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Title: Wayward Boys
Author: Mel ([livejournal.com profile] thatotherperv
Pairing: Angelus/Liam/Angel
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, they would have been doing naughty things all along.

Previous parts here




Chapter 10.5

It was getting to be a familiar scenario—Angel exhausted, tired and cranky, being ambushed by one of his brothers just inside the front door.

But this time the brother was dressed, and he had a distinctly concerned look on his face.

And it was Liam. Liam was never concerned about anything for longer than it took to down a shot of whiskey.

“Promise you’ll be nice.”

Angel blinked at him. When was he ever not nice to Liam? “’Course, Lee. What’s wrong?”

“It’s Gus.”

He frowned. “What did he do to you?” Angel rarely had cause for concern between those two anymore. Liam had made it abundantly clear that he was happy with the way things were. Angel still had his doubts about how that was possible, but….

“Not…something he did to me. Something done to him.”

That made even less sense, and Angel was feeling a little short-tempered with the cryptic game they were playing. “Liam, he can take care of himself. Anyone that’s crossed him will know about it shortly, if they don’t already.”

“It’s not—” Liam made a frustrated noise, took Angel’s hand, and yanked him down the hall, to the cracked door of the tv room.

It took Angel’s eyes a moment to adjust, and his mind a moment longer than that. Angelus was sitting in one of the big leather armchairs alone, in the dark. Angel couldn’t make out the expression on his face in the yellow light filtering in from the hall, but he did catch the glint of a bottle dangling from his fingers as he slung it up for a swig. When the bottle was lowered again, Angelus rested it on his knee and sat, staring at nothing.

Angelus was brooding.

“What the hell happened?” he murmured to Liam. He wondered if Gus knew they were there, if he was just ignoring their whispers in the hall.

“Darla.”

Angel felt the usual pang of jealousy and frustration that always came packaged in with that manipulative bitch. “Back with the old bat?”

Liam nodded.

It was bound to happen again one of these days. Darla and Angelus were far from what you’d call committed, but even so, jealousy didn’t have much of a role in their rocky, on-again/off-again relationship. There was only one guy that Angelus really hated seeing her with.

That guy happened to be her husband. Her very powerful husband, whose fortune made their own inheritance look like pittance.

Darla might enjoy the adventure that life with Angelus offered…hell, maybe she did even love him, in the same strange way he loved her. But not enough that she wouldn’t run every time that ugly fucker called her home.

Apparently deciding that Angel had taken long enough, Liam pushed past him into the room and turned on a lamp.

Angelus flinched from the light, but didn’t look at either of them. “Go ‘way.”

“No.”

Angel hovered in the doorway as Liam perched on the edge of the coffee table, legs tangling intimately with Angelus’. On the next swig of whiskey, Liam plucked the bottle out of his hand, and to Angel’s surprise, Angelus let him.

Gave it up as if it weren’t worth the trouble, and wiped at his mouth before propping his head sullenly on one hand.

He refused eye contact. Neither of the boys moved, and although Angel felt distinctly like an outsider to the moment, he shifted inside the door far enough to take a seat at the far end of the room.

“Doesn’t know how to treat a woman like her,” Angelus finally mumbled, voice thick. “She says we’re done for good this time, but….”

He trailed off as if the solution escaped him.

Liam looked down at the bottle in his hand, and Angel bit back on the urge to share his opinion on the subject of what Darla had coming to her. Be nice, Liam had said. Anyway, he was lacking all desire to pick an argument with Angelus at the moment. For once.

Angel felt his heart squeeze when Angelus looked up at Liam and said “She doesn’t love him.” As though he were trying to convince himself of the fact.

He watched helplessly as Liam soothed Angelus’ ego and comforted him. Angel had always been at a loss at moments like these, and this was even more disorienting. Angelus was the one who made things better, not the one who was broken.

When had Liam become the strong one?

He felt himself grasping at straws, wanting to fix it. Wanting for them all to be close again, the way they were as kids….

“Let’s go to the restaurant!” he suddenly blurted.

They both turned and looked at him blankly. He didn’t miss the look they slid one another out of the corners of their eyes.

“We haven’t been to the restaurant in years.”

Angel held Angelus’ skeptical look. “Maybe it’s what we all need.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was their parents’ place. The first, before franchising made O’Shanassey a household name…before the similar chain of pubs, and coffee houses, and hotels, and all of the other crap they’d come to loathe.

