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He is suspended in darkness. But he is not alone.
A rumbling cough sounds in his ear. Strange--it almost sounds like words but not quite. Lindsey cracks his eyelids to see an enormous panther resting on his chest. It stares at him with golden eyes and a tongue flickers from its mouth, licking its own nose and exposing massive fangs as he watches.
He should be terrified; the beast is enormous, the paws large enough to rip his belly open with one swipe. But somehow fear is very far away and he gazes in curiosity, wondering what the predator will do next.
The head lowers until it’s hovering just above his chest. Then the tongue comes out to lap against the nearest nipple.
Lindsey quivers, gasps at the sudden twinge of sensation. The tongue is rough, sandpaper that rasps over his skin. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but the coarse needlelike impression sets every nerve tingling. It’s rather enjoyable, better than he would have thought, and when the beast licks again he arches his chest, mutely pleading with it to persist. When the head moves to the other nipple, he doesn’t try to stop it. Daring, Lindsey reaches up to cup the furry head, to scratch at the twitching ears. The fur is only mildly soft, nothing like a housecat’s, the short hairs bristling with delicious friction against his fingers.
There are more deliberate licks and Lindsey is panting now, babbling for the animal to continue its attentions. Whether it understands him or not, the licks get firmer, are more prolonged, the dry tongue pressing against the puckered flesh around recent punctures. A maddening sensitivity makes Lindsey tremble but his movements don’t cause the cat to shift in the slightest.
The licks stop and Lindsey moans in disappointment. He had been on the verge of cumming although he hadn’t thought such small stimulation could bring him to that point. But the panther isn’t done with him. It shuffles along his body, its length moving lower down, and the mortal’s heart hammers as he realizes its destination.
The head moves along his dick and there is another lick. The scrapes along the sensitive skin there should hurt but there is no pain and Lindsey softly begs for more. The beast chuffs in response--and then swallows him.
He would struggle but senses that would be a very bad idea. But any fear disappears as the large feline alternately sucks, licks and swallows his dick. It’s the most fantastic blowjob and Lindsey’s eyes slide shut as he gives himself over to it. Cries and pleas for completion rack his frame as he rocks into that dangerous maw. He can just barely feel the pointed fangs sliding over his dick. Then the beast starts to purr.
“Ohohohmygod…” The stimulation of a full-bodied purr RIGHT THERE is too much. The vibrations aren’t just on his cock but can be felt over his entire body. This blowjob has just gone from being great to fuckinfabulous, right up there in the top three…
And then the cat bites him.
“SHIT!” Lindsey screams, the pain rocketing him immediately from dream to wakefulness. Disorientation, the feeling of confusion from being in a strange place, battles with the terror-pain of a bite in the most sensitive part of his body. He looks down to his legs--and sees Angel.
The demon is in game face, ridged brows and all. Saffron eyes stare into Lindsey’s as he suckles at the cock in his mouth. Relief that his prick hasn’t, after all, been bitten off, almost instantly blurs into stunned disbelief as he realizes that Angel has bitten him and is in the process of slurping the blood down his throat.
Lindsey wants to yell at him, demand to know what the hell Angel is doing, attacking him in his sleep, sinking his fangs into his cock. Then the brief pain yields to something else, into the agony-bliss that is the inevitable accompaniment from a vampire’s bite and all his objections melt like snow on a hot tin roof.
“Shitshitfuck, Angel…” he whimpers. His hands fly out to cup Angel’s head, as he had the dream-panther’s. His flagging erection surges up, becomes inflexible iron until Lindsey is thrusting, arching his hips and driving his cock deep into that pulling throat.
The demon grabs Lindsey’s ass and lifts him slightly, never ceasing his sucking for a moment. Now that Lindsey has a clearer view, he can see that the bite isn’t as bad as it seemed. It’s more of a scratch, a scrape really. Angel’s cool tongue lashes at the raw tear, licking at the blood welling in it. It’s mingling with the clearer liquid of his precum and Lindsey pants, digging his fingers into Angel’s skull, dragging him harder over his erection.
