Author: Inca
Feedback: Cause I like to hear the nice words - [email protected]
Rating NC17
AU Liam/William
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, I just like to play with them
Spoilers: AU
Summary: Risen from the ashes, as an Angel
Authors notes: As always a special thankyou to everyone who�s holding on while I get through the setting up of the story.
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The beach was empty, but colourful umbrellas and towels still lay there, abandoned, sand flicking onto them with the harsh wind. The white strip went on forever, small stretch of beach in front of a rocky cliff face.
Angel was there too. He squinted his eyes against the wind. The clouds were angry and grey. The sea was black and Angel was scared. He looked around but saw nothing. He was naked, grains slicing his skin as they were picked up with the wind, the sand like broken glass under his feet. His stomach rolled.
�Hello?� He screamed.
Nothing. No one. The wind howled. He looked around and miles away, saw little specks. His heart was in his throat. They looked like people.
He knew better.
He wanted to run into the ocean but way out in the murky liquid he saw a large black leathery tentacle wide as house curl up out of the water and lazily slap back down. The splash reached him and spattered on his body. The water was red and smelled like copper. Sticky.
He turned back to the specks and saw that they had more than halved the distance between them. He could see their faces now. He felt himself crying, but when the tears ran into his mouth they too were sticky and filled with copper. There was only ever blood now.
The specks were running towards him. They�d catch him. It was only a matter of time. He turned and tried to run down the beach but he was so slow, his thighs moved like he was already trapped under the coal-coloured ocean, his feet sucking into the glass sand. He looked back over his shoulder.
They held their knives high, grinning, their lips slit at the sides, their smiles dripping red down their chins.
�Angel?�
Everything stopped. The sky cleared, the grinning not-people had vanished. All at his name. Who said it? he knew the voice. It came from the sky.
People wandered onto the beach from somewhere, children splashed into the aqua water and he searched for a sign of the monster before but he knew that it had left too.
No one would challenge the voice.
Children cackled and the sand was warm and soft and squeaking as he moved. He was surrounded.
�Angel?� William�s voice echoed across them all.
Because William looked after him.
**
Liam opened his eyes sleepily. William knew it was never wise to wake someone but he couldn�t help it, Liam had been sweating and screaming and looking like he was trying to run away under the covers and he had to help.
Liam blinked slowly, his eyes de-fogging, and a huge smile slowly covered his face as he looked up. He reached forward and caught Will in a hug. Will tensed but then slowly slid into the arms, feeling them tack and stick to his shirt with the drying sweat.
�You were having a nightmare.� He said.
�No it was wonderful. It has a good ending.�
Will smiled. Liam was sleeping in his bed lately. Not underneath. He�d been told he hadn�t done that in five years.
�You know how horror movies have good endings? Like that.�
�Your dreams often have good endings?�
�No.� he rubbed his eye, clearing the sleep from it. He stared blankly at Will before pouting and looking coyly from underneath his lashes. He loved to be watched.
�Have they recently?� he pushed, trying to remain on the dreams.
�Yes.�
He was completely woken up now and started friskily running his fingers up Will�s sides. William playfully slapped them away. Liam tried again, caught up in the game, until Will grabbed his fingers, chuckling.
�Stop it, Ducks. Ticklish.�
He grinned mischievously and settled for a second, calm and unmoving before he began the attack again. Will laughed big full chuckles and wriggled his fingers into Liam�s armpit.
**~~**
�That � almost looks like something.� He giggled.
Angel was crouching on his bed, drawing squiggles on a piece of paper. He was seeing if he could draw a picture without any actual guidelines. It was entertaining. He swore he could see a pig. The pig in �Charlottes Web�. Was that a pig? No a spider. No, there was a pig.
It was cold, Angel realised. He reached over to the lone chair in the room and pulled his standard issue not-that-warm jumper on. He settled back in, a pillow under his forearm to be comfortable, and drew a strand of wavy hair right over the middle of the picture.
