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Daddy
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: A/W G/W
DISCLAIMER; They aren’t mine I just play with them
SUMMARY: AU Spangel. Buffy and Giles are married and are both in their 40’s. They have a 15 year-old son, William.
WARNING: Under age stuff, non-con, rape, daddy kink, I don’t know what else. If you're not comfortable with this, then turn around and walk away...
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BETAED BY ELY THE COMMA NAZI. BETAED BY ELY THE COMMA QUEEN.

Part 4

Angel stared at his watch again –3:30 p.m. He will be here any moment. Angel shifted on the couch and checked that all was where it was meant to be.

He had been so excited at the prospect of his boy coming round, he had spent the morning tidying up, then spent the afternoon rearranging everything. Angel glanced at his watch again. ‘Only three fucking minutes,” he thought to himself. He checked his mobile again, nothing. He stood up and began pacing, his mind a mess of ‘what if’s.

‘What if he changed his mind and wasn’t coming? What if I scared him yesterday and he doesn’t want anything to do with me? What if he hates me? What if he’s hurt?’

The last one made Angel grab his phone and quickly dial.

“Have you seen Will,” Angel asked as soon as the other end picked up.

“Hello Angel, I’m fine how are you,” came Cordelia’s sarcastic reply.

“Cordy…” Angel growled.

“No, I haven’t seen Will. He wasn’t at school today.”

“Shit.”

“Why do you want Will anyway,” asked Cordelia,

Angel thought quickly. “We were meant to meet up and play some pool and I was just wondering where he was. Look, I got to go – talk to you later,” Angel spat out, cutting Cordelia off without waiting for a response. He grabbed his coat and keys and flew out the door. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he whirled around and ran back up them again, cursing. Fumbling with his keys Angel finally got the front door open and started searching for a pen and paper, cursing when he found numerous pens that didn’t semmwto want to work. He quickly scribbled a note. ‘Will, popped out – phone me when you get here, Angel.’ Grabbing a drawing pin from the notice board and ignoring the papers that fell on the floor, Angel left the flat again, pinning the note to the outside of the door.

Angel jumped in the car and sped off in the direction of Will’s house, cursing and running a montage of all the different scenarios through his head as to why Will hadn’t turned up. Angel slowed down and parked on the opposite side of the road to Will’s house. His anger was at boiling point. ‘If they’ve hurt my boy, they will pay,’ he thought as he sat there staring at the house that held his boy.

There was a car sitting in the drive, which set Angel cursing again as he guessed that it belonged to one of Will’s parents. He looked at the windows wishing his boy would look out of one of them, smile and wave, thus letting him know all was well, but he didn’t.

“Well, this was intelligent,” Angel muttered to himself, “Now what do I do? Oh yeah, knock on the door and say ‘Hello, I’m Angel and I was just wondering if I could see Will for a bit to make sure you haven’t hurt him and I don’t really want to fuck your son from here to oblivion.’” Angel quietly ridiculed himself for his own foolishness.

He glanced around the car, his eyes falling on the phone. “Cordelia,” he said to himself with a smile as he grabbed the phone and started punching in the numbers.

“Oh great mighty one, are you going to talk to me this time,” Cordelia’s shrill voice answered.

“Sorry, Cordy, look I need your help,” Angel apologized.

“I’m listening.”

“Can you meet me outside Will’s,” Angel asked quietly.

“What? Why?”

“Please Cordy,” Angel begged, “Just get here.”

Angel wasn’t sure if it was the pleading in his voice that made Cordelia agree so easily, but she finally said, “I’m on my way.”

“Thanks, I’m in the car, opposite the house,” Angel told her as he hung up.

Angel had been staring at the house constantly since he had phoned Cordelia. He was so intent on watching the house, he didn’t see Cordelia sneak up and thump on the car roof until he jumped out of his skin. Cordelia laughed as Angel wound the window down.

“What’s all this about,” she asked.

“I need you to go in and see Will for me,” Angel said.

“Why?”

“Because, I just do okay,” Angel said testily.

“Ooh, someone got out of bed the wrong side,” Cordelia jeered, “What am I going to say?”

“I don’t know, what about ‘I thought Will would like some of the homework we were set’ and see if you can see him.”

Cordelia nodded “Okay that covers the how, now tell me why I’m doing this?”

Angel sighed and closed his eyes. “Because I’m worried about him,” Angel whispered.

Cordelia looked at him and said seriously, “We will talk about this when I get back.” With that she walked across the road and rang the door bell. Angel watched as a small blonde woman opened the door. There was a short exchange before the door was closed in Cordelia’s face; she spun round and stormed back to the car getting on the passenger side and slamming the door.

“Well,” Angel asked hopefully.

