Liam the Thief (1/2)
Title: Liam the Thief (1/2)
Author: thelastchickpea
Pairing: Spike/Angel (Spike/Liam, Spike/Angelus, sortof), implied Dru/Spike, hinted Dru/Darla/The Master, later implied Dru/Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17 (in Part 2)
Warnings: AU, Slash (m/m sex), possibly crack!fic
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, background story, or title. It's not for profit so please don't sue.
Summary: If the story of Aladdin took place in a kingdom where vampires reigned, crime was rampant, and Spike the Vampire Prince and Liam the Thief were both just looking for some love.
AN: If some characters have accents, it's because they grew up in a different kingdom :PI wanted to try writing smut before I write any in the other story and it evolved into this bizarre story The smut is not even in this half though, but I wanted to post it because just had a bad phone argument with my boyfriend and I knew the next piece might be a while. Poops.
Feel free to let me know about typos and constructive input or just that you're reading :)
Liam the Thief
Come stranger, you want me to tell you, don’t you? To tell you about the land in the desert, and of the vampire prince, the thief and the genie, do you not? Yes, yes, I thought so. Well, come, I do not tell the story for free…oh, it is worth far more than that….why so cheap? Ow, ow, put me down! Alright! Alright! I shall begin…
Once, long ago, there was land in the desert ruled by vampires. There were several ruling families, each of which had control over a different kingdom. Now you are probably wondering, how did this possibly work, yes? Well, the vampires did not simply feast off of their citizens, not the innocent ones anyway. But those who had been caught committing a crime? No matter how small the offense, they all suffered the same fate: sent to the prison dungeons where they awaited the vampire’s hunger.
Now in the Kingdom of Aurelius, the Master Vampire was a female by the name of Drusilla. Often underestimated due to her childlike nature, she had managed to edge out her competition for the throne, Darla, when their Sire, The Master, decided he had experienced enough of the earthly dimension and wished to leave his kingdom. He’d chosen Drusilla for her ability to see that which others couldn’t, a trait he knew would take her far.
Darla had, of course, not been very happy about his choice. Drusilla begged her to stay; she did not want to rule the kingdom on her own and all but worshipped the older Darla. Just to spite the girl, Darla left with the Master, leaving Drusilla all alone.
The poor girl wasn’t one for solitude, so when a young man with an angelic face and blue eyes full of tears ran into her one night - and showed no remorse despite that everyone in the kingdom knew who she was! - she instantly fell in love and followed him to create her first Childe.
The two of them lived happily and destructively together for almost a century, at which point Darla began to visit occasionally. She and Drusilla, much to the younger’s delight, finally made up and had achieved the intimacy they had so long ago. William, or Spike as the human plebeians knew him, did not particularly like Darla, but tolerated her because she made his princess happy. That is, until one day when Darla wanted Drusilla to come back and live with her and the Master in a far dimension, and Spike would suddenly have to find a mate, make a Childe, or be alone.
And now, let me change scenes for a moment. On the streets of Aurelius, we have Liam, a young man living as a thief, a very dangerous profession at the time. He had been caught once, in fact, when he was about eight years old, right after his mother passed away and his father disappeared. In an unseen event, however, Drusilla looked at him in his prison cell, and ordered the minions to release him.
“You’re not ready yet,” she cooed, “you are a little diamond in the rough.”
And this is where the real story begins…
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Spike rushed out of the palace in a rage. He did not want to hear Drusilla and Darla’s sweet murmurs about how wonderful it would be with the Master. Sure, he had an invitation as well, but Darla had given it to him with that look in her eyes, the one that he knew meant if he said yes, he’d better like being flogged.
And he - er - did. Usually. But not her kind of flogging.
Grabbing one of the special hooded cloaks that had been magically enhanced to allow complete sun protection, he snuck out one of the side gates and headed towards the center of town. Perhaps he could grab a little bit of human food. Drusilla didn’t have much of a taste for it anymore, and Spike really missed it.
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Liam practically soared from rooftop to rooftop.
Shit shit shit.
The Collectors, humans who dragged their fallen brethren to the palace, were right on his tail.
He dropped of the edge of a building and flung himself onto a nearby balcony. Running through the door and into the room, he was relieved to realize that his friend Fred’s laboratory was in the basement of this building. He half-ran, half-fell down the stairs and knocked on the door furiously until an irritated Fred opened it.