“Yes, more,” he grits out, “fuck, don’t stop. Like the blood, do you? Take it, take it, only let me…”
It seems Angel isn’t inclined to tease his partner this time. A rumbling purr thrums from him and Lindsey moans, long and low. The sucking gets faster, harder, and the droning noise, louder. Another scrape, deeper this time, and Lindsey screams again.
“FUUUUUCCK!” His eyes roll backwards and he cums hard, bucking his hips in a way that would choke a mortal man. Angel swallows every bit of blood-soaked cum, yanking so hard at Lindsey’s flesh that it feels as if he’ll tear it off. Growls of delight shake the mortal until Lindsey collapses, panting, swallowing to ease his dry throat.
“Angel…” he murmurs.
“Mmmm…?” Angel is tending his cock with long licks, sealing off the scrape, and Lindsey nearly forgets what he wants to say.
He swallows once more and tries again. “Angel, are you going to make a habit of this?”
Angel lifts his head, smirks, and makes a show of licking his fangs. “What? Biting your prick? Vampires like blood with their sex, Lindsey. You know that.”
“No. Well, yes, that’s part of it. I mean, shit, a guy can take only so much damage down there.”
“Hey, no worries. It’ll be just an occasional thing.”
Occasional…? That means Angel will do it again at some point. Lindsey could tell him, in no uncertain terms, that he’s not to repeat it. But, if he really admits it to himself, the experience was incredible, giving the blowjob that extra fillip of pleasure that only a vampire lover can bring to it.
Lindsey sighs and decides he’s not going to press the issue--for now. “What I was really talking about was attacking me in my sleep. Are you going to keep doing that?”
“Baby, you were really horny. It actually woke me up. You were moaning, whispering my name in your sleep. I could see your dick tenting the sheets. And the smell of you…” Angel licks his lips, his eyes shuttered. “I just couldn’t resist you,” he murmurs softly.
Lindsey’s annoyance vanishes at the confession. Angel finds him irresistible and that is flattering indeed. He’d often thought the same about Angel. Of course, Lindsey knew he wasn’t exactly ugly and the girls down home had always found him a real charmer. But he knows Angelus had a sexual history that would put Casanova to shame and has secretly wondered just how he ranks next to some of those long-dead beauties. The notion that he draws Angel to him is a comforting thought.
“It was all right. I mean, better than all right. Don’t get me wrong; I really enjoyed it,” he adds hastily, seeing Angel’s faintly miffed expression. “I’d just prefer to be an active participant rather than just laying down and taking it.”
“Okay,” Angel shrugs. “So, now that you’re awake…”
And that’s all the warning Lindsey has. Angel grabs up his body until the mortal is sitting, pushes him up against the headboard and pierces him with his cock, all in one move so swift Lindsey didn’t see it coming.
“Gaaahh!” The mortal has barely enough time to wind his arms and legs around his demon lover when Angel starts fucking him against the headboard. “Oh, fuck, fuck. It’s good, so freaking good,” he whimpers and clutches Angel to him even tighter.
“It is, you are,” Angel grunts. “Squeeze me, baby. Oh yeah, just that way. Grip me in that hot little hole of yours. You love it when I bite you, no matter where. Like your nipples. Right now, they look so firm, so plump, like little fruits. Makes me want to bite them over and over. They hurt, but you don’t care. You just want more.”
He grabs one nipple and presses his thumb hard against the punctures in demonstration and Lindsey yelps at the bolt of bliss that shoots from it. When the pressure turns into a hard twist, his head falls back against the rattling wooden headboard, moans bursting from his puffed lips.
Both lovers are bucking hard into each other now, each thrust from Angel actually lifting Lindsey’s legs into the air. He’s nearly bent double but there’s no discomfort at all. His smaller frame makes the more…acrobatic poses easier for him and the light flaring in Angel’s eyes shows how much the vampire loves seeing him like this.
