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Choice and Consequences	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Lindsey > Angel(us)/Lindsey Views: 2642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lindsey can’t believe it. He thinks of Angel and the vampire appears. What, is he psychic now? “What the fuck?! How’d you find me this time?”
Angel shrugs. “We’re Wolfram & Hart. It’s what we do.” Someone, probably Fred, must have repeated the conversation to the souled vampire. He sniffs the air, frowning. “Making a lost weekend of it, Lindsey?”
“What are you, my mother?” Lindsey snaps. He’s in no mood to deal with lecturing from Angel. “And how’d you get…? Oh, right. Hotel. Guess you don’t need an invitation.”
“No. I don’t need one.” The emphasis isn’t lost on him; Lindsey notes how Angel hasn’t moved from the bedroom door. The vampire is needlessly polite with him these days; maybe he’s making up for the times he’s kicked open Lindsey’s door in the past.
Lindsey leans back against the pillows, trying for nonchalance. “Well, come in. Unless you’re just going to stand there enjoying the view. Not that there’s much of it,” waving a hand at the window.
“I’d have to disagree,” Angel murmurs. He steps into the room, his eyes trained on the smaller man’s prone form and Lindsey feels himself flushing again. It’s crazy how Angel can make him this excited just from a few choice words and a smoldering look but he beats down the rising desire. All he needs for that is to remember Connor. His jaw clenches and he turns away, his back to the vampire, as he reclines on the bed again.
Angel scents the lust coming from Lindsey’s body. He also smells when it’s cut off, washed away by the sadness he’d sensed at Vail’s mansion. “Lindsey, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? That I deluded myself? Again? Save it, Angel. I’m tired of hearing apologies from you about things you can’t help.” That’s right. He’s sick of Angel’s guilt, especially where he’s concerned. He hates being yet another thing that the demon feels guilty about and he doesn’t want to be Angel’s dirty little secret.
The bed dips down; Lindsey knows without looking that Angel is near. The itch on his neck has turned to a vibrant thrumming that finds its home in his cock and he grits his teeth, furious that Angel can make him so hard, so needy, just by sitting close to him.
Angel can scent the desire wafting off the other man. However, he pays it no heed. It’s not what Lindsey wants or needs right now. For the moment, Angel contents himself with talking to him.
“When Darla came to me that night, I was feeling—I’d been made to think that nothing I did mattered. I had sent my crew away and I was spiraling downwards, in danger of losing my soul. I thought I knew what that would take and Darla was convenient. It was what Wolfram & Hart had worked so long and hard to force me to and they were finally going to get their wish.”
Lindsey holds his breath, his back still towards Angel. The demon is about to tell him about that night, the details of the wild sex he and Darla had shared. He wants to hear it, wants to know exactly what they did to each other. Darla had never spared him until that one time and he’s just as eager to hear about it as he was when he’d been her guardian. And if Darla’s stories had been always so much of a turn-on, what will hearing it in Angel’s husky tenor do to him?
The scent of arousal from the mortal lying next to him has returned and Angel is momentarily baffled by it. That was not a happy time for him and he wonders why Lindsey is getting off on it. He pushes aside his confusion and tries to continue although he has to restrain himself from pouncing on the other man.
“I attacked her. I took her by surprise and she was actually shocked. Then the old instincts kicked in and we started fucking each other like animals. It was raw and ugly and there was not a shred of tenderness about it,” Angel muses. His voice is remote as if he’s talking about shopping and Lindsey is confused. Didn’t Angel like what he’d done with Darla?
“It took hours and then we both fell asleep. We actually wore each other out,” and this time he sounds kinda amused. “Then I woke up with this harsh dragging pain in my chest.”
He shifts in the bed again. Lindsey is frozen stiff as he holds his breath in anticipation. Is this the part where Angel loses his soul again? But that had never happened; if it had Darla wouldn’t have been so lost, so haunted, so obviously disappointed. She’d certainly been upset even while holding that stupid ring.
“I thought I was losing it, that my soul was about to go. Darla thought so, too. You should have heard her, Lindsey, gloating at my suffering, telling me not to fight it.” Lindsey can pick up the amusement in Angel’s voice. “But I didn’t lose it. My soul stayed firmly in place.”
“I-It did?” So she couldn’t fuck it out. He feels a surge of triumph at that. Then he recalls he didn’t make Angel lose his soul either and his spirits drop a bit.
“Yep. I tell ya, she was really upset about that. She thought we should give it another go. But I knew it wouldn’t make any difference. It wasn’t perfect happiness. It was perfect despair. It was what you do when you had nothing left and nobody and nothing would make a damn difference. That’s why my soul wouldn’t leave. She had nothing to offer me but what we’d had before. If it didn’t make me happy then, why would it now?
“Then she reappeared months later—pregnant. She told me I was the father. You can guess what a shock that was.”
Angel goes on, the words spilling over the stunned listener. Lindsey is treated to the descriptions of Darla’s horrific labor pains, Holtz’s reappearance in Angel’s life, the threat the former vampire hunter had made against Darla and the unborn child and the beautiful baby boy Angel loved so much.
Connor. The boy he’d thought was his son. Suddenly this becomes more important than any sex talk about Darla. Lindsey flips back over, sitting up on the bed and staring down at Angel. Shit, he hadn’t realized the vampire was that close, close enough to touch, and looking remarkably unconcerned about it. Lindsey momentarily forgets what he’s going to ask.
