Wayward Boys, Chapter 6
Feb. 10th, 2007 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatotherpervok, my porn muse has been all persnickety lately, so I'm still 3 chapters away from being done with this. thus, the updates remain slow. but I really like this chapter! good thing it was written back when the porn muse was being all cooperative. :)
Title: Wayward Boys
Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
btvslover82
Pairing: Angelus/Liam/Angel (you heard me, it’s tripletcest!). human AU
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.
**An extra cover-my-ass warning: this fic deals with *human AU incest* among triplets. Although the boys are 22 in the majority of the fic, there is at least one flashback, maybe more, dealing with underage sex. In one, they are quite young (after puberty but not by much), and it is more for expository purposes than anything, but it is graphic. If you think this will bother you, run away now**
Previously:
Angel’s knees shook under his own weight, now that the desire had left him. He sagged against the door, and all was quiet inside.
Until he heard a little sound, barely perceptible. Angel couldn’t say what it was, or that he even fully registered it, until there was an audible shifting of bodies, and a murmur of “Don’t cry, Lee…please, don’t cry.”
After the acknowledgement, the sound of Liam’s weeping became undeniable. Unbearable. Inconsolable and ragged, just as they had been the day of their thirteenth birthday. Angel hadn’t heard Liam cry since that day. The day it had all begun.
Angel felt bile rise in his throat—at himself, at his brothers, at his complete and utter confusion. Most of all, at the sound of Liam’s heart breaking, which was all his fault. All his fault, and he didn’t know what was right anymore.
Angel turned and ran.
part 6
“Angelus, no that’s—I can’t do that. Don’t ask me to do that.” Liam felt a renewed wave of nausea when Angelus wasn’t budged by his pleading. He just stood, impassive, hand still wrapped around Liam’s arm, restraining him from making his trip towards the dresser.
Liam looked balefully at the bottle that was waiting for him. Only four feet from where he stood, but it might as well be miles.
When Liam turned back to his brother, Angelus’ eyes were a little harder. “I wasn’t asking.”
Liam tried to hold his rising panic in check. Angelus could be persuaded from something he wanted, if you knew how to go about it, and he’d been especially generous these last few weeks. Ever since that night that Liam had drank too much and taken their Angel-game too seriously. Liam was still a little embarrassed of his own reaction. A grown man shouldn’t act that way, but somehow with Angelus…. Anyway, he knew Angelus felt bad about making him cry, acting strange when Liam pointed out how scarce Angel had become recently. Angelus felt guilty, and Liam had milked it for all it was worth.
But it seemed like the charity had run out, in spades.
“C’mon, ‘Gelus, I swear I won’t overdo it this time. I just wanna wind down a little. Hard day at the office,” he joked, trying to schmooze his way into favor. They all knew that ‘Liam’ and ‘a hard day’s work’ didn’t belong in the same sentence. Ever.
Angelus didn’t crack a smile. “I said no. Period.” Liam gaped a bit at the flat response. “Listen to me, Lee. This is how it’s gonna be, take it or leave it. We do this sober, or we don’t do it at all. I’m sick of fucking a drunk.”
Liam cringed at that. “Gus,” he pleaded. The soft entreaty in his voice was far from put-on. His chest felt banded tight, nausea clawing up sickly from his gut. “I can’t do this without…. Please, don’t ask me. I can’t.”
An unfamiliar expression ghosted over Angelus’ face. A little slice of pain, there for only a split second before it was tucked away. “You can. I do.”
Liam’s stomach did a slow, sick roll to see the chink in his brother’s invincible armor. It was hard for him to tell, most of the time, how much of Angelus’ emotions were sincere and how much was careful manipulation, but Gus hadn’t meant to show him that. He wasn’t that good of actor.
Liam didn’t think Angelus would ever make good on his threat to cut him off. After all, wasn’t it Gus that had lured him back time and again when Liam tried to end this thing? He’d tried to walk away from it dozens of times over the years, but he didn’t have Angel’s conviction. He crumpled under the first seductive pressure.
