Author: Inca
Feedback: Or someone might interrupt my art- [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
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He snuck to Liam�s room. It was still early in the morning, the birds didn�t even chirp at five forty three here. He couldn�t wait anyway, couldn�t sleep. Couldn�t do anything but smile at how excited Liam would be from his present.
He opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind him quietly.
The bed was empty. He frowned in alarm and glanced uselessly around until he saw the white-soled foot poking out motionlessly from under the bed. He knelt down next to the bed and looked under, seeing Liam curled up on the floor, sleeping.
�Baby,� He said, reaching out and shaking him gently. �Angel?�
He opened his eyes after a moment and grinned sleepily, turning it into a yawn. �Will!� he gurgled happily, licking his lips and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
�Baby, why are you sleeping under the bed again?�
He watched him, the side of his face on his pillow. He looked a bit guilty. ��ts scary sometimes.� He clawed his way out and reached for his water.
Will knee walked over to him while he drank and wrapped his arms around him happily, deciding to try to decipher his behaviour later. �Happy Anniversary.� He whispered, unable to keep the grin from his face.
Liam murmured and smiled, turning to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. �Happy happy.�
�Look,� he said indicating the present. �I�m going to give this to you now. I couldn�t wait till our session this evening.�
Liam looked very excited. He purred. Having no idea about paintbrushes, Will had aimed for the most expensive and exclusive, and therefore, hopefully, the best. He handed over the flat present and Liam sat on the floor and ripped off the gold paper excitedly. He clicked opened the hard case and lifted the lid to reveal thirty paintbrushes settled in a semi-circle fan inside, white and brown brushes and long thin mahogany handles.
Liam blinked and the squealed ecstatically, trying to make himself heard even though Will�s hand had slapped over his mouth.
�Shh, baby, shhh!� he giggled. He was glad he�d closed the door.
He let Liam attack his face with kisses until the shiny slender wood distracted him again. �If I missed any ones you want, just tell me, and they can make it up, yeah?�
��pretty�� Liam said, looking down at the paintbrushes like they were made of gold.
He nibbled on Liam�s ear as a response. He could feel Liam�s arms come up around his neck, filled with paintbrushes, the hair on them tickling under his jaw.
�Like them baby?�
He purred and licked up his neck, the wet cold as air brushed against it.
�Here Daddy, have something for you too.�
He opened the drawer and pulled out a pencil, worn down almost to the nub. A small slice had been scraped off at the end, revealing the light wood around the graphite, and the words �love you� had been scratched into it with pen. Liam handed it over with a shy smile.
�That�s the pencil I used the first time I ever drew you. Remember?�
Will was touched. Liam had actually remembered that, and it had meant enough for him to keep something of that meeting.
It meant so much he wanted Will to have it.
�Yes I remember.� He took the pencil and leant forward to kiss him. �I still have that. I put all your drawings in an album.�
Liam seemed to like that idea and shifted closer to him, so he was almost perched on his thigh. �Everytime I used it from then on, I thought of you. I knew I loved you when I drew you that time.�
The words made Will press his lips against Liam�s. He opened his mouth, compelling Liam to open his own, rewarding his compliance with his tongue, soothing and possessive and loving.
�I�ll keep it with me always.� He said sincerely.
Liam meowed happily.
**~~**
It was about midday and Angel was sitting in the art room, humming along with the anniversary songs the stars were carolling.
It was a good day.
Will and he had a session later. Will had told him that a lot that morning, when he wouldn�t let him leave, wanting him to stay, not caring about the guard, distracting him with lips and fingers and tongue. Will had kissed his forehead and scampered out of the room with an uncomfortable hard on.
He was painting with the paintbrushes Will had given him, painting the sparklers that the stars were holding in celebration. He focused on some detail just left of centre so he could try out the Angular Teijin in the set. He�d used it a few times before, but never in here. They didn�t have specialty brushes really. He used it to add blue green sparks to the side.
�Oh god, that is so great.� He giggled hyperactively. He loved the brushes so much.
Will was going to get such a happy Angel kitty tonight. He grinned seductively and added a little passion to the picture, twirling the pinky-red up in smoky tendrils. The warm unfurling in his stomach, his cock waking up at thoughts of Will and what they�d do. Passion.
�Angel.�
The stars stopped and his stomach turned icy. He didn�t turn around.
�Angel, come with me.� Steve said.
�I � can�t.� He murmured to the painting. He looked around, hoping desperately that the other guard was still there. He wasn�t. Just Steve grinning in the doorway. Angel angrily wished he could pay attention sometimes.
�Yep. Come on.�
He turned stubbornly around and looked at his painting again. Maybe he could add some blue just �
A sharp pain spreading across the back of his head made him yelp, and he tried to pull forward to get away from the sting but his head was immobile. He automatically put his hands up, and felt Steve�s meaty fist twisted into his hair.
Steve tugged and his head went with him, pulling his body off the stool clumsily. It clattered to the floor as Angel almost fell over.
�Ow, let me go!�
The hand shook his hair and his head went from side to side dizzily. He yelped, and the hand let him go. He stood up shakily, the back of his head throbbing indignantly as his fingers tried to soothe the pain.
�Come with me.�
He followed nervously, as Steve led him down the halls. They got to a different section, behind a locked door, and then went into another corridor.
�Where are we going?� He asked quietly as they walked, trying not to upset him.
�My office.�
He whimpered along with the stars in unease and Steve turned around angrily. �Shut it.�
He closed his mouth and tried to get the anxious frown off his face. �Does Will know?�
Steve sighed and didn�t answer. He wasn�t in a good mood. He was all red and wire. He watched him under his lashes warily.
Angel was very. Very. Worried.
