Title: Phoenix, Chapter Six
Author: Inca
Feedback: I have to glow before I can sing -
[email protected]
Rating NC17
AU Liam/William
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers: AU
Summary: Risen from the ashes, as an Angel
Authors notes: M/M sex in detail



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"Yeah, I just, I don't think I'll be able to come in today (cough)"

Pause.

"No, nothing like that, just, (cough) just a little cold. Should be
fine in a couple of days."

Pause.

"Yeah, that's a remedy of my mothers… Yes. I will. …Yes. …Alright.
Cancel it. …Fine.... You too."

He hung up the phone and rolled his eyes.

So he was a coward. That didn't really matter. He had to get himself
together before he tried to explain himself to Liam. So he was
taking a few sick days. He nodded to himself and wandered into the
kitchen to pour some hot water over the granulated coffee in the mug.

He stirred it apathetically.

He wasn't quite sure what to do. He hadn't actually been
a `practising' psychologist all that long. Theories and conjecture
he had practised, sure. But he'd only treated patients for around a
year and a half.

And none had been like Liam.

He stared out the kitchen window.

None had made him laugh, like Liam.

He frowned.

None had smiled like Liam.

He sighed angrily at his stubborn thoughts and sipped his coffee. It
should be easy. It should be `He couldn't lust after a patient.
Therefore, he didn't.' Done. Cured.

He froze.

Lust after? Did he?

(Liam's shaggy haired head rolling on the pillow, his eyes closed
and his mouth clenched shut so he wouldn't make too much noise in
the dark hospital ward.)

Maybe. A little.

He felt himself hardening as his mind circled the previous night.

"Pervert." He said, hearing it echo satisfactorily around the tiled
kitchen.

He dropped his head to the kitchen counter in defeat.



**~~**

Will wanted to watch him! Angel giggled. He had an appointment with
him today. He wanted to see the look on Will's face again.
The one from last night.
A million miles away, under a different set of stars, all because of
him.

Lips parted and Angel wanted to lick inside.

Breath puffing onto the glass that would smell like lollypops and
faintly of cigarettes.
He closed his eyes and leaned back, before suddenly sitting up
straight again, almost hurting his neck.
He grabbed a pencil and started to sketch.

**~~**



William's eyes were glazed over.

"Stimpy – you idiot!"

Cartoonish noises, Stimpy looking bashful. Will wasn't really
following the storyline.

Not that Ren and Stimpy was Tolstoy, exactly, he was just zoning in
and out.

He looked up at the clock. Quarter past two. Passions was almost on.
He slumped down in his chair until the back of his head was resting
on it.

Ren's eyes looked like they were going to explode. "You sick little
monkey!"

Will snorted a little laugh.



**~~**

Angel sat in the art room pouting. Dr Harris had told him Will was
sick today.

He stuck his lower lip out further.

Barry chuckled and he looked up surprised. Sometimes Barry was so
quiet he meshed into the background.

"You miss Dr Telleck?"

Angel frowned at the name, he shook his head.

"Will." He clarified.

Oh, yes. Telleck. William Telleck.

"I wish he wasn't sick."

"He's nice."

"He's a griffin."

Wait … was that true?

"Is he?"

"I think so."

"Oh, alright then."

Angel stopped talking to him. Barry was alright, but he tended to
talk to Angel like he was a baby. Will never did that. He even asked
him what the stars were saying and no one had ever cared before. He
hummed.

**~~**


Will was slumped over his kitchen table, smugly thinking it was
getting more use now, reading his patients files. Not Liam's. He'd
left that.

He needed to play catch up with his other patients. He was spending
all his time with Liam and ignoring the others. He didn't like the
others, that's true, but they were killers.

He frowned.

Liam was just damaged. He would hurt anyone. So therefore, he
doesn't classify as a murderer, even though …

He sipped his coke and tried to read one of his other patient's
files, but it was a transparent act. His brain didn't want to hear
about pyromania.

It wanted to hear about the stars.

He decided he needed a more work-stimulating environment. Sitting as
his kitchen table was not helping him concentrate. He packed up and
got into his car.


**


He opened his office door, careful not to spill his coffee and edged
inside, his research books under his arm – ready for an all nighter.
He quickly walked to his table, kicking the door shut behind him and
shuffled the books onto his desk before they all dropped on the
floor. He sipped his coffee and turned around to add more books to
the research pile but yelled in fright and spilled the coffee all
over his tee shirt.

"Shit! God damn it!" He said as the adrenaline slowed down after the
shock.

Liam was sitting in one of the small couches, very still, with a
small smile curving his lips. William futilely tried to flick the
rapidly cooling dots from his shirt.

"Angel, what are you … no, how did you get here?"

Liam grinned mischievously. "They think I'm asleep. I might be now,
but that's what I told them." He got up and came close to him. He
was holding a folded piece of paper. "I snuck up. The hallways know
all their secrets and they helped me."

"You could get in a lot of trouble, Angel. You know you're not meant
to come up here."

"Not without an appointment. But I heard them talking about you in
the hall … and you called for me. I could hear it."

"Ah." He said, as if that explained everything.

Liam nodded and looked at him, bedroom eyes through his eyelashes.
He hummed a few short bars of something but it stopped just as
quickly as it had started. He had a fading bruise on his forehead
and his wrist was still bandaged. His hair fell down over his
forehead and flicked out wildly where it had been teased by the day,
it made him look like he'd just gotten out of bed and was about to
stumble groggily to the shower.

