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Deals With the Devil
Christie
E-mail: tinamishi@yahoo.com
Fandom: Angel: the Series
Pairing: Angel/Lindsey; Lindsey POV
Rating: NC-17 and I mean it!
Content: m/m slash; violent consensual sex
Summary: Lindsey makes move for control, and gets a lot more than he bargained for.
Timeline: Sometime after To Shanshu in LA
Spoilers: To Shanshu in LA
Distribution: My fan fic archive http://www.geocities.com/tinamishi/ , list archives, and anyone with previous archiving permission.
Feedback: Makes me one happy puppy.
Disclaimer: All rights to the characters in the Angelverse are reserved by some rather large corporate entities, including but not limited to Mutant Enemy and 20thCentury Fox. I am just borrowing them for this not-for-profit story.
Author's Notes: * represents emphasis and indicates italics.
Dedication: To Zoe and Susan, for giving me the "push" I needed to dust this off and try again.
It was one of those split-second, fly by the seat of your pants, Hail Mary decisions. The kind that's either the best thing you ever did, or the worst. Are you gonna spend your life regretting spur of the moment action, or praising it?
This question flits through my mind as I ride in the back of the Wolfram &Hart stretch limo,Cordelia Chase at my side.
Oh, she's not there by choice. She'd never go anywhere with me, Lindsey McDonald, up-and-coming Los Angeles lawyer, but traitor to her very staunch, ever loyal vampire boss. No, I'm not to be touched with a ten-foot pole. I'm sure she has explicit instructions on that front.
Perhaps he'd bend the rules a little if it were a yard-and-a-half long scythe.I flinch at the memory of the very sharp, very mythological weapon slicing through flesh and bone as if I were made of softened butter. I flex the synthetic flesh of my new hand, still struggling to get used to the neurosensors that allow me to control use of it.
It's then that I grin, knowing that while rash, this *is* the best plan to get me what I want.
The prize: Angel.
More specifically, submissive Angel. With me in control.
The bait: I-should-have-been-born-a-princess Cordelia Chase.
She's a feisty one, Cordelia. Cursing, kicking and spitting at me,threatening me with the wrath of one souled vampire. Oh, I know the wrath. My synthetic hand twitches in sympathy.
She's rattling on about how she thought I was born again. The word *traitor*crosses her mocha lipstick colored lips more than once. Each time snuggled closely with various four-letter descriptives that would leave her crook father and socialite mother gasping for air.
I guess Angel never told her about the scroll incident. Doesn't surprise me;he doesn't seem teletype to spill details. In fact, I'm willing to bet a hefty portion of my new large salary that his words concerning the event were something along the lines of, "I went in there, kicked some ass, here's the scroll."
Angel knew he was walking out of there with the scroll. And I knew that alone was the reason for his success. Cordelia is his Seer, his friend, and someone the vampire considers family. That,apparently, is enough priority to earn the moniker 'by any means necessary.'
In a way, I envy that. But you'll never hear me admit it aloud. To be taken into Angel's fold -the only two who seem to be there at present being Cordelia and the British guy - meant to be protected, by any means necessary. I suppose that's what Wolfram & Hart does for me. I don't fear as I walk the streets at night.
Yes. I am protected as well. Slight slip, temporary insanity, whatever you want to call it.Maybe I need to whack myself over the head with my 7-iron. I swear I'm gonna do that if I find myself ever wanting to go the high road again. Like I told Angel in the archives, *you're either powerful, or you're powerless.*
I know what I want. It's not Angel's protection. It's not his approval. It's not even his head on a stick.
I want Angel's compliance.
Cordelia Chase is how I'm gonna get it.
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The girl is such a pain in the ass, its a wonder I'm not willing to *give*her back to Angel. The vampire must be a patient, patient man. She hasn't stopped yelling at me since we arrived at the hotel. I'm leaving her in one room with a hired thug who has a gun trained at her head. Still,she doesn't shut up.
