stepped inside.
"Come out, I
have something for you." He rested back on his
haunches, smiling
at him. "Come on…"
He slid out and
sat against his bed. En smiled and came to sit next
to him.
"Look what I did for you."
He seemed very
excited. He held out an envelope and Angel took it,
feeling En's arm
wrap around his shoulders and his nose sniffle into
his hair like he
was smelling a rose.
He opened the
envelope and there were photographs inside, big
strange square
ones. Old type photos. He pulled one out and saw
Steve's face,
blinded by the flash, whitened by it, a blue and green
silk scarf around
his mouth, looking terrified.
Angel's heart
picked up and En's hand immediately moved over it
feeling the beat.
"Lovely." He murmured, rough, much rougher and
lower than his
voice should go. En seemed to make him scared, even
when he was
trying to be nice.
He looked at the
next one, a shirt cut open, a liquid silver knife
against Steve's
belly, making the skin dip around the sharp tip. He
put them down. He
didn't want to see anymore and stared straight
ahead.
"Don't like
the present." En said with a pout in his voice.
"Don't like
blood." He said, hinting that he knew blood was in the
next few
pictures. He sensed it. En had killed him. Killed. The
stars were
silent. Was he to blame because he wished Steve dead?
"I'm going
to find Harlen for you now, Pretty. He never learnt that
there are things
even vampires shouldn't ruin. Vampires wouldn't
ruin a Van Gogh,
or a da Vinci. There are things you don't touch. I
speak painters as
I believe you would understand about art?" he
voice was like
the silk and liquid silver in the photos.
He nodded as a
sharp fingernail traced patterns on the underside of
his chin. It
tickled, zig zagging lightly along his jaw.
He swallowed.
"Are you a vampire?"
A humming laugh.
"You'll just scream if I tell you the answer."
He thought he was
one. He swallowed again.
"Why
…?"
"Bored."
He wanted to help
Angel because he was bored?
"What?
People help animals because they're bored, and they aren't
half as pretty as
you."
He shook his head
at the cold words on his ear. "Don't hurt me."
He laughed,
smothering it in Angel's shoulder. "I won't, I promised
you I wouldn't."
He wondered if En
was going to play with him. He wouldn't fight him
off, not with
those pictures in the room, but he'd think about Will,
he promised
himself. He'd pretend.
En's fingers were
brushing gently against his neck, tickling him,
making him shy
away from the ticklish feeling.
"Pretty
little thing. But I must take my leave." He stood. "I hope
you'll enjoy the
photos. This is my art. This is how I paint. You
inspired
me."
He nodded,
stealing glances at his face. A quick sweep of fingers
through his hair
and En was gone. Angel gathered up the photos, not
looking at them,
and stuck the envelope in a sketchpad in his
drawer. He
shivered. He didn't want those things in here.
En hadn't tried
to play with him. That was good. He wished Will
would come back
though. He closed his eyes and wished really hard.
When he opened
them the room was still dark and empty. He shivered
again, hoping En
had locked his door. He slid under the bed and the
door was the last
thing he remembered before dreamless sleep.
**~~**
A week. He
drummed impatiently on the steering wheel as he waited
for the green
light to blink on. A week. To get things figured. To
get himself
figured.
The red light
blinked off, the green on. He squealed away, leaving
some tire on the
road.
He managed to
find himself after drinking a barrel of vodka one
night and
spending the next day driving the porcelain bus. It was
enough. Will has
washed his hands.
He was going to
leave him.
It was
soul-destroying, living like this. He couldn't do it. He'd
put in his notice
today, and pretty soon, he'd be back in
Without Liam.
He gripped the
steering wheel and tried to focus. He'd be heart
broken for a
while, he knew that. Shattered and smelling of spirits
for weeks. But …
time heals all wounds. He just had to detach. Say
his goodbyes and
… detach.
And that's why
you're carrying Liam's pencil in your pocket.
He told his mind
to be quiet and pulled up to the guard's station.
"Will."
Clive said.
"Clive."
He answered. "What's new?"
"Not much,
how was the holiday, go anywhere good?"
The bathroom
floor had seemed really good at the time. "Nah, just a
break."
"Yeah don't
I know it."
Will smiled and
scanned the security pass, Clive letting him through
without any
bother as usual. He drove to his usual space and opened
the door. He made
his way to the break room.
