He wasn't sure that he wanted to
do this, but he'd really run out of options. This...'condition' was getting out
of control, and he just couldn't think who else to turn to.
Lindsey McDonald stood outside of
the 'Angel Investigations' office, and tried not to grind his teeth.
There were few things that stuck
in his craw as much as having to ask *Angel* for help, but who else could
*possibly* understand his predicament?
His hand rubbed nervously across
his crotch, causing his cock to twitch expectantly.
"Will you *cut* that
*out*?" he hissed, trying not to let his face flush before he walked
through the door.
This was going to be humiliating
enough as it was.
It wasn't unusual for
conversation to stop when he walked into a room. His years working at Wolfram
and Hart had taught him that secrets, and whispers were a way of life.
No, it was the *looks* that
really did it for him. Cordelia Chase did one of those cartoon double takes,
looking on disbelievingly as he closed the door behind him. Wesley Wyndham-Price
merely glared suspiciously in his direction, and Angel? Oh, Angel gave him that
look that made his skin prickle, and his heart thud in his chest. It was a heady
mixture of hate, and lust, and it pissed Lindsey off immensely.
"Oh look," Cordy half
smiled, "Someone's been kicking over rocks again. Isn't it incredible what
crawls out when you do that?"
"Well, hello, Lindsey,"
Angel straightened up to his full height, something he did almost subconsciously
whenever Lindsey was near. Maybe it made him feel superior, being so much
taller. Like the fangs weren't enough?
glanced from Angel, to his human companions, and back again.
"What can we do for you, Mr
McDonald?" Wesley fairly bristled as he spoke.
"I need to speak to
Puffing out his chest, in a
blatant display of arrogant superiority, Wesley sneered, "I run Angel
investigations now, you can talk to me in the first instance."
Lindsey felt his hackles rise.
How could so many annoying people all manage to work together without killing
"It's a private
matter," he mumbled.
"Maybe Lindsey wants to ask
me out on a date," Angel sniggered.
The flush began working its way
up Lindsey's neck, as his hand gripped the now thudding erection through his
expensive Armani slacks. The only thing stopping him from shooting himself
through the head at that moment, was the shocked look on Angel's face, which
almost made Lindsey laugh out loud.
Cordelia's face twisted into a mask of pure horror,
"And I thought those visions were the most disgusting visuals I
"Er...Wes, maybe I *should*
talk to Lindsey in private?" Angel suggested.
Swallowing hard, Wesley nodded,
and quickly sat down, trying hard not to share Cordelia's disturbing
visualization of the distasteful tryst.
"In here," Angel
pointed to a small back room, and Lindsey followed him through the decorative
art deco doors, into a cozy office.
Grabbing his right hand with his
left, and clutching it close to his body, Lindsey rolled his shoulders, and
tried to relax, as he followed the vampire into the room.
"Sit down," Angel
pointed to a chair, before slipping effortlessly behind the desk. "Now,
what have I done to earn this unexpected pleasure?" The sarcasm dripped
from the vampire's lips, as he took every chance to taunt the errant lawyer.
"I have this hand,"
"No shit?" Angel
"I had fucking two of them
before you cut one off!" Lindsey snarled like a cornered dog.
"You were being a bad boy,
Lindsey. You weren't playing nice."
"You attacked me..."
"You were trying to fulfil a
prophecy that was destined to kill me, not to mention bringing Darla back!"
Once again, Lindsey heard his own
teeth grinding, "Look, Angel, I didn't come here to discuss our sordid
"Why did you come here then?
It seems to me, that you only come to me when you want something. You *never*
just swing by and say 'hi'."
"Wolfram and Hart gave me a
"Aw, was it your
birthday?" Angel chuckled.
"Fuck you, Angel, I knew I
shouldn't have come here," Lindsey leapt to his feet, and headed for the
door. Before he could reach it, Angel was in front of him.
"Okay, I...I'm sorry, I'll
It took a few moments for Lindsey
to calm himself, and retake his seat. In the confusion, and anger, his hand had
slipped inside of his pants, and was now stroking lovingly at a very attentive
Unable to remain politely
oblivious any longer, Angel struggled with a smile.
*that* pleased to see me, Lindsey?" he smirked at last.
"This is why I'm here,"
the young lawyer hissed, "It's this fucking hand, it's possessed. I don't
know when it's doing stuff, it jerks me off on public transport, in the office,
I was in the fucking *bank* the other day, cashing a check."
Suddenly, he stopped when a
strange sound interrupted his rage. It sounded like a cat choking, but instead,
it turned out to be a hysterical vampire.
"What you laughing at, you
fanged freak?" he snapped.
