Personal
thankyou to everyone that suggested for Liam's present.
Meant alot, and next chapter I'll post a
precise credit cause
well... i dont want to give it away now
do i? I love Christmas!!
Title:
Author: Inca
Feedback: Cause otherwise, I'll throw
shit around to get your
attention- 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: Thankyou Violethampster,
Ely Jan, Darkezza and Wendy
for their sweet-ass ideas to give me Angel's
Christmas presents for
Will. And anyone else who suggested whose
pressies I'm not using …
right now. Thankyou guys! *MWAH* to you
all. I have a few stored
away that I might use later.
I'm just a sucker for Chrissie, aren't
you?
***
Will tried to be silent as he snuck from
the maintenance door,
leaving it open so he could get back
through. He had the large wide
box wrapped in bright, shiny `Merry
Christmas' paper, and he was
holding it flat so it wouldn't make any
noise.
He may have gone a little overboard.
He ran up to the nurses station and
sighed. Only Jensen, asleep. He
ran giddily back to Liam's room and
slipped the latch open. Liam was
asleep; understandably, it was
closed the door behind him and sat on the
bed, putting the large
present on the floor. Liam was lying on
his side, a bare arm out of
the covers, draping down in front of his
stomach, knuckles brushing
the sheet.
"Pet, wake up." He whispered,
shaking his gently by the shoulder.
A mumble.
"Angel, wake up – come on."
Sleepy eyes blinked open and looked at
him blearily. "Will?"
"Merry Christmas, baby." He
leant down and pecked a kiss on his lips.
"Christmas?" He mumbled,
sitting up so the covers slumped down his
body and rubbing his eyes, face slack.
"What time is it?"
"
taking you out for celebrations and games
and all that bullocks
later, so I won't be able to sneak you
away."
Liam blinked a few more times as the
words settled in, then he
smiled. "Merry Christmas." He
reached over for the cup of water that
was always on his table and swilled the
water around in his mouth.
He swallowed and leaned towards Will,
smiling modestly and kissing
him, sucking Will's tongue into his mouth
and nibbling at it.
Will pulled away. "Presents?"
Liam grinned and started bouncing on his
bed. "What did you get me?"
His eyes lit on the gift on the ground.
"Ooooooh! Can I open it now?"
"No." Will said completely
seriously, laughing as Liam's face
fell. "Of course." Will lifted
the present and put it on Liam's
blanketed lap. He seemed mesmerised by
the shiny paper for a few
moments, before he ripped it open with
all the enthusiasm of a six-
year-old.
When he got the box open he just stared
in it for a moment, his eyes
wide and body still.
Will … may have gone a little overboard.
He'd thought the best present he could
give Liam would be something
to do with drawing. So he went to an art
and design shop. And bought
a lot.
For the next hour and a half Liam played
with the artists and
graphic pencil sets 8B to 2H and 5B to 5H
respectively, numerous
types of willow charcoal and charcoal
pencils, graphite sticks,
blendable pencils, oils and oil pastels,
sketching sticks from white
to sepia, chalk pastels and every single
kind of eraser available on
the many, many sketchbooks of varying
textures Will had purchased.
Will had pulled out a polaroid camera
he'd brought with him and
happily snapped away as Liam fluttered his
eyelashes demurely in one
photo and then looked like the centrefold
from Playgirl in another.
He pulled each thing out and looked at it
for a while, especially
the pencils, one by one, feeling the
weight it looked like, and
looking at the tip rubbing it along the
pad of his thumb
professionally.
Will had been posing for about an hour
and fifteen minutes and Liam
was still going strong – his face smudged
with charcoal, some kind
of pencil behind his ear and another in
his mouth. Interspersed in
the drawings were kisses and touches,
fingers running over skin and
through hair.
Will suddenly jerked when he realised the
time. "I have to go!"
Liam dropped the sketchpad and stared at
him forlorn. "Why?"
