He entered the darkened lobby and looked at the black and stainless steel face of his Rolex.  It was four in the morning.  I'll just crash on the couch.  He won't even need to know I'm here.  Gone before he wakes.  He sighed and looked around his enemy's stronghold.  The crisp vertical lines of the Art Deco interior added to the cavernous feel of the darkened space.  How is it I feel so safe here in the home of a vampire and an enemy?  I should be terrified.  Despite Angel's help yesterday, the asshole had developed a serious mean streak lately.  Well can you blame him?  After all, haven't you been the main guy behind trying to put him over the edge?  Ah, but in a good 'I'm bad' 'you're bad' why don't we join forces sort of way.  Lindsey McDonald, you are truly a sorry creature. 

Before that oh-so-fun Special Projects meeting that would have made him head of the division, stupid fucking idiots chose me, he'd packed all his essentials into the duffel bag he originally road into town with and his much used guitar.  He had burned a half tank of gas driving his old truck around the city deciding what to do.  Should he A, set out ending up at some cheesy hotel where the firm could easily catch him or option B, which brought him here, spending the night in the safest place in town and starting fresh in the morning.  Taking refuge at the Hyperion had been his first impulse, the trip around town had really been to talk himself out of it. 

He sat his bag and guitar down quietly next to the double glass doors and started to descend the stairs to the red couch, but was brought gasping to a stop by a cold hand at his throat."Angel." 

He swallowed feeling his Adam's apple bob against the strong fingers.  Still no fear, surprise yes, even after the countless times Angel captured me this way.  But no fear for his immortal enemy.  Is our truce over now?  

"I thought you were leaving town , Lindsey?"  Angel growled around his fangs, puffing cool breath as he lowered his mouth to his captive's hot neck. 

"Ironically, I'm just looking for a safe place to spend the night.  I am leaving town."  Lindsey became fixated on his lack of fear.  Part of him was dulled, yet part of him was aware .  .  .  hyper-aware of the prick of two sharp fangs at his neck; of the cool hand that rested gently, almost caressing his hip; of each finger where they wrapped around his throat firmly not restricting, but vice like none the less.  He was held so gently he felt he could easily step away from this strange embrace, but he didn't.  Why did he feel no fear at the fangs or the dark bulk of Angel standing at his unprotected back?  

He had felt no fear when Darla sank her teeth into him.  He had relished her embrace, the way she had melded her body to his, her eyes alight with feral glee, her face covered in blood.  Her hold on him had been similar to this, but much less gentle.  He had looked into her golden eyes as he pressed his head into her hand and offered his throat.  Part of him had loved the way she bit in and sucked with such desire.  Part of him hoped he wouldn't wake up.  Hoped she would take him away from the effort it was to live.  The ever increasing effort to live knowing the things he'd knew, having seen the things he'd seen.  Irrationally, he stepped back into Angel's arms, pressing himself onto the fangs at his neck.  Hoping to lose himself in the dark. 

Angel stepped back. "What-"

"Don't.  Don't say anything just do it."  Don't make me beg.  Don't make me explain.  I can't.  Make me feel.  You're fucking pitiful. 

"I could kill you."  Angel's growl vibrated against his skin. 

Oh God, I can only hope.  Lindsey pushed up against lips this time.  A shudder passed through at their soft coolness.  Gentle arms snaked around pulling him tightly back against the cool broad chest. A moan.  Was that me?  A cool tongue ran along his hot throat.  Don't tease me, Angel. 

"Why aren't you afraid, Lindsey?  I could kill you.  What is your death against the thousands of innocents I've already taken?  Umm?"  Angel growled again into his throat, pressing his lips against the pulse there. 

"Aren't you supposed to the brave protector of the innocent?  Savior of the hopeless?  Am I not just another ?"  Lindsey panted as litle tingles of electricity radiated from the pressure at his neck.  He couldn't even now resist the game of taunt-the-vampire. "Aren't you Angel, not Angelus?"  

"It's a convenient thought, isn't it?  Make's me two completely different individuals.  So much easier to think of me that way, so definable - Angel good, Angelus bad.  Nice tidy little categories."  Angel grabbed his captive's shoulders spinning him and shoving back against the wall, holding him there with the long length of his body.  The vampire's dark brown eyes flickered gold as he seemed to look into the man's soul. "Let me tell you a little secret.  I'm still him, always have been."  The vampire rubbed his body against the smaller man's, leaning in the sniff a long the lawyer's throat. "I'm a demon, Lindsey, never forget it.  I've extended my epiphany to you as far as I can.  Don't taunt the vampire, Lindsey, I'm tired of being fucked with." 

