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Angel and Lindsey wipe the dust from their hands and swiftly jog down the hallway. They are out the door and down the front stoop before the two unsuspecting teenagers open their door. The two piles of dust might raise questions but it’s highly unlikely Gina and Tru will guess the truth.
“Well, that was a short night’s work,” Lindsey notes.
“Yeah. Just the way I like it.”
“You don’t like fighting?” Lindsey asks, peering at him sideways.
Angel shrugs. “Sometimes it’s fun. Kinda gets my blood running,” he adds, a little smile tugging at his mouth. “But there are nights I’d prefer to spend time indoors, reading or just relaxing.”
“Only reading?” Lindsey drawls.
It’s Angel’s turn to give him a sideways glance. Heat simmers in the chocolate gaze as he shifts closer. “Maybe listening to music…” he teases.
“What about what you were telling me in that video store?” Lindsey asks.
The vampire’s expression turns bland as he pretends to misunderstand. “About my preference for dim lighting?”
“Or the things you could do when the lights are out.”
“I like seeing you in the light, Lindsey. I like seeing your face turn red and your mouth fall open. I like hearing you scream and feeling you hold me close, your arms around my back and thighs wrapped around me while I’m plowing your sweet little hole.” Angel’s voice is much lower now, a steady murmuring that threads its way through Lindsey and it produces a familiar reaction. Suddenly, walking gets a tad more difficult.
Lindsey’s throat closes in until he finds himself panting a little. Get a grip, Lindsey! “Angel, I thought…I mean, I really wanted to stay in and watch a movie.”
“Then why mention what I was talking about in the video store? Do you actually want to watch some pathetic Dracula remake when you’ve got the real thing at home?”
Ah, yes, the Dracula DVD, the start of all this. It’s still in the car where he tossed it after leaving the store. Lindsey isn’t particularly interested in watching it; Angel’s belief that real vampires make cinematic ones pointless makes sense.
But the vampire’s dismissal nettles him and he determines to renew his earlier plans. Besides, he likes challenging and standing up to Angel—at least out of bed. Angel can’t be allowed to get his way all the time, now can he?
“Sure. I rented it. I should at least get to see it. Maybe we can see what got that Gina girl so excited.”
“Why? Are you bored with me already? Or looking for new ideas?”
He can hear the teasing note in the vampire’s voice. The vampire isn’t worried. But he detects a faint curiosity.
“Indulge me, Angel. I’ll make it worth your while.”
A cool hand snakes its way down his back to brush against his buttocks before slowly withdrawing. “You’re going to do that anyway, Linds.”
The night air is warm but Lindsey shivers nonetheless.
__________

When Lindsey pulls the thin upper blanket off the bed, he immediately notices something different. “Angel, why are there satin sheets on the bed?”
The taller brunette stands there, a bowl of popcorn in one hand. There’s an innocent look, a soft smile as if he doesn’t know what Lindsey means. “What? It’s my bed. I can put what I like on it.”
“I want to watch a video.”
“We’re going to. I just want to be comfortable. Get in bed, Lindsey.”
Lindsey huffs. He just knows Angel is up to something; they’ll be lucky if the vampire keeps his hands off him during the opening credits.
Angel raises an eyebrow. “Well? Are we going to watch this thing or just stare at each other all night?”
“Fine. But I want to watch this, Angel,” he warns as he gets into bed.
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“Whatever you say.” Angel passes the buttered popcorn to Lindsey. “Move over, Lindsey.”
Lindsey obliges, feeling the bed dip as Angel crawls in beside him. Angel has stripped down to jeans and a wife beater. Lindsey is similarly dressed, sporting a t-shirt and ripped jeans. He is determined to keep it this way, at least for the duration of this video.
Angel’s bare foot brushes his thigh as he slides into bed beside the mortal. Lindsey thinks it’s accidental but he shifts away from the dark-haired demon just to be sure.
Angel flicks off the light from the nightstand, darkening the room, the only illumination coming from the plasma screen as the movie starts. Ominous music drifts from the screen. “Oooh, scary,” Angel mocks.
