Author: Inca
Feedback: And we�ll play the cute yet nonsensical game- [email protected]
Rating NC17
AU Liam/William
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers: AU
Summary: I may have lost their voices a little as most of this was written on, like, a barrel of Midori and Vodka. *Breathes* I think im gonna yak.
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�Aiiieeeeee�.� Liam was moaning from his place, naked on his knees on Will�s desk. He was facing away, Will�s tongue fucking into his ass in quick flicks as Will sat on his chair and held Liam�s cheeks even further open.
Liam started making his usual chipmunk noises and Will snorted with laughter involuntarily pulling his tongue out of the clenching muscle.
Liam looked over his shoulder wounded, eyes a little wet and mouth red and open panting for air. His body still had droplets on it from his shower and his hair hung in damp strands.
Will smiled, twisted his tongue in his mouth to get the cramps out of it and, watching Liam�s big puppy eyes, leant in and layed a long hard lick across his arsehole. The tip of his tongue dipping into the spit slicked hole before slipping out and running past. Liam�s body clenched with the movement and his turned forward again as all his muscles tightened and made his back arch. He let out some pants and a moan.
Liam loved being tongue fucked. He�d never met anyone who loved it this much.
He slipped his tongue in again and all the soggy papers underneath Liam�s wet knees were torn as he shifted about. Will pulled him towards himself so he could have more of his back against his chair. Liam�s knees were just perched on the desk, his feet and curling toes beside Will�s arms.
He grunted and Will started playing the game where he tried to curl his tongue around the inside of Liam�s rind and then tried to suck-pull it out. Liam was shuddering, his body shaking like he was cold, his hands fisting around the other side on the desk.
Will placed his palm on the small of Liam�s back and pushed down, so his knees would be forced to spread more which would open his ass up.
Will loved it when Liam was unashamedly spread wide open.
The noises of the papers crinkling and tearing, the desk groaning under about 220 pounds of shifting horny Liam accompanied the sucking and slurping and various animal noises filling the room and making Will�s cock angrily hard.
He reached in between the twitching thighs to start pulling at Liam�s cock. He gave it a few flicks and soon Liam was bucking into his hands, trying to coordinate so he could ride the tongue inside him as well as fucking into his fist.
�Ooof, Daddy! Stars!�
Will didn�t answer, just leant in more, his chair squeaking and pushed his tongue as far in as he could, trying to nibble against the puckered skin that was drawing him inside.
He pulled on Liam�s cock, and twisted his insides around his tongue, making Liam wriggle and groan loudly, pant and try to pull away and push back, too lost in the sensations to know what was happening.
Will�s tongue started to cramp up so he decided to end it, pumping Liam�s cock quickly to build up the orgasm and then completed it by flicking the slit with his nail, scratching him, just a little, the way he liked it.
Liam froze for a second and then his hips jerked forward covering Will�s desk and books and some of the keys of his keyboard in white spend as Will leant forward to lick over the swollen arsehole as the orgasm shuddered through his body.
With a slight rough meow he collapsed forward, resting his head on his forearms with another groan of protest from the desk.
Will could hear the breathy pants as he licked Liam�s hole, like a cat cleaning another, feeling the shudders under his tongue, easing him down from his climax.
He gave one last lick and leant back in his chair, snapping the cricks out of his neck that had settled there from being in an awkward position for a while. He reached down and rubbed himself as he leered at the open wet entry twitching over the hanging balls and the semi hard cock. He unzipped his pants and started to wank himself roughly, reaching up to tease the hole with his fingertip, his cock drooling at the sight.
His gaze drifted over Liam�s spent cock and then alighted on Liam�s face. He was watching him between his thighs with a distant smile on his face. He sat up on his knees, looking like a very beautiful ornament for a moment, before he let one long leg slip on the desk onto the ground and then shifted so he could get the other foot onto the floor as well.