Lindsey felt something.  Was that fear?   Why did the fangs and the demon not scare him, yet intimate male contact did?  He savoured the feeling as it trickled in to the void within him, activating the nervous system he thought he'd lost.  His selective hyper-awareness could feel every inch of Angel's hard length against him. 

"What are you thinking in there, Lindsey?  Are you realizing what a mistake this is?  Are you?"  A cold wet tongue ran along his jaw, and the insane part of him pressed against it. "Mmm.  You do taste good, Lindsey, not butter fat but bourbon." 

Lindsey clenched his eyes shut against the sensation of the tongue and lips caused in him.  He had to be insane to find a demon so close and teasing his vulnerability stimulating.  Arousing. "Don't tease me Angel just get it over with.  Take me out of the game." 

"You don't want to die, Lindsey.  You didn't come here for that.  If you wanted death you would have stayed home and let Wolfram and Hart come for you.  Or killed yourself, you have spine enough for that.  No.  You actually do want to be saved, don't you?  But why throw yourself to the wolf?  Huh, why me?  Or maybe it's really punishment you want?"  Lindsey drew breath as a large hand reached around and fondled his ass. "How would you like your punishment Lindsey?  A whipping?  I haven't given one in a while, but I'm sure it will all come back to me quickly."  The hand squeezed again." Or maybe you'd prefer a good switch or a yardstick like your daddy would have done."  A hard erection rubbed against him. "I can taste your despair, Lindsey.  It's quite a turn on for a vampire.  I might not be able the stop at a good beating with that blushing ass across my knee.  That sweet possibly virgin ass right there under my hand.  You know Darla's renewed my interest in the pleasures of the flesh.  I'm sure to find a lot of pleasure with you grunting and groaning beneath me.  You might even grow to like it, if you don't already."  Lindsey groaned as tongue licked him again. "I'll get you all primed for when you make that next step over the line and the courts put you in a nice cell with a real friendly big guy named Sid.  What do you say?"  

"You fuckin' disgusting, you know that." Was his captive's autonomic reply. The cool tongue ran along his neck again. Lindsey just moaned under the strain of this first flush of fear and how much it turned him on.  He wanted more.  He wanted terror.  He wanted cold sweat.  He tilted his neck exposing it more.  "Do it," he challenged.

The vampire snarled inhumanly and bit deeply into his throat.  It feels so good.  Just like Darla.  He leaned into Angel's tight embrace, just as the fangs pulled out and the vampire gasped for unneeded breath. "Don't stop."  An edge of desperation had crept into Lindsey's voice. 

Golden eyes looked at him as a pale demon tongue licked blood, my blood, from pale demon lips, before descending to press against human ones.  Lindsey felt his skin tingle and flush.  Was that fear?  I'm kissing a demon.  I'm kissing a male demon.  My God, Lindsey, you stupid fuck, you're kissing Angel.  He kissed dark death back while his mind continued to babble.  He's a good kisser.  Who'd have thought?  I could get a neck cramp kissing someone so much taller.  You're an idiot. 

Angel pulled away, a look of surprise rippled through his demonic features. "Lindsey, you always full of surprises.  I didn't think from the way you were always looking at Lilah's ass that your bread was buttered on that side." 

"It's not.  I'm pleading insanity.  What's your excuse?"  

"I'm a vampire, Lindsey.  Why do I need to remind you?  Hot human is good no matter what the flavour."  The wet cool tongue ran along the hot wound sending waves of pleasure through the man. "And you taste so good.  Even better than Kate." 

Lindsey tried to concentrate over the lapping tongue.  Too good, it's not right.  He bit the policewoman?  "Do vampires always get turned on before they kill someone?  Or is it just you who's so kinky?"  

"I'm old enough that I can actually differentiate sex from feeding.  It was always better when they were combined.  The hunt, the smell, the blood, intoxicating and arousing." 

"Oh."  Lindsey looked up into brown eyes and saw a sparkle that was never there before.  He shook his head not able to continue the weirdness with Angel's human face looking down at him so close. "Let's skip the foreplay and get down the business."  Lindsey exposed his neck again, trying to pull the vampire closer. 