He suddenly felt a hot heavy hand run up his spine under his jumper. He turned expecting to see chestnut hair and smart dry witted eyes looking out through thin frames, but instead saw Mikael, black eyes and tanned brown skin. He jumped away at the realisation, sitting up on the head of his bed to put some distance between them, his knees pulled up.
He flexed his huge muscles as he cracked his neck. �Looking good, beautiful.�
Good.
Beautiful.
Yes.
�Look at you, all alone in here.� Angel glanced around the quiet room. That�s true, he was alone. Mikael seemed to fill the small space entirely.
�You�re too pretty to be alone.�
Was he?
Yes.
He smiled coyly and looked at the man out of the side of his eyes. That usually got nice words.
�That�s my Angel, you want to play don�t you? Good boys play.�
Angel frowned. Good boys played.
Yes.
The frown slipped off replaced by a beatific smile. Mikael smiled and reached out to rub his huge paw down between Angel�s thighs. Angel�s stomach turned to ice. Mikael was a liar, wasn�t he?
He didn�t want Mikael to touch him.
�I want Will to.� He said quietly.
�Mikael. Baby, you remember, Mikael. You like it when I come see you. Want me to play? You love it when we play together.�
Did he love it? He couldn�t remember.
Mikael was a liar, wasn�t he?
He cleared his throat; eyes focused on the hand squeezing his inner thigh. �Where�s Will?�
�Will?� Mikael�s black eyes widened in sympathy. �No, Will left you! Didn�t you hear?�
Angel�s eyes widened in shock. Will left him? He was all alone. How could Will leave? How could he leave without even a word? Didn�t it matter Will could make him laugh? Will was supposed to protect him, not leave.
It wasn�t true.
�No, that�s a lie.� He said firmly. That felt better.
�I saw him leave.�
Angel stared at him wide eyed. �He said ��
�He said, you pissed him off and he couldn�t stand to look at you because you cant do anything right.�
Mikael smiled sadly as his black leathery tentacles curled down between Angel�s thighs, sticking to the blue harshness of his uniform.
�No. No. No. No.� Angel whispered. He started banging the back of his head against the wall.
�Yes, Angel. That�s what he said. And he�s right.� Mikael leaned in and kissed the side of his face, running soft little sucks along his cheek, �But, I think you�re beautiful, If you�re good, I�ll stay with you. You won�t be alone then. Cause you know what will happen if you�re alone?�
Vampires.
Angel�s lips were trembling. He looked down to see his jumper and uniform were off and he was sitting in only his cotton boxers. When did that happen? He started to ask Mikael, but when he looked up he saw the man�s hard penis lifted out from his undone jumpsuit.
�But I can protect you, little Angel. Those things are gonna come after you, but they can�t get past me. I�ll protect you.� He pulled the foreskin over the head and then back to reveal it, breathing heavily. �But you have to be nice.�
Nice.
�Will you be nice and do what you�re told?�
Mikael would protect him.
Yes.
Will!
Will�s gone. Alone. How would he live alone?
His stomach was churning, but he leant forward and licked up the skin feeling it move under his tongue. He looked up at Mikael to judge his reaction and saw a vampire�s face leering down at him with a huge fanged grin.
He howled and leapt away, falling back on the bed.
�No! NO!� he whispered, trying to slide towards the door, the covers dragging off the bed under him.
Mikael, his face back to normal - but he couldn�t trick Angel, grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back into the wall. His head ricocheted off it with a dizzying jerk and the room span. He sat on the bed trying not to let the black flies take over his vision.
He wanted to leave, maybe go to the art room and then Will would come see him cause he�s always in the art room.
�Eat it you fucking whore!�
Angel sniffled. �Vampire��
�I�ll be worse to you than any fucking imaginary monster in your closet could ever be if you don�t come here and put your slut mouth on my cock! NOW!�
Angel hesitated, eyes pleading to let him leave. He couldn�t see his pencils anywhere. He wanted to go.
�Do it you goddamned whore!� Mikael said as he gripped his shoulder and slapped him across the face. He leant forward and pointed his finger at Angel�s face. Angel felt like he was going to wet himself.