He wasn’t Angel and he wasn’t Angelus. They’d both drawn a line, and stayed stubbornly on their own side. They knew what they wanted, no doubts. Liam was the one in the middle, yanked back and forth. Trapped between what he should do and what he wanted to do, in this guilty no-man’s land.
And he’d never wondered how it made Gus feel, that someone he loved could only stand to touch him when he had whiskey in his veins.
It was time to make a real decision. He just wished his heart wasn’t pounding hard enough to punch out of his rib cage.
“Yeah, ok. Sober.”
Angelus actually looked mildly surprised, like he hadn’t expected it to go so easy, but his restraining hand eased off of Liam’s arm. Liam looked away from the sharpness of his gaze, self-conscious and awkward. His arms felt like heavy, useless appendages—he had no clue what to do with them. He brought them up to clutch at his biceps, arms cradled against each other. Dropped them again and stuffed them into his pockets when he realized that it looked like he was hugging himself.
“So, um….” The whole situation felt distorted for being so clear and unfiltered. He went and sat on the edge of his bed, hands coming to lace together in his lap. Gus came to stand in front of him, and Liam’s eyes skittered to the belt in front of his face before flitting up to Angelus’ unreadable expression and away.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you look like a virgin on her wedding night.” Angelus’ tone was gruff, but there was no real roughness in the way that he pushed Liam back onto the mattress and settled himself on top.
Liam held his breath in the moment before the kiss, in the pause that felt important. He hadn’t so much as kissed his brother sober since they were 16. Since Angel had run out on them. Since it was thrown in his face once and for all what a sick abomination this was. The day that things had gotten weird around here, and had never gone back to being normal.
The press of Angelus’ mouth was uncharacteristically unassuming—not greedy. It was…grateful, and their eyes remained open as Angelus pushed them out deeper. Liam let his tongue in when it probed quietly at his lips, and he lifted his torso cooperatively for Gus to remove his shirt.
Liam’s breath hitched when Angelus reached for his fly, and he turned away from his brother’s kiss when a warm hand closed over his cock. He drew clean draughts of air into his lungs as Angelus kissed his throat, and his heart squeezed from the tenderness even though his gut was churning. The way that Gus fondled him was so familiar (hadn’t he been the first?), but it felt strange just now.
As clearly as if it were yesterday, he could hear his brother’s voice: you’re sinners. You’ll always be sinners. So much like Da that it cleaved the flesh from his bones.
Liam didn’t register his own stiffness until Angelus’ weight lifted and the other man climbed off the bed altogether. Liam sat up. “Gus?”
Angelus’ back remained turned on him, and one frustrated hand came up to rub through his hair. “Never mind. I don’t feel like it anymore.”
Well…that had sure as hell never happened before. “’Gelus?”
“I don’t fuck people who don’t want me, Liam.” He was sure that Angelus’ growl wasn’t supposed to sound more wounded than angry. Liam caught him by the arm as he charged from the room, yanking him back into a hard kiss.
This time it was Gus who tried to pull away, but Liam wouldn’t allow it. Couldn’t lose Angelus too. Wouldn’t. He backed Gus towards the bed, and for once it was Liam pushing his brother onto his back.
He pulled Gus’s shirt away mouthing at the muscle of his chest. The oddly soft skin of his belly. “I’m sorry,” he told it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” until the flesh gave and relaxed. Until one big hand came down to rest on the top of Liam’s head and fingers carded through his hair fondly like forgiveness.
It was Liam who stripped off two pair of pants and slicked Angelus’ cock with an unsteady hand. Angelus just watched him, face soft and eyes sharp.
It wasn’t until Liam straddled Gus’s hips and bore down on his cock without ever touching himself that Angelus struggled to sit up.
Liam pushed him back down. “No, I’m ok,” he panted, but Gus was clearly skeptical. It did hurt. There was a burn as he sank down on Angelus, but they’d been fucking more frequently, so it wasn’t too bad. He welcomed the small measure of pain…he was normally so dulled by the alcohol. He needed it.
When he came to a rest against Angelus’ hips, he had to blink back the sheen of pain from his eyes. Angelus was watching him. “Lee—”
For five seconds of his life, he didn’t want to be the baby, the one that needed looking after. So Liam leaned in and kissed Angelus, and once he had his attention, began to work himself slowly on Gus’s cock until his body relaxed into the task.
