Daddy part 3
Daddy
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: A/S G/S
DISCLAIMER; They aren’t mine I just play with them
SUMMARY: AU Spangel. Buffy and Giles are married both in there 40’s they have a 15 year old son William.
WARNING: Under age stuff, non con, rape, daddy kink, I don’t know what else. If you're not comfortable with this then turn around and walk away...
Part 3
Will was warm, he was safe and he was surrounded by Angel; he felt protected by the man’s large body spooning him from behind, his arms holding him close. Will smiled at the thought that in his sleep Angel’s hand had crept under his t-shirt. Sighing contentedly, he snuggled closer to Angel and thought about the previous day.
After leaving the cinema, Angel had taken him home. That’s what this place felt like to Will, he may not have any belongings here, but he was finally home.
They had spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, crying, kissing and hugging. They had talked about everything - his life, his dreams, his nightmares. They had even broached the subject of his parents and he had opened up fully. The only thing they hadn’t discussed was what would happen next.
Will felt a shudder run through him at the thought of having to go back to that place and felt Angel instinctively pull him closer and nuzzle the nape of his neck. Sighing, Will relaxed again and started to drift back to sleep.
He was just dropping off when he heard a key scrape in the lock of the front door. Will elbowed Angel in the stomach, but only got a grunt in response. He elbowed him harder.
“Angel, there’s someone in the apartment,” he whispered.
“What,” came the groggy reply.
“There’s someone in out there,” Will said, disentangling himself from Angel and pointing to the door.
Angel’s eyes flew open and he scrambled out of bed. Will couldn’t help admiring the view of his tight, boxer clad arse and he felt his cock harden despite the possibility of an intruder. What was it about this man that had the ability to make him hard in a second without even doing anything?
“Quick, get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Cause the only people who have a key to this place is my parents and Cordy, ” Angel explained as he fought with a pair of trousers. Will quickly scrambled out of bed and started searching for something to wear, most of his stuff was hanging in the bathroom drying.
They both heard the front door open and the jangle of someone removing their key from the lock. Angel shrugged into a t-shirt and leaned across the bed, grabbed Will and gave him a quick passion-filled kiss before leaving the breathless boy standing there in his boxers with one leg in his jeans and the other in mid air.
Angel smiled at the sight, noting the bulge, and quietly opened the bedroom door, stood hands on hips and bellowed.
“Cordelia!!”
Cordelia screamed in fright. Will jumped as he scampered to pull on his jeans.
“Angel, that was mean,” Cordelia squealed after she recovered from the shock.
Angel grinned, “What are you doing here? Didn’t expect you back so soon.”
“Mum and Nan had another disagreement, got back last night,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. Noticing the clean washing up, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You washed up,” she commented in surprise as she filled the kettle.
“What are you doing here,” Angel asked again from the kitchen doorway, ignoring her comment about the washing up.
Cordelia swung round and gave him a beaming smile. “What, can’t I come visit my big brother every now and again?”
Angel knew better and just looked at her expectantly, arms crossed, foot tapping.
Cordelia gave in. “Alright, I needed somewhere to hide from Mum. She is driving me mad! The whole drive home and all this morning she kept going on about how we should spend more time together doing mother and daughter things. She’s driving me nuts.”
“So you thought you would hide here,” Angel quickly interrupted her mid flow, knowing that when Cordy got in her ‘Queen C’ mode there was no stopping her.
“Yeah,” Cordelia smiled “You want a coffee?”
“Please.”
“Ouch.”
“What was that,” Cordy asked.
“Yeah, about that…”
”You’ve got someone here,” Cordelia interrupted as she started walking to the bedroom.
“Yeah, we need…” Angel tried again.
“I wanna meet him,” Cordy said barging into the bedroom. “Will,” she squeaked, then looked from Will to Angel and back again with a rather confused look on her face.
Angel stood there looking at his feet shuffling uncomfortably.
“Hi, Cordy,” Will said as he pulled on a sock.
Cordelia recovered from the initial shock and looked at Angel. “What is Will doing in your bedroom,” she screeched accusingly.
Angel stood there looking dumb, trying to find the words to explain.
Will thought he looked cute, all lost and utterly loveable. He smiled and decided to save him. “Angel let me stay for the weekend.”
