Bayou Boys

Authors: Pet & Foxhunt2blue

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~Part: 6~

Morning heralded the chirping of birds and the sun shining brightly. Liam rolled over hissing as he tried to escape from the ‘cheery’ of a new day. Rolling only caused him to end up groaning long and loud, gripping his head.

"FUCK!! OWW!! Fabulous…just fucking great, Liam. Fantastic. Good plan…get drunk, pass out, and everything will be fine." As he went to rub his temples he lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thump and a scream. "Never thought about the morning you fuck---did you?"

Whimpering from the pain his own scream had caused; he crawled to the door. With a flinch he knelt up unlocking the door, then stood slowly, one hand on his head the other bracing him against the wall. As he walked slowly to the bathroom, he paused, mumbling to the couch as he passed by.

"Good morning, Will." He continued down the hall to disappear into the bathroom.

William shifted on the sofa snuffling as he buried his face deeper into the cushions. "Mornin' pet..." he mumbled as he burrowed deeper beneath the afghan he'd confiscated the night before. "Sleep well did you?" He chuckled from beneath the pillows.

"Fuck off." Came the muffled reply from the bathroom.

Liam started up the shower as he swallowed some Tylenol dry.

Rolling off the sofa William snickered softly as he tossed the afghan to the side. Liam would shit a brick if he realized he'd slept on the sofa naked. Standing up he stretched and glanced down at his morning erection.

"So...shall we go help Liam out of the closet, luv?"

Wandering to the bathroom he carefully opened the door and slipped inside. Behind the frosted glass, he could make out the shadowy form leaning against the shower wall. Quietly he opened the shower door and slipped in behind Liam admiring the view as he did.

"Mornin' luv..." he whispered seductively.

Liam's back tightened a fraction, but only a fraction then he spoke. "And I repeat fuck off, but we both know you won't. So lets get it straight and hey…key word there. I'm not embarrassed you’re in here naked with me because hey…seen each other naked. And I'm in way too much pain right now to yell. So, this is going to work one way. Don't touch me unless you accidentally brush me and don't fucking stare at my ass or any other body part that may or may not elude to the fact your a big fat perv who can't take no as an answer."

Pouting William sighed. "I'll have you know I am not a perv and do I need to remind you that...YOU...not me was the one who decided that kissing was a good idea?" He reached for the shampoo and squirted some in his palm. "'Sides I'm just here cause I thought you might need a hand with scrubbing you back, pet."

"I've scrubbed my own back for a really long time so I think I can manage it ---thanks. And please don't remind me about the kissing my head is throbbing don't want to add my stomach churning." Liam groaned in exhaustion.

With a snort William stuck his head under the water and began lathering his head. "Don't say I never offered, peaches. By the way, I take offense to the stomach churning remark. Only bloody thing churning last night was your cock...oops...I meant your brain."

Liam snorted as well. "You know what? Years of friendship and you should know you'll have to dig deeper to get under my skin, Will. Sorry."

Glancing up with wide innocent blue eyes William pouted. "Who said I was trying to get under your sodding skin? Maybe in your pants, but never under your skin."

With a sigh, Liam picked up the shampoo pouring some into his palm and scrubbing it into his scalp. “Yeah…whatever works for you." Grabbing the washcloth he wet it then took the soap lathering it up.

"Well, since you've been such a right bastard to me, luv...least you can do is scrub me bloody back. Please?" William smiled innocently at Liam.

"Oh…Jesus Christ…you have to be joking. You followed me home, you stayed, you climbed in here and you ‘want’ me to scrub your back, when I have a god damn hangover?"

Sighing William raised one dark brow. "Do I look like I'm kidding, pet? And whose bloody fault is it that your head is ready to pop like a ripe grape?"

Liam turned glaring at William. "You know if I hear one more word out of you about blame…and the blame being mine…I will rip out your tongue, Will." Turning William around he started to scrub his back, trying to make it as clinical as possible.

William swallowed the moan before it rose from his throat. "’Bout ripped me tongue out last night..." he mumbled happily as Liam scrubbed his back, "...not that I'm complainin’, luv."

The scrubbing stopped as Liam’s answered softly. "Will, could we not…please…just not?"

"Fine..." William grunted as Liam massaged a particularly tight spot. "No more talkin' I could just scrub your back now..." he turned and blinked the water from his eyes.

Liam gritted his teeth, stepped under the spray rinsing the soap off, then opened the shower door. Stepping out he wrapped a towel around his waist. "You know what? I feel a bit better now so you just have fun. I have to get dressed and eat something." He turned away walking out of the bathroom, rubbing his temples as he went.

"Well now..." William glanced down at his neglected erection, "...ain't that the bite in the bloody arse, wee willie? Sodding git can't even come out of his closet for a good back scrubbing."

***

Liam growled as he yanked on a pair of black sweat pants and a gray tank top. Then he headed into the kitchen opened the fridge pulling out a gallon of milk, then turned to the cupboard retrieving the raisin bran. Getting a bowl from the other cupboard, he poured himself a bowl.

Casually William strolled into the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his hips. "Wouldn't happen to have some extra clothes a bloke could borrow would you?" He smiled wide at Liam.

"Bedroom, dresser pick out something." Liam grunted spooning a bite into his mouth.

Wandering into the bedroom, William dug through the dresser finding a pair of dark blue sweats and a white tee shirt. They both swallowed him, but he made due heading back to the kitchen, the towel draped over his head.

"Care to share the raisin bran being as I'm sure you ain't got any wheetabix."

Liam glanced up at William and had to stop himself from making any indication that William wearing his clothes was effecting him. He just nodded spooning another bite into his mouth.

With a soft grunt William flipped a chair round and straddled it reaching for a bowl and the raisin bran. "I miss London sometimes..." he sighed as he filled the bowl, then added milk stirring his cereal idly. "Wheetabix would be nice..." he spooned a bit into his mouth as he sniffed mournfully.

"Well, if you miss it so bad then go back." Liam simply stated. "I mean its not like we’re guilting you into staying or anything."

Looking up with wet eyes William swallowed. "Is that what you want?" He scrubbed at his eyes with the tail of his tee shirt. "’Cause seems like that you didn't miss me...guess you bloody well hate me...got my answer then."

He pushed away the bowl of soggy raisin bran and stood. "’Cause that's why I came back...came back cause I missed you something awful..." he turned walking out of the kitchen; his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"WAIT!!" Liam called out.

He stopped in the doorway and whispered. "Why?"

"I never said it was what I wanted, Will. Damn…don't draw conclusions to everything I say or do. Further more I don't hate you and I did miss you."

"Then why you acting like this? Is the idea of wanting me so sickening?" He sniffled, but refused to turn around. He didn't want Liam to stay with him because he felt sorry for him. All he wanted was someone to love him and in his heart, he knew only one person who could fill that void---his best friend.

Liam stood walking up behind William. "I don't know what you want from me, Will."

Finally, William turned his face streaked with tears. "I just want you..." his voice cracked, "...that's all I've ever bloody well wanted. Just you, luv."

"And you have me…" Liam whispered a bit firmer, but not in anger. "To a certain point."

"Do I Liam? Do I really?" He swallowed hard, one hand lifting to caress Liam's stubbled cheek. "Can't help who I am or how feel, luv. I just don't want you to hate me for it."

"I don't hate you for it. I just can't give you what you want. Yes, I know I was the one who kissed first--- okay? I know that. I don't know why I did it---all right? I just don't know."

William nodded. "Just promise me that this won't tear us apart...cause if I lose you Liam...let's just say I can't lose you." He turned walking into the living room afraid to hear what Liam might say next.

Catching up Liam grabbed William's arm pulling him around and into his chest in a gentle hug. "You’re not going to lose me bab…Will. I'm sorry about everything. My attitude…my words." He sighed. "You've been gone a long time. I've become less carefree…more bitter over the years, Will. I don't play fair anymore."

Snuggling into Liam's chest, he answered softly. "I'm sorry, luv. Sorry I went away...sorry I wasn't here for you when your mum passed. I'd do anything to bloody well change it…I can't though. It's the past, but I'm here now."

Liam settled his chin on top of William's still damp hair. "Yeah, I know and I'm glad you’re here…I'm so glad you’re here Will." They stood like that for a few minutes, neither moving nor breaking away from the hug until Liam patted William's back. "Come on let me draw you…or something. Show you my improved art skills over the years."

Glancing up with a sniffle William smiled. "You still draw?" His smile widened. "You know I still got that picture of Wolverine you drew for me when you were twelve. Wolverine was the best bloody X-Man of all time."

Liam chuckled. "Oh, yeah…him and Gambit. But yes I still draw." Liam moved into the living room picking up his drawing pad and pointing to the couch. "Just sit and let me do the rest."

William scrubbed his face dry, settling on the sofa, and pulling his legs up so his chin rested on his knees. Smiling at Liam, he hugged his legs. "This okay, pet?"

"Works just fine…as long as you can stay in that position for a bit of time." Liam picked up his pencil.

"I can do anything for you. Remember you saved me from those bloody bullies...least I can do is sit still for a bit." He chuckled softly.

"That's what friends do…love and protect…it's a thing." Liam smiled as he started studying William, taking in every detail, and preparing himself to apply what he saw to paper for the rough draft. When he was satisfied he lowered the pencil and began to sketch. His gaze drifted back and forth from the paper to William.

Quietly William watched as Liam worked. The only sounds in the room their breathing and the faint scratch of the pencil over the paper. He'd been told that he was a gorgeous man, but he's never quite believed it. Every time he looked in the mirror, he still saw that scrawny little boy with the rag mop of curls. He found himself wondering what Liam saw.

Did he see the boy he was or the man---the true man--- that he became?

Liam spent most of his time on the eyes that and the cheekbones never seemingly satisfied. He erased so many times he was certain the paper would tear if he did it again.

He sighed glancing up and just stared into William's eyes.

William's eyes had always been beautiful to him, breath-taking, even when he was a kid he’d thought so. Eyes that said everything and nothing, eyes that held all the emotions and then some. Eyes so deep and alluring they could get anything they wanted and more.

Yeah William's eyes were always something Liam had loved about him.

Liam stopped his eyes drifting shut.

God how could he think like this then profess what he had? Before, it all seemed so innocent---now though--- now he didn't know what to think. His whole life he thought he had himself figured.

Lover, fighter, and protector---a clear line for everything.

But since the other night looking back on things and hearing familiar voices, one in particular, he couldn't help but wonder as he looked at William just how clear those lines really had been. He rubbed his eyes banishing the thoughts for now just forging ahead with the drawing. He didn’t want to shatter this peaceful moment they were enjoying.

William noticed the way Liam looked at him and he saw what he thought was love in those dark eyes, but he also saw confusion.

He'd never meant to hurt Liam---how could he?

Liam had been so much to him. Brother, friend, and protector. Until that day on the road when the town bullies had him cornered, he'd never felt like he was worth much. He'd always been sickly since the day he'd been born premature.

His mum had often told him how much they had wanted children. How she had prayed to God for a baby to love and care for. His conception had been against the odds and when he was born almost six weeks early, the doctors had given his survival little hope.

Somehow, though he had pulled through it.

He'd never given much thought to a higher power, but in this moment, he hoped there was one. He prayed that somehow Liam would eventually accept the truth. It was obvious that Liam loved him, but having Liam accept that would be the hardest thing and William couldn't do that for him.

Only Liam could make that decision.

***

Another hour passed amibically and Liam finally held up the paper, blowing off eraser dust, then brushed his hand over the paper. Tossing it to William once he finished, he spoke. "See what you think."

Taking the sheet of paper in hand, William looked down in utter disbelief.

That wasn't him was it, he wondered?

That face and those eyes...

This man was beautiful, surely he wasn't that man.

"Th...This..." he stuttered glancing up at Liam, "...this is how you see me?"

"Ummm…yeah. After all, it is you. I don't see anyone else here do you?" Liam seemed amused.

Swallowing hard William smiled. "I just can't believe that's me. I never bloody well thought..." a single tear rolled down his cheek as his gaze meets Liam's. "Thank you, Liam." He sat clutching the picture to his shivering body.

Liam moved over to kneel before William. "Hey…you, okay? I swear I drew it to cheer you up…not to make you upset."

"I'm fine...I'm more than fine, luv." William smiled wide. "It's just I always see myself as that weak, sickly, skinny little boy. Guess I never really grew out of that in my mind. This is just so beautiful..."

Liam breathed a sigh of relief. "Good…good damn I was about to give up. Thought maybe I did too much damage to make up for it. I got this demon inside me I swear and sometimes I can't fix what I break."

"You didn't break me." William laughed softly. "I break me self more often than bloody not. Can't seem to keep my sodding nose clean most days. I'm glad I came, luv. Glad I didn't listen to me dad...all that crock about you being a worthless, drunken bastard..." he glanced up with terrified eyes afraid he's said too much.

Swallowing hard Liam looked down. "Yeah…bunch of shit that." Then he stood turning to walk to the window, his hands folding over his chest.

William moved to where Liam was standing and he laid his head against Liam's back. "I'm sorry, luv." He whispered. "Everyone knows what a bloody bastard he is Liam. I didn't mean to hurt you.

"It isn't about your prick father. He doesn’t affect me. I affect me and…well for once your father isn't too far off---alright?"

"Bullshit!" William snapped. "My father never liked you. He and mum always fought about you and me. He wanted me to be something I wasn't and he thought you were making me weaker."