"Cause it's gotten late." He
stood up. "No therapists are on today.
Raise too much suspicion. They're coming
around with your meds at
Liam grabbed his watch and looked at it.
"But it's only seven! You
can stay longer!"
Will kissed him gently. "I put down
that I'm on tomorrow, okay? I'll
see you then." He kissed him again
and stood up.
"But." Liam started, sitting in
an array of pencils and paper,
mournful eyes looking up at him as he
grabbed his arm. "But
tomorrow's not Christmas."
Will's heart hollowed out. He sat back on
the bed, the seconds
ticking past in his ear. He pulled Liam
easily into his arms and
kissed over in face in little pecks until
he laughed.
"Okay."
"You happy again?"
"I am."
"Good. Now, clear all the stuff
away, put it under your bed for when
the guard comes, alright? Later you can
tell the guards who check
your room that someone you used to know
gave it to you, and tell
them that I checked it out. `Kay?"
Liam nodded and started reverently
putting things back in the box.
He grabbed the back of his head, and
pulled him close kissing his
forehead, before turning and hurrying to
the door.
"Wait!"
He looked down the corridor checking to
make sure no one was there
and looked back. "What?"
"What about your present?" He
asked, pushing off the bed onto the
ground, but leaving his legs awkwardly
still under the covers, and
twisted himself to reach under the bed.
He pulled out a photo frame
and showed to him excitedly.
Will looked at it. It contained the
picture of Will's friends. The
one that was on his desk. Usually. Will
snorted a laugh and tried to
cover it up. Liam handed the familiar
frame over proudly.
"This is uh … I love this.
Thankyou."
He smiled. "Merry Christmas."
"Its what I wanted."
He made happy noises. "Good. But I
have another…"
He slipped out of the bed and went to his
table, pulling open the
drawer and rummaging through the pens and
paper and bits of string
that seemed to fill it. "I went with
Doyle to a craft session. I
made this for you for me."
He triumphantly pulled out a thin strap
of black leather that was a
looked about an inch and a half wide. The
leather had two small
holes punched on one of the ends and the
other end had two thin
thongs of leather draping from it. It
looked like it was meant to
tie into a circle. Will frowned.
"What is it Pet?"
"I'm your kitty."
He still didn't understand.
"Meow."
Liam lifted the strap and held it around
his neck, fumbling with the
laces for a second. He finished and
dropped his hands to his
stomach, rubbing around like he was
petting himself. He purred.
It was a fucking collar.
Will knocked Liam to the bed and jumped
on top of him, kissing him
wildly. He put his hand up to the throat
and traced his finger along
the black leather. It was smooth, and
studded with a little pattern
along one side.
"Pretty kitty, meow." Liam
giggled. "You like it?"
This was all so fucked up and wrong. He
kissed the side of Liam's
mouth and ran his hand down to rub at his
crotch.
"I love it, Pet."
Wasn't this fucked up and wrong? Why
wasn't he taking the collar off
again?
"Your pet now. They won't be able to
take me away to the pound."
"No, they wont."
He kissed the leather right over the bump
in Liam's throat and heard
him make the happy noises again. "I
love it."
He slipped off Liam's body and went to
the door, his lips curving at
the whines. He looked back, the band of
black so prominent around
his throat. He was gorgeous.
"Beautiful, Angel."
"Merry Christmas Will."
**~~**
Meow
**~~**
Will snuck in early on Boxing Day, waving
to the guards with his
coffee in his hand. He made a promise
that he would not go and see
Liam until at least
That's a respectable time, seeing as they
didn't actually have a
session today.
He could go by the art room and just
`accidentally' run into him.
And then they could pretend Liam had a
problem that they had to
discuss in private and he could bring him
back to his office and …
… talk.
That fucking collar. They'd talk about
the collar. They'd talk about
how gorgeous he was with that strap
around his neck and how Will
couldn't concentrate on anything since
he'd seen it.