“Liam!” She scolded, “ I told you that I was working with very sensitive materials today, so it was not a good day for a visi-”
“I need in!” Liam pushed past her and slammed the door behind him. “They’re after me, Fred and they’ll be here any moment and - ” he could barely talk over his rasping breath.
“O! Why didn’t you say so! Um…” Fred looked around, trying to find a hiding spot for the large man. Seeing none with all her projects filling up the room, she opened one of the large cabinets below the sink and pulled the shelves right out of it, not giving a care to all the glass equipment that shattered on the floor.
God, I love this girl, Liam thought watching his selfless friend.
“Well, get in now!” She motioned to the cabinet and Liam contorted his body into the space. Fred shut the cabinet door, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and walked towards the loud knocking on the laboratory door.
“Hello?” She asked as prettily as she could.
“Yes, um, it seems there was a criminal headed towards your room, miss.”
“O yes!” Fred nodded fervently to the grey-eyed collector, “there was! He came right through, knocked all my glasses right off the shelves and jumped out the window! It was such a shock! I’m so glad you’re here!”
Liam cringed. Poor Fred was overdoing it.
“So sorry then. Um, are you alright?”
“O yes, thank you.” She smiled at him. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You have a cut on your hand.”
“It’s small, I’ll be fine.”
The collector gently held the injured hand, pulled out a pair of glasses, and brought it up to his face to inspect it.
“No, this could be dangerous, I’ll just patch you up in the washroom, if there’s one around.”
“Well, there is but you’re, you’re working and…”
“Yes, but he’s never done anything too bad, feel a bit awful we have to chase him at all, honestly. And your hand, I don’t want you to get an infection.”
The two of them began to babble back and forth as they left the room.
After a few moments of silence, Liam unfolded himself from the cupboard and walked back out onto the street.
The safe thing to do, of course, would be to call the day a wash and go home, but Liam was not one for being safe. Instead, he headed towards the marketplace, hoping to at least get some of the overripe produce that was left out on the street after the bazaar was over.
He saw a figure standing by one of the stands wearing an old-looking cloak. There was some sort of exchange going on between the cloaked figure and the merchant; it seemed as though the customer had no money on them to buy the food, but was promising to bring some later. The merchant of course, like any smart merchant in this kingdom, refused such an offer.
The cloaked figure turned away dejectedly and Angel saw his face.
Far from the elderly person he was expecting, it was a beautiful young man.
Oh, hello my boy.
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Spike hated this. Because of the fading daylight he couldn’t pull off the cloak to show who he was and he really didn’t want to vamp out. He was aware of how completely poncey it sounded, but he just wanted to be like he was before he became the Prince of Aurelius. He just wanted to eat some honeyed figs like his mother used to make and then sit down and eat alone instead of having another one of these insufferable meals with these vampire suitors who wanted to merge kingdoms. Penn, Dracula, Harmony (and how the hell she managed a kingdom was really beyond him) - he was just done with it all.
“It’s little William all over again, mopey and alone.” He muttered in self-pity. “Except this time without figs.”
He plopped down in a back alley near the market stall and wondered whether anyone could ever love him enough that he could be all they needed. Dru loved him, that he’d never questioned, but she’d chosen Darla and the Master. Not that he minded a little excitement and extra bodies in the bedroom, after all, he was a vampire, but just knowing that someone wanted him more…
“Hello there.”
Spike couldn’t look up and risk a nice crisping on his face, so he stood up and the looked the man across from him in the eyes. The dark, deep eyes, above which, well, above which there was an overhanging forehead but everything else just -
'e’s so perfect.
“I see you’re eyeing up the figs.” The man continued.
“Wot?” Spike tried to concentrate on the words coming out of the thin lips and the strong jaw.
Bet ‘e’s got such a sweet mouth.
“I can get you some, huh?” The man licked his lips. “We can share.”
“Sure pet,” Spike grinned, this one was fun, “I’d like that.”
The man waited until the merchant had turned around and then snatched a few of the soaked figs off of the tray and brought them over to Spike.
“You want one?” He held it out tantalizingly close, but when Spike tried to open his mouth around it, the man pulled it back a little and smiled devilishly. He then traced the fig along Spike’s lips leaving a coating of honey behind.
“Aw, baby, you’re all messy now.”
He pulled the fig away and brought his own lips up to Spike’s. He gave a light kiss and gentle bite to the bottom lip and then began to slowly suck the honey off.