�In here.� He said opening a door.
Angel looked around. There was nobody. He hesitated and Steve�s eyes flared, so he quickly ran inside hearing Steve click the door closed behind him. The room had monitors everywhere and cords and tapes and electronic equipment. It would have been interesting if he didn�t feel like he was going to throw up.
Steve ignored the equipment and went to another door past it, unlocking it. Angel peered in from where he was and saw a tiny office with a desk inside. Steve held the door open and watched him.
�I need to pee.� He said, feeling the familiar pressure build up inside him.
�No you don�t, come here.�
He came forward and Steve pulled him by the waist and pressed fleshy, rubbery lips against him. He felt sick. He tipped his head down to get away from the lock when he felt a sharp tongue trying to flick inside, slimy against his mouth.
He looked down at his and Steve�s bodies pressed together in a fake embrace and he felt wrong. �Can I go to the art room?� he asked.
Steve rolled his eyes and shucked off his jacket. �I�m good with forgetting the romance too.�
What?
�Take em off.�
�I need to pee.� He tried again, turning away from Steve who was unbuttoning his shirt, not wanting to look.
Steve�s fist slammed into his kidney and he slumped to the floor in a swamp of nausea. He panted and swallowed, trying to keep his stomach contents down. He really needed to pee now. He crawled up against the desk and huddled there, curling himself up against the sickening pain.
�Listen, I�m not here to be nice to you okay? We�re not friends.� Steve said from above him. Angel stared down at his feet not daring to look up. �Now get your fucking clothes off or the next thing I�ll hit you with is this.� He said, slamming his baton against the door.
Angel�s insides froze, chilled and dead. He swallowed then slipped off his uniform quickly, still crouching on the ground.
�Get up.� The cold voice instructed.
He stood slowly, keeping his eyes on the ground. He could see Steve�s legs were bare above his boots and socks. He bit his lip and his eyes watered. He didn�t want to cry, but he felt like he was going to.
�Hop up on the desk.�
He shuffled round keeping his body as close to the desk as possible. He moved some papers away and sat on the edge, still looking down, now at his bare knees. He saw his cock had contracted as much as possible, and he knew he was scared.
�Good boy.�
He sniffed. Steve�s hand pushed his chest down and he closed his eyes. Watery muck ran into his throat as he lay on his back, his head hanging off the end of it. Steve�s hand smoothed all over his chest and his stomach, prodding and squeezing his skin. Thick fingers played with his collar and tears started sliding out between his eyelids and trickling up into his hairline.
Steve�s clammy hands ran down between his thighs�.
� hands around his ankles, making his legs stay up, and his cheeks and nose were wet and his eyes were puffy. His arms were over his stomach and Steve was sliding in and out, slapping against him. He yelped as he realised there was a foreign thing inside him, and he could hear himself cryi�
� and then he was walking through the corridors again, clothed. He stopped and looked around. He didn�t know where he was.
�Come on, I haven�t got all day.� Steve said impatiently.
He backed away and felt tremors of pain originating from his backside. Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist to drag him behind. His eyes were itchy and he was still sniffing. Steve led him to a shower room he hadn�t seen before. It had stalls so it was for staff. He was pushed into the room and then Steve was undressing him quickly. He had no expression on his face as he worked quickly and smoothly, and it was frightening. Steve leaned into a shower and flicked it on.
Angel looked down and saw the insides of the top of his thighs were shiny and wet. He frowned and put his fingers down to touch it, wondering whether he had wet himself. His asshole twanged in pain and he reached back a little further and his fingers were covered in come. Steve�s come was in him. He gagged and then he was pushed into a shower stall and the water was freezing as it slithered over every inch of him.
He started crying again. Silently, his shoulders shuddering. He felt horrible. The stars were silent and he felt like stripping his skin off to make them start again. Anything. A word. A noise. It was so quiet. He could hear every breath Steve took heavily through his nose, could hear the angry hissing of the shower and the trickle into the drain. The colour was seeping from the room, all dull whites and blues and pale skin. Clinical.
Steve rolled his sleeve up, reached in, pulled the showerhead out and washed him. He felt the frigid water on his hands and turned the hot on a bit more. Steve held the back of his neck and washed him like an animal, rough and unashamed, paying close attention to his backside. He turned off the shower and fiddled with the head for a second, as Angel stood watching, sniffing, and trying to stop shivering. He pulled something from his jacket pocket and put it in place of the head. It was like a hose nozzle but smaller and a lot thinner.
He was turned around, spun by the arm and Steve spread his legs and stuck the nozzle up into his anus painfully. He yelped and Steve held him against the wall, turning the shower back on and water filled him up. He yelped again and turned to look at Steve in shock. Steve was just watching his backside disinterestedly. Angel realised he didn�t care it was upsetting and lent his head against the white cold tiles. Steve pulled the nozzle out, changing the heads again and Angel withered in embarrassment as the water gushed out of him, but Steve just watched, detached. He reached over and gave him a quick rinse with the showerhead again and then dragged him out of the stall, threw a towel at him and packed up his things. Angel dried himself quickly, covering as much of his body with the cloth as he could, under the white too bright lights.
Steve snatched the towel away and wandered to the other end of the room as Angel scrabbled for his uniform. Steve came back without the towel, waited impatiently for him to get properly dressed and then led him quickly to the art room.
As they got there, Steve grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. He whined and tried to jerk his arm away, upset and humiliated and feeling like he was going to be sick.
�You need to do that faster next time.� Steve whispered, pulling him towards the art room doors.
