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Part 24: Incubus
However, with a great sense of relief, Will felt those shameful feelings recede after having laid his lips on his son down there like that. He didn't know if it was the act itself or if it was Daryl who had a calming effect on him, but he guessed probably a bit of both. In any case, Will wasn't in any hurry to return to that anxious man he'd become lately.
A man that felt a hunger that he wished he'd never experienced.
'Sh...' Will ran his hand through Daryl's hair for what he thought was the last time that night.
'Ain't going to happen tonight, I know that. And I'm OK with it.'
Daryl fidgeted restlessly and muttered something incomprehensible. Will conveniently interpreted it to mean that he was as disappointed as he was with the same empty ache in his chest that he'd had since his wife died. Will knew that it was only his younger son who was able to fill that void within him.
'Sorry, son.' He whispered and shook his head apologetically. 'Maybe another time, huh?'
He bent down to draw the thin cover up over him before he went back to bed. Only after pausing to look back over and check that his boy was sleeping peacefully when he really was only looking for any excuse not to return to his own lonely bed.
But no reason was forthcoming, however.
'Lyin' there jus' like a little innocent angel.' Will whispered to himself in awe and with a huge wrench of effort, managed to tear his eyes away.
'You can look but you can't touch.' He hissed at himself viciously in disgust as he went out, clenching his fists while his balls felt like they were full of liquid lead. He shuddered when he recalled how close he came to ….came to...came to what exactly?
But he stopped his thoughts right there, unable to follow them to their inevitable and highly disturbing conclusion.
Fuck...'What's that boy 'o' mine done to me?
However, when he finally made it back into in his own room, he refused to satisfy his urges and didn't touch himself. Not once. It was pure torture – like he was punishing himself for having such impure and disgusting thoughts about his own flesh and blood.
He tried to sleep but lay there for over an hour, just staring up at the ceiling and unable to doze off. He considered going downstairs and drinking the rest of that half bottle of whiskey – right then it was sorely tempting but he knew that would send him off and he would still wake up at dawn like he normally did.
No matter how much he drank the night before.
Finally he gave in and got up to go back into Daryl's room, telling himself that he only wanted to check up on him again. Which he'd done virtually every night since Mike, even though he knew deep down that that boy-fucker had been dealt with.
He opened the door to Daryl's bedroom slowly so not to disturb him and peeking his head round, he put a hand to his mouth to smother a gasp.
Thankfully, his fears were unfounded – his son was lying there peacefully unmolested and safely tucked up in bed just as Will knew he would be.
But was he safe from a father lusting after him in exactly the same way – more or less - that his so called best friend had done?
That thought made his blood freeze in his veins, causing Will to hesitate briefly, even if he did gaze down at his son's perfectly rounded and shapely bare buttocks again.
Because they were exposed once more. He shook his head. To him it was like Daryl was taunting him by waving a red flag like that right under his nose.
However, before going further into the room, Will stopped to listen to the sounds of the house apart from the creaking in the eaves. He was relieved to discover that apparently there was no fiercely protective big brother around - no one who could stop him. And this fact did nothing to quell his desire but instead only inflamed it.
But he had to make sure that they really were alone first, Merle could easily have slipped past him when Will was in his cups. Still, the father knew what he had to do to ease his own mind, so, with a sigh of irritation, he left the room to check whether Merle was indeed safely out of the way.
He just couldn't take the risk of him finding out that his Daddy had feelings for his brother that went beyond natural fatherly affection. Because it would be just like him to spoil everything, he thought bitterly as he padded silently across the landing and poked his head around Merle's room. His father strained his ears for any sound of him sleeping – snoring like a freight-train more like - in the shadowy darkness. Meanwhile, he searched with his eyes for any sign of his sleeping form on the bed.
It was empty.
Silence.
Will breathed a deep sigh of relief because he now had a green light to proceed without worrying about being disturbed.
So, with a coil of excitement slowly rising in his belly, Will returned to other son's room but didn't enter straightaway. Instead, he hovered outside awhile to listen to his slow breathing.
Still sleeping peacefully where he'd left him and with any luck - no more bad dreams tonight, then. So, he should leave since he wasn't needed. Put a stop to what ever this was before it had a chance to start.
He hadn't laid a hand on him - other than his lips that was. He hadn't hurt him – Daryl wasn't even aware of anything he'd done!
That thought helped to calm him, so he dared to switch the light on in the hallway. Daryl was usually a heavy sleeper and Will didn't worry about him waking up but now he could see him more clearly - his face mainly - now that the lights in the hallway was on. Will had left the door open now he had no fear of Merle catching him in the act.
Will turned back to the matter at hand. Those rounded, angelic cheeks were still rosy when usually Daryl was pale –far too pale. Actually, he looked like he was freezing – at some point in the five minutes he was gone to check on Merle, Daryl had kicked off the top blanket. So without thinking that it was summer and that Daryl most likely didn't need it, Will pulled it back over him again and mercifully covered up most of the temptation with it.
