Wayward Boys, part 8
Mar. 11th, 2007 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatotherpervI'm still banging my head up against parts 11 and 12. really, part 11. I don't know why it's so hard to get all three of them in bed together, but it is. *frowns at them* they want it, I know they do.
Title: Wayward Boys
Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
btvslover82)
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.
Previously:
Tears in his eyes, Angel pulled the sleeping boy—man—closer to him, feeling heartsick and grateful for the way Liam had never closed him out. He would let Liam into his bed. If this was what it took for his brother to sleep right, he’d give him that much until Angelus came back.
It was the least he could do.
Part 8
When Angel slept, he looked just like Angelus.
Liam had forgotten about that…how very much they all looked alike. Years had passed since he’d slept beside Angel, and in waking, his brothers looked nothing alike. So different in the way they talked…the way they carried themselves…their facial expressions and general demeanor.
But when they were sleeping, they both looked…warm. Safe. Like lions, big and fierce and protective. Liam thought about the way Angel had draped heavy, possessive limbs over him in sleep for the last four nights, unconsciously tugging him closer as he snored.
He ached a little, to think about it.
Angel would be a whole different kind of fierce when he realized what Liam was about to do. If it was Angelus’ wrist he was slowly closing a handcuff around, he’d consider himself a dead man.
Liam carefully threaded the chain of the cuffs through the headboard and back around, gently trapping his brother’s other wrist. He breathed a little easier when the bracelet clicked closed and Angel’s steady rhythm of breathing hadn’t changed.
He was so nervous that his hands shook just a little as he peeled Angel’s sweats off his body, dragging them out from under his ass as he tugged them down over his hips. Ang stirred a little at that, but then quieted.
Liam trailed a wistful finger along Angel’s shaft, heart constricting before he dipped his head to close his lips around the underside of his brother’s cock, sucking slightly on the edge of the head. Angel hummed and shifted, legs sprawling a little wider as his pelvis pressed upward in unconscious invitation. It was all so familiar, from another lifetime when they were all little more than children playing games. Ones that they thought couldn’t hurt anyone, until something inside of Angel shattered. None of them had come away unscathed.
Heart hammering too hard to play a teasing game, Liam angled the thick cock up towards his mouth and sucked on the reddish helmet, swallowing more of Angel as his tongue swirled at the familiar taste. The texture. It had been six years, but it was so familiar. From Angelus. From his dreams.
Angel moaned, hips rolling up into the sensation. “Ohh god…Liam….”
Liam froze, startled…even moreso when he realized that Angel was still asleep. Did Angel…dream about him? The thought made his eyes burn a little, but he quickly pushed the thought away.
Angel was stirring from sleep, body agitating with increasing frequency as Liam worked him. When his body suddenly jerked awake, hands yanking at his restraints, Liam didn’t stop…instead, intensified the suction…increased the rate at which his mouth pulled and sank, hoping to distract Angel from the protest he was sure to make.
“Liam—” Angel gasped and arched up, body bucking in pleasure. Metal rattled against wood roughly as he tried to free himself. “Lee, let me out of these fucking cuffs.”
Liam refused to look up at him, concentrating on the job at hand. “Hm-mmm.” Angel swore at the vibration around his flesh, hips flexing upwards, and Liam quelled the urge to snicker. Angel had always been a little ticklish when it came to that.
Avoiding eye contact, Liam laved down Angel’s shaft messily, enjoying the way Angel moaned and strained at the cuffs in a manner that had nothing to do with escape. He tilted his head as he sucked one of Angel’s balls into his mouth, hot and wet, tongue laving over the salty, lightly haired skin.
Angel arched up, head thrown back in a cry of surprise, and while he was distracted, Liam allowed himself to look. To appreciate the tight smooth musculature he’d developed since Liam had last seen him naked…the result of what Gus called the Repression Routine. He quickly looked away as Angel’s face turned towards him again.