Angel frowns at his unfocused stare. “Lindsey? What is it?”
“Uh, I was wondering—what Connor was like as a baby.” Okay, that wasn’t what he’d wanted to ask at all. But suddenly Lindsey does want to hear the answer. It’s unbearable to think that he’s missed out on so much of Angel’s history and he’s just a little bit curious as to what kind of father Angel made.
Something in Angel’s eyes softens, the light of love shining out of them. Angel looks positively happy in a way that Lindsey’s never seen and the southerner understands now why the vampire didn’t lose his soul with him.
“He was beautiful, Lindsey. You should have seen him. He had his mother’s eyes. And he had that new baby smell, you know? All milk and that buttery, caramel scent at the top of his head. For the first few hours after he was born, I wouldn’t put him down or let anybody else hold him. It drove Cordelia nuts.” Angel chuckles at the memory. “And he wasn’t scared of my face.”
“Why should he be scared of your face?” Without thinking, Lindsey reaches out one finger to trace a line over Angel’s forehead and down across one cool cheek.
“No. I mean this face.” Angel’s face shifts into its demonic form, the ridges sprouting from his brow and amber eyes like a cat’s glowing from beneath them.
Lindsey sucks in a breath as his heart turns over and begins stuttering in his chest. Because of the bite, his reaction to a vampire’s face is quite different than it once was. The scar on his neck, which hadn’t been quiescent since Angel appeared, seems to throb in time with his heartbeat. He licks his lips and sees Angel’s feral gaze sharpen, his nostrils flaring as if drawing in the ex-lawyer’s scent.
The mortal swallows hard, the urge to bare his throat to Angel almost overwhelming. To distract himself, he focuses on the one remaining mystery in the vampire’s story. “Angel, there’s one thing I don’t get. Why was I made to think I could be Connor’s father?” he asks.
“I don’t know. Then again, if you thought Connor was mine, maybe you would have tried to hurt him. Making you think he was your kid would keep you from doing that.”
“Oh. Then that’s everything tied up in a neat package, I guess,” he mutters. So Angel’s life or unlife had gone on without him. He had managed to find wealth, privilege and a family—and Lindsey had been shunted to the sidelines.
There’s that sadness again. “Lindsey, I meant what I said. I am sorry. You didn’t come here to see me, although I was flattered to think you had. You wanted a connection; you wanted a family and you lost one before you ever had it.”
“That’s bullshit,” Lindsey snorts. “I have a family, remember? I’ve got a father, brother and sisters in Oklahoma.”
“Half of whom died when it was flu season.” He senses rather than sees Lindsey start. “See? I remember.”
“Really? Like you remembered my cell number, my pager number and my address?” Lindsey doesn’t want this conversation to descend into pettiness. But he’s been feeling furious for months and he’s finally going to have it out whether Angel likes it or not.
Angel props himself up on one elbow, staring up at the incensed man. “Is that what all this is about? You wanted to see me but you couldn’t so you latched on to Connor instead? And now you’re pissed because you didn’t get either of us?” Angel is incredulous and a little bit angry himself. If Lindsey was just using him to make some sort of emotional connection, then he’s worse than Buffy. Whatever she had with Spike, at least she wanted Angel for himself not just a pawn to make her feel or some sort of oversized plush toy she could take to bed.
“No! I’m pissed because…” Lindsey trails off. Okay, maybe Angel isn’t so far off the mark. But, dammit, was it too much to ask that the vampire keep in touch with him? He must have muttered it out loud because Angel raises his eyebrows.
“You could have called, too, you know. It’s not like you didn’t have Wolfram & Hart’s number,” he points out.
“I didn’t want to start making a lot of calls and interrupting you while you were working. I-I didn’t know what you’d told your people and I didn’t want to get you in trouble,” Lindsey mutters. The excuse sounds pretty feeble when he says it and he can tell by Angel’s expression that the vampire isn’t buying it either.
Lindsey sighs and tries harder. “I cared, Angel, I really did. But then I thought I was only mortal, you had that Slayer girl and what place could I fill in your life? I was just really too—insecure, I guess. So I waited for some sign from you.”
“That’s sweet, Lindsey.” Angel reaches out to stroke his lower lip only to have Lindsey flinch back.
“Don’t try to soften me up now,” he growls. “Why didn’t you call? Were you that ashamed of me? D-did you hate what we did together?”
“Lindsey, you know better than that,” Angel declares, exasperation coloring his voice. “I kept thinking about what I’d said to you, how I wanted you to have a life apart from me. I didn’t want to keep calling you because…” It’s Angel’s turn to stop speaking and now he looks almost embarrassed.
“Because what? I didn’t cross three states only to have you pull the silent treatment again.”
Angel’s jaw works as if the words are being pulled forcibly through his teeth. “I didn’t want to become too attached to you,” he says in his low tenor. “I didn’t want to get so dependent that I might be tempted to chuck it all up here and go tearing off to see you whenever the loneliness got too much. So I kept putting off calling you, telling myself to go just one more day without picking up the phone, willing myself not to contact you. Then we got swamped by work and there was no word from you so I figured you’d forgotten me.”