His long toes were twitching a little. �Pins and needles.� He murmured, trying to work the feeling back into his feet as Will watched him and jacked like Liam was putting on a strip show, looking up the hard chest and belly, long arms stretching out and trying to work the orgasm fog from himself. Eyes sleepy and face blissfully vacant.
Will pulled at his cock viciously as he watched mesmerised.
After a moment, Liam smiled his most sexy pin up boy toy smile and slid down between his knees. �Can I help Daddy?� he asked, rolling the words off his tongue.
The statement made Will jack even faster, trying to relieve the pressure. Liam�s long fingers curled around the base of his cock and slowly pushed his own hand off, jacking him at such a slow gentle pace it was almost painful.
�Baby, harder�� He groaned.
Liam smiled and went even slower, teasing him. He looked down at the wet haired head and wicked eyes, and long naked gorgeous body kneeling before him and reached down with his own hand to try to speed things up. Liam hissed playfully and slapped it away.
�I want to play my way.�
�We just played with you, your way, Pet. Now lets play the game where you get me off quickly.�
�No.� He smiled, sex in his eyes. �The long slow game.� He said, squeezing up Will�s cock lovingly.
He groaned. �Pet��
�Slow.�
�Faster!� He pleaded, he felt like he was about to explode, starting with his balls. �Bloody hell pet, we�ll do slow later.�
�Slow.� He said pulling at Will�s cock like he was trying to wake it up, like it was shy and he was trying to coax it into playing.
His balls were twitching uncomfortably.
�Pet, I love you, harder.�
Liam pouted his flushed lips and then leant forward, swallowing his cock and pumping his head up and down, lips in a tight circle that was making Will�s eyes roll back. A hand fondled his balls with white-hot roughness and then moved down to worm a finger into his arsehole.
He opened his mouth in a silent scream as he felt the long finger pressingly against his spot insistently and felt the orgasm bubbling up in thick viscous fire in his balls. Liam felt it too and completed him with a few rough bounces of his head, purposefully careless of teeth and scraping until Will shot against the back of his throat in a howl of relief and enjoyment of the void of thinking.
He panted, running his fingers through the drying damp tacky head between his legs, slowly moving the now gentle mouth fractionally back and forth as his mind started flicking on again. Liam suckled on him contently, murmuring around the softening cock in his mouth, loving the fingers in his hair. Looking down to see the sleepy eyed face sliding up and down slightly on his prick made his balls twitch.
Liam stood up after a moment and just stood, watching Will in his afterglow. He pulled him down onto his lap, his hands holding onto Will�s shoulders, his feet up on the windowsill behind the chair. Will ran his hands over flesh, all the flesh, all he could find as Liam purred happily, his head back on his shoulders.
Sadness started chipping away at his glow when he focused on the tattoo on his chest. He hardly even saw it anymore. Just part of him. A part of who he was now. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the slightly raised edges from where it had gotten infected all that time ago.
His lips curled in hate as he suddenly wished he�d hit Mikael harder. Wished he�d fucking embedded the wood into his brain.
He wished he�d killed him.
He leant forward and pressed a tender kiss to the defiled skin, so soft and gentle, in black and white contrast to the bloodthirsty thoughts circling his mind like red eyed sick vultures.
He wished he�d killed him.
He wished he�d fucking beaten the bastard�s skull into bloody pieces.
He wanted to. Still. Wanted to go and smother him with a pillow while he lay unconscious in the hospital. Wanted to stab him then pull the blanket up over the wounds. As if killing him would get back the tiny fragments of Liam that he�d destroyed.
He kissed the word again. Kissed away the memories and the meaning until Liam was purring as he watched, oblivious to everything but the affection Will was showing him.
Wanted to track down Harlen. Sniff him out like a bloodhound and rip him apart with his teeth.
With every murderous image that rose blood stained and black thorned in his mind, he simply kissed Liam softer and sweeter. They were all for him anyway. All the thoughts. He pulled his face down do he could reach his lips.
He leant forward obediently, purring and ran his hands through Will�s hair, tickles of laughter being smothered by Will�s tongue.
� �and green?� Liam murmured.
