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Shaving	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Lindsey > Angel(us)/Lindsey Views: 8088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He comes to to find Angel nuzzling at his chest, bobbing his head back and forth between Lindsey’s nipples. Rumbling purrs vibrate from that cool mouth and Lindsey shudders when he realizes the bloodsucker is actually feeding from the twin punctures on both nipples while his fingers slide with slow deliberation in and out of Lindsey’s ass.
“Shit, Angel. You’re molesting me while I’m sleeping?” He tries shoving Angel away only to have the demon slither up in bed and give him a firm, blood-tainted kiss.
“Come on, Lindsey. It’s not the first time I’ve touched you while you were asleep. You just look too cute to resist,” he smirks. When Lindsey snorts, he adds, “Besides, I wasn’t having sex with you. I know your ass is tender. I was just using more cream to soothe the ache.”
“I’d find that easier to believe if your other hand wasn’t fondling my balls.” Angel chuckles. Then he pulls Lindsey close and licks the punctures to seal them. Lindsey moans and leans into Angel’s mouth. Damn, everything the vampire does is so heavenly; his heart beats faster just from soft touches like this. He kisses the top of Angel’s head and just barely resists pulling him back when the vampire finishes his attentions.
The southerner sits up and stretches, amazed at how great he feels. His body is humming from the prolonged sex but the soreness is entirely non-existent. Incredible, given when they’ve been doing all night.
He glances around, taking note of any changes in the room. The sheets are pristine and a serving tray on a wheeled cart is set up next to the bed. “Angel. Did you have room service in here?” he asks uneasily.
“Don’t worry, Lindsey, you were adequately covered. I made sure no…sensitive parts were showing,” he adds, laughing at Lindsey’s scowl. Lindsey notes in annoyance that the brunette immortal is dressed, albeit only in long, black silk dressing gown. Rather unfair, really.
“But how did they change the sheets while I was lying here?”
Angel raises his eyebrows. “Lindsey, you worry too much. Seriously, you’re having sex with the former Scourge of Europe and you’re concerned about what the help thinks?” He tsks his teeth in amusement and lifts the lid on the tray.
A steaming pile of mashed potatoes with gravy, a heap of onion rings and what looks like a medium-rare steak are presented alongside a pitcher of orange juice and Lindsey’s mouth waters. A rumble from his stomach reminds him that he hasn’t eaten for a long while and he decides his questions about room service can be shelved. The tray has fold-out supports and he places it carefully over his legs, tucking in with a will.
“Orange juice? Why not beer?” he asks while he picks up a knife and fork and starts cutting into the steak. Oh, it’s tender; he could probably slice it with a fork. He takes a bite and hums dreamily at the perfect saucy taste of it.
“You need to keep hydrated, Lindsey. Alcohol leeches water from the body’s systems.” Angel stretches out beside him, half-lidded eyes watching Lindsey’s every move. He occasionally pretends to eat--mostly to fit in with humans--but he doesn’t make a habit of it. Lindsey would offer him something but he’s much too hungry to share.
As he munches on an onion ring, Angel reaches out and slowly runs one cool finger up and down Lindsey’s nearest thigh. Lindsey grits his teeth and slaps at Angel’s hand. “Not now, Angel. I’m trying to eat.”
The demon smirks. “So? Eat. I’m not stopping you.”
“Yeah, well, I can manage without your pawing me.” He flicks his fingers at Angel’s hand.
Dark eyebrows lift. “You call this pawing? Then what was earlier?”
Lindsey snorts. “I just don’t want you losing control and molesting me.”
“There’s that word again. Lindsey, you know when I’m molesting you and when I’m just…enjoying your company.” The vampire shifts closer, strokes Lindsey’s thigh again. “I just like touching you, experiencing you. Your skin, your hair, the sound of your voice. Your scent.” His nostrils flare as he takes an audible sniff. “Especially your scent.”
The tip of a tongue flicks out over white teeth, still human for the moment. “It’s the smell of humans that vampires really love. It’s the one thing about you that changes so often, even without your knowing it. Like now, for instance.”
He shifts up, snuffling at Lindsey’s hair. There is no breath from his mouth but Lindsey shivers as if a light breeze has blown over him. “Your scent is changing as you eat. You smell like…barbecue, spicy with a sort of yeasty scent, like beer only not quite.”