'What the hell was I thinkin' just now?' He whispered, wondering quietly aloud. 'I would never...' He pulled the cover up to his chin, but he stopped dead when his fingers accidently fluttered against the corner of Daryl's mouth. He was left standing mesmerized as his eyes fixed on them. That sensual, full mouth that was so much like his Mama's – Will was simply spellbound by it. Imagining what that mouth could do...What it had been forced to do already...He cut that thought off in a hurry. Knew he should turn away and leave – deal with it by himself like a man.
But he just simply couldn't make himself go.
Then it came to him with a shock that his hand was already down his pants and he couldn't even recall sliding it down there.
His conscience screamed at him to leave. Not to involve Daryl in any way in his sick problem, most importantly not rob him of more of his innocence than Mike already had. But his legs refused to obey him, apparently he had no control over his own body anymore. Still, incredibly, sense won out in the end and he guiltily removed his hand from his groin as he took a step backwards. Fearing that if he could go this far, to stare at his son's sleeping form while jerking off, it wouldn't take much to cross that final line and do something that he could never, ever take back.
On some level, he was proud of himself for listening to reason where there was none really to begin with. At the same time, he was still pissed at his son for not appreciating how much he struggled with it each day. Especially when he was still being rewarded for his self-control and patience with the occasional look of fear.
His son still didn't fully trust him – still thought he was going to get hurt and his father wasn't surprised, not really. Even a man like Will Dixon wasn't insensitive enough to not grasp that years of pain and terror didn't just go away in a mere few months and that he couldn't really blame the boy for being wary of him. Nevertheless, he still felt that he was owed some kind of gratitude, that the boy acknowledge that he really had tried to change and become a better father to him.
Didn't Daryl owe him something after that?
He'd felt the change in his body once Daryl had returned from the trip. When he'd been relaxed before, he was now tense all over.
'Daryl...' He whispered softly, careful not to wake the sleeping boy, he needed his rest after all the excitement of the field-trip. His hand fiddled with the frayed corner of the extra blanket he'd placed over him earlier. Meanwhile, he noticed that Daryl had snuggled himself up in it as he leaned in closer.
'Daryl...son...' He buried his face in his hair then, revelling in its softness, - its smell. Daryl didn't even smell like a boy – he always smelled like the wild flowers he loved. Another reason Merle always teased him – occasionally exaggeratedly drawling his name out and mockingly changing it into Darlena.
Daryl muttered in his sleep, sounding annoyed but still didn't stir and Will knew that nothing short of the end of the world could wake that boy up.
He straightened up at that and stroked back the stray strands from his boy's face. Daryl's was lying on his side with his mouth slightly open, completely relaxed.
'Never gonna hurt my sweet boy.' His father whispered to him. At that, Daryl did move and his eyes fluttered open.
Will drew back in shock, afraid he'd heard what he'd just said.
Just as he feared, he had heard every word. 'Not hurt me - what do you mean, dad?' He asked timidly and when he saw Will frown at him, the fear on his face grew and he instinctively recoiled from his father before he sat up abruptly.
Will cursed himself for his own stupidity and rashness in his head because now his son was immediately wide-awake.
'Dad, what's wrong? What did I do?'
Will cursed himself because he immediately thought he was in trouble, did he really have that little control over his facial expressions? Of course, Daryl thought he was to blame and no doubt that he was going to get punished after all. Because what other explanation could there be for his father being in his room?
Will shook his head at him, but didn't say anything. Daryl looked down then, resigned to his fate and probably thinking Will was considering how best to inflict pain even as his fingers tilted his surprised son's chin up.
'Sh...sh...' Will brushed his hair back. 'It's OK. Nothing's wrong, you didn't do nothin', son. Didn't mean to wake ya - jus' checkin' up on ya.'
Daryl visibly calmed down after seeing his father wasn't angry. 'I'm OK, Dad. Ya don't need to worry about me.' Then he leaned forward and put his arms around Will who smiling, hugged him to his chest.
'Still my sweet, innocent boy. Ain't ever gonna hurt ya like he tried to.' He murmured into his son's hair.
His son suddenly pulled away to look up at him in fearful confusion. 'What?'
'Forget it, son.'
'No, Dad. What did you mean?'
Will floundered for a way to get out of this. 'It's just that sometimes I'm afraid you think all adult men are like that piece of crap. I just want to make you see I'm not.'
Daryl stared at him in confusion before he burst out laughing, taking Will completely by surprise. He hadn't even reacted to the indirect Mike-reference. Or the fact that Will had suggested it was possible for a father to have those feelings for his own children either.
Will looked at his son with new eyes then, as if seeing him for the first time. Especially when his son's typically sweet and innocent expression suddenly disappeared, to be replaced with a more adult cynical hardness that he didn't recognize on him.
It didn't help when he climbed into Will's lap, rubbing his nose with his father's who was dumbfounded. Will didn't know how to react to this new, unfamiliar and bold version of his son.
He bit his lip in disbelief when Daryl breathed out, 'Not so innocent,' in his ear. He narrowed his eyes and looked sharply back at him while Daryl smirked.
Where had his son gone? Looked like he'd been suddenly replaced with his streetwise and sexually experienced other son – Merle.