�Green, yellow, every colour of the bloody rainbow.�
Liam�s lips covered his own again for a few wet, sucking moments and then he pulled back. �Do you see it?�
He looked up into the guileless eyes and felt his stomach flip over. �I see you Pet. I don�t need anything else.�
Liam smiled secretively and swayed down to kiss him again.
**
Will closed the book and flung it across the room in frustration.
All these books. And not one bloody bit of useful information in them.
He let his body loll in the dining room chair fitfully. A pained look creased across his face and he reached up to try to smooth it away with his fingertips, but it stayed stubbornly.
He glared at the golden �Nosferatu� print across the cover and then turned back to much more helpful books.
He�d dropped Liam back of at his room and indulged himself in some chaste kissing games, managing to sneak out before the guard came. He visited his other patients on the way back, a little trick he�d developed, so it wouldn�t look like he was just visiting Liam in his room.
It was working wonders.
Wiltho�s was calling him �employee of the month�.
He glanced up at the clock on his wall, in between a sketch of a sparrow and a much more detailed view of Liam�s room from his bed, to read the hands.
Two forty seven.
He yawned as if seeing the time had made him realise how tired he was. He opened the book anyway, wanting to get a head start on the chapter. New evidences or circumstances. He figured that this was the best angle to use to reopen the trial, because all that other jazz � disqualified jury member, malpractice � didn�t seem to be holding promise.
��technical findings which are inclining towards the fact that the defendant is not the actual offender ��
His heart sped up, skipping a few beats in its ardour.
He had that, from the M.E. He had that!
He felt like he couldn�t breathe. His hand raised up impotently and tapped against his chest as if this would help. He could take Melinda�s findings and get Sutherland to open the case again.
His eyes fell back to the printed words excitedly.
His heart and shoulders sank. ��however, �opined� previously incorrectly assessed evidence raised is not admitted.�
Melinda had already brought it up in her testimony.
He sat still for a moment. Then he hefted the book and hurled it as far as he could; watching in perverse glee as it slammed against the kitchen cabinet and fluttered weakly to the ground.
�FUCK!� He screamed before he got control of himself.
He slumped back into the chair and sulked. His eyes drifted around his dark empty apartment. He wished Liam were here. He smiled at the thought. At the thought of him �needing� someone. But he did.
He felt like he was slamming into brick walls at every turn, instead of having doors open for him like they always had.
His life had been difficult, always giving things up to jump ahead. Sports teams for books, friends for a higher grade � but it had all paid off. He always received something for his troubles.
Now?
Now nothing was paying off and Liam needed him and he couldn�t do anything. He felt empty. Like he�d been vacuumed out.
He rubbed his eyes and hauled himself out of the chair. He wandered slowly to his room, looking at all the drawings created by a careful, long-fingered hand, and felt weak.
He crawled into his bed and snapped of the lamp.
Will pulled up the covers around him, trying to find some shred of comfort in the cloth. It had been a long time since Liam had lain on his bed that night and filled the material and the room with his murmuring sleep. He�d washed his sheets many times since Liam had slept in them.
He couldn�t even pretend Liam�s scent still filled them.
**~~**
�Angel, sweets, I�m glad to see you.� Will said as he came into the art room.
Angel was happy. Will missed him and they�d only been apart for � �When was the last time I saw you?�
�Last night. But I had a bad night.� He said, slipping down into the seat next to him. �Bad night.�
They�d only been apart for a night. �Maybe you can stay next time, and we�ll wake up together and ��
He played a little fantasy in his head of them both waking up in the morning sunlight and stretching out the slight cramps they�d get from sleeping on the narrow bed.
Then they�d �
�Play.�
Angel hummed. He should draw what should happen.
�Where are my pencils?�
Will rattled the tin in front of him and he reached out for it. He never seemed to see the tin. It didn�t matter, Will always saw it for him. They worked well together like that.
He noticed Will�s hand had settled on his thigh and he purred. The hand started to rub a little.