I'm waiting for Angel in the other room. I don't exactly know what I'm going to do once he , but I'm nervous. He growled at me on the phone. Literally. I thought I knew what I wanted, and much of it consisted of Angel begging for mercy. But now, I'm not sure. I'm more than half scared, and the rest, completely turned on.
Oh, I've always wanted Angel, physically. Who wouldn't? I mean, look at the guy. And taking him by force seemed like the perfect solution. Again, one of those life-changing decisions that I'm starting to second-guess.
Part of me has no idea what I'm doing. Okay, to be honest, all of me. But it's worth it. I've taken it this far, and I can't very well back out now. The vampire deserves this, of that I'm sure. With his holier-than-thou attitude and moral high ground; one of the most notorious vampires in modern folklore. It's laughable.
Yeah, Angel will be taken down a few notches.
As quickly as I'm alone, he's there, standing; no, looming, in the doorway. He looks mad. Madder than I've seen him in a long time.
"Where is she?"
I smile easily at him. The cool, calm lawyer is only partly a facade. I'm being torn in several directions: one part of me is completely frightened, the other, cocky as all hell and excited like there's no tomorrow.
"Angel, Angel, Angel..." I walk behind him, shutting the heavy hotel room door with a loud,resonating click. "Come on, you think I'm just gonna hand her over?"
The vampire cocked his head and, when I moved face to face with him again,raised an eyebrow slightly. He leaned forward, his face darkening in menace. "If you know what's good for you."
I take a step back, more because I don't want him to pick up on my arousal than from fear. He sniffs the air as if reading my mind, and smiles ferally. "Oh, I get it. You're not scared, not much anyway. Which means Cordelia is unharmed, and probably close by."
He pauses, and I find myself swallowing hard. He's not human, but a demon,with extrasensory powers that I will probably never fully understand. No matter how educated I may be on the preternatural. It's now that I begin to realize I may be in a little over my head.
"No," Angel continues, stalking around me like a large, hungry wildcat. "You want something entirely different from me. Something you can't get any other way than blackmail. You want me vulnerable. You," he lifts a finger and trails it over my shoulder and down my back, inflaming me all the way to the core, "want me to beg."
Bastard.
Now is the time to reassert my power in the situation. I hate how *he* has the friend in danger,and *he* decides he's still going to take control of the situation. I tip my chin up, turning with him as he stalks me.
"If you don't do what I want, when I want it, you will never see the girl alive again."
We're circling each other now, a sort of primal dance for power. Untouching,but the electricity crackles in the air between us. I can't tell for sure, but he might be excited too. For all I know, the danger excites him. The thrill of the chase, the promise of a fight.
For all I know, he wants to fuck me into the ground as much as I want him to.
Finally, he backs down, only slightly. "What do you want?"
Though he's still growling; small, residual noises coiling up from somewhere deep within, I feel a small amount of triumph. He knows he's going to have to do this to get the girl. That was the plan, wasn't it? Sure, I wanted him to mind, to hate it, to suffer, but that will all happen in time.
"I want you, Angel," I reply, cocky as ever.
The vampire's eyes darken even further. I would have bet good money that wasn't possible. He stands silent, still, for a long moment, then slowly shrugs his coat off of his shoulders.
No, it can't be *this* easy. God, he's good looking. The long sleeved shirt he's wearing clings to his well-muscled chest like rain. It's black - surprise -tucked in to black pants, belted loosely at the waist. Suddenly, I feel completely vulnerable.
"Want me to do what?" he rasps, tossing his coat over the nearest chair.
I open my mouth to answer, but he's too angry, or annoyed, to let me. His hands go to his hips and he stands, staring at me with the most penetrating gaze I've ever experienced. Even the toughest judge has nothing on him.
I plaster on a grin. "Tsk, tsk. You've been alive a long time, Angel. I would think you would think you'd know the rules by now." I walk around him, taking a good long look at his intensely muscled behind. I can't help but think, he *lets* me.