“Quiet, will you? At least wait until the acting starts before making comments.” Lindsey can’t really point fingers. He recalls ruining one date by chattering on and on while Interview with the Vampire was playing. But Angel doesn’t know that and Lindsey’s determined to keep some secrets.
Angel snorts but stays quiet. Suddenly he starts laughing softly.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“This. You and me in bed watching television. This is such a homey little scene.”
“Yeah,” Lindsey says softly. In spite of his earlier resolve to keep his distance, he moves close to Angel, rests his head against that firm, unmoving chest. “I like this.”
“Just like Ozzie and Harriet.”
“If you’re going to make popular references, could you stick to something from this century? How about Bella and Edward?”
Angel peers down at him. “You’re kidding, right?”
Lindsey smirks at him. “Why not? He’s moody, brooding and obsessive. Just like you,” he drawls.
Angel’s face twists in mock disgust. “Lindsey, I do not sparkle.”
“Just shut up and watch the movie.”
There is a long silence while the opening scenes appear. An old man—a random victim or Van Helsing?—is surprised in bed by a set of flashing fangs. Then…
“I like this too, Lindsey.”
It is so quietly spoken he almost misses it. Lindsey smiles and nestles closer.
__________

Angel tsks at the screen. “What’s with the green lighting? Is that supposed to be vampire vision or drumming up the spookiness or what?”
“It’s the BBC. Maybe they didn’t have a bigger budget for really good effects. See, while the other shots are clearly on location, this one is just a series of studio sets. That’s why we don’t see much of an outside view of Dracula’s castle.”
“You know a lot about this, don’t you, Lindsey?”
“You forget. This is L.A. We’ve had to deal with a few actors, producers and directors who got into jams.”
Suddenly he remembers Russell Winters, the vampire that Angel sent flying through a Wolfram & Hart window. Lindsey wonders if his lover is thinking of that, too. But the vampire lets the comment pass.
__________

They’re more than halfway through the tape when it happens—Dracula’s scene with Lucy. It’s just as erotic as Tru promised. The soft sighs, the actress touching herself, the hand slowly appearing out of the blanket…it’s so much like one of Lindsey’s dreams, it’s almost scary.
“You like this part, don’t you, Lindsey?”
Angel has been eerily quiet and unmoving for several minutes; he’s managed to keep Lindsey from thinking about him for nearly as long. Lindsey doesn’t answer. His eyes are riveted to the screen but as usual he’s listening intently to Angel’s voice.
A broad hand sweeps down Lindsey’s chest, causing him to shiver. “She’s hot, all right. Small, blonde. This is pretty good even if she doesn’t take off her clothes.”
Angel deftly plucks the bowl of popcorn out of Lindsey’s slackening grip and rests it on the nightstand table. His fingers squeeze Lindsey’s nipple. Lindsey can feel his heart starting to hammer under his lover’s touch.
The music has turned darker, more threatening, as Dracula’s hand moves across Lucy’s breast, her throat, her mouth. “Did you have dreams like this, Lindsey? Dreams about me?”
The voice is calm, whisper quiet, but throaty. Lindsey’s legs spread, inviting touch, but Angel fails to take the bait. His hand pushes up Lindsey’s tee shirt to stroke the bare flesh. He plucks at the nipple. His nails brush against the puncture marks and Lindsey groans softly.
“Was it like this? Did you imagine me slipping into your bed, touching you? Answer me, Lindsey,” he commands in a low voice.
Lindsey is undulating in the bed, arching into the hand manipulating his tit. Soft pants are erupting from him, punctuating those of the actress on screen. “Y-yes.”
“Drawing me to you with your naked body, your whimpers, your eager little cock begging to be sucked down my throat.”
“Yesss.”
“You saw yourself pinned down under me, writhing, while I milked you dry until there wasn’t a drop left in you.”
Is he talking about cocksucking or feeding? Who cares? Lindsey is squirming in bed now, nearing the point of release, pushed there by nothing more than Angel’s voice and these scant touches on his body. “Yes! Goddamn!”