Since his father was still too surprised to reply, Daryl continued. 'I've seen the way ya been lookin' at me, Dad.' He stressed the last word with mocking sarcasm. 'I know what ya want.'
'Daryl...what ya gettin' at, son?' Will decided to play innocent, Daryl couldn't really be suggesting what he seemed to be, could he? He deliberately made his face go blank and unreadable and his eyes along with it.
'Dad...it's OK. I know. I know you've been fighting it. But you don't need to worry. 'Cos me and Merle already been practisin', if ya know what I mean...' Daryl uncharacteristically sneered and licked his lips provocatively and Will found that he once again couldn't look away from that sensual mouth so full of sinful promise.
As if Daryl had read his mind, he added, 'Says I'm real good with my mouth too.' His son's eyes glittered mischievously when he said that, making Will clench his jaws together as he was overcome with rage and maybe – some other emotion - was it jealousy? Never mind how far-fetched it all sounded.
He clenched his fists at his sides for good measure, not really knowing how to calm himself down but he managed to after taking a few deep breaths. Had Merle really done to his little brother what Daryl was suggesting?
He cleared his throat and looked down at Daryl - trying to catch some other emotion in those alert eyes like fear or hurt.
But there was nothing as far as Will could see.
'Do ya mean to tell me... Merle's been ...been touchin' ya, son?' Will tried to keep his voice calm and be delicate otherwise he knew that his skittish youngest son would clam up, neither of those things came naturally to Will or Merle, but they sure did to Daryl. Even though the graphic images that suddenly sprung into his head made him want to go and get his shotgun and wait for Merle with it until he got back, it wouldn't do Daryl any good if he showed his anger in front of him. Then again, did it have something to do with Mike? That pervert was long gone and posed no threat but that didn't mean that the after-effects of what he'd done were erased.
He couldn't help but to dwell on wondering just how far Merle had gone with his payback. For all Will knew, he had just given him a free pass and told him to never show his face in the village again, if he valued his life. Will furiously recalled how shifty Merle had looked when they'd discussed what he'd done with Mike and the father recalled how he never - not once had got a straight answer from him about how he'd dealt with that piece of shit.
Will couldn't believe it. Sure, his eldest was a junkie, a drunk, a womanizer and all-round waste of space. But pervert? Could he really have done to him what Daryl was saying? Especially when he saw how badly Mike's assault had affected him?
How could he?
So he sighed instead, tilting his son's chin up for a second time because Daryl had been looking shamefacedly down at the floor – his cocky attitude at odds with his cowed body- language.
'What did he do?'' He asked softly, the sense of deja-vu nearly overwhelming him as he stroked his hair gently. 'Did he hurt you?'
That question made Daryl lose the innocent facial expression he previously had assumed, instead he tilted up his chin almost defiantly as he straightened his back. 'Didn't do nothin' I didn't want.' Daryl fired back defensively and meeting his eyes fearlessly now. 'Actually, it was me who made the first move on him.'
Now it was Will's turn to look down. Not at the floor but at his son's narrow bare chest and his taunt stomach. Even the possibility that Merle had touched his little brother in that way made him fume with anger and he felt his rage growing at his sick bastard of a son who had corrupted the other. Daryl desperately tried to calm him down by smiling but not surprisingly, with little success.
With an unsteady voice he couldn't help blurting out, 'I'm gonna fuckin' kill him...the sick bastard!.'
Daryl laid a hand on his arm, all wide-eyed innocence again. But something about his expression seemed contrived to his father. Like Daryl was playacting – playing a role. Like a whore.
Did he put on this act with Merle? Will shivered at the thought – told himself it was revulsion but he admitted that his reaction was mixed with something else. Was it lust? At this moment, his son's mere touch felt like it was burning his skin and he frowned down at his hand. Worse – the fiery glowing feeling was now spreading throughout his whole body, and Daryl was sitting in his lap. Now he was obviously old enough and not so innocent to not put two and two together if he felt something growing hard against him. It had happened once before after all, and now Will knew he wouldn't get away with his - 'it's something I can't always control, don't mean nothing by it' - explanation he'd given him a second time.
Not under these circumstances and not after Mike.
'I won't let Merle hurt ya, ever again. He's gonna get what's comin' to him for corruptin' ya, mark my words... That boy'll get his."
Somehow he managed to keep the murderous fury he felt towards the sick brother molesting son-of-a-bitch out of his voice. Or most of it at least but not enough for Daryl to not react.
'No, please don't hurt him, please don't, Dad. Told ya, I started it! He didn't even want to at first but I made him!'
'You made him?' Will couldn't stop his voice from continuing rising in volume. 'You're fuckin' kiddin' me!'
Daryl let out a whimper and drew back in alarm.
'I'm not blaming you.' He said at Daryl's stricken expression in a calmer tone. 'Just don't lie to me to protect ya big brother, is all.
'I'm not! It's all true!'
'Right. Why don't you tell me how long it took for him to give in to you? Not long, I bet!'
Instead of replying, Daryl sighed; ''He said we shouldn't...that it weren't right...That it would kill you if you found out...'
'Too right! What you boys have done…'
'I'm...we're sorry, Dad. Please don't be angry with him.'