�I�m giving you to the count of three,� Mikael whispered. �And if you�re not down here, I will fuck your shit up and tie you up outside at night so those fucking vampires can come get you and rip you apart.�
�No! No, please don�t, Mikael, please,� He babbled, �I�ll be good, I�ll be good, I�ll draw for you.�
Mikael hit him across his cheek. �I don�t want a fucking picture, on your knees.�
Angel slipped down from the bed, his head hurting and his cheek stinging. He knee walked closer, whimpering. Mikael was scowling and evil, his face red. He was pumping his cock.
His head hurt. Mikael didn�t look like he�d protect him.
He sniffed.
Will wouldn�t do this to him.
He crumpled on the floor and started crying. He felt a hard kick to his stomach and he was rolled over onto his face and knees. Mikael tore the boxers off.
�Fucking useless whore.� Mikael muttered.
Where were the nice words?
Where was the music?
He was sobbing into the harsh matting on the floor as Mikael lifted his hips up so he was the right height and lined himself up. Angel moaned at the sick prodding feeling. �Stop stop stop, Will! Will!�
Mikael pushed his face into the floor, hurting the already rising bruises.
�Shut the fuck up!�
Suddenly the pressure was gone. Mikael was gone.
He looked around to see Mikael flat on his back, his erection pointing up from his body untethered as Will stood over him glaring down with blue hellfire, his hair falling over his forehead.
Will! Will! Angel started hyperventilating.
Mikael didn�t get up, he just looked up at Will, his gaze frozen, his hand crushed under Will�s boot.
Mikael was scared.
�Aren�t you meant to be in group Mikael?� His voice was low. Dangerously quiet.
He nodded, sulking.
�Then go. You�ll be talked to about this. Don�t get yourself in more trouble.� The words were harsh and cold.
Mikael stood and ran off, not looking at either of them.
�What the bloody hell are the guards doing in this place?� Will muttered watching Mikael�s retreat.
William looked in at Angel and his eyes widened as he snuffed a lot of air through his nose. His eyes trailed over Angel�s posed for sex body, lingering, before looking away pointedly, fixing his gaze on the window.
He was disgusting. Will didn�t even want to look at him. He pulled his arms close to his chest and started sobbing again, unable to hold it back.
�Vampires.� He choked out, hoping Will would understand.
Will seemed to debate with himself for a second before he walked into the room and pulled Angel up off his knees, sitting down next to him on the floor, feet flat and knees up. Angel crawled over and kneeled between the legs, wrapping his arms around the white neck and leaning into the body. He buried his head into the soft cotton of Will�s shirt. He started shaking as he felt Will�s body unresponsive beneath him. He held on a little longer begging with his body for Will to hold him and then started to back away despondent. Will grabbed him at the last second squeezing him tightly, and Angel�s heart thumped.
�Will, Will, William, Will.�
�Shhh, pet. I don�t ever want you to do that again with Mikael, alright?�
�He told me you left me.�
�No, luv, I wouldn�t leave you.� Angel relaxed completely and started licking Will�s neck. Lick, kiss, kiss, lick. Kiss. In time to the music. Lick, lick. Suck on the bobbing muscle in the centre as he laughed. Kiss, kiss.
Will pushed him away and held him at arm�s length. �Listen to me Angel, Mikael is a liar. He takes advantage of you. Understand? People will love you even if you don�t do those things.�
�Do you?�
Will breathed in slowly.
�I can�t answer, you know that.�
�Do you like me?�
�Yes, of course.�
�Do you think I�m pretty?�
Will smiled in a patiently browbeaten way. Playfully. �Yes.�
�Do you think I�m gorgeous?�
�Yes.� Will answered much quicker, breathing deep through his nose.
�I think you�re the most beautiful person I�ve ever seen.� Angel whispered truthfully before licking across the pink lips with his tongue, humming as they parted immediately. His body fell slack when he felt Will�s fingers run up his chest and pinch at his nipples. He groaned, his eyes rolling back under his fluttering eyelashes.