“She refused to let me see him,” Cordelia spat. Angel just looked ahead wondering what to do. Cordelia looked at her hands in her lap. “Is this about the bruises,” she asked quietly.

“What do you know,” Angel asked, his voice no more than a whisper as he stared straight ahead.

Cordelia shrugged. “Will hasn’t told me anything, if that’s what you want to know, but I’m not stupid, I know something bad happens to him in that house.”

Angel sighed, for once Cordy was putting two and two together and coming up with four rather than ten.

Angel looked at his little sister and she saw the tears glistening behind his eyes and felt her own eyes prickle as the truth finally hit home. “What are we going to do,” she asked in a shaky voice.

“We aren’t going to do anything, you are going home . . .”

“I am not,” Cordelia yelled crossing her arms.

“Yes, you are,” Angel insisted.

“If you think I’m going to leave my best friend in there on his own, you have another thing coming,” Cordelia said in her ‘Queen C’ voice.

Angel sighed knowing it was pointless arguing with her and handed her his mobile. “Phone Mum, tell her you’re staying round mine tonight.”

Cordelia ghim him a beaming smile as she took the phone and began dialing. He should have known she wouldn’t just walk away.

Cordelia passed the phone back, after leaving a quick message on the answer phone.

“So what’s the plan?”

Angel leant back into his seat and got comfortable. “We watch and we wait,” he said with a sigh.

Cordelia started rummaging in her bag and pulled out a huge book, which she promptly dumped on Angel’s lap.

“Huh,” Angel gasped as the book landed.

“You get to help me with my home work.”

Angel inwardly groaned. “What is it?”

Cordelia smiled. “History.”

This time Angel groaned audibly.

***

It was 7:30 a.m. when Angel saw the first car pull out of the drive; he sat up and wiped the condensation from the front windscreen. There had been no movement from the house since Will’s dad had arrived home and all the lights had gone out around 10:00 p.m. the night before.

An hour later, Angel saw Will’s mum get into her car and drive away.

Leaning over, he gave his sister a quick shake.

“Cordy, time to wake up.”

“It’s too early, let me sleep,” she led,led, as she pulled Angel’s leather jacket further over herself.

“Cordy, we need to move now if we are going to see Will,” Angel said softly.

Cordelia’s eyes sprang open. “I’m up,” she said as she stretched and pulled the rear view mirror round, huffing as she looked at herself, and quickly scragged her usually perfect hair up into a ponytail.

Angel exited the car and quickly walked over to Will’s house and rang the . Co. Cordelia was close on his heels.

“No answer,” he said as she drew nearer and pulled a small leather pouch out of his pocket.

“What’s that,” Cordelia asked

“Just turn around and keep lookout,” Angel said as he knelt down and began picking the lock.

“Angel, that’s against the law,” came Cordelia’s shrill whispe
“W
“Well, how else did you expect to get in?”

“Where did you learn to pick locks,” Cordelia asked as she bent over to see how it was done.

Angel sighed. “Where else, Doyle.” A cou couldn’t help but smile as he remembered his boyhood friend who was currently inside doing time for aggravated burglary.

“Okay, stupid question,” Cordelia said as she looked around, checking that there was no one about. She heard a faint click and spun round to see the front door swinging open.

Angel entered and quietly closed the door behind them. The house was silent. “Will,” he called quietly. “Where’s his bedroom,” Angel whispered to his sister when he got no reply.

Cordelia quickly ascended the stairs and led the way to a closed door at the end of the hall. She knocked lightly, but got no answer, so she tried the door handle.

“It’s locked,” she said astonished.

“Move,” Angel’s voice was gruff as he pushed Cordelia out of the way and began picking the lock.

“Why would the door be locked if he’s ill,” Cordelia asked having one of her airhead moments, which Angel just ignored.

Suddenly, the front door slammed shut and they heard the jangle ofs fos followed by footsteps in the hall.

Cordelia looked at Angel, eyes wide in shock. Angel placed his index finger over his mouth and quickly stood, pulling her into what he hoped was the bathroom. He pushed the door open and sighed in relief as he spied a bath with a shower curtain. Carefully, Angel pulled his little sister into the bath and they hid behind the shower curtain together. Cordelia buried her head in Angel’s chest, while Angel held her close as she shook with fear.

They heard footsteps coming up the stairs and the jangle of keys again, followed by the squeak of a door opening.

“I’m off to work now Will,” said a female voice, which Angel assumed belonged to Will’s mother. “I’ll be back at six, Dad won’t be home till late tonight.” Angel heard a rustling noise. “There’s the ointment you wanted.”

“Thank you,” came a slurred voice. Angel felt his heart quicken at the sound of his boy’s voice and he ached to just burst in there and hold him tight never letting him go.

“Did you take your pills?”