He shivered and started sketching what he could see. Will was wearing a ring today. Shiny. He smiled and melted a little as Will�s arm wrapped around his waist, pulling his body to him. He rested comfortably in the space, feeling Will�s body against his own was like candy.
Yellow.
He giggled and finished the drawing before holding his hand out, palm down hovering about Will�s chest height.
�What are you doing?�
�Play a game with me?�
The other arm around his waist squeezed him tighter. �Okay, how do I play?�
�Hold you hand out like mine.� Will obliged.
�Okay now � put as many fingers out as you want and curl the rest.�
Will looked at him for a second before making a fist, but leaving his forefinger and middle finger out of it.
�You lose!� Angel said happily, and pulled Will�s other hand to his crotch.
�What? I don�t understand the game.�
Angel grinned. �The loser has to play with the other one.� He said, massaging Will�s hand around on his crotch.
�Okay�� Will said with a lopsided smile, but he squeezed and stroked him through his pants anyway.
He let Will play with him for longer than necessary, purring as Will popped the lower buttons of his uniform and slipped his hand around him, flesh to flesh. His toes curled at the feelings and he pulled Will�s hand out.
�Okay, round two. You do it for me now.�
�Sorry Pet?�
�Play for me. Do what you did before, but new fingers.�
Will frowned, confused, before holding his hand out, making a fist and leaving his pinky out of it.
�I win.� He giggled, and pulled Will�s hand back into his pants.
�I don�t understand Pet. What�s the game about.� He asked laughing a little, but letting Angel guide his hand.
He let out a little groan as Will squeezed him. �I�ll show you.�
He held his hand out, flat, and left it there. �You lose again.� He smiled, drawing his hand back. �You have to kiss me now.�
He watched Will, acting coy and batting his eyelashes. He kissed the air. Will shook his head a little, still squeezing at Angel�s cock and leant forward, licking across his lips before plunging his tongue in between them. Angel started thrusting up into the hand.
He broke away. �One more go. Yours.�
Will chuckled. He held his hand out flat like Angel had done. �Did I get it right?�
�No!� Angel laughed. He stood up and sat up on the table, spreading his legs around Will�s body and watched him shake his head, smiling.
�I don�t get it. Explain it to me.�
�I won the game.� He said simply.
�It�s easy to win when you�re the only one that knows the rules.� He pouted a little.
Angel tutted at his pretty sulky face. �You lost.� He drawled the words out, teasing them in the air.
�Yeah?� his blue eyes flicked down to the swollen cock in front of him. �So what�s the loser got to do this time?�
Angel grinned sneakily and cupped his hands around Will�s head, pulling him towards his crotch.
�This I understand.� Will murmured as he pulled Angel�s thighs forward a little, lifting them over his shoulders so his face was in Angel�s lap. He licked up the shaft suddenly and Angel�s legs tensed around Will�s head. Will made a surprised noise and pulled Angel�s thighs away from his neck.
He coughed and reached up to rub his throat. �Okay, bad idea.� He chuckled, pulling one of Angel�s legs down under his arm so he wouldn�t get choked.
His mouth sank back down into Angel�s lap.
�I like to win Daddy.� Angel panted; feeling like his body was being suckled out through his cock, into the warm wet heaven surrounding him. The lights went dim, and swirls appeared around the edges of his eyesight.
�Yellow�� he murmured, trying to tell Will.
Will�s hand reached up and ran under the still buttoned top half of his uniform, petting down his chest. He felt even more like a �
�Kitty��
�Angel-cat.� Will breathed around his cock, agreeing.
His toes curled.
**~~**
�Hey Liam.�
Angel looked up and frowned. �Angel.� He said softly to the guard.
He squinted. He didn�t think he�d ever seen this guard before. He had blonde hair that was longer than most and he looked a little older than Angel. His hands fidgeted along his black belt and he rocked back on his feet a lot.
�Sorry, Angel.� He sat down on the ground next to him and looked out across the men running and skittering around the yard.
�Where�s your friend?� he asked.
