Author: Inca
Feedback: Cause I�m a kitty - [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: Everyone rocks
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�Look! Changing of the guard!� Liam squealed standing at the large iron fence outside Buckingham Palace, hands around the metal, bouncing as the guards began their tradition.
Will puffed on his cigarette as he watched. He needed one after the drama of last night. He�d seen the changing of the guard before, a few times, school excursions mainly, but it was fun to watch Liam get so excited.
He smiled like a proud parent.
Liam was watching avidly, among the Japanese and German tourists. He was wearing a white button up that Will had brought him that morning, with a brown squiggle pattern up one side that he said looked like a lion tail. He looked great. It was warmer today, so Liam only had the shirt and jeans on, his leather collar sexily in the vee of the shirt collar, but looking like nothing more than some avant garde choker.
Two young women standing next to Liam were looking at him like he was a rockstar, giggling and throwing side-glances at him. Liam stood next to them in that innocent oblivious way he had, his hair actually tamed for today, brushed straight back with gel.
Will just smoked, pushing down the jealousy, knowing Liam was beautiful and people loved to look at beautiful things. He knew he did, eyes running over the muscular body.
He�d called the conference with the unfortunate news that Liam was ill. Probably something he ate, but he�d be fine tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow afternoon.
Liam ran over, interrupting his thoughts and took the camera from him, before running back along the road to take pictures. Will sat down at one of the benches and blew a kiss every time Liam looked over his shoulder at him, ecstatic.
**~~**
Will was staring hard at the menu. Angel already knew what he wanted. Steak and kidney pie. Always wanted to try that. Very English.
They were sitting at a table near the window. Angel had picked it because he wanted to see all the people wandering past, maybe looking for a place of their own to get lunch. Or maybe some people walking their dogs. That always made him feel fuzzy.
�Stop it Pet!� Will hissed playfully.
He pulled his socked foot back for a second and then, grinning, let it drift back up Will�s calves, past his knees and thighs the back to his prick.
Will was trying to back away in the booth, every now and then batting his foot away surreptitiously. He wondered if he got Will excited enough, if he would pull him out of his seat and throw him onto the table and let everyone in the room and all the people walking past see how much they loved each other.
�Would you play with me on the table?� He whispered.
Will glared at him as the waitress walked up. �Ready to order?� She asked in a bored voice, before her eyes lit on Will. Then she smiled. He smiled back.
�Yep,� he looked across the table, �know what you want?�
�I want to play with you.�
Will coughed loudly and Angel grinned at him.
�We can play the game later.� He said calmly. �What do you want to eat?�
He was about to say something naughty, but Will shot him a quick warning glance and he decided against it. �Steak and kidney pie, please.�
The waitress nodded.
�And I�ll have � the chicken.� He said pointing to the menu. The waitress nodded again and took the menus from both of them.
�Any drinks?�
�A beer.� Angel said quickly.
Will stared at him. �And a coke.�
The waitress wandered off and Will leant across the table, raising his eyebrows. �I�ll have the beer, and you have the coke.�
�But I didn�t order a coke.� He answered petulantly.
�You can�t have the beer, luv, it will make you sick.�
Angel slumped in his seat and pouted. He wanted a beer. He hadn�t had one in five years. He heard Will sigh. He smiled. There was green in the sigh.
�You can have some of it.�
�Half?�
�A sip.�
�A big sip?�
�Alright, but no more, otherwise you�ll get sick. And you won�t like it.�
Angel gazed out the window happily until the waitress brought their food and drinks out. He had some of the pie but didn�t like it, so he ate the pie skin and made puppy dog eyes at Will until he sighed and traded plates with him. He liked the chicken better.
�I don�t like kidney.� Angel tried to rationalise himself, as he cut up the chicken.
Will smiled. Always smiling at him, and when he did Angel felt good and sweet, like a kitten. �That�s alright Pet, I don�t mind it. Me mum used to make it for me.�
**~~**
Will was sitting with Liam in another workshop about feelings, trying not to laugh as Liam blinked in and out of sleep. Liam had thanked him repeatedly for the Buckingham Palace visit, and that night he had ignored Will�s appeals for him to sit next to him to watch TV and had sat on the floor on Will�s feet until he fell asleep, Will�s fingers petting his hair.
Liam was out at the moment, his head hanging down, snoring slightly. Will poked him awake. At about six thirty that night they snuck off as the congregation was splitting into �help� groups.