"Since when do you play by the rules?" He sounds amused. I ignore it.
"You get close to people, you create vulnerability."
"Is that what you think I am right now? Vulnerable?"
With these words, he reaches out, grasping onto the waist band of my pants and tugging me closer to him. I feel like an inexperienced schoolboy all of a sudden. And I hate him even more for making me feel that way.
I tug back, and he takes one step toward me. I'm not stupid enough to think it was my strength that got me propelled backward, and him forward. He let that happen. Guess the cat's giving the mouse a little room to frolic.
Oh, I'll frolic alright.
My cock is so damn hard I can feel it reaching toward his hand where it's still tucked into my pants. It wants to reach him, and he knows it. He smiles, not a friendly smile, and dips his fingers just a bit lower. Low enough to brush the tip, stroking a small amount of fluid across its head. Mary, Mother of Christ, he's going to torture me.
I know I'm trembling now, visibly, but that's completely beyond my control. It makes me feel slightly better to see that he's hard too, and some sort of rumble - dare I say purr - is resonating rhythmically from his chest. I manage to get my shaking hands to my belt,and the buckle has never seemed so hard to undo. Angel doesn't help, he only moves his hand slightly to give me more access to my own clothing, then watches, the feral look in his eyes growing more passionate, more animalistic with every passing second.
As soon as the belt's undone, button released, the zipper seems to lower of its own accord. My raging hard-on isn't allowing any time for foreplay, it's all about being naked - now - and inside of Angel.
Something tells me that's not how it's gonna be. Oh, that's how I planned it, but the vampire is in control - always in control - and I get the feeling he's not used to being the submissive one.
At this point, I don't give a shit. As long as I'm either fucking, or being fucked. Soon.
Soon as my pants fall around my ankles, Angel withdraws his hand. I told you he was a bastard,didn't I? He eyes my cock like it's a fucking piece of candy, but doesn't do a damn thing about it.Instead, he just starts taking off his own clothes.
Guess he's not the romantic type. At least not when it comes to me.
So fine, I can play this game. I undress myself the rest of the way, all the while keeping an eye on him for reasons that are twofold. One, I gotta make sure he's fully intending to get naked.Can't have him leaving me in the vulnerable position, now can we? Second, I can't take my eyes off him. If you think he looks good with clothes on, it's nothing compared to the work of art that is his immortal body in all its glory.
Yeah, he's hard alright. All I want to do is sink to my knees and suck on him like a child on a lollipop. But would that send the right message? I don't think so. *Hey Angel, I kidnapped your Gal Friday. Come on over here to get her back. Let me fuck you into oblivion first, until I -own - you…but now that I see you, I changed my mind. You can do whatever the hell you want with me. As long as it results in an orgasm.*
Right. I'm a lawyer. And a damn good one. I argue ridiculous points alldamn day for a living.I can fake my way through this one too.
I remain standing. So does he.
The balance of power is not shifting, and we both know it.
"Angel, I want you to--"
I barely hear my own voice, only dimly aware of the movement of my lips as I form words. He steps forward before I can finish my sentence and grabs my shoulders with his huge hands. Our bodies crash together and in my head some sort of primal scream erupts.
Maybe from arousal, maybe from fear.
Probably both.
Because he *is* the vampire now.
Ridges ripple across the still surprisingly handsome face, framing golden,impious eyes. It's difficult not to whimper when he opens his mouth and shows his fangs, running his tongue along their extremely sharp edges. With this gesture, his lips curl into an almost-smile, a grin really, wicked and impossibly treacherous.
"I don't care what you want, Linds," Angel snarls, his voice completely changed. Gone is the non-committal, calm tenor. Now, sarcasm. Mocking. A genuine zest for all that is… evil.
I probably should be afraid, but he's naked, pressed up against me, his cold flesh sizzling against my own burning skin. I just want to get closer. I don't want to be standing.