“Forgotten you? Didn’t you hear the part where I told you I’d been thinking about you ever since I left Los Angeles that first time? You thought, what? One quick fuck and ‘Lindsey McDonald’s gonna kick me to the curb?’ Jesus Christ, Angel! The only thing I’d forgotten about you is how thick you are!” Lindsey hisses.
Angel is stunned to hear this. He’d found himself obsessing about Lindsey the way he’d used to obsess about Buffy. But, while Buffy holds a cherished place in his heart that she will never leave, his feelings about Lindsey are so twisted up with other things he doesn’t know how to sort them out. But Lindsey has pretty much declared what he feels. Can Angel be any less brave?
“I care about you, Lindsey. I truly do. But there’s always the same problem when I get mixed up with mortals. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Your music career’s finally taking off…”
Startled blue eyes gaze into his. “How do you know about my singing career?”
The vampire’s smile shows more than a definite trace of embarrassment. “I’ve, uh, been keeping track. Just because I haven’t called you doesn’t mean I haven’t been paying attention.”
Lindsey experiences a curious warmth opening up in his chest. Angel has been thinking of him, watching over him. He hasn’t been cast aside. “Angel. That’s so…” What can Lindsey say? Sweet? Kind? Wonderful? No words are enough and these sound way too sappy. So he settles for leaning down and pressing his lips against the cool ones lying just within reach.
Angel’s eyes shut and he moans, losing himself in the pulling mouth. God, how he’d missed this. He’s nearly forgotten how sweet Lindsey’s lips are, what an artful kisser the man is. The warm tongue skims across his cool lips and snakes back when he tries to capture it. Then it returns, bolder yet, and edges past his teeth to touch his own.
The two tongues twist together, taking turns to stroke and lick. Angel pulls back and flicks across to Lindsey’s ear. He remembers what this will do to the southerner and, sure enough, Lindsey gasps and then moans loudly when his earlobe is caught and suckled between the blunt teeth.
Angel goes no further for the moment, content to nibble along the outer lobe. Lindsey has fallen back on the bed, his hands grasping at Angel’s shoulders as the vampire traces a line with his lips from the lobe down the cheek and across to the scar lying in wait.
The flesh is pulled into Angel’s mouth and Lindsey whimpers. He arches into Angel, grabbing his head, forcing it harder into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He’s touched the scar often since Angel gave it to him. Most times it’s simply to remind himself of his passionate one-time sex-filled romp with the bloodsucker. Other times, he uses it to get off. And that’s just what’s happening to him now.
Once again, Angel can smell the hunger peeling off Lindsey. The man has spread his legs so Angel nestles between them. He’s undulating in the bed, his slight form nevertheless bucking hard against Angel’s brawny frame. Those hot, grabbing hands are demanding as he pushes Angel’s face where he wants it to go.
Angel pulls back, chuckling slightly. “Lindsey, relax. We’ve got—”
“All night? Yeah, like I haven’t heard that one before,” Lindsey pants.
There is a sonorous growl and Angel cups Lindsey’s ass as he pulls the smaller man up against his form. He dives towards the scar and this time the suction is fierce. When a mild pressure from still-human teeth is added, Lindsey topples right over the edge.
“SHIIIT!” he screams and grabs at Angel’s head again. He’s grinding frantically against the vampire’s hard-on and his whole frame shakes as he comes shuddering down from one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever known.
Angel waits until Lindsey regains some kind of control. The face is flushed and rosy, the long hair spilling over his tightly clenched eyes. Really, the other man is so delectable looking. The tanned arms clutch at him and all at once the vampire is impatient to see what other changes Lindsey has made to his body. He tugs at the T-shirt and murmurs, “All right if I tear this?”
“Go ahead,” Lindsey breathes. A rich chuckle fills the air as Angel grabs the cloth and rips it with a satisfying tearing sound.
Lindsey hasn’t lost the muscle tone he had when they last met. The tan on his skin is an even shade, not bronzed like from a gym but dark enough to set off his eyes. It’s an intriguing contrast to his own paleness and Angel’s cool fingers slide across the surface in barely-there touches that cause Lindsey to suck in his breath. Then the vampire pauses. “Lindsey, do you want the light on or off?”
The question doesn’t immediately register. “Huh? Oh, uh, off I guess. This room isn’t much to look at and there’s plenty of light from the window. And I’m betting you don’t need much light to see by.”
Angel smirks. “You’d be right.” He reaches up and switches off the light. Then the vampire begins re-acquainting himself with Lindsey’s skin. The cold lips brush across the surface of Lindsey’s upper torso and the human’s breathing deepens as the tongue comes into play. His nipples are licked and then suckled hard, pain and enjoyment flaring across the taut little peaks.
“Harder,” he sighs. But there’s no need for direction. Angel can sense the subtle changes in Lindsey’s wants just by sniffing his skin and alters his touches to match.
But being the passive partner isn’t enough. Lindsey thinks of the wild fantasies he’s had of the vampire in his embrace, things he never got a chance to try on their last go-around. He pushes impatiently at Angel’s head and the vampire lifts his head, a silent query in the dark eyes.