He shivered in anticipation.
Maybe he'd go see him a little earlier.
Dinner at Harris' had been fun, his
girlfriend Anya was lovely, if a
little blunt at times. There was an
awkward moment when Harris had
asked him what he was singing and he
realised it was one of Liam's
never-ending songs.
He sat at his desk and tried to focus on
his files.
He wondered what Liam would look like
with that collar on sans
clothing. He inhaled deeply and squeezed
at the hardening bulge in
his jeans.
He wondered if Liam was still playing
with his pencils.
He wondered if Liam was getting hard,
which made him harder.
Knock Knock
"Sorry Dr Telleck, but Liam's demanding
to see you." A voice through
the door.
Will stood up quickly. "About what,
is he alright?" He swung the
door open.
A nervous looking guard Will didn't
recognise stood there. "He just
wants to see you, you better come, he's
throwing furniture and
crying."
Will's eyes widened at that. That wasn't
Liam. "Okay, show me."
They hurried down the hall to some sort
of rec room, the furniture
tossed about. The television showed some
sort of cartoon, crashing
out of the speakers. Liam was being held
on the ground by three
nurses but he was thrashing about. One
was trying to stick him with
a sedative. Liam saw him and doubled his
efforts to get away,
screeching and showing the whites of his
eyes like a scared animal.
"No! No it's alright, don't worry
about that." He said a little
angrily to the needle happy nurse.
A frazzled one with mussed hair spoke up.
"Sorry Dr Telleck, he was
losing it! We didn't know what to
do."
Liam was squirming, his legs kicking out,
his arms held by the men.
He looked caged. "Will! Will!"
"Don't worry, ba ... I'm here, calm
down." He said quietly, biting
back the `baby' at the last second.
"Breathe Angel."
He did so, steadily calming.
The nurses warily let him go, ready to
spring back on him if needed.
"You calm?"
Liam took a deep breath and nodded,
swallowing. He was still wearing
the collar.
He came over and knelt in front of him.
"Good. Now what got you all
upset?"
"Private."
"Sorry?"
"I wanna talk in private, I don't
want them to hear." He said,
shaking his shaggy head in the guard's
direction, rubbing his arms
where they had held him.
Will nodded. He stood up and pulled Liam
with him. He led him to the
door, but one of the panting men stepped
in front.
"Dr Telleck, I don't know…"
He brushed past the anxious nurse
steering Liam by the
shoulder. "Its fine. Don't
worry."
Will pulled him back to the office, and
sat him on the chair,
sitting next to him, looking at him
anxiously.
"What happened luv? What's
wrong?"
Liam smiled sweetly. "They held me
down."
"Yes, because you were throwing
things. Why? That's not like you."
"I wanted to see you."
Will grinned at him and shook his head,
as the realisation set in.
"I was so lonely Will-ee-um. I was
all alone and I needed you to
make me all fun again." He purred
tapping his fingers up Will's arm.
He grabbed his head and pulled him close.
"That was naughty." He
kissed him almost angrily and pulled back
to see the excitement in
his eyes. "Bad Pet."
"I'm sorry." He giggled.
He pulled the sides of Liam's uniform
apart, popping the buttons and
ran his hands hungrily over the chest.
"Bad Pet. You're not allowed to do
that."
He whined, still smiling. Will leant
forward and kissed the skin
just above the thin collar. God, he was
entranced by it. He wanted
Liam naked, with that black around his
neck.
Will pulled him up of the couch and into
the bedroom, standing him
in the middle and pulling the jumpsuit
off, mildly surprised to see
Liam wasn't wearing anything underneath
it like he usually did.
"Expecting me Pet?" he asked,
pecking a kiss onto a bare arse cheek.
Another whine. He was bouncing on his
feet. "Get your boots off."
He fell gracelessly to the ground and
pulled them off, standing up
again, naked and beautiful, unashamed and
very horny. And collared.