"Maybe I was, Will…maybe your father is right to want you to stay away from me. God, Will…I had everything and it all just slipped away with one messed up move. All because I was careless and egotistical. Hell even after I could have pushed myself in school…made it the honest way, but no I fucked it up by being bitter. And not just bitter with me. Bitter with everyone that had what I never would. I sucked off da’ until he gave me a job. Hell I don't even do the best damn job I could. I slack; I fuck off and do whatever I want. I sleep around and I make my family worry about me. I drink and not just a little a lot. I'm glad Mom is dead because if I had to see her disappointed…I would kill myself."

William grabbed Liam turning him around so they were face to face. "Fuck him Liam!" He cupped Liam's face in his hand looking into those desperate dark eyes. "You didn't fuck anything up Liam...you bloody well didn't! Do you hear me? Shit happens to good people...if you hadn't had to face it alone..." he sighed softly. "You are a great guy and any woman would be lucky to have you. And don't ever mention hurting yourself again!"

"Stop hero worshipping me for five seconds. Just look at me and my life then tell me that again with conviction."

"I will any damn time any damn place!" William growled. "You are smart, talented, and you have a wonderful family that loves you so much! Dammit Liam are you blind because it's not hero worshipping not by a sodding long shot! This is your best friend talking. I love you too much to lie to you or myself!"

"Okay…then put the love goggles away. Because if you were my friend you would not forgive me like everyone else does you would fucking spit and spew about the shit I do that's messed up. But no…everyone lets it slide." Liam sighed, walking to the couch, and dropping on it. "It doesn't matter." He outstretched his hands. "Junction City is my life. Born here…will die here."

Before he could stop himself, William let out a frustrated scream. "Sweet mother of bloody Jesus! You are the most pathetic arsehole I have ever met in my bloody life! You are what you are Liam and only you can change it, but doing this ain't soothing your wounds! You want the truth? The unvarnished truth well then here you go! Your so busy wanting what you don't have you can't see what you do have! So you’re not the big, rich sports hero...BIG FUCKING DEAL! Your mother died Liam NOT YOU!!"

Liam went dead silent for what seemed like forever, and then he nodded. "See how you hit that nail on the head? Good job, William, I'm not pathetic I'm fucking realistic. Don't like it? Don't let the door hit your precious ass on the way out!"

"Fuck you, Liam Garrigan! Fuck you and the horse you bloody well rode in on!" William drew back his hand punching Liam in the jaw. "You wanted the truth and I gave it to you! You want to know something else Liam? Your mother would kick your arse if she was here, but she ain't...SHE’S FUCKING DEAD! GET THE BLOODY FUCK OVER IT ALREADY!" He turned and stormed across the room to the front door.

Following him Liam slammed William against the door his face blank, his voice ultra steady. "Why do you keep going for the jaw you little asshole?"

"Cause you’re apparently in need of some one to shut your sodding piehole up! BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! Poor me! Ain't like you’re the only one to lose shit! Do you ever get tired of whining Liam?! Do you?" With that, he spit in Liam's face with a growl.

Liam swiped the spit off his face smearing it along William's jaw. William growled again pushing Liam harder as he tried to push him off. Liam pushed back slamming him against the door.

"Stay."

"I'm not your bloody fucking dog! Hell I ain't much to you at all---now am I?!" William growled and squirmed beneath Liam's weight. "Maybe I will do what you said? Maybe I'll just pack up and go back to London? Being as I ain't got nothing here worth staying for you sodding bastard!"

Liam laughed mockingly. "Now baby…that just hurts."

"Sod off!" This time when he slammed his knee up it hit home. "Wanted me to kick you in the balls last night...there ya go! Delayed reaction!"

Hissing Liam backed off. He bent over breathing harshly for a few moments, then he laughed standing straight. Whipping around he reached out and grabbed a handful of William’s hair, pulling him towards him.

"God you get catty when you’re pissed, Will!" He pulled William’s body tight against his own. "Maybe if I give you a treat you'll calm down like cats do…hum? Think so?"

William snarled as Liam yanked him close. "So you want it now you fucker? I don't bloody well think so! As far as catty goes..." he elbowed Liam in the gut and stomped hard on his instep. "How's that for fucking catty you closeted fag!"

Liam only laughed harder and swept his foot out dropping William to the floor on his back. He dropped down on top of him spreading his arms above his head. Tilting his head, he smiled down at William. This scene was so familiar---a scene from the past. It became more so when Liam bent down to whisper in Will’s ear.

"The bigger bear is always on top. And since I'm your hero don't that mean I get special privileges? Because I don't know, it's kinda comfy up here. I guess it all depends on if you want to be on the bottom when we grow up."

Suddenly William's eyes widened as he remembered again that moment when he realized that he wanted Liam for far more. He squirmed beneath Liam gasping as he fought the iron grip on his wrists. "Yes! God damn you yes! For you yes..." his words faded to a choked moan as his hips surged up to grind into Liam's and he felt the rock hard cock trapped there. "Wanted you then! Want you now! Damn you I'll be anything even you’re bloody whore!"

Liam moaned, now way past caring his mind apparently on autopilot. His mouth caressed William's ear. "You knew then didn't you? You felt then what you feel now. Drawing me into your trap." He bit William's ear lobe and tightened his hands around William's wrist. "So young and swinging in that fucking tree watching me. Thought it was just you being you…the hero worship. It wasn't---was it? It was you desiring me---wasn't it?" He floated his hips down gently. "Wasn't it?"

"No...Yes...God damn you Liam!" William cried out as his hips surged up once more. "I didn't understand! Fucking bloody well didn't understand! I was to young, but yes I wanted you just didn't..." he gasped, "...understand how!"

Liam pushed his body down into William's keeping him pinned tight to the floor as he raised his head to look down at William. "You understand just fine now-- -don't you?" Then his mouth descended his teeth nipping at William's throat, his Adam’s apple, and then he licked a long harsh stripe back to his ear to growl. Panting harshly, their bodies were so tight together it looked as if they were trying to meld together.

"Bloody hell! Yesss!!" William bared his throat rubbing his hips against Liam’s as much as he could. "Understand I want you to take me...fuck me...make me beg! God please Liam...please fuck me!"

Pounding his fist into the floor Liam swore loudly. "FUCK!!" Then he rolled off William sitting on the couch and laid his head back.

"Jesus...God in bloody fucking heaven!" William groaned as Liam rolled away. "What the fuck now you sodding git!" He sat up his cock throbbing on the verge of pain. "What the hell do you want from me, Liam?! You can't do this to me!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I FUCKING WANT? AND I KNOW I CAN'T---ALRIGHT?!" Liam screamed scrubbing his face viciously.

"What your bloody cock broke, luv?" William ran his fingers through his hair. "’Cause frankly it felt in good working order just a second ago."

Liam covered his ears just shaking his head, and muttering. "Can't…can't…can't."

Standing he threw on a short sleeved tee shirt from nearby. Then he yanked a pair of light blue jeans over his sweats and shoved his feet into his boots without tying them. He grabbed his keys and turns to William.

"I need to go see someone. Please don't be here when I get back, Will."

With those final words Liam stormed out of the house, got into his car, and sped out of the driveway.

"Bloody git!" William slammed his fist into the floor. "Ain't that the biggest bite in the bloody arse...God he's gong to kill me with this nutter shit..."

His voice faded the tears finally falling down his face as he sat huddled on the floor, the house silent around him.

~Part: 7~

Liam pulled into the dirt driveway, if it could be considered a driveway, he thought. Getting out of the car, he stretched with a groan. An hour of driving just to come here and he wasn’t so sure it was going to help anyone or anything.

Ophelia had always spoke to him in tongues with her deep voice. It seemed much like her face, wiser than her years. She liked to irritate him to no end as well. With a quick knock on her door, he waited, his feet shifting nervously.

Coming around the corner of the little house in a swirl of rainbow colors, her bare feet covered in earth, and her arms filled with fresh herbs from her little garden Ophelia raised a brow chuckling low and smoky. "Ma Cheri... come to see Ophelia again? So perhaps you can be ranting and raving like the dark angel you are?"

She moved with a feline grace, her large dark eyes flashing in her caramel face. “Ophelia knew you’d be coming to see her soon." She stepped around Liam opening her door with another chuckle, her multitude of bracelets jangling. "Come into my web say the spider to the fly."

Following behind Ophelia Liam snorted softly. "’Phelia I don't rant and rave and I'm not dark. I think you’re more dark than I."

Throwing back her head Ophelia laughed long and hard. "I be a dark beauty---yes, Cheri? You be an angel though with the devil's temper. Your mama knew that when you was small. Why you think she call you 'her angel'?"

She moved through the shadowy candle lit interior of the small cottage leading Liam to her table. She placed the herbs in a basket on the floor, taking a seat she reached for a small wooden box.

"Now set that sweet ass down, cheri. Tell Ophelia what be bothering you." She smiled a wicked smile as she opened the box, pulling out a black cloth wrapped bundle. "Let's be seeing what the spirits got to say."

Liam sat, leaning back in the chair. "Where to start… where to always start? I never understood why Mom came to you like she did. Said you knew everything…and sometimes nothing. Which made a whole hell of a lot of no sense at all, but when she was dying she made me promise that every time I needed a strong force to save me then I would come to you. Just don't tell da’ I did it because then it would be all fire and brimstone. So lets just start where we usually do---hum? I tell you my life is spiraling out of control and you tell me that it's going just as planned blah, blah, blah, blah."

Chuckling Ophelia unfolded the black cloth on the table a pack of cards in the center. "Your mama was a wise woman, cheri. She know the spirits let us mortals know what we need to know. Hide the truth from our blind eyes when we not ready to accept." She picked up the cards and held them out to Liam. "You know what you must do. Give the spirits some of your energy..." her eyes glittered in the candlelight. "...let them know you, cheri. Like you don't know yourself so Ophelia can show you the truth."

Liam took the cards and began shuffling them. His eyes twinkled as he glanced at Ophelia. "You know maybe if you want to ‘not scare’ people in the future with your mumbo jumbo don't use the phrase ‘give the spooky cards some energy’---huh? It could turn some people off ‘Phelia." When he finished shuffling, he handed the cards back.

Ophelia rolled her eyes dramatically as she took the cards. "There be no---mumbo jumbo---as you say angel-boy. You be smart to heed the spirits. They don't be taking kindly to a smart mouthed bayou boy who think he be knowing everything."

She ran her slender fingers against the glossy cards, fanning them out. Carefully she pulled one out, flipping it over. "Ahhh...I see what your problem be, cheri." She lifted her hand to reveal a picture of a pair of lovers intertwined. "The heart be strong, but the mind not wanting to accept the need inside you, cheri. Why your heart chose this boy?"

Brow furrowing Liam sat further back in his chair. "I didn't chose…he just kind of fell into my lap. I couldn't not help him. It wasn't a big deal ‘Phelia."

"Oh, but it be a big deal...he be everything your heart want..." her eyes sparkled as her fingers danced over the cards. "No one soul just drop from the sky in your lap. There be many ways for the soul to find its mate ma cheri."

She slid out another card flipping it over. Three women sitting at a spinning wheel---a girl, a mature woman, and an elder woman. "The spirits speak to me now...speak of the past, the present, the future...you chose him long ago, cheri. Why him...why you protect the innocent one from the devil's hand?" Ophelia glanced up her eyes narrowing.

Liam averted his gaze from Ophelia’s. "I told you. I couldn't not help him. They were beating him up and I saved him end of story. Then I walked him home and I realized he was a good kid so he became my friend. All this shit about true love, fate, and destiny. All this shit you spill every time I come here. I don't believe it and I don't think it applies to Will and me."

Clucking softly, she reached across the table grasping his chin and forcing him to look at her. "The wheel be spinning angel-boy...try to stop it spinning like trying to pull the stars from the sky---non?"

"I'm not stopping or attempting to stop anything ‘Phelia. There isn't anything to stop."

She shook her head laughing. "Next card be you, cheri." She slid it out flipping it over to reveal a fresh faced youth dancing on the edge of a cliff.

"The spirits know you better than you be thinking...they know you for the fool you be. You try to forget...try to ignore what is in front of you. You ever wonder why you declare you love this boy...this, Will?"

At that, Liam straightened up crossing his arms. "So what of it? Love isn't something that was wrong in my family. I love you…you love me. No one has an issue with saying it. So Will and me got close and hey I told him I loved him and I do. It's easy and simple and I have no reason to think it's anything but what it is."

With a soft sigh, Ophelia chuckled. "Cheri do you not be hearing what you say? That ‘love’ it be singing in your words...you be right angel-boy. It be easy...it be simple..." she flipped another card this one of a stiff regal figure bearing a crown. "The emperor he be standing in your love’s way, but what be standing in your way? He be needing you...this man don't want to be letting your boy go. He be an angry one the emperor...thinks ill of you, yet the boy be flaunting his authority in his face. He be ignoring what the man tells him. He be coming to you to show he is free."

"You think this is because I'm afraid of Will's dad." Liam snorted. "God you’re so far off with that one it's amazing ‘Phelia. I'm not afraid of Will's dad."

"Naw, cheri..." she grinned, "...the boy he be afraid, but even though he afraid he dare to show you how he feel. So what be your fear, cheri? What make you deny what your heart knows?"

Liam stood up far to fast, screaming. "GOD DAMN IT!! ‘Phelia I'm not fearing, not denying. I'm straight. I have always been straight. Why the hell would I just ‘poof!’ change ‘Phelia?! It's insane and stupid to think it's that easy and doable. It doesn't mean anything. None of this does."