Will humpfed and gently pushed his son back by his chest to get a better look at him. He was determined to have the truth and forced himself to speak softly. Like everything about this didn't make him want to retch, not to mention saw his older son's dick off as slowly as possible, "You can't be serious. You're tellin' me, that you started it with him? Ya expect me to believe that shit?"
Will's voice had started to rise again, no matter how he tried to hold back his fury and by then, and something about Daryl's body-language changed if only for a couple of seconds.
'It's true. I… I… Dad…' Daryl stammered, upturning his face. Will could see the tears dancing in his eyes, ready to fall. Making Will wanting to give comfort instead of thrashing the pussy out of him like he would have done mere months ago.
'Now, now.' He patted his back reassuringly. 'This is all Mike's doin'...Must be because of what he did...But Merle should have known that and not taken advantage of you!'
'I told you he didn't!' Daryl's eyes flashed in equal vehemence to match his father's fury when it came to defending his scumbag brother.
'Sh...' Will realized then what most of his anger at Daryl's hero – his scumbag brother - managed to achieve and changed tactic. He did his best to soothe him instead as he gently stroked his youngest's hair back off his face, then kissed him chastely on the forehead, while Daryl leaned into him and closed his eyes as if in relief.
'It's OK, Daryl. I ain't angry with you, son. I'm pissed at your brother, is all. He should know better. You're just confused, I know ya didn't really want it. Ya head's all over the place, poor boy.' He soothed and heard himself talking to him in that voice, reverting to babying him again. How could he have ever hurt him?
But suddenly Daryl pulled back and Will saw a hungry determination momentarily flash in his eyes before he kissed Will full on the mouth! Despite the fact that he'd been dreaming of this moment – no, longing for it, Will admitted reluctantly to himself, he froze. He immediately pushed Daryl off of his lap after feeling himself respond because he wouldn't allow himself to step over that line.
Yet the little devil only smiled at him. That did it for Will as he drew back his hand and backhanded Daryl heavily across the face. 'Don't ya dare!' He hissed at him. His son didn't even seem shocked. His eyes didn't tear up, he didn't even rub his rapidly reddening cheek like he usually did whenever Will lost it with him in the past.
Unintimidated and undeterred, Daryl smirked at him knowingly as he stood there between his splayed legs like he could see into his soul and knew that his father was struggling with himself not to kiss him right back. Because this is what Will had wanted all along, what he'd dreamt about, fantasized about – and this time his son was willing.
In fact, Daryl got back into his lap and reached forward to try his luck again. He pressed his lips to Will's now open ones but this time he also brazenly forced his tongue into his father's mouth.
Will finally responded, he simply couldn't help himself. It was all too much. Daryl was irresistible, especially when everything about him and his actions were so conflicted. Like his tongue, at times he used it to kiss his father with easy confidence, other times his kiss was tentative like he wasn't sure about what he was doing. This bold versus shy Daryl that sometimes shone through made Will beyond confused, of course by then, he wasn't really capable of conscious thought.
Will twined his hands in his son's hair and tugged at it gently as he deepened the kiss. It all felt so good that he forced away the alarm bells screaming in his head -accusing him of being a sick and twisted pervert, when he'd had Mike punished brutally for doing this very thing. But then Daryl hadn't been willing with him not like he was right now. Bastard had been forcing himself on him that was a different thing entirely and his son had been terrified and crying.
He couldn't be further from that now. In fact, it seemed that all that time spent holding Daryl on the sofa and soothing him, making him feel safe was paying off a hundredfold because now his son was looking up at him with a look of eager anticipation. In Will's warped mind to him, it seemed as though Daryl wanted Will as badly as he wanted him. The fact that Daryl trusted him enough not to hurt him, made him breathe a little easier.
Will knew that he was so turned on by this he wouldn't be able to deny his son a thing. Not to mention, deny himself when opportunity knocked on his door like this.
Daryl moved his hips slightly then, rubbing up against Will's increasingly hardening dick, forcing him to stifle a moan. 'Gonna teach me about the birds and the bees, Dad?' He smirked at his father when they stopped to get some air. 'Bit late for that, don't ya think?'
Will didn't have words or the breath to reply.
'Yeah, Dad. Merle taught me but I bet ya are even better.'
"How far did he go with ya, huh?"
'We done everythin',' Daryl smirked arrogantly, challenging his father to comment. 'I mean, pretty much everything there is to sex. You won't hurt me, don't worry.'
Will stroked his cheek then and for a second the anger he felt was replaced with sadness, Merle must have taken advantage of him. Manipulated him somehow.
'That piece of shit….' He couldn't help but mutter at his absent son, before giving his youngest his full attention. "You sure about this?' Giving him one last chance to back out.
Daryl nodded and Will could easily see the excitement rising in his son's eyes. But still he hesitated, held back. He remembered thinking how strange that he was taking time to reconsider when this had been all he'd wanted for so long.