“Arha,” Cordelia harrumphed, looking at him suspiciously. She knew Angel was gay, but she always thought Will was straight.
Will began to become nervous under Cordelia’s scrutiny, then straightened as he remembered Angel’s words that first night. “Well, have you ever slept on that flaming couch, it’s a death trap. Woke up on Saturday and I could hardly move,” he lied.
“So, how did you two meet up,” Cordelia asked, deciding to give them benefit of the doubt and knowing full well how uncomfortable the couch was. She walked back to the kitchen and began making the coffee.
Angel smiled as soon as Cordelia’s back was turned and mouthed, “Thank you.” Will nodded in acknowledgement as he followed Angel into the sitting room.
“We met outside the cinema,” Angel yelled as he sat down on the sofa.
“You want tea or coffee Will,” Cordelia asked as she popped her head out the doorway.
“Coffee please.”
Cordelia turned. “What were you doing outside the cinema?”
“Trying to think of some where to sleep for the weekend, because someone decided to abandon me,” Will joked.
Cordelia entered carrying three mugs. “Yeah, sorry about that. Believe me, if there had been anyway I could have gotten out of it, I would have.”
***
“So, you are, going to give Will and me a lift home,” Cordelia stated to Angel as it began to get dark.
“Sure,” he said quietly.
Will felt his heart sink; he would have to go back. He didn’t want to, but he knew the time had come. The three of them had spent a lovely day watching the Sunday movie, chatting about nothing in particular and just hanging out. Angel had even got a few beers and allowed both him and Cordelia to have some, not enough to get drunk, but enough to make his whole body feel warm and jelly-like. Will sighed as he got up and started to gather his things. Angel stood as well, watching his boy pack; he had never felt so helpless in his whole life.
Angel dug his car keys out of his pocket and handed them to Cordelia. “Go unlock the car for me, while I help Will find his stuff.”
“Sure,” she said as she took the keys and slowly walked out of the flat.
As soon as the door closed, Angel grabbed his boy and pulled him in close.
“Don’t want to go.”
“Don’t want you to go.” Angel looked into the glistening tear-filled eyes and thought he would fall apart on the spot. How could he let his boy walk away like this?
They both knew they had no choice.
Angel cupped his boy’s head in his hands and leant in; kissing him with all the desire, possessiveness and passion he had in him. Will responded in kind.
Angel finally drew back, breathing hard and stared at his boy. Wills’ lips were slightly parted, his eyes closed and his face all flushed and glowing. Angel felt his cock jump at the sight and groaned. Will opened his eyes and smiled cheekily as he ran his hand over the now rock hard, jean clad erection.
“Stop,” Angel whined
“Don’t wanna.” Will started unbuttoning the jeans.
“Please.” Angel didn’t know if he was pleading for his boy to stop or carry on.
Tantalizingly slowly, Will unzipped the fly allowing Angel’s cock to spring free. Slowly, he scraped his nail along the vein on the underside watching in fascination as the mushroom head suddenly sprang free from the foreskin. Angel gasped and grabbed Will’s head and started plundering his mouth. Will groaned as their tongues dueled and gripped Angel’s cock, pumping it hard and fast. Angel whimpered as the sensation of his boy‘s hand pumping his cock filled him, making him lose control. Without thinking, Angel grabbed the front of Will’s jeans and opened the buttons with one hand, while his other gripped his boy’s neck while his mouth still plundered his sweet mouth.
Will stiffened and tried to pull away, when Angel undid his jeans.
“Please,” Angel panted into the kiss as Will’s cock sprang free, hard and weeping. Will relaxed a little and Angel took this as a yes as he curled his hand around the weeping erection, and slowly began to move his hand up and down. Will shuddered in pleasure; it felt amazing. There was no pain, only pleasure flowing through his body and seeping into every pore of his being. Will forgot about Angel’s throbbing cock as he drifted high on the waves of pleasure Angel’s big hand was causing to shoot through him.
Angel pulled back to watch his boy’s face.
“Open your eyes Little One, and look at me.” Angel knew Will was close and he wanted to see the look on his face as he made him come for the first time.
Will opened his eyes and looked at Angel. “Need to come Daddy,” he panted.
Angel smiled and scraped his finger along the slit and began to pump his boy faster.