Ophelia's face went hard and cold at Liam's outburst. She flipped another card---this one of a man fighting a lion in a darkened cave. "You see this? Do you foolish boy?"

"Yes, I see it!" Liam spit.

"You fight like this one..." her voice was a cold hiss. "You be fighting yourself angel-boy. You think you say 'it don't matter' then so it be? Well you be wrong ‘fool’ and I know your mama raised no fool. The spirits say you can't be winning until you overcome this fear. You love this one like no other. You be loving him from the moment you look in his eyes. But you fear that love...fear you lose him like you lose your mama." The look in her eyes dared him to deny the words she had spoken. "You be pushing him away to keep him safe. What you be doing is killing him."

Liam turned away deflated at those words, wrapping his arms around himself as he whispered softly. "He's still a guy ‘Phelia doesn't matter how I feel about that he's still a guy."

Standing Ophelia moved around the table, a single card between her slender fingers, and moved to Liam's side. She lifted her empty hand cupping Liam's chin gently--- lifting his face---so their eyes meet.

"Ma cheri..." she whispered, "...the spirits blessed you with the greatest of loves. So many of we mortals never can be saying that. The soul, the heart it not be knowing the difference between male and female. The heart not be caring and the soul don't be understanding the boundaries we foolish mortals set."

She lowered her hand taking Liam's in hers and turning it palm up. Gently she placed the card face up in his palm. A man hanging from one leg in an obviously painful position, yet his face showed only peace and joy.

"Sometimes we be needing to sacrifice what we have known for something far greater. Something that will be bringing a peace to our troubled souls that we never be thinking we would find. Love is love angel-boy it not be knowing the confines of the male or female---it just is."

Liam turned the card repeatedly in his hand, and then he looked up at Ophelia. "I left him cold more than a couple times now. Said stuff to him that wasn't very nice. I acted like a typical hick closed-off bastard. Told him not to be in my house when I got back."

He turned back towards the table picking up the ‘lovers’ card as outside a storm started brewing. Thunder clapped and roared as the rain began to pour.

"And God it seems has it out for me, too."

Ophelia smiled up at Liam her hand going to caress the crucifix around her neck. "God always got a plan angel- boy. He don't be hurting his children...he only guides us. Sometimes he be giving us a kick in the ass." Her gaze shifted to the doorway and the storm beyond it. "You know why the old swamp folks pray for rain on their children's wedding day?"

"Why?" Liam asked.

"Cause ma cheri...the rain is God's way of blessing a union. It washes away the past and all the foolish mistakes we make. It purifies us and gives us a new beginning so our love will flourish and grow." She looked back up at Liam and her smile widened. "God is giving you his blessing."

Liam returned her smile setting the card down, then placed a kiss on Ophelia's cheek. "Well, then I better get good and soaked and hurry my ass up before my love up and locks me out of his heart then. Thank you ‘Phelia."

"No need for thanks." She chuckled softly. "You just get that sweet ass moving angel-boy. I be sure your boy could never lock you out. Now go..." she pushed him towards the door, "...and you be letting an old voodoo lady know how that blessing works out."

"I will!" Liam called over his shoulder as he ran back to his car not even bothering with the top.

***

Liam’s car roared down the muddy road, he even broke several laws, including running several red lights once he was back on the main road. He figured a ticket was more than worth it. He managed to make it back into town without a wreck or a ticket though. Turning the wheel, he headed into Spanish Moss Estates jerking the car into the driveway of the LaCroix residence. The one place he never thought he would ever go.

Shutting the engine off he threw his soaked jacket on to the seat then walked to the front door---soaked to the bone, dripping, and pounded on the door.

"MARY!! WILL!! ANYONE!!"

***

Will heard the sound of pounding as he exited the shower upstairs and wondered what fool was bloody well out in this storm. Wrapping himself in the robe from the hook on the back of the door he grabbed a towel scrubbing at his head as he wandered into the bedroom.

On the bed was his suitcase almost completely packed. He gave it a cursory glance, then headed downstairs still rubbing his wet hair Precious yapping at his heels happily.

"Alright! Alright!" he yelled as he fumbled with the doorknob yanking the door open. "What the bloody hell is the sodding rush..." he stopped as he looked up from beneath the towel to see Liam standing there, fists still raised, and soaked to the skin.

Panting Liam looked into William's eyes. "Going to let me in or do you want me to catch my death out here?"

William snorted. "Come...go...what does it matter you bloody git..." he turned moving into the house as he fought the tears that were rising in his throat. "Doesn't right well matter to me."

He headed to the kitchen hoping to God that Mary had stocked up on beer before he gave her the day off. Because frankly he needed a sodding drink, he thought.

Liam walked inside shutting the door behind him, yet not following William, but talking loud enough so he could hear. "Ophelia…I went to see Ophelia. You remember her--- right? She used to be the spooky swamp lady that did the voodoo and spoke in tongues. Well she isn't nearly as spooky and a heck of a lot prettier than we imagined. She was one of my mom's best friends. When I get messed up too bad for even myself to take, I go see her. Well, I went and she told me all the things she usually does and then some. I went to have it confirmed that this is all crazy and untrue. No such thing as fate, destiny and true love at least not like this."

He heard William groan, but he kept talking. "I didn't have a reason then, you have no reason now. My family used love like salt it was so common. But ‘Phelia she thinks it means so ‘much’ more in our case. Thinks there's some reason---some fateful reason---for everything. Why I picked you, saved you, protected you, and said I loved you. I told her there wasn't it was just the right time and place that…that was all there was to it."

He waited wanting to see what his confession would do before he continued. Even knowing half of what he had said wasn't what he believed anymore.

William returned from the kitchen a beer in one hand a frown marring his smooth brow. "Ophelia...since when do you believe anything that bloody voodoo queen has to say? 'Sides I'm busy...Liam." He gritted out the name as if it left a bad taste on his tongue. "I'm doing exactly what you wanted me to do. I'll be out of your bloody hair and this sodding town by tomorrow afternoon." He took a swig of beer and headed for the stairs. "Now if you'll excuse me I got some bloody packing to finish."

He whistled and Precious came running from the kitchen. The little dog paused to look at Liam a tiny whimper escaping her. Liam bent down and scratched under Precious' chin as he softly spoke to William's back.

"I'm not done you know. Haven't got to the high point yet."

"Oh..." William turned with a dramatic flourish of his arms, "...well... excuse me. The bloody poof hasn't finished! Well get on with it then!"

"God you’re sexy when you’re angry." Liam whispered, then he shook himself to get back on task. "Anyway just had to get the rest of that out in front of you. Because she released all the demons, then I drove here driven by God's blessing---well at least according to Ophelia. So now I'm purified outside and in. So, let me try this again. This isn't crazy or untrue there is such a thing as fate, destiny, and true love, ‘especially’ in our case Will. I always had a reason…several in fact."

Liam’s gaze moved over William's body.

"More now, too."

Then he lifted his gaze to William's.

"There's a fateful reason for us, I picked you, saved you, and protected you for a reason. I said I loved you for a reason…not just, because you were my friend. I said it because even if I was too young to under-stand it I knew you were the one for me, the one to complete me, make me endlessly fucking happy no matter if I was rich or dirt poor. I loved everything about you, William. The only thing time did even if it was time away from you was increase it. I don't care if you’re a guy Will; hell my body has proved that more than once. I just had to let my brain catch up."

"So that's it?" William raised one dark brow. "One visit to the voodoo bitch and you expect me to forget?"

He lifted his hand as if to take a drink, but instead threw the bottle as hard as he could at Liam. It hit the floor below just a few inches from Liam's toes with a loud explosion of shattering glass.

"You scream and curse me!" He took a step down his fists clenched at his sides. "You say some right bloody nasty shit and demand I leave your house! Then one little visit to the boogity-boo swamp hag and you think I'll just forgive your sorry arse?! Well...FUCK YOU!" He turned away starting up the stairs.

"I never said a word about that---now did I? I just wanted you to know I wasn't scared anymore. And I want you to know I'm sorry…I'm sorry I was such a fucking asshole, Will." Liam gently whispered.

Pausing at the top of the stairs William’s shoulders slumped as he ran his fingers through his wet curls. "All I ever wanted was for you to love me..." his voice was soft and hurt. "You were everything to me...every bloody fucking thing in my tiny world. Never understood why 'til I got a bit older. Thought I was twisted... sick..." he turned with angry tears shimmering in his wide cobalt eyes. "I came back...I crossed the sodding ocean for you and all I got for my trouble was a broken heart. It's too late, Liam. Too late for sorry...get out."

He pointed to the door with a trembling hand. "Just get out and leave me the bloody fuck alone."

Liam shook his head and started up the stairs slowly. "Not going anywhere."

"Fine!" William snapped, the tears trickling down his face. "Go...stay...just leave me the bloody hell alone. I got packing to finish." He turned heading down the hall towards his room.

"You’re not leaving." Liam followed.

"Yeah...whatever the fuck!" William yelled over his shoulder.

Liam grabbed William's arm. "And did I mention stop walking away from me."

Turning with a roar of anger William glared at Liam. "Get your bloody fucking hands off me!"

"No." Liam answered calmly.

William's face flushed, his eyes flashing as he yanked his arm back desperately.

"What?! What the bloody fuck do you want?!"

"It's not for us to play checkers that's for sure."

"Then what?" William struggled in Liam's iron grip. "I told you I'm leaving you sodding, git!"

"No…you’re...not." Liam pulled William a bit closer. "Or did you forget I'm the bigger bear already and what I say goes."

"FUCK...YOU!!!" William roared as Liam yanked him close. "I'm not yours!"

"Sure whatever you want, baby." Liam turned heading towards William's bedroom dragging him along as he went.

Digging his bare toes into the carpet William wailed and screamed in anger. "Let me the fuck go you bloody bastard!"

Struggling he grabbed at anything within reach as he was forcefully pulled down the hall. His fingers slipped across the silk wallpaper and he knocked over the Tiffany vase--- his mother's favorite---from the small table in the hall.

"Now look what you've gone and made me do you sodding poof!"

"Well, then stop flailing like a woman! Just because you’re gay doesn't mean you’re feminine."

Liam wiggled a brow as he opened William's bedroom door. He turned, then eyeballing William up. He was able to see most of his body now that the robe was hanging open and he smirked.

"Clearly."

"I am not 'flailing' like a woman!" William growled. "And further more you bloody twit! If you weren't dragging me about like one of Precious' chew toys I would not be breaking things!"

"Tried it the easy way. You’re being snippy so now we do it the hard way. Which could or could not prove to be fun. Not sure yet will tell you once we get started." Liam pulled William into his room and shut the door turning the lock, then dragging---a by now very pissed off---William toward his own bed.

"What the bloody hell do you think your doing you great lummox!" William snarled as he fought and tried to tighten his robe shut at the same time.

"I thought that would be obvious." Liam pushed William onto the bed and reached for the hem of his wet tee shirt, then pulled it up over his head, dropping it to the floor with a plop, then went for his belt buckle.

Scrambling over the open suitcase William snarled. "Not in this sodding lifetime you ain't!"

Liam rolled his eyes pushing the suitcase off the bed and onto the floor. Grabbing William’s arm he pulled him to the edge of the bed, his hand firmly wrapped around his wrist.

"It has to be in this lifetime because these pants are really starting to chafe." Liam slid his zipper down with his free hand and guided William’s hand into his pants with the other. "See?" He whispered breathlessly.

Eyes going wide William gasped as his hand brushed the throbbing hardness that had been previously trapped in Liam's soaked jeans.

"Bloody hell!" He squeaked trying to pull away.

Liam held his hand tighter shaking his head. "Stay."

"Do I look like fucking Precious the rat to you?!" William squirmed uncomfortably. "I am not...I repeat! AM NOT! Your personal fuck toy!"

"That's because you haven't let me fuck you yet." Liam whispered softly as he moved William’s hand further down his cock, then back up.

William's brows shot up into his hairline. "And what bloody well makes you think 'that' is going anywhere near 'me'!"

"You do." Liam pushed one knee onto the bed kneeling over William halfway, then used his free hand to slide the robe to the side revealing William's rock hard cock. His hand ghosted over the length. "See?"

A shiver ran through William's already trembling body and he whimpered at the feel of Liam touching his cock for the first time. "Hate you..." he gasped, "...bloody well...hate you." His eyes drifted shut as his hips surged up into Liam's gently caress.

Liam lips pressed against William as he whispered. "Show me just how much."

A deep moan rose in William's throat as he rubbed against Liam like a giant cat. "...God...shit you bloody bastard..."

He lifted his legs wrapping them around Liam's hips and humping up as he deepened the kiss. He squirmed and whimpered as he tried to free his arms from the robe sleeves.

Helping William out of the robe Liam tossed it aside next to his own damp tee shirt. His wet pants, though with some effort, were kicked off and to the side along with his boots. He crawled further over William's body and meshed them together for the first time---completely naked. A deep moan escaped his lips and he sucked William's tongue into his mouth desperate for more of this newfound pleasure.

Wrapping his arms around Liam his fingers played across the smooth slick expanse of muscled back. All he had ever wanted was this and his gut told him to sink into Liam. Become one with him. He pulled out of that deep erotic kiss with a gasp and opened his eyes looking into Liam's.

"Fuck me..." he whispered, "...God please...fuck me, Liam."

Liam pushed William’s legs apart, then lifted his hips up so that his ass was lined up with his crotch. He began slowly rubbing his cock along William’s silken crease.