He kisses me then, forcing my mouth open with his tongue, plundering with a fervor I know will never be equaled again.
At the same time that his cold hand presses between us and palms my engorged erection, his fangs slice through my lip, creating a neat, crimson river just for him.
He sucks at the wound hungrily, noisily, all the while rubbing my shaft against his, both our cocks crushed with the super natural strength of his hand. Up, down, up, down…the friction is so incredible I might lose it right there.
My legs are giving out beneath me as the vampire handles my flesh, the most brutal yet incredible touch I've ever had the luxury of experiencing.
As my eyes glaze over and I feel my knees weaken under my weight, I back into the arm of the small love seat in the center of the hotel room. I hadn't even realized we'd been moving. Then again,an atomic bomb could have been dropped in the next room and I wouldn't have noticed.
The wound on my lip is still bleeding, and Angel is still nursing it, and I briefly wonder if he could drink enough blood from that small wound to cause me to pass out. He could probably do any number of things to cause me to pass out at the present moment.
I'm about to come, I swear I am. I'm sure he can tell it, and I don't really give a damn. But just when my rapid breathing turns into a pant, and the stars start to explode behind my eyelids,the hand leaves, slipping down to the base of my cock and squeezing until I yelp in pain.
Son of a bitch.
"Shit, Angel."
He only grunts in reply, using his extra-strength to turn me around, pushing me and my painfully inflamed cock against the arm of the love seat. His huge weight settles behind me, coaxing my legs open. I want to protest, but nothing will surface on my lips other than various moans, whimpers and maybe the occasional 'please'.
His finger, slicked with the saliva in his mouth, slips into the crevice of my ass and slams painfully into me. No warning, no chance for exhalation, my breath catches and I nearly choke on the suddenly thick air of the hotel room.
Don't get me wrong, it feels fucking great, but it's pain at the same time:white, hot, searing pain that becomes nearly tangible as he works me even looser with his unforgiving finger.
Finally, I find my voice. I realize sounds are able to surface from my throat as a groan rips up from somewhere below my stomach, in sympathy of my cock rubbing mercilessly against the smooth arm of the love seat. Enough, but not quite enough to…
"Angel, not so--"
I don't finish my protest, but he seems to understand, slipping his finger from me and stilling,for just a moment. Then, he leans forward, and I feel his erection bumping between my ass cheeks,seeking its coveted lair.
His voice is like honey against my ear; a direct contrast from the words that escape his lips.
"Hard? Fast? Brutal? Lindsey, did you want to fuck a vampire or not?"
Yes! No! Just fuck me now! Stay the hell away from me! There are too many ludicrous thoughts going through my mind to form a coherent response. I just let him rest therefor a moment,waiting for my answer. I'm not surprised that he's not very patient.
The Angel I thought I had a grapple on is, but not this Angel. This…demon.
He shifts quickly, maneuvering his length between my legs and pushing hard,plunging into me so forcefully I feel like I'll be split in two. If the love seat hadn't been there holding my weight,I'd have collapsed. I've never felt so completely filled before, to the point where it's impossible not to cry out in pain.
Angel seems to use this noise as a reason to continue, and pulls himself only halfway out before slamming back in, with a ferocious grunt and a satisfied growl after the long, angry stroke.
Jesus Christ, this is good. This is bad.
I really don't want it to stop.
"I didn't plan on fucking an *evil* vampire," I finally manage, pulling some sort of control over myself and hopefully, the situation. He's sliding in and out a little easier now, and I can't help but realize it's probably because of the lubrication my blood is providing. My ass is burning, effervescent pain shooting through both legs that are miraculously not buckling beneath me. But still, through all that pain, he feels so fucking good.
"Is there any other kind?" Angel answers me, reaching around us to grasp the head of my cock and pull it roughly upward, in time with his brutal strokes behind me.