Everything he wanted had fallen straight into his lap -literally - and it couldn't get better than this. Having Daryl coming onto him first. It probably all had to do with him being used to suppressing his desires and just when he was about to give in to them – something always stopping him. But a little more of Daryl deliberately grounding himself against his crotch, while he playfully slid one hand up under his father's shirt or even both at the same time, Will didn't care about anything else.
Not true. He let out another moan of pleasure and only had eyes for his son on his lap who seemed to be enjoying himself as well as the reaction he was getting out of his father.
'Last chance to back out, son. 'Cos once I start, I ain't gonna stop. Even if ya cry and beg me to like a little bitch.' Will's snapped.
Daryl rolled his eyes at this and shrugged his shoulders in impatience. Not in the least put off by his father's harsh and unromantic language. 'I bet if I cry too much and whimper in just the wrong way, you will. Merle always does – 'cos he thinks he's hurtin' me.' He scoffed. 'As if.'
His son snickered in that disdainful way that only teenage boys can. 'But you're something else, huh, Dad. Ya older and more experienced...'
Will wasn't sure about that but then Daryl smirked up at him as he let his words drift away, full of dark, secret meaning while he circled his father's nipple with his forefinger under the shirt, making Will gasp. But he didn't push him away.
Will shook his head, didn't yet know what to think about what he and Merle had done together. If it was true, Will was at least glad that Merle hadn't been unnecessarily rough or even sadistic with him. God knows, Will knew that his older son had a cruel streak in him, just like his old man but he should have known that he would never be less than tender and considerate with his baby brother. He'd always had a soft spot for Daryl after all.
Will knew Daryl hadn't really wanted Merle to do those things to him, he couldn't have – not really. However, in any case whatever they had done with one another, Merle had obviously tried to make sure that Daryl was comfortable with everything they did, Daryl's lack of fear made this obvious and he didn't seem to be lying about that part. Besides, the boy was always easy to read, he was to Will, at least.
Will seriously doubted Merle would knowingly hurt Daryl, he loved him too much but the question remained how had all of this affected him psychologically? First Mike, then incest with his brother. He was willing to bet his life that Merle had never thought about the reasons why Daryl had come on to him in the first place.
No, Merle never considered the consequences, just took what he was offered. Never considered the possibility that maybe Daryl was just a traumatized teenage boy trying to claw back some of the control and dignity that had been so brutally wrenched from him.
Had that sick fuck put ideas into both their heads – starting this whole thing off when he attacked Daryl in the first place? What about himself? He'd had these feelings for Daryl even before the rape.
'Hey, don't disappear on me, dad.' Daryl waved his hand in front of his face.
He felt his face grow hotter as he blushed, something he hadn't done since he was Daryl's age and all it took was for Daryl to call him 'Dad' Well, that combined with what they were doing right that moment. He'd been so lost in his thoughts and had to remind himself that what was done, was done and that he wasn't actually doing anything wrong after all. Daryl wanted this, no one was getting forced here. Besides, Merle had broken him in already, if he was to believe him.
'Right. Wait there and don't move.' He ordered his son. 'Jus' gotta go and get something...' He heard Daryl's breathing become ragged but from excitement rather than fear and panic that usually was the cause. The difference was miniscule, but Will heard it.
When he came back shortly after, he was rewarded with the sight of his son already stripped of his pyjamas which almost put to rest any stabs of conscience on his part. Daryl was waiting there shamelessly naked with no hint of his characteristic shyness. It was all Will could do as he stifled a groan at the sight not to go and take his son right there on the bed and to hell with the foreplay.
But he couldn't do that – not to Daryl. He was going to draw things out by going over him until he was begging for it.
'Ain't shy, are ya?' He marveled at the change in his normally timid son, looking at him admiringly.
Daryl shrugged and smirked in reply. Was it just his imagination or had Daryl's lips got redder, more full? The little brat had probably been biting them as he waited for Will to come back, knowing exactly what kind of an effect that would have on his father.
'I'll make it all go away, son.' He took a seat on the bed, pushing Daryl so that he ended up on his back, causing him to breathe a little faster in excitement while Will's fingers itched to touch him. But he enjoyed watching his son squirm, and he made no move to touch him. Will wanted to show him that he was no brutish Mike.
'That's it…I'll show you how good it can be. Make you forget all about perverted scumbags like Mike.' He managed to stop himself with a massive effort just in time before he added 'and Merle' without thinking.
Daryl immediately tensed up under his hands and Will cursed himself for bringing up Mike at a delicate point like this when his son was offering him everything he'd ever wanted on a silver platter.
'Dad...Look, don't worry about me. I want this.' He protested when Will still kept from touching him. 'You can touch me, I'll let you.'
'Wait a minute, son. Ya think I'm jus' gonna jump right on top of ya and grab ya jus' like that?'
'No.' Daryl muttered under his breath, 'But I kinda wish you would.'
Will stared at him in disbelief. Like he was a stranger he didn't know. In a way, this new sexually experienced and flirtatious version of his son was turning him on.
'These things take time, son, if ya want them done right.' He explained with more patience than he actually felt.
True to his word, Will took his sweet time causing his son to grow more impatient than ever, even more obvious when he pondered where to touch first because he knew he would get more of a positive reaction if he did it in the right place. He had always enjoyed building up the anticipation like that.
