Author: Inca
Feedback: And *i'll* feed *you* with m&ms ... in spirit- [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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Things had been very strange after that night. Every time Will had ventured out at night since, and it hadn�t been many, he�d packed holy water in his back pocket, purchased from one of the occult bookstores he frequented.
He gave Liam a few bottles of the stuff, not knowing if vampires could get to him or not, scared anyway. He�d also given him a cross, which he was happy about.
He looked at the pink scar on Liam�s neck with newfound horror and pride. Liam was still here after facing up against those � things. Monsters. He hoped it didn�t act as a beacon of some type, a marking for other vampires. Now that he looked at it, learned, he saw the two fang marks clearly. It was a track; he could see the front teeth, where they had dug in, then the next, and then the next then the pin prick of the fangs. He only looked while Liam was humming. Liam got a little antsy at his gaze when he was focused.
It made his stomach twist knowing Liam had had blood sucked out through his neck by some hell sent demon. Too weird to think about.
He hadn�t been near a graveyard since, and he didn�t think he�d ever be going back.
At least not at night.
He�d seen Faith again, and they�d talked. She was pretty friendly and she was happy to share vampire slaying stories. Somehow, hearing about how she killed them was a comfort. She�d killed a lot of them.
Liam was a lot happier, knowing Will believed him. He was also happy that there were people whose job was to kill vampires. Still slept under the bed though.
Will wondered a lot. Wondered if Harlen was still alive or if someone had killed him mainly. He wondered if he�d ever come back for him, to finish the job. It scared him. As much as the fang marks did.
All the bluff and bluster about reopening trials, all the hoops you had to jump through seemed so silly and pointless now that he knew people were being killed by vampires.
Vampires, for god sake.
He just wanted Liam out. Faith had said California was a breeding ground for vamps, which was why she was here. Highest population of vampires apart from Romania and France.
Will found that a little strange, seeing as California was known for its sun, but Faith had a theory that vampires were drawn to high concentrations of evil. And Hollywood was in California, so the vampires wanted to be near it.
Also something about a hellmouth but Will didn�t even want to think about that.
He just wanted Liam out. He would get him out off this hellhole he wasn�t even supposed to be in, and they would move as far away from California as possible. Maybe somewhere where the sun was out from five til ten or something. Maybe they could migrate, holiday in Antarctica where the days in summer lasted for weeks and skip off before it went into winter.
Vampires were fucking walking the streets at bloody night.
The thought often arose in his mind at obscure times, brushing his teeth, walking through the hallways of the ward. It would just bubble up, and he�d scrabble for some sort of certainty before regaining his composure and moving on.
He had to keep moving. Had to keep his mind busy. He couldn�t let himself wonder about vampires.
Vampires for bloody Christ�s sake.
�Will?�
Will looked up. It was Harris, standing up in the staff meeting next to Wilthos.
�Sorry,� He murmured, blinking, ��let my thoughts run away with me.�
�Yes, well we were just organising the craft week.�
�Right.� He said flatly, disinterestedly, �How�s that going.�
�You good to supervise one of the sections for a week?�
He just nodded. He wanted to yell that there were vampires and they should all be training people to fight them instead of organising a fucking craft week. Everything was so stupid and trivial. He kept his mouth shut though.
He smiled as he realised; Liam had gone through exactly what he was going through now. In his trial he�d screeched and yelled about vampires and food, and they all thought he was insane. Well, he was. But not about that. He just didn�t have enough self-control to stop warning people.
People would believe what they wanted.
Will tried to look like he was paying attention. He felt hot and his throat was burning. He must be coming down with something.
He�d organised a transfer for Steve. His teeth sat on edge and itched while he did it, but he paid him handsomely for silence. He hoped that was the last they�d hear of him. He couldn�t deal with that bullocks right now. Liam hadn�t mentioned him again, so he figured he�d thoroughly scared him. Good. He had been ready to send him to the hospital bed next to Mikael. Let them never wake up again together.
Liam�s birthday was coming up. He was already thinking about what to get him. He was pretty good for art supplies now. He�d like to give him a �get out of jail free� card. He sighed and waited impatiently for the meeting to come to a close.
It was taking forever.
He leant back in his chair and rested a booted foot on the coffee table.
**~~**
Angel couldn�t be bothered painting something interesting. But he wanted to use the paintbrushes, so he compromised. He painted a blue border around the canvas, and then a red one inside that, then chose another brush, another border and repeated until the canvas was half finished. It was actually quite colourful. He was pleased with the way it was turning out.
He had thought to paint Will in his bed the night he�d found out about the vampires, but had decided that might look a little suspicious if anyone saw it. He wanted to get out of here so he could paint and sketch Will and no one could see it.
