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A/N: Extended text in italics is from the video where Marcus/Angel and Lilah are talking.

Angel has become concerned about safety at the law firm. Belatedly, the vampire remembered all the times he had infiltrated the grounds when he was fighting against the previous occupants. Somehow he had never had any trouble getting past W&H defenses. Security had been a bit of a joke, really.
So he’s tightening the ship. Lindsey also recalls those days and has decided to take his own little tour. His previous association with the law firm means he’s aware of nooks and crannies that Angel hasn’t learned about yet.
Lindsey peers into the security booth. The two men inside are bent over a video screen that’s hidden from his viewpoint. He hears a woman groaning and gasping while the deeper tones of a man’s grunts echo disjointedly through her cries.
They chuckle, whisper and nudge each other. Are they looking at a porn video on company time? He edges closer. Suddenly there is a screech of pain from the monitor.
“Son of a bitch!”
Lindsey starts. It’s been months since Lilah Morgan’s been at Wolfram & Hart, years since he’s seen her. But he’d know that voice anywhere. Why would these men be watching an old video about her?
“Whoa, I’m sorry. It just…felt like the thing to do. Whoa, what are you, born again all of a sudden?”
And that was Angel’s voice! What the fuck--?
“I don't know what kind of sick game this is, Angel, but I hope you enjoyed it because you're never getting this close to me again,” Lilah snarls.
Lindsey steps into the booth and strides over to the desk. “Just what’s going on here?” he asks coolly.
“Mr. McDonald!” The two men jump, their faces startled and guilty both. He glances at the screen and notes that it’s blank. They haven’t had enough warning time to turn off the video; it must have simply come to an end. Looks like the fun’s over.
“Well? I’m waiting for an answer.”
The two glance at each other shiftily. The bigger man licks his lips. “We were just going over some old files. They’re no longer relevant; we’ll just erase them.” He reaches towards the console.
Lindsey holds out his hand, the cool tone shading to frost. “Any files taken for the company are Wolfram & Hart property. You’ve no right to decide arbitrarily on your own which files should be destroyed or not. Give it to me.”
The big guy looks trapped. The other--Mr. Roland on his nametag--switches tactics slightly. “Okay, you caught us. We were just looking at some porn vid another guy brought in. It’s no big deal. We just didn’t want to get fired for it. We’ll just trash it, all right?”
Do they think he’s stupid? He used to work as an attorney; he’s played all the angles. He knows all about copping a plea to a lesser crime in order to avoid punishment for a larger one. “I happen to know that Mr. Angel is in that video. He wouldn’t be pleased to know that you have been looking at it or destroyed it without his permission.”
He lets the silence drag on suggestively. He isn’t directly threatening to let the vampire know these men are hiding something from him. He doesn’t need to. Angel’s--or rather Angelus’s--fearsome reputation is well known.
Gloomily, they remove the videocassette and hand it to Lindsey. He exits without another word, leaving behind two very worried security guards.
Judging by their over-attention and eagerness to hide it from him, his first assumption had been that the video is sexual in nature. But if Angel is in it with Lilah then something else has to be going on.
Lindsey changes his mind about showing the video to Angel right away. He’s going to take a look first and see what had those men so riveted. Then he’ll make up his mind about what he will share this with the vampire or not.
__________
Lindsey sits on the penthouse bed, gritting his teeth. He had insisted that Angel install a television in the bedroom. The vampire hadn’t cared for it, preferring to be surrounded by the various objets d’art that he’d picked up in his travels. He’d asked whether Lindsey was getting bored with what they were doing in bed.
That had been a compelling argument. But Lindsey had wanted to watch TV in bed like normal people so the plasma screen had been placed on the opposite wall. Now he may regret that decision.
That is Angel’s broad back almost completely covering the brunette bent backwards over the desk. The previous conversation makes it clear that the other party is indeed Lilah Morgan. Evidently she had made an unscheduled visit to Angel’s hotel headquarters. She’d mentioned Gavin, his so-called replacement, as the reason for her visit but it looks as if Angel managed to--distract her.