“Oh, that’s sooo good,” the vampire whispers. “Lift your legs higher and clench…me…tighter. That’s it; you got it, baby.” When Lindsey obeys, a guttural snarl is the result, a hard press of human teeth to his scarred throat his reward. Angel doesn’t bite again; Lindsey wouldn’t survive a third breech in such a short time. But the pressure increases just a little…
“HOLY SHIT!” The yell tears from the mortal and he cums again, semen streaking his smeared chest. This time Angel cums too and his throatier cries mingle with Lindsey’s.
The mortal sags in the bed but Angel’s not about to allow him any respite. Smacking him lightly on the rump, he murmurs, “Get in the shower, Lindsey. You need to wash again.”
Lindsey doesn’t ask Angel to come with him; he figures he’ll only be rejected.
“I think I’ll join you this time.”
“Really?!” Angel has never had sex with him in the shower. It’s one of the few things they haven’t done. Lindsey had figured that shower sex was too vanilla for the vampire. But he’s not about to argue now. “Well, come on!”
Lindsey grabs Angel’s hand and practically hauls him into the bathroom.
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“Hah, hah, haaaaah,” Lindsey gulps and tosses his head, striving to keep the water out of his eyes. He’s suspended from the tub floor, Angel’s cock up his ass, while he clings to the vampire for dear life.
Shower sex is a fun novelty but it certainly has its disadvantages. Angel has to plant his feet to avoid sliding on the slippery floor, his arm braced firmly against the tiles to keep them both upright. Lindsey is forced to keep bobbing forward so the water doesn’t go down the wrong way, making him cough and splutter.
But the novel slickness of Angel’s flesh is undeniably appealing, as is the way his hands caress every part of Lindsey’s skin that they can reach. He gives Lindsey a soapy handjob and smothers his lover’s cries with wet kisses.
A broad hand grips Lindsey’s ass, yanking him over the huge prick. The slippery water makes this part of it easier, at any rate, and Lindsey holds Angel tightly about the neck, gasping as every thrust and push brings him that much closer to orgasm. He bears down with his inner muscles, determined to match his lover’s moves, knowing how it drives Angel wild.
“AHHHHH! ANGEEEELLL!” His body flops, nearly toppling them both, as the vampire cums inside him in two hard jerks. His trembling legs slowly release their grip around Angel’s thighs, coming to rest on the smooth surface. Lindsey sags forward, the water still pummeling his skin and the vampire continues to hold him close, stroking Lindsey’s back as he shuts off the pounding faucets.
Angel slides open the glass doors of the shower with one hand, propping up Lindsey with the other. Lindsey could easily walk, but he senses how much the vamp likes caring for him.
He also allows Angel to towel him dry, lovingly, slowly, the soft material caressing every inch of Lindsey’s flesh. This is all part of Angel’s behavior during lovemaking, exquisite care coupled with feral intensity. Lindsey knows that, if Angel ever leaves him, he’ll never know anything like this rapture again. The vampire has spoiled him for all others.
Conflicting emotions of love and surprising grief pierce Lindsey. His heart swells so much within him that he thinks he’ll choke. Unbidden, something pricks at his eyes so that he has to turn his head lest the vampire sees it.
But Angel has noticed. Somehow, he always does. “Is something wrong, Lindsey?”
“No, Angel,” he murmurs, wrestling his wayward emotions under control. “Everything’s…just fine.”
A fleeting expression, maybe doubt, maybe worry, flits across Angel’s face. But he doesn’t push. He towels himself off, very briskly in comparison to the languid treatment he just gave Lindsey and kisses him hard, as if, after all, he knows of Lindsey’s unspoken emotions.
When they enter the main chamber, Lindsey halts, so fast the vampire nearly bumps into him.
There has been another change. The sheets have once again been changed, the bed looking as though no one has ever slept in it. The mirror is polished so brightly, it gleams. When had that happened? Was it after the clamps but before the blindfold? During the shower? It couldn’t have been while they were both sleeping--Angel would never have allowed it.