Angel finally got his arm back. He shook his head. �No. Not again.�
�Yes. If you don�t, I�ll tell Will.�
Angel gave him a small smile, reckless. �I�m telling Will anyway.�
�No you aren�t.� Steve stood in front of him, �I�ll tell him you enjoyed it. That you were the one who wanted to.�
Angel�s mind stuttered. �But � no!�
�But yes. And then he�ll leave you.� He said calmly, pulling out a cigarette.
�But� I didn�t want to.� He cried, feeling on the edge of tears again.
The edge of the tip burned dully, the smoke slowly drifting in seaweed strands up to the ceiling.
�Yes you did, deep down. Otherwise you wouldn�t have done it. You loved it.� Steve�s voice said, talking too fast for the speed his mouth was moving, and it sounded like he was in another room. No colour, No song.
�No I didn�t. I hated it.� He said, his voice sounded different, tinny.
Steve led him into the art room. �Then why did you do it?�
�Because � you! And �� He felt trapped.
�Because you wanted to. You love being fucked.�
He shook his head. But he was lying. He did like it when Will did it. Will.
His lip quivered.
�I�ll tell Will how much you groaned and panted for it like the fucking whore you are.� Angel flinched at the word, feeling it spark on his chest. �And he�ll leave you. He doesn�t need you.�
Angel couldn�t think of anything to say. Steve was so sure, and � he was right? He must be. Will had told him not to be alone with Steve. He couldn�t let Will find out. So he watched his feet.
�Sit down and paint something.� Steve said cheerfully, walking out the doors.
Angel stared after him for a second and then went to his easel and put aside the painting of the celebration and immediately started a new one. One full of black and red and people crying.
**~~**
�Hey Angel.� Will said, feeling like he was bouncing into the room, ready to start their session. He saw Liam�s feet underneath the painting. He was going to collect him and then take him back to the office, where he had a cake waiting for him. Chocolate of course. Chocolate on top of chocolate and chocolate chipped cream in the centre. Liam would love it.
�Angel?� he said again as he neared him.
Liam�s face appeared next to the painting and he looked less than happy, mouth turned down a little at the corners and frown settled into his forehead.
�What�s wrong?� He asked.
Liam stared at him silently, with sad eyes. He got to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, starting when he saw what he was painting.
�Are you upset baby?� he asked warily, eyes on the painting.
It wasn�t like Liam�s usual pieces. It was mostly black, with big jagged red things at the top, and red clouds. Deep red. And black silhouettes of people crouched over alone, head on their knees.
He felt Liam�s head shake under his cheek bone.
He suddenly remembered the cameras and cursed himself. Fucking hell. Although, he reasoned, Steve already knew so � he�d just have to pay him more.
Shit.
�Come on, let�s go to my office, I�ll cheer you up.� He smiled.
Liam looked up, big unhappy deer eyes and managed a small smile. He stood and followed Will mutely to his office. A grin wiped away the frown when he saw the cake box on the table.
�For us?� He said softly.
�Yes.� Will whispered, kissing over his ear and neck once the door was closed.
�What kind?� He asked, sounded like the normal Liam.
�Chocolate in chocolate on chocolate.�
�Oooh.� He murmured. He pulled Will over to it, flopping them on the couch and opened the box. �Nice!� he exclaimed.
Will sat closer to him, so their legs were together as Liam examined the cake. He rubbed his hand up and down Liam�s back. Liam sat back a little and looked sad again.
�I didn�t want to, not on our anniversary.� He said, his lower lip quivering, suddenly looking like he was going to cry.
Will was taken aback at the abrupt change, and the bare pain on Liam�s face. �Eat cake?� He asked, desperately trying to catch up.
�No, I love cake.� He beamed. �Chocolate.�
He leant back down and started to cut it. Will shook his head.
�What�s bothering you? What didn�t you want to do?� He asked, slowly taking his hand off Liam�s back.
Liam scooped a huge amount into his mouth. �Chocolate!� he said, muffled and kissed Will, swirling a sickly sweet tongue around in Will�s mouth until he backed away coughing and laughing.
�Baby!� he protested, laughing as he tried to breathe through the crumbs.
Liam lunged at him again, his mouth smeared with chocolate. Will was on his back collapsing into giggles, trying to push Liam off while trying to get his face away from the chocolaty mouth.
Liam straddled his hips and swallowed the gooey mass in his mouth, unsuccessfully wiping the smudges off his face with the back off his hand. He smiled. �You make me happy.�
Will fell into giggles again, unable to stop. Liam reached under himself and his fingers drifted under Will�s belt. He started undulating on his lap, waking his prick up.
�Oooh, Baby�� Will breathed as slippery, icing covered fingers slipped across his cock. Liam shifted back so he was sitting on his thighs, unzipped Will�s pants and brought his cock out, petting and stroking it to hardness. He cooed at it and Will started giggling again.
�I love the cake Daddy.� He purred, giving a twist to his stroking that made Will try to arch up.
�Uh� that�s, that�s good Pet. I�m glad.� He breathed, heavily.
Liam watched his face as he added flicks and tight squeezes to his attendance. Watched him with dark eyes and smudges of chocolate on his face. Will clawed at his uniform, pulling him down so he could lick the chocolate off his mouth.
*
Liam was silent afterwards, not asleep, but lying under the covers without singing or humming, on his side away from Will. After a while, Will raised up on one arm to see over his bare shoulder, to see his face, see if he was alright. He was just staring contentedly at the wall, eyes jumping to a new point of interest, once one was thoroughly scrutinised.
�Anything wrong baby?�
�No.� He said, smiling, still looking at the wall.
�Stars not singing?�
�They are. Quietly.� His eyes flicked to the skirting. �Ever since the cake.�
�They weren�t before?�
�No. But now they are.� He rolled over onto his back, looking up into Will�s face, his hair spread out on the pillow under his head. �They sing for you.�
�Tell them thankyou.� He said softly, unable to resist stealing a small kiss.