"So, you're here to talk about uh, that night … you were in the
infirmary?"

That night. The night of gripping hands and long sleek body on show.

His cock hardened. He sat to hide it, and Liam sat back down across
from him.

"Stars and sunshine, Daddy." He whispered, tongue running along his
paper white teeth. He kept glancing at the ceiling, his legs
bouncing, the paper in his lap. His eyes were excited, a child's at
a carnival.

"Not Daddy. Will."

"Will – ee – um" he sang out softly.

"Yes." Will smiled. "I hope I didn't embarrass you."

Liam smiled and handed the paper over shyly.

Will unfolded it carefully and felt his face turn cherry red with
heat. It was a drawing of him. Staring fixedly out from the paper,
his face through a small square of glass. His mouth hung slack, the
look on his face was nothing other than a lewd hunger. The rest of
the paper was taken up by modernistic swirls of blue and gold.
Creating … almost something. Calming none the less.

"Ah."

"Watching me?" Liam grinned childlike.

"Um, I came to see you and then I left." Will clarified, not quite
able to admit out loud he'd been watching the peep show.

Liam slid off the chair and slithered over to him, in an almost
dance that was definitely choreographed. He was kneeling at the side
of Will's chair, looking up at him.

"You liked watching me." Liam breathed, his whisper connected
straight to Will's prick.

"Ah, no, Angel, it's just…," he folded the picture uncomfortably.
Liam was bouncing slightly next to him, his face near Will's
hand. "It's just, I just got distracted."

"Would you like me to do it now?" He asked huskily. "I was thinking
about you. I'd like for you to watch me."

"No. Liam, no. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable... that night."
He cock was hard, completely. God … those words. He was so fucking
turned on. He raised his leg to try to hide it and leaned back, his
head against the back of the chair.  "And if you want to say
anything else…?"

"The stars are begging for it Daddy. They mewl and they sound like
kittens, you make them."

Liam gazed up at him, eyes heated. Will was trapped by that gaze,
felt his mouth slackening as he looked down.
He was so beautiful. He was a god. He was perfect. And he was
kneeling before him. A heat wave ran through Will's body, widening
his eyes and expanding his lungs.
He watched enraptured as Liam slithered around to between his legs
and rose up, hands on Will's thighs, leaning forward to peck him on
the lips. He drew back and watched Will's reaction carefully. Will's
face remained empty.

"I can't hear them very well, they're very quiet. I told them to
sing. But they cant until their bodies are satisfied. They have to
glow before they can sing."

"I see." Will murmured, reaching down and sliding his fingers down
over Liam's smooth jaw, his index finger just reaching the indent of
his ear, the next in the hollow behind his earlobe. So silky, so
vulnerable and so very innocent. He looked into Liam's eyes. So
beautiful.

"Is this how you make them glow?" he whispered.

He hooked his fingers gently around his jawbone, underneath his ears
and pulled Liam's face towards his own with the motion, pressing his
lips against baby soft pink. Liam nodded as he kissed back, his
hands squeezing Will's thighs, his stomach pressing against Will's
erection. He felt it and started to grind his body up and down
against the hardness. Will nipped at his patient's tongue and
attacked it with his own. 

Liam moaned. "I want, I want …"

Will leant forward and nibbled at his ear, feeling the hot breath
slide down his neck.

Will would stop this. Should stop. This was wrong. The noises were
wrong and the patient with the come-fuck-me eyes was very bad. His
hand reaching down to rub and squeeze at Liam's butt was definitely
wrong.

…It was probably enough that he knew it was wrong.

He pushed Liam back into a chair and pulled open the stud buttons of
his jumpsuit, wrenching it off his arms. He kneeled in front of him
and smiled wickedly as he saw the cotton of Liam's boxers straining
to contain the wild erection inside. He leant down and sucked the
precome soaked material-covered-cock into his mouth, his body
electrifying as he felt Liam's legs try to close around his
shoulders. He pulled off the artist's boots as he suckled and licked
the covered cock, and then wrenched the jumpsuit the rest of the way
off, before pulling the wet cotton away from his crotch.

"Oh the stars, they've started, they're getting louder Daddy …Will…"

He looked up at the man sitting naked on his brown leather chair,
his skin darkened by the chocolate couch, thighs sprawled open like
a used up school girls, head leaning to one side, and his eyes,
liquid desire, pleading with him, to touch him, stroke him, fill him
up. His nipples dark and pointed, his hands reaching out like a
child asking for a treat. His cock raised up with interest from the
black curls around the thick base, leaking and wet, over a large
darker skinned and sparsely haired sack. The man was designed by a
horny gay schoolboy. Drawn from a fantasy. Will growled at him and
leant forward kissing him again, feeling Liam's hands undo his
shirt, and his belt buckle.

Liam slid down from the chair onto the floor with him and pulled the
belt from the loops. He pushed Will's shirt off and ran his hands
over the bare chest, feeling the hair across his chest and leaning
forward to suck at the pinky-brown nubs. Will groaned at the
feeling, at the sight of the lips attached to his chest, the
chocolate eyes shut with the pleasure he was deriving from Will in
pleasure. He held the suckling head in place, letting his own head
drop back as he panted.

Liam's long fingers circled his cock and it was perfect. He thrust
into the tunnel the hand created, knees on the carpet, one of Liam's
between his thighs.

"You're so beautiful Pet. I dream about this."

The gripping increased.

