Author: Inca
Feedback: Please? Or I start to see things� - [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: Okay, now Ely Jan is the girl you should all be praising for Liam�s kitty collar! She said there probably would be other crafts. And somecandytalkin (Wendy) is who to thank for the cute picture idea, cause she�s gorgeous. Violethampster and Darkezza both had the crafty idea. MWAH you guys, fantastic ideas!
***
He swallowed, hard, trying not to look worried.
�A conference?� Wiltho�s asked, sitting in his huge office at his huge desk, frowning in uncertainty.
�Yeah. Many actually� But it�s just one conference and the group workshops I�m most interested in. Paul James and Sarah McClennen will be speaking.� Will said, feeling like a fifteen-year-old trying to get a parent to allow them to go to a party without adult supervision, trying to convince them there wouldn�t be any alcohol. Will remembered the feeling. His friends were always older than he was and he always wanted to prove he was as old in mind as they were.
Wiltho�s raised his eyebrows, recognising the names, before frowning again. �It is highly irregular you realise?�
�Yeah, I do. But it�s only for five days. And he would be guarded the entire time, by me of course, plus there is a special chartered plane for the other patients and a ward being set up for them as sleeping quarters at the destination.�
Wiltho�s considered and then frowned again. �But I bet none of those patients have been convicted of three count murder.�
Will paused. It wasn�t like Liam was in maximum security. The patients went on day trips. �� well no. But Liam is no more dangerous than any others.� He paused. �On his meds.� He added as an afterthought.
Wiltho�s looked down at the information press release. �This one. The conference for patients suffering trauma��
�Yes, but more importantly, therapy to help them to open up about it.�
�I see.� He looked up. �Having problems with that?�
Will smiled tightly. �Not problems. I just believe that Liam would be more comfortable opening up if he was around others doing the same.�
�That�s why we instigated group therapy.�
�Yes, but the stories are all disturbing and violent� seeing the condescending look on Wiltho�s face he quickly clarified, �And Liam pleads his innocence.�
A spark lit in Wiltho�s eyes. �Oh I understand. You wish to take Liam here so he will be surrounded by people he �thinks� he�s like. Victims. You believe he doesn�t like group here because he doesn�t admit he committed the crimes.�
�Of course.� Will said, agreeing with him so that he could take Liam.
He desperately wanted to. He was completely lying about his reasons.
�Of course he�d have to be under constant supervision. It would be disastrous if anything happened, to draw attention to the fact we had let him�� Wiltho�s looked excited by the prospect despite his reservations, intrigued by it all. Will was glad, Wiltho�s was a psychiatrist, through and through. He wanted to see his patients recover no matter the cost.
Please don�t send anyone along with me.
�Can you think of anyone else under your care who could benefit?�
�Well �� He leaned in and spoke quietly. �Wouldn�t want anyone alerted would we?�
Wiltho�s almost chuckled with delight at being so bad. �No, no. Alright, guarded the entire��
�Yes. Entirely. Of course we would need a guard to escort us to the airport��
�Yes, yes. Done.� He stood and, strangely, shook Will�s hand. �Now, don�t let it get out. The conference must be alerted about Liam�s nature, but no one else� only four days?�
�Five. But there have been a four night excursion with the patients here.� Will said, excluding the fact that there was only one and it was an �in grounds� excursion.
�Indeed? Alright. Set it up.�
*
Will practically skipped down the hallway once he had walked calmly past the guard. He knocked on Liam�s door and pushed it open. Liam was stretched out along the floor brown-charcoaling a picture of a rose. He looked up with a grin.
�A rose. For you.� He said holding up the picture.
Will smiled, closed the door and squatted down next to him, taking the picture and ooh-ing over it for an acceptable amount of time, before being unable to contain his excitement any longer.
�I have good news, kitten.�
�Oooooh, what is it? Are we going to play?� He licked his lips seductively.
�Plenty of time later pet. But for now,� He pulled him up and wrapped his arms around him. �How do you feel about a holiday to England?�
**~~**
Angel was blinking furiously. It was freezing. He had a huge coat over his shoulders, layers of clothing, he was inside the conference foyer but he was still freezing. He stood close to Will who was talking to a red headed pale woman at the counter.