�You�re pretty when you do that.� Will breathed, his eyes spaced out and hazy.
�Make me do it again.� Angel pleaded, pouting.
Will�s fingers deftly weathered the nubs on Angel�s chest until he felt like he was going to explode. Pink lips curved into a smile as Angel groaned and bounced at the sensation. The singing in his head was reaching a fever pitch; he couldn�t hear anything else, only gold and sparks.
He felt warm and buzzing, his body thrumming happily, could feel the heat extending into Will. He had to tell him.
�I�m filled with sunlight�,� he said panting. �I�m so warm inside.�
Will reached up for him and caught him in a kiss, before kissing down his neck and chest to swirl his wet tongue around the already hardened nubs. Angel pushed himself towards Will�s pleasure-giving mouth and let out a shaky moan. He could feel Will�s cock prodding his thigh and rubbed up and down against the covered flesh. The music was roaring, Angel was grinning and humming to it but he couldn�t keep up. It had never been this good.
�Will, the music�� he whispered.
Angel held his breath as a hand snaked a finger down his stomach and tickled over his erection. He threw his head back in pleasure.
�Do you want to play with me?� He asked, breathily.
�Pet,� Will growled, tinged with desperation. �Yes.�
Growled, like a lion. Like a griffin. Sleek and powerful. Angel�s lip trembled in lust; he gripped his hands around Will�s upper arms to steady himself. �Play with me?�
A door slammed down the hall and Will pulled back, guilt smothering his face. Angel tightened his hold on Will�s arms. The music had stopped. �No, no not now, don�t go. I�m good. I�m good, I�ll play with you.�
�This is so wrong.� William murmured, his face almost scared, his eyes darkening, darting back and forth.
�No it�s good and right and good. Please?� He leant forward to kiss away the troubled look on Will�s face but the man jerked away.
�You don�t understand, I should be looking after you.�
�You are!� he said desperately.
�No. I�m hurting you.� His blue eyes were smoked with sadness. �And I don�t want to.�
What was wrong? Will hadn�t hurt him, not Will, never. He wanted to go back to kissing, feeling Will lick around his mouth, playing with tongues and fingers until he got tired. He didn�t understand why Will thought loving would hurt.
�Never.� Angel said, sucking the wetness from Will�s mouth off his lips, �Until we�re tired then we can sleep.�
�I�m going now.�
Angel let out a low animalistic whine. �I�ll sleep in the bed, I�ll draw you a picture.� He bargained desperately.
�Its nothing you did. Please.� He was rubbing the back of his hand across his forehead.
No. No. No. Will please don�t. Angel felt sick again. He wanted to throw up.
�Stay.�
�I will see you later.� Will said firmly.
Angel stopped, slumping, and nodded meekly. He slipped under the covers of his bed as Will walked towards the door.
�It hurts me when you leave.� Angel said quietly, wanting Will to know how what had actually wounded him. Almost angry but not quite. Not with Will. He just didn�t understand why he wouldn�t stay. He felt that Will enjoyed it, saw the look on his face.
�It hurts me too.� Will bit his lip after the statement and averted his eyes, walking quickly from the room.
Angel was sad. He lay down deep in the covers, drawing them unhappily up over his shoulders. A rectangle of paper on the floor. He saw the picture he was drawing before Mikael was a vampire.
He cocked his head.
It definitely looked like a pig.
**~~**
William sat in his office with a cup of tea that shivered in his trembling fingers. His mind stubbornly circled the past few minutes. When had it turned so horribly wrong? He could feel his fingers playing with the sensitive flesh of Liam�s nipples, could hear him moaning and see his chest rising and shuddering with the sensations. Could feel his fingers running over the black smeared �whore� written on his chest, trying to ease the word away. He could see Liam�s large pale cock rising from the attention, pulsing and wet under his flat sculpted abdomen. Flesh twitching under his teasing fingers, silky smooth. Liam�s skin salty from the sweat. He could see his own crotch rubbing against Liam�s ropy-muscled thigh.