“Come for Daddy,” he whispered.
Will’s fist clenched around Angel’s erection as his body began to spasm and convulse, shooting wet, sticky cum all over Angel’s t-shirt. Angel watched his boy’s face contort in pleasure while his hand gripped his cock; it was enough to send Angel flying over the edge, pumping his seed out to join his boy’s.
Both Will and Angel slumped forward, foreheads connecting as they stared into each other’s dreamy eyes.
“Mine,” Angel whispered.
“Yours,” Will sighed.
“I’m always here for you, you know that don’t you?”
Will nodded. “Come on, Cordy will be wondering where we are.”
Angel nodded, pushing his fear down and stood up straight, pulling his jeans closed. Will could feel the tears prickling behind his eyes. He didn’t want to go back; he knew he had to, but he wanted to stay here where he felt loved and safe. Pushing his emotions deep down inside, Will began picking up his clothes and stuffing them in his school bag again. He left a clean t-shirt out and quickly changed while Angel went into the bedroom to do the same. He was still nervous about how Angel would react to seeing the extent of his bruising and scars.
“Finally, what kept you,” Cordelia yelled as they emerged from the front door of the apartment block.
Angel and Will shared a quiet smile. “Sorry, couldn’t find my shoes,” Angel lied as he slung Will’s bag in the boot, and got in the car, slightly disappointed that Will was sitting in the back. He quickly adjusted his read view mirror so he could see his boy’s face.
Will was slumped up against the window staring out, absentmindedly chewing his thumbnail. Angel felt his heart begin to break at the sight, as he turned the ignition, willing the car not to start. Of course, it did and he began the tortuous drive to Will’s house, Cordelia’s inane chatter falling on deaf ears.
Angel pulled up outside Will’s house and they both climbed out, Cordelia staying where she was.
Angel opened the boot and took Will’s bag out. He desperately wanted to grab his boy, throw him in the car and speed off, never looking back. Sighing, Angel handed him the bag. Their hands touched and Angel suppressed the need to pull him close.
“You know where I am if you need me.”
Will nodded.
“Any time night or day,” Angel handed him a small piece of paper, “call me if you need me.”
Will nodded again, not trusting his voice as he slipped the paper into his bag.
“I’ll see you soon,” Angel asked, his voice full of hope and longing.
Will nodded, feeling a lone tear silently descend down his cheek.
That lone tear broke Angel’s heart.
“I can’t do this,” he croaked, his voice full of emotion.
Will quickly pulled himself together, wiped his face on his sleeve and leaned in close.
“Yes, you can and so can I. We are stronger than them, and they will not win.” Will was shocked that the words came from him, but they gave both of them strength.
Angel nodded. His boy was standing there being strong for the both of them and Angel drew on that strength; he felt his back straighten.
“I’ll try and come round tomorrow after school.”
“I’m off Monday and Tuesday this week.”
Will smiled and walked away. It was the hardest and longest walk of his life. He reached the door and dug his keys out. He daren’t look back because he knew he wouldn’t have the strength to go through the door if he did. He opened the door and walked in, closing it softly behind him.
“Hello,” he called softly.
“I’m in the kitchen,” came his mum’s voice.
Will popped his school bag on the stairs and walked in the kitchen. His mum was standing by the stove cooking dinner, spaghetti bolognaise by the looks of it. Will walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Smells good.”
Buffy swung round and glared at him. Will gulped; he knew that look.
“You’ve been drinking,” She accused.
“I only had a beer,” Will said quietly, his face going deathly pale.
“Where were you,” Buffy asked coldly.
Will didn’t know how to answer her question. If he told the truth he would be in for a beating, but if he lied and she found out about it then he would also be in for a beating. “I…I…” he stammered trying to find the words that would not condemn him.
Buffy’s face went red with rage. “Don’t you dare lie to me! I know you weren’t at Cordelia’s like you told me. Her mum phoned this morning looking for her,” Buffy spat.
“I didn’t know they were going away, so I stayed with Cordy’s brother, Angel,” Will explained quietly.
“Was he the one who gave you the beer?”
As Will nodded, he saw the hand swing back and watched in slow-motion as it flew towards his face. <> He didn’t flinch as the hand landed and his face began to sting, knowing any sign of weakness would just spur her on.