To begin with, Will pecked his lips before kissing his way softly down his throat causing Daryl to arch his back and whimper in pleasure. He ran his hand gently through his hair like he'd done a thousand times before as his father, but now he kissed him down the long column of his throat again but this time adding a little more teeth to graze his skin slightly. Daryl gripped the bedclothes as he moaned out loud at the sensations. Will, for his part, ignored the powerful effect that single sound had on him and just took a step back to admire the effects of his work.
'Please, Dad...Don't stop.' He gasped.
'Don't tell me what to do.' He snapped and flipped Daryl face down without warning before he pulled his hair back to almost bite through the skin, leaving a massive hickey there. He didn't stop to think that other people might see that mark on ownership on him including his overbearing big brother.
'You...are...a...very...bad...little...boy', he punctuated his sentence with a slap to each buttock – hard enough to leave a red mark. But Daryl didn't mind – he was gasping in pleasure, not in pain – Will was sure of it as he wantonly ground himself against the top of the bed right in front of his father, desperately trying to get some friction.
'You really should be punished for the way you're behaving. Such a naughty boy.'
Daryl whimpered at that and Will softened.
'Sh...' Will stroked his cheek. 'What ya doin' to your Dad, eh?'
Daryl raised his head up and looked back levelly at him, still fearless and now eager with expectation. 'Yes.' He whispered to the question his father never asked and nodded. 'Yes, Dad. I want it.'
Will nodded and smirked arrogantly as he changed tactics because the last linger of doubt was completely gone now. He grew gentle as he ransacked his mind to remember where Daryl liked being stroked lightly with the tips of his fingers when he was little. He smiled as a memory came to him – he had liked him stroking his wrists lightly up to the elbows for sure. But he had particularly liked it if you did the same to his neck and shoulders.
He gripped his son firmly to stop him from moving and also to keep him facing forward as he kissed his way down his jaw to finally reach Daryl's neck where he took turns in kissing and nibbling at it. He grinned smugly against that soft skin because just like he expected, all this made him moan and arch his back in pleasure even more loudly than before. 'Ya like that, boy?' He crooned in his ear while Daryl eagerly nodded.
'Good 'cos it's too late to stop now.' There was a hint of the old menace in his voice and Daryl shivered despite himself until Will smoothed his hair reassuringly.
'I've got another very special birthday present for ya, son.' He said as he opened the jar of lube. Daryl tried to get up on his elbows to try and swivel round to look at what he was doing when he heard the noise.
A sharp intake of breath from Daryl caused Will to frown, but that was all it took. Will could've kicked himself for not realizing it sooner - he should have predicted this. Because Daryl had been slick with the stuff when Mike had tried to have his way with him – how could he forget?
'Daryl… You want to see what I'm doing? Make you feel better, that it?'
Will sighed in relief when he watched his son nod. 'Well, turn around, then.
'We need to do this, otherwise it'll hurt. A lot. You don't mean Merle's been doing whatever the fuck he's been doing without preparing you properly first?'
'I don't mind...He always has me lie on my back. Says he wants to look at my face while we...and he teases me for being girly. Like that's any better? Isn't it girly wanting to look at my face?'
Will had to stifle a laugh at the disdainful way Daryl protested at his brother's treatment of him but continued to shake his head as if in disgust instead:
'Get back down there.' He commanded him harshly and pushed him roughly back down onto the bed, determined to not let him move one inch. Alternating gentle with rough drove most women crazy because they never knew what to expect from moment to moment and he was gratified to see that this approach also seemed to work on Daryl.
'You'll like it, I promise. After all, I know you. I know what you like.' He crooned seductively into his son's ear, all the time intently listening for the door banging, signaling Merle's return. He prayed that they wouldn't be disturbed because they obviously would have to stop if he came back from his night out.
'I won't hurt you.' Will dipped his fingers in the lube, then gently encouraged his son to relax. He marveled at the sight before him, tenderly caressing as much of his skin as he could, murmuring 'Beautiful,' as he went, falling into a daze as he did so.
Like he was on autopilot, Will found he'd carefully inserted one of his fingers into Daryl before he was aware of it. He paused, frowning. 'That OK, son? Don't hurt, does it?'
Daryl didn't reply in words, but settled on shaking his head.
Meanwhile, Will wasn't really sure if he was doing it right. Hadn't ever been with another man before – never wanted to. In fact, the thought of it made his stomach turn and he hated those fags with a passion. They didn't deserve to live – they were just above pond life one step above Mike, in his opinion and he wasn't above helping his buddies keep their village free of that filth whenever they passed through – parading themselves shamelessly and hoping to get lucky with decent, straight folk. Wreaking havoc wherever they went by breaking up families as they spread their plague. But Daryl was different. Will had to make sure he did this right, no matter how long it took, his son had been hurt and hurt badly, therefore he was still vulnerable and fragile.
All of this made him even more dead set on not hurting him, therefore he made each of his moves slow and careful, sounding him out by his responses.
His son wasn't fully grown yet and he felt so tight around that single finger that Will doubted he would fit inside at all. But then Merle already had, if he were to believe Daryl.