The mortal’s fingers fly swiftly over the leather coat, pushing it off so that it pools on the bed. He shoves it on to the floor, taking no note of Angel’s growl at seeing the expensive material being mistreated. Angel tries to help Lindsey with disrobing. But the warm hands bat his away in a blatant display of impatience and control. This time around, Lindsey McDonald is calling the shots.
Angel’s clothes are discarded little by little, the shoes dropped heedlessly on the floor and wide hips arching up so the pants can be tugged off. It’s darker in the room now but Lindsey can tell by the feel alone the expensive quality of the silk boxers.
He clasps his hand around the straining erection. The material rubs against the full cock and Angel hisses in his teeth. Lindsey well remembers the feeling of silk against his own dick when he was aroused: the heat from his own body warming the material enfolding his cock until it was like a lover’s hand, the smoothness so much like flesh against his throbbing hardness.
Angel’s moans float up towards his ears and he grins as he rubs harder with knowing fingers up and down that length he can feel but not yet see. When he deems the vampire is sufficiently excited he tugs down the silk material and tosses it into the dark recesses of the room.
Lindsey hurriedly shucks off his own gummy boxers. Damn, he hasn’t cum in his pants since he was a teenager. Guess that’s what being with Angel does for him: he loses control. He throws the sticky underpants on the floor before resting his body atop Angel’s. Lindsey doesn’t mind being the bottom although he hasn’t done that lately. But Angel is kinda heavy and Lindsey wants to savor things without the demon’s greater weight crushing him.
Angel sees the blue of the other man’s eyes approach as Lindsey’s face nears his. Then hot breath seeps into his mouth as the firm lips pull at his own. Angel grimaces a little at the taste of the harsh booze he’d sniffed earlier when he entered the room. But behind the nasty flavor is the delicious taste of Lindsey. He tastes of hamburgers and barbecue and a spicy tang like hot peppers. The flavors aren’t quite as definitive as all that; but, if Angel had to describe it to someone not a vampire, those are the words he would use.
Lindsey heat is everywhere: in the cock rubbing against his, in the grasping mortal hands and sucking mouth, in the rounded buttocks Angel grabs in both hands. He bends his body up in bed, rubbing harder and more insistently against the other man, hearing Lindsey’s squeak on his lips as he cups that luscious ass.
The rocking becomes more insistent as Angel jerks Lindsey’s body harder over his own. The feel of Lindsey is so good right now, causing the pleasure to spiral up in his tepid flesh, making his cool cock twitch. The vampire grabs at the other’s hair with one hand, the lengthened strands sliding through his fingers. “Hmmm, I like your hair long like this, Lindsey. So soft and a perfect handful.” He tugs harder, knowing the brief burst of pain will sharpen the mortal’s perceptions, making a nice counterpoint to the lust building between them.
Lindsey gasps, the pull bringing him down to earth. He looks down, strains to make out Angel’s form in the near darkness. After a while his eyes adjust, picking out the vampire’s muscular shoulders, the short hair crackling on the pillow, the sheen of the eyes—still human for the moment—staring up at him. Light from the streetlamps and passing cars flicker through the windows, casting wandering flecks of color on Angel’s skin.
His warm tongue comes out to slide over Angel’s flesh. He wants to explore the vampire in the same way Angel had in his apartment those few short months ago. He buries his nose in Angel’s armpit and inhales deeply. Mmmm, clean Angel smell. Then he nips at the sensitive inner crease. The skin jumps under his teeth and he smiles to himself. Nice to know he can get the vampire all worked up like that.
So Lindsey pulls out all the stops. He concentrates on biting Angel’s skin in strategic places. Scratches along Angel’s sides bring back those rumbling coughs he recalls so well. He hasn’t listened to Darla talk about Angelus all this time without picking up a few pointers.
Angel trembles and shouts out loud when Lindsey nips him in a certain spot. Okay, Darla must have told him about that. Then the vampire stiffens as the lips brush over the tip of his cock.
The mortal grasps the cocks and licks harder. He’d barely gotten a taste of the vampire’s meat on their previous encounter. That’s a mistake he means to correct. The tongue licks at the wrinkled foreskin and pushes it back and forth, exposing the soft head underneath it. He lips along it, hearing the vampire’s harsh pants just above his head.
Angel lifts his head to stare at the Lindsey. The lengthy brown hair is splayed across his thighs so he can’t see what the mortal is doing. But he can feel as his head is engulfed in all that warmth when the mouth descends on him.
“Fuck!” Angel doesn’t swear much but he can’t help it as the mouth goes farther, his length being swallowed up by that sucking moisture. When the tongue is added, he gives in to his urge and bucks up his hips, driving the cock deeper.
Lindsey chokes briefly; Angel’s cock is so big and the movement takes him by surprise. The tip touches the back of his throat and he sputters before regaining control. Then he grabs the other’s hips and forces them back to the bed. Yeah, demon strength counts for a lot here and he’s going to use it to pleasure Angel whether the vampire likes it or not.
Angel’s urge to thrust is frustrated but he understands Lindsey’s mute demand and allows himself to be pinned to the bed. He’s content to let the other man take control for the moment…especially since he’s doing such a great job. “Lindsey! Goddamn!”
A car blasts away outside and a shaft of light moves across the room, landing on the two men and briefly lighting up the vampire’s form. Yellow eyes gleam at Lindsey before the room is engulfed in semi-darkness again and the Oklahoman shivers at the evidence of how riled up Angel is getting.