His fingers came up to tap across his
collarbone then up on his
collar and he giggled at something. Will
stood in front of him and
leant forward, catching him in a kiss,
his hand roaming down to play
with the solid flesh, pulling and squeezing
as Liam thrust it into
his hand. He pulled out of the kiss and
gazed at the tattoo on his
chest. He pouted at Liam and lay a lick
along it, cleansing it. Liam
sobbed once and then drifted back into
his happy place, fisting his
hard on. Will pushed him onto the bed on
his knees. He grabbed the
jumpsuit from the ground and brought it
over.
"Stick your hands through the
slats."
Liam did so, pushing his hands through
the wooden slats of the
headboard and tapping his fingers against
the wall. Will wound the
jumpsuit around his forearms tying off
the arms and the legs around
the slats so Liam couldn't move his
wrists.
He could get out if he really wanted to,
but not without some effort.
"Don't move your arms."
Liam nodded, jiggling and whining wildly.
He bent down behind him, shifted his
knees up more underneath his
stomach to give himself more access. Liam
was trying to look over
his shoulder to see what was happening.
The ties of the collar fell
down his back, along his spine and somehow
that made everything all
the more beautiful and all the more hot.
Will scraped his fingernails over Liams
spine and down to his
backside before leaning in suddenly and
sticking his tongue through
the tight ring of muscle as far as he
could go.
Liam let out a scream.
Will drew back and smacked him lightly
across the ass. "No noise."
He leant back down, swathed his tongue
across the spasming hole and
stuck it in again. Liam howled. He looked
over his shoulder and
giggled.
Will rolled his eyes and smacked him
hard, leaving a red mark on his
butt. He whimpered. "Not a game. You
make another noise and Daddy's
going home."
Liam nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry.
Please keep doing it?"
"Alright. No noise."
And did he just refer to himself as
Daddy?
He sighed at himself and leant back in to
the tasty hole. He
mercilessly tongue fucked him for the
next half hour, stroking
himself and Liam to the sounds of the
whines smothered by his face
in the pillow. He let go of his own cock
and reached up to Liam's
nipple to pull and twist at it, still
tonguing his anus and pulling
at his cock.
Liam, not surprisingly, came over Will's
hand and down onto the bed
sheets. Will lapped up the spit sticky
hole for a while, feeling the
tiny hole clench under his tongue, in the
after-effects of his
orgasm.
Will grabbed some lube that he now kept
in his side drawer and layed
it on himself, covering his fingers as
well and slipping them into
Liam's relaxed channel. He was moaning
quietly.
He held Liam's hips and pushed his prick
inside the heat and his
eyes rolled back at the feelings. He
could see Liam's hands twisted
around the slats of the headboard, his
face buried in the pillow.
His cock twitched. Liam was going to kill
him. He was turning into a
sex maniac. He started thrusting into the
open body beneath him. He
leant forward and stroked down Liam's
hair like he was petting him,
feeling the small sad ridge of the scar
in his hairline, rubbing
over it to take away the hurt. His
fingers ran down and played with
the hanging straps of leather. Will's
other hand was palming the
clenching cheeks, massaging them in
circles, grabbing the flesh in
his hand, smacking the skin lightly.
Liam's hands started twisting
around.
Will slowed his thrusting in case Liam
was upset. "What's wrong
baby?"
"Want to touch you."
He picked up his thrusting again.
"Nope." Liam whined. "Bad Pet. If
you're bad you don't get what you
want."
Liam was clenching him on the in stroke,
sensually twisting his body
until Will overloaded from the sight and
the feel of the velvet
passage clenching around him and came
inside, thrusting as deep as
he could and reaching down to push Liam's
thighs apart and force him
down flat on the bed.
After he came back from his orgasm, he
lay down along the slippery
back and undid the knots around his
hands. Liam flipped around
dislodging him from his back and ran his
fingers over Will's chest.