Another sniff and a lick to the human’s ear, making Lindsey jump. “You’re getting aroused, too. Your heart’s beating faster, blood rushing through your veins.” He licks at the pulse just under Lindsey’s jaw and the southerner moans, his eyelids fluttering. “Your blood will taste even richer after you’ve eaten,” he growls lowly, a hint of yellow flickering in his eyes.
Lindsey drops his fork, reaching to grab Angel’s shoulders. “Why wait?” he asks huskily. His cock is hard, tenting the blanket over him. God, he can’t believe how rough his voice is, how aroused he’s gotten, just from Angel’s tongue and a few choice words. With his own demonic strength, he grips Angel and pulls those tepid lips down to his, nibbling and tonguing open that mouth until he’s breathing hard.
Angel allows this and then nimbly darts out of Lindsey’s reach. “Eat, Lindsey. Finish your dinner. We’ll start again after it.”
Now it’s Lindsey’s turn to growl. “Dammit, Angel!” He likes Angel’s playful moods so he’s not really angry. But it’s tough to eat with a hard-on.
The only response is a throaty chuckle; clearly the demon isn’t about to change his mind. So he eats quickly. The portions are really generous here; Lindsey could get used to this kind of treatment and idly wonders how often they can repeat this experience.
In the end, impatient for more of his lover, he pushes his meal aside half finished “So…” Lindsey murmurs throatily, stretching out, letting the sheet fall down to his waist. “What’s next?”
The face contorts for a second into vampire ridges but Angel comes no closer. “Take a shower, Lindsey.”
“Come with me,” Lindsey responds as he climbs out of bed, licking his lips at the thought of showering with his lover.
“I already took one while you were sleeping.”
He did? Just how long has Lindsey been out? He considers asking and then decides the question isn’t important. Angel pulls Lindsey into his embrace and gives him another of those soul-stealing kisses, cupping Lindsey’s bare ass as he does. “Take a shower, Lindsey,” he whispers against his lips. “I’ll have a few things waiting when you come out.”
More surprises? Lindsey can hardly wait. He’d like to skip the shower but knows Angel won’t let him. So he races through the opened door he’d glimpsed earlier.
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The bathroom is spacious. It’s not quite as roomy as the one at Angel’s W&H suite but it’s larger than the one in his own apartment and he luxuriates in the space. He leans close to the bathroom mirror, able to see himself without the distraction of Angel’s attentions.
There are bruises like flowers over his chest and legs. His lips are puffed up like a supermodel hooked on Botox. And his nipples…in the bright bathroom light, he sees just how truly swollen they are, poking out from his chest like a pair of plump grapes.
As he scrubs himself, he winces a little; he might not be sore but sections of his skin are tender to the touch. His nipples are especially stinging. The new punctures from the bite are red and, when he touches them, zings of electricity race through his body.
Lindsey gasps softly and sneaks a glance at the bathroom door. He’s aware that Angel might hear what he’s doing over the sound of the running water but he can’t help it. He rubs at his nipples harder, choking down a moan. Oh, yes, this is so good, the bliss from the vampire’s bite causing his cock to rise in the falling water.
Could he make himself cum without touching his dick? It’s worth finding out and Lindsey presses his nails into both nips and pants harder.
A sudden banging at the door and he jumps, nearly slipping in the tub. “Uh uh, Lindsey. I can hear what you’re doing in there. You know what’ll happen if you start without me.”
Shit, is Angel’s hearing that good? Can he hear Lindsey panting or is he listening to his heartbeat? It doesn’t matter; Angel will make good on his threat if Lindsey tries to pull a fast one. Reluctantly leaving his nips alone, Lindsey hurriedly finishes his shower and exits the bathroom.
There is another blur of movement--damn, it always amazes him how fast Angel can move--and the vampire is behind him. A powerful arm locks around his throat, choking off his breath and lifting him off his feet.
Blackness suddenly descends over his eyes. It’s more than darkness; there is a clamp over his nose, pinching it shut. Panicked, Lindsey thrashes and when the arm loosens he croaks, “Angel? What…?”
“Just a blindfold, Lindsey. Relax.”