Will had been so � flat since that night. Angel understood. It was the vampires. He was still taking it all in. But he was handling it rather well. But then again, he was Will.
He washed off the brush he was using in the small trough sink and turned back.
Will seemed lost in thought a lot of the time, and wanted to be touched a lot, which Angel was pleased to help out with. He tried to sneak looks at his bite mark when he thought Angel didn�t notice, which made him uneasy, even though he understood why he was so fascinated by it. He wondered what Will thought it was before. It looked like a bi�
People would believe what they wanted.
Pausing for a moment, new brush against his lip, he decided he needed more green in the picture. He slipped out of the room, past Cole who was watching him between pages of his book and opened the storeroom across the corridor. Cole was actually a nurse, but he did guards duties sometimes when there were lots of things on.
He hunted around in the mustiness for a while until he found a pot of �jungle� green.
Jungle was a strange word.
He stared at it, written in green block letters across the pot. Jungle. He couldn�t take his eyes away. Jungle green. Jungle. He could hear the noises of it, feel the sticky humidity.
�Angel?� Cole said, coming to the door. �You alright, you�ve been here for twenty minutes?�
Angel snapped out of it and turned blearily to the door, seeing Cole and the friendly smile on his face.
�I just �� He stared down at the pot again. Jungle. He�d never seen a jungle. Why was he so fascinated by it?
�Are you alright?� Cole was peering at him intently now, watching his eyes.
He was back in the art room. When did�
�You�ve been doing that more often, just recently.� Cole noted, pulling out his penlight. �Here watch the light.�
He looked down at the light.
�Okay, now try again, but follow the light with your eyes.�
Didn�t he? He focused hard, but the jungle kept popping up behind his eyelids and distracting him.
�Do you know you can�t follow the light?� Cole asked, flicking it off and putting it back in his pocket.
�Let me try again.� He said, feeling like he�d failed something simple.
�We just tried five times.�
�Two times.� He corrected.
Cole smiled. �Are you distracted?�
�Jungle.� He hadn�t meant to say it. He went to put the jar down, thinking the word was leaking in through his hand but it was already on the table. �Oh.�
He breathed heavily. He was so confused. �It feels like something�s stealing my time. And I blink and things aren�t where I left them, or I�m in a different room.�
Cole nodded. �Who�s your therapist? Dr Telleck?�
�Yes. Will.� He said, wanting to say his name.
�Have you told him?�
�It�s been worse recently.� He mumbled. �I was hoping it would go away.�
�Tell Dr Telleck.�
�Okay.� That was probably a good idea. But Will would know something was wrong, and want to know what it was, and he couldn�t tell him about Steve.
He sighed, He should�ve told him at the
�start.� Now, it would seem like he had a relationship with Steve. It would look
�bad.�
�Mmmmm.� Cole said. �You want to finish up your painting? It�s almost lunch.�
�Oh.� He looked at Cole�s watch. �Yes.�
He went to pick up the paint so he could finish but it was already in his hand. He squeaked and looked up at Cole to see if he had noticed.
He looked abashed. �Sorry, I gave that to you��
Angel shook his head. He felt stupid when this happened too much. He couldn�t help feeling that way. He always lost time, but it was difficult now. It hadn�t been difficult for a while. His brain was just shutting down and it worried him. He fell behind when the time skipped, but what if he fell and never caught up again?
He wanted Will.
He started painting leaves over the picture, but he smiled at them. If you looked hard enough, you could see Will�s lips created by the highlights in them.
**~~**
Will was heading to his car, considering a salad for lunch. He didn�t usually eat them, but his stomach was rolling like he had an ocean inside him.
�Dr Telleck?�
He looked over his shoulder, a nurse was jogging towards him. He couldn�t remember his name.
�Hey.� He said.
�Hey, sorry to barge in, but I just wanted to bring to your attention that Liam seems to be having a bit of trouble staying focused.� His attention was grabbed as soon as the name was breathed.
�More than usual?�
�Yes.�
Will frowned. He hadn�t really noticed that, but he was having his own troubles.
�I�ve been a nurse here for a while, and he seems to have backslid. He was really good for a while there.�
For a while there. Then he had to stay in the sick ward plugged up to an IV because he couldn�t eat he was so out of it. Then Mikael reared up from hell, and now Will had scared him with all the vampire talk. �Yeah, I know.� He murmured.
�He couldn�t even follow a simple pen light test. They only go for ten seconds.�
Will nodded. He didn�t know what to say. He stared at the floor. Poor Liam.
�I�m didn�t mean to say it was your fault�� Cole said softly.