Just detach. One
step at a time and then detach.
Liam will be here
for a very long time, can you live with that?
Moving on when he
can't?
His conscience
had seemed to change it's usual tone of `unethical
unethical' to
`rah rah Liam' very quickly. It was annoying. He'd
been using vodka
and bourbon to drown the voice out all week.
Liam hasn't
changed. He doesn't understand he's not supposed to act
like a kitten and
he doesn't understand he's supposed to be
monogamous.
That's not his fault.
He frowned. It
was all so confusing.
Could he live
like that, constantly watching to make sure Liam
wasn't … but then
again, what if he wasn't any different to Liam, he
was just another
person to play with … and what…
He was making a
coffee in the staff room, when he heard the door
open. Two nurses
walked in gossiping furiously. One was the man that
had told him
about Liam's depression. They saw him and the one he
had talked to,
smiled. He smiled back and went back to watching the
water boil.
"That's what
I'm saying." The one he knew said in a hushed voice. "…
he had a lot of
gambling problems."
"Yeah that's
what I thought. He was all pissed off one day,
remember, about
the dog races!"
"Yeah, so
they're thinking it was a mob attack. Didn't pay a debt
maybe? Wiped him
out. Real satanic. Vicious."
"Yeah?
Wow."
The man leant
forward. Will could make out every few words. "And …
cut right through
…. Bled to … hacked off and in his mouth!"
The men made
pained faces and Will could guess what exactly had been
hacked off. He
wondered who they were gossiping about. They didn't
seem too
distressed by his untimely death, whoever it was.
"I know. But
you gotta keep it quiet, they have no leads at the
moment."
"Oh I will.
I will."
"Yeah
anyway, I'm taking over his Liam-watching all this week."
"Oh, well
he's always good isn't he?"
Will span around.
"Sorry? Couldn't help it, who are you taking over
from?" He
asked, hoping Barry hadn't been killed. He liked Barry.
Liam liked him
too; Barry was always nice to him.
"Steve."
Will blanched and
both men peered at him. His mind skipped past the
fact Steve had
been murdered and latched onto the other
point.
"What? Steve watched Liam? When?"
"Didn't you
know, he took over from …." He voice was underwater
now, "Cause
he has a new baby, and used the time to –"
Will zoned out
from the details.
Steve had
volunteered for alone time with Liam.
Oh God. Oh
fucking –
He rushed out,
hearing the man's abrupt, insulted finish follow him
as he ran down
the hallway.
**~~**
Will was ignoring
him. He hated him.
Angel had never,
ever, felt this bad. The stars hadn't murmured for
days. Not a
sound. He crouched in the corner of his room, the door
closed, rocking
back and forth. He tried to knock some sound into
his head.
Will hated him.
The stars hated
him for losing Will.
He was all alone.
He could hear
himself crying. Could hear the dull thunk of his head
against the wall,
could feel the dizzy sickness from the impact.
He didn't care.
Will…
He was never
going to see him again. He screamed out loud at the
thought, forcing
it away, but it kept stabbing into him, stubbornly,
blackly, wanted
him to feel every needle of the possibility.
Will was gonna
get a new job. Leave him here. Leave him to rot with
his memories.
What if he forgot? Could he forget what had happened?
He whined.
He crawled
forward, found the paper Will had written `kiss' all
over, that day in
the art room and turned around. There was a bloody
smear against the
wall where he had been sitting. It didn't matter.
He crawled back
and sat in the same safe position. His head was
throbbing. He
scratched the back off his head, mewling at the sharp
bites of pain and
then started rocking again, holding the sheet of
crinkled paper to
his chest. It was tangible, something Will had
done for him that
he could hold onto, he'd keep it, keep it safe.
Even if Will
didn't come ba… he'd have a small piece of him. Was
that enough? He
looked down at it and realised he'd gotten bloody
red fingerprints
all over it.
It was destroyed.
"No…"
He started crying.
The empty silence
in his head was deafening, his put his hand up to
his head to stop
the headache, could still hear himself screaming at
the red, at the
silent glaring stars.
He looked back
down at the smeared paper. He had to fix it. He had
to keep it,
forever.
He slipped across
the ground again.
**~~**
Baby I'm sorry,
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry…
Will jogged
across the ward to the sleeping quarters.