<> The sound reverberated round the bathroom, Angel was gob smacked, he felt fury and disbelief build – that bitch slapped his boy. He began to shake as his temper started to get the better of him. Cordelia held him closer. “Don’t,” she whispered into his ear. Angel looked down and saw the tears in her eyes. He nodded and held her closer.

“I said did you take your pills?”

“Yes Mum, the angels are coming,” Will giggled.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Angel heard the door squeak closed again, followed by the jangle of keys and footsteps descending down the stairs and the front door slamming. Neither of them moved until they heard the car pull away from the drive and the house was quiet again.

Angel quickly climbed out of the bath, Cordelia close on his heels.

“They locked him in his room, and she slapped him. Angel what’s going on? Why would she do this,”delidelia asked dumfounded.

Angel just knelt down and began picking the lock again, his anger seething under the surface. How dare they treat his boy like this? Finally, he felt the click that told him the door was unlocked. Angel stood and turned the handle, pushing the door open a fraction before turning to Cordelia saying, “Stay here.” Angel had no way of knowing what he would find on the other side of the door and there were some things Cordelia would never be ready to see.

“No way mister, I’m coming with you,” she said while punching his arm lightly.

“Please, Cordy, just this once, stay here,” Angel pleaded.

Cordelia looked at him, huffed and threw her hands in the air. “Fine.”

Angel nodded and turned to the door, took a deep breath and entered. What he saw made him gasp.

Will was lying on his stomach and trying unsuccessfully to smear cream over his tattered, battered arse. Angel stared, his boy’s beautiful arse was covered in weeping welts, scratches and red sores.

“What happened,” Angel whispered feeling the blood rush from his face as he froze in shock.

“The Angel is here,” Will giggled.

Angel stared at him. “Will,” Angel murmured quietly.

Will looked at him with glazed eyes. “My bum hurts,” he said simply.

Angel saw the tears begin to glisten behind those deep blue eyes and purposefully walked towards the bed shaking off his own feelings. His boy needed him now. He carefully sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Are you here,” Will asked, his voice so quiet that Angel nearly didn’t hear it as he was staring so intently at his boy’s injured arse unsure of what to do.

“I’m here Little One,” Angel said as he kissed the top of Will’s head. “What happened?”

“I had a beer,” Will stated childishly with a slight giggle and tears in his eyes.

Angel felt his rage begin to boil again, but pushed it down, his boy needed him. He looked at Will again. “What pills did you take?”

Will laughed. “Little blue ones. Mummy gives them to me; they are better than the red ones, red makes me sleep, blue makes me fly with the angels. . .are you really here?” Will’s voice was so childlike and lost. It broke Angel’s heart to see him like this.

“Yes, I’m here,” Angel said running his hand through his boy’s bed ruffled hair.

“Good,” Will said, as he began snuggling down into the bed enjoying the feel of Angel’s hand in his hair. “I can rest now,” he mumbled into the pillow.

“Will, you have to stay awake, just a little bit longer,” Angel said gently shaking his shoulder.

Lazily, Will lifted his head “Why,” he whined with pout.

Even under the circumstances, Angel couldn’t help thinking he looked cute with his lazy eyes and pouting lips and he ruffled Will’s hair again saying with a sad smile, “Because we have to get you out of here and back to mine.”

“Angel, my bum hurts,” Will whimpered again as if he hadn’t heard anything Angel had said. Whatever drugs his mum had given him, Angel was surprised he could still talk coherently.

Sighing, Angel softly said, “Would you like me to put some cream on you?” The implications of what he had said suddenly hit Angel and his mouth went dry and his hands began to shake.

Will smiled innocently. “Yes please, I tried but couldn’t do it, it hurt too much.”

Angel hesitantly reached for the cream on the bedside table and smeared some onto his hand. Shakily, he reached out and began gently massaging the cream into his boy’s abused buttocks.

Will groaned and Angel bit his lip as his cock hardened and began to throb as he felt the perfect, taut, round globes under his palm his anger flared as he felt the tattered edges of one deep welt, roughly graze his palm. He smeared more cream on his hand and couldn’t resist letting his fingers drift into the crack, seeking out the tight little puckered hole and letting his fingers trail over it. Will bucked his hips, seeking more, groaning in both pain and pleasure that the movement caused. Angel reached for the cream again, his eyes never leaving the twitching hole. Angel felt his arousal heighten at the sight and erotic images filled his head. Suddenly, there was a gasp from behind him and Angel spun round to see Cordelia standing there, hands covering her mouth, staring at Will’s arse.

Quickly grabbing the corner of the duvet, Angel tried to cover his boy’s nakedness. Will hissed in pain as the duvet touched his skin, giving Angel a jolt of guilt at causing him more pain.