“Lee….” His name was more of a moan than anything as he nipped at Angel’s sac, tugging lightly at the flesh until Angel’s breath was hitching. The acknowledgement of Liam made his head feel light and giddy. Made his cock flex.
He rolled Angel’s legs up, groping the thick muscles of his thighs as he rimmed the tight pucker, moaning when his brother’s body bucked in shock with a high, constricted sound. He’d never done this to Angel. He’d never done it to Angelus. Couldn’t imagine Gus allowing such a vulnerable thing, even cuffed. He’d picked it up…elsewhere.
Spike might be toppy, but he was a kinky bastard. Especially when he was trashed.
But Angel seemed to enjoy it, so much so that when Liam eased him back onto the bed and closed his lips around the excitement-flushed cock, Angel gasped like he’d been burned. And when Liam deep-throated him—remembering how his early attempts had always made Angel’s eyes roll back in his head and wanting so badly to be enough, to be more—Angel’s hips shot off the bed and he swore in a sob of surprise, and Liam had to squeeze off the orgasm slamming into his triplet’s body.
When Liam finally sat up, he met the face turned down towards his, flushed with lust and sleep. He crawled up the bed, laying his fingers over Angel’s mouth when he opened it to speak before replacing them with his lips. Angel made a plaintive little sound at the slow, almost innocent kiss, and it grew into a moan when Liam lowered his naked body, undulating his hips against Angel’s.
Liam got caught up in the slide of skin, heat flooding up from his groin as his cock slid against Angel’s on a film of their pre-come. They were both well on their way to frotting themselves to completion when he remembered his purpose and drew his knees up under his body. Before Angel could register his intention, he reached back to steady his brother’s erection as he bore down quickly, taking it into his own body.
One of them groaned. Liam had been ready—more than, and he’d made sure of that—but Angel had obviously been unprepared for this turn of events, and his body convulsed, jaw clamped as he fought for control, eyes flickering under his eyelids.
When the out-of-control spasms had gentled into trembling muscles, Liam leaned in to kiss him, accepting the teeth that sank into his bottom lip fiercely and welcoming the gentler slide of a tongue. They were both panting against each other, and when Angel’s eyes opened, they were hot and ferocious.
“Liam, unlock these cuffs.”
He flinched at the rejection, eyes closing against the gathering moisture, and shook his head. “No,” he murmured, in case there was any doubt.
“Lee—”
“No,” he repeated, soft but firm, rolling his hips to remind them both who was in control at the moment. Angel just had to remember…that it could feel so good. That he didn’t always have to do the right thing and…that life was better this way. Liam just had to remind him.
Gut churning at the knowledge that even in the heat of things Angel didn’t want him, Liam sat up, eyes shut against his self-consciousness as he began to ride him. God it felt so good. He focused on the heaviness of Angel’s breath, the little sighing moaning grunting noises he made as Liam undulated in his lap faster and faster. Angel murmured his name, and Liam could almost pretend that he wanted this. That he didn’t have to be forced into it.
That everything was different and they lived somewhere where no one cared that they did this. No one thought it was dirty and disgusting, and his brothers didn’t hate each other, and they loved him and let him love them, and things were perfect….
Liam took hold of his cock and began jerking himself, enjoying the fantasy and the real life fuck, slitting his eyes open to look down at Angel as he breathed hard and fast. Angel’s face was dark, intense, and Liam swallowed, unsure what he was thinking.
“Lee. C’mere.”
He hesitated a moment but then Angel bucked his hips hard and Liam cried out as it knocked him forward, and when his mouth was taken in a hungry kiss, he melted with relief. He moaned with surprise into the softly dominating mouth as Angel thrust into him, thighs straining for leverage as he maintained the pace that Liam had set, fucking him harder, faster.
Liam broke the kiss with a gasp, bracing himself so he could push his body against the strokes, hips clashing with Angel’s again and again as they worked themselves up to mindlessness. So good. Too good….