I'm so sorry
baby, I didn't know, you didn't tell me sweetheart, I
didn't know…
**~~**
He tipped the
glass of water over it trying to sweep the blood off
with it.
It tore soggily
and everything crashed to black. He curled up on the
ice, alone.
Forever.
**~~**
He slowed to a
brisk walk as he saw the wing guard watching
television. They
nodded at each other.
"Just need a
quick word with Liam, right?"
"Fine Dr
Telleck, shipment of Stelazine isn't in yet, trucks running
late so I won't
be through for half an hour. They can busy
themselves till
then." He said, disinterestedly turning back to his
show.
Will walked
towards Liam's room, apprehension growling in his
stomach. He
peeked in the window, horrified to see Liam curled up
bloodily on the
floor, shivering. He undid the lock and yanked the
heavy door open.
"Baby…"
He whispered.
Liam murmured
painfully. Will shut the door in case Liam started
screaming. He
hated seeing the nurses knock him out with hypodermic
needles of
inescapable sleep.
"Baby,
Angel?" he said kneeling down, rubbing his hands over the
familiar
shoulders, sides and arms, realising how much he'd missed
the sleek body.
"Will…?"
He murmured.
"Baby it's
me, I'm here, I'm so sorry for what happened with Steve
pet, I am so
sorry, I promise you I thought it was over, I promise."
Liam looked up at
him groggily, stripes of blood on his temple. He
blinked sad red
veined eyes.
"Where's all
this blood come from?" he asked, watching him sadly.
Liam reached up
and put his hands behind his head and then looked at
them confused.
"Daddy, my head hurts…"
"Angel
cat," He breathed looking at the bloody head-print on the
wall, "I'm
sorry, I didn't know." He repeated, trying to make it
alright. He
should've known, he should've … picked up on it, or …
something! He was
the psychiatrist here.
"Didn't know
what?"
"About
Steve…" He kissed him, feeling wet limp lips beneath his own.
Liam started
crying. "Will?" He asked, grabbing at his shirt like he
was going to run
off. "I destroyed it..." He hiccupped.
"Destroyed
what, kitten?"
He picked up some
soggy paper from the ground and held it out
crumpled in his
hand for Will to see. "What is it?" he asked.
"Your
kisses." He gave the soggy lump to Will. "I'm sorry Daddy,
I'm –" he
broke off into tears again, clutching at his shirt, at his
shoulders, trying
to bring him closer.
Will had no idea
what it was.
"Its okay
baby, you can draw it again…" He said, taking a stab at it.
Liam shook his
head into Will's shirt. "You drew it."
Will couldn't
remember anything he'd drawn, let alone kisses for Li –
He suddenly realised.
That day from the art room, the day he'd met
Steve, he'd given
him his goodbye kisses on paper.
He should've
realised graphite on paper, especially for Liam, would
be important to
him. He'd kept it. That was love.
"Here
baby." He said soothingly.
He pulled out
some paper from the drawer and the pencil Liam had
given him on
their anniversary from his pocket. Liam watched him,
resting his
forehead on Will's shoulder. Will quickly wrote kiss and
love you and
beautiful on the paper, along with two smiley faces in
the bottom, one
with shaggy hair, small cartoon hearts around their
faces.
"You can
keep this one."
Liam looked up at
him with grateful wet doe eyes. Will's stomach
flipped over
itself in love.
"You left.
You were upset."
"I was. I
thought … I thought you were seeing other people." He said
apologetically.
He should've know Liam would never do that to him,
not if he had a
choice.
Should've
should've should've.
"I know
about Steve. He … played with you didn't he?" He sat against
the hard metal
bed.
Liam tried to
crawl into his lap and Will compromised by letting him
sit on his thigh,
holding him against his chest. "…and ever." He
mumbled.
"Did you
want to do it with Steve?" he asked, worry creeping in.
"No never,
it was black and angry."
Will kissed his
forehead. His poor kitty. "Did he say he was going
to tell
Wilthos?"
"He said
you'd be in trouble. And that …" he trailed off. "And that
you'd be angry
because I wanted it. That you'd leave." He paused,
bent over, trying
to rest his head against Will's neck. "I didn't
want to. I hated
it."