Liam nodded, and licked his lips. Will settled beside him, leaning on his upper arm so his fingers could play in the strands of Liam�s hair as he turned his attention to the ceiling. Something seemed wrong, but Will couldn�t figure out what.
�You sure nothing�s wrong?� He asked, unable to quell the itchy unease.
�No. Yes.� He frowned. �I�m sure nothing�s wrong.�
Will nodded tightly. He leant over and kissed him again, feeling the lips beneath his part to accept his tongue. He slid it in smoothly, brushing against Liam�s shyer tongue, before licking up the ridged roof of his mouth and pulling away. Liam smiled and rolled away again with a satisfied sigh.
Will frowned.
�Baby? You�d tell me if something�s wrong right?�
��wrong right?� Liam asked, confused.
He frowned at his sentence.
�I mean, would you tell me if something was upsetting you?�
A pause. �Yes.�
Unease stroked smoky fingers along the inside of his belly. �I would be upset if you didn�t tell me.� He tried, falling back on the old stand by to get something out of Liam, even though he really shouldn�t.
Liam rolled back over with a frown. �But what if it made you upset?�
Ah ha!
�Nothing you ever tell me would make me upset at you okay?�
Velvety brown eyes stared solemnly back. �Okay.�
�So � Anything wrong?� He asked, curling Liam�s loose hair back behind his ear.
He shook his head.
Will didn�t know what to say, or how to feel. He knew there was something wrong. He decided not to press, Liam obviously didn�t want to tell him anything.
He smiled back, even though he couldn�t help feeling a bit hurt. Liam rolled back away.
Will slowly drifted back down to the pillows. It was probably nothing. He might just be tired. He reached out and ran a hand down his back, past the inked tattoo.
�Angel? Any story behind the tattoo?� He asked, running his fingertip along the lines. He had tried to ask before, but Liam was always distracted by something.
�Everyone has it.�
Will frowned. �What do you mean?�
�In my family. My father and his father. And his too.�
Will smiled at the information about Liam�s heritage. �You all have griffins?�
�No,� Liam said, obviously enjoying Will drawing on his back, �My father had a dragon, my grandfather had a centaur, um his father had � um� a mermaid I think. And we all have A�s because of Alaise.�
Will smiled at the trivia. �That�s neat.� He said, curious. �How long�s it been going on?�
�Generations, started when our family was back in Ireland. Great great great � not sure how many �greats� grandfather had a phoenix curled around an A.�
Will leant forward to rest his chin on Liam�s shoulder, his interest piqued, �So it�s a tradition.�
Liam nodded. �My father took me to get mine when I was sixteen, the same age he and his father got them.�
Will was suddenly saddened by the fact the intriguing tradition would end with Liam. He backtracked quickly, unless of course Liam met a girl � when �
He stopped. He couldn�t be bothered pandering to the hopeful part of his mind. Anyway, he wanted to keep him and they weren�t having any children anytime soon.
�Do the girls in your family have it?�
�No, oldest son. Connor already picked, he wants a centaur.�
Will froze and his mind stuttered ineffectually. There were so many things wrong with the sentence. Firstly, he used present tense, secondly Liam never talked about his family, thirdly, it was horribly sad that his son would never get the family tradition although Liam didn�t seem affected by it�
Will breathed carefully, heart beating wildly, in case Liam suddenly realised what he�d said and went into a fit. His hand was stilled on Liam�s shoulder. He leaned warily forward to look at Liam�s face but he was just staring forward at the wall, calm. He probably didn�t even realise he�d said it. He felt Will�s gaze and smiled up at him. Will smiled back and went back to rubbing his arm.
�So, what made you pick a griffin?� he asked, getting off the prickly subject.
�Duality.� He answered promptly.
�Duality?�
�Yes. Opposing characteristics, earth and air, combined together and protecting both in harmony. Griffins capture the strength of the lion and the wisdom of the eagle and the courage of both.�
Will kept quiet about how accurately a griffin description portrayed the man lying beside him. He smiled. �You couldn�t have picked anything better.� He said.
Liam nodded in agreement, laughing a little, before falling silent again. Will scrutinised the tattoo with new found interest. �I didn�t know everything about you then, did I?� he considered.
�Sorry?�
�Never mind.� He said, brushing it off. He didn�t even realise he�d said it out loud.
The clock was impatient and it ticked by rudely, unaware or uncaring of how much Will wanted the moments to last. Liam fidgeted and became tired of the wall, rolling over and running his fingernails lightly over Will�s chest to amuse himself.
�Daddy?� He said after a long while.
�Yes Pet?�
�Do you think we�ll ever get to that huge house?�
Will frowned. �What house Pet?�
�With the pool.�
Will�s memory kicked in. His face tensed but Liam couldn�t see it, his forehead was resting against Will�s collarbone. �Maybe.�
�If I�m good?� He asked, moving his head, looking up at Will�s chin.
�You�re always good.�
He made a happy noise. �I�d purr and sleep in a huge velvet cat bed wouldn�t I?�
Will blinked. He�d obviously been thinking about it. He wasn�t sure how to feel about that. �Yes, I bet you would.�
Liam�s arm slipped around his waist in a hug.
�And we�d swim.�
Will didn�t answer, but he smiled sadly at the contented noises Liam was making at his thoughts. He sighed through his nose.
�I don�t think we�re going anytime soon.� He said gently.
Liam stopped humming. �Oh.� He got up and lent on his elbow, the sheet slipping down to his hip, revealing his sleek body. �Is it because you�re having trouble finding information about the � them?�
Will assumed he meant vampires. But then he was confused because he was only researching vampires to placate Liam while he was in the ward. Then he realised that he hadn�t gone back to �D�sirer et L'�me�
even though he�d planned to. All that � stuff� with Doyle had come up and distracted him. Liam was waiting for an answer.