“Ah…Ang….” Liam reached back to fist his cock furiously, muscles coiling until they couldn’t possibly get tighter, and there was a moment where he was stuck on the brink, helpless.
But then Angel ground up against him, coming with a choked moan…looking right at Liam as he filled him with warmth. Looking right at him, murmuring his name.
Liam exploded.
Their hips continued to move restlessly together as they both came down from the aftershocks, Liam bracing himself heavily on one hand. He felt achy, already hollow as Angel’s soft cock slipped from his body.
It had been so good, but he knew it would never happen again. Angel was going to be so pissed, now that his head was clear, and Liam didn’t know if he could go back to the way things used to be.
Angel stared up at him inscrutably for a measureless length of time, while Liam chose to focus somewhere on his left cheek. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “Let me out of these cuffs.”
Liam cringed, anticipating Angel’s flight. “Angel, please, we don’t have to—”
“Liam. Let me out of these cuffs. Now.” Angel’s voice carried the weight of an aggravated parent, an impending threat clinging to the end of the sentence. Putting it off was only going to make things worse.
Liam sat up and reached for the key on the bedside table, unlocking the cuffs with dread. Preparing himself for getting kicked out. For getting left behind. For getting told he was too sick to be loved. Angel sat up and rubbed at his wrists, studying Liam’s face until Liam looked away.
When Angel lay back and stretched out his arm in welcome, Liam stared at him—confused and off-balance. “Angel?”
Angel’s mouth tipped up in a tentative smile, even though he still looked troubled. “C’mere, Liam.” When Liam still hesitated, Angel added, “It’s alright, Lee, I’m not angry. C’mere.”
He pulled Liam down onto the bed and rolled them until they were fitted together on their sides. Angel’s arm squeezed reassuringly at his waist, and his breath was warm and gentle at the nape of Liam’s neck.
Liam shuddered with a swell of uncertain emotion. Angel pressed a kiss to his skin. “Go to sleep, Lee. I’m not mad.”
He drifted off to sleep, not entirely certain he wasn’t dreaming already.
TBC
Title: Wayward Boys
Author: Mel (
btvslover82)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.
Previously:
Tears in his eyes, Angel pulled the sleeping boy—man—closer to him, feeling heartsick and grateful for the way Liam had never closed him out. He would let Liam into his bed. If this was what it took for his brother to sleep right, he’d give him that much until Angelus came back.
It was the least he could do.
Part 8
When Angel slept, he looked just like Angelus.
Liam had forgotten about that…how very much they all looked alike. Years had passed since he’d slept beside Angel, and in waking, his brothers looked nothing alike. So different in the way they talked…the way they carried themselves…their facial expressions and general demeanor.
But when they were sleeping, they both looked…warm. Safe. Like lions, big and fierce and protective. Liam thought about the way Angel had draped heavy, possessive limbs over him in sleep for the last four nights, unconsciously tugging him closer as he snored.
He ached a little, to think about it.
Angel would be a whole different kind of fierce when he realized what Liam was about to do. If it was Angelus’ wrist he was slowly closing a handcuff around, he’d consider himself a dead man.
Liam carefully threaded the chain of the cuffs through the headboard and back around, gently trapping his brother’s other wrist. He breathed a little easier when the bracelet clicked closed and Angel’s steady rhythm of breathing hadn’t changed.
He was so nervous that his hands shook just a little as he peeled Angel’s sweats off his body, dragging them out from under his ass as he tugged them down over his hips. Ang stirred a little at that, but then quieted.
Liam trailed a wistful finger along Angel’s shaft, heart constricting before he dipped his head to close his lips around the underside of his brother’s cock, sucking slightly on the edge of the head. Angel hummed and shifted, legs sprawling a little wider as his pelvis pressed upward in unconscious invitation. It was all so familiar, from another lifetime when they were all little more than children playing games. Ones that they thought couldn’t hurt anyone, until something inside of Angel shattered. None of them had come away unscathed.