That explains why
Liam started sleeping under the bed, why he was so
depressed. Great
therapist he was, picking up on all that so
speedily. He
rolled his eyes at himself as Liam found comfort in
trying to get as
much as their bodies touching as possible.
"Do you
forgive me Baby?" Will asked, neediness creeping into his
voice.
Angel nodded,
kissing his neck.
"Completely?"
"Completely."
"That makes
one of us." He murmured. "I don't deserve you." He said,
cliché but true.
Liam deserved a lot better than what he could give
him.
Licks and purrs
were his response. It was a good response. He wanted
to forget about
the guard but he couldn't. Getting caught always
niggled at the
back of his mind, telling him to be as quick as
possible when all
he wanted to do was take his time and bask in
Liam's
affections.
"I love you
Pet. Kitty. Love you."
Liam straddled
him, and he could feel his hardness jutting into his
belly. He cupped
Will's face in his hands and kissed him, lightly,
just a brush of
his lips against Will's. Will closed his eyes and
let himself fly
at the feeling. Liam's hot body on top of him,
aroused and
eager, his breath against his chin in puffs, his lips
hovering
fractions from his own. And then he sank again, realising
he couldn't stay.
"Baby, I
have to go."
Liam whined
loudly, irritated. He was obviously getting as sick as
Will at the whole
situation. "I want you to stay." He pouted. "I
want to play with
you." He ground his crotch against Will's.
He definitely
wanted to play.
"I know
pretty, but the guard will catch us if we start. I want to
play too."
"Then we
will." He said determined. He leant back down and caught
him in a kiss.
Will sank into the lips, allowing himself to tease
Liam's tongue
with his own, allowing himself to work his mouth
against Liam's
and feel him submit and open up. Then he pulled away,
gaining some
control of himself. Liam whined and tried to lock their
mouths again.
"Pet…"
"I just got
you back, I don't want you to go."
"I'm not
far. We'll have a session, a long one, to make up for me
being stupid,
right?"
Liam looked
unconvinced.
"And we'll
play."
His eyes heated.
Will realised it had been a while. His own cock was
starting to
harden from the friction of Liam grinding himself into
Will's lap. He
tried to make his cock ignore the wet patch on Liam's
sweat pants, and
how much it was turning him on.
"But I'm
horny now." He said, emphasising the last word, staring
into Will's eyes
as he moved on his lap. Will stood them both up
trying not to
lose resolve and start grinding back.
"This
afternoon baby."
Liam whined and
wrapped himself around Will, body against body. Will
gritted his teeth
against the waves of lust in his lower belly.
There was nothing
he'd rather be doing than sliding into Liam's
tight horny body,
but it wasn't an option right now.
"I thought I
would be… but …Never alone…" Liam murmured before
kissing his neck
again.
His body longed
for a time when it was always an option. Any minute
he wanted to
claim the body, he could. He groaned as his cock picked
up on the
thought, twitching.
Great. Now he was
going to have to walk the halls with a hard on.
"Good kitty
for you, look after me. Need it now."
His cock argued
that seeing as it was already awake a few quick rubs
wouldn't do him
any harm. He straddled Liam's leg and started
working himself
against the hard long thigh. Liam bent his leg
forward
helpfully; mouth curled in a seductive grin as he watched
Will give in.
"Ooh
baby…"
"Kitty'll
help." His hand slipped Will's pants open and snaked
inside.
Will groaned as a
talented motion began, pulling his foreskin over
the head and then
back down, three fingers and a thumb making a
tight ring. He
grabbed Liam's shoulders. "Get me off baby."
Liam's hand
quickened, became rougher and tighter. He saw Liam's
other hand slip
down into his sweatpants and bring his own prick
out, pulling it
roughly, the same pace, his face grimacing at the
pleasure of the
rough treatment. He brought his own hand down to cup
Liam's balls,
enjoying the shudders that ran through the body, the
small high
noises. He wrapped his other hand round Liam's backside,
pulling him
close.
Soon, abstinence
and lust both playing in the quick release, he came
over the long,
artist fingers. He dropped his head against Liam's
shoulder and
heard him come with a groan, feeling his hips rock into
his own like a
shot. He rolled his forehead a bit so he could look
down, his cock
twitching at the sight of Liam's come stuck between
his cock and
Will's own jean-clad thigh.
"Oh Pet…
oh…" He shook his head. No words. He'd forgotten how good
it was.