�Um, I�m going to a place � to get information, hopefully.� He said, with a hopeful smile, sidestepping Liam�s question.
�When?� he blinked, again waiting for Will to answer.
�This Saturday.�
�Oh good.� He lowered down and rested his face against Will�s chest again. �Not real �?�
�No, people. Don�t worry pet.�
�Kay.�
He started humming softly. �I wish I could stay here all the time and never leave.�
Will sighed and ran his fingers through Liam�s hair. �Me too.�
�Can I stay? If im quiet?�
Will suddenly felt very tired. He was sure they�d talked about this. It was hard to say no when you were refusing something you wanted.
�I wish you could pet, but we�d get in trouble.�
�But if I hide, please?� He said almost pitifully, desperately.
Will sat up, and pulled Liam back by his arms so he could see his face, see his eyes.
�What�s happened?�
He sat looking like a scolded child.
�Baby I�m not angry, im worried.�
�Don�t be. Nothings wrong.� He leant against Will�s arms for a kiss, expecting them to draw him close.
�Don�t try to distract me like that. Why can�t you tell me?�
�There�s nothing wrong!� He whined frantically, looking like he was going to start crying.
Will buckled and pulled him close, feeling the arms wrap around him and tighten, as Liam�s cheek rested in the crook of his neck.
�I�m sorry Baby, I don�t want you sad, definitely not today.�
Liam nodded and Will felt heaviness settle on his shoulders. He�s ask again later. Not today. Not on today. He wanted Liam to remember today as presents and happiness and cake. Not tears.
�I love you Angel.�
He felt a smile against his neck.
�So beautiful.� He murmured.
Liam chuckled and bit his chin playfully, then kissed up to whisper in his ear.
�You�ll keep me?�
Will turned his head and caught him in a light kiss. �Definitely.�
�Happy Anniversary Daddy.� He sing-songed before licking his lips and pulling himself up to sit on Will�s lap.
**~~**
Angel sat in the art room painting a picture that was all blue. Light and dark but all blue. It was how he felt. The stars were cold and indifferent and he was feeling lonely. They were whispering about him.
Whispering that he lied to Will.
That he betrayed him.
He couldn�t argue with them, because it was true. But Will would have been upset, he knew Will. At Steve, but mainly at him because Will had told him not to go with Steve. And he was right.
He added a blue stripe down the centre and pouted.
Will made him happy. But he couldn�t feel happy at the moment. Only felt � blue. And cold. He got off the stool and laid down across one of the tables. He couldn�t be bothered to work. He couldn�t be bothered to do anything but lie here and hope maybe Will could come and love him.
He blinked and stared at the ceiling.
His face hardened. He hated Steve. He hated him. He wanted �. He wanted him to die.
The stars looked at him and he felt bad.
Maybe not die.
But hurt.
Blue.
He sighed. He stared at the ceiling for a while, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the stars before sitting up.
�Ah!� he yelped.
Steve was sitting at one of the tables.
�You seem a bit down.� He said with a fanged smile on his face and black eyes.
Angel didn�t answer, just moved away from him, standing against the wall.
�What? Didn�t you know? New hours, I said I�d look after you while everyone else does that workshop. But of course, not on the books, just to help out a friend.�
Angel stared at him.
�So every � what is it? How many times a week? Oh yeah three, So three times a week, I�ll have you for an hour and a half.�
Angel shook his head, not daring to look away or even blink in case Steve leapt at him.
�Yep. So come with me.�
�I want to finish my painting.� He said, walking slowly over to the easel as the ground swayed.
Steve grabbed the back of his uniform and pulled him backwards out the door. �Chop chop. Gotta be quick.� He said cheerily.
Angel spun around so he wasn�t tripping backwards and followed Steve as slowly as he could while still being held.
�Hurry up.� Steve said after they�d made it down the hallway. Angel had slowed to snail�s pace.
He shook his head defiantly. Steve stopped coldly and pulled him into a linen closet. He unclipped his baton and swung it around. Angel swallowed.
Steve grabbed one of his hands and pulled it up, quick as lightening, and belted the stick across his back, slamming right into his kidney. Waves of pain and shock rolled through him like he was being covered by black water. His legs were useless and he collapsed, choking.
�Don�t you vomit.� Steve said.
He felt like he was going to. It was so painful. He sat shivering on the ground, head against the wall.
�Look I�m sorry, okay? But if you just did what I wanted �� Steve nudged him with his foot, the toe of his boot digging into Angel�s thigh. �You ready?�
Angel looked up at the baton being swirled around and nodded.
�Good, come on then, get up.�
He did and followed Steve to his office, like last time. He wished desperately for Will. To come in and knock Steve into hospital like he did Mikael.
He followed Steve into the office and watched quietly as he threw a blanket down on the small floor, in front of the desk. The door beside him was still open and he concocted a vague plan to run through it, and keep running until he found Will, and then keep running and running and not stopping until they reached the huge house and locked everything out.
� �now.�
He looked up, realising he had missed something. �Sorry?�
Steve closed his eyes and that was just as scary as being hit because he didn�t know what he was going to do.
�Take it off. Get down on the rug.� He said carefully, eyes still closed.
He popped the buttons of his uniform. It didn�t matter, none of it, because Will was going to get him out. He just had to put up with it a little longer and then � he�d get out. So it didn�t matter.
He sat on the floor.
�Turn around idiot.�
He flipped over onto his knees and focused on how it would feel once he finally got out. No more tiny rooms and people touching him, only Will, but he wanted Will to touch him. He loved Will so it felt good. Felt like stars.
