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back by popular demand. don't say I never gave you nuffin.

I actually really love this chapter, haha. I feel kind of uncertain and pissy about the ending for this fic, which is why I haven't coughed it up, and I kind of facepalm over how very much I bastardized Liam's personality in order to make him different from the other two. but whatever. this chapter makes me snicker.

I started to do a "previously on," but it's been so long that I couldn't decide what excerpt would be most helpful. so to refresh your memory, the last chapter was the one where Angel fucked Angelus, and it was all....grrr and violent and yum. mmkay?

Title: Wayward Boys
Author: Mel ([ profile] thatotherperv)
Pairing: Angelus/Liam/Angel. human AU tripletcest
Rating: NC-17 for sure…
Summary: human AU. Angelus is determined to get both of his brothers back into his bed, where they belong.
Warnings: uh…incest, obviously. Can’t stress that enough. Some of the flashbacks deal with *early experimentation*. At some point, there will be bondage. And uh, angst. If I have to put additional warnings up later, I will by the chapter.
Disclaimer: these characters are sooo not mine. if they were, there really would have been three of them.

Previous parts here

Part 10

Angel’s quiet, ordered life had…gone missing. In its place stood a continuous orgy of sex.

He was tired. He was sore.

You’d think he would be grateful, and he had been, for the first couple weeks. He’d been all smug and in charge, thinking he’d hit the mother load and wondering why it had taken him so long to see that it was better to just give in and live the way his brothers clearly wanted to.

But eventually exhaustion and Angelus’ sly ribbing took care of most of his pleasure in the situation. His guilt—his ever-clinging guilt—took care of the rest.

Well, ok. Maybe there was still a little pleasure being had. Or, really more than a little. At regular intervals. But things were way too complicated to be carefree.

And his back hurt. But damned if he’d tell Angelus that.


Angelus was working himself on Angel’s cock, hard and furious. The mattress was bouncing and Angelus was grunting with effort.

Angel lay on his back in a haze of pleasure from the squeezing heat of his brother’s ass, too fucking exhausted to do anything other than lay here and let Gus bounce on his dick. He’d had a late night with Lee.

“Jesus Christ, Angel, you could put some effort it.”

Angel yawned. “Why? You’re being thorough enough for the both of us.”

“Lazy fucker.” Angelus took hold of his hand and wrapped it around his waving erection, curling his fingers for him around the girth. “Fine, just…keep your hand like that. You don’t even have to move, are you happy?”


Angel’s lips twitched at the insulting curse that smug answer earned him, closing his eyes and letting Angelus fuck his cock and hand by turns. Lee had really wrung him out at three this morning, but a whole bleary day at work and he was able to work up one mild orgasm for Angelus.

He was polite enough to wait until Gus shot all over his stomach. Fuck, now he needed a shower.

“You’re fucking useless, you know that?” Angelus flopped onto the bed beside him, stretching and scratching his belly.

Angel yawned again, feeling the exhaustion drag him down. “What do you expect? I work all day, then you want to fuck as soon as Liam leaves the house to go drinking. He gets back at god knows what time, in god knows what state, and comes in here pressing up against me, so of course….”

“You have to fuck him. What a good big brother you are. Selfless, really.”

“Shut up,” he groaned, rolling over, smushing his face into the pillow. “This is all your fault.”

Angelus snorted behind him. “I’m so sorry to get you laid. You know, it’s not like I’m having trouble keeping up. I don’t know what you’re excuse is.”

“My excuse is that you’ve got the day shift. All your fucking takes place between noon and midnight. Lucky bastard.”

“Easy way to fix this, you know.” It was the voice of the devil, way too tempting.

“And what’s that?”


Angel’s stomach did an odd, slow roll at the idea of all of them in bed together, at the same time. “No.”

“You’re such a freak, I don’t know what you’re problem is with the idea of all of us—”

He couldn’t bring himself to do more than mumble. “Just drop it, ok?”

“Whatever. Retard.”

The bed shifted as Angelus got up, but Angel was already dropping into sleep.


A body was pressing against his back, snickering and groping his ass. Liam. Angel wiped at his eyes and checked the clock. Two am, fresh from the bars and really smelling like it. He’d been asleep for three hours.


“Annngg. Wakey waaaakey.”

Angel groaned and let his head fall back against the pillow, flat into a puddle of spittle. Eeww. He’d been sleeping hard. Liam’s hand was wriggling under his hip bone, trying to work its way towards his cock, which was not even close to being interested.

Liam’s hand slid over his belly.

Angel shot up, very awake all of a sudden as he remembered the jizz all over his abdomen and chest. Shit. “Hey, I gotta…bathroom.”