“You stupid boy, just like your father,” <> “Alcohol is the devil’s poison.” <> “Turn round, pull you trousers down and bend over the table,” his mum instructed.
Will began to shake as he saw her reach into the larder and bring out the belt.
“No mum please, I won’t do it again, I promise,” Will begged.
“Don’t make me ask you twice.” Buffy glared at him
Will looked at the floor and began undoing his jeans, tears pricked his eyes as he remembered the last time his trousers had been undone, by loving hands. He felt his cock stir at the memory of Angel’s hands on him. ‘Oh God, please not now,’ Will begged his body, but it didn’t listen. He stood there jeans unbuttoned, clutching at the waistband.
“Drop them now,” Buffy ordered.
Will closed his eyes and dropped his jeans, exposing his semi-hard cock.
“You disgusting animal,” Buffy screeched as she flicked her wrist.
The tip of the belt landed on the tip of Will’s cock and he doubled over in pain screaming.
Buffy took the opportunity to grab Will by his hair and drag him over to the table. Will grunted as his cock hit the edge of the table hard, sending waves of pain shuddering through his body. It always amazed him how, for someone so small; his mum could be so strong. Wills thoughts were quickly cut off as the belt landed on his bare ass.
“One,” Will began to count in a shaky pain-filled voice.
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“Two,”
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***
He could hardly move; twenty-five was the final count, before his mum stormed out of the house, leaving the now burnt dinner on the stove. Gingerly, Will stood up, groaning as fresh bolts of pain shot through him. Cautiously, he twisted round trying to see the damage, hissing in pain as the skin pulled. He gave up. It hurt too much.
Slowly, he bent down and pulled his jeans up, grasping the table for support when he accidentally rubbed the waistband over one of the lower welts. Will turned round and switched the cooker off and gradually waddled to the stairs. He stared at them as if they were Mount Everest.
This was going to hurt and he knew it.
Grabbing his school bag, Will began the long, painful assent. He finally reached the top and stood breathing hard. He looked at his bedroom door and then the bathroom door. All he wanted was to lie down and let sleep take him away from this place, but Will knew he had to clean himself up and inspect the damage. Sighing, he slowly waddled to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door before letting his jeans fall to the floor and kicking them into the wash pile.
He shuffled over to the sink, leaning forwards and staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy, tears stains streaked his face, and the bruising was starting to purple. Will sighed; he would miss at least another week of school. He filled the sink with warm water and splashed it on his face. Grabbing a flannel, he soaked it in the water then rang it out. Taking a deep breath, Will shuffled so he was standing with his back to the full-length mirror and twisted his head. He gasped at what he saw.
His arse was red raw, covered in small cuts where the belt had bitten into the skin, and a few of the deeper welts were seeping blood; those were deep enough to leave a scar. Will tentatively dabbed the flannel at one of the deeper welts that was bleeding profusely. He hissed in pain, but continued anyway. Will began to see black spots in front of his eyes; he leant forwards as far as his aching body would allow and breathed deeply waiting for them to pass. Slowly, he straightened up and once again began cleaning his wounds.
After nearly fainting three times, Will had managed to stop the worst of the bleeding and cleaned up as best he could. He slowly shuffled over to the toilet. He was desperate to pee and, as his wee began to flow, Will nearly fainted from the pain. He had forgotten that first strike. Cautiously, he inspected his cock and found there was a small cut running just over the slit.
Gingerly, Will waddled over to his school bag and kicked it to the door, not having the energy or the inclination to pick it up. He opened the door only a crack and listened. He did not want to meet anyone in the hall without his trousers on and he wasn’t sure when his dad was due back.
He stood listening for a while before deciding it was safe to leave and, quickly opening the door, he kicked his school bag as far as he could as he walked along the hall as fast as his aching body would allow. Finally, he was safe, or as safe as he ever would be in this house. He felt his legs begin to give way and he fought to keep them under himself, with his last ounce of strength. He kicked the bag near his bedside table and practically fell onto the bed.
Will fought to stay conscious as he dug into his bag, searching frantically. He had to have it, had to hold it. His hand finally wrapped around the small piece of paper and Will sighed in relief. He opened it and looked at the elegant handwriting as his eyes slowly went blank and he passed out.