"I dream about you, luv, I want you."

He panted as he thrust into Liam's working hand. His knees were
starting to chafe on the carpet but he couldn't even feel that layer
of sensation.

"I want to be inside you, be a part of you, because you are just so
…" he grunted as Liam's hand ran around his balls to flick at the
tiny strip underneath. A scraped, bitten nail pressed up and he
almost came. He had to finish, had to make sure Liam knew why he
wasn't stopping "You're exquisite, you're a painting that I just
want to keep. I cant…"

"I want that too Daddy. I want you to keep me, put me up on a shelf
all safe until you want to play with me."

Will's cock squeezed out a string of pre come. Those fucking words,
coming from that fucking gorgeous wicked mouth …

Liam ran his finger through the stickiness and brought it up to his
face, looking at the clear viscosity like he'd never seen anything
like it before. He closed his mouth around his finger and sucked
hard, rolling his tongue around before pulling it back out. Will
watched in awe, his body numbing for a second.

The man leant forward and whispered in his ear excitedly. "You taste
like the colour of a goldfish's scales." He rubbed his palm in lazy
circles around the head of Will's painfully aroused cock. He licked
his hand and Will groaned, a noise like an animal in heat. "You
taste like watermelon candy, I want you to fill me up with it."

Will knocked Liam over as he lunged for his mouth almost biting his
lips to shreds in his excitement.

"God Pet, the things you say, you don't even know …"

Liam looked at him, seriously, his big cow eyes staring back at him,
made darker by the dim lighting. He leant back to the discarded
jumpsuit and pulled a tube of slick from the pocket. "I want you
inside me." He looked distressed, "I won't be able to breathe
without it, I'll die and I'll never hear anything again. It will all
go black."

He tried to ignore his rampaging lechery for a moment, but stayed
holding onto Liam's upper arms. "You won't die without it."

"I'll die without you. I'll never draw again." He insisted,
beautiful big naked body wriggling around .

"You can draw without me."

Liam stared at him. "I want you." His eyes filled with water.

Will was surprised to hear a sob rack out of his chest as he
spoke. "I want you too, Pet, I tried not to. I promise to God I
tried. But I couldn't help it."

Liam was gazing at him worriedly. He turned to a space on the wall
behind Will's head.

"Want to be filled up with William." He said determinedly. Will
gently drew his attention back to him, fingers under his chin
turning his head.

He felt sick but the excitement was still overruling. He wanted to
tickle and stroke Liam into even more of an oblivion than he was
already in, wanted to show him how much he cared, but the guilt he
was keeping at arms length felt like he was going to have to cut his
wrists after the euphoria wore off. How would he feel, after
slipping into the gorgeous body, knowing that Liam can't make his
own decisions? Was he any better than a rapist if he did this? A
child molester? His mind was urging him to stop, but his heart
wanted to be heated – heated through the kisses and touches of him.

Liam was an adult. Just innocent and beautiful.

The seconds ticked by. Liam watching him with a happily vacant look
on his face. Now or Never, he thought. Make a choice. Make a fucking
decision.

He did.

"You're so gorgeous… Kiss me luv…"

Liam grinned his huge grin and licked across his lips before diving
onto him and sucking Will's tongue into his mouth, nibbling at it
and drawing slow sweeps of his own across it, like he was painting.

Just once.

Just once can't hurt. I want him so much.

Liam reached down and tickled over his hanging sac before running
the naughty fingers up to pinch and play with Will's nipples.

Just once.

I'll let someone else worry.

Liam leant forward and sucked at his collarbone, laughing.

Just once.

I'll go against my head, and choose my heart.

Because it just has to be right. When Liam was here, kissing him
like he was some chocolate-coated lust drug, looking up at him eyes
filled with adoration and desire… It couldn't be bad.

"This can't be bad…" Will breathed.

"That's what I was trying to tell you. But you weren't listening."

Will chuckled and bent down to kiss the crook of Liam's neck, and
then stopped, his fingers twined in Liam's hair, just stopping to
feel it, the moment, to remember it. The one night with purity and
perfection, he wanted to remember. His cheek against Liam's, his
nose in the sweet smelling hair. Will kneeling over him, with Liam's
fingers tickling along his hipbones.

Liam looked up and scrunched his nose up cutely.

Why did he have to be so wonderful? Just once. One night. You only
get once with him. Never again.

Will felt tears pricking at his eyelids, but pushed the bad thoughts
away, hearing his and Liam's pants reaching out from their bodies,
feeling talented fingers press into all the right grooves and dips.

Liam nodded at something, smiling slightly, and ran his hands down
until they cupped around Will's cheeks. He leant down on his hands
and knees and swallowed Will's cock.

"Oh, Pet." He growled as the sucking started, he couldn't help but
grab the heated hair in his fists. "Angel!"

Will couldn't look at the lips stretched so prettily around his
cock, he thought he might finish too soon if he did, and he higher
hopes. He watched Liam's bubble-cheeked-backside bobbing as he slid
up and down, his cheeks spread from the position. He couldn't help
himself. He covered his fingers in spit and leant over the suction
on his cock, reaching forward to circle his finger around the hole.

Liam moaned around the length in his mouth.

Will felt himself jabbing his cock into the open throat. He could
feel Liam's hair against his stomach, feel the scratch of the gauze
on the back of Liam's neck.

"I'll make you glow, Pet." He started edging a finger inside. "I'll
make you sing."