He must�ve looked upset. �No, no, I was just, thinking.� He paused. �I�ll have to put him on a higher dose.�
For some reason this seemed like a betrayal. Like he was conniving and underhanded. He was so confused, he was floundering, this was all too much, and he was sick to begin with.
�That�s probably best.� He said, turning and jogging back to where he came from.
He had tried to keep Liam on the lowest possible medication. He had taken him off some of the treatments Jana had him on, and he was scraping by on the bare minimum. Probably for Will�s benefit more than his own. In his head, it made their whole relationship seem less wrong.
He was sleeping under the bed again.
Will sighed. He felt defeated. He slipped out of the corridor and into his car.
**~~**
�So you�ve been having trouble staying focused?�
He nodded. Will looked sad at this. He was sad either way, really. Angel felt Steve festering inside him. All the times they had�
�Any particular reason?�
Steve. The desk digging into his shoulder blades, the floor into his knees. Lately, Steve had been playing tapes of him and Will, all the times in the art room, on the monitors outside the desk room, and watched them as he thrust into him. Angel always closed his eyes. He didn�t want to see them. Not with Steve inside him.
�You�ve been sleeping under the bed again.� Will said. He looked tired, worn out.
The stars were moving across the wall behind Will�s head, little disturbances in the wallpaper. Maybe watching him. The stars werent as helpful since Steve came into his painting.
�Baby, you�ve been sleeping under the bed again?�
He nodded.
�Any particular reason?�
�Its scary.� He said, thinking about Steve watching him. Thinking about that made him think about Har�
�Why wasn�t it scary before?�
He shrugged. He looked for the stars but they were gone.
Will looked down at his notes and scribbled something in. �Okay.� He murmured.
�Okay?�
�Pet, I�m going to put you on a trial of something okay? Might � lighten your mood a little.�
�My mood?�
�You�ve been a bit quiet and withdrawn lately.� Will said, leaning back in his chair and watching him.
�So have you.� He pointed out.
Will opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but just blinked a few times and then closed it. He watched him.
�Well it�s true.� Angel mumbled. �Ever since that night. Maybe a bit before.�
�I saw vampires Pet, I�m a little distressed.�
Angel shrugged again. He didn�t want to talk about this. He didn�t want to go on more medication either. Every time that happened he felt a little more muzzy and a step left of himself. Everything became harder, not easier.
�Well it�s true.� Will said indignantly.
�I told you vampires exist, you didn�t believe me.� Angel said, not really knowing where it came from, knowing he was just antagonising but feeling fed up with everything.
�It�s a bit hard to believe.�
�Yes.� He said shortly. He leant back in his chair and looked up at the roof, crossing his arms.
There was a pause. �Are you upset with me?� Will asked.
With Will? No. He was upset though. The stars were very upset. They were upset that he had to keep a huge secret from someone he loved, and that he had to fuck someone he hated. Upset that he was still in here when someone else knew for sure he didn�t do it. Was upset that Will had been so distant, and tired lately.
�Angel?� He asked softly.
�Sorry?�
�I asked if you were upset with me.�
�I don�t want any more medication. I hate it.� He said to the ceiling.
�You don�t usually hate things.�
�I hate medication.� The stars agreed angrily, like a mob. A riot. He nodded to them as the watched, making their presence known on the ceiling, moving and dancing, holding out their ribbons with anger.
�Even the ones that help you?�
�They don�t make me feel like me.�
�It�s just a trial, sweets, if you hate it we�ll take you off them.�
Angel didn�t say anything. He had to see Steve this afternoon. He managed to hold back the tears. He hoped he wouldn�t try to make Angel watch the videos with Will on them.
�I love you Pet.� Will said after a moment.
The sincerity in his voice made some tears slip down his cheeks. He heard Will get up and saw him sit down next to him, close and holding him and he started sobbing.
�Baby, what the bloody hell is wrong?� He murmured into his ear, pulling him closer.
He couldn�t speak, he just bawled and let Will cling onto him, trying to make him better. Will pulled him onto his lap like a big kitten, cradling him into his neck as he patted his hair down, rubbed up and down his back.
�Shhh, it�s okay baby. Nothings gonna hurt you.�
His sobs turned to sniffles and he felt better, safe, in Will�s arms, in his office, where no one could get them.
�So good for Daddy.� Will murmured in his low rough accented voice, and the words lifted his spirits a little.
�Daddy.� He murmured into his neck.
�Yes, Daddy. Daddy looks after you.�
�Take care of me?�
�Always Angel-cat.�
He purred. He loved it when Will talked like this.