TBC
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: A/S G/S
DISCLAIMER; They aren’t mine I just play with them
SUMMARY: AU Spangel. Buffy and Giles are married both in there 40’s they have a 15 year old son William.
WARNING: Under age stuff, non con, rape, daddy kink, I don’t know what else. If you're not comfortable with this then turn around and walk away...
Part 3
Will was warm, he was safe and he was surrounded by Angel; he felt protected by the man’s large body spooning him from behind, his arms holding him close. Will smiled at the thought that in his sleep Angel’s hand had crept under his t-shirt. Sighing contentedly, he snuggled closer to Angel and thought about the previous day.
After leaving the cinema, Angel had taken him home. That’s what this place felt like to Will, he may not have any belongings here, but he was finally home.
They had spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, crying, kissing and hugging. They had talked about everything - his life, his dreams, his nightmares. They had even broached the subject of his parents and he had opened up fully. The only thing they hadn’t discussed was what would happen next.
Will felt a shudder run through him at the thought of having to go back to that place and felt Angel instinctively pull him closer and nuzzle the nape of his neck. Sighing, Will relaxed again and started to drift back to sleep.
He was just dropping off when he heard a key scrape in the lock of the front door. Will elbowed Angel in the stomach, but only got a grunt in response. He elbowed him harder.
“Angel, there’s someone in the apartment,” he whispered.
“What,” came the groggy reply.
“There’s someone in out there,” Will said, disentangling himself from Angel and pointing to the door.
Angel’s eyes flew open and he scrambled out of bed. Will couldn’t help admiring the view of his tight, boxer clad arse and he felt his cock harden despite the possibility of an intruder. What was it about this man that had the ability to make him hard in a second without even doing anything?
“Quick, get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Cause the only people who have a key to this place is my parents and Cordy, ” Angel explained as he fought with a pair of trousers. Will quickly scrambled out of bed and started searching for something to wear, most of his stuff was hanging in the bathroom drying.
They both heard the front door open and the jangle of someone removing their key from the lock. Angel shrugged into a t-shirt and leaned across the bed, grabbed Will and gave him a quick passion-filled kiss before leaving the breathless boy standing there in his boxers with one leg in his jeans and the other in mid air.
Angel smiled at the sight, noting the bulge, and quietly opened the bedroom door, stood hands on hips and bellowed.
“Cordelia!!”
Cordelia screamed in fright. Will jumped as he scampered to pull on his jeans.
“Angel, that was mean,” Cordelia squealed after she recovered from the shock.
Angel grinned, “What are you doing here? Didn’t expect you back so soon.”
“Mum and Nan had another disagreement, got back last night,” she said as she walked into the kitchen. Noticing the clean washing up, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You washed up,” she commented in surprise as she filled the kettle.
“What are you doing here,” Angel asked again from the kitchen doorway, ignoring her comment about the washing up.
Cordelia swung round and gave him a beaming smile. “What, can’t I come visit my big brother every now and again?”
Angel knew better and just looked at her expectantly, arms crossed, foot tapping.
Cordelia gave in. “Alright, I needed somewhere to hide from Mum. She is driving me mad! The whole drive home and all this morning she kept going on about how we should spend more time together doing mother and daughter things. She’s driving me nuts.”
“So you thought you would hide here,” Angel quickly interrupted her mid flow, knowing that when Cordy got in her ‘Queen C’ mode there was no stopping her.
“Yeah,” Cordelia smiled “You want a coffee?”
“Please.”
“Ouch.”
“What was that,” Cordy asked.
“Yeah, about that…”
”You’ve got someone here,” Cordelia interrupted as she started walking to the bedroom.
“Yeah, we need…” Angel tried again.
“I wanna meet him,” Cordy said barging into the bedroom. “Will,” she squeaked, then looked from Will to Angel and back again with a rather confused look on her face.
Angel stood there looking at his feet shuffling uncomfortably.
“Hi, Cordy,” Will said as he pulled on a sock.
Cordelia recovered from the initial shock and looked at Angel. “What is Will doing in your bedroom,” she screeched accusingly.
Angel stood there looking dumb, trying to find the words to explain.
Will thought he looked cute, all lost and utterly loveable. He smiled and decided to save him. “Angel let me stay for the weekend.”