The cock tastes so good, the saltiness going straight to his head as he sucks harder. The satiny skin ripples and throbs inside his mouth and the Oklahoman pulls harder, licking at the pulsing ridge. The vampire is moaning and thrashing in the bed and the sounds of strangled delight go straight to his own hard dick.
Lindsey moans too and is shocked to hear Angel shout. In spite of his own strength, the vampire bucks up under his hands and the motion drives the cock fully into his mouth. Lindsey pauses a moment to let Angel settle and then begins long, slow up-and-down movements over that throbbing length.
The vampire is thrashing beneath him, growling, swearing and pleading for Lindsey to finish. The temptation to end this quickly is almost too much. But Lindsey wants to make this last. As Angel hinted, they have all night. But the night won’t last forever and he wants to take away as many impressions of his vampire before they go their separate ways.
“Fuck, shit. Yeah, Lindsey. Just like that. Oh, lad, you’ve got such a sweet mouth.” Hints of the Gaelic brogue Angel once sported come back and Lindsey gets even harder, if that’s possible. His own dick is being neglected, the seeping pecker being ground into the hotel sheets. But he thinks he could cum from that voice alone.
Now he curls his hands into Angel’s ass, pulling the vampire up against his lips, back and forth as he sucks and then lets the cock slip almost all the way out of his mouth. Hearing something that sounds treacherously close to a whine, he smiles around the cock tip and pulls hard on the down stroke, taking it all the way back in.
Angel isn’t being allowed to move but his hands are free and he winds them back in the strands of that long, thick hair. Gradually and then with increasing speed, he moves Lindsey into the rhythm he likes and the southerner allows it. He begins to hum and moan around the slick penis, seeing what effect it had on Angel earlier and he is not disappointed when he hears the demon whimper. He cups the testicles and rolls them around in his fingers, enjoying the heavy feel of the meaty nuts in his hands.
The effect is immediate and startling. Angel’s thighs arch off the bed and hover in the air as his cock spasms and shoots down the mortal’s throat. A stream of words in Gaelic fly out of the vampire’s mouth in a basso growl. The demon falls back on to the bed, panting, and Lindsey experiences a rush of satisfaction that he can make the bloodsucker breathe.
Angel tastes so good, the cum cool like the rest of him, flowing down his throat like a thick, creamy frothy drink. Angel shake—the phrase pops into his head without warning and Lindsey is tempted to laugh. However, he doesn’t think the vampire would appreciate it, given what they’re doing and turns his attention back to the cock still lodged down his throat.
He continues to pull on the shaft in his mouth, chasing every spare bit of cum. Some has escaped in spite of his efforts and dripped on to Angel’s thighs, droplets staining the black pubes like pearls in a black jewel box. Lindsey tangles his fingers in those short, curly strands and tugs on them. He blows on the cock and hears Angel’s growl.
“You like that, Angel?” he murmurs with a wicked grin. “How about this?” He flicks the underside with a swift lick of his tongue and is shocked to feel it move. When he brushes it with his fingers, the cool penis stirs like a lazy serpent and comes up to plop on Angel’s belly.
“Fuck me,” Lindsey whispers. He remembers the hint of vampire stamina he was exposed to on Angel’s last visit. But he hadn’t thought vampires recovered this quickly. He hasn’t seen down time this short even when he was a teenaged horn dog going after the ladies down South.
Angel chuckles. “As you wish.” Before the mortal can react to that the vampire is up, grasping Lindsey by his waist and flipping him over in the bed. The southerner is now face down, his ass in the air and his legs splayed apart. He struggles to his hands and knees only to gasp as Angel shoves a finger in his tight rectum.
“E-easy. Take it easy!” He yelps as the fingers become two and bites his lip against the short flare of pain even as he bucks his ass against Angel’s intruding hand.
“Sorry.” The finger is withdrawn and Lindsey nearly whimpers again at the sensation of loss. Before he can protest, it returns again. This time there is a welcome slickness accompanying it; Angel must have found a few drops of cum he’d missed for lubricant. A long, drawn-out moan bursts past his lips as the vampire’s fingers curl inside him, finding his prostate and rubbing until he thinks he’ll pass out.
Lindsey is so tight around him, that snug asshole clenching and unclenching in a vise around his fingers. “Hmm. No one else since me, huh, Lindsey?” The other man grunts, a negative sound, and Angel grins. “You’re cute when you blush.”
“I’m NOT blushing,” Lindsey growls. The fingers twist as if in reprimand and the growl turns into a whimper.
“Yes, you are. I can tell. I can feel how your blood flows,” Angel purrs. Lindsey doesn’t bother answering this except by panting and groaning when the fingers dig harder.
The digits are good but Lindsey needs more and he cranes his head back, wondering when Angel is going to end both of their misery. He knows Angel is still hard; he can feel that weighty cock smacking lightly against his rump whenever the other vampire moves. His own prick is like iron. It feels like he’s been hard forever and he’s desperate to cum.
One hand leaves its anchoring place on the bed and moves to touch his aching cock. The vampire clucks in disapproval and brushes his hand away. “Uh uh, Lindsey. Don’t touch that. It’s mine.”