A lot of people were pale over here.
Angel had never been out of America. He jiggled to the music.
�Not necessary. We will be staying in our own accommodation to make sure he is guarded completely.� Will was saying.
Angel felt wonderful, if a little cold. He was wearing jeans, vest shirt and jumper under the huge coat. Normal, comfy clothes for the first time in four years.
Will had done this all for him.
He wanted to drop to his knees right here and suck and lick him until he cried. Lick him to the music. To the beat thumping inside his head. He hummed and the girl looked at him strangely.
��doesn�t start until three-thirty today. What would you like us to do with him until it begins?� she was saying. She had a cute face and freckles.
She wasn�t as pretty as Will. No one was.
�That�s fine, we�ll take this time to make sure the guards and accommodation are in order.�
They left the foyer and once out of view got into a cab. Will�s hand on his leg stopped him from moving his body to the music. He couldn�t help it. It was just so � happy at the moment.
Cavendish.
Strange name for a hotel. He would�ve named it � Will. They wandered through the doors of the huge lavish foyer, much nicer than the conference, and went to the polished desk. A boy ran behind them carrying their luggage.
Angel grinned.
The blonde at the desk smiled at them as they approached.
�Hello how may I help you?�
The floor looked like it had gold in it. So did the air for that matter. Angel watched some curl past and then turned back to the woman who was looking at him strangely.
�Booking under Telleck.�
She turned to her computer and Will smiled at him.
�This is nice. Are we staying here?�
�Yep.�
The woman�s eyes flicked up at them and then back to the computer.
�Ah here you are. Queen En Suite?� her eyes flicked back to Angel and he smiled at her.
�Yes.� Will said pleasantly.
Angel could see his hair prickling though. He wondered why. Didn�t really matter, the woman couldn�t see it.
�Alright.� She said, and pulled two credit cards out. She gave one to Will and then handed the other to Liam. �And this is yours.� She said with a strange smile.
He looked down. It wasn�t a credit card it was some hotel key. �Nice.� He said.
�Real nice.� Will said, glaring at the girl. She looked back at the computer. She gave them some hotel paraphernalia and they went to the elevator.
�Dozy cow.� Will growled as the levels dinged away.
�What�s wrong?�
�Nothing Pet. Don�t worry. Nice place isn�t it?�
�Its gold.�
�Yeah.� Will nodded. He was very white. He was the moon. Unblemished though. And he was with him. Angel giggled and Will smiled at him adoringly.
The doors opened and they wandered down the dimly lit corridors until Will stopped and slipped his card into a door. When he opened the door he pushed the card into a holder near the light switches and the lights came on.
�Magic!� Angel laughed.
Will pulled him inside. The baggage was already inside. The place was huge. There was a little lounge room and a huge bathroom. Angel popped his head inside.
�A bath!�
Will came out from the bedroom with a sarcastic smile on his face. �Yeah it�s got everything.� He wrapped him up in a warm hug from behind. Will�s hands smoothed over his sides and stomach.
His stomach twitched pleasantly. �I�m horny Will.�
�Are you?� He felt Will�s teeth on his ear. �Come here.�
He turned around in the hug and kissed him. Will�s hair was a bit longer now, and when it got wet it almost went into curls. At the moment it was all spiky and messy. He had his eyes closed as he kissed him, dark thick eyelashes tipping down. Angel reached up to rub his finger along them. Like the world�s tiniest softest paintbrush.
�You want to paint with my eyelashes then luv?�
Angel didn�t realise he�d said that out loud. Will�s hand ran up under his layers, running along his skin. It was warmer in here.
�Are we going to play?�
�Would you like that?�
�Always. Always playing. Never stop.� He licked a line up his chin and over his lips. Watermelon candy.
�Might be a bit difficult Pet, but I�ll try.�
The thought of Will inside him forever made his lungs whine. He tried to pull Will down onto the ground so they could start. Will laughed.
�Not here pet!� he tugged him up and patted his butt into the bedroom. He felt his coat being taken off his shoulders.
The bed was huge, with a huge red and gold patterned quilt. The walls were cream. Will pulled his jumper off over his head hurting his ears a little. He felt his jeans being unbuttoned and Will�s hand curving around his excited cock. A kiss just above his collar. A groan into his shoulder.