Liam panted into
his shoulder. "We're still going to play tonight
right?"
"You're
insatiable."
He hummed.
Singing. It had been a while since he'd heard that too.
"Can I sit
down Daddy? I'm tired."
He realised Liam
had been supporting his full weight. He guided him
onto the bed, and
lay him down on his back, kissed him as he zipped
himself up. Liam
rolled over and stretched out his hand to the
floor. Will
searched for some tissues to wipe up Liam's obvious
white spend from
his black jeans.
Liam grabbed a
piece of paper and rolled back. It was the paper Will
had written on.
He smothered Liam's face with quick kisses until he
was giggling and
then used some scrap paper to scrape it the come
off. He looked up
and Liam was licking his fingers.
He groaned and
quickly left the room before he rolled Liam back and
slammed into his
arse unprepared. He kissed the air and locked the
door behind him,
nodding to the guard as he administered meds to a
jittery looking
man, five doors up.
**
"I'm a kitty,
purr…" Liam said, jiggling at the door, obviously
horny, not
quenched at all by the mornings encounter. He kept
knocking Will's
hands away from the keyhole with his excited
advances.
He was
ecstatically happy. Will smiled.
He finally got
the bloody door open and let a bouncing Liam inside.
Three and a half
hours.
Will sighed
happily watching Liam do his usual scrutiny of the room.
They had three
and a half hours. With each other.
"Did you
hear Daddy?" He asked, eyes full of secrets.
"Hear what?"
"Steve isn't
coming back."
Will had heard,
from the office gossips, from the police and from
the news readers.
He'd been killed. Brutally. Skin ripped off for
hours, brutally.
Couldn't happen to a nicer guy. But still… Will
felt like
something had been stolen from him.
He'd wanted to do
it.
The thought had
been broiling in his head all day. He'd wanted to
kill Steve.
Wanted to, with his hands, choke the life from him until
his eyes –
"What did
you hear?" he asked, ignoring his thoughts.
"Just that.
He's not coming back. That's what Cole said. Never!" He
clapped his hands
in excitement and Will felt horribly sad for a
moment. He was
just happy because he wasn't going to see his rapist
anymore. He
almost ran to him, knocking into him he covered his lips
with a kiss,
holding his waist and leaning him back, feeling the
complete trust,
the love.
"We're going
to play now?"
"Do you want
to?"
He nodded
eagerly. "All evening. Until the stars shine and the cats
sing." He
kissed his lips. "Make me sing?"
Will's cock was
eagerly listening to Liam's lust coloured pleas.
"Anything
baby."
He felt Liam's
hand cupping and pressing against the crotch of his
jeans.
"Awake and wanting me."
"Always."
"Happy that
I'm all purry."
"God Yes,
Pet, you have no idea." He loved it when Liam was happy.
Nothing mattered
as long as he was happy.
Liam posed,
looking up through his lashes. He stroked his neck and
pouted. "No
collar."
Will internally
slapped his forehead. He held up a finger and then
ran to his desk,
pulling out the scrap of leather that meant so much
to them. Liam
somehow regressed to a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl
when he saw his
collar, jumping up and down on the spot and clapping
and giggling.
"Alright Pet,
don't explode." He laughed.
Liam ran up and
held his hands out like a baby wanting to be picked
up.
"I'll put it
on for you."
Liam grinned and
turned around; purring as Will slipped the leather
around his neck
and did up the thongs. "Too tight?" He asked, the
words coming out
much deeper and huskier than they were meant to. He
smoothed his
hands down Liam's sides, familiarising himself with the
hard body again.
"Meow."
He turned around. "Meow." He rubbed his cheek along Will's
and Will snorted
as his cock twitched, sending sparks through his
belly. It really
loved this game.
"Good
kitty." Will murmured, looking at the smoky eyes. Liam
meowed. "My
kitty." He growled.
Liam leapt
forward and immediately tried to stick his hands down
Will's pants,
kissing over his face and neck.
"Whoa!"
He pushed him
back onto the couch, kneeling in front of him. "Yours."
Will nodded. He
liked that. It was making him horny, watching Liam
kneel before him,
collared, pouting and posing as he proclaimed he
belonged to Will.
He believed Will owned him.