Liam pulled him down the hall giggling.
�Come on Pet, someone will see us��
�Not if we hide. Then they can�t find you.� He laughed, looking back over his shoulder. He stopped and giggled for a second before pulling Will down another hallway. �In here!� he said pulling Will into a storage room.
It was musty and the self-standing shelves were filled with tins of food and craft supplies. �Want some tomato soup luv?� He asked, hoisting a can.
Liam shook his head.
�What about some baked beans? Look, pull tab, we can eat them right now�� He teased, as Liam giggled at him. �You�re hungry, I can tell.�
�I�m a hungry kitty. But not for that.� He plucked the tin out of his hand and placed it back on the shelf with the concentration of a three-year-old. His collar was prominent under the wide neckline of his red button shirt.
�Then what?� Will asked, his voice rough, eyeing the leather.
Liam tickled his hand up Will�s thigh. Will smirked at him.
Liam pushed him back against the door and dropped to his knees, fumbling quickly with his fly. He pulled Will�s tumescent cock out and started licking it like it was an ice cream, long and even, catching all the drips and swirling around the top. Will banged his head back against the door as the buzz washed through him. Better than any drug, Liam was. His thighs felt weak. He could feel Liam nibbling the vein running up his length that felt like it was throbbing. He dropped his hands to squeeze at Liam�s shoulders and opened his eyes to watch the show.
His thick cock was stretching out Liam�s mouth, and his gaze was fixed on Will�s face, big eyes blinking as he concentrated on his breath, so his reflex wouldn�t kick in. He slowly swallowed a little more each time, face concentrating, until the tip of his cold nose was bumping against the spikes of Will�s trimmed pubes, and Will�s cock was covered in warm wet.
�Oh, so hot baby, you love me all the way in, don�t you?�
Liam nodded as much as the muscle down his throat would allow.
�Good � swallowing me, mouth feels so good��
He stroked along Liam�s cheekbones, his eyebrows, calming him down as he slowly thrust in and out, long strokes, all the way in, biting his lip when Liam flinched and clenched his eyes a few times at the reflex. He reached down and felt the collar around Liam�s neck expanding as his cock pervaded the soft throat. He groaned.
He pulled his cock out so he was just penetrating Liam�s mouth, so he could thrust harder and quicker without hurting him. Liam�s tongue started lashing around him, and the wet sucking sounds were making Will�s balls ache. He thrust a few more times and shot, pushing his cock all the way in as he did, watching Liam clench on to his thighs as he kept his pretty face against Will�s body. He looked up and Will blew him a kiss sleepily, running a finger around the ring of stretched lips gently, before hooking his fingers under Liam�s jaw and slipping him off his prick, pulling him off his knees. He brought him close, and kissed his neck around the sexy collar, before kissing his mouth, licking the residue of his come off the tongue.
�Bloody beautiful Pet, when you taste like me.�
He licked the tip of each finger. �Mmmm, hot ice�� He was humming.
��lambs will find �� He nodded at something and then grinned at Will. �Can we go now? Go for a walk?�
�Where do you want to walk?�
�Anywhere�� He said dreamily. �But I want to hold your hand.�
Will picked up his hand and kissed the palm, licking it swiftly when Liam took a sharp breath. He ran his thumb over the jagged pink across the wrist.
He led him out of the empty hallways, hearing the lectures and workshops clang and speak around them before they hit the icy London-evening air. Will held his hand again as they walked through the streets like a couple, Liam humming a song and Will almost in a dream listening to him. They were walking back to the hotel accompanied by Liam�s quietly adorable off tune singing, not talking but swinging their held hands and walking in step.
And then�
�Will?� A familiar voice made Will�s stomach freeze.
A horrified look filled his face and he couldn�t turn around even though Liam already had. He felt like he couldn�t breathe. A vice of fear was gripped over his chest and he knew his mouth was hanging open stupidly.
�Will?� the voice repeated.
He dropped Liam�s hand and span around with a calm smile on his face, to face Wesley and three other people he had met briefly before at all the popular in-vogue conferences. He swallowed at the look of suspicion on Wesley�s face. He doesn�t know. Liam could be anyone. How would they be able to know Liam was a patient? No one would know. No one would guess.
They were all looking at Liam strangely now, Wesley the most.
What is it? Will thought frantically. What are they looking at? He turned to Liam to see what they were seeing. He was just watching them calmly; calm and oblivious to any trouble they might be in.