Angel had filled Lindsey in on some of the things that had happened after his first flight from L.A. and the former lawyer hasn’t forgotten any of it. Lindsey had learned to file information quickly and clearly in his head; working with Wolfram & Hart had taught him never to write down potentially damaging information and never to forget anything that might be useful.
So she had brought Angel papers about Gavin’s plans against the vampire--one of her ploys to undermine the competition. Had she been looking for another opportunity to corrupt the vampire? Had she come to trick Angel into a trap or into helping her? Whatever it was, Lindsey didn’t think straight seduction could have been on her mind. If it were as easy as that, she would have tried that ploy ages ago.
Angel had appeared completely indifferent to the offer, focusing on Lilah in a way that was almost predatory. Well, he is a vampire…
The conversation between the vampire and the former lawyer from Wolfram & Hart became more than business. It had been downright--flirtatious. Angel had offered her a drink like she was a date, fed her a smarmy line about what a beautiful woman she was and then moved in for the kill.
Only this wasn’t about killing. He had been humping Lilah with all the eagerness of a horny teenager until the bitch had shoved him off her, screaming, holding a napkin to her bloodied neck. That’s when she had pulled out the cross and taunted him, going off without whatever she had been hunting for.
What the hell had Lilah expected? She had been getting hot and heavy with Wolfram & Hart’s favorite undead target! Did she honestly think he’d refrain from taking a chunk out of her?
But why did Angel lose his head so much that he’d actually bitten her? Was that actually Angelus, toying with Lilah the way he has done with countless victims?
No, that doesn’t track either. Lilah shouldn’t have been able to fight off such a large and determined opponent. When Lindsey had held out a large cross at him, Angel had neatly dismembered his hand. Lilah’s pitiful defense might as well have been a rolled-up umbrella.
None of this makes any sense. Angel wouldn’t have been so crass about a date and Angelus wouldn’t have been so easily thwarted about a meal.
But the camera doesn’t lie and his attempts at rationalization can’t stand in the way of cold, hard evidence. His old suspicions about Angel’s reasons for taking over the helm of Wolfram & Hart and at Lilah’s invitation, no less, resurface. Had this been an early try at recruiting the vampire, aborted by Lilah’s own panic?
She had gotten to Angel in the end. The vampire is head of Wolfram & Hart and she had been responsible for it. Had there been another, more productive meeting after this? Had Lilah gotten over her fear of being bitten? Lindsey knows how pleasurable the vampire’s bite can be--why shouldn’t Lilah have gotten a taste?
Somehow this thought is worse than all the others. It feels like the ultimate betrayal that Angel might have given Lilah his blessing, his mark, as he’s given it to Lindsey.
The Oklahoman rubs the scar on the side of his neck, feeling the faint stirrings that always follow that particular action. Scowling, he jerks away his hand. He doesn’t want to get aroused after seeing--that.
But he can’t help rewinding the tape, listening to Angel’s cheap but purring words of seduction, watching him climb over Lilah in urgent motion. In spite of his wish to hold on to anger, he’s getting hard. Disgusted, he rewinds and clicks off the television.
Lindsey stiffens. There has been no sound, not even a hint of a draft. But the air has changed subtly, become electrified in a way it does only when a certain dark-haired immortal is around.
It’s like there’s no transition. One moment the doorway is empty; the next moment Angel is there, as if by magic. He never simply bangs open a door, drops the keys on the table and loudly declares that he’s home, the way regular--people do. More than two centuries of sneaking around means that he glides silently into every space.
The vampire is staring at him curiously. “Lindsey? What are you doing in bed? It’s only five in the afternoon. Are you sick?”
“I was just--thinking.” His own voice sounds tight even to himself and he can see the immortal isn’t satisfied.
“Thinking about what? I was wondering where you were. We were doing security checks today, remember?”
“I remember. You don’t have to remind me.” Now he sounds whiny. Lindsey struggles to regain the iron control he’d practiced when he was struggling to keep his head above water working at Wolfram & Hart under the old regime.