“I told you to wait outside,” he said harshly to Cordelia.

“I got scared,” Cordelia said quietly, “What happened?” She approached the bed.

Angel sighed. “I don’t know. He’s high as a kite on something and not making much sense.”

“Hello Cordy, are you here with my Angel,” Will asked.

Cordelia smiled sadly. “Hey stranger, how you feeling?”

“My bum hurts,” Will said with a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“Cordy, find a bag and put Will’s school stuff in it while I sort out some clothes,” Angel instructed. They both started moving about the room, stuffing things into two bags Angel found in the bottom of the wardrobe.

“Are we going on holiday,” Will asked from the bed. “I haven’t been on holiday for ages,” he said with a sleepy, dreamy smile, as his head found the pillow and his eyes began to close.

“Will, stay awake,” Angel said harshly, a combination of frustration, lack of sleep and guilt rising to the surface.

Will began to cry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” he whimpered into the pillow.

Cursing at himself, Angel walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry Will,” he said while stroking his back, “but you need to stay awake, do you think you can manage that?”

Will nodded and Angel gave him a kiss on the forehead, before standing only to find Cordelia staring at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said with a small smile and they both continued to put stuff in the bags.

When they had packed everything they thought Will would need, Angel dug out a pair of tracksuit trousers and walked over to the bed. “Will, you need to put these on,” he said quietly.

Will looked at him solemnly and nodded. Angel walked to the end of the bed and poppes fes feet into the legs.

Will giggled. “That tickles,” he said as Angel’s hand brushed the sole of his foot. Angel smiled and pulled the trousers up as far as he could.

“You need to lift your hips Little One.”

Will groaned as he lifted his hips. Angel carefully pulled the trousers up, wincing in sympathy as the material made contact with his boy’s battered arse. Will cried out in pain, tears falling from his eyes. “I’m so sorry Will,” Angel gasped. Will nodded, breathing hard. Eventually the tracksuit trousers were on and Angel grabbed a t-shirt.

“Can you stand,” Angel asked. He wanted nothing more than to scoop his boy into his arms and carry him out of this house, but he knew he couldn’t carry Will without causing him more pain.

Will nodded and began the torturous journey to standing. With both Angel and Cordelia’s help, Will finally stood, swaying slightly while his body adjusted to being upright. Angel helped him shrug into his t-shirt and shoes.

“Can you walk,” Angel asked quietly.

Will snickered and swayed alarmingly. “It would be easier if the floor stopped swaying.” He turned to Angel with a lost puppy look. “My bum hurts,” he pouted.

Angel would have found the whole scenario hilarious if it wasn’t for the severity of the situation. “I know Little One,” Angel whispered into Will’s ear setting him off in a fit of giggles.

“That tickles.”

Angel smiled, Cordelia grabbed the bags and Angel slowly helped Will out of his room.

They finally made it to the car. Cordelia slung the bags into the boot, while Angel helped maneuver Will so he was lying on the back seat. The drive back was made in silence until Angel couldn’t take it any longer and asked his sister, “What’s wrong Cordy?”

“What are you going to do?”

“Huh?”

Cordelia swiveled in her seat and looked at him intently. “What are you going to do with Will when the police turn up and make him go back there?”

Angel sighed. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.

“He can’t go back there, you know that, don’t you? I mean if that’s the way they treat him…”

Angel sighed, blocking out her rant. At least this was better than a quiet Cordy, this he was familiar with.

Angel felt a light punch on his arm. “Don’t you dare switch off when I’m talking,” Cordelia yelled.

“Sorry.” Thankfully, they had just pulled up outside of the apartment block so Cordelia’s rant was cut short while they helped Will up to the apartment. Angel cursed the whole way about the lift still being out of order, thinking how ironic it was that the first time his boy had been here he was grateful that the lift was broken.

Finally, they made it to the top. Will had tears of pain falling down his face. Angel threw the keys at Cordelia and she deftly opened the door, while Angel led his boy straight to the bedroom where he promptly fell facedown on the bed.

Will sniffed. Angel was breathing heavily; for someone so small, Will certainly weighed a lot. Angel collapsed on the bed next to his boy. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

Will sniffed and turned and looked at Angel. “My bum hurts.”

Angel quietly laughed. “I know.”

Cordelia came in and slung the bags on the floor before carefully falling onto the bed on the other side of Will.

Will turned to her and smiled. “My Angel came and rescued me from the nasty ogre and the wicked witch.”

Cordelia just smiled a sad smile at him.

“Can we rest now Angel,” Will asked in a faint voice.

“Yes Little One, we can rest now,” Angel replied just as quietly.

Will smiled as he quickly fell into a dream-filled sleep, knowing he was safe at last.

TBC


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