�I�m filled with sunlight��
He clenched his eyes shut at the words and swallowed the bile in his throat. He was cold with sweat.
What had he done?
He was twisted. He�d actually gotten a hard on from molesting a very sick man. A very sick man who had just been abused by another man. And then he had abused him, and then ...
�I�m all warm inside.�
He clenched his hand over his mouth in case he actually did throw up, and went into his bathroom. His face was sweaty, and he flicked water from the faucet to cool himself.
It hurts when you leave � it hurts me too.
He looked into the mirror, his face was red and shiny, his hair in messy sweat spikes. �What the fuck are you doing!� He hissed venomously. �You will never do that again, you hear me? Do you fucking hear me? Because that is NOT alright.�
He nodded, his nostrils flaring from the huge gulps of air he was taking.
�Good. I�m glad we had this discussion. Don�t touch him again, you fucking sicko pervert!�
He nodded again.
�Play with me?�
Will looked down as he felt his cock swell. He grunted out a cough. This was new. He�d never had an erection at the same time as wanting to vomit up the entire contents of his stomach before.
*
Will didn�t throw up. He was lying in the bed in his office trying to smooth the frown out of his forehead. Every now and then a tear pricked his eyelids but he wouldn�t let it fall. He took a shuddering breath.
He didn�t feel like a pervert.
Tears pricked at his eyelids again.
He�d walked into Liam�s room and Mikael was all over him. He�d wanted to hurt him, could hear Liam�s begging underneath the big body, never wanted to hurt someone so much as he�d wanted to hurt Mikael then. Visions of bones breaking, snapping the hand that was under his foot. And then Mikael was gone and Liam was left, his pretty body curled up on the ground, milky coffee coloured and smooth, the dark tattoo on his back, he hadn�t seen what it was, naked � his legs up under his chest, his body bent over them so his face was pressed against the ground, thighs parted, ready for �
Maybe that whole thing happened because he found Liam attractive. Liam was attractive, all flushed lips and straight lines and big puppy dog eyes that just �
Yes he found Liam attractive.
But he was not attracted TO Liam.
It was that simple.
He could not BE attracted to Liam because that was very, very sick. And wrong. He did not find Liam�s pathetic rambling�s cute. He did not want to become the person Liam looked to, to make his decisions for him because he was too mentally ill to make them himself. Liam humming off key to the music only he could hear wasn�t smile worthy.
It was sad. It was very sad that Liam is how he is. NOT the subject of some sick affection.
He would help Liam.
He would guide him.
He would never touch him again.
�Do you want to play with me?� big brown eyes pleading, lips in a pout, cock hard and waiting for a touch, a flick, a glance, body shaking in lust.
�Do you want to play with me?�
YES! YES! OH GOD YES!
Will let out a quiet sob.
It didn�t feel wrong.
**
The next day, William had substituted sleep for three cups of coffee and an energy drink. He had stayed at the ward the entire night, staring up at the ceiling from his bed, occasionally hissing at a memory or at the feelings bubbling up inside him.
He wandered down to the inmate quarters at seven, spotting the morning guard in the small glass windowed office and walked over to him.
�Hey Dr Telleck, you�re here a little early arentcha?�
�Heh, yeah, but I wanted to have an early session with Liam?� It came out as a question. Did that sound weird? An early session? No, that was fine.
The guard looked down at his notes. �Oh okay� uh, do you want him to take his meds first? Cause I haven�t been round yet.� He said, indicating the trays of rainbow-coloured pills in miniature paper cups.
�I�ll make sure he gets them.� Will said, holding his hand out over the rows.
He made his way down to Liam�s room, steeling himself with a huge intake of breath once he got there. He pushed the door open.
Liam was in bed, still sleeping, one arm hooked around the pillow above his head and one sweatpanted leg resting on top of the covers. His face was pushed into the pillow, breathing heavily through his mouth.