Angel steps into the room, searching eyes still bent on the slight man slouched in the bed. “Well? How come you’re lazing around in bed then?”
“Security checks aren’t really my job, Angel, and you know it. It’s make-up work. Did you need me for anything really important today?”
“Well, no, but --”
“Was there a vision? ‘Cuz you could have called me on the cell. If you’d remembered to carry it,” Lindsey adds with a smirk.
“No, there wasn’t a vision. I just didn’t know where you’d disappeared to. The only ones who knew anything were two security guards who were really nervous about talking about you for some reason.”
Lindsey only shrugs. Asking about the security guards might cause Angel to probe into his brief interaction with them. He doesn’t want to give the immortal any idea of where this is headed until he decides it’s time.
Angel sits on the side of the bed. Lindsey tries to ignore him although the scar is humming and buzzing like a drunken bee has landed on his skin.
“Lindsey, what’s wrong? I know something’s bothering you.” He directs a thoughtful glance at Lindsey’s crotch. “Although you don’t seem upset so much as…”
“Angel, you never explained to me exactly why you accepted Lilah’s invitation to take over Wolfram & Hart.” That’s a little too direct but it’s abrupt enough to keep Angel off guard.
Sure enough, the vampire blinks before his expression becomes remote. “Lindsey, I thought we’d been over this.”
“No, Angel, we really haven’t.” Lindsey gives him a cool impenetrable stare, the one he’s perfected through many extended hours spent in courtrooms. He’s certain it gives away nothing although the vampire is no doubt picking up on his emotions. But Angel has no clue yet as to what’s going on; the ex-lawyer intends to keep it that way for as long as possible.
“You told me you were given the keys to work here at Wolfram & Hart.”
“I was. Look, I don’t see why we should be--”
“But that doesn’t tell me why you took this offer in the first place, why you brought all your supposed friends, back into the lion’s den. What, exactly, did Lilah offer you that made you take up the reins?”
“Lindsey, you know why,” Angel answers in a low tone. “My son was in a department store threatening a bunch of innocent civilians. I had to--”
“So you told me. After you stopped him, you decided to give him a picture perfect life with a fake family and fake memories.” If Angel still feels guilty about that, there is no sign. Instead his eyes darken with anger.
For the briefest of moments, Lindsey experiences doubt about his course. Then he ruthlessly squashes it. “But I’m talking about before that. Lilah didn’t tell you about Connor until after you came here. Before that, you had no reason to go with her. So why did you do it? Why would you trust her when you know what a twisted, tricky bitch she is?”
“She was dead, Lindsey. She had nothing to gain by--”
“Wolfram & Hart’s contracts with its employees go beyond death, Angel.”
“Lindsey, what the hell is this all about?” Angel has become exasperated with the southerner’s interruptions, exactly as Lindsey had intended. When witnesses get angry under cross-examination, they often reveal things they don’t intend to, unintentionally trapping themselves.
Lindsey clicks on the television. He doesn’t look at the screen, though; steely blue eyes are fixed unflinchingly on Angel.
The dark-haired immortal’s expression is a study of bewilderment and then shock. He watches the screen as though viewing two strangers. His eyes widen at his flirtation with Lilah and his face practically freezes with comical disbelief when they start getting it on like two bunnies on Viagra. “What…what is this?!”
“It’s pretty clear what it is, Angel.” Lindsey’s voice has developed shards of ice in it so sharp you could drop them in a glass and pour bourbon over them.
Angel has shaken off his surprise. Now his glance at Lindsey registers scornful amusement. “Is this what’s got you so…worked up, Lindsey? This doctored attempt at soft-core porn?”
“You’re saying that’s not you in that video?”
Angel falters and stares at the screen again, a more considering expression on his face. “I’m saying that I don’t remember any of this--not Lilah coming to see me, offering her drinks… Lindsey, I never drink while I’m on duty. I thought you’d know that by now.”