�I love it when you purr. Makes me feel all warm inside.�
Angel was giddy. He purred again, louder and felt Will�s arms squeeze around him so tightly he almost couldn�t breathe. It twinged his sore back, his kidneys yelped but he didn�t care. This was what he wanted.
�Affectionate.�
�I am.� Will agreed and kissed over the side of his face. He giggled into the smooth pale neck. He wished it was always like this.
His cock was waking up. He smiled. He wanted to play, even though his backside was still sore from Steve the day before. �Are we going to play?�
�Not today sweets, we only have three minutes left.�
�That�s okay.� He said eagerly.
Will laughed, and it sounded good. He hadn�t laughed since their anniversary. �I happen to know you have greater expectations from me, than anything I could do in three minutes.�
Will�s finger scrabbled across the back of his neck for a moment and then pulled him back by his shoulders. He looked at his neck surprised, dark eyebrows raised.
�You�re not wearing your collar.� He said, puzzled.
Angel�s hand flew to his bare neck. �Oh!�
Where was it? He mustn�t have been concentrating. He felt bad now, where had he put it? He took it off to shower� maybe he lost time. He hoped he hadn�t�
�Lost it.�
�When?�
�Huh?�
�When did you lose it?� Will asked, still looking at his neck.
�I don�t know.� He felt around his chest and neck again. �Maybe the shower��
�I�ll have a look later if you like?�
Angel smiled. �Thankyou.� He felt like he�d lost his first paintbrush or his wedding ring. He gasped and looked at his finger.
�Oh no!�
�What?� Will asked alarmed.
�I�ve lost my wedding ring! Darla�s gonna kill me!� She always told him not to take it off when he painted.
Will stared at him for a moment, with wide eyes and an expression that was indescribable. �Pet�� He said slowly, �You�ve never worn your wedding ring��
Time slowed down like molasses. He watched Will�s dark eyelashes sweep down over his eyes, close, no sound, and then the blue - vibrant and bright was revealed again.
Time sped back up.
He frowned down at his hand, and turned it over, palm up. �but��
Will looked embarrassed for some reason.
He felt wrong. Backwards. �Where did it go?� he whispered.
�I don�t know. But for the year and a bit we�ve known each other � you�ve never worn it.�
�I should find it.�
�Yeah.� Will agreed quickly, �You should.�
The air seemed awkward and he didn�t know why.
**
He had no reason to be in the patient bathroom. He had no idea what he would say if someone found him. He flinched at every noise as he quickly scoured the floors.
He tutted.
He didn�t know how he felt about Liam�s shock over his missing wedding ring. Definitely feeling a little second best, definitely a little like he was a mistress, but other things were mixed up inside too.
He made his way up to the back showers, the ones with small walls. And there it was. He blinked in amazement. He hadn�t expected it to be here.
A limp scrap of leather, with two thin hanging strands of black, resting over the seat facing the shower.
He grabbed it and slipped out, feeling his body pulse pleasantly, laughing at himself for getting aroused just by holding his lovers collar.
**~~**
Angel didn�t like the new meds. Everything seemed duller, nothing really affected him. He was just, drifting. The stars slept in catnaps most of the day. One or two sang, but they really couldn�t be bothered and soon gave up.
He was following Steve down the hall to his office. He was getting used to it, even though he felt sick sometimes.
Steve opened the door and ushered him through it quickly, closing it behind him. Angel stopped short, and Steve bumped into him.
There was a man in the room.
He was tall and angular. He looked like a snake, or a lizard. He was wearing clothes that looked expensive and soft.
�Do I deliver, or do I deliver?� Steve asked nervously from behind him.
The man looked him up and down, pursing his lips, appraising him like people looking at paintings at an auction.
�Yes. He�s nice isn�t he?� He grinned.
�Yup, tight too.�
�Thankyou, Mr Sonnet,� He said distastefully, holding his hand up and crumpling his face like he�d smelled something bad. �Now, busy yourself.� He had a strange light lilt to his words. The remnants of an accent Angel didn�t know.
�But�� Steve faltered.
The man walked close to Angel and he stepped back, feeling Steve behind him. He wrapped long cold fingers around his chin and angled his head up. �You� are a treasure.� He hissed with a smile on his face.
Angel was scared.
He pushed his hair back, combing his fingers through it, chilling Angel�s scalp.
�Wonderful. I�m sorry my Angel, I�d like to have you somewhere more � befitting � a man of your calibre, but I�m afraid for now, here will have to do.� His eyes flicked from Angel�s face, froze and glared at Steve behind him.
�Mr Sonnet. Leave.�
The door opened and closed and all Angel was left with was the man and a chill.