Spike was letting out little pants. Fuck, this was torture. But so good. Even better than figs.
“God, you taste so good,” the man murmured and then began to slowly prod between Spike’s lips with his tongue, “Want to see how I taste?”
Spike wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders and put his all into finding out exactly how the man did taste. The figs dropped to the street, forgotten, and the man wrapped his arms around Spike’s back and gently pulled them both to the ground so that Spike could sit in his lap straddling him.
Cor, this was perfect. This was everything Spike wanted. This man wanted him and the hardness grinding into his own was for him and thank whoever this alley was getting dark and -
“You!” A voice shouted out above them. “Thief, you are under arrest by the law of Aurelius!”
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Liam gently pulled his lips away from the blonde man’s and loosened his grip. He didn’t let go though. When he was hauled away, when he was drained, he wanted to have this memory of this perfect one. Where everything just felt right.
I don’t even know his name.
“What’s your name?” he whispered to the boy.
“William, or Will.” The boy answered, “you can call me Will.”
Liam smiled sadly.
“I’m Liam.”
“We fit then, luv.” Will smiled. He didn’t seem to understand that in a dead-end alley with the armed Collector blocking the exit, Liam was about to be lead to his death.
“Alright Liam,” the Collector mocked, a tall blonde man this time, “time to get up and feed the royals.”
“But - ” Will sputtered, “ ’e didn’t do anything!”
The Collector nodded towards the figs on the ground.
“It’s not supposed to work like that though!” Will exclaimed, “I thought it was only for the big crimes and -”
“All crimes are big crimes in the eyes of this system.” The Collector grabbed Liam roughly by the arm and began to put him in handcuffs. “Complain to the royal family if you want. At least then you’ll be out of my hair.”
“I am the royal family!” Will shouted.
“You know I can lock you up there for insanity too, right?”
Will flipped back the cloak’s hood, went into full vamp face, and roared the two men in front of him into shocked disbelief.
Liam looked dumbstruck at the man he had wanted more than anything a moment ago. The Collector had bowed down on the ground, but Liam couldn’t make himself move.
It was Spike. The legendary, but rarely-seen Spike.
Will’s a vampire.
Author: thelastchickpea
Pairing: Spike/Angel (Spike/Liam, Spike/Angelus, sortof), implied Dru/Spike, hinted Dru/Darla/The Master, later implied Dru/Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17 (in Part 2)
Warnings: AU, Slash (m/m sex), possibly crack!fic
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, background story, or title. It's not for profit so please don't sue.
Summary: If the story of Aladdin took place in a kingdom where vampires reigned, crime was rampant, and Spike the Vampire Prince and Liam the Thief were both just looking for some love.
AN: If some characters have accents, it's because they grew up in a different kingdom :PI wanted to try writing smut before I write any in the other story and it evolved into this bizarre story The smut is not even in this half though, but I wanted to post it because just had a bad phone argument with my boyfriend and I knew the next piece might be a while. Poops.
Feel free to let me know about typos and constructive input or just that you're reading :)
Liam the Thief
Come stranger, you want me to tell you, don’t you? To tell you about the land in the desert, and of the vampire prince, the thief and the genie, do you not? Yes, yes, I thought so. Well, come, I do not tell the story for free…oh, it is worth far more than that….why so cheap? Ow, ow, put me down! Alright! Alright! I shall begin…
Once, long ago, there was land in the desert ruled by vampires. There were several ruling families, each of which had control over a different kingdom. Now you are probably wondering, how did this possibly work, yes? Well, the vampires did not simply feast off of their citizens, not the innocent ones anyway. But those who had been caught committing a crime? No matter how small the offense, they all suffered the same fate: sent to the prison dungeons where they awaited the vampire’s hunger.
Now in the Kingdom of Aurelius, the Master Vampire was a female by the name of Drusilla. Often underestimated due to her childlike nature, she had managed to edge out her competition for the throne, Darla, when their Sire, The Master, decided he had experienced enough of the earthly dimension and wished to leave his kingdom. He’d chosen Drusilla for her ability to see that which others couldn’t, a trait he knew would take her far.
Darla had, of course, not been very happy about his choice. Drusilla begged her to stay; she did not want to rule the kingdom on her own and all but worshipped the older Darla. Just to spite the girl, Darla left with the Master, leaving Drusilla all alone.