But Liam kept it slow. Cupped Gus’s face in hands that were just as large as the ones running down his back and teased him his way with his tongue. It was so hard to get Angelus to be this way with him, he wouldn’t give up the opportunity now that he had it.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, rocking their bodies together a little faster.
Angelus’ hands tightened into his hair. “Liam, don’t—” Broke off on a groan when Liam sat up and began fucking him in earnest, hands curling into the lightly haired muscle of Gus’s thighs as he rode him, panting. His hair fell in his face as he watched the features so like his own contort and curse, and it wasn’t long before Angelus’ hands found a firm grip on Liam’s hips.
“’Gelus…Christ, I love it when you fuck me….”
One minute Liam was undulating on Gus’s lap getting off on the control and the next he was flat on his back being driven into by a man whose face was dark with lust. He couldn’t say he was complaining about the shift, especially when Angelus hefted his legs over his shoulders and bent him in half, thrusting deep.
Liam shouted hoarsely and dug his nails into his brother’s shoulders as Angelus took hold of his cock and quickly pulled him off, eyes boring down into his. His eyes rolled back just as Gus rammed home one final time, and when their hearts were both hammering in the sudden silence, Liam felt like things were simple again, for the moment.
Lately those moments never lasted long.
~*~*~*~*~
“I’m going away for a while.”
It was classic Angelus, with none of the softness of their earlier encounter. Abrupt and frank. Liam felt ambushed.
“Wh…for how long?”
“A few weeks. Darla wants to take a trip to New York, get a room with a view. Get away for a bit.”
“Oh.” Darla was the closest thing Angelus had ever had to a steady girlfriend. There was no real fidelity between them but they knew it, and there was an understanding of sorts there. Liam found her a bit intimidating but he was strangely drawn to her, even though she didn’t respect him like she did Gus.
Angel hated her guts.
But the bottom line was that if Darla wanted to go to New York, she and Angelus were going to New York. There was no point in Liam even arguing. Even if a few weeks did sound like eternity, and he had no idea what he’d do. Gus had been around so much lately.
“When are you leaving?”
“Oh, tomorrow I should think.”
“Tomorrow!” Liam pulled away from Angelus. The air still smelled heavily of sex, and tomorrow Gus would be gone. That’s what this had been about then…one last game to bend Liam’s will before Angelus ran off with his girlfriend. “You should have told me sooner.”
“Why, so you could pout about it for days? Sometimes you can be as bad as Angel, when you get your teeth in something.”
Liam turned away, ignoring the fact that he was pouting even as Angelus spoke. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Come on, Lee, don’t be such a drama queen. You’ve been blowing off your buddies for weeks, call them up. I’ll be back before the hangover’s worn off.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Yeah, I know it.” Gus pulled him back up the bed with an arm around his waist, and Liam let him. When he was leaned back against the headboard, he risked a pouty glance down at Angelus, who was propped up on one elbow beside him.
“You know, I’m not the only brother that has the hots for you around here,” Gus said finally, and before Liam could say anything, he was biting and licking the tender skin on the side of Liam’s ribs, kick-starting his breath faster.
“Yeah right, Angel’s not—”
“You and I both know better, Lee. You think he stopped wanting you that day? Hell no. Why do you think he’s such an uptight son of a bitch? He may have convinced himself he hates my guts, but he misses you, baby brother.”
Liam didn’t say anything, just chewed his lip. Angelus was rarely wrong when it came to people, but he remembered how it had gone the last time he’d gotten brave enough to come on to Angel.
“If anyone can bring him back into the fold, it’s you, Lee. He’d sooner spit than look at me. You’re it, if we ever want him back again.”
“Because that went so well last time. He ran away.”
Angelus smirked and looked up at him with hot mischief, mouth tickling Liam’s ribs. “Then you’ll just have to find a way to keep him still, won’t you?”
ch 7, in which prey becomes predator…sorta.