"Still not scared are you, Lindsey?  Yes, let's cut the foreplay, shall we?"  The lawyer grunted with surprise as he was easily tossed over the vampire shoulder and carried ass first into the west wing. "This is fun.  Thousand points to the first person who can make the lawyer stink with fear." 

Lindsey didn't struggle as he was carried into a room painted eggplant purple, but a delicate thrill slipped down his spine as he was thrown upon the black coverlet.  A small edge of worry past through him when Angel tossed a cork lined stainless steel ruler beside him.  The vampire had gained a real sinister edge as he moved about the room wearing only black twill pants, his white chest and feet nearly glowing in the soft light of the bedside lamp. 

Lindsey looked over at the novel that sat below the lamp, P. D.  James.  He reads mysteries?   He stifled a giggle.  He felt like he truly was on the verge of insanity.  He was waiting patiently, sitting with his evil hand, while a very large vampire found various implements of torture that could shortly lead to possible buggering and his death.  The giggle escaped, sounding demented and sobbing.  Oh God, Angel, I've got an evil hand.  I set Darla loose.  Help me.  He watched as Angel strolled from the room.  Oh God.  Don't leave! Don't leave me like this.  He couldn't stop laughing. 

His would-be-torturer gave him a dark look as he came back through the doorway with a sobering set of iron manacles on a thick linked chain.  Lindsey's laugh hitched to a stop as his eyes locked on the restraints; they were massive, so massive he doubted he'd be able to even lift them and the chains.  There's that sensation again.  Fear?   He hiccuped as he realized he was about to be chained with manacles that he might not be able to lift, to a demon's bed, were he could be buggered and tortured at random.  Buggered.  The term kept popping into his mind.  Buggered, buggered, buggered.  Every time he thought the word, that sensation, that might possibly be fear, turned up a notch.  It was wonderful.  I must be delirious. 

He looked up to see that Angel was watching him. "I don't think we will need these, do you?"  The restraints clattered to the floor making Lindsey start and forget the vampire until he was pressing him flat to the bed. "Where would you like me to start?  Shall we start with a good tanning of your ass?  If that doesn't work we'll move on to other things?"  The man shuddered as the large hand caressed his groin.  The smirk on Angel's face was far more evil than the look of savage rage that had cost Lindsey his original right hand.  Was this a glimpse of Angelus?  Was he looking into the true face of the Scourge of Europe?   His skin flushed.  He saw the vampire's nose flare and the smirk deepened. "That worries you, doesn't it?  You could take the pain and humiliation of being bent over my lap, but the thought of being buggered just sends chills through you doesn't it.  Well," Angel slapped the man's thigh almost good-naturedly. "Despite your wanting to dispense with the foreplay, I think I really want to savour this unique opportunity with such a willing playmate.  Now I'm going to teach you how to play with others.  A new game.  Where should we start?"  

Lindsey watched as Angel's handsome face morphed.  It was actually a relief for a second.  Then two large hands grabbed his shirt tugging roughly over his head.  The lawyer's hands came to the defense of his pants but they were slapped away. "I can get the manacles.  Remember you're the one who asked for this." 

A full shiver passed through Lindsey.  It was delicious.  He was naked on the bed in front of another larger male.  Not in a locker room or even a sauna, but a bedroom.  He felt his skin flush again, not with cold sweat but with embarrassment. 

Angel's smirk was not as evil looking on his real face as he ran his hand down Lindsey's bare chest to his thighs just brushing the dark golden curls at his groin." Don't worry Linds, you're far from the first human or vampire male to lay naked and willing in my bed."  Angel patted his lap. "Come here." 

"You're fucking nuts if you think I'm willing going to lay across your lap." 

"Ah.  The blame for this must be on me, I see.  The big nasty vampire made me drive to his place and walk uninvited into his home interrupting his much needed sleep and forced his fangs into my neck and then spanked me and then buggered me until I cried for more." 

"An ego is an ugly thing on you, Angel." 

Angel smiled as he grabbed Lindsey's ankles from where he had shrunk back against the headboard.  Twisting him to his stomach before pulling him across his knee.  The man gave a shuddering sob as the large cool hand stoked the bare hemispheres of his ass. "Let's see what do you need to be punished for?  Let's start at the beginning." 

Slap! Lindsey grunted under impact of the hand as Angel listed his sins. "You went to law school." 