Some slick was slapped across his hole. It was freezing. The room smelled musty, like old forgotten books. The paper, brown and aged. Quick fingers inside him and he held his breath the entire time. He couldn�t see what Steve was doing, could only see the dark watermarks on the wall.
When Will was working he�d curl up and sleep, next to the fire if it was cold, or near a window if it was hot. Stretched out and unafraid. And after Will had finished whatever he�d crawl up next to him and curl around him.
He bit his lip in pain as Steve pushed inside his unprepared ring. He was trying to fade out, but it wasn�t working. He was panting from the pain. He could hear himself grunting and �no�-ing.
He wondered what Will was doing. Maybe having a catnap. In the couch in his office, eyelids flickering as he dreamt, hopefully of Angel, dark smudges of eyelashes. Sunlight washing over him, making him look bone white.
He had his hands on the wall in front of him, gritting his teeth as Steve slammed into him painfully. His backside was in so much pain his eyes were rolling back.
Will was �
Red and hurting, flashes of lightning pain.
And the stars � they were�
Will! He was betraying him. Will would never do this to him.
He couldn�t hold it in anymore, couldn�t ignore it, he let his head drop forward and started bawling, purging the secrets and lies through the water, unable to breath through the sobs and Steve was smacking him on the back of the head as they rocked to try to stop him.
Steve started fucking him even more viciously, slamming into him so much he was almost hitting his head on the wall and then he felt a spurt inside him and he was going to vomit.
He started breathing deeply as Steve�s strokes became slower and more relaxed. He pulled out and the pain turned into a toothachey throb. He moaned.
�Too rough too ��
His insides felt scraped up. He hadn�t been prepared well enough and now he was in so much pain. He leant his forehead against the wall and panted.
He felt his asshole pulsing from the rough treatment and then a drool of wet roll down the inside of his thigh.
He knew what it was.
The bile rose and he was sick, heaving onto the blanket. His arms were shuddering and he started crying again.
He hated throwing up.
He could still feel the wet on his thighs. Steve. Steve�s come and some of it would always be inside, like Mikael and Har� he�d never get them out. Have to turn himself inside out with knives and cut them all out, cut the festering come off his organs, scrape it out because it would always be there.
He screamed at the stars to stop screeching, his ears were bleeding yellow from it and then Steve was knocking him over. He kept yelling at them until a hard slam to his kidney, the one that had already been abused, made him take in a breath and curl up.
�You fucking retard asshole!� Steve spat, kicking him so he�d roll away. �I get you a fucking blanket so you�re comfortable and you puke all over it. I�ll do you over the fucking toilet next time � room�s fucking stinking of vomit.�
He rolled up sobbing quietly as Steve disappeared. He couldn�t move. He wanted Will to come in and take him away.
Never again. He couldn�t do it again.
The stars weren�t helping just shouting about trust and love and how he deserved Steve if that�s how he was going to treat Will.
He knelt up, gasping at the shards of pain resonating from his anus, and pulled his uniform close, trying to find something to clean himself up with. His back was throbbing from where he�d been hit, it was horrible. His head was all mucky from crying.
He felt in the pocket, hoping for a tissue and frowned as he felt a square of paper. He pulled it out.
Will�s handwriting.
�Kiss� was written all over.
He lay back down on the floor, knees under his chin and clutched the paper to his chest.
�Will Will Will Will Will Will Will Will�.�
The next thing he knew, he was back in his room alone, sitting on his bed, his hair wet.
**~~**
Will slipped in through the warehouse door, the machinery-meets-last century flair layout of �D�sirer et L'�me� sprawling out before him.
It definitely was a lot busier on a Saturday night, but Will noticed an abundance of very young black haired girls in attendance. They looked like they weren�t out of school yet.
As he walked past a large group of them all dressed in black mini skirts and stripey tights, eyes catted out with black eyeliner, e heard them giggle and ignored the thigh-wet eyes they were making at him.
He wanted to tell them to go home, but bit his tongue and made his way through the swaying chiffon and leather whitefaced people.
He shook his head. If someone had told him last year that he�d be in love with a mental patient and placating him by visiting gothic warehouse clubs he would have claimed them certifiable.
Funny how life turns out sometimes.
He looked around, searching for something, not sure what, but he�d know it when he saw it. It would be obvious. Even though he didn�t really know what he was looking for, it would be obvious.
One girl caught his eye. She sat at the bar alone drinking a Corona. He sidled towards her. She was pretty, big eyed, her style nothing like the other girls there. No cat eyes or silk. No leather.
�Hey.�
She looked at him blankly. �Hey.�
�So � you�re not like the rest of them.�
�Nope. I just look after them. I work as a bouncer here some nights.�
Will nodded. Strange choice. �Oh. So you don�t believe in � what they believe in...�
�No I believe.� She smiled hugely. �So. You wanna be a vampire?�
�Me? Not particularly.� He leaned close. �I wanna see one though.�
She picked up her glass and smiled a little smile into it. �You wanna see one.� She repeated quietly. Her eyes flicked to his. �Up close?�
He smiled back, with all the flirting and mysterious looks they were flinging at each other he felt almost as if they were dating, or about to commence foreplay.
�As close as I can get.�
�That could be dangerous.� She purred, pushing her dark hair back.
�Could it?�
�Yeah.� She knocked back her drink. �Come on.� She left bills on the bar and dragged Will through the writhing mass and out the back of the club, her face suddenly emotionless.
They walked for a while, it was close to midnight, the girl looking at him every now and then � up and down. She had dropped his hand after they left the heat of the club and now she just walked, quickly.