“Yours?” Lindsey tries to sound indignant. But the demon in bed with him wraps his free right hand around the straining flesh between his legs and he can’t bring himself to complain. Being Angel’s—yeah, Lindsey can see that. He has no problems with it and his head drops down, his whole body shuddering as the vampire begins beating him off.
So caught up is he in this simple pleasure, he doesn’t notice the probing fingers have left their place. He starts to feel the cool tip of the cockhead against his rectum. Then the vampire shoves in with one hard push and Lindsey gasps from the force of it. “Uggggh! Angel! Shit!” That cool meat is so big; Lindsey pants hard, his guts quivering as he re-adjusts once more to that massive size.
The vampire pulls out and he immediately follows, straining to push his ass back to meet him. The cool cock slides home with a slower roll from those hips, making the mortal’s eyelids flutter. “God. Angel. Yeah. Harder. Harder.” Angel ignores the demand. As Lindsey bucks against him, he reaches forward and locks his hand around the smaller man’s throat.
Lindsey’s eyes fly open in terror. He opens his mouth to yell, to scream as his fingers reach up to claw helplessly against the punishing grip. But Angel’s clasp is too solid for him to move. His arms flail back to knock the vampire off him. But the angle is all wrong and his demon strength is useless. He wheezes, frantic to draw a breath. But there is none to be had.
Angel draws ever so slowly out of his ass. Then his grip loosens, enough for Lindsey to draw in a rasping breath. “Jesus! Fuck it, Angel! What do you thi—?” That cold cock slides back in and the grip tightens again, once more shutting off his breathing.
His body cares nothing about this. At the first squeeze, his cock has responded, expanding in Angel’s grip. It throbs in time with his racing heart, precum leaking down in a steady stream to puddle on the bed. His entire frame is shaking, caught in the anticipation of the powerful orgasm he knows will come sweeping through his body.
He understands now. Lindsey remembers his reactions from when Angel attempted to strangle him in the past and evidently the vampire is thinking of it as well. This is a new game, one Darla never knew. At least, he’s never heard her tell of this in her stories. This will be something Angelus and the vampiress never had together. The sense of satisfaction rises only to be pushed aside by the lust clawing its way through his flesh.
Lindsey’s hands gradually leave his throat to plant themselves on the bed again. He trusts Angel, doesn’t he? Trusts him enough to believe the demon knows what he’s doing and that he won’t kill Lindsey in the midst of his sexplay.
He’s on his hands and knees with that broader, cooler frame rocking over his. The cock thrusts harder, nudging him closer to completion. That cold hand clenches and unclenches around his neck as the other one jerks off his dick. The rhythm on his meat is tighter and harder than he usually likes it but it’s all too welcome given what else is happening to him.
Black shadows are creeping in around the edges of his vision. It’s getting harder to see, to think, but the encroaching darkness makes it easier to concentrate on the clutching inside his own body, the dick driving itself harder and faster in his ass until he can barely hold his position any longer. His arms are quivering; his heart is banging frantically until he thinks it’ll explode out of his chest. The hand around his neck relaxes again and he draws in one whooping breath before it closes on him once more.
Gradually he becomes aware of Angel’s voice. It has always been the sexiest part of the vampire, the thing that most haunted his dreams when he moved back to Oklahoma. Thoughts of his skin, his tongue, his knowing hands moving across Lindsey’s body had been mere fantasies with nothing but longing and Darla’s mocking stories to back them. But the voice was real and Lindsey would hear it in his dreams night after night. Angel has guessed this, too.
“God, Lindsey. This is sooooo good. You, so tight around me. You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Well, it’s no dream. And it’ll last as long as you want it, as long as you can take it.” His asshole ripples, clamps down hard, and the vampire emits a rumbling growl against the nape of his neck.
He didn’t think it was possible. But he’s even more enthralled, harder than ever, simply from hearing Angel’s voice. He bends back, frantic for more sensation, more touch, more Angel. “Fuck me, Angel. Yes. More.” He can’t have spoken; that grip is unyielding, leaving no room for speech. But it’s as if the vampire hears him.
“Yesssss. Feel it, Linds. Feel me where you wanted me, where you dreamed about me. I’m so thick and hard. It feels like it’s coming out of your throat, doesn’t it?” A thin sheen of sweat, born from heat and exertion, has formed over the man’s skin and Angel licks up the back and neck as he moves, relishing that salty tingle. He removes his hand from the aching prick and Lindsey hears him emit a short purring “mmmm” of delight. “You taste so good, Lindsey.”
Angel pumps harder and faster, his body slipping over the trembling frame beneath him. His balls beat in a steady, accelerating rhythm against that juicy ass as one tepid hand wanders over the heaving stomach to tweak and pull at the nipples. One hard sustained pinch causes the hot passage to spasm around him, rousing him to a sharp grunt. He loosens his hand once more to hear Lindsey pull in a whimpering lungful of air before he shuts off his breathing again.
The blackness is turning to crimson. Now the blood is burning behind his eyelids, strange swirls of color appearing and disappearing too fast for him to catch. Another extended breath is drawn in when the demon eases up once more and Lindsey moans.
The cool tongue traces a path up and down his neck. Lindsey shivers when teeth nip lightly at one earlobe. “I’ve wanted this, too. Wanted you. Whatever you’ve thought, I haven’t forgotten you.” The words are sighed by his ear in a kind of caress and there’s that burning sting behind his eyes again. Lindsey tells himself it’s the blood beating there but he knows better.