Title: Wayward Boys
Author: Mel (
btvslover82Pairing: Angelus/Liam/Angel (you heard me, it’s tripletcest!). human AU
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.
**An extra cover-my-ass warning: this fic deals with *human AU incest* among triplets. Although the boys are 22 in the majority of the fic, there is at least one flashback, maybe more, dealing with underage sex. In one, they are quite young (after puberty but not by much), and it is more for expository purposes than anything, but it is graphic. If you think this will bother you, run away now**
Previously:
Angel’s knees shook under his own weight, now that the desire had left him. He sagged against the door, and all was quiet inside.
Until he heard a little sound, barely perceptible. Angel couldn’t say what it was, or that he even fully registered it, until there was an audible shifting of bodies, and a murmur of “Don’t cry, Lee…please, don’t cry.”
After the acknowledgement, the sound of Liam’s weeping became undeniable. Unbearable. Inconsolable and ragged, just as they had been the day of their thirteenth birthday. Angel hadn’t heard Liam cry since that day. The day it had all begun.
Angel felt bile rise in his throat—at himself, at his brothers, at his complete and utter confusion. Most of all, at the sound of Liam’s heart breaking, which was all his fault. All his fault, and he didn’t know what was right anymore.
Angel turned and ran.
part 6
“Angelus, no that’s—I can’t do that. Don’t ask me to do that.” Liam felt a renewed wave of nausea when Angelus wasn’t budged by his pleading. He just stood, impassive, hand still wrapped around Liam’s arm, restraining him from making his trip towards the dresser.
Liam looked balefully at the bottle that was waiting for him. Only four feet from where he stood, but it might as well be miles.
When Liam turned back to his brother, Angelus’ eyes were a little harder. “I wasn’t asking.”
Liam tried to hold his rising panic in check. Angelus could be persuaded from something he wanted, if you knew how to go about it, and he’d been especially generous these last few weeks. Ever since that night that Liam had drank too much and taken their Angel-game too seriously. Liam was still a little embarrassed of his own reaction. A grown man shouldn’t act that way, but somehow with Angelus…. Anyway, he knew Angelus felt bad about making him cry, acting strange when Liam pointed out how scarce Angel had become recently. Angelus felt guilty, and Liam had milked it for all it was worth.
But it seemed like the charity had run out, in spades.
“C’mon, ‘Gelus, I swear I won’t overdo it this time. I just wanna wind down a little. Hard day at the office,” he joked, trying to schmooze his way into favor. They all knew that ‘Liam’ and ‘a hard day’s work’ didn’t belong in the same sentence. Ever.
Angelus didn’t crack a smile. “I said no. Period.” Liam gaped a bit at the flat response. “Listen to me, Lee. This is how it’s gonna be, take it or leave it. We do this sober, or we don’t do it at all. I’m sick of fucking a drunk.”
Liam cringed at that. “Gus,” he pleaded. The soft entreaty in his voice was far from put-on. His chest felt banded tight, nausea clawing up sickly from his gut. “I can’t do this without…. Please, don’t ask me. I can’t.”
An unfamiliar expression ghosted over Angelus’ face. A little slice of pain, there for only a split second before it was tucked away. “You can. I do.”
Liam’s stomach did a slow, sick roll to see the chink in his brother’s invincible armor. It was hard for him to tell, most of the time, how much of Angelus’ emotions were sincere and how much was careful manipulation, but Gus hadn’t meant to show him that. He wasn’t that good of actor.
Liam didn’t think Angelus would ever make good on his threat to cut him off. After all, wasn’t it Gus that had lured him back time and again when Liam tried to end this thing? He’d tried to walk away from it dozens of times over the years, but he didn’t have Angel’s conviction. He crumpled under the first seductive pressure.
He wasn’t Angel and he wasn’t Angelus. They’d both drawn a line, and stayed stubbornly on their own side. They knew what they wanted, no doubts. Liam was the one in the middle, yanked back and forth. Trapped between what he should do and what he wanted to do, in this guilty no-man’s land.
And he’d never wondered how it made Gus feel, that someone he loved could only stand to touch him when he had whiskey in his veins.