As the finger slid home, Liam squealed and Will felt the slightest
hint of teeth on his cock, which in turn flicked a lighter under his
balls

He watched as Liam's ass hungrily accepted him inside, pushing back
against the pressure, could feel the ring trying to clench shut
around his knuckle. He moaned and bit his lip.

He heard Liam trying to say something around his thrusting cock so
he pulled both his finger and cock out of the man beneath. Liam
looked distressed and clung onto his neck as he pulled back.

"What were you trying to say, luv?"

"Inside me." His breath was hot and salty, smelling of Will's
precome and it made him bloody horny.

Will slipped his fingers along his wet cock to get them slick and
slid his finger back inside the heat, watching in lust as Liam threw
his head back and panted, arms tightening around his neck. He
started to frig him, moving his other hand round to play with the
hard wet cock jabbing into his stomach.

"Can you feel me inside you baby? You're so hot and so tight, you're
squeezing me so .. fucking .. tight" He groaned out.

"More, I want more inside."

Will smiled wickedly. "Easy done, luv." He slipped another, somewhat
drier finger inside and Liam howled.

Will frantically tried to kiss away the loud noise, stilling the
movement inside the clenching channel.

"The wolves are howling to the moon, can you hear them?" He watched
him, innocent child eyes staring out from a man's face. His cheek
was wet-sticky and his nostrils widened as he panted. Lust and
naiveté and angelic and whore all wrapped up in his body, loving the
presence of Will inside his body.

Will was in awe.

"I can hear one."

Liam's eyes shone. He leant forward for a kiss, his body shifting
forward and back as Will's fingers fucked him, his cock bobbing.
Will brushed the lips softly, hearing Liam murmur.

Liam looked up with sex in his eyes. He wrapped his long artist's
fingers around Will's cock. "Can I have this inside me?" He
whispered, like silk, like lust.

Will held Liam's face in his hands. The sickness was gone; he
couldn't find it even when he knew he should. He should have it
settling in his stomach instead of the sweet hardening rapture he
felt. All he felt was his body burning up from the satin smooth
words and touches he was being covered with. "You can have anything
you want, Pet, I want to give it all to you."

"Come this way…" Will said, standing up. Liam licked his cock as it
bobbed past his face and Will chuckled, letting the tongue strokes
last for a few moments, eyes closed, before he pulled away.

Liam raised his hands, wanting to be helped up, and Will obliged,
holding onto one hand and leading Liam shyly into the bedroom.

As he opened the door and let Liam walk in first, a pang of horrific
guilt found its way back into his mind and made him physically jerk.
He was leading him in here. He was going to fuck him, lay him down
and push inside.

-Just once. One night, that's all I want, He repeated furiously, his
mantra. Give me that. I've never wanted anything so bad in my life.
Just once. -

Liam had his back to him and was staring interestedly around, taking
in the double bed and the drawers around it, fascinated. The huge,
unbarred window captured his gaze and he peered out it at the night.
He wandered to the closet and looked inside. Will watched dopily as
Liam's cheeks flexed as he walked, flaring out from his slightly
narrower waist. Thick calves swooping into the back of his knees and
then widening to his long thighs. Circle of his backside, again.
Will licked his lips. His emotions were rising and falling like a
boat on choppy water.
His eyes skated up the dancing back muscles and slightly protruding
spine knobbles to land on a dark ink animal on his back.  He stepped
up behind him, smiling at the excited noise he received as his cock
dug into Liam's ass cheek and held his shoulder still, running his
finger over the ink.
It was a griffin, holding an `A'.

He kissed it, feeling the muscles shift under his lips.

"What's the `A' for? Alaise?" he murmured into the skin.

"Stars Will, they're making me hum inside."

He kissed the back of his neck. "I'll ask you later."

Liam turned and pulled him towards the bed, giggling as he sat down
on it, mouth in line with Will's cock. He sucked it into his throat
and hummed on it for a while, as Will ran his fingers through his
hair, clenching with deep breaths as the pressure built. He started
thrusting his prick in until he could feel it touching the back of
Liam's mouth, then when no gag was forthcoming, actively thrust into
Liam's throat. He felt a slight squeeze from the throat at the
forcefulness but he quickly succumbed to Will's tattoo, opening and
swallowing at the right moments, his tongue still licking lightly at
the base of Wills cock, lips sliding over the trimmed hair.

William pulled himself out and bent down, kissing across Liam's
forehead tenderly, pushing his hair back from his face.

"Beautiful."

He stroked along the cheekbones and into the hair again, slowly
easing Liam back onto the bed. He pushed his legs up onto the bed
and smiled as Liam placidly let himself be moved around like an
oversized rag doll.
He crawled up on the bed next to him and licked his tongue over the
dip between Liam's collarbones and down, feeling his ribs and then
the slight rise of his pectorals feeling the burr of short slight
hair catch. He swept his attention to the dark nipples, licking with
flat swathes of his tongue, like he was a cat cleaning another,
flicking over each until they were hard and shining with spit. Liam
was enjoying it, moaning louder and louder, quieting when Will told
him to hush, and then building up again.

It was dangerous and taboo, someone could walk into Will's office
and hear them, but there was nothing Will could even imagine that
would stop him tasting the flesh beneath him. Nothing could stop him
from making Liam pant out those noises, making him twist his body to
make exciting shapes and muscles stand out.

He pushed his index finger knuckle into Liam's perineum, rocking it
gently, watching Liam's cock bounce tantalisingly, the wet running
from the head down onto his sac. The more he pressed the wider
Liam's legs spread, fanning out across the dark bedsheets.