There’s a tight grip on his hips as the demon holds him close, keeping him from sliding away across the bed. This means Angel’s right hand isn’t beating him off any more. But he doesn’t need to. Lindsey’s meat is pulsing in time with his struggling heart. He will cum soon whether his cock is touched or not. Lindsey’s crisis is swiftly approaching and he bucks hard as the other’s shaft prods him again.
The heartbeat is thundering violently and the vampire luxuriates in the pounding against his unmoving chest. Such a sound would normally signal Angelus to lunge in and drain his human prey before the victim collapsed of a heart attack. But this perilous strangulation is what Lindsey wants. Taking his blood now would spoil the game.
At some point during the proceedings, Angel has sat up taking Lindsey’s body with him. The man is now effectively sitting on his lap and he bounces with each harsh stroke from the demon. But, thanks to the murderous grip on his neck, his erection has not faded and Lindsey’s hands inch towards it again.
A tense whisper stops him. “No, Lindsey. What did I say?” His throat is squeezed tighter, this time in stern warning. The vampire is caught up in the onslaught of sensation coming from the young man. But he’s not so far gone that he can’t tell what Lindsey is doing. He wraps his hand around Lindsey’s meat again, preventing the mortal from touching himself. Lindsey would protest but he can’t even breathe.
The mortal twists his head around, his arm winding around Angel’s neck. The vampire responds to the mute instruction and two pairs of lips meet. It is difficult to kiss well with that unbreakable grip on his throat but Lindsey does the best that he can. Fangs and dull human teeth nip at pliant flesh. The cold lips leave his and brush their way down to the waiting scar. Angel licks it once and sucks it hard into his mouth at the same moment as he loosens his punishing grasp on the mortal’s neck.
There is a sharp ‘click!’ in Lindsey’s throat. The orgasm that follows is blinding, the crimson and noir in his vision washed away in one fierce flare of white. The orgasm is a hard one, the release so fierce it almost hurts. His body flops violently in Angel’s embrace as his cock spasms and the demon growls into his throat.
Goddamn! Every time Lindsey cums, that sweet hole clamps around Angel’s meat like another fist. The thought that he and Lindsey have each other trapped in their grips is an amusing one and it lends spice. The shuddering body clenches around him again and this time the demon gives up his load. Keen vampire ears can hear the individual splashes of semen from both him and the mortal collapsing in his arms and it’s exciting enough to bring forth another orgasm from the vampire.
The smell of fresh human cum is nearly enough to undo Angel’s resolve not to bite Lindsey but he’s not certain it’d be such a good idea given the southerner’s faintness. Already the mortal is slumping forward, exhaustion and satiation pulling that warm body away from his.
But Angel is feeling greedy tonight and he’s not willing to let his partner go so quickly. He’s determined to have as many sessions with Lindsey as he thinks mortal flesh can stand. The vampire carefully pulls up one lean leg, ignoring Lindsey’s questioning gaze as he moves the sluggish body around in bed. Soon, he has maneuvered the mortal so that Angel is sitting with his back against the headboard while Lindsey is propped against his bent legs.
Because of his precise movements, Angel is still snugly encased in Lindsey’s ass. He pumps gently into the opening again as he begins kissing that yielding throat. But to Lindsey the gentle kisses are painful on his bruised skin; it’s as if a pin is pricking his eyeball. So he arches away his neck, pained whimpers the only response he can make to the demon’s attentions. Responsive as always to his bed partner’s unspoken desires, Angel leaves the aching throat and pursues his interests elsewhere.
With Lindsey on his lap, he can’t kiss down as far as he’d like. Pity. But he can touch, stroke and tongue every inch of skin within reach. So Angel sweeps his lukewarm fingers around the twitching shoulderblades, the firm expanse of the ribs bellowing gently in and out, that sensitive hollow in the small of the back. Lindsey bucks forward, giving a rasping cry as the tingling sensation from his lower back takes him by surprise.
Now the demon’s fingers are flying over his skin, stroking and caressing with unerring accuracy the pleasure points Angel has learned to recognize in Lindsey’s body. Soon the slightly built man is shaking again, hoarse moans pushing their way out of his sore throat as he’s forced to Angel’s increasing rhythm.
“An…gel. Pleeeease. I can’t…” There is another firm push from the wide cock stretching him and his tired head drops on to the wide shoulder.
“Yes, you can. You can, sweet Lindsey.” That purring, whisky-soaked voice is speaking softly in his ear and what can he do but obey? Shaky arms clasp around the cool flesh of Angel’s shoulders, holding the vampire closer. The head dips towards Lindsey’s neck and he feels the icy tongue trace the scar again.
“Go…ahead. Do…it.” Sweaty fingers are wound in the spiky strands as Lindsey hoarsely commands Angel. The bite is the one thing missing from this experience and Lindsey wants it. He wants to experience that rush, that acute pain/pleasure those ivory fangs once brought him. He’s not sure he will stay conscious during it right now, given his weakness and fatigue. But that doesn’t matter. He arches his neck back, mutely giving the vampire permission to take what he needs.