Slap! "You came to LA." 

Slap! "You started at Wolfram and Hart."  Slap!

It did hurt his dignity, what was left of it, more than his flesh because he knew Angel was not using anywhere near his real strength.  And I need the pain.  It was just like after the lawyer had ran him over in his rage over Darla, Angel had hit him soundly, firmly and as gently as one of his strength could and still make a point.  You're the good guy, Angel.  You were supposed to stop me.  I'm the bad guy.  You're not supposed to let me get away.  Maybe this was why he hadn't feared the vampire in so long, because Angel had always tried not to hurt him, beyond his unwillingness to not hurt humans.  He certainly had never been so gentle with his associates or the guards.  He found he had ceased to hear his sins, just concentrating on the sharp slaps and his own mental ramblings.  He tried to focus to hear what was held against him.  He needed to hear Angel voice his wrongs, to know that the vampire understood the weight Lindsey was drowning under.  But his willful cock kept getting harder with each touch of Angel's hand, distracting him further. 

His mental digression was brought up short by a gentle caress of his stinging skin. "You're not listening are you, Lindsey."  Angel chuckled. "I'm just starting to get to the important parts.  At least, the ones most important to this hand."  With that the hand went on to caress with light strokes the backs of his thighs. 

"You were going to defend a vampire who nearly killed Cordelia."  Slap!! The force of the slap caused him to jolt rubbing his erection against Angel's clad thigh. 

"You called Vocah and nearly killed Cordelia and Wesley."  Slap! Rub.  Lindsey grunted under the pain and near pleasure. 

"You brought Darla back."  Slap! Rub.  Sob. 

"You brought Dru to town to turn Darla.  Taking away her chance at redemption."  Slap! Rub.  Groan. 

"You made me hunt them down."  Slap! Slap! Slap! Rub.  Sob.  Hiccup! Sob. 

The hand ran gently over his burning skin.  Again pain and pleasure registered through his heart wrenching sobs. "Don't stop."  Lindsey gasped through the tears." It's not enough.  I need .  .  .  I'm sorry .  .  .  I can still see them .  .  .  they're horrible." 

"Why are you here?  Why you're here laying so submissively in my lap.  If all you wanted was to be spanked and drunk dry, you could have hung out in the alley behind Caritas and found some one to oblige.  What do you need, Lindsey?  What are you sorry for?  Who is it you see?"  

"I don't know."  Lindsey replied willfully. 

Slap! "Yes, you do." 

Slap! "Tell me and I'll stop." 

"I don't know!" Lindsey sobbed." If I knew or I was sane would I be lying across another man's knee?  And not even a man I like.  On second thought, I feel so much better, Angel, I think I'll be going now."  Lindsey made to move but a hand pressed down on the center of his back.  Slap!

"I am not a man, Lindsey.  No matter how much I would like to be, I'm not, and you would do well to remember that.  How can I beat this into your head so that you can remember?  I'm not some human you can toy with and given your current position you should be able to figure that out."  Slap!

Lindsey clenched his jaw against the burning sting of his skin. "Why are you not trying to kill me?"  Why isn't he?  It had been bothering him all day.  And no, he didn't know why he was here.  He was sorry, yes, but he wasn't sure he could willingly tell Angel that.  But if he forgives you, maybe your soul can be saved.  Maybe you haven't sold it for real.  Maybe I'll have a chance to earn it back.  He couldn't say that, not to Angel, not while he had any dignity left.  He chanced a look back at Angel and nearly squeaked at the hungry look on the vampire face as he contemplated Lindsey's ass.  The man squirmed under the lustful gaze.  The golden eyes caught Lindsey's horrified expression and lit up with a bright merry light.  Oh, God no.  No.  No.  Not that. 