Gorgeous.

"Will you show me now?"

"Show you what, sweets?"

Liam grinned and `shhh'ed him. Will laughed cause he had no idea
what Liam was talking about but he adored him anyway. Liam lifted
his thighs from the bed slightly, pushing his feet flat against the
cover.

"Will you make me glow?"

Will leaned over him and tucked his face into Liam's neck. "Yes,
Pet, I'm so hard for you. Can you feel it? What you do to me?"

"Yes." He looked at him sultrily. "I like it."

Will smiled as he stood up. "I like it too."

He looked down at the placid face and relaxed body lying on his bed
and turned to get the slick from the outside room.

"Where are you going?" Liam shrieked, his whole body tensed
instantly as he sat up, eyes terrified.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm just getting the slick, I don't want to hurt you."
Will felt himself laugh a little in shock at the sudden noise. "Not
loud, alright? You have to be quiet."

"Will you come back?" He asked, incredibly vulnerable sitting naked,
big eyed, on the bed, legs pulled up and knees together like a child.

Will stepped back to him and kissed him. "Shhh, yes, just lie down."

"Am I pretty now?" He asked, batting his eyelashes and licking along
his teeth with his tongue, his legs widening to show off his cock.

Will was so fucking horny he thought he was going to come on himself.

"Always."

He ran out of the room, grabbed the slick, not even caring where
Liam had procured it from, and ran back in – trying to be fast so
Liam would get distracted or scared.

"Hello." Liam said.

"Hi." Will shook his head, smiling. He was thrown off by the strange
greeting and he stood staring until Liam started squirming on the
bed, trying to rub his excited cock with his thighs.

He stepped forward and smoothed him back down to lay on the bed,
massaging and relaxing him, brushing his fingers over Liam's length,
gently rubbing his frenulum and teasing the skin of his sac. Once he
was placid again, he squeezed the lube onto a finger and, kissing
Liam, circled the puckered dip with the finger, rubbing and scraping
a little. Liam broke away from his mouth to moan, his head falling
back on the pillows. His toes were curling. Will was trying not to
ejaculate into the bed covers.

Will shifted to kneel on the floor and sucked a nipple into his
mouth as he pushed his finger in, seeing Liam's stomach tense and
then relax with the huge breath he inhaled. He pushed the finger in
with little jabs, hearing the little breathy `ughs' with each
movement. Will realised the noises Liam were making were dictating
his own hips as they rubbed his cock in time against the side of the
bed.

He released the nub from his teeth and moved down to kneel between
Liam's wide spread legs, working another finger into the slick hole,
and then quickly adding a third as Liam let out a high cutting hum,
his face grimacing as his hips started to work back onto the fingers
inside him, trying to draw them inside, fucking himself on them.

Will knew what the Liam was trying to do. He flicked one of the
fingers into the nub of pure nerves and Will went back to fingering
him after his hips raised off the bed and the body stopped thrashing.

"Stars, numb … could see … and there's the, oooh," Liam was trying
to explain.

Will flicked it again and again, smiling guiltily when Liam let out
a small sob as he pushed down against the fingers inside him.

"Please, Will! Inside, I'm open … I want…"

"You're so slippery, Pet, all sweet and slicked up for me, aren't
you?"

"Yes, please," he panted, frantic eyed and needy "I want to be
filled up."

Will's balls lifted at the words, at the sight and smell of lust
pouring from the man. He kept fingering him as he leaned close to
his face. "I'm going to slip inside here,"

"Yes…Daddy, please, play with me..."

"I'll slip inside and stretch you open …"

"I need it."

Will rolled Liam's pliant hips up easily, holding the backs of his
knees in his hand. He looked down through the frame of Liam's legs
to see his hard cock swaying and reddened, his face staring at his
arousal like he'd never seen it before wrapping his hand around it
in wonder, his chest sweat dropped and rising with little pants.
Could see the slicked up hole relaxed and ready.

Will took a deep swallow and pointed his drooling cock at the hole,
swiping it through the lube, before squeezing out more of the clear
jelly to work over his cock. He kept his cock pressing slightly at
Liam's opening, watching the man's stomach swell and flatten quickly
as his hole tried to clench around the head prodding at it.

"Need me inside, baby?"

"Need it! No more talking, no teasing" Liam frowned up at him,
frustrated and needy.

Will laughed, turning the chuckles into a long low moan as he slid
the head inside. He held still, eyes bugging as Liam's slick channel
slurped around him. Liam relaxed, his thighs drifting apart pulling
Will's hands with them, his eyes turned sleepy.

"Oh... fuck…"

His balls were tightening up, his thighs getting cramps as he tried
to think about unpleasant things to make the moment last, to hang
on. His hands were tightening on Liam's thighs, and he leant
forward, pushing himself in deeper and pushing Liam's legs up to his
chest, his calves resting on top of Will's sweating hands, his body
almost in a ball.

Liam's back arched as Will's cock sank in further; he sighed happily
at the ceiling. He started humming. Will pressed his lips to Liam's
mouth and sucked the noise away, swallowing it, taking it inside.