“Fucking you slowly, biting you, then doing it all over again until you passed out.”
Only the tip of one finger circles his aureole now. It digs hard against the sealed wounds and Lindsey’s head snaps back, a moan tearing from his throat. When Lindsey clasps Angel’s hand, pressing it to his flesh, there is a harsh growl. He freezes, wondering if the vampire disapproves of him taking the initiative.
But Angel is frowning at the tv screen not him. “Too short. Hard to get off on a scene that lasts only two minutes.”
“Dammit, Angel. I don’t care!”
“But it was just getting really interesting,” Angel says reprovingly. “And then it’s over, just like that.”
Shit, he’s tormenting Lindsey again. Maybe it’s a punishment for watching this video.
Well, Lindsey MacDonald has a trick or two up his sleeve. “I know you can make it last,” Lindsey says, licking his lips. “You can take me like he takes her.”
Angel grunts.
“Did you ever do that, Angel?” he asks.
The vampire dips his head to stare at him. “What? Slip into a woman’s bed at night until she didn’t know if she was dreaming or fuck her with her husband sleeping beside her?”
“Either. Both. Tell me,” Lindsey demands.
A feral smile spreads over that handsome face. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Lindsey is confused.
“Tell me about your dreams. Was it like what you saw on the screen or was there…more?”
His dreams? He’d never told Angel any of the actual details. The vampire always seems to know exactly what’s in Lindsey’s head, giving him just what he wants or subtly pushing him into yielding more and more. Strangulation, voyeurism, self-masturbation, light bondage, nipple clamps, food play and more have all been explored. With each sexual session, Angel strips away more of his inhibitions, introducing him to erotic delights that Lindsey has never known or explored with another.
And that’s just the beginning. Lindsey is dealing with a demon of more than 200 years experience, a keen participant in the wicked games and knowledge of a polished whore. Who knows what else Angel has in store for him?
But telling his dreams…that’s just too embarrassing. Lindsey glances up at his lover. In the unlit room, the sable gaze is inscrutable.
When Lindsey doesn’t speak, Angel draws away. He leans back against the headboard, folding his arms behind his head, the very picture of indifference. If it weren’t for the erection tenting his pants, Lindsey would think he’s completely lost interest.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, I understand. We could just go back to watching the movie.” Angel picks up the remote, idly fingering the buttons.
The video is the last thing on his mind now and Angel knows it. It looks like he’s going to have to confess. He pulls the remote out of Angel’s hand and runs the disk back to Lucy’s stroking herself beside her oblivious husband. “I’m lying in bed.”
Angel shifts beside him. When Lindsey hesitates, his eyes narrow. “And?”
Lindsey swallows. He wants to look away but that gaze doesn’t shift, holding him with unnerving intensity. “And you’re there in the dark. I can’t see you but I can sense that you’re there.”
The vampire still doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. Lindsey dares more, spurred on by his lover’s unspoken demand. “You move close to the bed, slide under the covers. I can feel you moving up my legs, my thighs.”
Angel rolls over slowly until he’s poised between Lindsey’s legs. He parts the zipper so Lindsey’s cock springs free. He leans down and slowly licks his lip. Lindsey swallows again, his mouth suddenly dry.
“You’re getting closer to my dick. Then you lick it…”
The vampire’s mouth nears. Even without breath, without looking, Lindsey knows it’s there. He squirms only to be held down by strong hands clamping on his thighs.
Then there is a coolness running over his cock. A tongue is licking up and down his length, the tip swirling around his cockhead. Cool fingers lift his balls and squeeze them until Lindsey moans.
“Don’t stop now.” The husky tenor voice is quiet but commanding. Unfortunately, that means Angel has stopped licking him and Lindsey swiftly resumes the thread of his story.
“Y-you start to suck me…oh, um…but I feel your hands moving over my body, scratching me and pressing on parts of me…fuck me, just…” Angel’s hands are drifting in well-known patterns over Lindsey’s thighs and torso. The fingers curl into his buttocks, lifting him with vampiric strength so that Lindsey’s weight is resting on his head and shoulders. The sudden rush of blood there leaves him dizzy, disoriented.