Lindsey does know it. For a born Irishman, Angel is abstemious to the point of boredom. Heavy drinking as part of a celebration is not something he’s keen on either.
It’s as if the vampire had shut out all parts of human interaction in his many years spent alone. Even now, with his friends and associates, he maintains aloofness. Spike can rouse him to fits of anger but then so could getting his car dented.
It is only with Lindsey that he lowers his guard, allowing and bestowing tenderness, making jokes and laughing at them. But casual drinking such as what he sees here--no, definitely not Angel’s style. But the vampire still hasn’t come up with an explanation.
“The camera doesn’t lie, Angel. That’s you with Lilah unless you have an evil twin,” Lindsey sneers.
Angel’s eyes narrow thoughtfully while he tries to sort out the puzzle. “We found surveillance cameras hidden in the Hyperion after Connor was born; Lorne could hear them whirring even though I couldn’t pick them up.”
“So this is genuine?” He had hoped that Angel could find a way to deny the evidence of his own eyes. It seems that hope is gone.
“Maybe. But the way I’m acting…” Angel shakes his head and frowns. Then he leans forward, staring intently at the video again. “Lindsey, is that the date there, in the lower corner?”
“Um, yeah.”
“I think I remember that day--yes, I was possessed!”
Why is that worth mentioning? “Uh, yeah. Vampire, right? Got that memo.”
“No, not that. There was this case we had about three years ago dealing with an old man named Marcus Roscoe. He possessed the bodies of young men. The possessions wouldn’t last and the bodies always burned out, shunting his soul back into his own body. That’s why we got involved.”
Lindsey makes the leap. “And somehow he got into you.”
“That’s right. When I was visiting him, he, ah…” Angel is clearly embarrassed. “He cast a spell and his soul and mine traded places.”
“So that’s him humping Lilah Morgan on that desk?”
“Gotta be. I’d never touch that cow.”
Lindsey lets out a bark of laughter. “Holy shit! Did she ever find out?”
“Doubt it. She called me ‘Angel’ and she never came back for an explanation.” Angel’s smirk slowly fades, the amusement replaced by something else.
“So that’s everything explained, huh?”
“Not everything.” Angel leans close to Lindsey, invading his space.
The tension in the room momentarily diluted by their mutual confusion has returned, stronger than ever. “Angel?”
“So this is what you’ve been doing up here this whole time? Watching me fuck Lilah Morgan? Getting all steamed up under the collar about it?” Angel’s smile is slow, his voice light. But the ex-lawyer can hear danger stirring underneath the question.
“Um…”
The vampire places a hand on the human’s leg, sweeping it in a smooth motion up towards his crotch without actually touching him there. Nevertheless, Lindsey’s leg jumps as if he’s been hit with a taser.
“Beating off, I’ll bet.” It’s not a question. The cool fingers sweep back down. Lindsey’s still wearing his pants but it’s like a tiny trickle of ice water slides over his skin, both soothing and tingling at once.
“Angel.” His voice is a breathy whisper. Lindsey takes a deep breath, trying to force air through his constricted throat. The mark is a violent ache in his neck now, the urge, the need to bare it to the vampire overwhelming.
Angel reaches up with a deceptively lazy motion to grasp his shoulder--
--And suddenly Lindsey is face down on the bed, his head pointed towards the television. Angel’s hand is grabbing his forearms, clasping them in a neat lock so that both of his wrists are pinned in the vampire’s grasp. While Lindsey squirms in an automatic panic to free himself, he hears a whirring noise and then a “click”. The video is running again.
“Oops.”
“Oops.” While the vampire on the screen talks, his own Angel speaks, his voice running smoothly over the greasy tones of his doppelganger.
“So you’ve been here, all on your lonesome, watching me plow Lilah like the cheap slut she is. God, that must have…hurt.” A chuckle. Angel’s other hand deftly unbuckles his belt and pulls Lindsey’s pants off. He’s shoeless, thank goodness, and lifts his hips so they slide down over his legs.