Then Will realised he was still singing. Off tune and soft and Will didn�t even notice it anymore but meeting someone on the street and having them sing as they stared at you could definitely be seen as insane. Will smiled again, brightly.
A girl he remembered but whose name he didn�t know, smiled a little. �Hey Will. Is this � a patient of yours?� She asked hesitantly.
Lie. Lie. Yes or no. Pass it off as a joke? They could see in his eyes that he wasn�t quite all there�.
�Yes. This is Angel.� He said stiltedly. �Who is a patient � that I treat.�
He watched the four closely to see how they took this news, having just seen him strolling around holding hands with him.
Wesley was just looking at Liam, who had, thankfully, stopped singing.
The girl nodded. The two other men just smiled. �We were just going back to our hotel down the way.�
Lie! Lie now! �Angel here was having a bad time of it, so I thought I�d take him for a walk.� He said; the half-truth falling of his tongue like it was rehearsed.
The other two men looked convinced. One, a well dressed blonde that Will was sure he�d met before, whose name he thought was M�something leaned in and started talking to Liam patronisingly. �Having a good walk are we?�
Liam nodded slowly.
�Is nice of William to take you out isn�t it?�
Will almost winced. Liam hated being patronised.
�Will-ee-um is always nice to me. Very nice.� He shot Will an obvious sultry side eye that made his mind freeze.
Wesley and the girl caught it and, to Will�s horror, looked at each other furtively.
FUCK!
Oh fuck oh fuck. Will felt his bowels turning to water. Fuck. �Angel?� He said calmly. �Could you take a seat over there while I catch up with my friends?� he asked, indicating a park bench.
Liam gave him a longer than necessary glance, and now everyone in England was now wondering if they were sleeping together and then sauntered away.
�In town for the conference Will?� Wesley asked stonily.
�Yes. A group of us.�
�Really.� He said.
He leant into the group conspiratorially. �Poor Liam. The other patients just don�t get along with him.� He said, dangling the bait, hoping one would take it, so he could explain. If they didn�t, he was fucked six ways from Sunday.
�Why not?� Asked the woman, and Will felt like bowing at her feet.
�Well you saw him just then, right? He�s very�� he circled his hand as if he were trying to find the words to put it nicely. �emotional� if you know what I mean� but that�s often a characteristic that comes from � certain abuse, isn�t it.�
All but Wesley nodded understandingly. Wesley knew he would never gossip about a patient this way.
One of the men laughed. �He wanted you to hold his hand?�
Will rolled his eyes playfully. �He doesn�t feel safe at night unless he�s touching someone.�
�Ah,� said the women, excited by her hypothesise �Is night when the abuse happened?�
�Yes. Parental abuse as well. Father.�
�Ah,� said one of the men, sounding exactly like the woman, �that�s why hes trying to get your attention sexually.�
�Yes, he�s only just become a patient of mine.�
Wesley stared at him stonily. Wesley wasn�t a fool like the rest.
�Can we go now Will? Its too dark.� Liam whined from his seat.
�Alright.� He nodded to the small group. �Enjoy the rest of the conference, and the rest of the night.� He said smiling.
�You too.� Wesley said, staring back at him. The others turned to go, but Wesley was the last to walk away.
He went and collected Liam quickly, who was shivering and wide-eyed from sitting in the dark and they rushed towards the hotel. He had a lump of cold anxiety weighing down in his stomach. Will turned around and saw Wesley looking back over his shoulder with icy grey eyes.
**~~**
Will was upset. Maybe he didn�t like the people. He smiled. He didn�t like the people either. The music was fast, and irritated. Big swirls of worry.
�What�s wrong Daddy?�
Will swallowed. �Nothing Pet. Nothings wrong.� He smiled, but it was glass and Angel could see right through it.
�Yes it is. Can I do something?�
�No, Pet.�
�What if I sing a happy song?�
Will slumped onto the couch. �No, Pet.� He stared out the window, not looking at him.
�I�ll draw the guards for you?�
�No, Pet, I�m alright.�
�What if we play?� He batted his eyelashes.
�No, Pet, please, go have a shower or something.� Will answered in a monotone.
�I don�t want a shower. I want to know what�s wrong.� Angel pouted.
�No, Angel, just � I just need some time now, things are bad at the moment. I just want to relax.�
Angel purred. �I can help you relax�� He leant down to kiss him and yelped like he�d been stung when Will pulled away. He stood back up and played with his collar waiting for Will to say something to calm him down.