“Arha,” Cordelia harrumphed, looking at him suspiciously. She knew Angel was gay, but she always thought Will was straight.
Will began to become nervous under Cordelia’s scrutiny, then straightened as he remembered Angel’s words that first night. “Well, have you ever slept on that flaming couch, it’s a death trap. Woke up on Saturday and I could hardly move,” he lied.
“So, how did you two meet up,” Cordelia asked, deciding to give them benefit of the doubt and knowing full well how uncomfortable the couch was. She walked back to the kitchen and began making the coffee.
Angel smiled as soon as Cordelia’s back was turned and mouthed, “Thank you.” Will nodded in acknowledgement as he followed Angel into the sitting room.
“We met outside the cinema,” Angel yelled as he sat down on the sofa.
“You want tea or coffee Will,” Cordelia asked as she popped her head out the doorway.
“Coffee please.”
Cordelia turned. “What were you doing outside the cinema?”
“Trying to think of some where to sleep for the weekend, because someone decided to abandon me,” Will joked.
Cordelia entered carrying three mugs. “Yeah, sorry about that. Believe me, if there had been anyway I could have gotten out of it, I would have.”
***
“So, you are, going to give Will and me a lift home,” Cordelia stated to Angel as it began to get dark.
“Sure,” he said quietly.
Will felt his heart sink; he would have to go back. He didn’t want to, but he knew the time had come. The three of them had spent a lovely day watching the Sunday movie, chatting about nothing in particular and just hanging out. Angel had even got a few beers and allowed both him and Cordelia to have some, not enough to get drunk, but enough to make his whole body feel warm and jelly-like. Will sighed as he got up and started to gather his things. Angel stood as well, watching his boy pack; he had never felt so helpless in his whole life.
Angel dug his car keys out of his pocket and handed them to Cordelia. “Go unlock the car for me, while I help Will find his stuff.”
“Sure,” she said as she took the keys and slowly walked out of the flat.
As soon as the door closed, Angel grabbed his boy and pulled him in close.
“Don’t want to go.”
“Don’t want you to go.” Angel looked into the glistening tear-filled eyes and thought he would fall apart on the spot. How could he let his boy walk away like this?
They both knew they had no choice.
Angel cupped his boy’s head in his hands and leant in; kissing him with all the desire, possessiveness and passion he had in him. Will responded in kind.
Angel finally drew back, breathing hard and stared at his boy. Wills’ lips were slightly parted, his eyes closed and his face all flushed and glowing. Angel felt his cock jump at the sight and groaned. Will opened his eyes and smiled cheekily as he ran his hand over the now rock hard, jean clad erection.
“Stop,” Angel whined
“Don’t wanna.” Will started unbuttoning the jeans.
“Please.” Angel didn’t know if he was pleading for his boy to stop or carry on.
Tantalizingly slowly, Will unzipped the fly allowing Angel’s cock to spring free. Slowly, he scraped his nail along the vein on the underside watching in fascination as the mushroom head suddenly sprang free from the foreskin. Angel gasped and grabbed Will’s head and started plundering his mouth. Will groaned as their tongues dueled and gripped Angel’s cock, pumping it hard and fast. Angel whimpered as the sensation of his boy‘s hand pumping his cock filled him, making him lose control. Without thinking, Angel grabbed the front of Will’s jeans and opened the buttons with one hand, while his other gripped his boy’s neck while his mouth still plundered his sweet mouth.
Will stiffened and tried to pull away, when Angel undid his jeans.
“Please,” Angel panted into the kiss as Will’s cock sprang free, hard and weeping. Will relaxed a little and Angel took this as a yes as he curled his hand around the weeping erection, and slowly began to move his hand up and down. Will shuddered in pleasure; it felt amazing. There was no pain, only pleasure flowing through his body and seeping into every pore of his being. Will forgot about Angel’s throbbing cock as he drifted high on the waves of pleasure Angel’s big hand was causing to shoot through him.
Angel pulled back to watch his boy’s face.
“Open your eyes Little One, and look at me.” Angel knew Will was close and he wanted to see the look on his face as he made him come for the first time.
Will opened his eyes and looked at Angel. “Need to come Daddy,” he panted.
Angel smiled and scraped his finger along the slit and began to pump his boy faster.
