I asked on my LJ but I'll ask here aswell. "Does anyone have any
ideas of what a penniless insane inmate could get his
lover/therapist for a christmas present?" Please guys, come on,
you've got the ideas guys!


Title: Phoenix, Chapter Seven
Author: Inca
Feedback: Makes me purr - slasherphiles@y...
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: *mwah* … I don't feel I need to explain any more. You
all get *mwahs*



***


The ethical psychiatrist will scrupulously avoid using this
relationship to gratify his/her own emotional, financial and sexual
needs.

He drank the coffee to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth. He'd
brushed his teeth three times but it hadn't done any good. The
feeling in his stomach was staying. The taste of sick in his mouth
would never disappear, like some hell-sent lip-curling punishment.
He scanned down the page for another paragraph that would make the
bile rise, as some sort of cleansing self-flagellation.

The requirement that the physician conduct himself/herself with
propriety in his/her profession and in all the actions of his/her
life is especially important in the case of the psychiatrist because
the patient tends to model his/her behaviour after that of his/her
psychiatrist by identification. Further, the necessary intensity of
the treatment relationship may tend to activate sexual and other
needs and fantasies on the part of both patient and psychiatrist,
while weakening the objectivity necessary for control. Additionally,
the inherent inequality in the doctor-patient relationship may lead
to exploitation of the patient. Sexual activity with a current or
former patient is unethical.


He swallowed the searing bitterness that rose and closed his eyes
breathing deeply for a second, trying to control the dry heaves his
stomach was producing.

His gut settled and he leant back in the morning sun, the book on
his lap, coffee mug resting on the armrest of the huge leather chair
in his office. He heard the birds tweeting outside his window and he
sipped some more coffee.

He turned his gaze back to the book and looked for another
unsettling paragraph.



**~~**

Stars singing stars singing stars singing stars singing stars
singing stars singing stars singing stars singing stars singing
stars singing stars singing stars singing stars singing

"Angel? Do you want to participate today?" Dr Harris's voice floated
through the song.

He tuned in. He was in group. The whole circle was staring at him.
Doyle was smiling at him. He realised he was singing.

He closed his mouth and smiled, still bouncing his legs to the beat.

"Do you want to participate in today's discussion?"

"Is it about the music?"

"Uh – no, what we're discussing is how we can help others make –."

"No thankyou."

He tuned back out until all he could see was gold and all he could
hear were the stars singing stars singing stars singing stars
singing stars singing…

**~~**


He tiptoed down the hallway outside the sleepers. He'd come through
a systems door he'd found out about so the guard wouldn't see him.
He had to leave it open a crack; there was no handle of the other
side. After a couple of hours of looking up exactly what was wrong
with physician/patient relationships, he felt himself … wanting. He
couldn't help it. He kept visualising Liam's face, his hands running
over his skin, could feel the skin under his fingertips, could taste
him in the air, taste the salted sweat and come and the honey
underneath. He needed to see him again. He felt like a black eyed
junkie sneaking out of home to get a fix for his shaking body, when
he was supposed to be going clean.
As he got closer to the room, sickness filled his belly and made him
stop.

He tiredly tried to shut his conscience up, since he'd left Liam
early that morning it had been screaming at him. Screaming about
jail and wrong and ethics and moral code. He was too tired to focus
on it now.

He wanted to see Liam.

He felt his face crumple suddenly and he stopped again, for a
breather, feeling his eyes water and trying to force the tears away.
He wasn't sad. He'd figured that due to the anxiety and guilt and
frustration and pressure and overall sickness of his mind over the
past few months, he just couldn't cope, having a breakdown.

Great, now I'm analysing myself.

The crying jag stopped as soon as it started and he continued down
the hall, fixated and obsessed. He peeked into Liam's room but he
wasn't there. He sighed, relief and disappointment mixing.

The floor was scattered with pictures. Just swirls on the paper
mainly. Bright explosions. He knelt down and stared at them. They
hadn't been there last night… early this morning. Liam had drawn
them when he woke up. He smiled. He wondered if they were pictures
of how he felt last night when …

His stomach clenched and his forehead beaded.

He was filthy.

He closed his eyes and swallowed calming himself down. When he
opened them again he saw a corner of paper sticking out from
underneath his pillow. Will was filled with dread.

He reached for it slowly and tugged it out.