Underneath are silk boxers, an expensive gift from Angel, and these have not come off with the pants. Lindsey waits for the vampire to remove them. However, Angel is apparently in no hurry. He doesn’t release his victim’s arms. But the southerner feels the free hand slip under his ass.
Angel whispers to him, “All this time you were probably putting yourself in her place.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it,” Marcus/Angel purrs while shifting close to Lilah.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” Lindsey knows exactly what he means. He had, often, since meeting Angel for the first time all those years ago. But he’d never taken the chance that Lilah had.
Marcus/Angel has caught Lilah up in his arms and bent her over the desk. Lilah gasps shrilly in counterpoint to the grunts of the demon--and the vampire in bed with him begins rolling his balls within their silky prison.
“Um, ahhhhhh…”
“You did, didn’t you, Lindsey? You pictured yourself pressed to the desk, moaning while I rode you like a pony. You thought of me forcing myself into you, fucking you so hard you’d be walking with a limp.”
Lindsey swallows, the sound a liquid gulp. Angel’s sultry tenor is affecting him again, driving images into his imagination, making him hard enough to drill through the mattress.
“God, yes. Angel, don’t…” The hand rolls again, the thumb pressing into the sensitive skin behind the sac and his throat closes up in a choked gasp.
“Don’t what? Don’t let you hump my hand like this?” Because he is, thrusting his hips relentlessly into the pressure. The thumb rubs across the cloth-covered puckered hole; Lindsey’s ass quivers and he arches back into Angel’s hand.
“Gah, Angel. Keep…just a bit…”
“Poor baby, sitting up here, making yourself so hard and miserable while you watched me when you could have had me just like this.” The vampire chuckles again, a rich vibration that flows down his body and is diluted almost to a mild buzzing when it reaches Lindsey’s balls. The cool hand abandons the wrinkled sac and begins stroking and clutching the hard meat through the silk. It’s Lindsey’s rhythm, expertly mimicked by a man who knows every intimate spot on his body.
Being with Angel has made him hypersensitive to every touch. Normally, he could last for quite a while. Cumming quickly was only for when he was alone. Now he’s helpless flesh in the vampire’s grip, about to spend himself like an inexperienced prom date.
The moaning on the screen is reaching a crescendo. It wasn’t that loud before and Lindsey distantly wonders when Angel turned up the volume.
“Shit…yes. Damn, mmmm, ah ah ah…don’t…” There is the familiar clutching within his body. The moment of release is so close, so very close.
The hand is removed. He twists back his head and snarls, “Angel! Shit, don’t you dare stop now!”
There is only a small part of Angel in his field of vision, not enough to see what the vampire is doing now. But Lindsey picks up on the purr of a zipper being pulled down and lets his head fall to the bed with a stifled sigh of relief.
The band of his boxers is pulled down but only so far as his thighs. He can stretch them with just a little effort, even rip them with his demon strength. But he’s waiting to see what Angel will do next.
Then his hands are suddenly free because now the vampire’s greater weight is pinning him to the bed. The tape is rewound to the moment when Angel gives Lilah that patently false look of innocence. Like the real Angel couldn’t have managed better. Lindsey’s mental snort emerges as a whooshing sound as a thick, firm length begins sliding back and forth between his bare butt cheeks.
“I’d never have touched Lilah, Lindsey. You know why? Because she never really wanted me. She was attracted, sure. I could sense that at times. But I could always feel the urge underneath it to use me. She smelled more like greed than anything else. Real turn-off.”
The voice gets closer, deeper, with the rumble Lindsey knows from when Angel’s face shifts. The fact that he can’t see Angel, only the hot scene unfolding in front of him, adds to the exquisite sensations from the televised grunts, moans, and the cock rubbing its slickness up and down his ass.
“You’re the one because you wanted to be. Smelling of lust, practically creaming your pants every time we met. Imagining yourself naked and squirming under me.” A tongue flicks at his ear and he moans softly. His head turns to meet the cool lips. Fangs nip at his mouth as the smooth back-and-forth motions on his backside continue.