He started edging in and out slowly, savouring the moment, the body
heat beneath him, everything. The soft hair on Liam's thighs, darker
on his legs, the soft feel of his stomach, of his lips – pink and
gentle as they plucked at his own. Liam's hands rose from the bed
and smoothed down along his back, relaxing and making his hair stand
on end all at once, moving up over the backs of his shoulder,
ghosting past his armpits playfully, down to tickle past his sides,
and then up again, working his nipples, making Will's balls lift and
his cock twitch. As they kissed he felt the fingers come up to trace
around his ears and hairline, under his chin - he knew Liam was
cataloguing his body for later, and it fanned his desire even more.

He wondered if Liam would draw it.

He pulled himself all the way out, feeling Liam clench to pull it
back in and then pushed forward, the hot wet walls squeezing his
cock as he pushed the channel open again. Liam's cock was sliding
along with the rhythm.

Liams hips were tipping down as he pulled out trying to keep him
inside, almost squeezing him at a painful angle, before tipping up
opening for him when he pushed back in. He grabbed Liam's hips and
pulled him close, hearing Liam's yelp as Will's thighs touched his
cheeks for the first time, his cock deep inside, opening him
further. Will sped up, trying to push himself as far into the
perfect body as he could, every time. Liam's hand fell to his cock
and started pumping. He broke the kiss as he moaned, rolling his
head on the bedspread; his knees pulled up near his chest, Wills
ribs sliding along them. Heedless of the noise he was making, Liam
was squealing as he was penetrated, the discord spilling through
Will's body like wine, burning and hot, then straight to his balls
as they swung.

"Will, stars … oh … fuck me!"

Will picked up the pace at the plea, his cock angrily pushing
inside. He couldn't stop himself. Liam twisted and sang beneath him,
his tongue poking out, the look on his face the thin line between
pleasure and pain. Something shattered out in the corridor and Liam
flinched, but Will held onto him, pumping inside him with measured
strokes, groaning softly at the squeezing slick sodden velvet Liam
had inside him, at the way Liam was working his cock hard into his
hand. He was so fucking turned on that he couldn't even register the
wrongness of anything. Of fucking Liam into the mattress fifteen
feet away from reception, in an open office that was filled with
discarded clothes and now pants and yelps.

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Liam was mewling.

Will rolled Liam onto one hip, lifted one of his legs and pumped
into him, the angle ramming his cock head into Liam's sweet spot
over and over.

Liam was crying into the air with each thrust, his body shuddering,
a look of ecstasy on his face, his torso twisted from the position
and his hands gripping onto Will's shoulders like he was afraid of
falling off. Will's cock was bubbling up inside, he needed to come,
his balls were itching for relief and the need was crinkling his
forehead and scraping at the back of his tongue. Liam's body was
arched and stretched so beautifully, his face angled back, and Will
dove, his mouth sucking and nibbling at the soft skin under his chin
as he slammed into the body, his hand wrapping around Liam's burning
erection, pushing and pulling the foreskin, wiping his thumb over
the slit, and squeezing the hot flesh.

Will could hear the incoherent rambling's bubble up from the throat
as he pumped into him. "Stars, fuck … glowing …  can't see!"

Liam eye's were widening with the impending orgasm, his mouth open
and his hand cupping and rubbing his sac under Will's blurring hand.

He completely relaxed for a second, his chocolate coloured eyes
staring up at him almost quizzically, before his body whipped back
against the bed as he came, like the recoil from a gun, his hips
lifting up against Will's stomach and his hole squeezing Will's cock
like he was trying to tear it off.

"Singing …" He moaned as Will's hand squeezed the last of the milky
fluid from him.

Panting and pleading and milky coffee skin that tasted like sweat
and green tea, a voice that was roughened with lust, the sight of
Liam's body twisted and stretched as he came, his hand - covered in
white and a slight humming as Liam soared across his ebbing climax
was a maelstrom that swept inside and wrenched Will's own orgasm
from his body. He held Liam to him tightly, gripping his shoulder
and fisting his hair as his prick released deep inside the man. He
froze for a few moments, in white clouds far away from his body,
before slamming back down onto the bed, collapsing on top of the
humming body.

He panted into the mattress, feeling boneless.

He could feel Liam's chest rising and falling against his own,
pushing him up and down slightly.

"…made of?" Liam murmured.

Will waited for the feeling of nausea to flood through him, to black
out the goodness of the moment and make it perverted and wrong.

"Snips and snails and puppy dog tails…" Liam's voice soothed him,
the raspy mumbles of something familiar and good.

He felt complete. He turned his head so he was watching Liam. Liam
was watching him back, smiling, and he felt long fingers run up his
back. They ran down to tickle at his softening cock, still inside,
making him hiss and bite Liam's nipple playfully.

Forever. He wanted to be in this drug like post haze forever. Lying
on top of Liam weak from fucking, sweaty and panting, as Liam played
with his body gently, amusing himself as he hummed and giggled.

"Nah, … too tired." Liam said to something.

Will smiled. He didn't have Liam's undivided attention anymore. The
voices were edging back in.

He was adorable.

"Tired Pet?"

"Hmm?" Liam looked at him dazed.

"Are you tired, luv?"

"Yes." He snuggled into Will's body. "You wore me out."

Will snorted. He lifted his hand and started playing with the
bandage still wrapped around his wrist, picking at it gently. White,
stark against the strong, sweat slicked body.
He pulled himself out, feeling his spend follow his retreating cock
out of the hole and sat back.

Liam left his thighs spread, come trickling from his anus, bandage
on his chest peeling up to show a rough cut `W' poking out, cock
sleepy and lying across his sac, smile on his face – hair stuck with
sweat down on his forehead, a strand across his cheek, stomach
covered in come that was starting to dry into stiff shiny patches,
arms wide across the bed, white bandage on one wrist.