�You�re so gorgeous.�
�Am I?� Angel teased, pumping his hips a little.
�Wait here. Don�t move.� The hand left and made his cock feel cold. He wrapped his own hand around it. He scraped his nipples through the vest and white tee he was wearing. His head fell back.
Lightening.
He opened his eyes and squeezed his cock almost painfully in shock. He yelped.
Will�s kisses on his ears. Soft chuckling. �I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to scare you baby. Just pictures. Cause I�m a bad man.�
A Polaroid camera waved in front of his face. He grinned.
�Are you going to look at me? When you�re at home?�
A kiss on the back of his neck.
�All alone? Wishing I was there?�
The hand pushed around his cock again, pumping it. He flailed around for the camera and took a picture of the white hand around his cock.
He looked at the picture as it formed. White fingers pulling his foreskin back.
�This is a good photo.� He commented quietly.
�Don�t drop it, baby.� Will said taking the camera from him, and he saw it was hanging off one finger by its strap.
A moment passed, just his pants echoing into the room as Will pumped him. �Want to model for me Pet?�
�Yes.� He giggled. �Naughty.�
�Very.�
The hand left his cock and he pulled off his shirt and vest and then toed his boots off before slipping the jeans off. He left his collar on so Will could see he owned him.
He slipped onto the bed and stretched across it, trailing his fingers up his chest. Will liked it when he did that. He loved it when Will watched him. He felt beautiful when the blue gaze was burning him up.
Flash.
He purred and patted his stomach, one finger hooked around his collar.
Flash.
He closed his eyes and grinned, flicking his tongue over his lips as he ran a fingernail down his cock making it bounce.
Flash.
He gripped it and squeezed, feeling his teeth bare.
Flash. Flash.
He spread his thighs and curled his other hand around his sac, still pumping.
Flash.
He groaned. He loved the feeling of Will watching him, the hot sugar of the flash across his skin. He palmed his cock and used the other hand to sweep his finger through the precome.
Flash.
He brought the sticky finger to his mouth and swirled it around. He could taste the picture in it.
Flash.
The bed dipped and he opened his eyes to see Will, still holding the camera, on knee on the covers, one hand in his opened jeans tugging on his cock.
Angel flipped over, grinned at the flash as Will took a picture of his backside and swivelled around, kneeling and sitting on his feet, reaching out to grab Will�s hard prick. He smiled up at the camera, tongue flicking over his eyetooth.
Flash.
He pumped it a few times before licking the head, running his tongue along, feeling the ridge of the frenulum, and sucking half the cock into his mouth.
Will groaned and thrust the rest in. He continued to fuck his mouth, running his hands soothingly through his hair, tracing his eyebrows and cheekbones gently.
Flash.
Will threw the camera on the covers and pushed Angel back on the bed, lifting a thigh up and flicking his tongue in between his cheeks to the puckered dip.
Angel howled at the sparks behind his eyelids.
After a long, eye clenching, star-screaming time Will pulled back.
�Fuck!� he muttered as Angel whined on the bed, wanting the tongue back inside him and trying to signal it to Will. �Where did I put the goddamned bloody slick?�
Angel let out a few meows of excitement at the development.
Will fell to his knees on the floor and ripped open his travel bag, throwing things around.
�Are you going to come inside me Daddy?�
He didn�t look back. �As soon as I find that bastard of a lubricant I will.� He muttered, shaking his shirts and looking in his pockets.
�You don�t need it. I want you inside. All the way, up to my belly.�
Will groaned. �Luv, you say that, but it would hurt and you wouldn�t like it.�
�All warm and squiggling.�
Will hand clenched his cock. �Shh Pet.�
Angel flipped over onto his stomach, thought for a second and then flipped back again, deciding he wanted to see Will as he slipped home. He scratched his head and looked down at his cock. He smiled. His eyes ran up to the tattoo on his chest and he pouted and covered it with his hand.
Much better.
�Fuck yes!� Will pulled the slick out and rubbed it over his cock with his hand. He jumped back on the bed and slipped the wet hand to Angel�s anus, rubbing it with his fingertips before slipping one inside. The curls of music banded his head.
�Oooh, that feels so good.� He squirmed back on the finger.