Slap! "Why do you tempt me so, Linds?"  Linds?  The hand, now nearly human with warmth caressed cheeks and thighs. "Why do you insist on doing everything to bring my inner nature out?  You really shouldn't play with fire.  Didn't your mother ever teach you that?"  Slap! Caress.  Shudder. "In inexperienced hands it can easily get out of control."  Slap! Knead.  Shiver.  A finger dipped between his thighs to brush the underside of his balls, the shock causing a hiccuping sob, and Lindsey realized his eyes were wet with tears.  He accepted the tears, feeling them, stepping in to the welcome bittersweet emotion he had suppressed. "You keep playing regardless of the risks, don't you?  Is this why you're here to finally see if you'll get burnt?  Will it just be a hand this time or complete immolation?  How much will you sacrifice Lindsey?  You better decide before the fire decides for you.  You stoke it to greater heights with your very presence.  With each moan.  With each sob.  With each delicious waft of hormone."  A cold tongue licked along his spine.  Lindsey didn't dare turn his head he watched the vampire anxiously out of one eye as it dipped its head and breathed in the scent of the bare skin below it.  Rolling his scent over its tongue like a cat. "You taste so good.  Your very scent works away at my control.  You better start confessing lad or I'm going to enjoy this," a thumb slipped between his cheeks to rub circles on his anus, "my first piece of ass in over a hundred years." 

Oh God.  Oh God Oh God.  Why did I come here?  What was I thinking?  Angel.  Vampire.  Angel.  The thing that was your every working purpose for over a year.  The thing that manifested in to your dream, you stupid shit.  A moan escaped Lindsey as fear, pleasure and deep longing rose in him.  Each tiny circle of Angel's thumb made his disobedient cock twitch harder.  Angel moved his leg against the stiff erection. "Or maybe that's what you want.  You want me to set the fire free.  If you burn alive Lindsey, what would be left?"  Lindsey didn't want to think, he just wanted to feel.  To be made to feel all the emotions that he had deliberately shut off, suppressed.  He wanted back the Lindsey that Wolfram and Hart had killed, stunted.  He wanted to be whole again. 

Slap! "Answer me!" Angel growled, lowering his mouth full of fangs to the man's spine.  Lindsey shuddered as he remembered reading that a cat's fangs were just the right space apart to sever the spine of its favoured prey.  How far apart are Angel's?   Lindsey gasped as a single fang pierced his skin and cold lips worried at it. "Remember the fire, Lindsey."  Cool hands caressed him and a deep low growl seemed to emanate from all around him. "Sweet tasty Lindsey."  Sweet delicious fear.  So intoxicating he didn't notice the lilt in Angel's voice.  The near nauseating waves of fear mounted as he was picked up and placed stomach down on the bed. 

Fear.  And lust.  No! Sent his mind running screaming into memory.  Only a small part stayed, the insane part that enjoyed the cool caress of tongue and hands.  Enjoyed the greedy lips the sucked on the increasing number of little wounds. 

Vampires.  They had tried to seduce him since his first day at Wolfram and Hart.  He had realized early on that some of his co-workers were not quite right.  Their stares were too intense and their movements too graceful.  The attraction between them had been intense.  They had wanted him.  In all his years of school, he'd never had so many offers for drinks and coffee.  Unhealthy attachments.  His bosses quickly found out and soon the offers stopped.  Up until Darla, not one of his assignments had involved working directly with vampires ever again.  I was off the menu.  I was a 'vampire attracter,' they said.  'Be careful.  They are unhealthy attachments.' He had stayed away.  He wanted to do well, so he had followed orders.  But he had missed the attention.  They had made him feel special, lusted after.  Though there wasn't anymore flirting, there were still hot lingering glances that had made his skin flush. 

He remembered one time when a beautiful lawyer from his department had gone missing only to show-up a few days later her chic, classy beauty turned radiant and wild.  He remembered talking to her that evening and she had asked him out for a drink that next night.  He'd accepted.  That next day she had been transferred.  Death won't stop you from fulfilling your contract, not at good old W&H.  The Board will never let you go.  With all the care and attention they showed you, all that protection, do you really think they will let you go so easily?  

That was a thought that should scare him even more than his suicidal attraction to vampires, even more than the wonderful attention his body was now receiving.  The ways that W&H could end your mortal existence were legendary.  But he wasn't scared, at least not in away that he could feel. 

He wasn't sure when the dullness became so complete.  He believed it had truly started when he had accepted Holland's offer, his raise and executive office.  His joining with W&H had been complete.  All the years before were just a proving ground, one that somehow he'd passed.  Or failed in the right way.  It had defined his boundaries giving them the ways to manipulate him. 

And he had danced to their tune.  Until Darla had been used.  And he had been set up to do the using.  That was it.  That was when the dullness had become complete.  When Darla had returned and tossed me aside.  The one vampire that he had risked his position for.  The one They might have allowed.  Sure she came back later, after He wouldn't have her.  I was just a warm substitute for Him.  The Him whose black pants were warm wool against his skin.  Whose hands massaged his head and rubbed soothing circles on his lower back.  Whose deep guttural rumble sent waves of expectation through him.  While he cried like a fool, creating an ever enlarging damp spot on the black coverlet. 