Will's cock started to perk up at the sight.

He looked well and thoroughly fucked. Satisfied almost to a Zen-like
calmness.

"I'm tired." Liam told him. He ran his hand down his stomach and
frowned at the stickiness. He looked down in amazement. "I have come
on my belly."

Will burst out laughing.

"Don't look at me, Pet." He said. Liam gazed down interestedly at
his hand.

"Can I have ice cream?" He asked, still looking at the strings on
his hand.

"I might actually have some. Hold on."

He hopped off the bed and went to the small bar fridge he'd put in
the room. He opened the freezer and smiled.

"Like toffee fudge?" he said, holding aloft the half-eaten carton of
ice cream.

"Yes." Liam said, eyes wide. Will grabbed a spoon from the small
rack sitting on the fridge and brought it over to the naked man
sitting cross legged and bouncing on his bed.

"Open."

Liam held his mouth open wide and closed it around the ice cream
heavy spoon. He swirled it around in his mouth and
swallowed. "Mmmmmm."

"More?"

"Yes."

He fed him the rest of the ice cream, marvelling at how much Liam
could eat, before throwing the carton in the bin and leaning over to
kiss the frozen mouth. Liam wrapped his arms around him and kissed
him back, giggling and rumbling toffee-flavoured songs into his
mouth, as his own was slowly heated up.

"Can we play some more?" He said, eyes big and filled with honey
lust.

Will chuckled knowingly and wrapped his fingers around Liam's
renewed erection. "Still ready to go, Pet?"

Liam nodded baring his teeth, and lay his long smooth body back on
the bed as Will started to work his own rhythm of pulling and
squeezing. Will was mesmerised, Liam's mouth was open - a sweet
monotonous noise was being pulled from the wet pink, changing only
when a glossy tongue slipped over his teeth.

Will looked down at the hard prick in his hand, swollen and wet and
couldn't resist. He ducked his head down and wrapped his mouth
around it, coughing a laugh as Liam's muscles contracted, his thighs
pulling up and stomach twitching. He took Liam deep, face grimacing
as the large arrow head tinged his gag reflex, before sliding down
further, breathing through his nose, his mouth filled with musty
salt and delicate flesh. So right. And he tasted so good. His whole
body was relaxing as Liam's strained. Liam was saying something and
lifting his hips up away from the bed to get more of himself inside
the hot mouth.

Shuddering and moaning and panting, Liam filled Will's throat with
come before lying lax on the bed, smiling goofily.

"That was very nice, I like it, thankyou." Liam said to the digital
clock on the side of the table.

"Don't thank the clock, luv," Will said, wiping his lips with his
index finger, "it was me."

Liam rolled back and smiled, eyes heavy lidded and mouth in a smirk,
looking exactly like a whore, a cock tease trying to make him
succumb. "Thankyou."

"Happy to be of service."

"I'm tired." Liam said again. Will remembered he'd said that a while
ago before he had distracted him. He kissed the air at him and
looked at the clock.

-12:21-

"Holy fuck!" Will cried out.

Liam looked at him placidly, raising his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"You have to go back, back to your room."

The calm look slipped off Liam's handsome face, replaced by a scared
worry. "Why can't I stay here?" He asked in a little boy voice. He
sat up on the bed, playing with his fingernails –picking at them
over his chest, looking very hurt.

The waves of guilt that had been absent for so long, washed across
the lining of Will's stomach. He swallowed and sat on the bed
warily. "You can't stay here, Angel."

"Why not?"

"Cause what if someone sees you? Or notices you're gone in the
morning?" He waved his hand around, and then brushed it rapidly
through his short hair, all the good feelings gone, just filled with
anxiety. "They've probably already done checks and now they know
you're not in bed."

Liam got up from the bed and hugged him. "It's alright. Don't worry."

"I have to worry, alright? Kind of important that I worry. Do you
know we just broke the law?"

"Did we?"

Slow frustration. "Yes! Liam! We did."

"Angel." He corrected with a frown on his face.

The guilt rose higher in his stomach, mixing with the anxiety like a
strong cocktail. He turned away, needing air, needing fresh air. He
felt sick, like his body needed to vomit up the guilt and worry,
like he was going to.

He walked shakily into the bathroom, Liam trailing behind him. He
sat down on the cold floor in front of the toilet.

"What's wrong Will?" Liam's soft voice seeped into his skin.

He closed his eyes and leant against the wall. "I feel sick."

Silence.

"From playing with me?" Liam's voice cracked.

He turned around and saw his face crumpling as he tried not to cry.
He gulped the sickness down and stood to pull Liam close, feeling
the … rightness … of the naked body pressing against his own. Liam's
face tucked down onto his shoulder and wet the skin there.

"I liked the game." Liam said, wounded. "You liked it too."

"Here." Will said, pushing his judgemental mind aside and pulling
himself out of the grasp. He tenderly patted down the bandage on
Liam's chest. "Have a shower."

Liam just stared at him blankly, and let himself be led to the
shower stall. He watched Will as he turned the silver knobs and
water cascaded down onto him, flinching at the icy beginning sprays,
blinking a little as the water flicked into his eyes, all the while
strong gaze fixed on Will's face.

The come on his stomach washed down the drain with the water, Liam
standing inert under the water.