"Patience I don't want to hurt you---will I hurt you?"

Whimpering William swallowed hard as he felt that sweet cock rubbing along his ass. "Lube..." he gasped, "...got to...have lube...oh, fuck Liam...bastard! Fucking hurry! Night stand!" His fingers clawed at the sheets as he squirmed beneath Liam.

Liam chuckled softly opening the nightstand and retrieving the lube. He opened it coating his cock with a large amount wanting to be sure he did everything he could to not be too ravenous. Because in this moment he was only half a second away from snapping and pounding William from here to China. He knelt up a bit and looked into William’s eyes.

"Let’s see how much you hate me baby." He whispered threading his fingers with William’s and pushed forward.

The muscles of William's ass gave way little by little until Liam's cock pushed through the outer ring and Liam had to freeze---an expression between utter pleasure and 'oh my god my heart is going to explode' ecstasy. As Liam pushed forward William let out a high-pitched whine his back bowing as he was stretched open and slowly impaled by the most exquisite cock he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Sweet Jesus! Bloody well move you bastard!" He wailed and pushed back against Liam's pulsing cock. "Want you to move!" He was losing all common sense as he writhed and whimpered in need.

Liam squeezed his eyes shut tightly trying to steel himself, then he pushed forward the rest of the way---fast and hard. He groaned deep in his chest as William's muscles gripped him and kept him trapped tightly. He shook, shivered, and panted next to Will's ear.

"Oh fucking god…oh god…"

Moaning softly William turned his head placing a light nip just below Liam's ear, his arms wrapping tightly around Liam's heaving torso.

"...hate you..." he whispered, "...hate you until I die.”

"Hate me forever as long as you hate me here in this town, in my house, forever until we die." Liam murmured as he pulled back, then pushed forward trying to do what was natural, but in a new way with a new set of parts.

"Yes...fuck yes!" Spike howled his back arching as Liam's cock brushed against the one spot that would have him agreeing to anything. Even his parents being sold into slavery and Precious being fried up then served as chicken at a good ol' boy picnic. "Yes...forever...in this town, in this moment..." he gasped again, writhing in Liam's embrace. "I would sell my soul to hate you forever..."

Liam kissed William's ear, running his fingers down his smooth perfect face as they glided together. "I love you, too, Will."

Eyes opening---wide and crystalline blue---William whimpered softly. "Do you?" His words were raspy, the sound of the wind against dry desert sand. "I'm scared..." he swallowed hard as Liam slid into him again, "...if I say it will you leave me again?"

"If you don't I might." Liam replied his words laced with mirth as he cupped one of his hands around William’s thigh bringing it over his shoulder so he could push deeper.

A soft whine escaped William's throat as he tried not to see stars as Liam sank deeper. He felt so filled, so satisfied, and so loved at that moment. He was terrified beyond all reason that if he spoke those three little words that this moment would disappear like mist. That he'd wake to find himself alone in a cold bed without the benefit of this huge, warm body.

Yet, he did speak them with all the earnestness he could draw up from deep in his soul. "I...love...you..." he gasped between trembling lips.

"There…wasn't so hard was it?" Liam whispered as he threaded his free hand in one of William's and started to rock and tilt---rock and tilt. His movements were almost hypnotic.

"And look still here." He stated as a matter of fact, then leaned down to kiss William's wet quivering lips. "I promise I'm going to always be here."

Tears welled in William's eyes because for once he was getting the happy ending. The happy ending he had craved for far more years than he cared to recall. As Liam's lips caressed his tears, begin to trail down his face.

"Loveyouloveyouloveyou..." he whispered over and over against the mouth that he'd wanted to taste---to devour---- since he was little more than a child. "For keeps..." he whimpered as Liam stroked his face. "Never thought...never dreamed you'd be mine."

"Really now? I would have thought you would have you have such a great imagination." Liam kissed away the tears. "Shh…baby. Shh…Will I got you now. I'm going to take care of you, protect you, keep you safe." He kissed each of William's eyelids then moaned softly. "Love you forever. Just you and me forever."

"Yesss..." he hissed as he grabbed Liam's hand in his and guided it to his weeping cock. "So close... God...so close, luv." He whimpered. "Touch me... please…?"

Moment of truth, Liam thought. Ophelia had said sex didn't matter---only love. And Liam loved Will some-thing fierce. He'd proven to himself that Will's sex was hardly an issue any more. So with a small breathe he wrapped his hand around William's cock and slid his hand down slowly watching William's face, taking in this new experience.

Back arching up off the mattress William let out a keening wail as Liam stroked him. "Yeah...oh, god yes, pet. That's it...show me how much you love me." He pushed back onto Liam's cock, then into his huge warm fist as he gasped and moaned. "Wanna come, luv. Please Liam...please...make me come."

Kneeling up Liam gripped Will's cock harder then began to fist his cock pushing harder and faster into his willing body. He lay his sweaty head against Will's panting and asked softly. "Like this baby?"

Whimpering William smiled. "Yeah...just like that, pet. Harder though...please Liam...bloody well fuck me like you mean it, luv."

Liam released William's hand and reaches down to lift William's ass higher, then nodded, pulled back, and then pushed forward as hard as he dared to test the reaction. Then he started to pummel his hips forward working himself into William giving him all his passion and all his love. "Oh, fuck…oh…god…yes."

It was the most incredible feeling that he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. It wasn’t just sex for the sake of sex nor was it love standing alone. To William it was the perfect balance---love and sex, want and need. He cried out, his ass clenching down on Liam's thrusting cock, as his own aching erection swelled. Seconds later he was coming like he'd never come before. A starburst of colors exploded behind his eyelids as he writhed and whimpered.

"Liam!" He cried out with all the love and need he’d felt in the last decade.

"Oh…William." Liam breathed out as the muscles gripped and milked him. Then he was coming with a long, low full body shudder.

At those two simple words and the feel of being filled, William went limp his body glowing with exertion and a sheen of perspiration. Beads glistening like stars against the palest moonlight.

"...Liam..." he whispered and every ounce of his love filled that one simple word.

Liam nuzzled against William's damp skin, kissing and caressing anywhere and everywhere he could touch. He couldn't believe the experience he’d just had. It was better and far less disturbing than he’d ever thought it could be. He lifted his head sweat dripping down his face to look into William's eyes then smirked.

"Can we do that again, again, again and all of those agains tonight…maybe?"

Humming softly William smiled sleepily at Liam and chuckled. "As often as you want, pet. Even if I can't walk in the bloody morning."

Liam cupped William's jaw. "You look tired maybe we should rest."

"Sleep would be good." William yawned and stretched. "What would help though is a big, warm Liam-blanket." He smiled up at Liam. "Wouldn't happen to know where I could find one would you?" He raised one dark brow in amusement

Lowering himself gently over William, he pulled the covers over them both. "I think I know where to get one of those…yeah."

Snuggling into Liam's chest William sighed. "Yeah, now that's what I'm talkin' about, luv."

"I'm glad you like it." Liam smiled kissing William, then closed his eyes with his fingertips whispering. "Sleep baby, tomorrow is a brand new day."

~Part: 8~

Pale gray light seeped between the curtains as William rolled over and blinked. For one desperate moment, he thought it had all been a dream, but then he saw it. A simple water glass filled with bougaivillian blossoms. He blinked again and a tiny smile curled his lips as he realized the blossoms were sitting on a tray. Alongside the flowers was a plate with scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. There was far too much food for him alone.

Next to it were two glasses of orange juice. Two glasses not one, but two.

"Liam..." he whispered as he brushed his fingers along his lips recalling the warmth of his best friend’s kiss.

"Hum?" Liam stepped through the doorway, wrapped in a towel, and holding his pants feeling them to see if they had dried.

William shook his head in amazement. "The toast is burnt, the eggs runny, and the bacon raw, but..." he licked his lips seductively, "...it's the best meal I've ever had the pleasure of seeing, luv. Now how about you drop that towel, come join me, and we can enjoy the food together. Plus I'm more than ready to serve dessert."

Pouting Liam laid his pants on the chair back, walking to the bed, and looking over the food. "Damn I really did mess it up. I worried I did." He scratched the back of his head his towel riding up. "I wanted it to be special, romantic…that kind of thing. But I couldn't figure out how to work that damn kitchen Mary really should be paid more."

William's brow rose as he sat up with a chuckle. "I'll keep that in mind next time I see her." A wicked grin curled his lips as he let the sheet slid down to reveal all his naked glory to Liam's eyes. Lifting his hand, he crooked his finger. "So breakfast or dessert first?"

Pointing to the food Liam chuckled. "Eat something." He glanced a second time at the food then frowned. "Or I can order us something your choice, but you need to eat before you waste away."

Snorting William sat back---legs stretched out--- displaying his body in a provocative pose. He reached over, took a piece of bacon, and lifted it up dangling it above his lips. "I guess I could do with a little meat..." he let the insinuation of his words hang in the air as his lips parted. Taking the bacon between his teeth, he slowly chewed his eyes never leaving Liam's.

Liam averted his eyes coughing then reached up to scratch the back of his neck, water droplets falling down his spine. "God you’re more seductive than a girl. It's kind of intimidating."

Slurping the last bit between his lips William licked them slowly. "Intimidating? Now I can't really believe for a second that little ol' me could intimidate you." He used his best southern belle voice batting his lashes, a smug smirk curling his lips. "After all I'm such a delicate thing and you’re such a manly man."

"You’re too much." Liam laughed.

"Am I?" William quirked one brow as his hand drifted lazily down his chest, to his stomach, and finally came to rest on his morning erection. He trailed one finger lightly over its length up to the tip. Swirling his finger in the glistening pre-cum he lifted his finger and raised his other brow. "Would you like a little me with your breakfast, luv?"

"Your just intent on pushing me forward aren't you? Last night was my first time with a guy. You afraid I'm going to change my mind or regret what I did or something?" Liam took Will's finger stroking the base.

"No pushing..." he glanced up into Liam's dark eyes, "...just offering. If you’re not ready I'll understand, pet." His eyes drifted shut as he let the feel of Liam's caress travel through him.

Taking Will's finger in his mouth Liam sucked the pre- cum off then released it with a soft pop. "I never said I wasn't ready either I was just making conversation." He picked up the tray and moved it carefully to the floor then removed his towel crawling up the bed. Positioning his body over Will's gently so as not to allow all his weight to rest on him he smiled. "You’re soft…never imagined a guy to be as soft as you."

"That so, luv?" William lifted his mouth to Liam's taking it in a gentle kiss. The flavor of Liam mixed with his own made a soft sound rise in his throat, something akin to a purr. "Never had anyone say I was soft..." he whispered into the kiss.

Liam hummed as he licked Will's bottom lip running his hands over his body anywhere he could reach. "Well you are soft…and you smell good. You smell like you, sweat, and me. I like that…you smelling like me…it turns me on."

"Would have never guessed that." Will's brow rose as his hand lowered between their bodies. His fingers curl- ed around Liam's cock and he began to stroke softly as he deepened the kiss.

Liam began panting, rubbing his cheek against Will's. "Oh, God…yeah."

"Naw...not God, luv. Just me and you...always was--- wasn't it?" He continued stroking Liam as his tongue slid between Liam's parted lips.

Pulling Will tighter against him Liam bucked his hips into Will's tight fist, his fingers digging into his scalp, fingers tugging and mussing his hair.

A growl swelled in Will's throat as he let his tongue dance with Liam's. The feel of Liam's fingers tangled in his hair and the heat of his body above him was enough to drive him insane. Right now, all he wanted was to make Liam happy.

No---he wanted to make him happier.

Happier than he'd been in years.

William wanted back the Liam he remembered from his childhood. A smile so bright it could outshine sun, even on the hottest day in the bayou and eyes filled with what his mum used to call the devil himself. A spark that seemed to shine even in the darkest of nights, a spark that seemed to say 'fuck the world'. He’d fallen in love with that Liam.

Liam pulled back from the kiss, his face flushed with heat and lust, then pushed one leg between William's. Reaching over to the bedside table---for the lube---he whispered. "I want to be inside you again. I want to feel you again."

"Yeah..." William hissed softly his eyes drifting open. "Want you there too, luv. Inside...never anywhere else...just inside me."

He spread his legs open wide in offering as he released Liam's throbbing erection. He leaned back against the pillows with a predatory smile.

Liam fumbled with the lube finally popping the cap open and coating three of his fingers. He snapped it closed and tossed it to the floor, moving his slicked fingers in-between Will's ass cheeks, seeking out that tiny perfect hole he’d found so much pleasure in the night before. When his fingers made contact Liam's eyes drifted shut as he let out a shuddering breathe in remembrance that sweet ecstasy the night before.

"Oh, God…Will..." He stammered out as his fingers brushed over the tight pucker, his fingertips pushing forward just a bit, then pulling back out.

A soft grunt escaped Will as he pushed back trying to impale himself on those exquisite fingers again. He’d always loved Liam's hands. Even as a child he knew they held the ability to bring joy, comfort, and love. Now they drew out a fire in his belly as exquisitely as they had once drawn him cartoons.

He bit his lower lip and whimpered softly. "More...please..."

With that Liam pushed forward with one finger imbedding it halfway, then deeper twisting it back and forth watching Will's face intently. "Okay?" He questioned.

"Bloody hell...yesss..." William hissed shifting his hips. "Everything you do...everything…is okay."

Liam smiled sweetly, pushing a second finger inside Will. "I'm sure not everything I do is okay."