�Doyle?�
�Yes.�
�He�s sick today. They told me to go outside and after outside time is finished, then I could come back and see him.�
�Ah. Well. I wanted to speak to you anyway.�
The stars didn�t like this man. They whispered callously about him. They were wary.
�What about?�
�Well � do you know who I am?�
�A guard?�
�Yes. Steve.� He held his hand out and Angel shook it.
�Hello.�
�Hey.� He said with a smile. �Anyway, I�m new here. Just started � a couple of weeks ago.�
�Yes.� He said to show he was following.
�I look after the video surveillance. The man before me got canned because they found out they were paying him to surf the net and sleep. He didn�t actually watch any of the tapes��
�Oh. Okay.� Angel said, very confused as to why the man was telling him all this.
He scratched at his ear.
�Yeah. So anyway, I saw you go into Dr Telleck�s office. And you were in there for a very long time. Almost four hours.�
�Yes. A session.� He replied, like Will had told him to. He finished with a smile.
�Oh okay.� Steve said, �But on some other tapes? I saw some stuff.�
�Yeah?� Angel asked, wondering if this was just an inmate who had stolen a guard�s uniform. He spoke strangely. He gazed out across the yard and got interested in a group playing baseball.
�Yeah. You know you can see into the art room with one of the cameras?�
�Can you?� he asked, watching the men run.
�Yup. Lots of stuff happens in the art room doesn�t it?� He gestured for Angel to get up and walk with him a little. Angel picked himself up off the ground and dusted at his butt before following the guard around the side of the building, away from the main yard. He pulled out some keys and let them into an empty hallway. Angel looked around. It was pretty boring, but he didn�t think he�d been there before so that made it fun.
�This is new.� He said looking down the length of it, trying to figure out how many footsteps it would take to get down it and then studying the doors. No glass in the doors so they weren�t for the inmates.
�Yeah. So � what happens in the art room?�
He raised his eyebrows. �Painting?� he leant against a wall and Steve came up and stood in front of him.
�Many tapes of you painting. But � other stuff. With Dr Telleck?�
Angel tugged on his hair and giggled as he thought about the things he and Will had done in the art room. It was a good place cause no one was ever around.
�Like what?� He teased.
Steve lowered his voice and leant into Angel�s ear. �Like kissing and fucking and wicked looking blowjobs.�
He giggled. Steve had guessed. He was smiling a little so he didn�t think it would be any trouble. He laughed again and twisted his hair into curls, watching them fall out after a few moments.
His hair felt nice. Smooth. He�d washed his hair in Will�s room and he had conditioner and everything, which made his fur silky.
�So � is this something I should know about?� Steve asked petting him along his thigh. �Do you do that with everyone?� He stood really close.
�No. Only with Will.�
�Really? Cause I saw a few things with a few other prisoners here.�
Angel was confused. �Which?�
�Big guy, tall like six five.�
�What?� Angel frowned. This man was too confusing.
�I�ve seen you. I watched through all the tapes. You don�t fuck him as often, recently. More the nice doctor, right?� The fingers trailed up his thigh. Angel didn�t answer. Steve smiled at him patronisingly.
�Don�t worry �bout it.� He sighed, laughing a little. �Will goes to your room at night doesn�t he?�
�Yes. Sometimes.� He gently pushed the hand away from his crotch and Steve relented; though he still stood really close.
�What do you do?�
�We play with each other.�
Steve looked horny. Angel decided to focus out the window. It was actually quite a nice view. He could see the road leading into the prison from here.
��other?�
Angel focused. �Sorry?�
�I said, what does that mean, play with each other?� He realised Steve�s hand was pawing at his crotch again and he frowned a little and pushed it away with his finger.
�We play with fingers and things.� He said slowly, wondering why this man was so interested.
�Cocks? Does he fuck you in your cell?�
He didn�t live in a cell. He had a room. He didn�t answer, just looked at the man. Even though he�d shown him this new hallway, he still didn�t like him. He was a bit weird.