Angel is humming as he sucks and the stimulation is nearly too much. Lindsey’s eyes roll back and his eyelids flutter. When the vampire stops, he could nearly cry.
“Then what?” Angel prods. “Come on, Lindsey. You know how this works. Keep talking.”
“Y-your mouth is so good, pulling me hard and fast. You’re kissing me...”
Angel’s eyebrows rise. “While I’m sucking you?”
“It’s a dream, remember?” Lindsey retorts, a little breathlessly.
“Hmm. A little beyond my abilities but I’ll do my best,” Angel murmurs drily.
And he does. Suddenly he’s pressed against Lindsey’s side, kissing him, tonguing open his mouth and sucking the saliva from him. In short order, Lindsey is gasping, barely able to draw in air, as that skilled tongue flutters over the upper ridges and laps along his own. It darts in and out of Lindsey’s mouth in exactly the same rhythm as the hand suddenly working his cock. Lindsey moans, his mouth vibrating, as he bends against the cold body dominating him.
Angel pulls back just enough for Lindsey to see his expression. The lack of proper light gives the vampire a chiaroscuro effect, rendering his skin in pallid white and black tones. But smoldering lust enhances eyes gone darker, flickering gold giving them an animalistic aspect. “What else, Lindsey?” he murmurs.
Lindsey gasps, “Your hands are…all over…me…scratching…my skin, pulling at my nip—fuck, fuck, like that!”
The vampire shifts so that he’s leaning over Lindsey again. He strips off his sleeveless tee in one swift move. His pants follow shortly. He’s no less deft when it comes to stripping his partner and he’s considerably faster. Lindsey is naked almost before he realizes it. Angel rests his cock against Lindsey’s bare dick and begins undulating slowly, their flesh slipping against each other in an erotic dance.
Then his hands are everywhere. With a vampire’s speed and an intimate knowledge of what delights his partner, Angel’s hands brush his belly, his thighs, his chest, his armpits. The nails scratch lightly, then harder, leaving bloody welts that Angel laps. Fangs rake Lindsey’s skin but there is no biting, not yet. He’s not sure he wants it. It would render him incapable of speech and he’s as swept into his role as storyteller as Angel is.
“Y-you’re kissing…mmm…pushing at my ass…s-sucking…love that, yes…yes…yessss…” Angel licks up Lindsey’s leg. Molten heat trickles up Lindsey’s skin from this single touch and then that skilled mouth is once more on his cock, jerking at Lindsey with a suction that hurts so good, he’s gasping with every tug.
“You’re…sucking me…fuckfuckohgod…and somehow inside me, too.” Fingers are shoved into Lindsey’s sphincter. They are pushed in and pulled out in exquisite time with Angel’s mouth on his cock. They curl and stroke his prostate until his whole body quivers from the sensual onslaught. “You’re behind me, above, doing everything…all…around…me…your mouth, dick, hands…fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck…gooood, goddamn!”
It’s almost too much and not enough. Lindsey winds his fingers into Angel’s hair, swaying his hips to the motions of his demon lover’s mouth. Yet he doesn’t have to move, doesn’t have to do anything. He’s helplessly caught up in the web he has spun to entangle the vampire. Another fierce drag rips a cry from him and his grip on Angel tightens.
Lindsey is on the edge, teetering on the cusp of cumming. Usually, by this time, he is begging for Angel’s bite, his cock. Tonight he might not need it…
However, the vampire craves his own pleasure. He is skimming over Lindsey’s body and kissing him again. The mortal spreads his legs and the tip of the cool cock nudges at Lindsey’s entrance. When he stops kissing, the vampire asks, “What else? What next?”
“You know.” Lindsey tilts up his hips but Angel shifts back, keeping himself out of reach.
“Tell me.”
“You’re…ah…fucking me. Your dick…inside me, your mouth is on my cock, my body, at my neck. You’re everywhere.” Lindsey swallows. “Because it was always you. Right from the start,” he finishes, his voice barely above a sigh.