“Come for Daddy,” he whispered.
Will’s fist clenched around Angel’s erection as his body began to spasm and convulse, shooting wet, sticky cum all over Angel’s t-shirt. Angel watched his boy’s face contort in pleasure while his hand gripped his cock; it was enough to send Angel flying over the edge, pumping his seed out to join his boy’s.
Both Will and Angel slumped forward, foreheads connecting as they stared into each other’s dreamy eyes.
“Mine,” Angel whispered.
“Yours,” Will sighed.
“I’m always here for you, you know that don’t you?”
Will nodded. “Come on, Cordy will be wondering where we are.”
Angel nodded, pushing his fear down and stood up straight, pulling his jeans closed. Will could feel the tears prickling behind his eyes. He didn’t want to go back; he knew he had to, but he wanted to stay here where he felt loved and safe. Pushing his emotions deep down inside, Will began picking up his clothes and stuffing them in his school bag again. He left a clean t-shirt out and quickly changed while Angel went into the bedroom to do the same. He was still nervous about how Angel would react to seeing the extent of his bruising and scars.
“Finally, what kept you,” Cordelia yelled as they emerged from the front door of the apartment block.
Angel and Will shared a quiet smile. “Sorry, couldn’t find my shoes,” Angel lied as he slung Will’s bag in the boot, and got in the car, slightly disappointed that Will was sitting in the back. He quickly adjusted his read view mirror so he could see his boy’s face.
Will was slumped up against the window staring out, absentmindedly chewing his thumbnail. Angel felt his heart begin to break at the sight, as he turned the ignition, willing the car not to start. Of course, it did and he began the tortuous drive to Will’s house, Cordelia’s inane chatter falling on deaf ears.
Angel pulled up outside Will’s house and they both climbed out, Cordelia staying where she was.
Angel opened the boot and took Will’s bag out. He desperately wanted to grab his boy, throw him in the car and speed off, never looking back. Sighing, Angel handed him the bag. Their hands touched and Angel suppressed the need to pull him close.
“You know where I am if you need me.”
Will nodded.
“Any time night or day,” Angel handed him a small piece of paper, “call me if you need me.”
Will nodded again, not trusting his voice as he slipped the paper into his bag.
“I’ll see you soon,” Angel asked, his voice full of hope and longing.
Will nodded, feeling a lone tear silently descend down his cheek.
That lone tear broke Angel’s heart.
“I can’t do this,” he croaked, his voice full of emotion.
Will quickly pulled himself together, wiped his face on his sleeve and leaned in close.
“Yes, you can and so can I. We are stronger than them, and they will not win.” Will was shocked that the words came from him, but they gave both of them strength.
Angel nodded. His boy was standing there being strong for the both of them and Angel drew on that strength; he felt his back straighten.
“I’ll try and come round tomorrow after school.”
“I’m off Monday and Tuesday this week.”
Will smiled and walked away. It was the hardest and longest walk of his life. He reached the door and dug his keys out. He daren’t look back because he knew he wouldn’t have the strength to go through the door if he did. He opened the door and walked in, closing it softly behind him.
“Hello,” he called softly.
“I’m in the kitchen,” came his mum’s voice.
Will popped his school bag on the stairs and walked in the kitchen. His mum was standing by the stove cooking dinner, spaghetti bolognaise by the looks of it. Will walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Smells good.”
Buffy swung round and glared at him. Will gulped; he knew that look.
“You’ve been drinking,” She accused.
“I only had a beer,” Will said quietly, his face going deathly pale.
“Where were you,” Buffy asked coldly.
Will didn’t know how to answer her question. If he told the truth he would be in for a beating, but if he lied and she found out about it then he would also be in for a beating. “I…I…” he stammered trying to find the words that would not condemn him.
Buffy’s face went red with rage. “Don’t you dare lie to me! I know you weren’t at Cordelia’s like you told me. Her mum phoned this morning looking for her,” Buffy spat.
“I didn’t know they were going away, so I stayed with Cordy’s brother, Angel,” Will explained quietly.
“Was he the one who gave you the beer?”
As Will nodded, he saw the hand swing back and watched in slow-motion as it flew towards his face. <> He didn’t flinch as the hand landed and his face began to sting, knowing any sign of weakness would just spur her on.