Another finger slipped inside and Angel�s hands went to his long hair, pulling at it.
�Fuck me Will.�
Will pulled his hand away and curled it around Angel�s hip, wetting it and making it sticky. He slipped his prick in and sighed, before sliding into him.
The familiar feeling of Will stretching him open made him close his eyes and listen to all of it. The song behind them both, and the sound of Will in pleasure � panting and making little growly strong sounds in his throat. He felt very protected, warm and safe as Will slid out, pushing back in � further this time, the blunt head of him opening Angel up inside with a pleasant full feeling.
He smiled up at Will and bit the tip of his tongue. Will kissed him. He loved Will-kisses. Pink lips and wet hot tongue.
He wrapped his legs around Will�s back as he thrust, rocking back and forward with the music.
�So good Pet... Never stop it, always so fucking good.�
Will�s mouth was open slightly; he could see his tongue and teeth, including the one that was Angel�s favourite. The little-bit crooked one. Angel flicked his tongue over it and Will turned it into another kiss before pressing his lips to Angel�s cheekbones, then his nose then his top lip.
Angel felt the hot spurts inside him and saw Will�s face, pure bliss and he did that, and the music crashed and he wrapped his hand around his own cock, pounding it until he came. He roared and slumped back on the bed, closing his eyes and listening to the big cat-griffin panting above him, all feathers and fur and power.
His eyelids went white and he opened his eyes in surprise to see Will taking a picture of his cock still pumping slowly in and out of him.
He stretched his arms out and smiled as Will licked his lips at him.
�Spent?�
�Tired, Will.�
�Cant sleep now, Pet, we have to show up for the conference.� Will giggled, delighted in being able to give him the bad news.
Angel pouted.
Flash.
**~~**
They were walking the streets of London. It was seven-thirty.
And they were holding hands.
Will pulled up Liam�s hand and kissed the back of it, as two young women walked past and gave them �awww� faces. It didn�t matter. They weren�t even there, not really, the street was empty except for he and Liam.
Liam was bored through the workshops, wanting to get out and do something. Will felt the same way, but thought it was safer to stick to his plan. They were already taking tomorrow off because Liam would be �sick� and using the day to go to Buckingham Palace. Although Liam didn�t know that yet.
For about an hour, every time they weren�t talking he�d repeated a line of what sounded like some sort of children�s rhyme.
Three Six Nine, the goose drank wine.
Over and over. Will was sure he�d be hearing it as he fell asleep, and he�d finally asked Liam to sing something so he�d give the words a rest. At the moment he was bubbling about London and the accents and how cats could purr underwater or something.
Liam paused. �Can we go to a movie?�
�You wanna see a movie?�
�Yes, I haven�t been to the movies since � I don�t remember.�
Will nodded and led him in the direction of the nearest theatre. �What do you want to see?� he asked as they walked through the glass doors.
�Something about � comedy.�
�Alright.�
He paid for two tickets to some comedy with Julia Roberts in it, after Liam pointed at the movie poster. He spent the movie, mainly laughing at Liam laughing. Liam enjoyed the movie. More than anyone else in the theatre. He didn�t take the triviality for granted. Throughout the entire movie he had a look of awe on his face and Will was enraptured by it. He put his arm around his shoulders and plucked at the collar, smiling as every now and then he felt Lima�s fingers jump innocently to his thigh and then away.
Liam talked about the movie all the way to the restaurant Will had booked them into and then could only eat an entree because he�d filled up on popcorn and coke.
�Can I have some wine?� he asked, looking through the wine list.
�Sorry luv, not on your medication.�
He jutted his lower lip out.
�Nope.�
He whined quietly in their corner booth and batted his eyelashes.
�Angel, it will make you sick.�
�Can I have a sip?�
He acquiesced. �Maybe a small one.�
�What about a big sip?�
He pulled a face at him. �What about nothing?�
�What about a small one?�
�Small ones fine.�
He signalled the waiter. �Could you bring me a glass of the house Syrah?�
�Yes Sir, and for you?� He asked turning to Liam.
�Nothing for him.�
The waiter fluttered off.