William cried out, as he was stretched, head thrown back, throat stretched in a perfect alabaster arc. "No...It’s bloody fan-fucking-tastic...Jesus, Liam...please..."

"Shhh...We’re getting there. You’d think you’d had to have waited forever for me or something." Liam whispered as he pushed a third finger in gently. His fingers curled, pushing deeper and deeper.

"Did wait..." William whined, "...waited ten sodding years. Don't want to ever wait again." His back arched as Liam drove his fingers deeper into his tightness. "Always wanted you...always...loved you..." he gasped.

Liam tilted his head pulling his fingers free. "Oh, yeah…that's right." He reached out grabbing Will's arms, and pulling him towards him. "Sit in my lap."

Crawling up on shaky knees William rose above Liam's straining cock. "Like this?" He whispered his voice a slow, syrupy rasp of need. "Want me to ride you Liam? Want your cock inside me?" He tipped his hips as he gripped Liam's cock with one shaking hand. "Anything for you..." he hissed as the thick head of Liam's cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle with a pop and he lowered himself slowly

With shaking hands Liam gripped Will's hips and slowed his descent. "Fuck…oh, fucking Christ… you’re so tight. Slow…please for the love of god…go slow don't want to lose control."

A weak chuckle escaped William's parted lips as he leaned forward burying his face in the vee of Liam's throat. As he let Liam guide him down on the heated thickness he moaned and bit into the warm skin. Liam smelled of sex, of rain, and of sunlight. Sucking gently at the bite on Liam's throat, he whimpered, his arms circling that broad torso, and his nails digging into the muscled back. There was no one else who could make him feel like this---complete and loved. Until this moment, he'd never realized just how lonely and desperate he'd been.

Liam's lips trailed a fiery path all over Will's face and through his hair until his cock was fully imbedded inside him. Wrapping his arms around Will he breathed slowly trying to get his composure back, his hands stroking and rubbing along his warm smooth body.

"If I could live inside you I would..." William mumbled against Liam's sweat dappled jaw. "I'd want inside you forever...never lose this...never lose you. Missed you so bad. Had this hollow inside me...tried to fill it couldn't." He continued kissing every inch of Liam's throat. "Promise me...promise you'll be here forever, pet."

"I'll be here til I die beside you. Is that good enough?" Liam murmured kissing the curve of Will's ear then moving down his throat tasting the salty droplets that formed and trailed down his skin.

"Yes..." William smiled against Liam's shoulder as he lifted his hips slowly. "Forever is all I ever wanted."

Liam moaned softly as Will moved his hips up. "Been with you since the moment I met you. No reason to stop now, Will." He tilted his own hips and when Will moved he pushed upwards.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!!" William cried out as he was emptied and filled. His body writhed desperately as it sought to draw Liam deeper. "Fuck me Liam! God fuck me like you bloody well own me!"

He claimed Liam's mouth again, his tongue mimicking the movement of Liam's cock. In and out at a leisurely pace it moved, mapping each tooth, each inch of the warm moist darkness.

"Make me believe this is real..." he gasped as he pulled back for a breath.

Liam reached back his fingers tangling in Will's hair, pulling him back to look into his eyes, making sure Will was looking into his. "Do I?"

"Yes...you always have." William's eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "You had me from the moment I saw you on that dirt road...just didn't understand it then, pet."

Fingers tracing softly over the contours of Will's face and he murmured sensually. "My Will, my boy, my baby..." He grinned shifting his hips up and deeper into Will. "Yeah, I think I could get used to that."

"Hope so, luv." The tears slowly began to trail down William's face. "’Cause I can't lose you again...I'd rather die than lose you. I'd rather never see the sun again than to lose...this." He whispered.

"Shhh…Will nothing to worry about you aren't going to lose me…never lose me now. I'm not going anywhere. Shhh…feel with me. God, baby you feel so good…so damn good…don't cry feel with me."

William threw back his head crying out as he sank down again taking every inch of Liam into him. He'd hungered for so long and Liam was right. He had to feel with him, be with him, and the only tears he needed to shed now were ones of happiness.

"So beautiful..." he whimpered as he continued to ride Liam, his internal muscles clenching as if afraid to lose what they wrapped around. "I feel you, luv...I feel you...God so bloody perfect..."

"You’re not so bad yourself." Liam whispered in awe as he pumped his hips faster. Upwards needing and wanting more. "God, nothing could be better than this."

With those words William screamed out his orgasm, nails digging into Liam's shoulders. His warm cum splattered across both their chests as his muscles tightened even further on Liam's cock.

"LIAM!!!!" He screamed his lover’s name. "Liam!!" He screamed his best friend’s name.

There was nothing better than this, he thought through a haze of electric pleasure.

"Liam..." he moaned softly.

Liam's head arched back his own orgasm crashing into him he fell back to the bed his mouth in silent o of a scream. He twitched and shook until he whispered in a cracking voice. "Will…"

Lifting his head from it's resting spot on Liam's heaving chest William smiled weakly. "Yeah, pet...that'd be me." A tiny smirk curled his lips as he lifted a hand stroking Liam's face.

"I love you." Liam’s lips brushed Will's hand with soft kisses.

"Me too..." William whispered as he kissed the sweaty tangled dark head bowed over his hand.

The feel of Liam's warm kisses on his hand was possibly the most satisfying moment so far this morning. Not to say being thoroughly fucked wasn't good---it had been beyond good. However, this---this was a forever moment. One of those moments, that he would look back on as he sat grey-haired staring out his window.

"Love you more..." he softly whispered yet again.

Liam chuckled pulling William closer to his trembling body. "Will you ever grow up rich boy?"

"Already did Garrigan!" William snarked softly. "Can't help it if you didn't notice you big ponce." He smiled wide, his eyes sparkling in amusement and lust.

"Well you could of shocked me you may look grown but you don't act it sometimes. Do my work, my job one day and then we'll talk." He snorted with an evil grin, then started tickling Will's ribs. "You know you couldn't though you little pussy."

William's brows shot up in shock. "Oh really? You don't think so? I think I could show you a bloody thing or two, pet."

"Uh huh…righttt..." Liam drawled sarcastically flipping over so that he towered over the smaller man's body then he started attacking him with his fingers again. Tickling any part, he could get a hold of. "You couldn't fix my hair."

A flurry of giggles escaped William as he tried to slap Liam's hands away. "Have to...say...no...Bloody help...for that..." he burst out laughing again squirming beneath Liam's body.

"HEY! I like my hair I've never heard a complaint from anyone else." Liam pouted indignantly.

Snorting William looked up at Liam with a sparkle in his eyes. "As if anyone in this backwater, podunk, town would know anything about how bloody cool your hair is!"

Liam smacked the top of Will's head. "And what? You do? All that time in London, make you a hair expert? Wait it might they are all ‘foofy’ over there." He trailed his mouth to Will's ear. "My little British boy-toy should know if I'm hip and sexy." He punctuates the ‘sexy’ with a thrust of his hips.

A deep groan escaped William as Liam's cock slid against his like a silken glove. "Boy-toy...?" He gasped. "British boy-toy? What the bloody hell makes you think I'm a boy?" William thrust his hips up so his cock caressed Liam's. "That bloody well feel like a boy?" He chuckled.

Liam laughed softly rubbing back applying more pressure to his thrusts. "No your ‘all’ man body wise. But you know you’re my ‘boy’ you've always been my boy. Haven't ya Willy?"

A whimper rose from William's parted lips as his head fell back, baring the smooth alabaster line of his throat. "Yesss..." his voice was a soft hiss of breath between teeth clenched in exquisite need. "Always been yours...always wanted to be yours..." His eyes drifted open and he smiled. "I've been a bad boy..." he chuckled, "...what you gonna do about that, luv?"

"Well, there's always the Joy." Liam smiled his head quirking to the side. "Or a spanking…you’re never too old for a spanking I gather. Not with your fine ass."

William squirmed trying to escape from beneath Liam with a breathless laugh. "No spanking, luv! No Spank- ing!!" Another flurry of laughter escaped him as he squirmed harder, pushing at Liam's broad, damp chest.

Liam grabbed Will's hands raising them above his head then lowering his lips to Will’s softly, tenderly and he murmured. "Stay…your mine now, my prisoner, my boy."

He twisted his wrists whimpering, and then an evil grin curled the corners of his mouth into a sexy pout. "Oh Mr. Warden...I'll do anything for a pack of fags..." he batted his eyes.

"Anything?" Liam purred.

"Oh, yesss..." William purred in return as he squirmed beneath Liam.

Liam let go of one of his wrists to lower his hand to Will's lips, trailing his fingertips over them---caressing and stroking those full, poutie lips. "I love your mouth. I love the way it looks when you talk; I love the things that come out of it. I love the taste of it...I love it period. I can't help thinking about all the other men you wrapped these lips around. I want to have you wrap them around me, I want to feel your mouth around me, and I want to wipe away any memory of any other person out of your mouth. I want to watch you suck me baby will you do that for me?"

William's eyes fluttered down to settle on the shadowy space between their bodies, his breath hitching as he really got a good view of Liam's cock. He was big, not so much in length as in width, and he was beautiful. His gaze drifted back up to Liam's face where it focused on his eyes, dark with need and want. Slowly William ran his tongue along his lips, just letting the pink tip trace the kiss-swollen flesh.

"Yes..." he whispered softly, "...want you to watch... want to suck your cock...your big, beautiful cock."

Liam released a shuddering breathe then let go of Will's other wrist, sitting up, and letting his other hand linger at Will's lips. He dipped his finger between Will’s lips, caressing the tongue that poked out to wet his lips. "Love this, too."

Smiling William curled his tongue around Liam's finger his hands rising to curl around Liam's. He suckled that finger as if he were a starving kitten, his tongue mapping each callous, crease, and the taste of Liam's skin. Releasing his finger William knelt up and kissed Liam gently.

"Lay back, pet. Let me...take care of this..." his hand slid down Liam's abdomen to rest lightly against his erection. His fingers curled around the solid warmth and stroked slowly up his length. "Take care of you like a good little boy-toy would..."

Liam moaned obeying Will and laying back on the bed spreading his legs just enough so Will could get between them. Allowing his gaze to settle on Will who was watching him intently.

Lowering himself between Liam's thighs William looked up with wide innocent eyes then lowered himself until his mouth was mere inches from Liam's rock hard cock. Smiling he curled his hand around the base, then lowered his mouth flicking his tongue across the glistening tip, tasting Liam's pre-cum for the first time and he moaned softly. His other hand stroked up Liam's thigh, his fingers tangling in the coarse dark hair that surrounded Liam's cock.

Liam's eyes fluttered shut for just a mere second from that vision of Will's tongue gliding across the tip of his cock, then they snapped back open steadily watching every movement. One hand reaching for the sheets slowly tangling the other sliding down the bed.

His tongue swirling around the head of Liam's cock William moaned softly. He tasted good, salty and earthy, he thought. Slowly he opened his mouth and sucked the head between his lips, his tongue teasing along the ridge of flesh. Another moan escaped him as his hand brushed through the dark curls and down to cup the weight of Liam's balls, the skin silky and soft against his palm.

Another moan escaped Liam's lips this time deeper and throatier. He stroked the hand that was sliding down the bed up Will's arm and murmured. "You look so good like this. God you’re so fucking pretty like this."

Just the sound of Liam's breathy moans and his rough words sent a jolt of need straight to William's cock. His pulse pounded as he slowly took more of Liam's length into his mouth, his lips stretching around the pulsing flesh. Liam was hot and silky against his tongue as he swallowed, then began humming softly. Slowly he began to bob his head, his soft tousled curls falling over his eyes as he caressed the thickness between his lips with his tongue. His other hand gently rolled and squeezed Liam's balls as he hummed and swallowed, repeatedly.

"Shit...fuck...yeahhh..." Liam groaned as his fingers dug into Will's arm then released only to tighten again. The pleasure was starting to run through him like a drug going from cock to brain, then to the rest of his body making him one live wire of pleasure. All of it seemed to stem from Will's talented mouth.

Whimpering William took as much of Liam as he could into his mouth. He took a breath through his nose and swallowed hard as the tip of Liam's cock hit the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back in his head as he released Liam's balls and reached between his own thighs to stroke his own aching erection as he deep- throated Liam.

Starting to pant Liam's hand slid into Will's hair stroking and pulling lightly on the strands.

"God...yes...oh god...I knew...I knew you would be sooo…good at this Will. Oh, yes baby you make me so hard…so damn hard baby."

William moaned against the invader in his throat as he felt Liam's fingers tangle in his hair. He wanted Liam to fuck his face, but he'd never go down on someone so big before. He squeezed his own cock at the thought of Liam releasing his cum down his throat and another moan escaped him. Hand pumping faster along his length, William's head began to keep the pace as well, his lips stretched so tight his jaw ached. He swallowed again his tongue sliding along the pulsing vein that rested on it.

This was more than he ever imagined. Kneeling here, in his bed, tasting Liam's cock for the first time. Just the thought sent convulsions through his taunt body.

"Jesus..." Liam moaned his voice shaky.

His hand tightened more as he fought to keep from thrusting his hips. He didn't want to hurt Will but he couldn't help it. He wanted more of his friend, more of this, more of everything he can get from Will. He wanted him to give him everything he had and suddenly he was so close to completion he had to know if Will feels the same.

"Give me everything, Will. Will you give me everything baby?"