When William closed the door, he sat up snorting, his eyes stuck almost closed and his hair flat on one side and in wild disarray on the other. �Wha�?�
He was adorable.
Will smiled, trying to hide it. �What did you dream about?�
Liam opened his eyes and yawned, smiling a little. �Sugar and stars.� He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his graphite discoloured index finger.
He was gorgeous.
Will coughed uncomfortably and handed Liam the cup, watching dutifully as he took it drowsily and downed the contents, then opened his mouth for inspection. He crumpled the paper and tossed it cleanly into the bin, moving his arms back and forward to wake up and stretch the muscles.
�You�re here again.� He observed, reaching over for a cup of water on his desk and rinsing his mouth before swallowing. �I hate morning breath, but they don�t let us out until everyone has had their meds.�
�Yeah, I�m here,� Will said, ignoring the random insight into Liam�s life.
�I just wanted to �uh, smooth things over.�
Liam looked at him and grinned, slattern-like. �Smooth what? Exactly��
Will shook his head and crouched down resting back on his heels. �Is there anything you need to know?�
�Why do you wear jeans when everyone else wears suits?�
Will looked down at his attire. Black jeans and a black shirt under an open red button shirt. Not exactly professional apparel. �I�m different to other people. I don�t believe in putting on a show.� He answered truthfully, bluntly; not wanting to engage Liam with his learned verbal psychiatry back and forth acrobatics; he didn�t deserve that after how he�d been treating him recently.
�You�re putting on a show now.� Liam said, his face emotionless.
�What do you mean?�
�Do you like chicken noodles?�
�Yes.� He answered patiently, �What did you mean about me putting on a show?�
�The stars showed me.�
William frowned. �Showed you what?�
�They showed me your show.� Liam said slowly.
�They showed you my� Angel. Please.�
Liam stood, his six foot frame towering over Will crouching on the floor, as he stretched his arms up towards the grey ceiling, his wifebeater slipping up over his stomach, his body taut and streamlined. He looked down with sleepy chestnut eyes, soft reserved animal eyes. Will felt himself getting hard, and cursed himself for it.
�They sang, and my body took up the music, and now I know how you feel.�
He was singing nonsense. Endearingly sweet nonsense but it wouldn�t help him. �Who was singing to you?�
�The stars.�
�The stars, as in the stars in the sky?�
�Yes. They know how you feel.� He said earnestly, sitting back down on the bed, leaning forward his forearms on his knees.
�Alright. Do they sing often?�
�They�re always singing. In here.� He pointed to his temple. �If not the stars then the wind or the birds. Unborn children, trees. Everything sings. They sing to me, to show me I�m not alone. Sometimes when its dark I cant hear the stars.�
Will couldn�t help but pick apart the logic. �Sometimes the stars don�t sing at night� Night�s the only time they�re out, Pet.�
Liam shook his head indulgently, his hair still mussed. �They�re always out, just cause you can�t see them doesn�t mean they�re not there. I�ll draw the sound for you with my pens � do you know where they are?�
Will pondered that while Liam was technically right, stars don�t sing and therefore � it didn�t matter, he was here to talk about last night.
�About last night�� he started.
�Last night! Last night the sun hid in my body and burnt me into honey from the inside. Make it do it again.� He exclaimed, his eyes wide, innocent and adventurous.
William decided to stop looking at his eyes.
Guilty? ...
He ignored the voice.
�I just wanted to make sure you weren�t feeling bad.�
�I was. Now I�m not.�
Will didn�t know whether to be happy that Liam had gotten over him so quickly or to be upset for the very same reason.
�Are you going to play with me now?�
Will sighed, realising Liam hadn�t listened to a thing he had been saying. �No Angel, that can�t happen.� Should�ve realised, really, his eyes seemed a little distant.
�He always says that.� He answered playfully, looking at a point over Will�s left shoulder.