They grew up playing under the tables of this restaurant, looking up skirts and keeping secrets and trying to avoid getting caught by their father’s right-hand man, who had more of a hand in running the place (and in raising the three of them) than their own father from the time of their earliest memory.

“Doyle.”

Clear blue eyes shot up at the sound of Liam’s voice. “Boys! What in the devil are you three doin’ here? Haven’t seen any of you in an age.”

“Angelus got dumped.”

Liam jostled Angel for the blunt statement, but Doyle turned to Angelus with amused but sympathetic eyes. “Well, that’s a rare day. Stings like hell to be a mere mortal, doesn’it?” At odds with the teasing barb, his hand fell on Angelus’ shoulder, squeezing comfort as though he were still a teenage boy, and not a man that towered over him. “The usual, then?”

The three of them exchanged a look, thinking of the shakes that had been the staple of heartbreak all their young lives. Angel spoke for all of them when he said, “I think we’d prefer beer.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angel loved his brothers.

“Gus. Lee.” They both turned from their laughing banter to look at him. “I love you guys.”

“Christ.” Angelus rolled his eyes and looked away, but there was a smile lurking under the scowl. He seemed happier than he had before. That was good.

Lurk. That was a funny word. Lurk lurk, lurker lurking, lurkey bastard. He laughed.

Liam laughed at him. “We love you, too, Ang.”

“We should have cut him off after the first beer. He’s so cheap. Right, Angel? You’re a two-beer queer.”

“You know what, you’re right. Sometimes. But sometimes I like women.”

Liam laughed so hard some of the other patrons turned and stared towards the corner booth. Angelus snorted out a laugh and muttered ‘idiot.’

Lee said something to Gus that Angel couldn’t follow, so he just watched fixedly as Lee drew out a cigarette and lit it casually, gesturing as he spoke. Looked like Angelus. And Angelus looked like Liam, he thought as the room spun. Red-rimmed eyes and laughing mouth, just like little Lee.

He wasn’t sure where there left him, except he was pretty sure he wasn’t meant to be the drunk one. Images from his dream swam before him but he couldn’t quite grasp on. It was something about sameness. Or difference…ness.

His head felt very heavy. He leaned against his hand. Someone said his name, and then there was laughter, but he was thinking really hard.

‘Bout Angelus, and walls, and whiskey bottles. About Liam, and handcuffs, and plumbers. About himself, and cold showers, and orgasms.

“We need to fuck more,” he suddenly declared. He laughed at the way Angelus’ eyes rounded and Liam choked on his beer. Since when had they become such prudes. “A lot more. All three of us, together.”

“Christ,” Angelus swore, looking furtively around the restaurant. “We’d better get him out of here before he takes out an ad.”

He laughed as they hauled him to his feet between them, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. “You’re just jealous because you don’t know the secret.”

“Sure I do,” Gus muttered. “You’re an idiot.”

~*~*~*~*~

Angel woke up pressed between two warm bodies with a dead squirrel in his mouth.

Ugghhnn. Ptuh.

It had been so long since his last hangover that it took a moment to place himself. Then he remembered—Angelus’ crisis, easily plied with Guinness and old jokes…Doyle…a nearly mortifying public announcement…some kind of life-altering revelation that was probably all about the moon being made of mayonnaise or something.

He dimly recalled a vehement argument on a street corner about quitting his job.

They were all still dressed, sprawled together closely in Angel’s bed, though he recalled some very frisky begging on his part as they tried to dump him to sleep it off. They hadn’t been sober, but not drunk enough to match him, obviously.

There was something he was supposed to do, or fix or…something about Liam and Angelus. Something was wrong…or…unfinished or….

Christ, his head hurt.

And his bladder felt like a tennis ball. A very full, urgent tennis ball.

He carefully extracted himself from the tangle of limbs and swayed towards the bathroom, where he relieved himself and then decided that a shower and a toothbrush were the best idea he’d ever had.

TBC

Date: 2007-11-18 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ash-carpenter.livejournal.com
Oh that was great! Absolutely loved Angel's drunken thoughts - so very realistic! (Heh, methinks you may have had an experience or two in being squiffy yourself...*g*)

Damn, this story is so exciting! And, for all the inappropriateness of Angel's public announcement, he is quite correct! The three of them do need more sex! ;-)

Date: 2007-11-20 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
ha, thank you! and yes, I think I've been drunk a time or two. safe to say :)

thanks sweetie, I'll see what I can do about that ;)

Date: 2007-11-18 03:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] denied-heaven.livejournal.com
gahh!
love love love
and them all turning into each other like his dream! eeek
this was awesome hon

Date: 2007-11-20 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
thanks honey *squish*

Date: 2007-11-18 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icemink.livejournal.com
I meant to say in the last chapter how good it was to see this story back. The funny thing is that I've been away from fic for so long it seems, that it took me a couple minutes to figure out who Darla's husband was.