Holding his gaze, Angel slides into him. It is not the forceful push or violent thrusts that the vampire is capable of. This is a long, slow glide, the whole possessing poignant slowness. Like a dream.
“Uggggghhhhh…” Lindsey twines himself around Angel. The movie has been entirely forgotten as the vampire rocks over and within him. Angel tugs off the satin sheet, winding it around Lindsey’s body without impeding their movements. He rubs it over the mortal’s heated skin and the frosty slickness mimics the demon’s body temperature. It’s like Angel is surrounding him, inside and out.
“Ah, hahhhh, hahhhhh, more, please, more…” Faint mortal whimpers wind through the dusky shadows as the demon above him makes love to Lindsey. He’s being fucked with such aching care; with each push the pleasure laps in steadily building waves, each one subtly higher than the last. Lindsey’s very heartbeat seems to throb in languid pulses while Angel drinks.
The demon has bitten him. When did that happen? Angel’s fangs are sunk into his flesh, the pulls moving in measured tandem with the cock. Heat and cold chase each other through his body, his heart beginning to race from the approaching climax. “God, yes,” he sobs. “I’m going to…”
There is a whisper; in his delirium it seems almost unreal. “Don’t cum yet, baby. Hold back for me. You want this to last, remember?”
He did? He did. The fangs return. The mortal bleeds softly.
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Lindsey is spinning, his mind drifting from him. Distantly, he knows this is dangerous, more so than on other nights when Angel slips the reins of his rigid self-restraint. This time it is Lindsey who is on the brink of forgetting himself, of yielding control so completely that he might die and never know it.
The room is completely dark now; the movie silent. Has he lost consciousness? Is he awake? Dreaming? He can no longer see Angel but the vampire’s presence is undeniable: his dick, his flesh, his mouth, all evidence that this is real. The fangs tug at his neck and he cries out his thoughts in utter abandon.
“Angel, I love you.”
There is no reply, none except…
“…”
Lindsey body tightens, clamps down on Angel. Rumbling coughs punctuate his screams as he cums. His back arches, his demon lover stills. Then Angel is cumming within him…no, he’s still fucking Lindsey. Still feeding…
Skin.
So good.
Blood.
Take me.
Cock.
Yes.
Fangs.
More.
__________

Lindsey wakes in Angel’s bed. It is still dark outside but dawn is edging over the city.
His eyes narrow thoughtfully. The curtains are fully drawn; not a hint of light peeks through them. So how does he know that it’s dawn?
With every passing day, it seems he can sense the changes in night and day more and more accurately, without the need of an alarm clock. He idly wonders what that means. Is he becoming more attuned to Angel or is it something else?
Dismissing the question for the moment, he takes stock of himself. His body hums with the remnants of last night’s lovemaking but his mind is having trouble focusing on it. Was it as powerful as he remembers? Angel has always been impressive in bed but last night was incredible. It was if he had countless mouths, myriad hands and had sucked Lindsey for hours. Surely none of that could have been possible.
Lindsey notices that he is still wearing the ripped pants and t-shirt from last night. He doesn’t get dressed after sex with Angel. What would be the point? The satin sheets are also gone, the bed covered by the usual cotton that Angel prefers.
And where is the vampire, anyway? Lindsey never wakes alone after a night with Angel; the vampire is surprisingly fond of morning-after cuddling and quiet talk...and sexual romps that are often continuations of the previous night. As he's learned from experience, Angel is a thorough and insatiable lover.
He cautiously brushes at his throat. The wounds don’t feel tender, the way they often do after Angel has bitten him. The bite at his nipple is similarly untouched. When he pulls away the fabric, there is no marking of his flesh around the aureole, no bruising anywhere.
Sex with Angel often leaves him with sweet love marks that he carries around hidden beneath his clothes like a delicious secret. If they’re not here, does that mean last night was only a fantasy?
Angel comes into the bedroom holding a tray. The smell of freshly cooked eggs, sausages, bacon and toast makes Lindsey’s stomach grumble.