�My name is Enoch.�
The name sounded familiar. The man smiled. �It�s an old name. Nowadays, people seem to call me En.�
Angel nodded.
�You�re scared.�
Angel nodded.
�Alright. I won�t hurt you. I saw your picture in a few old papers. Heard about you through someone�s bragging. I had to meet you. Steve is in debt to me. He�s a fool of a man.�
Angel nodded. En laughed. �You�re so child like.� He said, affectionately, watching him closely for a moment. �Alright, take off this thing.� He said flicking at his uniform.
Does that mean he was going to have to lay down for this man as well? He was a little too scared of him to like that idea. At least he wasn�t being hit.
�Does Will know?� He said, falling back on the old delay.
En frowned. �Who�s Will?�
�Will.� He said, repeating the name like he hadn�t heard properly.
�Um, yes.�
Angel slipped out of the clothes and En positively purred. Angel was surprised; it sounded like it had rumbled deep in his chest, not in his throat. Maybe he was a cat. He�d like that. En turned and pulled up a huge bag. He pulled out a white blanket and spread it on the floor.
�Lie down pretty.�
Angel did. He felt like he was on feathers. En looked around at the room in distaste before kneeling down and tickling cold fingers over his body, his chest, his belly, his thighs, sucking the heat from him as he played.
He started to shiver.
�Oh Angel, I am sorry. Cold hands you know. Roll your head to the side, I want to see this scar.�
Angel hesitated and En reached down and rolled his head for him. He pushed the hair back and looked at the scar.
�Vampires can be nasty.�
Angel tensed.
�Who did this? What was his name?�
He closed his eyes.
�Angel.� He said, his voice tinging on a growl.
�Harlen.� He answered quickly.
�Good boy. Sometimes you meet people, and you should always do what they say.�
Angel was very scared. He wondered what he would be doing if he wasn�t on the medication. Would he run? Would he cry?
�Harlen Harlen Harlen.� En mused, running his hands down Angel�s thighs. �He was always strange.�
Angel started panting. He had never been so sure he was going to pee.
�Although I do agree with what you�ve become. You�re perfect. Stop panting, I�m not going to hurt you, I promise, don�t be a goose. You�re lovely. I treat lovely things well.�
En spread his legs. He watched him unbuckle his pants and his long thin penis rose up from his body. En reached over and pulled out a bottle. He squeezed some slick onto his fingers and rubbed them together quickly. Angel closed his eyes and waiting for the freezing fingers against his hole. Instead warm tips tickled around his entrance. One thin digit slipped inside and the other followed too soon after, creating a burn that made him hiss.
�You�re lovely.� En repeated in a whisper. �You�re just going to let me do what I want aren�t you?�
Angel nodded. He was scared of him, and he�d promised not to hurt him. He thought that the promise might not hold if he disobeyed.
En closed his eyes and slid his fingers out of Angel�s hole to wrap around his own cock. �Alright. Legs up.�
Angel lifted his legs and closed his eyes again, tightly, as the slick heated length slid into his body.
�Oh� you�re so hot�� En was growling. He started thrusting in and out quickly.
Angel realised he should be upset that someone was fucking him but he wasn�t. He just � drifted. The blanket was comfortable.
En seemed to favour quick strokes, his sharp hipbones banging against the base of Angel�s backside, lifting his ankles high so he was in the right position to be slid into.
Soon enough, he felt En shudder into him, as he held his legs straight up, rolling him back onto his neck. A chill ran along inside as the cock inside pulsated. En�s hands released his ankles and he lowered his feet around the man�s thin sides, placing them flat on the cover. He pumped a few more times and then threw his head back smiling widely as Angel watched him.
�You are perfect. I hope you never change.� En said, calmly, as though he hadn�t just had sex, not tired. He crouched over him, hands beside Angel�s shoulders, looking down into his face. �Gorgeous. I can see why he was so obsessed with you.�
Angel looked down at the intricate tattoo he could see across En�s chest under the shirt. The shirt was falling forward and he could see down the neck. The tattoo seemed to be of ribbons, and Latin. And a woman�s face.
�Angel?�
�Sorry?� He murmured.
�I said is Steve mean to you?� he smiled down like an adoring parent, ignoring the fact his penis was still balls deep inside him.
Angel nodded and he started patting back his hair.
�I couldn�t imagine anyone being mean to you.� He purred. He definitely purred, a rumble, and Angel looked at his chest again. �You�re like a pet.� He leant down so his eyes were only a cat hair away. �I could take you from here, and you could be my pet.�
He was already someone�s pet.
�Wouldn�t you like to get out of here?�
�Yes. But I love Will.� He said, trying to clarify.
