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This is a lovely time, a lazy time, a stay-in-bed-all-weekend time and Lindsey is loving every minute of it.
He’s in bed with Angel and the vampire is giving him his full attention. All Lindsey has to do is lay back and enjoy it. He’s also regaling Lindsey with one of his stories and he’s hanging on every word.
For a while, he’d entertained the notion of asking Spike just what kind of craziness he and his sire got up to when the girls were away, as Angel put it. If Darla’s stories had had Lindsey panting for Angel, who knows what Spike’s would have done? Probably had him fucking Angel in Wolfram & Hart’s elevators.
But Angel proves that Lindsey doesn’t need Spike. He’s all too willing to answer Lindsey’s questions about their sexual hijinks.
Now Lindsey has his hands locked around the bed posts. Angel has sternly warned him not to let go or else he’s going to stop this game and force the mortal to sleep in his own room—without company.
Lindsey is also wearing the nipple clamps again. He’s still not sure whether he likes them or not—although Angel is gradually winning him over to their use—but he loves the expression Angel gets when Lindsey sports them.
Lust simmers in the dark gaze. When Lindsey shifts and the chains tinkle against each other, gold flashes in the depths of those haunting eyes. When Lindsey breathes, the sapphires sparkle and the silver winks and the vampire’s fangs appear as his forehead ridges flicker like the images from an old black-and-white film.
Angel leans back a little as he studies the mortal splayed in the bed. “There was a time I hung Spike from a beam…” he muses.
“You mean a ceiling beam?” Lindsey pants. Angel runs a tongue over his nipple, the one with the bite, and he swallows hard, feeling the trails of heat flaring from the puckered spot.
“Yeah. I found a few chains and rigged them up special in an abandoned barn. Drusilla had been keeping him…busy, so he didn’t have a chance to follow me and see what I was up to. I lured him to the barn and wrestled him into the chains.”
Lindsey licks his lips. “Then what?”
Angel reaches out and begins tugging gently but with increasing force at the links. Lindsey’s back arches and he gasps as the twinge of the clamps gets sharper, just a little bit more painful, with every pull.
“Spike doesn’t like dishing out torture. He’s never really cultivated a knack for it the way I did. But he loves being on the receiving end sometimes. Unlike Drusilla, he doesn’t like pain for pain’s sake. He just wants the sex he knows he’ll get if he behaves.
“He’s fighting me, knowing that it gets my motor running. He’s cursing up a blue streak, calling me every name he can think of. All the while he’s getting so hard, his cock is like a tent pole.”
Angel reaches out and starts stroking Lindsey’s hard-on with light brushes of his fingers. The touch makes him cry out and his eyes clench shut.
“Open your eyes, Lindsey,” Angel snaps and Lindsey obeys reluctantly to peer at Angel’s face. The vampire isn’t looking at him but at Lindsey’s erection. His tongue comes out to lick at his fingers, lapping off the precum.
“Ooooh fuck. Angel, please. Don’t make me wait,” Lindsey hisses.
Angel ignores him. “Where was I?” he murmurs. “Oh, yes. I’ve got Spike’s wrists in the handcuffs now. He’s dangling from the chains, his toes barely touching the floor. My cock is running up and down his buttocks. And I’m in him in one harsh thrust—”
“You took him dry?”
Angel’s expression goes blank. “I was Angelus then. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about his comfort. I just wanted to make him feel pleasure in spite of how much he tried keeping it back from me.”
The vampire’s hands stop moving. Lindsey’s mind races for something to pull him back, back into this story, back into the bed with him. He glances down and a question that has always puzzled him pops into his head.
“How is that even possible?”
Angel blinks. “How is what possible?”
“I mean, how does a vampire get a hard-on in the first place? Your heart doesn’t beat so blood doesn’t circulate. How does blood even get into your cock to make an erection? It doesn’t make any sense.”
Angel’s mouth opens and closes. He’s managed to startle the demon into speechlessness. Lindsey is inordinately smug about that.
“Damn, Lindsey, I don’t know. I just exist in this body. It’s not like I’m a biologist.”
Lindsey reaches down, running a finger along Angel’s considerable dick. “I’m just curious. I can see this little vein throbbing right here and—”
Angel growls. Suddenly, Lindsey realizes he’s broken the rules. He moves to resume his position but it’s too late. Angel is off the bed, dragging Lindsey with him.
“Off to your room, Lindsey.”
“No! Wait, Angel, please, it was a mistake. I got distracted—”
“You disobeyed. So now you get to spend the night alone.”
“No, Angel, please…” Lindsey twists in Angel’s grasp, sinking to his knees. He presses his mouth to Angel’s dick, managing to suck the tip down before the vampire can move.
Angel groans but he’s not to be deterred. He yanks Lindsey up by the hair, ignoring his hiss. “Nice try, Lindsey,” he snaps. “But Darla used to pull that stunt and she was a very able whore, much better with her mouth than you. Sucking cock never stopped me from punishing her and it’s not going to save you.”