He ignored the sound of exaggerated disappointment at his departure, toddling off to the bathroom to piss and rinse Angelus’ come away.

Liam was on him again as soon as he got under the covers. Damn horny drunk. Angel would have smiled at the slovenly affection being lavished on his neck, but he was too preoccupied with the hand jerking his limp dick with clumsy determination.

Clumsy determination which was not paying off. Angel thought he might be able to get it up with a forklift, sometime next year.

“Lee,” he mumbled, wanting nothing more than to drift off to sleep. When the enthusiastic pumping of the hand didn’t slow, he gripped Liam’s wrist and pulled it away. He heaved a sigh at the resulting whimper and struggle. “Lee, stop. I’m exhausted. There’s no way.”

There was a sly flutter of lips against his pulse-point. “Please?”

Angel huffed out a laugh, charmed despite himself by the guileless ploy. “No, Lee. I can’t.”

Suddenly a cock was becoming intimately acquainted with his hip. “Ang….”

Jesus, he was never going to get any sleep like this. He pushed Liam’s shoulder roughly until he flailed onto his back, and before Liam could pout, sank down the bed without preamble until he was waist-level. Lee was looking down at him with wide eyes, chest heaving fast and excited, and when Angel sucked his cock into his mouth, he shouted so loudly that there was no way Angelus didn’t wake up.

Angel had never done this for Liam before, and between the novelty and the inebriation and the fact that Angel was swallowing around the head like it was candy-coated, it didn’t take very long. Liam’s fingers massaged his scalp politely, kneading like a cat at the source of the pleasure, body bucking erratically.

“Oh God, Angel. Angel! Oh, fuck me….”

And then Liam was coming, and Angel swallowed because these sheets were 500-thread raw silk.

Lee’s body went endearingly limp after he came. Angel crawled back up towards the headboard and threw himself onto his stomach, pressing a kiss to Liam’s cheek. Liam stirred with a weak response, exhaling a sigh when Angel threw his arm over his chest, hand resting palm-down over Liam’s slowing heart.

Angel drifted into a sleep filled with odd, vivid dreams that he couldn’t grasp upon waking.

But when the mattress shifted and Liam crawled out of Angel’s bed, Angel awoke. It was always like this. Liam came to him, but he didn’t stay. He didn’t sleep the whole night. That privilege went to Angelus, who could stay sprawled under the covers with him until the sun was high. They didn’t have responsibilities, not like he did.

Angel didn’t let on that he was awake as Liam snuck out of the room. He needed to be at work in two hours.


They were fucking. They were fucking with that too-perfect intense realism that only comes from fantasy…no sweat, no soreness. More intense desperation and euphoria than mechanics, the movements unclear, unimportant in comparison to the lust.

He was fucking both of them, hips ramming Angelus’ so hard that it drove him forward into Lee, both boys uttering guttural, pleading sounds at the rough pace. It was intense and needy and endless, like he’d been pounding them for days and couldn’t stop. He had a vague sense of ill-ease, as though there were something he ought to be doing. But he couldn’t stop, like it was a compulsion, a perpetual motion machine that once begun, could not be halted.

He didn’t feel guilt, precisely. There was a vague shadow of shame—the sense that he should feel bad, though he was drowning in euphoria and a lazy kind of glee.

Angel was so caught up in his self-centered elation that he didn’t notice what was happening at first—but when he did realize, he was horrified. They were fusing. Bodies melting together as Angel drove them harder and faster—Liam dissolving against Angelus and Angelus dissolving into Angel, but he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop making it worse. Couldn’t move away.

And worse, he didn’t want to. Despite the impending sense of not good at this bizarre turn of events, he willfully accelerated the process—it felt brilliant.

It wasn’t until the defined boundaries between them were sticky and uncertain that Angel felt his passion actually building towards orgasm. As he came, they all convulsed, pleasure not just tripled but enhanced exponentially, their release synergizing into something so mind-blowing that it was perfect.

Just perfect.

When they pulled away…when they finally could pull away, they untwined like so many strands from a thread, coming unraveled into something less substantial, flimsier, twisted and warped by the close union. He felt…wrong. Angel felt wrong, and he was horrified to realize as he looked at his brothers that they were not the same as they’d begun. There was a trace of ink on Liam’s shoulder where Angelus’ tattoo had imprinted itself, and Angelus now carried Angel’s distinct birthmark. Angel realized as he looked at his own hands that he now bore Liam’s scars from Angelus’ by-gone fascination with knives.

Changed forever. They had gotten under one another’s skin, and now they carried the scars to prove it.

He woke in a cold sweat.