�Do you. And who is this Will you speak so highly of?� he asked with an amused smile on his face.
�My therapist.�
�Ah. He treats you well?�
�Yes. I�m his kitty.�
�Oh? I like the sound of that.� He said, starting to thrust again. �And what of Steve?�
�Steve is going to tell, get Will in trouble.� He grunted as the long intruder pushed against his insides uncomfortably.
�Really?� He said pushing Angel�s leg up over his chest, still bending over him. �He�s blackmailing you?�
�Yes. Black.� He said, repeating the colour of Steve.
En smiled. �That�s not acceptable.� He murmured, doing sharp thrusts into Angel�s hole, drawing out slowly.
�Harlen killed your family?� He suddenly stopped thrusting. His eyes were wide in alarm.
Angel realised there was a long hand over his mouth. He was screeching. He calmed himself, hoping En wouldn�t be mad.
�I�m sorry. Steve warned me you were ... delicate. Too delicate for an ox.� His fingers ran over his body, worrying at seemingly random spots on his neck, near his ribs, shoulders, and suddenly he was completely lax. And giggly.
En started fucking him again, laughing every time Angel collapsed into giggles.
�How long have you been here?�
�Six years.� He grunted.
�What a travesty. Things like you should be kept on pedestals, not in cages.�
His cock was waking up, he couldn�t help it. En seized it and curled slick wet hands around him, starting to pull and tug and squeeze. He had long fingernails, and they scratched, but it felt good. He whined.
En picked up the pace, thrusting into him quickly, stretching him inside. He let the feelings sink into him, feeling bad for some foggy reason, but then rolling under the overwhelming sensations anyway. The stars looked on speechless as he took En inside him easily, rolling and twisting.
He groaned and came over En�s hand and his own stomach. En growled and shot again, and he felt the come trickling out of him, around the thrusting cock, tickling his hole and his crack. He could feel himself panting and En was completely calm-still, cooing over him, running his hands over his worn out trembling body.
En pulled out and stood, pulling a tissue out of his pocket, wiping himself up and then, disturbingly, wadding the tissue carefully and putting it in his bag. He zipped up and knelt back down, wiped Angel up and threw the tissues in the bin underneath the desks.
He stood and watched Angel still lying on the cover peacefully. He cocked his head. �Would you like to live forever Angel?�
Angel thought for a second. �No.�
�Really? Why not?�
�I�m not sure what I�d do.�
En nodded. �You probably wouldn�t like the price anyway. No. You are perfect. You must stay warm.�
Angel moved his legs and felt an indignant cry from his anus that woke the stars up. En sat down on the cover next to Angel�s tired body. He palmed his chest as he spoke.
�Did your Will tell you to sleep with Steve?�
�He doesn�t know.�
En nodded. �That�s good in a way. I would�ve been quite upset.�
Angel thought he wouldn�t like En when he was upset. There was a strange coldness in his demeanour that Angel imagined could turn quite vicious. Like a sullen cat.
En sighed through his nose. �So my darling, you don�t like Steve do you?�
He watched the ceiling. He frowned. The stars had vanished.
�Angel darling, are you listening to me?�
�Sorry?�
�You don�t like Steve do you?�
�No.�
�He�s a fool. Evil too, which never looks good on a human. Don�t worry about him, alright?�
Angel nodded and frowned in pleasure pain as En got distracted by his softened, over sensitive penis. He flicked and prodded at him for a while before running his hands over his thighs. It was very soothing.
�I like you Angel.�
�That�s okay.� He said drowsily.
�Hmmm. I�d like to keep you, but you wouldn�t be how you are. I wish I�d found you before this Will did.� He mused.
Angel drifted off to sleep, as En�s cold long hand stroked over his chest.
**~~**
Will stood over the toilet, one hand on the tiled wall and winced as he tried to expel the toxic piss from his body. He was definitely sick with something.
�Ah Fuck!� He gritted his teeth as the burning became unbearable and then he was done. He frowned down at himself and went directly to the phone in his bedroom to call the doctor.
�Bloody, fucking � yes �ello? I�d like to make an appointment. With whoever, I don�t care.�
The snot nosed secretary told him to come now so he drove over and sat in the small white waiting room until �Telleck� was called. He stood up and followed the man in, feeling a build up of pressure in his bladder but not wanting to face the painful relief again so soon.
�So Dr Telleck, what can I do for you?� He was a shorter man; balding on top who peered at Will through small rounded glasses, like he was a rare fish swimming in a fish tank.
�Got a really sore throat, hurts to talk, fever, and burning piss.� He couldn�t be bothered with niceties. Didn�t seem worth it anymore, didn�t seem to matter.