It was time to make a real decision. He just wished his heart wasn’t pounding hard enough to punch out of his rib cage.
“Yeah, ok. Sober.”
Angelus actually looked mildly surprised, like he hadn’t expected it to go so easy, but his restraining hand eased off of Liam’s arm. Liam looked away from the sharpness of his gaze, self-conscious and awkward. His arms felt like heavy, useless appendages—he had no clue what to do with them. He brought them up to clutch at his biceps, arms cradled against each other. Dropped them again and stuffed them into his pockets when he realized that it looked like he was hugging himself.
“So, um….” The whole situation felt distorted for being so clear and unfiltered. He went and sat on the edge of his bed, hands coming to lace together in his lap. Gus came to stand in front of him, and Liam’s eyes skittered to the belt in front of his face before flitting up to Angelus’ unreadable expression and away.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you look like a virgin on her wedding night.” Angelus’ tone was gruff, but there was no real roughness in the way that he pushed Liam back onto the mattress and settled himself on top.
Liam held his breath in the moment before the kiss, in the pause that felt important. He hadn’t so much as kissed his brother sober since they were 16. Since Angel had run out on them. Since it was thrown in his face once and for all what a sick abomination this was. The day that things had gotten weird around here, and had never gone back to being normal.
The press of Angelus’ mouth was uncharacteristically unassuming—not greedy. It was…grateful, and their eyes remained open as Angelus pushed them out deeper. Liam let his tongue in when it probed quietly at his lips, and he lifted his torso cooperatively for Gus to remove his shirt.
Liam’s breath hitched when Angelus reached for his fly, and he turned away from his brother’s kiss when a warm hand closed over his cock. He drew clean draughts of air into his lungs as Angelus kissed his throat, and his heart squeezed from the tenderness even though his gut was churning. The way that Gus fondled him was so familiar (hadn’t he been the first?), but it felt strange just now.
As clearly as if it were yesterday, he could hear his brother’s voice: you’re sinners. You’ll always be sinners. So much like Da that it cleaved the flesh from his bones.
Liam didn’t register his own stiffness until Angelus’ weight lifted and the other man climbed off the bed altogether. Liam sat up. “Gus?”
Angelus’ back remained turned on him, and one frustrated hand came up to rub through his hair. “Never mind. I don’t feel like it anymore.”
Well…that had sure as hell never happened before. “’Gelus?”
“I don’t fuck people who don’t want me, Liam.” He was sure that Angelus’ growl wasn’t supposed to sound more wounded than angry. Liam caught him by the arm as he charged from the room, yanking him back into a hard kiss.
This time it was Gus who tried to pull away, but Liam wouldn’t allow it. Couldn’t lose Angelus too. Wouldn’t. He backed Gus towards the bed, and for once it was Liam pushing his brother onto his back.
He pulled Gus’s shirt away mouthing at the muscle of his chest. The oddly soft skin of his belly. “I’m sorry,” he told it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” until the flesh gave and relaxed. Until one big hand came down to rest on the top of Liam’s head and fingers carded through his hair fondly like forgiveness.
It was Liam who stripped off two pair of pants and slicked Angelus’ cock with an unsteady hand. Angelus just watched him, face soft and eyes sharp.
It wasn’t until Liam straddled Gus’s hips and bore down on his cock without ever touching himself that Angelus struggled to sit up.
Liam pushed him back down. “No, I’m ok,” he panted, but Gus was clearly skeptical. It did hurt. There was a burn as he sank down on Angelus, but they’d been fucking more frequently, so it wasn’t too bad. He welcomed the small measure of pain…he was normally so dulled by the alcohol. He needed it.
When he came to a rest against Angelus’ hips, he had to blink back the sheen of pain from his eyes. Angelus was watching him. “Lee—”
For five seconds of his life, he didn’t want to be the baby, the one that needed looking after. So Liam leaned in and kissed Angelus, and once he had his attention, began to work himself slowly on Gus’s cock until his body relaxed into the task.
But Liam kept it slow. Cupped Gus’s face in hands that were just as large as the ones running down his back and teased him his way with his tongue. It was so hard to get Angelus to be this way with him, he wouldn’t give up the opportunity now that he had it.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, rocking their bodies together a little faster.