He tries, but the situation is terrifying. At least in Angel’s other scenarios, Lindsey has been allowed to see what’s happening to him; Angel likes watching Lindsey’s reactions to what occurs between them. This shrouded darkness is new and fear grips Lindsey in spite of Angel’s command.
Angel picks up on his apprehension and releases his throat. He lets his arms rest lightly around Lindsey’s waist and nuzzles his ear. “Sssh, baby. It’s okay. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want. Take off the blindfold if it’s really bothering you.”
That makes him pause. Angel has told Lindsey that he’d never force him to do something he didn’t really desire. Sure, he’s tricked Lindsey or pushed his boundaries but the mortal has fallen in with Angel’s sexy plans because he chooses to, because what Angel does is what Lindsey secretly craves or because he wants to please his vampiric lover, knowing that he’ll experience exhilarating pleasure in return.
The fact that Angel is willing to concede this point means that he knows the difference between an adamant protest and a half-hearted refusal; in short, he respects when “no” means “NO”.
And, what, after all is so scary about this new situation? Lindsey has seen the room; he knows what’s in it. Angel is here and will let nothing happen to him. Lindsey fingers the blindfold and then slowly lets his hands drop. He takes a deep breath and says, more or less steadily, “No, it-it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
Without another word, Angel scoops up Lindsey. The sudden shift in his position is disorienting and Lindsey reflexively grabs at Angel’s neck to keep from falling. He’s tossed face up on to the bed, so hard he actually bounces. He feels the bed shift beside him and hears Angel’s whisper in his ear.
“Grab the bedposts, Lindsey. Don’t let go, no matter what.”
All right, he can do this. He reaches up blindly and locks his hands around a wooden post. He hears what sounds like fumbling from beside him--is Angel looking for something?
Then a cool hand tilts his head and his lips are kissed. More than kissed. Angel’s tongue comes into play as he sucks hard, brushes his tongue on Lindsey’s. Soon the mortal is panting, striving to pull in enough air. With the pressure over his nose, he is swiftly losing the battle.
But he’s getting hard. Suffocation is having its usual effect, the blood flowing south until his dick is filled and aching. He gasps and moans into Angel’s mouth, wanting to tell his lover how good this feels, how fucking fantastic.
Angel knows. Lindsey doesn’t have to say anything, do anything. His lover will take care of him, will never leave him wanting…
Then something touches the tip of his cock. At first he thinks Angel is stroking him again. But this feels--different. The pressure flows over his cock, becoming harder than Angel’s usual grip. This isn’t a stroking; his entire prick is being swallowed, a tightening sheath covering it from the head to his balls.
How is this possible? Angel is still kissing him; how can he be…? Ah, it must be a sex toy, something Angel fetched from the bedside table, possibly some kind of dil--
Speculation ends when the device begins a rhythmical squeezing all up and down his length. Lindsey squeals--damn, the man has him squealing!--as the whatever-it-is mimics a truly incredible blowjob. It glides down his length, squeezing him until he’s panting wetly into his lover’s mouth.
A strong hand lifts Lindsey’s nearest leg over a husky thigh. Angel’s cock slides oh so slowly into him just as the immortal resumes his kisses. As he glides in, the suction over Lindsey’s cock slides back up. It moves into smooth counterpoint with the cock in his ass until a definite rhythm is achieved.
Lindsey shrieks continually, his every muffled cry swallowed by Angel’s jaws. Sucking, screwing, kissing--Lindsey is being subjected to a thorough bodyfuck, all under cover of darkness. It’s like one of Lindsey’s dreams, an erotic nocturnal fantasy that he’d once confessed to his demon lover. But this time he is awake, awake and fully aware of what is happening.
His cock encased while his prostate is relentlessly stroked--the mortal is going out of his mind as the pleasure mounts over his body from the multiple sensations. It’s as if his very skin is on fire and he pants futilely to ease the burn.
Dreaming is one thing. But the constraints of reality are getting too strong to ignore. He has to breathe; the need for air is becoming urgent. Angel again proves how uncannily he can pick up on his lover’s requirements. His lips part from Lindsey’s just long enough for the mortal to gulp in oxygen.