With those simple words William pushed down taking all of Liam into his throat and swallowed hard. His cry was muffled as his own cock exploded; showering the sheets between Liam's out spread legs with pearls of creamy cum. He cried out around Liam's cock repeatedly, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax.

Liam bit into his own tongue to stop the scream that rose in his throat as his body arches, his hips jerking back and forth as he came hard down Will's throat. His hand shook in Will's hair as he slumped against the mattress, his eyes glazed and far away, his breathing erratic.

Breathing harshly through his nose William swallowed as much of Liam's cum as he could, his throat convulsing, as he tried his best not to choke. Finally, he pulled back his eyes sleepy and his lips swollen, a tiny trail of cum dripping down his chin. His tongue darted out to claim even this tiny bit not wanting to forsake even this much of Liam's essence. He smiled as he glances up from beneath dark lashes; his chin resting on Liam's still quivering thigh.

"Taste good, luv..." he whispered.

"Good...to...know." Liam gasped out between breaths as he reached down pulling Will on top of him. "Let's sleep I think you finally stilled the beast that wants to devour you constantly for now. God Will you’re unbelievable."

A rush of scarlet painted William's cheeks as he burrowed in Liam's neck. "Never had anyone..." he swallowed hard still tasting Liam on his tongue, "...tell me that."

He looked up with glistening eyes that were filled with pure love. Then suddenly he lowered his mouth to Liam's kissing him deeply, his tongue seeking to share Liam's flavor with him.

Liam threaded his fingers in Will's hair pulling his mouth tighter to his, kissing him hard, tasting himself in Will's mouth, sucking the delectable talented tongue into his mouth and not letting go until he ‘has’ to breathe. When he pulled back, he laid his forehead against Will's.

"You should be told that every second of every day because ‘you’ are Will…you are. Now come on sleep with me."

With a soft sigh William curled up tight next to Liam, one leg flung over Liam's hips. He burrowed once more into the vee of Liam's neck kissing the sweat-dampened skin as his eyes drooped with the need to rest. "Love you, Liam...always have..." he mumbled softly as his eyes finally drifted shut. His chest began rising softly, his pounding heart finally easing into sleep.

"I love you, too, Will." Liam whispered his own eyes drifting shut as he fell into a sated sleep.

~Part: 9~

Liam stroked his fingers over Will's face. "Hey you time to get up come on I have somewhere I want to take you."

Snuggling deeper beneath the blankets Will moaned. "...warm...wanna sleep..."

With a chuckle, Liam nudged Will a bit harder. "Come on sleepy head get up. I understand you rich boys can do this but give us working stiffs a break huh? I really want to take you to this place."

Peering from beneath the blankets, his eyes blinking sleepily Will yawned. "Hey...I've worked...been a bartender in a club..." he yawned again, then smiled as he sat up. "And where we going by the way? Gonna grease-monkey me up, luv?" Chuckling at Liam's expression he dove off the bed then ran for the bathroom still naked.

A rolled up shirt snapped Will across the ass. "Brat."

"Got that right, pet!" Will whooped as he dove through the bathroom door with a crow of delight. "Wanna join the brat in the shower?"

With a groan, Liam laid back on the bed covering his eyes with his arm. "No I better not. I think if I did we wouldn't be going anywhere and I told ya I really want to take you. Plus I took one before I woke you."

Will's head popped around the corner of the bathroom door. A soft pout curled his lips as he sighed. "Your loss, luv..." his words trailed off as he blew Liam a kiss.

A second later the door slammed shut and the sound of running water drifted into the bedroom. Liam picked up a pillow and covered his face with a loud groan the pillow muffling most of the sound then murmured. "I know, I know."

***

A few minutes later Will slipped from the bathroom a towel draped loosely around his narrow hips, another draped over his head, as he briskly rubbed his hair dry. He paused at the foot of the bed taking in Liam stretched out on the tangled covers. He smiled as he wandered over to the closet and pulled out jeans and a black tee shirt. Dropping the towel without a thought he bent forward pulling on the faded Levi's, his ass pointed at Liam.

"Go back to sleep, luv?" He asked with a grin as he slid them up over his legs and straightened tugging them up over his hips.

"No." Liam murmured from beneath the pillow.

Tugging the tee shirt over his head Will grinned as he prowled to the bed. Pouncing on Liam he ripped the pillow from his grip and tossed it to the floor.

"Anyone tell you you're cute when you're horny, luv?" He leaned down planting a soft sweet kiss on Liam's shocked face.

"Actually yes but not so much with the cute. More like 'Please fuck me now.' or 'Oh god I want you.'"

Raising a dark brow Will snickered. "Would it matter if I told you 'please, fuck me now'?" He chuckled as he leaned in nibbling at Liam's ear. "I think maybe it wouldn't. Seems you wanted to take me somewhere. Wouldn't happen to be somewhere that you can have your wicked way with my beautiful bum---would it?"

Liam released a long sigh shaking his head. "No I don't think it would be appreciated but then again maybe it would. Listen I don't want to give it away you ready?"

Sighing Will slid from the bed. "I suppose I could handle a surprise."

Wandering across the room, he retrieved his boots and a pair of socks, then returned to the bed sitting down next to Liam. "It's not going to break my heart is it? This surprise of yours?" His wide blue eyes studied Liam's face with a mixture of worry and fear. "'Cause I don't think my heart could take it, Liam."

Liam shook his head. "No, no I promise Will no hidden wife's or babies. Just me, the house, my job, and my family you know it all already."

Nodding Will smiled, yet the fear didn't quite leave his eyes. "I trust you Liam...I do." Leaning in he kissed Liam quickly, then stood. "So where is this surprise and how do we get to it."

Liam stood pulling out his car keys. "Just follow me I'll get us there." He headed out of the bedroom and down the hall going at a slow pace so that Will could catch up.

Reaching the front hall Will paused tugging on his jacket. "Let's go see this surprise of yours, pet." He opened the door and ushered Liam out following him. "Can't wait to see it."

They climbed into Liam's car and pulled out heading out of the driveway down onto the main road.

"It's out of town but not too far out of the way so don't worry I know the way like the back of my hand by now."

Will leaned out the window the wind tousling his still damp curls as he lit a smoke. "Wouldn't suppose it would do any good to ask for a hint---would it?" He continued to stare out the window at the passing landscape.

"Let's just say the path leads to my enlightenment." Liam replied.

Glancing over at Liam, he frowned. "We're goin' to see that bloody swamp hag ain't we?" He dropped his head against the seat and flipped his cigarette out the window. "Should have known it wasn't going to be a surprise of the horny kind." He chuckled softly.

"Hey..." Liam reached over his hand stroking through Will's wet locks. "She isn't a hag and we have plenty of time to explore the horny avenue of our relationship alright? I just want you to meet her Will I wasn't excited the first time I met her either but she's a force Will a force that sees you I mean ‘really’ sees you. I owe it to her to bring you to her she's want to meet you and I want you to meet her, please for me."

"Of course, luv..." Will reached up to grasp Liam's hand and placed a kiss in his palm. "I'd do anything for you...you know that right?" He smiled his eyes twinkling. "If it makes you happy I'd leap into the swamp and wrestle a 'gator."

Liam laughed. "I know you would but that's not necessary."

"Not necessary, but bloody well fun!" Will laughed loudly. "I suppose that's why your friend Gator does it."

"Well Gator is a little crazy and I think a little gay but you didn't hear that from me." Liam replied with mirth.

"Naw...I don't think he is..." Will chuckled, "...gay that is." He pointed out quickly. "'Course my gay-dar could be going all wanky on me."

"Well he also probably doesn't stare at your ass."

Will completely lost it then laughing so hard tears rolled down his face. "So your tellin' me Gator is just a wee little gay man?" He gasped for air as another fit of giggles hit him.

"Well he is wee but don't ever say that to his face because that wee little gay man could probably kick both our asses if he really wanted that or shoot us. He's a really good shot Will. I'm glad he's my best friend I wouldn't want to be his enemy."

"Not planning on pissing Gator off." Will sobered up and smiled. "He helped find you when you were... well..." he picked at a loose thread on his jeans. "Got a lot to thank the man for gay or not..."

"Oh yeah I still have to slap him for that. God he tattles on me more than Kathy does." Liam pulled the car off the main road onto a dirt road. "Now about ten more minutes then we'll be there."

"Cool..." Will smiled at Liam, "...don't slap him to hard, luv---okay? And speaking of Kathy..." his grin widened, "...think your sis has got a bit of a crush on me."

"She has a bit of a crush on any boy that isn't Dad, me or Charlie."

"I suppose that's normal for a bint her age..." Will did a quick calculation in his head. "What's she now? Fifteen or sixteen?"

"Sixteen now." Liam turned onto yet another road this one going deeper into the swamps.

Will stared thoughtfully out the windshield then released a faint sigh. "Yeah suppose she is now. Don't remember her like a woman...she was this tiny annoying pest that followed us around. Had pigtails and always had her knees scabbed up. Your poor mum had a fit trying to get her in a dress for church on Sunday as I recall." He chuckled softly reaching over and squeezing Liam's thigh.

Liam nodded face blank and devoid of emotion then quietly whispered. "Yeah Sundays were interesting."

Suddenly Ophelia’s house appeared up ahead.

"We’re here."

***

Opening the door Will slipped from the car, his boots raising a cloud of dust. Sometimes he forgot how quickly the rain could dry up here. He glanced at the tiny cottage surrounded by a gated fence worn by weather and age. He'd only been here once before and it had been on a dare from Timmy Johnson. Johnson was a great name for the annoying little wanker.

Trees draped with Spanish moss seemed to surround the cottage with a living breathing darkness.

"I don't know if I can go in there..." he whispered to no one in particular.

"Want to do what you did when you were little and hold my hand?" Liam stepped up beside him.

Shaking his head Will laughed. "Naw...just rememberin' when I was here the last time. You remember Timmy Johnson? Little bastard dared me to come up here one time..." Will shook his head. "Can't imagine why I didn't tell you before now." He looked up with sparkling eyes at Liam. "You say she's a good bint and all so I'll trust you..." his words faded as he reached out despite his earlier comment and grasped Liam's hand. "Suppose it wouldn't hurt to hang on to the one thing I give a damn about and trust."

Liam squeezed once then moved towards the house. When he reached the door, he lifted his fist and knocked softly. The door creaked open to reveal Ophelia wild hair tied back with a bright colored scarf. When her dark eyes settled on Liam she smiled wide her teeth gleaming in her dark face.

"Ahhh...angel boy come to see de crazy swamp lady." She chuckled as she opened the door wider, then her eyes settled on Will's pale face. "I see ma cheri...you bring you're little one to me."

"Yeah I know you've always wanted to see his face. Always wanted to know what it was all about. So, here he is in the flesh. Plus I wanted him to see you…in the flesh."

Nodding her head thoughtfully, she stepped closer to William her dark eyes flashing with what Will imagined was voodoo magic. He flinched as her hand lifted to stroke his face, his hand tightening on Liam's.

"Don't you be fearin' little one ol' Ophelia won't bite." She cocked her head and her gaze flickered to Liam, then back again. "That is unless you want me to ma cheri."

Liam chuckled pointing inside. "Now don't be doing that he's scared enough and you can tell. You going to let us in? Or maybe you want to keep us out like the vermin."

With a snort, Ophelia released her grip on Will's chin. "If I was gonna leave anyone out like the swamp rat he be it would be you angel-boy. Now this pretty little one he be far to sweet to be vermin." She stepped back through the door waving the boys in. "Come on now and come into Ophelia's lair." She chuckled softly as William glanced to Liam.

"You sure she ain't bloody well dangerous, Liam? The hairs on my neck are bloody well standing on end." He whispered softly.

Liam kissed the top of Will’s head leading him inside. "Nah baby she just wants to ruffle your feathers. Wants you to think she is the crazy swamp lady. She pulled this particular trick on me for the first ten or so visits before she backed off. She's as tame as a kitten most days aren't you O?" He leaned over to kiss her head.

Smacking playfully at Liam Ophelia's cheeks began to glow. "You just be driving an old lady crazy now with all your flattery." She smiled at William as he nervously looked around. "You should 'ave seen your boy when he come here the first time. He be lingering outside the gate like the devil be hiding in my little garden. Swear angel-boy's face it be as white as old man Krieger's ghost that be wandering this here swamp."

She patted Will's arm and pointed to the table. "Have a seat little one. We be havin' much to speak of I be thinkin'."

Will stepped away from Liam and took a seat at the rough table smiling nervously at Ophelia. "What could we be talking about?"

"Everything and your Mother and I'm serious there." Liam calmly replied as he wandered around Ophelia’s house looking at pictures and statues.

Chuckling Ophelia sat down across the table from William. "Don't you be listening to that silly angel-boy. We be talkin' about the future ma cheri...give me your hand."

William's eyes widened, yet he found himself giving his hand to Ophelia. Glancing to the left he met Liam's dark eyes and sighed. Even across the room like this, he felt safe. Liam had always made him feel safe.

Liam crossed his arms over his chest and watched carefully making sure his gaze never left Will's. So that he knows, that he was there with him a hundred percent.

Gentle calloused fingers traced along each line and crease in William's trembling palm. "You be here before little one...seeking the soul that hold you tight..." Ophelia glanced up into his dilated eyes. "You play it out little one...each life. Playing be all it is cause you fear the worst---don't you ma cheri? Fear you be too late..." she swayed her eyes glazing over. "Always too late..."

William felt as if his chest was imploding and he began to pant desperately tears trickling down his cheeks.