A pang strikes Lindsey. Angel has never compared him to Darla before now; this kind of vicious verbal jab is more reminiscent of Angelus than the souled vampire. Before he can protest, Angel has spun him around. Lindsey’s arms are bent at the elbows and held in a cruel lock. With his other arm, Angel puts Lindsey in a chokehold. His elbow forces Lindsey’s head up and back, his chest forward. Lindsey is now on his toes, while Angel’s dick strokes him softly in the crease of his ass.
The vampire growls into his ear. “You want to stay, Lindsey? Then you have a choice. I can finish my story and show you exactly what I did with Spike. Or I send you to your room.”
Lindsey gasps, the wind cut off with Angel’s forearm pressed mercilessly against his throat. The near-asphyxiation is making him dizzy—and hard. He remembers vividly when Angel had done this in that cheap hotel room so many months ago. The memory loops with this moment and he falls against Angel, rubbing his butt mutely against the taller man behind him.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that little kink of yours,” Angel whispers in his ear. “You’re getting hard just thinking about it, aren’t you? You can have that too. But the choice is yours.” He eases the pressure against Lindsey’s windpipe.
“Yes,” Lindsey wheezes. He swallows and tries again. “Yes. I-I want to stay.”
Angel rocks forward so that his dick presses more firmly against the flesh of Lindsey’s ass. “You’ll be a good boy?”
Boy? Dammit, when did he become Angel’s bitch? He wants to deny it. He wants to say no. He wants to tell Angel to go fuck himself, the way Spike would. But he’s Angel’s lover, something Spike never was, and the rules of their relationship are very different. His heart and his dick are throbbing in time with each other and neither will be happy if he denies Angel what the two of them want.
Lindsey nods. “I’ll be good,” he whispers.
“Then brace yourself. This is going to hurt.” Angel’s arm wraps around Lindsey’s throat again and the vampire forces himself into Lindsey’s hole.
He’s right. It hurts like a sonofabitch. Lindsey would scream but that grip on his neck doesn’t allow it. But he’ll gladly endure the agony because the choking is causing his head to spin, making his dick so rigid he’s about ready to burst.
“Spike screams. But the place is deserted. There’s no one for miles. Then I’m…thrusting…into…him,” Angel grunts with each word, suiting action to his story.
The pain is ebbing, helped by Angel’s stroking on his prostate and the chokehold. Lindsey is defenseless, rocking in Angel’s grip, rising almost off his feet, his dick pulsing with each movement of the vampire behind him.
“Spike’s cursing. But he likes it. His head falls back—yeah, like yours, just like that—and his ass is clenching around me. So damn tight, it’s fucking fantastic—that’s it, squeeze me there, Lindsey—he’s begging for more, wanting me to give it to him, harder and faster. I’m crooning to him, laughing really, because it’s never this good for him with Drusilla, no matter how much he loves her.”
Drusilla? For a moment, Lindsey can’t remember that name. He’s having trouble remembering his own name. Angel senses his scattering mental faculties and loosens his hold just a little. The mortal draws in a gulping breath of air before his breathing is cut off once more.
“It’s so good, Lindsey, you have no idea. Having a vampire at your mercy is better sometimes than having a mortal.
“But it’s not enough. I want to see his face, see what he looks like when he cums. I want to capture him in that moment.”
Angel withdraws from Lindsey, so fast Lindsey is taken by surprise. “Angel, no,” he rasps, nearly falling as the vampire releases him.
“Don’t worry, baby. We’re not finished yet.” Angel spins him around, with that vampiric speed that always manages to startle. He’s facing the mortal now, kissing him, letting his tongue stroke Lindsey’s lips, his teeth, the soft palette of the roof of his mouth.
“Then what did you do?” Lindsey gasps out, when the vampire’s lips part from his. Angel has him up against the wall now, his shadowed gaze forcing Lindsey to look up at him.
“This.” Grabbing Lindsey by the throat with one hand, Angel lifts Lindsey’s leg and pushes into him again.
It’s easier this time, the pain non-existent, as the vampire shoves hard, pressing Lindsey against the wall. Lindsey’s hands are free now but he wouldn’t dream of pushing the demon away from him. Instead, he wraps his arms and legs around Angel and hangs on for dear life.
“The chains are rattling. Spike wants to hold me but he can’t so he settles for wrapping his legs around me—you’ve got it, hang on, baby—and moaning and swearing in my ear.”
His back is thumping rhythmically against the unyielding plaster. Angel’s other hand is holding up his ass, shielding him somewhat from the punishing surface but Lindsey knows he’s going to be feeling the effects of this for the rest of the weekend. No matter; that cool cock is running up and down inside him, that cool hand is locked in a vise around his throat. His head swims in delirium as Lindsey squeezes his ass around Angel, bringing himself into the story, making himself part of the demon’s past.
Angel’s hand leaves his ass and starts tugging on the chains decorating his chest. He lets Lindsey draw in a whisper of air, long enough to take note of those tugs at his nips. “Fuck, Angel. Yeah, more,” Lindsey wheezes.