Heart hammering too hard to play a teasing game, Liam angled the thick cock up towards his mouth and sucked on the reddish helmet, swallowing more of Angel as his tongue swirled at the familiar taste. The texture. It had been six years, but it was so familiar. From Angelus. From his dreams.
Angel moaned, hips rolling up into the sensation. “Ohh god…Liam….”
Liam froze, startled…even moreso when he realized that Angel was still asleep. Did Angel…dream about him? The thought made his eyes burn a little, but he quickly pushed the thought away.
Angel was stirring from sleep, body agitating with increasing frequency as Liam worked him. When his body suddenly jerked awake, hands yanking at his restraints, Liam didn’t stop…instead, intensified the suction…increased the rate at which his mouth pulled and sank, hoping to distract Angel from the protest he was sure to make.
“Liam—” Angel gasped and arched up, body bucking in pleasure. Metal rattled against wood roughly as he tried to free himself. “Lee, let me out of these fucking cuffs.”
Liam refused to look up at him, concentrating on the job at hand. “Hm-mmm.” Angel swore at the vibration around his flesh, hips flexing upwards, and Liam quelled the urge to snicker. Angel had always been a little ticklish when it came to that.
Avoiding eye contact, Liam laved down Angel’s shaft messily, enjoying the way Angel moaned and strained at the cuffs in a manner that had nothing to do with escape. He tilted his head as he sucked one of Angel’s balls into his mouth, hot and wet, tongue laving over the salty, lightly haired skin.
Angel arched up, head thrown back in a cry of surprise, and while he was distracted, Liam allowed himself to look. To appreciate the tight smooth musculature he’d developed since Liam had last seen him naked…the result of what Gus called the Repression Routine. He quickly looked away as Angel’s face turned towards him again.
“Lee….” His name was more of a moan than anything as he nipped at Angel’s sac, tugging lightly at the flesh until Angel’s breath was hitching. The acknowledgement of Liam made his head feel light and giddy. Made his cock flex.
He rolled Angel’s legs up, groping the thick muscles of his thighs as he rimmed the tight pucker, moaning when his brother’s body bucked in shock with a high, constricted sound. He’d never done this to Angel. He’d never done it to Angelus. Couldn’t imagine Gus allowing such a vulnerable thing, even cuffed. He’d picked it up…elsewhere.
Spike might be toppy, but he was a kinky bastard. Especially when he was trashed.
But Angel seemed to enjoy it, so much so that when Liam eased him back onto the bed and closed his lips around the excitement-flushed cock, Angel gasped like he’d been burned. And when Liam deep-throated him—remembering how his early attempts had always made Angel’s eyes roll back in his head and wanting so badly to be enough, to be more—Angel’s hips shot off the bed and he swore in a sob of surprise, and Liam had to squeeze off the orgasm slamming into his triplet’s body.
When Liam finally sat up, he met the face turned down towards his, flushed with lust and sleep. He crawled up the bed, laying his fingers over Angel’s mouth when he opened it to speak before replacing them with his lips. Angel made a plaintive little sound at the slow, almost innocent kiss, and it grew into a moan when Liam lowered his naked body, undulating his hips against Angel’s.
Liam got caught up in the slide of skin, heat flooding up from his groin as his cock slid against Angel’s on a film of their pre-come. They were both well on their way to frotting themselves to completion when he remembered his purpose and drew his knees up under his body. Before Angel could register his intention, he reached back to steady his brother’s erection as he bore down quickly, taking it into his own body.
One of them groaned. Liam had been ready—more than, and he’d made sure of that—but Angel had obviously been unprepared for this turn of events, and his body convulsed, jaw clamped as he fought for control, eyes flickering under his eyelids.
When the out-of-control spasms had gentled into trembling muscles, Liam leaned in to kiss him, accepting the teeth that sank into his bottom lip fiercely and welcoming the gentler slide of a tongue. They were both panting against each other, and when Angel’s eyes opened, they were hot and ferocious.