�Small sip.�
Liam grinned. �Baby sip.�
The waiter came back with a bottle and a glass on his tray. He placed the glass in front of Will and showed him the bottle. He nodded and started pouring the red wine. Liam grew more and more agitated.
�No!� he whispered at him viciously. He looked like he�d been told the wine contained like it contained spiders or roaches or anthrax.
The waiter stared at him. Liam was watching the glass fearfully. Will was watching Liam fearfully.
�Don�t touch it Will. A thousand babies bled into that bottle, and now the stars are bleeding too!� He swept his hand across the table and knocked it onto the floor, shattering it and flicking the wine across the floor.
The waiter and Will and the twenty or so surrounding patrons stared at the broken glass, stunned.
�I�ll pay for it.� Will said calmly, after a silent moment. �What about a Chardonnay?�
**
He rubbed the towel across his head drying his hair. The rest of the dinner had gone smoothly. Liam had nothing bad to say about Chardonnay.
He giggled at the look on the waiter�s face.
�Angel?� He went into the bedroom and found him lying on the bed under the covers, a Polaroid in his hands, holding the square image over his face.
Will felt nervous tremors in his stomach as he climbed into bed beside him, feeling very domestic, slipping closer to look at the photograph. It was the one he�d taken of Liam when he was spent, lying back sleepily, Will�s cock still inside him. His stomach wriggled nicely at the thought, trying to kick his libido into first so they could go again.
He snorted. �Photogenic aren�t you?�
Liam let the photo fall to the bed and leant over to kiss him. �We�re going to sleep here. Together. Neither of us has to sneak off.�
�I know.� He kissed Liam�s forehead.
�I want it to be nice.�
�It will be.� Liam was watching him with docile brown deer eyes. It was wonderful. Sharing a bed with him, without guilt or fear. �Are you tired?�
Liam nodded, still watching him. Will leant over and flicked the lights off, rubbing Angel�s arms as he latched onto him at the sudden darkness.
�They come when it�s dark.�
�Shhh. Sleep pet.� Liam�s head rested on his shoulder. He slithered bonelessly into sleep.
**~~**
Will was breathing heavily, snoring every now and then, snuffly stuffy noises. Angel smiled at them. They were nice. Real. Real man, sleeping next to him. Real relationship. He loved the fact he snored. Gave him another reason to believe he wouldn�t slip away.
It was very dark. No light at all, only from the moon. Angel wasn�t used to that. There was always a little bit of light through the small square of glass in his door. Now there wasn�t and it was scaring him. His heartbeat was quick, even though the music was trying to calm him down.
He reached across Will�s body and ran his hand along his stomach. He skipped his fingers up until he felt a soft nipple and prodded it, making it harden on the sleeping body; hearing Will let out a little happy noise. He was so happy. Lying here with Will.
He wished it wasn�t so dark.
They come when it�s dark. Come with their knives.
No, not with Will.
They wouldn�t hurt Will. Couldn�t. Not Will. Will would scare anyone with his power and his always calm voice. Mikael was scared of him. Will was to be respected.
He frowned. What if they weren�t after Will? What if they pulled him out of bed while Will was sleeping.
No! Will wouldn�t let that happen. Will hadn�t invited them in.
He froze.
Will didn�t have to invite them in.
They didn�t live here.
He started panting. The room seemed very small all of a sudden.
Then he heard a breathy giggle in the living room.
It sounded like a fly hurting as its wings were pulled off.
�Oh God.� He breathed, his eyes welling up. He couldn�t move. Couldn�t wake up Will.
Did that shadow just move?
He let out a soundless sob.
�Oh God please��
Will grunted.
�Shhh.�
Another giggle. Angel felt like he was going to wet himself. He slid off the bed and shuffled underneath it. He covered his mouth with his hand so his panting wasn�t so noisy.
No invitation necessary.
They were going to come in here and rip them apart. Stick swords into them, and cut their eyes out with knives.
He dry heaved.
Footsteps. Closer.
�Liam?� A voice said, a woman�s voice, evil and in his dreams. Out in the living room. �Our car broke down, can we use your phone?�
He shook his head frantically.
Her feet appeared in the doorway.
She sauntered in walking past the bed to the cupboard, looked inside and then came back to the bed.
Will!
He was crying, he could hear himself, snorting into his hand as he tried to cover the noise.