�I�ve seen the things you do in the art room. It turned me on.�
Angel wasn�t sure what he was meant to say. �Okay.�
Steve took his hand and placed it against his crotch and held it there. Angel looked down to see his hand pressed against the bulge. He blinked. Steve started to rub himself against his hand. Angel wasn�t quite sure what to do. Steve didn�t seem to be letting his wrist go, so he just let him hump his hand. That was okay. He couldn�t even see his cock so it wasn�t � bad. Although it felt strange to be doing this. It felt like something he should do with Will.
�You are so hot.� Steve panted as he squeezed his hand around Angel�s. �You sound weird but you�re so fucking hot.�
He sounded weird? He made a face but Steve didn�t catch it, he was too busy staring at Angel�s hand against him.
He looked out the window disinterested until he felt his hand being pushed into Steve�s pants. He pulled it away and shook his head a little.
�I don�t want to do that.�
Steve leant against the wall with one hand resting next to Angel�s cheek. He squeezed himself with the other hand. �Oh come on!� he pleaded roughly. He unzipped his pants.
�Uhh�� He waited a few moments, hoping Steve would forget. �Can I go back outside?�
�No.�
He let the upset come onto his face so Steve would know he wasn�t enjoying himself.
Steve didn�t notice, he just pulled Angel�s hand back to his waving cock. Angel�s hand was limp as it brushed against the wet length and he mewled and made unhappy noises. Steve sighed harshly in frustration.
�Angel, jerk me off.�
�� but I don�t want to.�
�Come on, you little cocktease.�
Angel mewled again. Steve didn�t seem to understand he didn�t want to.
�Come on, I�m not hurting you.�
That was true� Steve wasn�t hitting him like Mikael did.
He reached forward and gave a quick squeeze to the cock thrumming against his thigh.
�I so know what Telleck�s getting out of you. You�re so innocent. Like a virgin.�
�Im not a virgin.� He frowned. He looked outside again and Steve fingers pulled his jaw back around.
�Telleck�s a very dirty man.�
�Will? Will�s lovely.� Angel said, trying to ignore the strange cock rubbing against his thigh.
�Pull me off.�
They�d gone through this. Angel was sure of it.
�Angel, listen to me, I know you cant really understand but try to listen. I know a secret about you and Dr Telleck. A big whopper of a secret. Naughty and bad secret. If I tell Wiltho�s or anyone, Dr Telleck will be in shit up to his eyeballs, so you should keep me happy. That way I won�t tell�
Angel frowned as his mind stumbled. He was confused. �I don�t understand. You said too many things and I got lost.�
Steve rolled his eyes and laughed at him like Angel was the funniest thing he�d ever heard. Angel drew back. He felt like things were crawling over his chest, but inside.
Steve was laughing at him. In a mean way.
�Don�t �� he started but Steve cut him off.
�Okay I�ll make it simple so it can get through. Do what I want. Or I tell on Dr Telleck and he�ll be in trouble.�
Will? In trouble?
�No I don�t want � that.� He said.
�Well then. Jerk it.�
Angel wasn�t quite sure of the connection. Maybe it just connected because Steve was weird. But he didn�t want Will in trouble.
He reached out and started pulling at the short fat cock.
�Oh, that�s good. Good boy.�
Good?
Yes.
He kept pulling, staring out the window at the trees bending a little in the breeze until Steve shuddered and spat white onto his uniform. He looked down at the white and then back up to see Steve�s reaction.
�Good.� Steve panted, leaning heavily against him. �Good little boy.� He chuckled.
�Not a little boy.� He mumbled. He really didn�t like this man.
�Course not.�
He pulled out a tissue and rubbed it across the white on his thigh. It was still drying a bit stiff and Angel looked down at it with distaste.
�Come on, out you go.� He pushed Angel out the door and back into the yard.
Angel sat down against the wall where he was before he met Steve. Steve babbled away next to him, but he didn�t listen. He hummed along to the star songs in his head for a while and when he turned back, Steve had left.
He meowed.
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