Angel licks harder. The pulse is jumping madly beneath his tongue and his jaws ache as he resists the urge to bite, to gulp down that nectar beckoning to him just under the thin surface of Lindsey’s skin. He clutches the man tighter against him as he thrusts harder. The mortal arches against him, whimpering and pleading in short, gasping phrases.
Is Lindsey strong enough for this? He’d claimed to have a vision earlier, one that left him bleeding. Angel has seen the careworn strain in his face ever since they met each other again. The visions have taken their toll; Lindsey looks as if he’s aged ten years since they met during his “Doyle” masquerade. The demon strength is still there; he saw that when Lindsey fought beside him. But strength is not the same as stamina and the vampire isn’t certain Lindsey’s heart would withstand the strain.
The vampire’s movements slow as he thinks of that, of mortal and immortal power. Lindsey has survived the agony of the visions for months now in spite of their increasing intensity. He is tough but that won’t last forever. But perhaps he possesses just enough strength for what Angel has in mind…
Offering up a silent prayer, Angel licks the scar once more and bites down. The fangs slide effortlessly into the skin and the waiting blood flows into his mouth.
“ANNNNNGGGGELLLL!” There it is, the bliss, the sheer fucking rapture that he’d missed. “Fuck, harder, don’t stop! Fuck me!” Lindsey’s eyes roll back into his head as the vampire nuzzles his way deeper into the skin. The fatigue disappears as the delight whips itself through his taut frame.
Angel has almost forgotten what it was like to take blood from a warm, human, breathing source. To feast on human nectar in the midst of sex is even better. The anus ripples continuously around his prick, the spasms seemingly as unending as the red juice pouring over his tongue. Lindsey’s body is thrashing beneath him, hot cum leaking out to plaster the heaving chest and ridged stomach. Lindsey is so willing, the blood completely untainted with fear. It is tempting to drain the mortal dry but he is determined to stop in time.
Lindsey bends against Angel, molding his chest against the vampire’s. Without realizing it, he’s fallen back on to the bed, the demon’s burly form covering him completely. The cool body curls into his as Angel hooks one elbow around his leg, pulling the mortal frame tighter against his own. The meaty shaft is forcing its way deeper into him, rubbing on his prostate every time until Lindsey thinks he’s going to go insane.
A hoarse, cracked moan forces its way through dry lips. Cum pulses from his aching cock although Lindsey had thought he couldn’t hold much more fluid in his body. He never wants this ecstasy to end. Even if it is impossible, he wants this to last forever. His hot breath brushes Angel’s ear as he whispers feverishly. “Angel, don’t stop. God, you can’t…” There is a gurgling pull in response and he groans, biting his lip. “I love you. Pllleeeeease….”
Love? He hasn’t heard that before, not from Lindsey, and Angel nearly falters. But it is love that spurs him—that and the familiar guilt. He only prays Lindsey will understand.
Lindsey experiences a faint puzzlement. Why is the room getting darker? Why is the ecstasy fading away? He wants to talk to Angel, to question him about this. But it is too much effort. It is easier simply to surrender. His eyes flutter shut and his arms fall away limply from the demon holding him.
Angel hears how thready the heartbeat has become, senses the waning life he’s pushed to the limits. He only hopes he’s gotten the timing right. Angelus knew well how to keep his human victims alive to play with. But it’s been a long while since he’s done this.
The vampire pulls back hard, his body trembling like a junkie’s. If he were a fledgling, it would be impossible for him to stop now. As it is, he’s almost taken this too far. He removes himself from the pulsing vein, although it takes all his willpower to do so, and licks it shut. Then he presses his lips against the warm slack ones. At first there is no response. Then the slender man under him rouses himself just enough to return the kiss.
He pulls out of Lindsey’s spent body hurriedly and dives for his cell phone. Time is of the essence now if the mortal is to survive. “Hello? There’s a man here. Someone broke into his hotel room. He’s lost a lot of blood. No, I don’t know if he’s been robbed. I came here to see him and found him like this. Please hurry.” Angel licks his teeth thoughtfully. “Oh, and his type is O neg. Uh, I’m a friend of his, that’s how.”
He wipes the body clean of the incriminating fluids and dresses Lindsey in his long-sleeved shirt and pants. No need for the ambulance to find him naked. For warmth, Angel wraps his leather coat around him tenderly. Angel would have liked to call the demon healers at Wolfram & Hart. But they are too far away and an ambulance with its wailing siren will forge a clear path for itself quicker than he can in the company car.
He follows along behind the paramedics, fending off their probing questions. Of course, they wonder about the bruises on Lindsey’s neck, the traces of semen around his mouth that Angel missed in his hurry to make the man presentable. However, he sticks to his story and then they leave him alone. If they suspect that this is a sex game gone wrong, well, they’re not too far off the mark. But he’s not going to enlighten them. It’s nothing they can report to the cops and all that matters is that Lindsey survives.
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Angel sits down on a hard hospital chair and settles himself in for the business of waiting. Lindsey’s blood is racing through his veins. The well-known high and erotic excitement from taking blood fresh from a hot, human vein makes it almost impossible for him to stay still in one spot. But he resists the urge to get up and pace. He leans his head against the wall behind him and concentrates on the faint murmur of the Oklahoman’s heartbeat that he can single out from everyone else’s.

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