�Don�t scream, alright? No screaming.� Harlen�s said. His feet appeared in the doorway.
�Go away,� He whispered, his tears running into his mouth, and they tasted like the sea �Please, God, go�stars��
She knelt down next to the bed and stared at him, beautiful and placid with eyes like glass. Her face suddenly turned into a malicious scowl and she reached out, the skin of her hand eaten away, and wrapped her hand around his wrist tugging him out as he sobbed and tried to stay protected and safe under the bed.
�I�ll go and get my toys.� She cackled, her teeth sharp and pointed, scarlet blood pouring over them and out of her mouth.
He was screaming.
**~~**
Noise.
He woke up and sat slowly up on the bed, as his mind tried to kick in.
Noise. Screaming. Screaming?
Where was he? Hotel. England. With Liam.
�Liam?�
He flicked the light on and the hideous noise stopped. The room seemed deathly quiet after the din.
�Baby?� He said groggily.
He looked beside him and the bed was empty. He heard sobbing.
Sobbing?
Where�s it�?
He looked at the clock. Three forty-one. He sighed and went back to his puzzle. Where�s the noise?
Under the bed?
He knelt on the bed and dropped his head down. As soon as he did he saw a flash of Liam�s face, terrified and wild, and then a blur of a hand and then his face was stinging. In shock, he fell off the bed with a thump.
Face stinging. Cheek. He reached up and rubbed it. His fingers came away with a tinge of blood. Still stinging.
Liam was watching him confused.
�Bloody hell.�
�Will?� He choked out.
Why was Liam under the bed? Was he crying? Had he attacked him? His sleep addled brain couldn�t understand any of the questions.
�Bloody hell.�
�Are they still there?� Liam whispered.
He was confused. �Are who still where?� He pushed his hand against his face. His butt was hurting from where it had hit the floor.
�Vampires Will!� He said before bursting into tears.
The sleep was releasing Will�s brain slowly and he crawled over to Liam and gently pulled him out, sitting on the floor with him.
�No vampires Pet. None that aren�t living up here anyway.� He said sadly, gently touching Liam�s temple and brushing his wild hair back.
�Did you turn on the light?� He asked still crying, crawling into Will�s lap and trying to sit there, like a huge dog in a thunderstorm that was scared and remembered being cuddled from when it was a puppy. He wrapped his arms around Will�s neck.
�Yes.� He nodded. �You saw vampires, and you hid under the bed.� He said, trying to clarify.
�I�m sorry Will, I thought, I don�t know what I thought, they didn�t go after you��
�No Pet, it�s alright.�
Banging on the door made Liam almost jump out of his skin, slightly kneeing Will in the crotch. He pulled the man away from the damage frantically.
�Everything all right in there?�
�Yes� sorry about the noise.� He rubbed his eyelid looking for a lie. �Turned the TV on, must�ve been set at that volume, and then we couldn�t figure how to turn the bloody thing off.�
He got up and walked to the door seeing a worried looking man standing there. �Thanks for the concern Mate, sorry �bout waking you.�
He smiled. �Past tenants idea of a joke then? Have to remember it.�
�Real funny. Scared the living daylights out of me.�
The man laughed and went back into his room across the corridor. Will went back into his to find Liam standing in the corner of the living room, frantically searching with his eyes, hands up around his neck, pulling at his collar.
�Want me to look around for you baby?�
He nodded furiously. Will yawned and clicked on the light in the bathroom, sticking his head in.
�Nothing.� He reported back to Liam.
He went out onto the small balcony after making sure Liam saw the door had been locked.
�Nothing.�
He went into the bedroom, Liam trailing after him, looked under the bed, and in the cupboard.
�Nothing, Ducks. Just a nightmare.�
Liam�s hand was pinching at his neck and he looked in the cupboard too, warily, before turning his eyes to Will. He started crying again.
�Shhh, it�s alright. They can�t hurt you now.�
He pulled him up onto the bed and under the covers, letting him try and get as much of his body in contact with Will�s as possible. He turned on his side and wrapped him up in his arms. He kissed him gently for a while, open mouthed and wet, tongues sliding along each other. He stroked his hair until the sobs turned to sniffs and the sniffs into the heavy breathing of sleep.
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