“You stupid boy, just like your father,” <> “Alcohol is the devil’s poison.” <> “Turn round, pull you trousers down and bend over the table,” his mum instructed.
Will began to shake as he saw her reach into the larder and bring out the belt.
“No mum please, I won’t do it again, I promise,” Will begged.
“Don’t make me ask you twice.” Buffy glared at him
Will looked at the floor and began undoing his jeans, tears pricked his eyes as he remembered the last time his trousers had been undone, by loving hands. He felt his cock stir at the memory of Angel’s hands on him. ‘Oh God, please not now,’ Will begged his body, but it didn’t listen. He stood there jeans unbuttoned, clutching at the waistband.
“Drop them now,” Buffy ordered.
Will closed his eyes and dropped his jeans, exposing his semi-hard cock.
“You disgusting animal,” Buffy screeched as she flicked her wrist.
The tip of the belt landed on the tip of Will’s cock and he doubled over in pain screaming.
Buffy took the opportunity to grab Will by his hair and drag him over to the table. Will grunted as his cock hit the edge of the table hard, sending waves of pain shuddering through his body. It always amazed him how, for someone so small; his mum could be so strong. Wills thoughts were quickly cut off as the belt landed on his bare ass.
“One,” Will began to count in a shaky pain-filled voice.
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“Two,”
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He could hardly move; twenty-five was the final count, before his mum stormed out of the house, leaving the now burnt dinner on the stove. Gingerly, Will stood up, groaning as fresh bolts of pain shot through him. Cautiously, he twisted round trying to see the damage, hissing in pain as the skin pulled. He gave up. It hurt too much.
Slowly, he bent down and pulled his jeans up, grasping the table for support when he accidentally rubbed the waistband over one of the lower welts. Will turned round and switched the cooker off and gradually waddled to the stairs. He stared at them as if they were Mount Everest.
This was going to hurt and he knew it.
Grabbing his school bag, Will began the long, painful assent. He finally reached the top and stood breathing hard. He looked at his bedroom door and then the bathroom door. All he wanted was to lie down and let sleep take him away from this place, but Will knew he had to clean himself up and inspect the damage. Sighing, he slowly waddled to the bathroom, making sure to lock the door before letting his jeans fall to the floor and kicking them into the wash pile.
He shuffled over to the sink, leaning forwards and staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy, tears stains streaked his face, and the bruising was starting to purple. Will sighed; he would miss at least another week of school. He filled the sink with warm water and splashed it on his face. Grabbing a flannel, he soaked it in the water then rang it out. Taking a deep breath, Will shuffled so he was standing with his back to the full-length mirror and twisted his head. He gasped at what he saw.
His arse was red raw, covered in small cuts where the belt had bitten into the skin, and a few of the deeper welts were seeping blood; those were deep enough to leave a scar. Will tentatively dabbed the flannel at one of the deeper welts that was bleeding profusely. He hissed in pain, but continued anyway. Will began to see black spots in front of his eyes; he leant forwards as far as his aching body would allow and breathed deeply waiting for them to pass. Slowly, he straightened up and once again began cleaning his wounds.
After nearly fainting three times, Will had managed to stop the worst of the bleeding and cleaned up as best he could. He slowly shuffled over to the toilet. He was desperate to pee and, as his wee began to flow, Will nearly fainted from the pain. He had forgotten that first strike. Cautiously, he inspected his cock and found there was a small cut running just over the slit.
Gingerly, Will waddled over to his school bag and kicked it to the door, not having the energy or the inclination to pick it up. He opened the door only a crack and listened. He did not want to meet anyone in the hall without his trousers on and he wasn’t sure when his dad was due back.
He stood listening for a while before deciding it was safe to leave and, quickly opening the door, he kicked his school bag as far as he could as he walked along the hall as fast as his aching body would allow. Finally, he was safe, or as safe as he ever would be in this house. He felt his legs begin to give way and he fought to keep them under himself, with his last ounce of strength. He kicked the bag near his bedside table and practically fell onto the bed.
Will fought to stay conscious as he dug into his bag, searching frantically. He had to have it, had to hold it. His hand finally wrapped around the small piece of paper and Will sighed in relief. He opened it and looked at the elegant handwriting as his eyes slowly went blank and he passed out.
TBC