They got to the cemetery. �In here.�
�In the cemetery?� he asked, snorting.
She laughed and slipped in the open gate. He hesitated, then ran in after her. She was obviously a little weird. He wasn�t quite sure why he was following her, maybe because she seemed like she knew something. Maybe there was some other Goth party in the cemetery, hardcore vamp wannabe�s, and maybe they lived the life like Harlen. Then he could get some real information. No more of this shagging about with scrawny men in capes.
�Have you ever seen a vampire?� he asked, following her between the rows.
�Seen one?� she said, not looking around. They were off the path now, wandering through gravestones and Will was beginning to get a little antsy.
�Yeah. A real one.�
She turned around to face him. �I see one now.� She smiled and pointed over his shoulder.
He turned quickly.
Nothing.
He heard her laughing and turned back. �Made you look.� She cackled and led him further. He pulled a face and tried to keep up.
They picked their way across new and old gravestones, more new than old. The girl seemed to favour those. She looked around like she was searching for someone, eyes jumping around the dark grounds.
She sat down against a mausoleum, in the shadows. �Here, we�ll wait for him.� She looked at her nails and then tied the shoelace up on her boot.
Him?
�Wait for who?�
Will felt an uneasy uncertainty that he was going to get robbed.
�Listen, this was � fun, but I better ��
�Keep talking. I want him to hear you.� She broke in, not looking at him, but at something across the way.
He turned.
There was a man � about ten yards away. Looking at them. He stood still, wearing a simple black shirt and jeans. He stood very still, staring at them intensely. He turned back to his guide. She waved at the man and then grinned at Will. Will felt his stomach squiggle.
�Who�s th ��
�Hey!� She yelled. �Nice one, right?�
He just stood there, staring at them, not moving. He looked like a statue. For some reason, Will was very, very scared. His stomach was flipping and his entire being was being pulled away. He�d had enough. Thoroughly spooked he turned to run, but her hand held his arm.
�Let me go.� He said.
�Sure. Later.� She laughed, face secretive and playful.
Then, behind her laughing eyes, he saw him. Another �
He blinked.
He �.
He cocked his head and peered. His nostrils prickled.
The man was wearing a long black coat, and black clothes. His hair was light brown and spiked. He had earrings all up one ear. But that wasn�t what Will noticed first.
The golden eyes and the furrowed brow he noticed.
But mostly he noticed the long shining fangs edging out of his mouth.
Fangs�?
Will�s mind felt like it was stalling, like he was in second and he�d accidentally been kicked into fifth instead of third and his mind was clicking over and not catching. The man rushed towards them, but the girl turned and swung her leg out, kicking him in the gut. She flipped over to him and backhanded the man. Will heard a dizzy �crack� as her knuckles broke his cheekbone. He backed away, hunched over, eyes wide and mind reeling. He looked around wildly to see the other man charging towards them.
His eyes�
�Thought you could bait me? HUH!� She hit him again, and then hauled him up and over to Will. Will stood speechless. She pulled out a short sharpened pike and jabbed it into his chest.
Will squeaked as he obliterated into a million dusty particles.
�Wha� vhe fuuuuuuucc�.?� He groaned out, unable to move his mouth.
�That.� She said, kicking the other man that had run up behind her. She stabbed the wood into his chest as well, watching smugly as he exploded into ash. �Was a vampire.� She finished.
Will blinked and then let out a hysterical laugh.
Dust �
�He � he EXPLODED!�
�Yup.�
�He bloody EXPLODED!� He said again, in case she hadnt heard, or seen.
She nodded calmly, and flicked the dust off the breast of her jacket.
�Vampire?� He asked wildly.
�Yep.� She said, sticking the wood back into the back of her pants, under her jacket.
She cocked her head and watched him. �Don�t worry, it was rough the first time I saw one too.� Will laughed again, but he thought he felt a tear squeeze out as well. �Come on, I�ll buy you a drink.�
She led him away, but he turned to look at the two piles of dust that were slowly drifting away in the wind.
*
�I�m insane. This is all just a figment of my imagination and � I�m insane.� Will said, the first words he had said since they left the cemetery.
She took a big gulp of her beer, back at the club. �Nope. Vampires. Real.�
He swallowed half his own beer and panted for a second. Then he looked around warily. �Are these vampires, then?� He whispered, leaning across the small round table.
She laughed. �No, these are wanna-be�s. Vampires love them though. That�s why I come here a lot. These people ever see what a vampire could really do � they�d die of shock.� She sipped. �Or bloodloss.�
Will rubbed his hand over his face. He saw the man � no the vampire, exploding in his mind again. He shook his head.
The vampire.
The VAMPIRE!!!
Fucking bloody fucking �
He gulped down more beer.
�So � what, you do these tours?� he asked when he got a breath.
She laughed again. �Try to do one every night. Trying to erase all that Anne Rice vampires are tortured souls crap. I take one, maybe two people out. Different cemeteries, places I know the vamps are hiding. Don�t want them all to know.�
�All these people?�
�All the vampires. They find out who I am � I wont be hunting them anymore.�
�You hunt them.� He stated.
�Yep.�
�I�m having beer with a vampire hunter. Great.�
She flicked her hair back. �Vampire Slayer.�
�Oh, I�m sorry.�
�You�re taking this better than most people do.�
�No I�m really not.�
He saw the golden eyes flare up behind his eyelids.
�They�re evil. Aren�t they.� He said, not a question. He�d seen that face.
�Very. Don�t go looking for vampires. And hey, try to spread the word.� She frowned. �But don�t try to kill them. I mean, carry some holy water with you at night, and maybe a stake if people have been disappearing� but don�t go looking for them.�
�Why do you?�
�I�m a slayer, I was born to do this.�
Born to � slay vampires.