There’s also another wheeled cart with what looks like a bucket of wine chilling in ice. When did Angel order this? Is it part of the service or something the demon had arranged? Angel is already steering him towards the bed again, ignoring Lindsey’s questions. “Lie down, Linds. Across the bed, so your head is resting on the side,” he instructs.
Lindsey takes a swift breath and immediately complies. “Face up or down?” he asks as he scrambles into position.
“Face up. Good of you to ask, by the way,” Angel murmurs approvingly as Lindsey follows his instructions.
Lindsey folds his arms behind his head and spreads his legs. “Well, I aim to please,” he drawls, letting a little of his down-home accent seep into his voice. He grins when he spots the desire darting into dark eyes.
Angel pulls the wine bottle from the ice bucket. Instead of uncorking it, as Lindsey expects, he pulls an ice cube from the bucket and swirls it around one of Lindsey’s nipples.
The little bud, swollen from Angel’s attentions, immediately stands erect. The shock of cold, after the heat of the bathroom, is startling enough to make Lindsey’s whole body flinch. He sucks in a sharp breath and lets it out slowly.
His lover only smiles and swirls the ice around the other nipple. This time Lindsey is prepared, although the chill still bites at him like fanged teeth. He bites his lip, pants softly as the cube is brushed down his stomach and dripped into his naval.
Angel brushes his ice-wetted hand over Lindsey’s dick. The cold should shrivel it. But he’s grown accustomed to the cool of a vampire’s body and now it has the reverse effect, one that makes it swell at Angel’s touch.
Then Angel pushes the cube into Lindsey’s butt.
“GAAH!” Now Lindsey doesn’t just flinch; his whole body nearly leaps from the bed. The sensation is that of being thrown into an icy lake after sweating in a sauna. He hopes Angel knows what he’s doing. Otherwise, Lindsey is going to go into shock for sure.
More cubes are gathered up. Some are pressed against Lindsey’s lips; others trailed along the inside of his quivering thighs; he’s sure his lips and nips must be blue with cold. All are pushed slowly into his ass.
And it’s good, so good, this bizarre and brilliant kink. He’s flushed and shivering at the same time, his ass both soothed by the ice after the deliriously rough treatment of extended fucking and blazing with the bite that touching a glacier would effect. The ice is melting from the heat of his body but not fast enough when it is joined by the other cubes in the bucket.
Lindsey’s hips are dancing with the inner pressure, his aching cock bobbing frantically on his stomach. “God, Angel. I can’t…please…can’t take it,” he pants.
The vampire swirls another cube in languid circles around Lindsey’s sphincter before inserting it. “Lindsey, I thought you had more stamina than this,” Angel mockingly chides. “Just hang in there, baby.”
This time he does pull the cork out of the wine bottle and takes a swig. Lindsey stares because Angel rarely drinks. Then he leans forward, letting his body rest on Lindsey’s and kisses him.
The sip pours into Lindsey’s mouth, making him choke briefly. Then he eagerly laps at Angel’s mouth, thrusting his tongue boldly into his lover’s. The cooler tongue wrestles briefly with his before moving back again.
“Good, Lindsey,” he whispers. Another swig, another kiss, another bout of tongue hockey.
Lindsey has almost forgotten about the ice slowly melting in his anus. Angel hasn’t. Distracted, Lindsey doesn’t register the shift in Angel’s position until the demon mounts him.
“Guughhllghk!” He coughs wetly into Angel’s mouth but the demon pays no heed. He pushes in slowly and Lindsey’s muffled splutter swiftly becomes a choked moan.
The lovemaking is slow, measured between drinks, shared sips of wine and the diminishing ice in the bucket. Lindsey is soon bursting to cum but every time orgasm nears, Angel withdraws, shoves another ice cube inside him and starts all over again.