"You hurt her you know.  Darla."  His own voice was strange in his ears. "You think that because she doesn't have a soul that she couldn't love you.  She did, she does.  No matter what I did for her, all she ever saw was you and your betrayal."  He ran his evil hand over the fresh bite marks on his neck. "She wouldn't even bite me again." 

He used Angel's distraction to turn over. "Ow," he muttered and looked at vampire's thoughtful expression.  He rubbed at the bite, which was drying and starting to scab already. "Hey.  Doesn't biting me and leaving me alive mean where were engaged or something."  He had a fleeting chance to remember the joy he'd felt when he thought that Darla had left him alive and how it had been squelched when Lilah had been allowed to live too.  Then he found himself covered by Angel's large body and looking up golden eyes. 

"Aye it does, lad.  Shall we do the deed now," Lindsey gasped as the black clad pelvis ground against his erection, "or should we wait for the honeymoon?"  Angel swooped down to run his tongue along the hollow of his clavicle. "No Lindsey, that's not all it takes.  Umm, but ye do taste good, m'boy.  Given all the vampires that work for your firm, ye must've had to beat them off with a stick." 

"'Unhealthy attachments.'" Lindsey muttered wide-eyed at the unfamiliar sound of Angel's voice.  I'm off limits because I'm a vampire magnet or something.  Angel?"  

"Who do you think, lad?"  Angel sniffed him again, then sat back to straddle Lindsey's thighs.  Yes, you are perfect fodder.  If they hadn't been warned off you'd have been turned within your first month."  The vampire's eyes were glazed as he stroked the man's thigh. "Beautiful and almost innocent, but with fire.  A vampire's wet dream, y'are lad."  That inhuman growl vibrated through Lindsey's abdomen as Angel's pale cool tongue licked along the trail of hair between his navel and groin. 

Lindsey moaned as he caught flickering golden eyes and heard the muttered guttural growls.  Waves of lust and longing passed through him converging at his burgeoning erection.  The creature, Angel, shifted, bending his supple spine and engulfing the man's hardness until his lips met the coarse dark gold curls of his groin." Oh, God!" Lindsey bucked in sheer amazement, Angel is giving me a fucking blowjob! He must be out of his fucking mind.  He stared with worry at the vampire's dazed and hungry expression as the mouthful of teeth repeatedly enveloped, nipped and sucked, until his mind exploded.  He was too stunned to notice as he was rolled panting to his stomach and the bliss giving tongue now dipped between his cheeks to lick cool circles along his anus, until it pulled away.  Leaving him adrift as the vampire stepped free of the bed.  Then only seconds later his thighs were parted and cool legs kneeled between them.  Lindsey gasped as a slippery cool finger played at his entrance until he concentrated on the feeling through the warm haze his mind had escaped into and the post-orgasmic bliss that still clung to him. 

He squirmed as the vampire licked lazy circles along his spine.  And then the finger was inside him, pulling and plying.  Lindsey hissed as the finger hooked and stroked a spot that sent waves of unlikely pleasure threw him.  I guess its more than just a port in a storm.  Who would have thought?  No, no, no.  This isn't supposed to feel good.  It shouldn't be good.  He sobbed and wiggled.  This wasn't supposed happen.  Angel was actually trying to make him enjoy it.  This was supposed to be humiliating, not enjoyable.  How did this happen?  Why was Angel doing this?  Even if he or vampires are naturally bisexual, why me?  Why me, he hates me.  Isn't that why your here, because he's supposed to hate you?  

He closed his eyes as to not view what he lay here accepting, not allowing himself to think about who and what was happening to him.  He immersed himself in the sensations; the quiver in his spine; the gently kneading of his ass; the panting of his breath; the small gasps and mewls he unwillingly produced.  The gentle way his hips were lifted and a slick cool blunt appendage bumped against his opening.  The gentle hands again rubbing his back and hips relaxing him.  A firm push and he was breached.  Through his gasping pants, he heard Angel groan and curse in a long string of Gaelic, muttering in accented English something about heat and his soul as he pressed deeper into him. 