Hands pry apart his buttocks so cool air hits flesh that normally goes untouched. It hurts just that little bit, but precum is dripping down his asscrack, coating his hole, so Lindsey doesn’t care.
Angel still hasn’t entered him, yet he’s so damn hard. Lindsey wriggles urgently. “Angel, please. Fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m going to. I’ll fuck you so you’ll feel me for days. And you’ll know who it is I really want.” Growls from the vampire on the screen mingle with the one of the demon humping him. Now that she’s hidden by the vampire’s greater size, he can ignore that it’s Lilah up there. The vampire hits another button and the screen movement goes to slomo, the rocking motions eerily drawn out.
A long finger penetrates his ass slooooooowly, in sharp mimicry of his screen double. Lindsey pushes back on it and gives a guttural cry as it reaches his prostrate. Angel sets up a steady finger fucking that has him writhing and clawing the sheets.
“That’s it, Lindsey. You wanted me back then and you want me now. If you’d only said something, come to me the way Lilah did, it could have been you up there. You wouldn’t have shied away when I bit you.” Fangs slide lightly over his neck; the shudder that follows is something Lindsey can feel right down to his toes.
“Fuck, Aaaangelll…” The fingers have increased to two, the bliss from the pressure receding and surging back in taut waves. The push is subtly harder each time and he can feel the wetness on them, doubtless from the liquid still dripping down—
The digits are gone, the cock pressing into him so fast he’s startled by the transition. “Ungh!” Lindsey gasps.
Angel has eased up, letting Lindsey get to his hands and knees. The demon slows down, again matching his pace to the onscreen pair. As the pleasure begins rippling through him, the southerner bucks against the immortal, clenching his passage hard.
Angel growls, the broad chest vibrating against his back. The rocking continues in its stately pace, in spite of the excitement he senses coursing through the vampire. The demon’s hands are gripping Lindsey’s thighs as he moves Lindsey to the angle that pleases. A slight tilt and the prick hits home.
“YES!! Oh, goddamn!” The sound and regular motion have returned. The audio shrieks and moans and blue eyes snap to the screen again as the muscular frame there shifts over the helpless body pinned to the desk. Another thrust, more forceful, and his body begins shuddering. “Ahh, oh, so good, fucking good…”
Angel is groaning in his ear, almost like words but not quite. A broad hand on Lindsey’s stomach runs under his shirt, scraping the skin with sharp nails. The fingers flick at the nipples, hard, before the nails run around them, leaving swaths of gooseflesh in their wake.
“Uhhhh, yes…more…just there…” Lindsey likes the fierce pull on his nubs when the pleasure dances a mere hair’s breadth from the sting of injury. The blue-eyed mortal craves it, needs this slight precursor of pain, where he could almost scream for it to stop just before the crisis begins to peak.
His dick is getting jacked off again and he bucks into the grip, caught between the flesh capturing him, before and behind. Angel rarely lets him touch it when they’re together but Lindsey no longer protests. He doesn’t think he can bring that brutal, skillful twisting that Angel does to the process. Lindsey’s too worried about hurting himself; the vampire has no such compunction.
Not that he would hurt Lindsey there. Angel just knows how far he can push the limits of human flesh better than his bed partner.
The next thrust is fierce with no gentleness but that’s just how Lindsey wants it now and he pushes back with equal abandon. “Shit! Yea…oh more, goddamn…”
The pace is accelerating until the jabs on his prostate are a constant presence, as powerful and inescapable as his own heartbeat. He can barely keep his eyes on the TV now but he has to because he knows what’s coming next…
“Son of a bitch!”
“FUCK!” The feminine shriek of outrage meshes with his own cry as Angel sucks the ridged flesh on Lindsey’s throat. Fiery bliss like streams of molten lava starts to ricochet through his body.
His entire body is one clenched spasm. He is caught in the vampire’s hold as Angel presses him once more to bed. Snarls rumble through the lips on his throat and he gasps at the added sensation. “Ugh! YESSSS!”