Will looked around in alarm at who Liam was talking to before realising it was probably the stars or the wind or whatever the boy had blowing about in his pretty head. �I mean it. I�m sorry this has happened. It must be very confusing.�
�No.�
�It isn�t?�
�No. The only thing I don�t understand is why you don�t stay when you want to.�
Well when you put it that way�
No.
He was not taking Liam�s advice.
Liam couldn�t understand. Will had a sickening thought that maybe Liam didn�t even realise why he had a therapist. He might not even realise he was classified as�. Will swallowed the trembles in his body.
Liam was watching him. He stretched his long arms up over his head again, working them back and forth, his hair was falling into his eyes but he made no move to brush it out.
�I have �Stone Monkey� if you want to re-read it. I was looking through my books and realised. I don�t know if you�re a guy who does that, � re-reads.�
William stared. Liam had suddenly turned from insane inmate to coherent friend out at lunch.
�Normally I only read a book once.�
Liam smiled and shook his head. �Nah, you always miss something the first time. But then, you�re really busy aren�t you?�
Will nodded. Liam was picking at something on his sweatpants with a blunt nail.
He smiled. �Well I have it. I didn�t remember before.� He frowned. �I�m sorry, what were you saying?�
�Never mind, we can talk about it later.� He stood to go.
�William?� Liam said child-like, as the man turned away. Will looked back over his shoulder.
�What is it Pet?�
�I like you.�
He hesitated before answering. �I like you too.�
**
Will was happy with the way that went.
Well, not happy.
Satisfied. He nodded as he walked away from the room. He was very satisfied with the way that went. He got back to his office, with a coffee. Liam understands. It can�t happen again. He didn�t even know what he was doing, he�s probably forgotten.
Will nodded with a little frown on his face.
He made a phone call to Liam�s old place of business. Yes, they had kept the gallery open - the perky girl informed him over the phone. I don�t know - she answered to the question of whether or not they had any of Liam�s work left - you�d have to ask Mr Novonus.
He made an appointment with Liam�s old partner for when he got back from a business trip, and leaned back in his chair, sipping at the coffee.
He was content; content with the way things went with Liam.
He got up and went into the bathroom, gazing at himself in the mirror.
�Fresh start, Will. Start all over again with him, that�s the way. Fresh new you, aswell.� He said to his somewhat agitated reflection. He brushed the too long strands out of his eyes.
He�d get a hair cut tomorrow. Maybe the day after. He needed a cigarette.
**~~**
Angel was sitting in the art room thinking of something to draw. Will? No, he�d already done two today. Doyle? He hadn�t seen Doyle today, he wondered if he should seek him out.
He wanted some chocolate.
What was he thinking about?
Oh yeah. No wait. Don�t remember.
Will. Draw a picture of Will. He slipped into a little memory of Will�s blue eyes opening with amazement when he saw the picture he drew of him the very first time.
He kept getting distracted today.
�Sometimes that just happens.� He said to � he forgot no one was there.
�Sorry.� He said.
He heard something click in the corner. He turned around. Scared. �Hello?� Was he dreaming? He hoped not. Bad things happened in dreams. His face was tense and he peered into the colourful corners of the room. There was no one there.
�Angel.� A voice like whisky cut through his anxiety.
He flicked back to the door and smiled.
Will was standing at the doorway, in jeans, boots and a black tee-shirt. He�d had his hair cut. It was shorter than before, not wavy but edgier looking in messy spikes on his head. It definitely suited him more. When was the last time he saw Will? He couldn�t remember. There was no time anymore. Just now, and ... not now.
�You�ve had a hair cut.�
�Not just one, Pet.� He smiled. He smelled like cigarettes and chocolate and he sat down beside him.
Angel kept stealing glances at him.
�Nothing to draw?� Will asked, indicating the paper.
Angel shook his head. He didn�t like choosing things to draw. There were too many things. He liked it better when people requested.
�Draw my cigarette in my hand?� Will asked in his low, rough accent.
Angel smiled and started sketching as Will held the cigarette out for him in his white fingers. Will was beautiful, all pale like porcelain, but so strong. Everything listened when he spoke. Everything.