He was acting like he didn�t want him.
Red ants scurrying all through his stomach.
�I�m sorry I said those things to those people. It doesn�t matter does it?�
Will just sighed.
Oh no.
�I�m sorry. I won�t do it again.�
�Good. Cause I think I have a problem now as it is.� Will said tightly.
Oh no.
�I�m so sorry.� He said, feeling sobs rack up in his chest. �Can I take it back? What if we go find them and I�ll tell them it was a joke?�
Will didn�t look at him for a moment longer. He felt his lip trembling and he bit it to stop it.
�I�ll go have a shower�,� He said, beginning to sob.
Oh god. It was stupid what he did; he just hated the way they talked to him. Will talked to him normally, like he was a person. Everyone else just talked to him like he was a big dumb dog who couldn�t understand. He understood everything perfectly.
He turned to the bathroom and felt tears running down his face. He turned the shower on and ran the water, not afraid to cry now.
The water would drown out the noise.
He dropped the jeans down and ripped off his shirt, hunched over and trying to wipe away the tears with the fabric.
�Pet.� He heard the soft voice. He didn�t want to turn around. He stayed, naked and hunched over facing away.
�I�m sorry William. I�m sorry. I�m sorry. I�m sorry. I�m sorry. I�m ��
�Shh, baby, Pet, it�s alright. Nothing is your fault.� His voice, so calming. Took away all the pain. Ate up the ants in his stomach. He hiccupped. Will�s hand on the small of his back, gently pushing him forward. He stepped into the wide shower and after a moment he felt Will�s fingers undoing his collar, slipping it off. He started sobbing again. He turned a little and saw Will, naked, placing the little leather strap on the sink. He turned away, ashamed and rejected.
�Please, don�t, I want to be your pet�� he choked out another sob.
He felt Will�s hands on his back as he stepped into the shower with him. �You still are.� He tickled the skin around where the collar was. �I just wanted to see you like this.�
Will hugged him, soaping up his hands and rubbing them over his body soothingly. �I�m sorry I made you cry. I didn�t want that. I never want that.�
He ran his soapy fingers across Angel�s stomach. �It makes my heart hurt when you cry.�
Angel sniffed and relaxed into the fingers. Will rubbed his nose over his tattoo, back and forth. Hot. A lick. He breathed slower, the hot water jet making him sleepy. Will kissed the scar in his hair.
�I�m rude to you sometimes, but I don�t mean it. Never to you.� Angel sighed. These are the words he wanted. The fingers soaped up his neck where the collar sat, then down across his chest and to his stomach again.
�It was my fault.� Will bent down and got on his knees, kissing his way down his back, running the hands over his thighs. �Bad and rude to my beautiful Pet.�
Angel could feel his cock swelling. His mouth was slack but he smiled, anticipating what Will would do kneeling behind him like that. He watched the soap run off his thighs in cloudy bubbles. Will�s fingers jumped and tapped along his thighs moving up. Angel was breathing short and hard.
�I forgive you Daddy, do you forgive me?�
�You didn�t do anything wrong.� His tongue swiped up between Angel�s cheeks and he straightened, panting quickly, he was a hummingbird.
His cheeks pulled apart and another swipe, right over his hole. He panted quickly, like a dog, no- a cat, liking the sound of it mixing with the hiss of the water.
�Again Daddy?�
The tongue swiped past again making him stand up on his tiptoes. He pushed his hands to the wall to steady himself; slightly bent so Will could access him easier.
Another swipe and this time the tongue pointed and prodded in. His hands clenched into fists and he whined long and loud as the pleasurable tongue jabbed in and out. His cock was hard and being bounced around by the shower, his face under the spray and he felt like he was going to start crying from the good feelings, from the glitter behind his eyelids and sparklers on cake. He thrust a little, causing his backside to move up and down slightly, making Will�s tongue flip around inside.
Will pulled away and Angel twisted his body to look down at him, hard cock and pale skin kneeling on the puddling floor. Blue eyes. Bright blue. �I don�t want to go back to the conference. Lets go back to mine. We�ll stay there for a night.� Blue pleading.
Angel felt like crying again. �In your house?�
Will nodded.
�In your bed?� He whispered.
He nodded again, smiling.
�Id like that.� Angel breathed. He let Will turn him back to the wall, and felt the tongue slide inside him again.
�I�d like that a lot.� He cooed to the wet tiles.
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