'Ready for another?' He asked after a while.
'Yeah.' His son panted, writhing on the bed. 'It's OK. It don't hurt - it – it feels really good and I'll tell ya if it does– keep goin'.'
Will did as he was told and he stared down in disbelief as his two fingers disappeared into his son. Knowing Daryl needed this, he kept on stretching him even though he was ready to burst from want. 'Ready for me, boy?'
'Yes.' He raised his head again, nodding. His lost, little boy voice nearly driving his father crazy. More so because he had a feeling that Daryl wasn't acting now and the father-son dynamic with the power he had over him, just added to his desire. Will found that he had to use all of his dwindling self-control to take things slowly, not to rush and cause any damage to his son.
'All right then, lie on your side with your back towards me. I wanna hold ya.'
Daryl turned around to look at him then, a smile on his face and did as he was told.
He put one arm under his son, to grip him by one hip as he hugged him tight to his chest with the other. He hissed into Daryl's ear as he started to enter him slowly, stopping midway when he heard his son gasp. 'Does it hurt?'
Daryl bravely shook his head, determined not to make a sound. 'Not much.' But he was wincing and gritting his teeth.
'There's my brave, strong boy.' Will whispered proudly. 'Daddy's sweet Daryl.'
Will's hand curled around Daryl's hardness and he responded by moaning and gripping his pillow. Will could tell that the boy had relaxed a little more, he didn't need to see his face for that, meaning that the pain was almost past. He took it as a green light to go in deeper. Yet he was careful to hold back as much as he could at first. But then Daryl started to move against him, taking Will by surprise for the tenth time that night.
"Don't hold back, dad."
Will was taken aback. 'Ya sure?'
'Yeah. Do it like Merle does.'
Will choked when he heard him say that name and nearly pulled out of him at once at the image of Daryl and Merle together. He rewarded his eldest son with murderous thoughts for the hundredth time that evening, even as he was starting to lose all control and sense of right and wrong in the pleasure of finally being way too close with his youngest.
He let out a deep sigh in between the moans of bliss that were mixed with Daryl's more muffled noises. 'OK, son. And how does Merle do it?" He swallowed his anger – could hardly believe that he was asking such a question.
Daryl adoringly ducked his head before he spoke as if unsure if he should answer or not. 'Hard."
Will bit the insides of his cheeks as he felt the need to vent his anger. "Whatever ya want.' Will increased the pace without holding back, making himself crazy too. Merle wasn't here, but Daryl was, and for a while he paid for the anger that was directed at his brother. But he didn't complain about it, quite the opposite in fact. He smiled when his son's moans and gasps got louder as he finally let himself go with abandon.
Will couldn't help but regret that he'd speeded up the process, he didn't want it to ever end. He felt like he was going to reach his climax soon, he knew he could have dragged it out longer. He was good at that – with women any way. But that skill apparently didn't apply when it came to his own son.
Suddenly, memories of his wife came to mind and he felt deeply ashamed at himself and what he was doing. Because what would she say and think if she could see them together now? He shook his head to clear it all away. He would be damned if he let his guilty conscience ruin this special moment, Daryl had wanted this as well and Will had given him numerous chances to back out. Will decided that he could dwell on the rights and the wrongs of it later.
He buried his face in his son's hair to breathe in his sweet smell to bring himself back to the here and now. Worked like a charm. 'Hold on, son.' He panted between groans. 'Not long now. I'm nearly finished.' He squeezed him to him reassuringly.
Daryl only whined at this and was soon shuddering in his arms as he came, squeezing even tighter around Will, who followed him over the edge with a cry. It all seemed to be never-ending as he whispered into his son's ear how much he meant to him, how beautiful he was and how proud he was of him as he emptied himself into that warmth. Sadly it was too soon over and Will immediately slid out of him and turned Daryl around so that they were facing each other.
'Dad...' Daryl looked up at him with those big, blue eyes as they'd both managed to get their breath back. Big baby blue eyes that shouldn't have been so innocent considering what they'd just done.
Will felt his heart shatter quietly in his chest.
He took the side of his son's jaw with one hand and traced its outline gently with his thumb. When he felt the feathery light stubble growing there, he realized with a jolt that Daryl was growing up. But this knowledge made him feel worse rather than better.
'No need to tell anyone 'bout this, huh, son?'
Daryl snuggled closer and sighed in contentment. 'You think I'm a moron? Of course I won't. But what ya gonna do about Merle?'
'What do you want me to do about Merle?'
'Nothin'. I told ya it ain't like what ya think...He didn't make me do nothin'...He would never hurt me.' Then he sniggered. 'Well, not much. When I want him to, he does.' He continued to giggle like what he just said wasn't a big deal, he might as well could've been talking about the weather.
'What?' Will was sickened. His sweet son liked pain? 'We'll see about that.'
He decided he would deal with Merle later as he put his arm about Daryl and drew them back down onto the bed. He had a feeling the boy needed some quiet, and not for Will to lash out, he was naturally reluctant for his father to confront his older brother. Typical Daryl. He just didn't want to see Merle get in trouble. Why else would he get upset and protect him like he did?