He felt very proud that Will spent so much time with him
He wondered briefly if Will spent time kissing his other patients. Pressing his pouted light pink lips against other lips than his own. He frowned.
�I would be upset.�
�Sorry luv?�
He forgot to answer and drew the line of Will�s finger that the little white tube was resting against. He heard the stars humming and decided to join in. He stole a glance at Will�s face and saw his bright blue eyes fixed on the paper. He really thought Angel was talented.
Angel was happy. The sunlight was streaming in and Will was posing for him and it was nice. He scritched his pencil across the paper.
�How you feelin� today, Angel?�
�Happy.�
�That�s good. I�m happy too.�
�Because of me?� Angel asked, looking up at him, hoping he�d say yes.
Will smiled basely. �Yes. I�m happy because of you. You make me happy.�
Angel smiled and held the picture up.
�Am I talented?� he asked.
�Very, I can never get over it. Can I keep this one?�
Angel nodded. He could keep anything, as long as he stayed.
Will was saying something. He listened. ��your favourite candy? I�ll buy you some.�
Treat. Angel was glad he listened.
�PEZ.�
�PEZ it is. Do you want one of those clicky� He made some sort of unrecognisable movement with his hand, �dispenser thingys?�
�Yes. Thankyou.�
His mouth started watering. He decided to distract himself by posing for Will. He cocked his head and fluttered his eyelashes, smiling softly.
�You�re wicked.� Came the rough voice with a small laugh.
Wicked. That�s bad. No � it�s good. Wicked is good. He laughed at the idea. Will was looking at him with light blue crystal. Blue, like the ocean. Not like the ocean. He didn�t like the ocean, too many black things. Dark. Could vampires live underwater? He shuddered. No, that was okay. They could stay there and eat fish. Unless a wave washed them on shore.
Then they�d need their knives.
�Are you afraid of tsunamis?� he asked quickly.
Will shook his head. Angel wasn�t afraid of them either. Now.
�Neither.�
�That�s good. Can�t really control them. What else do you think would scare people?�
�Vampires.� He said promptly.
He saw Will�s face fall a bit but it quickly turned back to its normal happiness.
�What else?�
�The dark. Cause that�s when the vampires come.�
Will smiled. �What if there were no vampires. No more. What if they were all wiped out?�
Liam pondered this. He wondered where his pencils were.
�Sea monsters.�
�Sea monsters?� he repeated.
�With tentacles.�
Will frowned. Angel wondered if he�d said something wrong. Maybe Will didn�t like sea monsters either. The thought frightened him. What if Will was scared of them too?
�Will you draw one for me?�
Angel breathed in, scared. But nodded, although shakily. Normally he would say no.
But Will had asked.
He quickly drew one, not painted like the first one he�d seen, but with glowing eyes and huge black tentacles rolling under the water, thin sharp teeth like needles protruding from is massive jaws, fins with serrated edges, so they could swim after you.
Will was holding onto him, rocking him. When did that happen?
�It�s alrigh�, luv, calm down, hush for me.�
Someone was screaming, he looked around for them and then realised it was himself. He closed his mouth.
�Good, Pet.�
He was panting for breath, he must have been screaming for a while. Will was patting his hair. He relaxed into it.
�That�s a pretty scary-lookin� creature.� Will said turning the page face down on the table. �Is that what you dream about?�
�Yes. And vampires. They live in the sea.�
Was that true? Did they live in the sea? He was confused. He wanted to sleep. His mind sometimes got tired. This was a time.
The wind was whispering about going to sleep. Sleep in the daytime.
�That�s a good idea.� He agreed.
�What is, Luv?�
What is what? Confusing. And tired.
�Where are my pencils?� He murmured.
�Here.� William put the metal tin into his hand, and then stroked over his fingers. It was relaxing, he had his head on Will�s shoulder and his muscles unwound slowly. Will was rubbing his other hand up and down his back. It felt so good he wanted to cry.
Instead he started humming the dispirited tune the stars were wailing in his head.
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