Scarlet and black streaks are swirling through his vision. He’s curled into Angel almost like a ball as the vampire growls out the rest of his tale.
“The chains are jingling like mad, just like yours, Lindsey, and Spike is on the verge of cumming. I know the signs; I’ve seen them often enough. But I need one more thing from him.”
The hand leaves his throat. Sharp fangs punch through the skin of his neck, re-opening the old wound that marked him as Angel’s so many months ago.
Lindsey cries out, the ecstasy of the bite flooding his veins. He cums, as Spike must have done, because how could any being, mortal or vampire, resist this exquisite bliss? He is clenching around Angel, inside and out, his cum streaking the vampire’s chest, as Angel grunts through the feeding. He is still being rocked against the wall, Angel nailing him there as if on a cross, when he feels the vampire cum within him.
Angel gathers him closer and sucks hard as Lindsey wails in joy.
__________
He comes to on the bed. But it’s not to be a quiet post-coital aftermath. Angel is still inside him, still fucking him with abandon.
He is speaking again, darting kisses on Lindsey’s face between words. Maybe he’s been talking this whole time. “Sweet, sweet, baby. So good, so hot. Ummm, love your blood, your heartbeat, your body, better than Spike…”
Lindsey moans, his shattered body rousing itself to follow his lover’s lead. But the soreness of his ass is competing with the pleasure. How long has Angel been at this? “Oh, god, Angel. Dammit, can’t you…?” Lindsey gasps.
Angel slows a little but he doesn’t pause. He’s still in game face, his fangs stained with blood. That’s unusual; Angel usually licks off every trace when they’ve finished. His eyes, too—yellow tinged with red. He’s only seen Angel this excited once before, and Spike was responsible for that. Another thing to thank the blonde vampire for...some other time.
“What, Lindsey? Want me to stop?” Angel purrs.
“No, fuck. Don’t stop!” he pleads. Helpless as ever to resist, Lindsey pulls Angel towards him.
“Not. Gonna. Stop.” With that, he presses Lindsey into the bed and bites him again.
Joy and terror flood Lindsey. Angel has never bitten him there twice in one night. He knows the dangers and has told Lindsey often enough.
Is this the night when the demon goes over the edge? Lindsey tries to summon the will to fight him, to resist the teeth tugging at him. But the urge disappears almost immediately, swamped beneath the overwhelming tide of sexual delight from the vampire’s kiss. He grabs Angel’s head to force him closer to the vein, as he babbles for Angel to fuck him, drink him, love him as only he can.
It is Angel who pulls back, Angel who rears up above him like a dark god, Angel who yanks ruthlessly at Lindsey’s cock until the southerner explodes in an unstoppable wave over the shiny clamps.
His body shudders with his release but the mortal still yearns for the vampire’s bite. Reaching out to draw Angel towards his throat again, Lindsey gibbers almost mindlessly, “Nonononononono…”
“No, Lindsey.” Angel pushes him back, his arm like a pillar as he holds down his lover.
Lindsey writhes on the bed, moaning. He shudders as Angel continues stroking his weeping cock, milking him to the last drop. “Angel…” he rasps.
He can’t finish. He’s barely able to speak. Angel doesn’t answer. The ridges fade, the fangs disappear. The human visage returns. Curiously, his expression lacks the usual guilt. Is Angel…happy that he’s nearly pushed things too far?
“Why…?” He can’t complete the question, can’t bring himself to ask what has turned Angel so much more dangerous than on other nights.
There is no confusion from the vampire now. “Master vampires get off on submission, Lindsey. Especially when it’s willing. Spike was too selfish to give me that.”
Yes, he submits. He had been ashamed in the past but shame has long left him. Lindsey would give himself fully, do whatever Angel wants. He wonders when it happened, when desire tipped over into such utter yielding...and then decides it doesn’t matter.
Angel removes the nipple clamps, licking the sore flesh when Lindsey winces. He laps at his throat to seal the wounds. Lindsey wants to hold him there but knows Angel won’t take any more blood from him tonight.
Then the demon picks up the washrag conveniently placed near the bed and begins wiping Lindsey clean with the dry cloth. He could go and get a basin of warm water from the bathroom but he senses Lindsey doesn’t want to be left alone even for a minute now.
The evidence of their sexplay wiped away, Lindsey finds himself drifting as Angel stretches beside him and hugs him close. The sex, the blood loss, the exertion, the strangling—they’ve all taken their toll.
It has been one wild night. It’ll be hard to top this for the rest of the weekend.
Lindsey swallows past the ebbing pain in his throat. He runs his eye languidly over Angel’s face.
The vampire tilts his head. “What?”
“I was just wondering how your fangs appear,” he rasps. “Do they come down over your regular teeth or do your teeth just get longer and pointier somehow?”
“Jesus, Lindsey, you’re still asking questions? I must be losing my touch,” Angel grouses.
Lindsey laughs and then stops with a moan. Laughing hurts too much. Talking hurts too much. Maybe he’d better save the questions for another time.
After all, lessons with Angel are fun.

TBC
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