Will sighed and let angry thoughts of Merle fade away in his mind as he refused to let him spoil things further. Besides, he was just happy to lay like this and cradle Daryl to his chest.
So there they were, father and son lay there shamelessly naked and neither one caring. Both of them were growing sleepy when Will languidly began to stroke his son's arm, tracing patterns across the smooth skin's surface. He knew that this relaxed him and would lull him to sleep. Daryl let out another long sigh of contentment in response and laid his head on his father's bare chest. Will felt his heart swelling there at the trusting way his boy cuddled with him despite everything.
They'd been so intent on the forbidden pleasure and the sweet afterwards that they'd forgotten to keep an ear out for the door banging. They didn't even hear it.
But what they did hear next was the heavy work-boots thundering up the stairs. Merle was always loud, never thought about other people and Will started to pull the cover up over them in panic. But it was too late – Merle saw everything.
'Wha...what the fuck?' He stared at them with eyes as big as saucers and not from drugs this time. His naked father was with his naked baby brother lying on the bed together.
Will immediately released Daryl who went bright red, cringed closer to their father as if for protection as he failed to meet his big brother's horrified and curiously at the same time, rage-filled eyes.
Will found himself speechless, his own fury at Merle for what he'd apparently done with Daryl had also disappeared.
Daryl started to gabble a hasty explanation as Merle stormed over to the bed, completely ignoring him. Merle's eyes narrowed in hatred and rage as he eyeballed his father. 'You sick fuck...What did you do to him?' he started to snarl at their father, raised his fist and...
'No!' Will woke up with a loud yell, his heart thundering in his chest and a sense of falling. It had been one of those dreams where your heart skips a beat and wakes you up with a start.
He was temporarily disorientated and patted the bed around him, hoping against hope that it was empty except for him. Then, coming slowly full awake, he looked around and recognized the room as his own bedroom. It suddenly came to him that it must've ended up with him drinking the whole bottle before going to bed and he couldn't deny it, the dream had been wonderful where nothing mattered besides him and Daryl. It had been very pleasant, putting it mildly until the end and at the same time he felt a huge sense of relief that that was all it was, just a dream.
A dream he wished could turn into reality.
He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. It had been a very detailed one in which he'd gone all the way with his 14 year old after all. His sick mind had even portrayed Daryl as willingly initiating it after Merle had messed with him.
Still, dreams never hurt anybody.
Then the relief vanished abruptly and his mouth dried up when he noticed the slight weight on the mattress next to him because somehow his groping hands had missed it. He wasn't alone in bed! It wasn't some random broad who'd caught his eye at Marty's either. Not someone he'd got drunk and had a one-night stand with (he'd done that very occasionally), it was his youngest son who was curled up beside him and it nearly caused him to fall off the bed in surprise and horror.
He sat up, suddenly breathing hard. He was genuinely surprised because Daryl hadn't done something like this in what, 8 years? He was absolutely horrified too because he couldn't be sure when exactly his son had appeared. Will couldn't possibly know how these dreams made him behave while he was a sleep. Did he talk? Did he move at all? God forbid, if he'd let a moan slip right before saying his son's name.
Nevertheless, he pushed these pointless worries aside relatively easily as he got back under the covers. The growing brightness of the approaching dawn blasted through the window without blinds. Will was an early riser, he'd never cared much for them in his bedroom, now he was thankful for that because it lit up the room enough for him to be able to see Daryl's face. He reached out and stroked his son's cheek tenderly, silently wondering why the boy had felt the need to be close to him. Probably another nightmare about that sack of shit.
He frowned at that thought and started brushing Daryl's hair with his fingers, certain that he was deep enough asleep that he wouldn't wake up.
He couldn't help but to revert back to thinking about the dream. A part of him wanted to laugh in disbelief over how his mind had twisted everything like that, even though it wasn't funny. Because, how did the part with Merle and Daryl fit in? The more rational part of him quickly provided him with an answer. Probably because Merle was so damn protective. Sometimes he overdid it, and Will always knew when he had by the atmosphere in the house before it was usually quickly resolved. Neither of them could stay angry with the other for long. When he was younger, Daryl had just been happy that Merle stuck up for him sometimes but now he was old enough to start to feel embarrassed and found his big brother's interference too much.
Will continued to look at his son, wondering why Merle wasn't his first port of call. He smiled when the answer came to his mind then, clear as a bell. Daryl probably felt ashamed about the fact that he didn't want to sleep alone, and he was simply too proud to go to his big brother. Also, he didn't want to take the chance of rejection and being mocked because Merle was temperamental. You didn't always know what you were going to get with him. Either he was going to take Daryl in, or he was going to slam the door in his face and scold him for being a scared little pussy, after all, enough time had passed since Mike that Merle had gone back to treating him like normal. That was as a condescending, sometimes teasing, nice but always protective – even now more so than ever – big brother did.
Will smiled in relief then, he hadn't done what he'd dreamt about – it was only a dream after all. Both of them being fully clothed proved that. His grin grew even wider when Daryl snuggled close of his own accord even in his slumber to the hand stroking his hair.