Date: 2007-11-04 05:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
haha poor angel *snicker*
but damn
that ending was brilliant lol
lovveee itt

Date: 2007-11-05 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*snicker* glad you like it. *squish*

Date: 2007-11-04 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, I am so excited to see another chapter of this!

I still find the dynamic between the three men fascinating and I love how fucked up it all it. Poor Angel - he finally gives in and he's just getting way too much hot sex. Gotta feel for the poor baby, haven't you? *snort*

The dream sequence at the end was fabulous! Very disturbing and I really liked the detail dropped in about the scars Liam bore as a result of Angelus' fascination with knives...

Date: 2007-11-05 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I still find the dynamic between the three men fascinating and I love how fucked up it all it.
hee, awesome! thanks! also glad you liked the dream sequence! I struggled with that one.

and yeah, his life is tragic, really :)

Date: 2007-11-04 06:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*fans self*

Oh yeah. Damn woman, you sure do know what buttons to push. So hot. I loved the imagery at the end too.

Yeah, I think I need a little alone time...

Date: 2007-11-05 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
hee, thanks!

Date: 2007-11-04 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay, Wayward Boys! *smooches you*

Uh-oh. Angel senses that trouble is brewing. Poor exhausted, sweaty boy.

Date: 2007-11-05 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know, poor thing. I feel so terrible for him.

thanks babe! I'm glad you were excited
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Date: 2007-11-05 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
yay! thank you sweetie!

Date: 2007-11-04 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh man, I nearly peed my pants when I saw that you had updated this FREAKIN' AWESOME story!!!!!!!!!!!! What a magnificent chapter!!!!!!!! I loved Angel's dream and how they all fused together and the realization that came out of it

Absolutely stunning work and I TOTALLY can't wait for more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Date: 2007-11-05 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
haha, eep! one word for you: Depends :) I'm thrilled you were so excited

thanks sweetie!

Date: 2007-11-04 09:17 pm (UTC)
laisserais: kiss (angel - well gosh)
From: [personal profile] laisserais
Dude! holy shit. this was awesome!

i loved how the whole set-up was one of extreme familiarity and exhaustion. all the unpleasant bodily fluids and the snark that only comes out long past the honeymoon stage. that all was awesome, because you so rarely see that in fic. i guess the fact that they're um, brothers, would put the kibosh on anything romantic right quick. ;)

and this line: And then Liam was coming, and Angel swallowed because these sheets were 500-thread raw silk. hee! that totally wrappped up what i was talking about perfectly. that was awesome.

and then! angel's dream. *is still dazed by it* that was brilliant. i loved it! and now i'm gonna start jonesing for more of this all over again! you're so mean! :D

Date: 2007-11-05 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
all the unpleasant bodily fluids and the snark that only comes out long past the honeymoon stage. that all was awesome, because you so rarely see that in fic. i guess the fact that they're um, brothers, would put the kibosh on anything romantic right quick. ;)

*SNORFLE* exactly! they're like an old married couple (er, triple?) from the get-go.

thanks on the dream, babe! I struggled with that bit, trying not to make it too HI THIS IS SYMBOLIC. though it's sorta unavoidable, haha. whatever.

Date: 2007-11-04 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I missed this... How come I missed this?? *Flails around wildly*

And, oh, wow, was I glad to catch up with it. Really, truly awesome writing.

Date: 2007-11-05 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
lol, well I haven't updated it in an age, so that's probably how :) I'm so glad you enjoyed it! thanks

Date: 2007-11-04 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Angelus and the riding and Liam and Angel being exhausted and the blowjob and the angsty confusion and the guilt and the dream and the togetherness and the knives and.....

Yup, I'll be in my bunk.

Date: 2007-11-05 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*pats your butt and sends you on your way* hee!

thanks sweetie!

Date: 2007-11-05 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
hot. you have no idea how glad i am that i'm tracking this story. :D

Date: 2007-11-05 03:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
hee! thanks babe :)

lovvve the icon. there should be more drunken Liam iconage

Date: 2007-11-06 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So... I hadn't read this until now. Angel doesn't really get me going, but... *cough* I've got a kink for the incestuous dirtybadwrongness... So, I thought to my self "Self, get past your aversion to Angel and read the hawtness"

And let me tell you... I am soooo glad I did. Holy cow. Hot hot hot hot HAWT. *wanders off for a cold shower*

Date: 2007-11-14 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OMG! That's about all I have.

Angelus was working himself on Angel’s cock, hard and furious. The mattress was bouncing and Angelus was grunting with effort.

That and the thought of Angel all fucked out was just... yeah... I have something to do in my bedroom. I'll have to get back to you.


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