Every part of him trembles in anticipation but Angel abruptly stops sucking and the desired release fails to come. The heat dies away, the promised orgasm winking out of existence.
“NOOO!!” The demon ignores his wail of protest. The couple on screen are back at the beginning again. Angel is still fucking him, his rhythm mercilessly forcing Lindsey once more towards the peak.
__________
It is an endless circle, ecstasy surging forward only to beaten relentlessly back. The intensity spirals in the mortal flesh, coiling over and over. The television players loop back and forth endlessly, too. Is this still for Lindsey’s benefit? Or Angel’s?
“Yes, Lindsey. So hot, so sweet, tight, gonna fuck you so much, baby, mmmm….” Angel purrs. He speaks in constant murmurs: reminiscences of past lovemaking, whispers of things he did with Darla, echoes of what is happening on the TV… Lindsey feels like he’s going out of his mind. Why is Angel tormenting him like this?
The cock drags in aching sluggishness over that spot; the fucking has returned to its previous gentleness. A moan breaks from the hapless human even as his ass clamps helplessly around the ridged length penetrating to his very depths. Angel’s hand is unmoving on Lindsey’s cock, so he can’t find any relief that way.
His knees feel raw where they’ve dug into the mattress. Stomach muscles flex, aching across his middle with the frustrated urge to release. The demon stops moving. But pointed teeth slide in a teasing fashion over the worn place on Lindsey’s neck. Desperate, the human arches towards them and they draw back. Lindsey sobs in frustration, grabbing the mattress sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.
“Oh, god. Angel, please let me… shit, I can’t stand it,” Lindsey pants.
A hand on his chin forces Lindsey’s gaze back to the TV. “You know what I can’t stand, Lindsey? Endless blame. I am guilty of so many crimes and carry the weight of them all. The last thing I need is to be accused of things I never did.”
The sudden thrust in his ass is violent, reproving in its harshness. “It’s like you said to me, Lindsey. The guilt-tripping gets old.”
Under the flush of desire comes the deeper tinge of shame. “I-I know. I’m sorry, Angel. I was just…” Jealous. That’s what he’d been feeling, what he realizes only now. But jealousy whispers of—
Well, let him go that far then. He’s accused Angel unjustly. Let him offer up his confession in penance…
“Apology accepted. Cum for me, Lindsey, cum now.”
He has hesitated too long; the moment has passed. But at this instant it doesn’t matter. He tenses, his head flung back, as cum jets from his aching cock, spattering the rumpled sheets. Amazing, that he can orgasm now whenever Angel tells him. The mortal doesn’t want to think what this means, that his very desire waits on the vampire’s command.
The strain leaves him so suddenly that his head falls onto shaking bent arms, his ass in the air, the demon still in his ass. Just after the final spasm racks him, Angel pulls him up by the hair and sinks his fangs into the waiting throat.
“AHHHH…!!” The shriek is unearthly. He had given up hope that he would be bitten tonight and the unexpected return lash of bliss is nearly too much.
Feral snarls thrum on his skin from the excitement flooding the crimson tide in his body. The hips slamming into Lindsey’s reach a dangerous pace as the blood rouses the vampire. He is thrusting deeper, faster, just as they both wanted. Then Angel is cumming, too, having delayed his pleasure until he has wrung the last scrap of it out of Lindsey.
Bubbling gasps, pleas and cries of ecstasy burst from the mortal’s throat. A tepid hand strokes Lindsey’s side as if to say, “I know. I know.” This is what they both needed: the release brought on by contrition.
The mortal collapses, gasping, on the bed, shuffling tiredly to avoid the copious wet spot. Angel eases from Lindsey to stretch out like a sated cougar beside the spent mortal. He licks leisurely at the throat wound; it is the only way vampire bites heal, so his attentions are thorough. He ignores the weak shudder of arousal that goes through his human partner.
“Man, Angel…” Lindsey breathes as he reaches out to gather Angel close.
“You said it.” He clicks off the TV. “I’m saving that tape, Lindsey. We have got to do this again.”

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