Anyway, great chapter. I love Angel's slow revelation, even if he has kind of forgotten it.

Date: 2007-11-20 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
thank you! I'm glad to hear you say that.

and ha! I'm taking away your Darla fangirl badge :)

Date: 2007-11-18 07:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angelstoy.livejournal.com
SWEETASS chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So did the happy squee dance of joy when I saw that you posted more of this AWESOME, AWESOME story!!!!!!!!!!

Totally can't wait for more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Date: 2007-11-20 02:20 am (UTC)

Date: 2007-11-18 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zoesmith.livejournal.com
I just finished reading all of the chapters so far and OMG!!! *fans self*
This is dirty!bad!wrong and sexy as HELL! Triple goodness! Each one of them separately is hard to resist but the three of them together… simply irresistible!

I can’t for more naughtiness!!

Date: 2007-11-20 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
oh, thanks! I'm glad you like it :) silly lil piece of kink I dreamt up

Date: 2007-11-18 04:03 pm (UTC)
laisserais: kiss (angelus/darla - there's always an alley)
From: [personal profile] laisserais
Hee. Angelus is brooding. *gasp* that was awesome. And darla has a husband! haha. i love this 'verse. i don't know how you do it, but you take crack and turn it into something deep. and awesome.

i loved angel's drunk thoughts. the patterning and the slip-slide around the 'Important Thing' was really cool, as was the description of his hangover. tennis ball bladder! ack. ;)

Date: 2007-11-20 02:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
haha, dude, you know the brooding didn't start with the soul. there's a whiskey bottle and a broken hairbrush in Destiny that say otherwise :)

i don't know how you do it, but you take crack and turn it into something deep. and awesome.
thanks a lot, honey. I'm not so sure about that, but I'm glad you think so *smooch*

tennis ball bladder! haha. I know it well. I think I do drunk-thoughts well. all those years of practice. *snerk*

Date: 2007-11-18 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rockstarpeach.livejournal.com
I haven't been with this story since the start, but when you posted the last chapter I went back and caught up.

I'm really enjoying it, and I hope you continue it.

Drunk Angel cracks me up!

Date: 2007-11-20 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
oh, I'm so glad! thanks :)

Date: 2007-11-19 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loreleilynn.livejournal.com
I love your brain. There was Doyle in this chapter! I miss Doyle. And brooding Angelus! If we'd just had some of those knives hinted in last chapter, this chapter would be officially the greatest of all. :)

*uses puppet!Angelus icon, because that's what came to mind when Angelus first started brooding.*

Date: 2007-11-20 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
zomg, I love Doyle! I'm glad you liked his appearance. I feel like I should write him more.

hahaha, I love that icon! thanks babe

Date: 2007-11-20 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loreleilynn.livejournal.com
*encourages the Doyle fic* Do eeeet!

Date: 2007-11-19 02:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girlpire.livejournal.com
Angel loved his brothers.

“Gus. Lee.” They both turned from their laughing banter to look at him. “I love you guys.”


can i just say, this is the best thing ever. :D i absolutely love the way you've written drunk angel. it's like in "city of" when he tells the bald black man that he reminds him of buffy! so funny.

although i have to admit... it will take a while for me to forgive you for this image:

Angel woke up pressed between two warm bodies with a dead squirrel in his mouth.

*turns a little green*

Date: 2007-11-20 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thatotherperv.livejournal.com
hee, I'm glad drunk!Angel was a big hit. I'll let you in on a secret: drunk!Angel is more than a little drunk!Mel. lmao

*turns a little green*
hahaha! well hey, even there, I did my job :)

thanks babe!

Wayward Boys 10.5

Date: 2008-02-18 02:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slashpuppy.livejournal.com
Yeay, I just ran across your WB series again and realised that you had snuck in a chapter 10.5 and I'd missed it.

I *love love love* this weird and wonderful story of yours. Most of the time I read a new chapter and can only think... 'GUH'

Please, please, please tell me there's going to be more sometime soon?

Date: 2009-06-29 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] henriettaholden.livejournal.com
Hello! I must have missed this one on first read of your fics and by George am I pleased to find it. The thought of three....uh.

If there is anymore, I would be very happy to read it :)

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