The paper was covered in little pictures of Will. Different angles,
a hand on a thigh, his eyes, his mouth all disjointed around the
centre linear drawing.
Will, face blissful and arched up, his eyes clenched closed, mouth
open in a howl as he orgasmed. The word `gorgeous' was scratched
across the picture.

He held it in his hands limply.

Hands smoothed across his stomach and ran up his shirt, curling
around the neck of his shirt and scraping scratchy fingernails
across the top of his chest.

"You found my pictures."

His heart tried to thump out of his chest; he closed his eyes in
relief, his stomach rolled and his cock twitched. He let his head
fall back on Liam's shoulder. It was all okay now. Moral code didn't
mean shit when he heard the purr in the voice.
The warm body covered his back; Liam was kneeling behind him. Liam's
chin came forward to rest on his shoulder and he saw him. Gazing
down at the picture with warm eyes, mouth curving a little. The arms
tightened their hold.

"You were extra pretty when you filled me up."

Will heard himself groan. Liam kissed the back of his neck and ran
one of his hands down to gently squeeze at Will's crotch.

"You make cats howl and dogs mew and drink milk."

He frowned slightly. "Is that a good thing?"

"It's wonderful."

"Good then." He flipped around and held Liam's face in his hands. He
stared down into the heated chocolate before lunging forward and
kissing him. He lifted them up and reached out with one hand pulling
the door closed.

"Are you going to play with me?" Liam asked, eyes wide, back pressed
up against the wall.

The ethical psychiatrist will scrupulously avoid using this
relationship to gratify his/her own emotional, financial and sexual
needs.

"You want it don't you Pet?"

"Want it."

"You need me? Inside you?"

Liam reached out; his eyes flaring, and grabbed at Will's shirt. He
nodded frantically, running a hand down to his own crotch, squeezing
himself. "Now!"

Sexual activity with a current or former patient is unethical.

Will let Liam pull his shirt off and latch onto his neck, kissing
him. He was praying no one would walk in on them, excited by the
fact they could. Liam was bouncing and grinding against him, running
his hands over his bare chest.

There was a jump in time, and then they were on Liam's bed, he was
kneeling on the thin mattress his mouth filled with tongue and
whimpering, his hipbones ramming into the base of Liam's ass as he
pounded into him. His hands were holding Liam's legs to his chest,
bending him in half, pulling them apart as wide as he could, trying
to burrow deeper into him.

Somewhere in his mind, a voice was yelling softly that he shouldn't
be doing this, not here, not in a room with a window in it, designed
so people could always see in.

He shifted his knees and some of Liam's drawings crinkled under him.

He looked up and he had one hand over Liam's mouth, to make sure he
was the only one who could hear the whimpers and yells that sickened
him and turned him on so fucking much.

Under no circumstances should a psychiatrist get involved with a
patient in any form of sexual behaviour, irrespective of whether the
patient or the therapist initiates this behaviour.

He let go of Liam's thighs, pounding viciously as he saw the red
marks on them, and filled his hand with Liam's sticky-wet cock,
pulling it fiercely as his hand stayed over the baby pink lips, so
no one would interrupt.

"Oh bloody hell … Angel!"

Liam's eyes were glazed over and vacant, blinking heavily, a look of
bliss and innocence was drawn over his face. Warm wet spatter
covered his hand but he didn't stop pulling, still squeezing at the
painfully sensitive head until Liam was thrashing beneath him, lust
in his eyes and pain on his face, still being shifted up and down by
his thrusts. Liam reached down and stroked the hand over his cock
and Will could feel the bandage around his wrist.

He felt a long lick across his palm, the body beneath him as open
and respondent as a hooker's, twisting with the feelings and
sensations.

He came, both his hands trying to close into fists over the mouth
and around the softening cock, and he pushed his body against
Liam's, trying to get as much contact as possible.

He lay still for a second, feeling the body smooth beneath him,
heated and sweaty, a tired hand coming up to rest heavily on his the
back on his head, fingers twirling through the hair. The action had
a familiarity that soothed him, helped him enjoy where he was, no
guilt not right now, at least. A respite.

He let his own hand drop from the mouth, which immediately started
to hum softly. He thought he recognised the song, but it may have
been because Liam had sung it before.

His face was in the pillow. He mumbled. "What's the song, luv?"

"It's about happy."

"What's its name?"

A kiss on his ear. "It doesn't need one." Tongue licking around his
earlobe.