Will smiled tightly and went to his bedroom – leaving the bathroom
door open, and pulled on some jeans and a tee. Over the hiss of the
shower he heard Liam singing. He smiled and gathered up his uniform,
shyly walking into the bathroom. Liam was under the spray fully,
fingers on his chin, eyes closed as he tilted his face up. Will's
eyes almost rolled back at the sight of Liam's back and butt wet and
shiny, rivulets running down his thighs, behind his knees twisting
round his calves.

Liam turned the shower off and turned, blinking water out of his red
eyes and reaching out. Will grabbed a towel and handed it to him.

He patted his face with it and quickly dried the rest of himself,
and then dropped the towel, gaze flicking across Will's eyes.

"What happened … That's not …"

"Going to happen again?" Liam finished, his hair dripping down over
his face and chest.

Will swallowed at the pain on his face. "Yes. I mean no. No it's
not."

Liam averted his eyes and held his hand out for the uniform. The
white tiles on the floor and walls made the entire room icier than
it already was. Liam's eyes watered as he pulled the uniform back on.

He turned to Will, confused. "But the stars showed me… Why would
they lie?"

Will didn't answer.

"You wanted me."

"Pet," He said in a hushed voice, as if the walls had ears.

"Didn't you?"

"Yes."

Liam stepped forward hungrily and kissed him, heat rolling from his
mouth into his body, his hair dripping onto William's face.

"Don't throw me away." He pleaded, eyes scared.

"Never Pet. Just not like this again." He sadly took Liam's hand and
led him through the deserted corridors towards the room, running
into a frantic guard on the way.

"Oh, he was with you!"

"Yes, sorry. I'm taking him back now."

"I'm sorry Dr Telleck I don't know how he got –"

"It's fine."

He released Liam's hand and walked towards the rooms of the
prisoners, ignoring Liam's attempts to intertwine their fingers and
frustrated noises when he deflected the seeking hand.

"I want to hold hands." Liam whined at the entrance to the rooms.

"We cant, luv, don't you understand?" Will whispered back, smiling
and nodding his head at the night guard.

"But I want to…"

Will turned around exasperated to see Liam pouting, his lower lip
jutting out, scowl on his face. He giggled despite himself and Liam
smiled.

"I like you." He purred.

Will opened the door to the room and Liam walked in airily. He sat
on the bed and watched him at the doorway. Suddenly Will felt the
absolute absurdity of the situation, feeling like he was dropping a
girl home after a high school dance.

"Well … Good night."

"Morning now. The sun will dance over the stars soon."

Liam was sitting in the dark on his bed, looking quite content, and
very, very beautiful.

"You can't tell anyone, alright Angel? Promise me?" Will said,
swallowing the bile in his throat with effort.

"Kiss me?"

"Pet. No…"

Liam's eyes sparked, and he smiled playfully. "Kiss me or I'll tell
Dr Harris how we played."

Will's mouth dropped open. "You're blackmailing me?"

Liam's smile was all Will could see, his even white teeth glinting.
He giggled. "Yes. Bad man. Kiss me."

Will shook his head in shock. "No."

"You want to."

"We can't do this Pet, I don't care." He pleaded with his eyes,
trying to get Liam to understand. "Its not healthy for you."

Liam was still smiling mischievously. "Kiss me, Daddy, give me the
music before I sleep." He murmured softly.

"No.  Go to bed."

"Star songs." Liam said at a normal level, his voice seeming to echo
through the room and out into the waiting ears of the guard, Will
flinched. "Kiss me or I won't sleep. I'll cry your name all night."

"Shhhhh!" he said, half-terrified and half laughing at Liam's game.
He pushed his hands out in a stop gesture, like he was trying to
halt the words from dancing through the quiet air.

"I'm wicked, I like to play. Kiss me to end the game for tonight."
He was jiggling on the bed, eyes sparkling.

Will shut the door quickly and turned back to Liam, saw his smug
smile that Will just wanted to nibble off, to turn him over and push
inside him, make him moan and pull the pain and pleasure faces that
he'd made in Will's bed. He covered Liam's mouth with his hand,
incredulous.

Liam undeterred, pulled the hand away and held on to Will's forearms.

"My body's screaming for it. Kiss me or my words will scream as
well." He breathed, his face inches from Will's own. He licked his
lips.

Will paused, frozen in the gaze. How could he say no? How could he
not kiss the sex kitten all lost innocence and whore beneath him?
Who could deny him?

He leant forward, and felt his shoulders go lax as their lips met.
He moaned and Liam yanked him down onto the bed, pulling him on top.
Will's knee fell between Liams thighs. He could feel Liam twitching
against him as he attacked his mouth, hearing the man hiss as his
head was ground into the hard mattress, the stitches sore and
trapped in between hair and sheets. He pushed Liam's wrists against
the bed and held them there, his body snaring the rest of the
squirming body beneath him.

He lifted back, still holding Liam's wrists down, sitting back and
smiling with a curl of his lip. Liam looked up, eyes glazed and
whining, his hair matted every which way.

"Sleep now."

Liam smiled and nodded. "More soon Daddy?" he asked as Will started
to leave the room.

Will turned to the man on the bed, eyes hard. He opened his mouth to
say something but instead walked through the door, closing the
seductive creature inside. As he walked away his body seemed harder
and harder to move. It wanted back inside. Even his hair follicles
were aching for the artist's fingers and tight body.

He reached down and scratched his thigh as he walked past the
oblivious night guard, using his forearm to hide his frustrated
erection.

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