"You're--" It's hard to get my breath. "Angel's not..."
The movements slow a little, and a malicious chuckle floats in the small space between us. "You think I'm Angelus?"
"Are you?"
I'm starting to feel a little weird about having this breathless conversation as we fuck, but whatever keeps him going is fine with me. If we hadn't been talking, I'd easily have come in his hand the moment he touched me. So I suppose it's a good thing. Because I don't want this to end. Ever.
"I'm a puppy compared to Angelus. Ask anyone who's had the pleasure."
He slams into me brutally, hitting my prostrate as he does, causing me to cry out in lurid pleasure.
Ignoring the sound, he keeps talking. "Course only a handful of people who have personal experience with Angelus are still alive to tell about it."
Every other word though, is a grunt, and it's near comical that he is still talking while he pounds himself into me. At this point, I could give a shit about what he's saying. I could give a shit if he's Lucifer himself. I want to come, I have to come. Now.
His impossibly long cock keeps banging against my sensitive prostrate, his hand working magic between me and the love seat. I feel my penis buck against his hand, wanting,demanding more,harder, faster… and he complies, his own growl steadily emanating from his chest as he grinds into me from behind, pulling at my cock with the same intensity with which he's fucking me.
I bite down on my lip, drawing more blood from the earlier created wound, and nothing is able to keep me from the short, loud shout that escapes my throat as I spill my seed into his hand. Bolts of electricity seem to shoot down my body, turning me into a quivering mass below his staunch weight as I jerk and shudder against his hand, unable to care that I am ruining the upholstery of the loveseat in the process.
A moment after I tumble into the abyss, Angel joins me, a rumble that sounds to my ears as loud as a freight train roaring up from his chest and surfacing on the air. HE uses his free hand to hold my hip down and slam into me faster than I knew it was possible to fuck. I feel his cold semen fill me, and continue filling me until he's panting for air he doesn't need.
As though for a finale, when his cock is nearly empty but still inside me, he lowers his roughly lined face to my back and bites.
I start at the sting of the fangs sinking into my flesh, and I panic for a brief, post-orgasmic moment, wondering if he's going to kill me. But the bite is on my shoulder,and the drinking subtle; not slurping, noisy, like it was before.
It's over before I've registered that it's begun and he's out of me,releasing my cock as he releases his own and stepping back.
My legs do buckle then, and I manage to pull myself into a sitting position on the love seat before I collapse in an undistinguished heap on the ground.
And Angel? He's not even sweating. He's gathering his clothes before his dick is even completely soft, readying himself to clean up and dress.
Fucking arrogant bastard.
"Do you get off on this? Holding this I'm-a-vampire power over people?"
Angel snaps his head up, now smooth of any vampiric quality, and arches one eyebrow. "Okay, looks like you're the pot now, calling the kettle black."
I wipe the sweat from my brow, and gaze at him tiredly. "You know what I mean."
Angel disappears into the bathroom, only to reappear with his pants on, still unbuttoned and unzipped. He slips his shirt over his shoulders and begins to button it, all the while looking pointedly at me. "You blackmailed me with Cordelia's life. This is what you wanted, this is what you got."
My turn for the eyebrow to raise. "I didn't realize you turn evil when you fuck."
"Then you haven't read far enough into my file. I also turn evil when I'm blackmailed. Go figure. Next time I'll try to remember the flowers and candy." Angel smiled now, tucking his shirt into the pants and retrieving his belt, threading it methodically through the loops.Meanwhile, I'm still naked and exhausted, barely clinging to the loveseat with sweaty skin and a swollen ass.
No wonder he's always in control.
He points to the door that adjoins the two rooms, and cocks his head toward it. "I'm going to go get Cordelia now. Feel free to blackmail me again, just leave my people out of it, and I won't kill you. Got it?"
All I can do is nod dumbly, feeling every ounce of pride I may have been able to salvage drain out of me as he walks away.
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