"No...no..." he whispered softly, his own body beginning to sway in time with Ophelia's.

Liam's eyes darted back and forth then he pushed off the wall. "Hey, hey what's going on?"

"Liam..." William whispered his tear filled eyes lifting to take in Liam's face. "Love you...always will...will do anything for you..." his voice faded as he slumped in the chair all the color draining from his face.

At the same time, Ophelia released his hand letting out a mournful cry. Her head dropped to the table as she began to weep. Liam rushed over dropping to his knees as he lifted Will up off the table and cupped his face in his hands.

"Come on, come on get up. Will come on no scaring me."

A soft moan escaped Will's lips as Liam cradled him close. His eyes fluttered open as he sighed softly. "Liam? What happened, pet?" A frown creased his brow.

Ophelia lifted her head staring at her two boys. Yes, she thought, they were hers to protect and love there was no doubt.

Liam glanced towards Ophelia raising a brow. "I don't have any idea---do you?"

Shaking her head Ophelia stood, turning her back to Liam. "Your boy be the only one that can be telling you that, angel-boy. There be something coming...something your boy needs to face." She wrapped her arms around herself with a sad sigh. "I be here to guide you, but I don't have all the answers cheri."

"Fine alright we'll figure this out." Liam stood, helping Will to his feet, his hand under his elbow. "Come on Will let me get you home."

Will took a deep breath leaning into Liam. "I'm sorry, pet..." tears welled in his eyes as they drifted shut, "...don't know what happened." His legs wobbled beneath him as Liam guided him to the door.

Turning back to the retreating boys Ophelia shivered. "Watch over him, Liam." She whispered softly as they headed to the car.

"I will." Came Liam’s reply, his voice carrying back on the wind as he helped William into the car.

He climbed in starting the engine. "I'll get you home and tuck you in and take care of you its going to be fine."

William turned towards the window with a faint sigh. "Don't need to be tucked in, luv. 'Course I wouldn't mind an aspirin me bleedin' head is throbbing like the engine of your car." He rubbed at the knot forming between his eyes. There was a part of him that felt bad for lying to Liam. He knew exactly what had happened. There had been flashes in his head of images that couldn't be real, but they’d seemed too real.

"Okay so we'll get you home and get you some aspirin." Liam turned the car onto the main road. "Sorry that went sour but honestly O is a doll-baby when you get to know her. I'll take you again when your ready if you ever want to go."

Shifting in the seat William looked over at Liam with wet eyes. "Yes, I want to talk to Ophelia...she's important to you, pet. Didn't do anything to me. I swear hon'."

He smiled weakly at Liam as one of the images came back to him. A field and two men facing off with swords. One was Liam, but not Liam, with long flowing hair.

"Liam..." he whispered, "...you know I love you--- right?"

Liam reached over stroking Will's cheek. "Yeah baby I know---why? Are you okay? You seem scared. Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything?"

Shaking his head William tried another smile, this one a bit more steady. "Just this bleedin' headache...swear it. Maybe the whole tuckin' in ain't such a bad idea after all." He leaned into Liam's touch closing his eyes.

Behind his eyelids, the image began to form of the two men fighting, but over what he wondered.

"Then that's what we'll do. I'll get you in your bed and then I'll get the aspirin and maybe read to you or something. How does that sound?"

His smile widened. "You'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you." Liam whispered meaning every word completely.

***

As the car came to a stop William opened the passenger door with trembling hands, trying not to let Liam know how much the visit had rattled him.

"You're the best friend a guy could have, Liam." He smiled as he stood on less than steady legs. "And the only man I could ever want..." he paused, his voice softening, "...even in a million lifetimes, luv." He closed the door and headed towards the house his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Liam pressed against Will's back providing a steady wall to lean against as he opened the door. "A million lifetimes huh? That means a million lives. Kind of neat to think we could have loved each other a million times a million different ways to finding each other and being with each other. Wonder if each one was as happy as we are right now?"

As the door swung open, William let his eyes drift shut as he fought the tears welling in his throat. "I hope so...can't imagine anything else with the two of us." He turned in Liam's arms burying his face in his chest with a soft sigh. "Pet...I don't feel so hot..." he swallowed hard as his legs gave out beneath him once more.

Liam caught William picking him up into his arms. "Okay that's it you can swear and bitch at me but I'm carrying you now."

He stepped inside, closing the door with his foot, then ascended the stairs to William's room.

Slumped against Liam's shoulder William sighed. "This is just bloody great...I've done lost any dignity I might have had." His lower lip pushed out in a pout. "I feel like that stupid bint Scarlet O' Hara and you’re Rhett Butler. Course I'm pretty damned sure Scarlett didn't weigh this much and Rhett didn't smell like..." he sniffed the air, "...man sex and motor oil!" He burst out laughing.

Liam wiggled his eyebrows. "How do you know baby?"

Snorting William rolled his eyes. "Well I don't believe that there was motor oil back in the day and I'm sure that Scarlett did not have a penis last time I checked. And also as far as it goes..." he flung his hand over his eyes dramatically, "...frankly my dear Liam I don't bloody well give a damn!"

Laughing loudly Liam laid William on his bed. "I'll get you the aspirin you stay put Scarlett."

William sat up removing his boots, then his tee shirt and burrowed beneath the covers chuckling. "I suppose you'll be serving me mint juleps on the verandah and seducing me like the southern rogue you are next." He lay back on the pillows closing his eyes against the dull throb.

***

The room was quiet until a few minutes later as a glass filled with cool water and an aspirin was nudged into his hands. Soft lips drifted down to kiss each eyelid gently followed by a deep voice.

"I'd gladly seduce you anytime baby." Another set of soft kisses teased across Will's eyelids. "You’re ever so seducible."

"Am I?" William sighed at the gentle warmth of Liam's lips on his skin. "Never used to think so, but then I never had you..." he sighed, opening his eyes and taking the aspirin washing it down with the cool water.

Handing Liam the glass, he leaned back into the pillows with a contented smile.

"Lay down with me---alright, pet?"

Liam nodded then stood stripping off his shirt, shoes and unbuckling his belt to slip out of his pants. Setting everything on a nearby chair he slipped into bed behind William spooning him, an arm wrapping around him gently, and his head settling on top of Will’s.

"How's this?"

"Perfect..." William purred softly as he snuggled into Liam's bare chest.

Silence descended over the room once more, as they lay wrapped around each other. Beneath his ear, William could hear the soft 'thump, thump' of Liam's heart and it was like home to him---the warmth and the sound of his heart and his steady breathing.

"You believe in past lives, pet?" He whispered softly placing a soft kiss above Liam's heart.

"Don't rightly know for sure but I'm sure there could be such a thing. If you wanted to know what I thought personally, I guess I say yeah why not---you know? No reasons to think otherwise. After all I was told by Mom when I was little that deja-vu was a reaction to a moment that you had lived in your past life a repeat I guess. I always respected Mom for everything she ever said so yeah guess you can have a past life."

Will sighed softly. "Well if we didn't get it right the last time..." he yawned snuggling closer, "...I'll make sure we do it right this time..." his voice trailed off as he began snoring softly.

"You already are Will you already are doing it right." Liam whispered as he kissed the top of William’s head, then closed his own eyes falling asleep shortly after.

~Part: 10~

A soft breeze stirred the tall grasses at the edge of the field where William stood. The sky was a molten mix of gold fading into the softer shades of twilight, blues, and purples. His gaze lifted to focus on the clearing where Liam stood tall and proud his dark hair trailing back in a tangle of silken strands, his brow furrowed in anger. William stepped closer only to feel the hum of tension in the air as Liam moved towards someone his arm lifted a sword gripped in his hand so tightly his knuckles were clearly bone white even from this distance. The other figure was unclear, but William knew that it was consumed with disgust and anger.

A voice rose on the wind reaching his ears as he began trembling. "He'd be nothing but a sinner! Ye've been blinded by the devil himself ye have! Can ye not see the sickness that he brings to yer soul?"

William's gaze shifted from the distant dark figure back to where Liam stood, his face flushed with anger as he spoke.

"Ye'll not be speaking of me boy like this!" Liam roared over the increasing wind. "This would be me life and me choice ye bastard!"

Suddenly William was overcome by a terror that twisted his gut into a knot of nausea. As he started towards Liam, he watched in horror as the two figures met in a clash of steel.

Grunts and flashes of steel against steel filled his head and no matter how fast he ran, he seemed never to get closer. His chest ached with the effort and tears welled in his eyes as he cried out his lover's name.

***

"...Liam...Liam...no..."

Grunting in his sleep Liam rolled over to his other side mumbling. "No dipshit…the carburetor doesn't go there and you call yourself a mechanic."

Arms thrashing William began wailing lost in his own nightmare. "LIAM! No! No! Nooo!!!"

One wild arm hit Liam and he jerked awake, disoriented, and confused, as Will’s arm swatted him again. This time he was hit in the eye and he lifted his arms trying to shield his face. Finally, it registered that it was William screaming and he grabbed the flailing arms with a worried look.

"Hey...hey...HEY! Come on Will. Shhh…shh..."

"Please! No! Don't...don't..." William whimpered fighting against Liam's grip, his chest heaving with each breath. He wriggled beneath Liam with desperation that spoke of fear and pain. "...Don’t leave...don't leave me!" His words were followed by a deluge of tears that escaped from beneath his tightly clenched eyelids, beads of moisture glittering in his dark lashes as his body stiffened and he let out a howl of despair.

Liam rolled on top of William holding him down the best he could manage. "William, baby please, come on...COME ON!" He lowered his mouth dusting random kisses over William’s face on his eyelids, his lips, and his cheeks. "I'm not leaving baby. I'm not going anywhere. Wake up now…wake up for me."

His cries soon became moans as he began to calm in Liam's embrace. Seconds ticked by as Liam watched and whispered softly, then his eyes slowly fluttered open. A look of confusion crossed their sleepy depths as he blinked away the last vestiges of his dream. Quickly it faded away like morning mist from the bayou.

"Liam?" He whispered in a strained voice as if he didn't really believe his lover was there.

Liam tilted his head smiling down at William beatifically, then lowered his mouth, kissing him gently. "Yeah, it's me Will…it's me. You were having a nasty little dream…I think."

"Dream?" William whispered dumbly against Liam's soft lips. "More like a bleedin' nightmare..." his voice trailed off as he tangled his fingers in Liam's dark hair. "...seemed so real..." he mumbled as he shuddered beneath Liam, his heart easing into an erratic beat.

"Hey, now…shhh…it's okay just a nightmare…not real. I'm here. You can feel me, you can see me, you can touch me, and I'm all yours. So just a bad dream baby."

Inhaling through his nose William closed his eyes against the worry he could see in Liam's soft gaze. He couldn't even remember now why the dream had ripped his gut up, but he knew it had something to do with what Ophelia had said.

"Let me up...please?" He whispered softly against Liam's shoulder. "Can't breath, luv."

Liam rolled off William offering him a hand as if to pull him up.

Shaking his head, William rolled away from Liam sitting up on the edge of the bed. He clutched the sheet across his lap with one hand as he rubbed the other across his damp face and through his hair.

"Sorry I woke you, pet. Sodding dreams..." he mumbled, "...I could use a nip."

Leaning back against the headboard propped up on one elbow Liam spoke softly. "Well go have one then."

A strained laugh escaped William as he turned to Liam. "Bloody dad don't keep the kinda stuff I need around this place."

He released the sheet and crawled to Liam, curling up next to the bigger man. He laid his head against Liam's shoulder flinging one bare leg over his sheet-covered body. Just being this close seemed to drive what few wisps of the dream that remained away. He inhaled Liam's scent and a soft purr rumbled through his chest.

"Never keeps the good stuff around...image and all--- you know?"

"Good stuff?" Liam asked softly as his hand lifted up to stroke down Will's back to his curved and luscious ass. His fingers came to rest just grazing over his skin gently.

William lifted his head looking up at Liam's twinkling eyes. His eyebrow shot up in amusement. "Not sure if we have the same thing in mind when we say 'good stuff'." He chuckled as he burrowed back into the vee of Liam's throat, nipping at the sweat-dampened skin. "So what you have in mind, pet?"

"I think you need a shower and I think I'm going to help you." Liam murmured as he pulled Will into his lap. "Wrap your legs around me."

William laughed as he wrapped his legs around Liam's middle, his heels locking in the hollow just above the swell of his ass. "Are you saying I'm dirty?" He raised the other brow to join the first. "Or you just making excuses to see me wet and slippery?"

"Both." Liam purred as he stood carrying Will into the bathroom.

Leaning over just enough to turn on the shower he pressed Will against the wall, then began nipping and licking a path up and down his neck. As he held Will in place his other hand tested the water temperature.

Squirming between Liam and the wall William dug his heels into Liam's back and his fingers into his shoulders. A whine escaped his parted lips as Liam nipped at his throat and he couldn't help but to feel a bit of the whore when his cock jumped to attention like a new army recruit.

"God...killing me..." he moaned into Liam's throat doing a bit of the nipping himself.

"No, baby I'm showing you how alive you are." Liam whispered pulling his hand from the water when it was hot enough.

He pulled back the curtain and climbed into the tub William still securely wrapped around him. He turned so William was the one beneath the water and moved forward until the water flowed down Will’s back. He watched as the water that soaked his hair then flowed down his body in awe.

"Beautiful." Liam breathed out.

A deep pink flush flowed down William's body along with the warm water, but it had nothing to do with the water. He'd closed his eyes to keep the water from blinding him, but even then, he could feel Liam's smoldering gaze on his body. None of his lovers had ever just looked at his body with that kind of appreciation and it caused his skin to flush even more.