“Well, somebody’s hungry.” He sets the tray down over Lindsey’s thighs. “Eat up, baby.”
As Lindsey picks up his fork, he stares at his lover. Angel has on a robe that flutters open but is too securely tied to expose more than his bare chest and legs. Damn. But, other than that, the vampire appears contented yet aloof. This isn’t unusual but given what happened last night surely he should appear more…smug? Satisfied? Eager for more?
“You’re staring,” Angel points out.
“Um, it’s just…”
Angel glances at his plate. “What? Didn’t I cook the eggs enough?”
“No, everything’s fine. You’re a great cook for someone who doesn’t eat much,” Lindsey notes.
“Thank you.”
“Aren’t you…going to have anything this morning?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve had mine.” There is no shift of the vampire’s eyes to his neck. But Lindsey’s heart skips a beat nonetheless. “So what is it? What’s got you so moody this morning?”
Lindsey hesitates. “Last night…”
“What about it? Is it that movie?” Angel wrinkles his nose. “Pure garbage, just like I thought.”
“Oh, yeah, the movie. How, um, how did it end?” Lindsey asks. He’s striving for casualness but keeping a sharp eye on the vampire stretched out beside him.
“You don’t remember?”
“Not really. I must have fallen asleep.” Lindsey stares even harder. Angel’s bland expression gives away nothing.
The demon shrugs. “Mina goes off with John Seward, planning to travel the world. Then Dracula peeks out from behind a ragged beggar’s shroud. Weird, given that it’s daylight and they’d staked him so that he turned into smoke and dust in a previous scene. But that’s the movies for you.”
“Right.” Lindsey fiddles with his fork and takes another bite of egg to compose himself. Isn’t Angel going to mention the sex? Lindsey’s dream narration? His confession? He had told Angel that he loved him last night. Lindsey thinks he might have said it out loud months ago. But the vampire never talks about it.
“So what’s the problem?”
“Nothing,” Lindsey mutters. Angel isn’t going to tell him. And what is Lindsey going to ask? Did we fuck again last night? Did you bite me? Why don’t I remember?
The notes in Wolfram & Hart’s files don’t mention Angelus being able to control the human psyche. Certainly Angel can’t exert his will like that, not over Lindsey’s mind.
Can he?
It’s a terrifying thought. He’s yielded his body to Angel in ways he would have thought humiliating months ago. Lindsey has given over his soul because he loves Angel whether the demon acknowledges it or not. But this is new and treacherous territory.
Lindsey has always prided himself on his intellect. It’s one of the things that enabled him to stay on top at Wolfram & Hart while swimming with the sharks. He has a memory like a steel trap. He forgets nothing and he’s never needed to write down passwords, codes or secret information; he’s learned it’s unsafe to keep written information where snoops can find them. He’s maintained keen observation of the world around him. It’s how Lindsey managed to survive the machinations of people like Lilah Morgan.
For Angel to guess his innermost desires is one thing. But to manipulate his mind like this is too scary. Can Angel hear what he’s thinking now?
If the vampire does, he gives no sign of it. He runs one chill finger down Lindsey’s face. “Eat, Lindsey.”
He takes a gulp of orange juice. “So what’s on the schedule today?”
“I haven’t had a vision and there have been no calls from the office. Either things have been quiet or the team has been able to handle matters without us.”
Angel slowly drags away the thin coverlet over Lindsey’s legs. “If you’re feeling up to it, there’s something I’ve been dying to try.”
“Which is…”
“Well, there’s this dream I once had involving you, me and Spike.” The coverlet is down to Lindsey’s knees now.
Lindsey’s mouth goes dry. His heart begins pounding. “Spike? You want him here?”
“No. I’ll just have to do double duty.” One final tug and the blanket drifts free to land on the floor.
Lindsey lifts the tray and sets it aside. “Why wait? Who needs breakfast?”
“You do. You need to keep up your strength.”
Angel smiles at last…and winks.

TBC
Next up, an alternative ending to this chapter: Movie Night Redux
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