“Liam, unlock these cuffs.”
He flinched at the rejection, eyes closing against the gathering moisture, and shook his head. “No,” he murmured, in case there was any doubt.
“Lee—”
“No,” he repeated, soft but firm, rolling his hips to remind them both who was in control at the moment. Angel just had to remember…that it could feel so good. That he didn’t always have to do the right thing and…that life was better this way. Liam just had to remind him.
Gut churning at the knowledge that even in the heat of things Angel didn’t want him, Liam sat up, eyes shut against his self-consciousness as he began to ride him. God it felt so good. He focused on the heaviness of Angel’s breath, the little sighing moaning grunting noises he made as Liam undulated in his lap faster and faster. Angel murmured his name, and Liam could almost pretend that he wanted this. That he didn’t have to be forced into it.
That everything was different and they lived somewhere where no one cared that they did this. No one thought it was dirty and disgusting, and his brothers didn’t hate each other, and they loved him and let him love them, and things were perfect….
Liam took hold of his cock and began jerking himself, enjoying the fantasy and the real life fuck, slitting his eyes open to look down at Angel as he breathed hard and fast. Angel’s face was dark, intense, and Liam swallowed, unsure what he was thinking.
“Lee. C’mere.”
He hesitated a moment but then Angel bucked his hips hard and Liam cried out as it knocked him forward, and when his mouth was taken in a hungry kiss, he melted with relief. He moaned with surprise into the softly dominating mouth as Angel thrust into him, thighs straining for leverage as he maintained the pace that Liam had set, fucking him harder, faster.
Liam broke the kiss with a gasp, bracing himself so he could push his body against the strokes, hips clashing with Angel’s again and again as they worked themselves up to mindlessness. So good. Too good….
“Ah…Ang….” Liam reached back to fist his cock furiously, muscles coiling until they couldn’t possibly get tighter, and there was a moment where he was stuck on the brink, helpless.
But then Angel ground up against him, coming with a choked moan…looking right at Liam as he filled him with warmth. Looking right at him, murmuring his name.
Liam exploded.
Their hips continued to move restlessly together as they both came down from the aftershocks, Liam bracing himself heavily on one hand. He felt achy, already hollow as Angel’s soft cock slipped from his body.
It had been so good, but he knew it would never happen again. Angel was going to be so pissed, now that his head was clear, and Liam didn’t know if he could go back to the way things used to be.
Angel stared up at him inscrutably for a measureless length of time, while Liam chose to focus somewhere on his left cheek. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. “Let me out of these cuffs.”
Liam cringed, anticipating Angel’s flight. “Angel, please, we don’t have to—”
“Liam. Let me out of these cuffs. Now.” Angel’s voice carried the weight of an aggravated parent, an impending threat clinging to the end of the sentence. Putting it off was only going to make things worse.
Liam sat up and reached for the key on the bedside table, unlocking the cuffs with dread. Preparing himself for getting kicked out. For getting left behind. For getting told he was too sick to be loved. Angel sat up and rubbed at his wrists, studying Liam’s face until Liam looked away.
When Angel lay back and stretched out his arm in welcome, Liam stared at him—confused and off-balance. “Angel?”
Angel’s mouth tipped up in a tentative smile, even though he still looked troubled. “C’mere, Liam.” When Liam still hesitated, Angel added, “It’s alright, Lee, I’m not angry. C’mere.”
He pulled Liam down onto the bed and rolled them until they were fitted together on their sides. Angel’s arm squeezed reassuringly at his waist, and his breath was warm and gentle at the nape of Liam’s neck.
Liam shuddered with a swell of uncertain emotion. Angel pressed a kiss to his skin. “Go to sleep, Lee. I’m not mad.”
He drifted off to sleep, not entirely certain he wasn’t dreaming already.
TBC
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Date: 2007-03-12 07:47 pm (UTC)thanks :)