“Oh god,” he moans when his lips are released. “Moresogoodsofuckinggood, love this, mo--”
His voice and air are ruthlessly cut off again. He wants to claw off the blindfold, wants to enfold Angel in his arms, hook his legs around those wide thighs until his lover is plastered completely against him. But he is a willing participant to Angel’s desire, Angel’s control, and that control fuels Lindsey, gives him the strength to resist the temptation to disobey.
His head swims woozily; he can barely think straight any longer. Swirls of black and crimson are floating behind his eyelids. Lindsey’s heart thunders in his chest and the pulse hammering in his own ears is deafening. What must it sound like to the vampire?
Angel’s speed has gradually increased. His fucking has turned rough, his poundings into Lindsey’s body reawakening the tenderness of the swollen skin around his hole. But Lindsey doesn’t care. The mounting bliss erases every hint of discomfort.
When his mouth is released, the whisper across his ear makes no sense at first. Then it is repeated. “Cum for me, sweet Lindsey. Cum for me.”
He’s not sure he can; the pressure is still locked around his penis. Then the object is drawn off him in one long pull, an obscene slurping noise accompanying its withdrawal. The body beside his shifts--and fangs punch through the skin of his neck.
The bite is unexpected. Angel has already bitten him tonight and has only ever taken him twice in a row once before. But the shock is swiftly banished in the wake of the now-familiar ecstasy that roars through him.
“AhhhhHHHHHHHHANGELLLLL…!” Light explodes behind the blindfold, the blackness vanishing as if Lindsey is caught in a solar flare, one that will burn him to ashes.
He comes back to himself to find Angel enfolding him in his arms, his teeth still buried in Lindsey’s neck, audible suckings and vampiric moans twining together. In fact, Lindsey realizes his entire weight is on Angel’s thighs, his body suspended above the bed.
He is still fucking Lindsey, his tempo now in tandem with the feeding. Tension lances through Lindsey’s body. He arches with a scream and cums again. As his ass clenches over the vampire’s meat, growls reverberate through his body, from the bite to his dick, intensifying his climax a thousand times.
“YesyesohAngelyeslovethisloveyoulovefuckgiveneverneveronlythisonlyyou…” He babbles and sobs, unaware of what he’s saying or whether he’s at all coherent. His body flops helplessly in his lover’s embrace as Angel pulls Lindsey deeper inside himself…
The room swims hazily around him when he ope0ns his eyes again. A fuzzy blur snaps into focus and becomes a broad, handsome face with short hair and hooded dark eyes staring into his. “Hello, Lindsey.”
“Angel,” he says and then stops, swallowing. His voice is hoarse and Angel reaches across him, coming up with a glass of water that Lindsey thirstily gulps. When he turns his head, he sees a pitcher of water along with the glass resting on the same bedside table. “That wasn’t here before.”
“Nope.”
“Damn. Did I pass out again? And did you have room--never mind.”
“Lindsey. I appreciate your modesty. It’s--”
“Angel, if you use the words ‘sweet’ or ‘cute’ again about me, I’m going to punch your lights out,” Lindsey croaks.
Angel laughs as Lindsey pours himself another drink. “You sound like Spike.”
The comparison makes Lindsey splutter, dribbling water over the sheets. “That’s total bull, Angel. He and I sound nothing alike.”
“Well, no, I suppose not. Threats of violence from him would usually be followed by actual violence. I much prefer what I have with you.”
“Same here,” Lindsey replies softly. His thirst is quenched but he’s also exhausted. However long he was unconscious this time, it wasn’t enough to provide actual rest.
“Sleepy, Lindsey?”
His jaws crack in a wide yawn as an answer. Then Lindsey starts when Angel kisses him on the forehead. It’s an affectionate gesture, one of Angel’s gentle moments within the uninhibited sexplay. He draws Lindsey to him, spooning behind him, a muscular arm draped around Lindsey’s waist. The meaty cock bumps against Lindsey’s ass but Angel makes no move other than to stretch behind his drowsy lover.
For once, Lindsey isn’t inclined to talk after sex. He’s too tired, too sated and too drained (though not literally). Angel is silent, too, and it takes a moment for him to realize the demon has fallen asleep. It’s not often Angel has ever done that before him and Lindsey finds that…touching. Angel trusts him completely now. It feels like the most exquisite gift, even more than everything else they’ve been doing.
He plants a swift kiss on those unmoving lips and settles down with a happy sigh.
TBC
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