Will's prick
devoured the thought. His kitty. His kitty was at the
moment, divulging
him of his jeans and boots, crouching in front of
him.
"You first.
I want to see all of you." He said leaning back in the
chair.
Liam smiled and
stood up, quickly slipping out of his uniform and
boots, until he
was naked, standing before Will like he was on show.
"Turn around
for a bit Pet." He breathed, holding his cock to keep
it from demanding
attention at the sight.
Liam turned,
muscles working beneath his skin, and faced away, his
wide shoulders,
narrow waist and whiter butt on display. Will made
an `o' of
appreciation. This was his. He was so fucking lucky. He
pulled his tee
shirt off.
"Come
`ere." He said gently pulling Liam back by his hips. He patted
down his backside
for a moment, rubbing and squeezing the flesh
while Liam
giggled. His cock loved the sight that he was devouring,
drooling and
twitching. He held Liam's thighs and pushed his torso
forward, so his
cheeks parted to show off … other pleasures.
He gave him a
lick, along his crack, angling his head so he started
behind his balls
and up, over displayed arsehole, up to the ticklish
patch of skin
below the tailbone.
"…Pencils!"
Will snorted and
lapped at his anus quickly, like he was licking an
ice cream. His
hand teased at his own cock, soothing the fire inside
by rubbing and
stroking.
"Oh, god
Daddy I need! …. Pencils!"
He pulled away,
chuckling. "Draw it later baby." He murmured,
leaning back in.
He saw Liam
nodding over and over, heard him panting. His cock was
drooling at the
sight, the sensations. He pulled away again and
leant back. Liam
turned around and stared down at his pumping hand
mesmerised for a
second.
"… and then
paint…" he said, distractedly.
"Like
watching me pet?"
He nodded slowly.
He watched Liam's eyes bounce with the movement of
his hand.
"The stars
are back Daddy. Loud. Singing because you're here. They
couldn't breathe
without you."
"I know
Baby, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Never do it again, I
promise on my
life."
Liam nodded
absently, licking his lips. He was a voyeur at heart. He
loved to watch.
Will wished he had ceiling to floor mirrors so Liam
could watch
himself being fucked.
He'd love that,
Will bet.
Will would love
it too. He imagined briefly, putting him on all
fours and pushing
into him, watching his mouth open, his eyebrows
crinkle his
forehead at the sheer sensuality of it.
Liam kneeled on the
floor and watched, curiosity sheening his eyes
as Will pumped
his cock for him. His spread his legs wide as he
looked on, and
snorted a laugh when Liam's hand automatically went
to his own penis
and pumped it in time, watching with glazed over
eyes.
Will stopped
working his cock and leant back against the couch,
shifting his butt
down so he was more comfortable.
"Milk?"
"Come sit on
my lap baby." He purred.
Liam licked his
lips at his hard cock trying to rest along his
stomach and then
stood. He put one knee beside Will's on the couch
and looked a
little confused.
"You're
right pet, you're right, just…" He dragged his other leg off
the floor and put
it on the other side of him, getting a slap in the
mouth from Liam's
wet cock as he fell forward a little. Liam
giggled.
"Kiss
me?" he said, dirtily, looking down at himself.
Will shuffled
down a bit and kissed the tip of Liam's cock before
licking up the
shaft and circling the ridge of skin. He sucked the
head into his
mouth, holding Liam in place by a hand squeezing
around the base,
and massaged the slit with the point of his tongue.
Liam thrust
forward, so he brought his head closer to the flat
stomach and
swallowed more of his cock. He could feel Liam twitching
in his mouth,
could feel big hot hands around his jaw. He moved back
and forward,
taking the stretch of his mouth and throat in stride,
concentrating on
the air and the taste and the smell and the pretty
sounds Liam was
making.
Soon, Liam was
thrusting like he was going to shoot so he pulled off
with a smirk.
"Not yet."
He wriggled back
up the couch, ignoring Liam's pleads and whimpers
and got them both
into position.
"Okay baby,
sit down…"
Liam looked
between his legs and sat slowly, gasping like a frigid
teenager when the
dull head of Will's cock touched his hole, making
it spasm.
Will groaned when
he didn't lower any further and reached up with
one hand on
Liam's hip to guide him down. Liam seemed a lot more
comfortable with
Will in control and sat down fully, his eyebrows
raising like it
was a shock as Will's cock speared into him.