He reared up, the motion pulling his cock from the warm hole and
started kissing him, slipping his fingers into Liam's rectum as he
did, fingering him as he swooped his tongue around the whining
mouth, feeling the tired muscle clenching around his digits
sporadically. He could feel his come dripping from the passage with
his ministrations.
He kissed along Liam's chin and down to his neck, avoiding the pink
scar and what it meant, laying wet licks along the flesh, nibbling,
sucking to hear Liam's noises. He smiled as Liam bared his neck for
him, leaning his head away so the smooth skin would stretch
prettily. He was so trusting.

Will swallowed, and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against
Liam's chest.

"You're all blue Daddy."

Guilt was rolling his stomach. He was becoming manic depressive, one
second a glorious high and then feeling like he was being tortured
in hell. Liam's hands were rubbing up his back. He realised that
three of his fingers were still inside him. He pulled them out and
Liam sleepily pouted.

"Blue and gold, like a cat." He closed his eyes. "Meow."

Will slipped back into his jeans quietly, and shook his shirt the
right way around.

Liam was just lying on the bed, lags sprawled, arms sprawled, eyes
closed peacefully. His chest rose and fell steadily. Will shook his
head in disbelief. He was so beautiful. How could anything that
looked like that, exist? People, Mikael … Will, wanted to own the
creature. Couldn't stand being without him. And Liam so desperately
needed to be taken care of. It made Will's cock jump. A brief
fantasy of smuggling him out and just keeping him in his apartment,
a kept boy, seemed very plausible at that moment. He walked over and
ran a hand across Liam's chest, petting him.

"Gorgeous, Pet. I've never seen anyone as perfect as you."

"Meow." His eyes were still closed but he smiled gently.

He pulled on his boots and knelt before him. He pressed a kiss into
his chest and Liam's fingers brushed against him blindly.

"I have to go."

Liam opened one eye and closed it again, he giggled tiredly.

"We have a session tomorrow?" Will said, asking it as a question,
not sure why. He was so confused about everything at the moment,
like wandering around in fog.

"Will you bring a ball of wool for me?"

Will chuckled as he went to the door. "Because you're a cat?"

Liam's eyes opened. He smiled warmly, as if he was looking at a
child. "We both are."

"I see."

"You're a lion." Liam explained. "You prowl and growl like one."

Will kissed the air at him, smirking. "Big cat, that's me."

"Purr pretty kitty." He purred in his throat, making Will want to
slam the door and climb all over the prone nude body on the bed.

He determinedly left the room, closing the door on the meows and
purrs coming from inside.

He sneaked out the maintenance door he'd come in through.

*

He'd made it back to his office without anyone seeing and was just
about to drown out his conscience with an anvil of whisky when he
heard his name.

"Will!"

He span around, keeping his eyes wide and hopefully innocent. It was
Harris, grinning and bounding up to him.

"Hello."

"Hi, been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?"

Shit he knows! He knows what you've been doing you sick fuck. Fuck!
He knows.
There's probably cameras in the rooms and there's police waiting out
the front to take your disgusting ass to –

"What's wrong? You look sick."

"I'm fine. What did you need?"

Harris frowned at him slightly, suddenly all psychiatrist, trying to
read him. He looked back blankly, even though it felt like he was
baring his soul. You could tell so much from an averted glance.

"You look really white … sweaty. I think you're coming down with
something."

"I do have a bit of a headache, actually." He pressed his fingers to
his forehead. "Might go home."

"Oh, I just wanted to tell you about the Christmas party."

Will frowned, it was only October. "Start early around here, like
the malls?"

"Oh, its just we always have problems deciding where to go. All the
staff goes from the ward, except a few of course- to watch them all.
I was just wondering if you had any suggestions for the meeting."

Will tried not to look condescending. He'd rushed around the ward
trying to find him for this? He could have been doing some actual
work.

His conscience cackled. Like you were working Liam?

He felt faint and his body slammed against the door, his head
banging into it as his legs gave way.

"Whoa! Are you alright? Do you want me to call one of the nurses?"
He asked, eyes frantic.

"No, no, I'm fine." He said, embarrassed. "I'm just a little ...
shaky. You're probably right, I've come down with something."

Harris made a `duh' face, still holding his arm.

"I'm good now, really. I'll go home."

"I'll drive you."

"No, really I'm fine." He insisted, almost pleading with the man to
believe him.

"No way, I'll drive you."

Will didn't want to have Harris drive him home, felt exhausted by
the small conversation they'd just had. But what choice did he have?

"Thankyou."