The doctor looked in his throat, in his ears, took his temperature and listened to him breathe, cold stethoscope on his chest. He pressed against his abdomen and Will signalled a slight discomfort.
�Okay, well you�ve got fahryngitis, the fever could be because of that, but it wouldn�t cause burning when you urinate. I�ll have to send a sample off, so,� He plucked a container from a cupboard. �Down the hall.� He smiled.
�Great.� Will said enthusiastically.
He slumped down the corridor and managed not to swear at the itchy fire that he pissed into the sample jar then made his way back. He was given some antibiotics for his throat and told he�d be informed as soon as the results got back. He drove back home, picking up some soup for his sore throat on the way home and struggled to swallow it.
He quickly fell asleep on the couch, some idiotic sitcom blaring with intrusive canned laughter.
*
He blinked awake.
The telephone was ringing. He blinked and licked his lips reaching for the cordless nearest to him.
He mouthed the word �Hello� into the receiver, his vocal cords not engaging, before swallowing painfully and trying again.
�Hello?�
�Yes Dr Telleck. This is Dr Hammond. We�ve got the results back, would you like to hear them over the phone or in person?�
�Just tell me now thanks.�
�Alright we sent it through the usual tests and,� he cleared his throat. �You have Chlamydia.�
Will blinked, his face blank. His eyebrows raised approximately halfway up his forehead. Then he calmed and rolled his eyes. It was impossible for him to get an STD. �Run the tests again, I only have one partner and we�ve both been tested.�
�When?�
�Couple of months ago.� He said, thinking of the last Mikael incident.
There was a weighted silence from the other end. Will�s eyes opened in dawning realisation. �Are you sure?� He asked seriously.
�Yes, well very sure. I can give you just a seven day course of Doxycycline, that�s usually the most effective.�
Another pause.
�You may want to bring your partner in as well. Many people don�t show symptoms, and untreated chalmydial infections can cause a lot of problems.�
Will knew what he was getting at. So polite. Implying Liam was fucking other people. Couldn�t be. He frowned anxiously.
Will dazedly yessed his way off the phone. He got the prescription and picked up the tablets. He decided to make a quick trip to the ward and get Sally to run an STD test on Liam.
He felt seedy and underhanded for even thinking it, but he had to be sure. I mean� where else�
No.
He wondered if he could get Chlamydia from a toilet seat. Seemed unlikely.
He jerked his car left at the lights, to the sound of a resentful blare of horn behind him and made his way towards Liam.
*
�Hey Sally.� He said cheerfully, walking quickly to her desk.
�Hey Will, what�s up?� She grinned and saved her work, turning away from the computer.
�Nothing much, I was just hoping you�d run an STD check on Liam?� he said, trying to keep smiling, not too wide, trying to keep the desperation out of his eyes.
She looked confused. �He just had one. After Mikael�� she trailed off and smiled sadly. �Has it happened again?� She whispered.
�Maybe.� He said. �He�s been complaining about � a burning sensation.�
�Oh.� She said knowingly. She reached over and brought out a specimen jar, which looked exactly like the one Will had used this morning. �Get him to use this for me?�
�Kay.�
**~~**
�Hey Angel.� Will said shortly, coming into the room.
Angel smiled at him, he seemed flustered. He pulled out a pack of M and Ms he�d bought from the staff machine and gave them to him, feeling guilty about enjoying En so much yesterday. He�d come, and he felt bad about it when he looked back. That was something he only wanted to do with Will.
Will took the chocolate, confused. �What�s this for?�
�For you and � you.� He nodded.
Will smiled and tucked them into his jacket pocket. �Thankyou, pet. I love M and Ms.�
Angel smiled. He knew that. He felt happy that he�d apologised. Will sat down on the bed next to him and closed the door with his foot.
�Baby.� He said, holding his hands. �I want you to be completely honest.� He nodded his head, squeezing Will�s hands. �Have you � played with anyone since Mikael?�
�You.� He said promptly and leant forward for a kiss.
Will smiled and leant back. �You sure pet? Only me?�
He nodded.
�What about people you didn�t want to play with, but they made you. Any of that?�
He pushed Steve out of his head. �No.�
He wasn�t quite sure where En fitted in, because he hadn�t wanted to have sex with him, but then he enjoyed it anyway.
�None.�
�No Daddy, there�s only you because I love you.�
And that was true. He wasn�t lying. He did love Will. He always enjoyed having sex more when it was with Will. The stars were confused.
Will watched him, his face taut.
�What�s wrong?� he asked, pulling his hands from Will�s to cup around his jaw.