He closed his
eyes as he sat on Will's thighs; Will clenching his
fingers tight
around Liam's hips to try to maintain control as the
passage spasmed
around him pleasurably. Tortuously.
"Daddy."
He smiled. "Meow. Good kitty playing."
Will groaned, he
was addicted to Liam's games. They turned him on so
much, made him
single minded, geared for sex.
"Milk?"
"Oooh,
after, Pet."
Liam was
incoherent, more so than usual. But he understood what was
happening and
used his lean thigh muscles to raise himself up so
that his tight
anus clamped around only the tip of Will's cock
before he sat
back down with an excited noise. He did it again, and
again, Will
holding onto his hips as the image of Liam bouncing
happily on his
cock threatened to make him shoot and spoil the
moment.
"Riding you
Will."
"Yeah…"
he groaned out in an answer, "Keep going sweets."
He did, raising
his soon sweat covered body up and down on the
prick, moaning
every time he got the reward of a brush against his
prostrate.
"Good
kitty." He breathed at the wall, "Good for Daddy."
Will nodded on
the couch, and the movement caught Liam's attention,
and he basked in
it like it was the sun.
"Pretty."
Liam mewled.
He gave a harsh
thrust and watched Liam's eyes roll back as he
groaned. He
resumed letting Liam set the pace. Liam's eyes were
watching his as
he moved up and down, focused on him.
"I want to
come Daddy." He said sitting back on the prick inside him
holding himself
up by clasping his hands on Will's shoulders.
"Make
yourself." He said, lifting his legs to rock Liam forward. He
grabbed his
collar bringing him close. "I want to watch you."
Liam grinned and
started rocking back and forwards instead of
bouncing, his
inner wall squeezing tightly around the cock inside
every time he
shifted.
"Gorgeous,"
Will breathed, running his hands over the body, "Most
beautiful thing
I've ever bloody seen"
Liam raised and
eyebrow, meowed and licked his palm slowly. He
wrapped it around
his cock squeezing along it slowly, forcing out a
glob of clear
precome.
Will started
bucking up into him as he swayed.
Liam's other hand
drifted down to play with his balls, cupping them,
circling against
them with his palm gently. He threw his head back,
trying to
coordinate his pumps with the thrusts he was receiving. He
started jiggling
back and forth after a while, whining and cooing
and fluttering
his eyelashes.
He was going to
come.
"Daddy!"
he grunted. "Oh… oooom."
Will started
slamming into him, holding onto his hips to lift him
up, the sight of
such a beautiful creature, impaled on him, bringing
himself off on
the pleasure of it, was making his orgasm scratch
against the
insides of his balls.
"I love you,
I love you." Will murmured senselessly, grabbing at any
words flicking
through his head. "Bloody love you, never letting you
go, so sorry
baby, you belong to me, my fucking kitten - no one
else's, I love
you…"
Liam let himself
fall back, limp as he pounded his cock, and Will
reached out
worried and grabbed his arm so he didn't fall off his
lap and onto the
coffee table. He came with a low guttural groan,
spilling over his
hand and making Will moan as he shot down onto his
stomach as well.
Will wiped his fingers across his belly and stuck
them in his
mouth, releasing into Liam's channel as the bright tang
of his lover
sparked his tastebuds alive.
He disappeared
for a moment, before regaining his senses, first
hearing Liam's
contented mewls, then seeing him worn out and sleepy,
then feeling him,
heavy on his lap, his cock still deep inside him.
Liam's gaze
drifted over his shoulder calm and foggily, as he sat
panting on Will's
thighs. A trickle of sweat ran down his chest.
"So gorgeous
Pet, I love fucking you."
He smiled happily
at the point over Will's shoulder and posed ,
cocking his head.
Will let his head drop back on the couch as he
heaved his breath
in and out, Liam's cock and balls resting sleepily
on his stomach as
he leant forward, rocking on his knees painfully.
He `shhhh'ed at
the point behind Will, holding a shaky finger to his
lips and smiled
again. His eyes were still focused on the spot even
though he was slumping,
tired, and his eyelids were trying to close.
He `shhhh'ed
again at the spot.
Will looked over
his shoulder and saw Wilthos standing in the
doorway with a
look of absolute disgusted shock slashed across his
face, hand still
numbly holding the door open.