"It's cool, I'll just go tell Al that I'll have to push our session
back. He one of those patients that gets a little antsy if
something's not in order."

One of those patients huh? Will's conscience intoned. I should tell
him about the quirks one of my patients has. Liam's one of those
patients that makes noises like a chipmunk when you finger him. Tell
Harris that.

He didn't tell him. Just smiled.

*

Harris had been surprised to see him in the staff room the next
morning. He was on his third cup of coffee by then, and was feeling
very pleased with himself. He hadn't been to see Liam, and wouldn't
see him until that afternoon for their session.

Which would be completely professional.

Twice was alright.

Any more and he deserved to be shot.

But twice couldn't hurt Liam.

He nodded to himself as he talked to Harris, pretending he knew what
the man was talking about.

Sally told him she'd taken the bandage of his chest this morning.
Liam hadn't been happy. The tattoo on his chest was surprisingly
clear. He'd cried for a while before shuffling off to his room.

Will had tried not to let Sally see this news was hurting his heart
and just tutted in a `what can you do?' way.

He didn't like to imagine Liam crying.

Harris was strolling along the corridors with him now.

"But I mean I don't want to pay $72 a month for it! I think it's a
bit steep."

Will shrugged. "You want digital, but. You have to weigh it up. Is
it worth it?" He pulled a cigarette out and stuck it in his mouth.

"What do you think?"

"I love TV, but I wouldn't pay more for my cable. It's a waste.
Not `round enough to watch it, am I?"

Harris considered this. "Oh, actually, just come into the caff for a
second? Gotta shift one of my patients around today. One's sick and
I wanna go home early."

"Oh sure." He said warily.

Every patient in the ward would be there for breakfast. His heart
was thumping happily. His stomach was filled with butterflies.

Liam.

They entered the room through the huge swinging doors. It was
cramped, and noisy. Men were waving their arms around, hooting and
shouting. Throwing food and other things around.

His eyes stubbornly searched the crowd for a messy haired tall
brunette. He couldn't see him.

"Alright …" Harris said, scanning the rubble himself. "and … oh,
there he is." He said, pointing at a bald man that Will didn't know.
He started towards him.

Will trailed after reluctantly, trying to keep his eyes on the floor
but not quite managing. Then he saw him. The noise dimmed.

He was sitting about halfway along the room, on the opposite side
from him, sitting up straight, stretching his neck to watch Will. He
was seated next to Allen, who was immersed in conversation with the
jittery man next to him.

When he caught Will's gaze he smirked and blew him a kiss.
Terrified, Will turned to Harris to make sure he hadn't seen. He
hadn't, he was bending down trying to hear a man over the now dim
noise.

He turned back to Liam who was smiling widely. Teeth showing and
shiny. Will frowned and shook his head. Liam traced a finger along
his lips and sucked it in, letting it slide out so Will could see
his tongue working on the tip.

Will just watched him. How could he not? He wanted to be sitting
next to him, running his hand up the prick teases' thigh. He pinched
the bridge of his nose at the thought and then turned his back on
Liam's pseudo sex show.


*~

He heard himself whimper.

"What's wrong Ags?" Doyle said turning around.

He slumped down and rested his face on his knuckles.

"Are you too sad to finish your toast?"

He pushed it over; feeling slightly better as Doyle rubbed his back
while he ate.

*~


He turned back to see how Liam had taken the obvious rejection and
saw his head on the table, Allen's hand rubbing over his back. Liam
lifted his head and layed it on Allen's shoulder.

Allen continued to pet him, and even ran his hands through the hair,
avoiding the bandage on the back of his head and neck. Liam pushed
closer, giggling.

Will felt a shard of jealousy tear through him like a buzz saw.

He envisioned himself pulling Liam out of the hold and dragging him
back to his room, back handing Allen on the way.

He stopped. What was he thinking? He wasn't jealous of this. He
wasn't even a jealous person, usually. He rubbed his eyes and told
Harris the noise was getting to him and that he'd wait outside.

He left, eyes flicking back to Liam and Allen the whole time, so
much that he almost tripped over a man sitting on the floor.

He was close enough to see Liam was singing, the look on his face
was always the same when he sang. His mind bitterly ticked over the
possibility that he was singing Allen the same songs as he did to
Will.
Allen kissed his forehead and Will banged the double doors open as
hard as he could, startling a few of the nearer men.




**~~**

Angel was painting yesterday morning. What he could hear when Will's
fingers were inside him, stretching him open. He shivered pleasantly
and added part of a mane to the picture.