Angelus’ hands tightened into his hair. “Liam, don’t—” Broke off on a groan when Liam sat up and began fucking him in earnest, hands curling into the lightly haired muscle of Gus’s thighs as he rode him, panting. His hair fell in his face as he watched the features so like his own contort and curse, and it wasn’t long before Angelus’ hands found a firm grip on Liam’s hips.
“’Gelus…Christ, I love it when you fuck me….”
One minute Liam was undulating on Gus’s lap getting off on the control and the next he was flat on his back being driven into by a man whose face was dark with lust. He couldn’t say he was complaining about the shift, especially when Angelus hefted his legs over his shoulders and bent him in half, thrusting deep.
Liam shouted hoarsely and dug his nails into his brother’s shoulders as Angelus took hold of his cock and quickly pulled him off, eyes boring down into his. His eyes rolled back just as Gus rammed home one final time, and when their hearts were both hammering in the sudden silence, Liam felt like things were simple again, for the moment.
Lately those moments never lasted long.
~*~*~*~*~
“I’m going away for a while.”
It was classic Angelus, with none of the softness of their earlier encounter. Abrupt and frank. Liam felt ambushed.
“Wh…for how long?”
“A few weeks. Darla wants to take a trip to New York, get a room with a view. Get away for a bit.”
“Oh.” Darla was the closest thing Angelus had ever had to a steady girlfriend. There was no real fidelity between them but they knew it, and there was an understanding of sorts there. Liam found her a bit intimidating but he was strangely drawn to her, even though she didn’t respect him like she did Gus.
Angel hated her guts.
But the bottom line was that if Darla wanted to go to New York, she and Angelus were going to New York. There was no point in Liam even arguing. Even if a few weeks did sound like eternity, and he had no idea what he’d do. Gus had been around so much lately.
“When are you leaving?”
“Oh, tomorrow I should think.”
“Tomorrow!” Liam pulled away from Angelus. The air still smelled heavily of sex, and tomorrow Gus would be gone. That’s what this had been about then…one last game to bend Liam’s will before Angelus ran off with his girlfriend. “You should have told me sooner.”
“Why, so you could pout about it for days? Sometimes you can be as bad as Angel, when you get your teeth in something.”
Liam turned away, ignoring the fact that he was pouting even as Angelus spoke. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Come on, Lee, don’t be such a drama queen. You’ve been blowing off your buddies for weeks, call them up. I’ll be back before the hangover’s worn off.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Yeah, I know it.” Gus pulled him back up the bed with an arm around his waist, and Liam let him. When he was leaned back against the headboard, he risked a pouty glance down at Angelus, who was propped up on one elbow beside him.
“You know, I’m not the only brother that has the hots for you around here,” Gus said finally, and before Liam could say anything, he was biting and licking the tender skin on the side of Liam’s ribs, kick-starting his breath faster.
“Yeah right, Angel’s not—”
“You and I both know better, Lee. You think he stopped wanting you that day? Hell no. Why do you think he’s such an uptight son of a bitch? He may have convinced himself he hates my guts, but he misses you, baby brother.”
Liam didn’t say anything, just chewed his lip. Angelus was rarely wrong when it came to people, but he remembered how it had gone the last time he’d gotten brave enough to come on to Angel.
“If anyone can bring him back into the fold, it’s you, Lee. He’d sooner spit than look at me. You’re it, if we ever want him back again.”
“Because that went so well last time. He ran away.”
Angelus smirked and looked up at him with hot mischief, mouth tickling Liam’s ribs. “Then you’ll just have to find a way to keep him still, won’t you?”
ch 7, in which prey becomes predator…sorta.
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Date: 2007-02-15 09:39 pm (UTC)heehee, yeah he's a naughty boy, encouraging Liam to uh...immobilize Angel. I'm glad you feel for my Angelus. he has a bit of an underbelly in this fic. I couldn't make him human and not make him a little vulnerable :)
I'm so glad the Darla bit seems to be a hit with everyone, thanks! *hugs*