�Nothing Baby. Just tired. Can you pee into this for me? A test.�
Angel cocked an eyebrow. That was a little strange, but seeing as Will asked. He walked to the bathroom and returned with the jar in a plastic bag about ten minutes later.
�Here you go Daddy.� He said warmly, handing it to Will who was sitting on his bed, bouncing his leg rapidly. He sat down next to him, close so they were touching.
Will nodded and looked at the floor. �Kay, I gotta go give this to Sally.�
�Kiss Daddy?� He asked when Will stood up.
Will scratched the back of his neck and then leant in, kissing his cheek. �Bye sweets.� He stared at him for a moment, like he was trying to see through him, so he posed on the bed, pulling his knees together and tilting his head to the side. Will smiled and left.
**~~**
He hadn�t really believed En when he said not to worry about Steve. His eyelashes were wet.
�That�s good. Push it a bit more��
He reached back and pushed the oversized phallus inside him more, grunting, trying to find some comfort for his knees on the floor.
�Take your hand away.�
Angel did, placing his hand on the floor to help even out the weight on his knees. He�d been on the floor for a while.
�Bit more.�
He grimaced and reached back to try to push it in more. It wouldn�t. �It�s too big.� He whispered.
�Lie on your back.� Steve said.
He knew Steve didn�t want him to take the thing out so he raised up carefully and then, keeping his legs wide apart, manoeuvred himself slowly onto his back. He closed his eyes against the small red light of the camera Steve was holding, filming him on the floor.
�Now � hold your legs back over your chest��
He did, slowly, every move shifting the enormous plug in his body. Steve rested the tip of his boot against the rod, nudging it a little. It crushed Angel�s prostate unpleasantly and he yelped. Steve gave a harder nudge and the thing slid inside him, feeling like it was tearing him apart.
He screamed and started crying again from the pain.
Steve nudged it again.
�Now get up, and sit down on it, all the way��
�Nooo�� He sniffled, feeling like he was bleeding inside. The stars had their songs zippered up.
Steve�s boot connected with his side.
�Do it, you fuck.�
He sat up gingerly, needing to pee, and started using his weight to swallow the thing.
�Good boy, good fucking boy�� Steve grunted.
He stepped forward; close up to Angel�s pain filled face and then pulled his cock out, wiping the slimy tip over his lips.
�Open up.�
Angel felt tears running down his face, making his cheeks slick and cold.
He hated it when Steve fucked his mouth.
He could taste it for days afterwards.
**~~**
The phone rang while Will was brushing his teeth, and he spat and rinsed quickly, jogging out to the phone to catch it on the fourth ring.
�Hello?�
�Hey Dr Telleck? It�s Sally from the ward. I just had to ring you about the STD test.�
Will�s breath caught. �Yep?� He said nonchalantly.
�Yeah, he�s got Chlamydia. Good find Will.� She said pleased. Will�s heart flipped greasily inside out and started pumping backwards. �Chlamydia can have horrible long term affects if it�s not picked up, so lucky you thought about it. Liam must be one of the ones that don�t exhibit symptoms. Oh, apart from the burning, I�ll get him on a treatment right away.�
He couldn�t speak. He couldn�t breath. His heart felt like fire.
�Hey, it�ll be alright Will. Chlamydia�s easy to fix if it�s caught. Just a course of antibiotic.�
�Yeah� He smiled. �I�m just sorry that ��
�Oh, yeah, well poor Liam. He�s always looking for attention like that isn�t he? Loves everyone.� She murmured, obviously settling in for a chat. �So wh ��
�I have to go, sorry.� He said shortly, and hung up the phone dizzily. The burning in his throat was unbearable, now that it signified what it did, the pain in his heart more so. He felt betrayed, and empty. Devastated. Used and stupid. He felt like an idiot.
A big unethical idiot, and there are reasons people don�t sleep with their patients, and Liam was fucking insane and probably meowed at everyone. What they had wasn�t special. It wasn�t love, wasn�t a relationship. It was just him and a crazy man who didn�t know fuck, and that�s all it ever was.
Loves everyone.
He stumbled into the bedroom, blind and deaf and numb, ignoring the drawings on the wall and flopped down onto his bed, belly first, smothering his face in the pillows. He felt his chest expanding with deep shuddery breaths. He felt the pencil Liam had given him on their anniversary digging into his thigh. He reached in, yanked it out and stared at it, blankly, running his thumb along the scratchy �love you� on the naked wood. It hadn�t meant anything.
Idiot.
Bloody shagging idiot. All he was.
His chest started to hiccup uncontrollably, so he relaxed his body and let his heart empty itself into tears no one would ever see.
TBC