"Angel."

He looked up at Will's voice and pouted at him. Will breathed in
sharply. But then he laughed, and told the guard next to him that he
could go have some coffee.

Will walked over to him all prickly. He was upset about something.

Angel didn't like that. He started getting worried. He knew what
happened when Mikael got upset. He stood up and backed away as Will
came towards him.

Will stopped, blinking. "What's wrong?"

He quickly tried to placate him. "You're upset. I'm sorry."

"I'm not upset. ... What are you sorry for?"

Angel frowned in thought. "I don't know."

"I'm not angry with you Pet." Will said, his face softening.

Angel watched him warily. The voice was like honey and it was making
him drowsy. Calming. The music picked up and sang a few lullabies.

"So," Will said, sitting down at a table, not coming any
closer. "Tell me about Doyle."

"Doyle."

William nodded, smiling, the sunlight catching his glasses.

Angel looked up at Will's hair. He liked it. He was having trouble
remembering what it looked like before it was cut like this. Will
got it cut a while ago? Maybe. It was all spiky now, kinda tufted,
like grass on a lawn. But still long enough to run his fingers
through. He wondered if Will would let him do that while they talked
about … what were they talking about?

His face crinkled as he tried to remember. Then he got sidetracked.

"I'm drawing what I heard." He said pointing at the picture.

"I can't see it from here, can I come over there to look?"

Why was he asking? "Yes."

Will cautiously made his way over, watching Angel's face as he came
closer. "Pretty." He said once he saw it. "Very vibrant. Makes me
all, excited."

"That's the song that I could hear when you played with me with your
fingers."

Will's eyebrows raised and his eyes grew large. "That's … uh, that's
very …"

Angel pecked him on the cheek.

"I could paint you one." He said pulling Will's hands behind him,
grinning with sex in his smile. "But I need to feel it again."

Will coughed and patted his hands against Angel's butt before rising
to rest on his hips. He made sure he had his attention.

"We can't do it again." He said, very slowly.

His mind sighed. He was playing that worn out tune again.

"You always say that Daddy. But then we always do anyway. Is this a
game? Cause I don't understand the rules."

Will shook his head and pulled his hands away. "It's not a game, but
it must be startin' to feel that way. Luv, I'm being serious … we
cant."

"Why not?" Angel asked, wishing Will would just give him a reason so
he could figure out a way to calm him.

"When I'm not with you … I'm thinking about you."

Angel grinned and hugged him, pouting when he pulled away. "Me too
Will – ee –um" he said slowly. He pouted again and then frowned when
Will didn't kiss him. He usually did after he pouted at him.

"But it's making me feel sick when I do," the room turned black and
Liam's heart froze as Will continued as if he didn't realise the sun
had been put out. "…and I feel bad for hurting you… I don't want
this."

"You feel sick?" He repeated, echoing in the dark.

Will closed his eyes and cursed. "I didn't mean you made me feel
sick," he said gently, coming up to try and touch him.

Angel pulled away frowning. "I'm disgusting. You don't want me." He
pushed the painting over, hearing it clatter to the floor.

Will didn't want him.

He felt the `whore' on his chest burn like it was being cut in all
over again and pressed his fingers to it to numb the pain. Spiders
were scurrying up his throat on their spindly furry legs, going to
make webs and lay eggs in his brain.
He hit his temple a few times to get them out. They were skittering
around inside, making his eardrums itchy. He shook his head, hoping
they wouldn't bite him, hearing them clicking and scritching.

He hadn't felt this way since that night with Harlen.

He heard himself squeal.

The darkness was crawling up inside, threatening to put out the
stars. He dropped to the ground to try to get away from it. He was
blind. He couldn't see. Couldn't see Will anymore. Not anymore,
disappeared into the dark with all the vampires.
"…Making me feel sick…"
Sick
"…I don't want…"
The dark was going to fill him up, and pour out his eyes and rip his
stomach to pieces. He could feel it welling up inside him and he was
terrified. He started sobbing, clutching his stomach as he curled up
on ice, all alone.

"Baby I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it that way." Will's
voice was saying.

He felt his teeth scraping across the ice as he sobbed into it, the
grit in his mouth.

"No, baby you're not disgusting, stop saying it Pet. It hurts me
when I see you cry, I love you, please stop Pet."

The light slowly seeped back in. Love? His sobs dried up to
sniffles. He sat up from the floor, Will slowly appearing before
him, red eyed and face frantic.