The poor girl wasn’t one for solitude, so when a young man with an angelic face and blue eyes full of tears ran into her one night - and showed no remorse despite that everyone in the kingdom knew who she was! - she instantly fell in love and followed him to create her first Childe.
The two of them lived happily and destructively together for almost a century, at which point Darla began to visit occasionally. She and Drusilla, much to the younger’s delight, finally made up and had achieved the intimacy they had so long ago. William, or Spike as the human plebeians knew him, did not particularly like Darla, but tolerated her because she made his princess happy. That is, until one day when Darla wanted Drusilla to come back and live with her and the Master in a far dimension, and Spike would suddenly have to find a mate, make a Childe, or be alone.
And now, let me change scenes for a moment. On the streets of Aurelius, we have Liam, a young man living as a thief, a very dangerous profession at the time. He had been caught once, in fact, when he was about eight years old, right after his mother passed away and his father disappeared. In an unseen event, however, Drusilla looked at him in his prison cell, and ordered the minions to release him.
“You’re not ready yet,” she cooed, “you are a little diamond in the rough.”
And this is where the real story begins…
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Spike rushed out of the palace in a rage. He did not want to hear Drusilla and Darla’s sweet murmurs about how wonderful it would be with the Master. Sure, he had an invitation as well, but Darla had given it to him with that look in her eyes, the one that he knew meant if he said yes, he’d better like being flogged.
And he - er - did. Usually. But not her kind of flogging.
Grabbing one of the special hooded cloaks that had been magically enhanced to allow complete sun protection, he snuck out one of the side gates and headed towards the center of town. Perhaps he could grab a little bit of human food. Drusilla didn’t have much of a taste for it anymore, and Spike really missed it.
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Liam practically soared from rooftop to rooftop.
Shit shit shit.
The Collectors, humans who dragged their fallen brethren to the palace, were right on his tail.
He dropped of the edge of a building and flung himself onto a nearby balcony. Running through the door and into the room, he was relieved to realize that his friend Fred’s laboratory was in the basement of this building. He half-ran, half-fell down the stairs and knocked on the door furiously until an irritated Fred opened it.
“Liam!” She scolded, “ I told you that I was working with very sensitive materials today, so it was not a good day for a visi-”
“I need in!” Liam pushed past her and slammed the door behind him. “They’re after me, Fred and they’ll be here any moment and - ” he could barely talk over his rasping breath.
“O! Why didn’t you say so! Um…” Fred looked around, trying to find a hiding spot for the large man. Seeing none with all her projects filling up the room, she opened one of the large cabinets below the sink and pulled the shelves right out of it, not giving a care to all the glass equipment that shattered on the floor.
God, I love this girl, Liam thought watching his selfless friend.
“Well, get in now!” She motioned to the cabinet and Liam contorted his body into the space. Fred shut the cabinet door, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and walked towards the loud knocking on the laboratory door.
“Hello?” She asked as prettily as she could.
“Yes, um, it seems there was a criminal headed towards your room, miss.”
“O yes!” Fred nodded fervently to the grey-eyed collector, “there was! He came right through, knocked all my glasses right off the shelves and jumped out the window! It was such a shock! I’m so glad you’re here!”
Liam cringed. Poor Fred was overdoing it.
“So sorry then. Um, are you alright?”
“O yes, thank you.” She smiled at him. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You have a cut on your hand.”
“It’s small, I’ll be fine.”
The collector gently held the injured hand, pulled out a pair of glasses, and brought it up to his face to inspect it.
“No, this could be dangerous, I’ll just patch you up in the washroom, if there’s one around.”
“Well, there is but you’re, you’re working and…”
“Yes, but he’s never done anything too bad, feel a bit awful we have to chase him at all, honestly. And your hand, I don’t want you to get an infection.”
The two of them began to babble back and forth as they left the room.
After a few moments of silence, Liam unfolded himself from the cupboard and walked back out onto the street.
The safe thing to do, of course, would be to call the day a wash and go home, but Liam was not one for being safe. Instead, he headed towards the marketplace, hoping to at least get some of the overripe produce that was left out on the street after the bazaar was over.
He saw a figure standing by one of the stands wearing an old-looking cloak. There was some sort of exchange going on between the cloaked figure and the merchant; it seemed as though the customer had no money on them to buy the food, but was promising to bring some later. The merchant of course, like any smart merchant in this kingdom, refused such an offer.