"You have a *possessed*
hand?" Angel hooted, "Oh boy, now *that* is what I call
"Look, I didn't ask for this
hand, it was just 'given' to me. You know how things work at Wolfram and Hart,
you don't say 'no' to anything they offer you."
"Is that how you got where
you are today, Lindsey, by never saying 'no'?" the vampire's dark eyes
twinkled, as his barbed words visibly stung their victim.
"You don't know shit about
what really happens at Wolfram and Hart, but you can sit here, and be all holier
than thou? How many times have you 'put out', just to get by, *Angelus*?"
Still watching the hand rub
Lindsey ever harder, Angel cleared his throat, "A few times. I don't deny
what I've done in the past. My excuse was, that I had no soul back then, what's
A sly smirk twisted Lindsey's
lips into a mocking smile, "Oh yeah. No soul huh? You mean like a little
while back when you locked the doors on Drusilla, and Darla, and let them feed
on the innocent men, and women in that room...including me?"
Angel twitched slightly at the
memory, "They weren't 'innocent victims' Lindsey, they were Wolfram and
"They were still humans, and
what you did was still murder, so cut the bullshit, Angel."
Inexorably drawn to the tented
bulge in the expensive pants, Angel sighed, "Okay, I'll have to concede
that one," he agreed. "It does that *all* the time?" he gestured
to the rhythmic stroking going on inside Lindsey's pants.
"A lot of the time,
yeah," the young lawyer's face flushed again, "It's getting *really*
tiring, as well as embarrassing. I
need someone to 'exorcise' it, or something."
"You need a priest, not a
"I tried that, I got thrown
out of the Roman Catholic Church on Main Street, after I shot my load on holy
ground. I think they got laws against that, or something..."
Biting his lip, Angel nodded,
"So, what do you
suggest?" Lindsey's voice hitched as his hand picked up the pace, pulling
long, hard strokes from base to tip.
"I suggest you unzip those
expensive pants before you make a mess in them."
"Look, if you're not going
"I'm serious. You really
want to leave this office with come stains all over your pants?" Angel's
mouth twisted into a slight smile, "What *would* the neighbors say?"
Jaw twitching, and face becoming
even hotter, Lindsey unzipped the pants, popping the button at last, to give his
hand space to move. His cock sprang free, arcing upwards towards his belly.
Already hard, it pulsed, and ached as the fingers danced lightly across the
head, before sliding down the shaft tenderly.
"Aw shit," he
exclaimed, as a droplet of pre-cum, oozed from tip, and the familiar prickle of
nerve endings, all firing at once, began to crawl across his body. "You
gotta help me, Angel," he gasped, unbuttoning his shirt, so that he could
touch his own skin.
Unconsciously licking his lips,
Angel's eyes widened, "What, right *now*?" he asked.
Momentarily shocked by what he
thought the vampire was offering, Lindsey stared into the usually impenetrable
face, and saw genuine lust in those dark, sultry eyes.
"I mean, help me find
someone to exorcise this hand!"
was mesmerized by the rhythmic stroking, the way Lindsey's cock grew even
longer, and harder, bouncing against his belly with an audible 'slap.'
"Oh man..." Lindsey
closed his eyes. The sensation was building to almost painful proportions. He
tried desperately to think of anything that might deflate his interest, but
already his body was way past that point.
"Don't fight it, Lindsey.
Just let go. After two hundred years of jerking off, you learn a thing or
two," Angel smiled.
Faster the hand moved, fingers
now kneading the rigid length, breath hitching, turning into a strangled cross
between a laugh and a groan. Trying not to cry out too loudly, Lindsey came,
long and hard, shooting onto his own chest, panting heavily, until finally he'd
wrung out the last milky white droplet.
"Holy Christ," his
breath was still coming in gasps, and he flopped back into the chair with a
Opening his eyes, he found Angel
suddenly at his side, eyes glazed with lust, sniffing at him like a dog.
"What are you doing?"
Emitting a low growl, Angel began
to lick across the come spattered chest.
know...get it up...properly?" he tried to keep his voice level, and calm,
and hopefully distract this very dangerous vampire from his throat.
"Mmmm." Angel replied,
taking another swipe of his tongue across Lindsey's left nipple.
In the blink of an eye, Angel's
face changed. The telltale vampire ridges formed, and his eyes became yellow.
The playful grin that was once Angel, became the predatory leer that was always
He slowly dragged his tongue
along Lindsey's breastbone, up into the hollow of his throat, pausing to suck
lightly on the soft skin there. "Hard-ons just take blood, Lindsey,"
he grinned, "Don't have to be 'ours.' We just have to feed a little,"
he chuckled, as the slender fangs broke the surface of the skin......