Will loved him.

He wiped his nose across his uniform and smiled. "Is that true?"

Will looked blank for a moment, his eyes searching. "Yes, it hurts
me. Be happy, Pet."

Angel wiped his face and giggled, still sniffing. His throat was
sore. He wondered if he had been screaming. Will hadn't meant that
he was sickening. Because you can't love someone if they make you
sick.

He crawled to him and pulled himself up Will's shirt. Will was
watching him. He leant forward and kissed him, Will automatically
opened his mouth and slid his tongue in, trying to settle Angel with
the sucking. He wrapped his arms around Angel's back and sat him on
his lap, kissing him again.

After a moment, he noticed Will was crying.

"Its okay, Daddy, the sun came back, don't be sad."

Will stroked his back and Angel knew he'd never have the darkness
again. "It's not that kinda sad, baby."

"What's wrong? You should play a happier song. The stars sing in
tune, and now I'm feeling sad again."

Will choked back a sob, and looked up, his eyes and nose red. "I
can't say no to you, I'm so sorry, …but I can't stay away."

"Shhh, Will, that's a good thing" Angel said, laughing because he
was so confused.

He shook his head and stroked Will's hair, rubbing the strands
between his fingers. "That's a celebration."

"Don't hate me Pet, I tried so hard, I really did."

"I don't hate you Daddy, I love you. I'll die without you. I know
it."

Will pressed his face into Angel's chest and started bawling.

"Shhh, Will, it's alright." He stroked the hair. He would cheer Will
up; it was painful to see his Daddy this sad.

He'd draw him a picture. "Where are my pencils?"

He felt Will hold him tighter. "Will, stop, cant you see the light?"

"Baby, Its all so …" He shook his head, sniffing and face defeated,
water running down his cheeks, the veins over his temples sticking
out and his eyes puffy.

"It's alright. Don't be sad. Don't be sad." He kissed over Will's
dark eyebrow and then down lightly over his hot eyelid and then
slipped his tongue back into his trembling mouth. Will started
breathing deeper and kissed him back, wet rattling in his nose.

He was holding onto Angel like he'd never let him go. Angel pulled
back and scooped Will's face in his hands, leaning down slowly to
brush kisses against the lips, drawing back when Will tried to kiss
back and then swooping back down.

He rubbed his crotch into Will's and felt him start to harden in his
jeans.

"There Will, now we can play, that will make you smile."

Will closed his eyes and Liam pushed him back on the hard ground,
wishing it were something softer for him to lie on. Cat fur or
feathers. Cat feathers. He giggled.

He lay there, sniffing, tears leaking out.

Angel undid his fly and sucked around the base of the hardening
prick. Will's song was cheering the music, making it brighter,
making all the sad blue swirls go away.

With a long finger he tipped the cock away from his mouth and
started licking the sac. Will tasted like sweet, like the feeling
you get when you laugh, like

"… hot ice and green"

Will groaned and shifted a little, trying to push more into Angel's
mouth. He reached up to knuckle the strip of skin between his legs.
Angel licked around the ridge of the waving cock before sinking onto
it, humming the loud part of the song as Will's thighs tried to pull
together. He sank and rose up on the length, feeling it edge more
and more into his throat. Frustrated because he couldn't swallow it
all from where he was, and really wanting to, wanting to fill his
throat up with Will have more inside him- he settled for sliding a
finger into his stretched mouth along with the shaft, and then
prodding the wet digit into Will's hole. He laughed around the
thrusting cock and wriggled his finger until Will froze and his
prick jerked.

He giggled at the noises he was making and slowly pulled off the
cock as Will's body occasionally jerked on the floor like he was
being shocked. He swirled the bitter salt spend around in his mouth
as Will watched, before tipping his head up and letting it drip down
his stomach, feeling himself expand and warm around it.

"…Pet…" Will whispered needily.

He bent over him and kissed the mouth. "Now I have you inside me."

Will grabbed his head viciously and pulled it down, thrusting his
tongue inside Angel's open mouth.

He knelt back between Will's legs and kissed the softening head,
before licking it clean. "That was fun Will. I love to play with
you." He slid Will's cock back into the jeans and zipped the fly
closed carefully.

"Was I good?"

Will just stared at him, like he couldn't speak. "Brill… Brilliant."
He said after a while, smiling at him like he was the only one in
the world.

He should draw the gold sugar he felt at that look. Where were his

"…pencils?"

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