The cloaked figure turned away dejectedly and Angel saw his face.
Far from the elderly person he was expecting, it was a beautiful young man.
Oh, hello my boy.
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Spike hated this. Because of the fading daylight he couldn’t pull off the cloak to show who he was and he really didn’t want to vamp out. He was aware of how completely poncey it sounded, but he just wanted to be like he was before he became the Prince of Aurelius. He just wanted to eat some honeyed figs like his mother used to make and then sit down and eat alone instead of having another one of these insufferable meals with these vampire suitors who wanted to merge kingdoms. Penn, Dracula, Harmony (and how the hell she managed a kingdom was really beyond him) - he was just done with it all.
“It’s little William all over again, mopey and alone.” He muttered in self-pity. “Except this time without figs.”
He plopped down in a back alley near the market stall and wondered whether anyone could ever love him enough that he could be all they needed. Dru loved him, that he’d never questioned, but she’d chosen Darla and the Master. Not that he minded a little excitement and extra bodies in the bedroom, after all, he was a vampire, but just knowing that someone wanted him more…
“Hello there.”
Spike couldn’t look up and risk a nice crisping on his face, so he stood up and the looked the man across from him in the eyes. The dark, deep eyes, above which, well, above which there was an overhanging forehead but everything else just -
'e’s so perfect.
“I see you’re eyeing up the figs.” The man continued.
“Wot?” Spike tried to concentrate on the words coming out of the thin lips and the strong jaw.
Bet ‘e’s got such a sweet mouth.
“I can get you some, huh?” The man licked his lips. “We can share.”
“Sure pet,” Spike grinned, this one was fun, “I’d like that.”
The man waited until the merchant had turned around and then snatched a few of the soaked figs off of the tray and brought them over to Spike.
“You want one?” He held it out tantalizingly close, but when Spike tried to open his mouth around it, the man pulled it back a little and smiled devilishly. He then traced the fig along Spike’s lips leaving a coating of honey behind.
“Aw, baby, you’re all messy now.”
He pulled the fig away and brought his own lips up to Spike’s. He gave a light kiss and gentle bite to the bottom lip and then began to slowly suck the honey off.
Spike was letting out little pants. Fuck, this was torture. But so good. Even better than figs.
“God, you taste so good,” the man murmured and then began to slowly prod between Spike’s lips with his tongue, “Want to see how I taste?”
Spike wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders and put his all into finding out exactly how the man did taste. The figs dropped to the street, forgotten, and the man wrapped his arms around Spike’s back and gently pulled them both to the ground so that Spike could sit in his lap straddling him.
Cor, this was perfect. This was everything Spike wanted. This man wanted him and the hardness grinding into his own was for him and thank whoever this alley was getting dark and -
“You!” A voice shouted out above them. “Thief, you are under arrest by the law of Aurelius!”
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Liam gently pulled his lips away from the blonde man’s and loosened his grip. He didn’t let go though. When he was hauled away, when he was drained, he wanted to have this memory of this perfect one. Where everything just felt right.
I don’t even know his name.
“What’s your name?” he whispered to the boy.
“William, or Will.” The boy answered, “you can call me Will.”
Liam smiled sadly.
“I’m Liam.”
“We fit then, luv.” Will smiled. He didn’t seem to understand that in a dead-end alley with the armed Collector blocking the exit, Liam was about to be lead to his death.
“Alright Liam,” the Collector mocked, a tall blonde man this time, “time to get up and feed the royals.”
“But - ” Will sputtered, “ ’e didn’t do anything!”
The Collector nodded towards the figs on the ground.
“It’s not supposed to work like that though!” Will exclaimed, “I thought it was only for the big crimes and -”
“All crimes are big crimes in the eyes of this system.” The Collector grabbed Liam roughly by the arm and began to put him in handcuffs. “Complain to the royal family if you want. At least then you’ll be out of my hair.”
“I am the royal family!” Will shouted.
“You know I can lock you up there for insanity too, right?”
Will flipped back the cloak’s hood, went into full vamp face, and roared the two men in front of him into shocked disbelief.
Liam looked dumbstruck at the man he had wanted more than anything a moment ago. The Collector had bowed down on the ground, but Liam couldn’t make himself move.
It was Spike. The legendary, but rarely-seen Spike.
Will’s a vampire.