“Fuck!” Lindsey’s head arches over the edge of the bed as he leaves long scratches on Angel’s back. Loud, obscene slurps and spurts of melted water squelch from Lindsey’s ass with every thrust. It would be embarrassing as hell if Lindsey weren’t going out of his mind with all the mad sensations ricocheting inside his body.
He claws at Angel, shuddering with the heated cold in his ass. “Please, oh fuck, oh god. You gotta, I can’t stand…” Another ice cube is packed into him, swirled around lazily so that it touches every inch of his anus and Angel growls at his whine of distress.
Then he rears up, grasping Lindsey’s legs until his ankles are at the vampire’s ears. All of Lindsey’s weight is pressed onto his shoulders and head. Ebony eyes glint at the helpless human as Angel pistons with brutal intensity.
“Fuck me! Yes!”
“That’s it, baby.”
“Angel!”
“You feel so good inside. All hot and icy at once.”
“Yesss. Harder…!”
“You’re close. I can hear it. I can smell it.”
“Good, gaah…just…a little…” Lindsey grasps the side of the bed, stares pleadingly at Angel.
“Cum, Lindsey. Cum for me.”
These are the words he’s been longing for. Lindsey shouts as the orgasm races through him, gravity splattering cum across his chest, chin and face. Angel reaches down and jerks him off, not stopping until every drop has been wrung out of him.
They fall in a tangle of soaked, sodden sheets. “Damn, Angel,” Lindsey breathes. “That was sweet. Weird but sweet.”
“I thought you’d like it,” Angel murmurs.
He did like it. In fact, it reminded Lindsey eerily of a session involving a dildo he’d once filled with water and left to harden in the freezer. He hadn’t told Angel about that--had he? No, that would have been too embarrassing. He’s related his dreams but nothing about fantasies or whacking off sessions.
Angel might ask him about those someday. Lindsey might even tell him. Darla used to entertain him often enough with tales of her infamous exploits with the Scourge of Europe. Maybe it would be Lindsey’s turn to tell Angel of the wildness one ex-lawyer used to get up to when the Oklahoman nights were long and the girls were willin’.
His lover returns to licking Lindsey’s chest free of wine and other fluids. Angel usually tries to keep Lindsey from resting in the wet spot. But the entire bed is covered in damp patches now; other than lying on the carpet, there’s no real way for either of them to avoid moisture. Lindsey doesn’t envy whoever’s been in charge of the cleanup here. Surely, the two of them have made enough mess for the staff to earn every bit of whatever exorbitant fee Angel has paid.
Angel’s tongue slides lower, purrs humming along Lindsey’s skin. It is disturbingly like his cat dream. “Angel, I wouldn’t mind another round. But if I fall asleep I want you to stay away from my dick.”
“No promises, Lindsey.” Angel gives a final lick and smirks at him.
Damn. Casting about for a way to forestall him, Lindsey blurts, “If you promise you won’t bite me there again, I’ll tell you about my first threeway.”
Undeniable curiosity flares in those chocolate eyes. “Realllly?”
“Yep. So how about it? No biting and you’ll get one hell of a story.”
“I don’t know, Linds,” Angel returns. “I’ve had my share of threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Your story would have to be pretty spectacular to impress me.”
“Yeah. But you weren’t in this one.” He sidles closer, runs a finger down Angel’s chest, making sure to brush a nipple on the way. “Don’t you want to hear it, Angel?” he whispers seductively, peeking at his lover from beneath lowered eyelids. “Don’t you want to know the kind of shenanigans I used to get up to before you came into my life?”
“Tempting. All right, you’re on, Lindsey. Let’s see how good a storyteller you are.”
Relief swamps Lindsey. “Great. You won’t regret it.” He stretches in the bed, winces when his ass lands in a wet spot. “Shit. I think we need room service in here again.”
“Only if you fall asleep before I do.”
“Do you want to hear this story or not?”
Angel props up his head on his hand. “Fine.”
“I was 17 and these two girls were working in the local Dairy Queen…”

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