The vampire moved with care.  The burning giving way to purer pleasure as every inward plunge hit that little pleasure spot and made the man moan. "Told you ye'd like it, Lindsey m'lad."  Angel snickered, running his tongue in long licks across the taut back beneath him. 

"Shut the fuck up, Angel.  I'm not your lad.  Oh, God.  And just do it."  Lindsey grabbed fistfuls of the coverlet, dug his toes into the bed, and pressed back against Angel, matching rhythm.  He wanted to just ride the sensations like before but Angel's snide remarks had brought him back to reality. 

He had been metaphorically butt-fucked for years by the firm.  Asked to assume the position to take the responsibility after this beast behind him continued to screw the firm's well oiled plans over and over.  Why not skip the middleman and get fucked directly by the enemy.  At least he was enjoying it.  In some sick twisted way he had wanted to be in this vampire's arms since Angel had so audaciously walked past him, coat swirling around him like a dark avenger, to throw his client out into the light.  That one moment started the events that led to this, his entire being at war, brought to culmination by the large beast that was pistoning in and out of him.  All of the Lindsey's parts were now focused on this single event.  His body enjoyed it, his emotions craved it, his mind babbled and his ego was crushed because of it. 

His inner dialog was halted by a cool hand reaching around and coated his erection with thick slippery lubricant, then began to mercilessly plump it in time to their rhythm.  Lindsey came as Angel roared above him and bit deep into the base of the man's neck.  His legs gave out and the vampire followed him pressing the man into the bed. 

Lindsey mind was completely clear as the waves of true pleasure crashed through him.  It all babbled out his mouth. "I'm so sorry about Darla.  I didn't understand.  They played me.  They have always played me so well.  They are idiots.  They were going to make me Head of Special Projects.  Me, the fucking weakest link.  But you see I've got this evil hand."  Lindsey held out his right hand with a hitched giggle. "Well, they didn't see that coming.  The look on their faces - priceless."  He closed his eyes and sighed as his hair was stroked. 

Angel skimmed his fingers along the sides of the smaller man he held to the bed. "Do you feel better now?  Did it help?"  The vampire's voice still sounded thick and strange. 

Lindsey shivered as the cool tongue lapped at the bite wounds on his neck.  He twisted around to catch the familiar broody expression on Angel's human face.  Had it all been an act?  Had it not been personal just good old Angel trying to save yet another soul. "What do you care, Angel?  You enjoyed your game of fuck-the-vamp-treat.  You- Oh, God.  That's it isn't it.  I'm bait or a distraction.  They wound me up and off I went straight to you all anxious and worried for my soul."  Do I have a soul or did I already sell it to Wolfram and Hart?  Can Angel save something that is no longer mine?   "They used me against Darla, you know.  Even though she couldn't love me, she kept coming back.  And now they think I can distract you." 

Angel rolled to his side pulling Lindsey into the circle of his arms. "I think you should rest.  If I'm in any immediate danger, Cordy will have a vision and call.  Here."  The vampire pulled free of him and adjusted the covers to expose burgundy sheets.  The man crawled in without a thought and assumed the same position as before allowing Angel to crawl in behind to hold Lindsey protectively within his arms. "Things don't always work out like you think.  You may want to consider that it wasn't W&H that led you here." 

The human hadn't thought of that and wasn't going to, not now. "Lilah is now Head of Special Projects.  You better watch out she more dangerous than I am, so is Gavin Park, who most likely will be unpacking in my office today." 

"Don't worry Lindsey.  Lilah is too tall and brunette to be as dangerous as you."  Angel ran his hand through the man's deep golden curls. 

Lindsey felt surprisingly whole and alive after this early morning's catharsis.  He tried to turn his brain from worrying over why he stepped in and accepted this culmination of the events that lead him here to this bed, sleeping with the enemy.  An enemy no longer.  Some how he knew by Angel's protective embrace he wasn't an enemy.  In one simple display of understanding and dominance, the vampire had played his cards.  All Lindsey could do was fold his, push all his chips into Angel's pile, and forfeit the game.  He was sure in some demonic way he was a prize that had been won fair and square. "Angel what will happen in the morning?"  

"Shh.  Go to sleep.  Even I know some things are best not analyzed too much." 

Lindsey sighed as the bites on his neck were gently kissed.  Tomorrow, he would think of the repercussions with a clear head, but now he lay his head down on the cool crisp cotton, enjoying the way his lover pulled him tighter and fell asleep in the safest place in LA. 

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