Will layed on his back and Liam slipped
his thigh over his stomach
and straddled him, still running his
hands around. Will could feel
the wetness from Liam's hot hole slipping
over his stomach.
"I got to touch you anyway…" He
purred. Smoothing his hands down
Will's ribs.
"Bad Pet."
"Good Pet." He swayed down and
kissed him lightly. "Good Will."
**
He poured Liam some coffee as he sat
placidly on the big brown chair
in his office. He already knew Liam was
three sugars and little bit
of milk. He remembered the important
things.
He watched, face expressionless save a
small smile and accepted the
cup with a thanks. He sipped it and put
it carefully on a coaster on
the coffee table, and then went back to
fingering his collar.
Will tried not to focus on that. He was
trying to juggle having a
relationship with someone and also trying
to make sure they got the
therapy they needed.
And it was fucking difficult.
"Do you want to talk about anything
before I start? Want to ask any
questions?"
"Yes. Why did you cut your
hair?"
Will reached up to his hair and felt the
shortish strands. He'd got
it cut a while back now. "Thought I
need a change."
"Rejuvenation."
"Yeah… I spose."
He was going to ask Liam about the tattoo
on his chest. How he was
reacting to it.
"Why?"
Will paused. "Felt bad at the
time."
"And you wanted to be all new?"
He scratched his cheek. Liam was watching
him with bright attentive
eyes, uncaring of the hair that was
falling over his face. It was
all Will could concentrate on, due to
their topic of discussion. The
afternoon light was coming through the
window and flicking bits of
gold into it.
"Yeah, I think everyone wants that,
from time to time."
"I understand that."
"Do you Pet?"
"Yes." He paused. "Are we
going to play with each other?"
He breathed in. "Not today,
luv."
Liam nodded, a little disappointed.
"I get lonely at night. The
darkness sometimes seems a lot when I'm
alone. Can I sleep here?"
Will smiled sadly. "No, Pet. I would
like it if you could, but it
would be too risky."
He nodded again.
"What about if you get me a huge cat
bed?" He asked. "And I'll purr
and lick myself clean and no one will
know its me."
Will grinned. "I'll think about
it."
"Good."
"Now, I want to ask you something,
but it might upset you…"
Liam eyed him, wary. "Not about the
night?"
"No. About the tattoo Mikael gave
you."
Liam slapped his hand up to his chest.
"Oh…"
"Yes. Mikael held you down didn't
he? To give it to you?"
"Kinda."
Liam played with his hair, twining the
strands around his fingers,
his head cocked. The collar covered half
of the pinky scar on his
neck.
"What does that mean?"
"He said it would make him
happy." He said, his eyes vacant and
blurry.
"So you let him do it?"
"Kinda." Still twirling the
hair.
"Pet…"
"After it started it hurt too much
and I wanted to go. Then he and
him held me down." He looked
distressed. His lips were trembling a
little and his eyes weren't blurry, he
wasn't able to drift off at
the moment.
"Do you know that it doesn't mean
anything? That having whore
written on you doesn't make you
one?"
"Yes."
"Good." He said in a solid
tone. "I don't think you're a whore." He
added more gently.
"I want to be a whore for you."
His eyes drifted and then
refocussed. "I'd like that."
Will's cock leapt to attention. He
croaked. "Is that so?"
"Yes." He stood and sat down
next to Will on the sofa. "Laying down
on silk one night and dirt the next for
you. I want you to own me.
You want that too?"
"No. I want you to feel … wanted and
equal."
"You want to keep me as a big cat.
Cat feathers. Own me. Spread
myself out across your bed and you can do
whatever you want." He
kissed up Will's jawbone.
Liam had a need to be used and Will was
inclined to think it was
because he didn't like himself or what
he'd done, or well maybe … it
was because he did liked it.
He shook his head.
Well … Liam had got the collar.