Tilting back his head, he parted his lips letting the warm water fill his mouth. His fingers dug deeper into Liam's shoulders as his cock twitched happily against his stomach in anticipation of what was to come.

"God you’re so fucking beautiful." Liam groaned, his own cock growing impossibly harder with each passing second.

He lowered his mouth to Will’s neck his mind feverish with want of this man. His best friend and now his lover. He mouthed his throat tasting the salty tang of sweat and the warm water as he kissed and licked. His hands kneaded that perfect ass he'd found himself coveting more and more with each day they spent together.

William was completely consuming his mind and Liam just didn't care. He wanted him---he wanted him so damn much---and he loved him, always had in one way or another. Nevertheless, he loved him so much more now that all those feelings were out in the open.

"Want you." He purred against William's pulse point as he thrust his cock up just enough to push it against that tiny perfect hole.

A soft whimper erupted from deep in William's throat as Liam's cock slid between his ass cheeks, teasing at his opening. He began panting as he pushed back begging silently to be taken hard and fast, then finally spoke.

"Liam...please..." the words were half whine and half gasp as he opened his eyes. Looking deep into those dark pools of desire, he leaned forward nipping at Liam's ear as he whispered. "Fuck me...fuck me hard, Liam."

Liam’s body shuddered. "Damn I love it when you beg me like that."

His gaze darted around finally settling on a bottle of shampoo. Opening it one handed he poured some into his other hand haphazardly, then spread it over his fingers. Quickly he slid his hand beneath Will's ass and pressed his fingers between his cheeks. It was there that he pushed first one, then two fingers inside preparing him as fast as he could without hurting him. As his mouth fused to Will's, his breathing erratic, he kissed him heatedly and with as much passion as he could muster. Even now in the rush to be inside Will, joined with him. After he was sure William was prepared, enough he pulled his fingers out replacing them with the tip of his cock pressing against Will’s hole.

"Beg me again."

"Please..." William gasped in need at the loss of Liam's fingers, "...please fuck me...fuck me hard...Liam..." his breath was a whimpering sigh against Liam's mouth as he pushed back against the hardness trapped between his ass cheeks.

He squirmed and whined his pupils dilating and his body trembling with the need of this man. Liam was all he had ever wanted and now he had him. Just being here in his arms might be enough any other day, but today he needed to be shone the truth. He needed that pulsing hardness pounding deep inside him, drawing him into a maelstrom of lust and want edged with just a bit of pain.

"Now..." He keened desperately.

"As you wish." Liam pushed forward into William with one smooth thrust only stopping long enough to let William adjust. He was giving Will exactly what he wanted, hard and fast, his arms straining and bulging as he held Will forcing him down onto his cock. Liam moaned as he consumed William totally with his cock claiming him, holding him, and his mouth searing whatever skin he could reach.

William's back bowed as Liam's cock slammed deep inside him and he screams in need. Repeatedly he was opened wide and for him there was no other way to feel alive---impaled on that exquisite thickness. As Liam's mouth moved over his water slicked chest, nipping and suckling at his nipples he cried out repeatedly in one long guttural syllable.

"LiamLiamLiamLiamLiam..."

His body quivered and spasmed as Liam lifted him up and down with those thickly muscled arms, forcing him to ride his cock. This was heaven, he thought, as he bit his lip, his hands clawing at the slick tile, and his own cock rubbing between their bodies until it felt on fire from the friction.

"That's it baby…that’s it." Liam moaned, losing himself completely and wanting to take Will with him into the void of ultimate feverish pleasure.

At Liam's urging William began to twist his hips with each downward thrust, grinding hard so every inch of Liam was clenched in his tight ass. His back bowed as the head of Liam's cock slammed into that sensitive spot deep inside sending jolts of heat to his already burning cock.

"Liammm..." he whined and writhed urging Liam to slam him harder down. He was completely on fire, his cock, his ass, and he could feel his balls drawing up tight, as he grew closer to that perfect high. "Harder... harder..." he gasped.

"God yeah…fuck yeahhhh…"

Moaning gutturally Liam pressed one hand and a knee against the wall so that he could push harder without physically hurting Will. He didn’t want to cause him real pain and it felt so good to be here. Liam had never felt anything as good as being inside of William.

"Ohhh…Jesus Christ! YES!!!!"

"Please...God please...Liam..."

William begged desperately as Liam shifted his stance so he was sliding in deeper. His head thrashed from side to side as he fell into that place so close to death--- what was it the French called it---le petite morte. Because right now he was sure, his heart would explode. His cock was pressed tightly between their slick bodies and the pressure was almost unbearable.

"Please Liam...need to...need to..." he whimpered lost in the madness of it all.

No one had ever taken him like this and no one else ever would. He was Liam's completely; he would do anything to feel this, anything including being this man's slave forever.

Liam understood what William desired so he lifted one hand pushing it between their bodies and gripped Will’s cock pumping it in time with his thrusts.

"Come for me, Will. Let me watch you come, baby."

All it took were those words and he found himself screaming louder than he thought possible. Liam slammed deep into him as his cock jerked wildly in Liam's grip spraying both their chests with cum. His ass clenched tightly around the thickness of Liam's cock and he bore down. His vocal cords strained from the never-ending howl that rose from his gut.

Nothing human was in that sound, there was nothing but animal need left to express as he thrashed madly, his legs tightening as well as his ass.

"Oh fuckkk…" Liam gritted out as he came hard and deep inside of Will.

His knees started to buckle as he tightened his grip on Will and they slid to the bottom of the bathtub. They were both shaking and clinging to one another as if their lives depended on it and Liam wasn’t sure that it didn't. He just held William panting, heaving, his cock still twitching inside Will as the smell and feel of salty cum sliding down his chest beneath the shower of water soothed him.

Lifting his head, William blinked the water from his eyes and placed a weak kiss on Liam's bowed head. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt to breathe much less talk, but he tried to put everything he felt into that kiss. His arms tightened around Liam as the shower washed away cum and tears. A sudden copper tang filled his mouth and he realized that he'd bitten his lip. It didn't matter though, he thought, as he felt the still twitching warmth of Liam's spent cock inside him. He didn't want this to end---not now, not ever.

Head slumping onto Liam's shoulder he smiled and whispered. "...Love you...always..."

"Good cause I can't ever lose you." Liam replied through a hoarse throat, his voice scratchy. "This hurts I feel like a pretzel but I don't want to move."

William laughed weakly. "Me either, pet. Want to stay here like this forever...you inside and around me. But my bleedin' legs are cramping something awful."

"Alright…alright getting up. Up we go." Liam grunted as he disentangled himself from Will carefully. Standing up slowly he groaned as every muscle and bone protested.

William looked up from his sprawled position in the tub one eyebrow raised. "Give a boy a hand would you, luv?" He grinned up at Liam reaching out to slap at Liam's thigh. "Think you broke me."

Liam chuckled holding out a hand. "Oh, yeah sorry. Mind’s a little muddled must have been that fantastically mind blowing sex."

Taking Liam's hand Will smiled wickedly if a bit tiredly. "So broke me and now your brain is splattered on the shower wall? What do you suppose gets brain off tile?" His grin widened along with his sparkling eyes. "Oh...'scuse me, pet. That's cummm..." he drawled.

Laughing harder Liam pulled Will to his chest. "Your incorrigible."

"And you like it that way---now don't you, pet?" Came the muffled reply followed by a quick nip to Liam's nipple.

Liam jumped, then smacked Will’s ass once lightly. "You bet I do."

Rubbing his ass Will growled softly. "Well then you won't mind scrubbing a bloke's back will ya?" Will grinned ear to ear waggling his brows. "I mean ain't like we can spend all day in this tub---now can we?"

"No guess not. Can’t have you wrinkling up into nothing tiny skinny boy. Turn around and I'll scrub yer back there, Master."

Snorting William rolled his eyes. "Tiny skinny boy me bleedin' arse..." he grumbled as he turned his back to Liam, "...I'll show you whose 'tiny' one of these days."

Leaning, palms flat on the wall, he turned his face up into the cascading water and wiggled his ass at Liam.

Another smack landed on Will's ass, and then the hand was gone replaced by a soaped up rag only moment later. Liam washed Will's back and everything else he could reach then rinsed the rag.

"Okay you can rinse off now."

Sighing William stepped fully into the cascade letting the soap bubbles rinse away, then reached out snatching the wash cloth from Liam's hand. "My turn, luv." He waggled his brows as he soaped up the cloth and began stroking it over Liam's chest in a hypnotic rhythm. "Got a problem with that?"

Watching intently Liam shook his head. "Not a one. No ones ever did this type of thing. Well my mom but I was like a baby at the time."

William pressed a finger to Liam’s lips and smiled. "No talkin' about anything like that. Kinda puts a damper on the mood."

Then ever so gentle he slowly guided Liam beneath the water and began massaging his body with the wash cloth. As he kneaded Liam's back, he hummed to himself softly. Slowly he made his way down the length of Liam's body, down to his ankles, then back up until his hand rested on Liam's shoulder blade.

"Liam... always wanted to ask about this." His fingers traced the outline of dark ink.

"The tattoo?" Liam questioned. "Nothing special. Just mom used to call me her little angel and I've always liked mythological beasts and Gryphons are not only one of the most interesting but also beautiful. So, one day I found this drawing took it to a tattoo artist told him to put it on my back and an 'A' in the claws. Wa-la there you have it."

"Nice..." William whispered. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on the tattoo, then straightened up. "Let's get you rinsed off, pet. I don't know about you, but I'm starving." He slapped Liam's ass, then scrambled from the shower with a laugh.

"Brat!" Liam yelled but continued to rinse off, then jumped out.

Grabbing a towel on his way out he chased Will down the hall flicking him with the towel and scaring Mary while also giving her quite an eyeful. Mary squealed crossing herself then ran the other direction mumbling about god, the devil, and Liam apparently eating well, all at once.

William came to a sliding stop at the top of the stairs with a snort. "You suppose Mary went blind from that display? Shit I forgot she'd be here." Then his frown turned to a wild laugh as he saw the realization of Mary, nakedness, and Liam naked as well sink in.

Liam chuckled. "It's okay she won't tell on us she loves your mom way more. Not to mention I think she liked the show more than you may think. She just has to make it seem like she doesn't. After all can't be fraternizing with your boss’ son now can you?" Liam arched a brow sticking his tongue out.

Stalking down the hall William growled at Liam then pounced. He licked the side of Liam's face and whispered softly in his ear. "So what you sayin', luv? You think Mary is a perv like you?" He pulled back arms wrapped around Liam's neck, stuck his tongue out, and waggled it at Liam. "Takes a perv to know a perv..."

"Ohhh...busted! Whatever shall I do now?" Liam growled dramatically as he started walking back-wards, his hands around William's waist.

"Well, I'd say molest me, but damn it all to bloody hell..." William paused dramatically, "...I do believe that was my belly growling. Either that or Precious is ready to grab him a snack sausage!" With a howl of laughter, he pulled from Liam's grip, and ran down the hall for his room.

A minute later, Liam appeared in the doorway naked, holding the towel in his hands, as he watched William dress. "Mary said she made pancakes and bacon." He grinned. "I promise I put on the towel before I went looking for her. I'm not very hungry so you head along I'll get my clothes on and when your done eating we'll discuss plans for tonight."

Looking back over his shoulder as he tucked his tee shirt in his jeans William laughed. "Plans? Wouldn't include cherry flavored lube would it?"

Liam's eyes blazed as he hungrily and unashamedly stared at William's ass a full minute before breaking his gaze to clear his throat. "No, no cherry flavored lube sorry. A little bit on the wild side but not as...naughty."

"Wild is good." William grabbed his boots heading to the door his eyes never leaving Liam's. Leaning in he kissed Liam soft and slow, then pulled back with a smile. "Looking forward to it, luv. For now though you better tuck that banger away before Precious sees it and tries to take a bite." With a chuckle, William strolled out the door.

Liam snorted but walked into the bedroom. Gather-ing up his clothes he began dressing, then put on his socks and shoes. Threading his belt through his jeans, he looked around the room at the messed up bed. His gaze shifted towards the bathroom where there was still a trail of puddles coming out and smiled to himself.

He hadn't ever felt so happy and confused as he did now. It all felt natural to him everything he'd done with Will and he was a man just like him, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. All he saw was his best friend who he loved and cared for deeply. It was almost like this step was the most natural step to make. It was scary, but freeing to be able to know and love this way. Even when you thought loving another man was something you just would never do. Nevertheless, he had and he didn't know if he should be relieved or more freaked by this concept.

Shaking it off he decided to let it go for now. He ran a hand through his hair tousling it, the strands sticking in every direction, then headed downstairs.

***

William sat on the back porch staring out at the backyard chewing a piece of syrupy pancake. The past two days had been the happiest he'd had in a long time and he wouldn't change them for the world. Of course dealing with his father was going to be a bitch when the time came.

He sighed and reached for his smokes as he took a sip of the mimosa that Mary had made him. Lighting up he inhaled and propped his booted feet on the table.

There was one thing though niggling in his brain---the nightmare. Since they'd returned from Ophelia's he kept getting these images flashing in his head. He cursed softly beneath his breath taking another drag. He knew Liam trusted Ophelia and by default he trusted her, but the feelings that visit had stirred up confused him. It was if he were suppose to remember something, something he'd forgotten.

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