Vampires.
His brain kept sliding off the word like it was melting ice.
�So what, you signed up for this.�
He watched her fiddle with the condensation sliding down her glass as she talked.
�Nope, destiny did.� She smiled, big white teeth. She was perfectly fine, calm. �I quite like it though.�
�How can you � fight so well?�
�Well I was trained. But I�m also super strong.� She said perkily, sarcastically.
Will raised his eyebrow. �So � you�re like a� Superman?�
�Uh� kinda. Really strong.�
�Are vampires strong?�
�Yes.�
�What else?�
�Very, very dangerous.�
�Ah. Do they � drink blood?�
�Bodies full.� She said, smiling. �But that�s why there�s me.�
�And � they�re dead.�
�Walking dead. Living impaired.�
�I see.� He sipped his drink. �I�m insane.�
She threw her head back and laughed. �I�m Faith.�
�William. Thanks for � tonight, by the way.�
�It�s cool. Don�t mention it. And you�re buying the drinks.�
Will had no problem with that. He was asking every question that flittered into his mind. He�d seen it, and he�d felt some of the ash when that � thing, had exploded but his mind was still screaming practical joke. Illusion.
He knew it wasn�t though.
�Are there lots of vampires?�
�Yes. Lots.� She said nodding her head. �Evil.�
Will was suddenly struck by a thought. If vampires exist � �Do werewolves exist too?�
�Yes. Killed one once.�
�Bullocks.� He breathed, trying not to imagine what a werewolf looked like.
�Yeah. Scary things.�
He laughed a little, wide eyed and signalling for another round. �Vampires are scary too.�
�Not if you see them as much as me.�
�What about�. Zombies?�
�Yes�� She laughed again.
�Demons?�
�Yep.�
�Fucking hell.�
�Yep, pretty sure that�s down there too.�
Will just nodded. �Vampires?� He needed clarification. He needed � Something. It seemed like more beer was what he needed right now.
�Vampires.� She nodded faux-sadly.
That did it. He sipped the last of his beer and signalled for another one. Faith the vampire slayer. Fucking hell.
�Vampires exist.� He said out loud, trying the words out. �They are the walking dead and they are real.�
Faith shook her head snorting at him.
�How can we � how can humans compete against that? And zombies and � wolfmen or whatever. I mean, we�re fucked!�
�That�s why there�s me.� She repeated.
�How many slayers are there?�
She sat back at little. �Just one.�
�But� But �� That wasn�t enough! �There were two vampires today.�
�And they�re both dead. Well dust.�
He started thinking about all the vampire movies he�d watched in his teenage years. He wondered how much of all that stuff was true. He wondered if the writers had actually seen a vampire.
�Are they afraid of garlic?�
�They�re not fans.�
�What about the cross?�
�Hate it.�
�And they�re strong.�
�Yes. And evil and fast, and they bite and drink blood. They sleep during the day, they can cross running water, they can�t come in unless you invite them and they have no reflection. Oh � and they don�t turn into bats.�
Will nodded. �They can�t � go out in the daytime?�
�No.�
Will clasped his hands together nervously for a few seconds. �Good.�
�So, now you know. Don�t be stupid. Don�t go into graveyards at night, don�t hang around by yourself at night, try to carry some protection with you and don�t invite strangers into your house if they come at night.�
Realisation dawned on Will. Strangers coming to the door at night. His blood turned to ice water in his veins and made him dizzy.
Liam.
�Liam!�
�Sorry?� Faith asked confused.
�Liam wasn�t lying. They were vampires! Holy � fu � d!� He panted and tried to keep his brain in his head. It seriously felt like it was slipping out through his ears.
�What?� She said, more irritated.
�Liam�s the one who told me to look up vampires. He said they killed his family.�
�They do that.�
He leant over the table earnestly. �They�re not mindless animals, are they? Do they kill � for fun?�
�Most, some are worse than others. No one can really work out why some just eat for food and why some like pain. Might be the people inside before they died. Might be the demon after.�
�Liam ... said one, uh, he had a relationship with one.� He said, thinking back to the fangs.
�A relationship?� She frowned, doubt sneering her lips.
�Yes, he had an affair and then it became violent and obsessive.�
She nodded, raising her eyebrows. �That�s starting to sound more like a vampire. Probably playing with him. Then killed his family.� Will nodded. �And obviously left him alive.�
�Yes.�
She shrugged but looked sympathetic. �Vampires are eternal, they spice things up for themselves.�
�The things they did��
�I know what they can do.�
He looked at her. She was young. Younger than him, early twenties. But she carried herself like someone older. The things she�d seen, had to deal with.
He couldn�t imagine living her life, no matter how suited she seemed to it.
�Where�s your friend now?� She asked, downing the rest of her beer.
Will looked down. �In psychiatric care.�
She nodded and smiled sadly. �I�m sorry. For him and you. Did he see what they did?�
Will swallowed. �They made him participate.�
�And it drove him insane.� She nodded looking into her empty glass. �That�s rough.�
Will nodded, his mind bubbling with what Liam had been through, and after all of it, be punished for it � when he had committed no unforgivable crime, certainly not murder.
�I�ve seen that a few times. The things they do � they�re psychos.� Her eyes went a little wide. �Um. No offence to your friend or anything.�
Will didn�t even hear her. He rubbed his face again.
�I�m gonna go patrol again, see if I can catch anymore.� She stood and flicked her jacket on. �Tell your friend that I believe him. They normally like to hear that.�
She made her way out the door. Will sat stunned for a second before flying out the doors, looking round the dark street with new fear in his eyes, before jumping into his car and driving as fast as he could to Liam. He had to know if Liam had seen the same things he had.
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