NO! Stop it. Push him back, this is
fucking him up so
extraordinarily! His conscience had
finally broken through again.
You had your fun now let him loose before
he ends up thinking all he
can be is a sex slave in chains.
Will's stomach squiggled at the thought.
Pleasantly.
NO! Send him back and leave. He's turning
you into a sex addict.
He froze. He felt Liam's fingers under
his shirt playing with his
nipples.
Leave him alone. Get the hell out of
dodge. Go back to England and
stop this.
Leave him?
He realised his hand was on the back of
Liam's head pulling him in
for a kiss.
Leave him? How?
You have to.
Fuck that.
He smirked and pulled Liam's face to his
grinding their teeth
together, before pulling away and pushing
Liam back into a
comfortable therapist/patient distance.
Liam grinned at him. "I know I'm not
a whore. I'm not bad. But I
like to play that game. With you. You
make it good."
"Games are good Angel, but not right
now alright?"
He nodded licking his lips sweetly with
the devil in his eyes. He
lounged back in the seat and started
playing with his hair.
"Are we dating?" He asked the
strands.
Will blinked. Were they? Their situation
wasn't really … normal. He
guessed, in their own fucked up little
way, they were seeing each
other.
"Yeah. Guess we are. Do you like
that?"
He purred in response, looking past
Will's head at the wall and
smiling secretively. His eyes flicked
back to Will after a moment.
"Psst" He said, making Will
lean in to hear him. "I like you better
than anyone."
"Same, pet." He said, incredulously
truthful.
Will sat back. He was wondering about
Liam's relationships before
himself. He nodded at him and sipped at
his coffee.
"Were you ever with other men?"
Will asked, wanting to know if
Liam's attraction to men had only been
since he was incarcerated.
Because of certain … occurrences.
"No, I swear!" Liam said, wide
eyed. "There's only you now."
He smiled. "I mean before. Before
you were here?"
Liam nodded. "Yes."
"So you were always…" he was
going to say gay, but then remembered
Liam had a wife, "bi?"
"Yes." He was watching him
warily, all flirty smiles gone.
"Was it hard? For you and
Darla?"
He looked out the window. "Darla
didn't know."
Will raised his eyebrows at that.
"Oh."
"But I needed it."
Will nodded.
"That's why I said yes to Harlen.
Even though …" He stopped like he
was frozen.
Will watched him carefully. "Who was
Harlen?"
Liam looked at him, and Will immediately
wrapped his arms around the
man at the look of terror in his eyes.
"No … he lives in the darkness, makes
the spiders c… the hate and
the smell of rot."
Will suddenly felt very protective.
"Did Harlen hurt you?"
He whined.
"Where did you meet Harlen?"
"In the gallery. He bought some of
my art. He loved it. Came back.
More art." Liam started rocking.
"Don't. I feel bad. Sick inside."
"Pet."
"Bad, evil. I should've told Darla.
I shouldn't have…now she's…
she'll never know, now sh…" He made
a distressed sound, rumbling out
from his chest.
Will guessed. "You had an affair
with him?"
Liam snuffed out some air and looked at
him, his eyes puffing up
from the beginnings of tears. "Don't
ask me about him."
"Alright, baby, I won't ask."
Will said in soothing tones, slightly
rocking him, knowing full well he would
ask at a later date.
Harlen... Harlen. Never seen the name.
Not in any of Liam's files.
He frowned, and hugged Liam to him.
Must've been an old boyfriend.
He petted his hair to calm him down and
caught sight of the clock.
He stood bringing Liam with him and wiped
away the wet from his
cheeks as the man stood there sniffing
and not flinching or blinking
as he smoothed away the hurt.
"Your dinner time now Pet. Go have
some."
He nodded and Will walked him to the
cafeteria, looking around the
empty hallways to make sure no one
noticed the playful swat he gave
Liam's butt as he walked through the
doors.