AUTHORS: dru as Angel & Evil Willow as Lindsey (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
PREQUEL TO: Chance Encounters
Version : Lindsey-Angel
PAIRING : Angel/Lindsey
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters.
We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
DEDICATION: This fic is for
Vicky who been cheering us both on for our fics! She's been begging EW for more
Lindsey, and been encouraging me to write him. So we hope she likes this!
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THE COUCH
I
smile before tackling him. We roll around the floor a little and I rub myself
against him. I'm already hard again. I think it surprises him. Vamp stamina.
Best damned part of eternal life.
I
reluctantly pull away and stand up. He moans but I just motion for him to
follow me. I sit on the couch, my cock standing proudly. "Ride me." I
order.
Shit.
So much for me needing time to get my erection back. Because just the sight of
him, sitting there looking so..... edible - and that's a theory to test out
later, most definitely - has me so ready to do whatever the hell he asks.
And
he's basically letting me be in control now, just a little anyway. So. Walk
over there, Lins. Surprisingly, my legs manage to support me as I walk over to
him. I think, from the look on his face, that he expected me to say something
sarcastic. But right now all I can think about is having him inside me again.
Shit, I'm so pathetic.
Which
I'll brood about later. *Much* later. I straddle his hips, and rub our
erections together as I lean in for another kiss. This time, it's my tongue in
his mouth, and while it's a little weird tasting the remnants of my blood, it's
not any weirder than anything else that's happened tonight.
Dammit
he's so fucking gorgeous as he walks over here. All I can think is that I wanna
be inside him again. I wanna see him, riding me. I wanna watch him and *feel*
him.
And
oh shit, he's fucking straddling me and yes, this is what I wanted, but fuck! I
didn't think he'd just walk over here without some sarcasm or something.
Fuck.
He's kissing me, hard. And his cock... against mine... I slide my hands around
his body and down over his ass to spread him apart, because hey, I'm still in
control.
"Take what you want, Lindsey." I whisper into his mouth between kisses.
Take
what I want? I have to fight the urge to say, 'I want you in my bed every
night, for the rest of my life.' And I'm *not* falling for Angel. Somewhere in
the back of my mind, a little voice tells me I should've used the past tense
just now.
Damn
it, Lins! Brooding again when you could be fucking! Stop. It's just sex.
Really, amazing, incredible sex. And then Angel brings me back to the here and
now. "Lindsey?"
He
just stares at me blankly for a minute. So I take advantage of the situation
and yank his ass onto my cock and he screams at the unexpected fluidity of my
motions. He automatically responds by moving on my cock. "That's it,
Lindsey. Fuck yourself on me. Tell me how much you like it."
Damn
I'm a kinky bastard, aren't I?
I start moving, up and down on his cock and
it's too amazing, being able to control how fast or how hard we do this.
"Oh, shit. Fuck. Angel. So good....unnngh...." Hell, if he's hoping
for coherent, I'm not sure he's gonna get it.
I'll
take that. Unnngh. I've had lots of gahs and gerks. One faahm. So, whatever. As
long as he keeps moving. I hold his hips for a while to guide him onto me until
he's got his own rhythm. He's learned that he controls how fast and deep I go
and I think he likes it.
I
know *I* certainly do.
And since he's got that under control, I start to stroke him.
"FUCK
ME!"
"That's
precisely what we're doing." I groan and start thrusting up into him because
quite frankly, I want to. And that's what this is about. Want.
"ERK!"
Erk? I don't even know where that came from. I lost control, somewhere, and I
want it back. I slam myself down on him, hard and we both moan. Then I set the
pace, hard and fast, just like I like it and "FUUUUUUUUCK!" His cock
is hitting my prostate, every damn time. But I wanna see *him* come, since I
missed it last time, what with the passing out thing.
So I
lean in and nibble at his earlobe as I keep fucking myself on him. He whimpers
and I chuckle. My turn. "I wanna see your
face when you come," I whisper and then slam myself down on him
hard, squeezing him with my muscles as I do.
"Then
make me."
Bastard.
I'm
gonna see him come if it's the last thing I do tonight. I'm rather pleased that
his little comment didn't make me lose the pace. But I speed up, squeezing him
each time I come down.
While
I'm doing that, I kiss my way down his neck to his chest. I take a nipple
between my teeth and bite it, hard. He groans and I smile against his skin. I
lave it with my tongue, before I start nipping at it again. Once I've got him
moaning and whimpering, I kiss my way across his chest to give the neglected
nipple the same treatment.
Like
I said, he's gonna come before I do, this time. He thinks he's the king of
control, huh? Well I've got a real stubborn, persistent streak. He's gonna
figure that out.
I
raise myself up until he's all the way out of me. I've licked my way up to his
neck and before he can protest, I drop back onto his cock. Hard. Squeezing him
all the way. And I bite down on his neck as I do, almost hard enough to draw
blood.
OH
FUCK! I scream. That's it. I grab him roughly and yank his head back before
burying my fangs in his neck again. I bite him hard as I growl my release. And
gods, I'm far from finished with him.
I pull him off me and throw him on the coffee table, face down. I thrust inside him hard and he moans as his cock rubs against the table. That's it, Lindsey. Never forget who the master is and who you are.
"GUUUUH."
I got a degree from Harvard Law school and this is what he's done to me. 'Ungh,
Erk, and Guuuuh.' Shit. I am GOING to see Angel's face when he comes.... later.
Right now, I think I'll just stick with "UNNNNNNNNNGH!"
I grab
onto the edge of the coffee table as he starts driving into me. I push back to
meet his thrusts and then forward to rub my cock against the table.
"Angelpleaseyeahhardershitfasterfucksodamngood!" A little more
coherent, that time. But I don't think he's paying any attention, cuz he's
still not fucking me hard enough to make me come. And I need to come so bad it
hurts. "ANGEL!" I yell. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease."
Hopefully he can decipher that.
And there's
the begging! Nice. He's a little more resilient than I thought. But sooner or
later... I *am* the Master.
A
pound into him harder, but not hard enough yet. Just a little to make him
squirm before I bury my fangs in his neck again and growl as I come again. I
don't even think he can hold anymore, but it doesn't stop me.
"SHIT!"
I moan when he pulls his fangs out of me.
Because
he came, but I'm still hard. I could cry. "Angel, please, fuck. I need to
come. PLEASE make me come!" Yeah, he's got me begging, but at this point
I'd write him a damn SONG if it would get him to make me COME!
I place my hand on his cock and he sighs in relief before he realizes that I'm not moving it.
I
bang my head on the table a few times, but that just makes my head hurt.
"Fuck, Angel, tell me what you want." Whining, shit, I just *know*
he's enjoying this. Too bad - or maybe good - I can't see his face. Just the
table. I need to have a talk with the maid, because it needs a good dusting.
"Look
at me." I say and he sits up, ass on the table, smearing me all over it. I
smile before looking at him. "Never, in a million years, will you *ever*
own *me*." And then I wait for some kind of nod or gesture of
understanding.
Shit.
"In case you missed it, I'm the one begging *you* to fuck *me*..."
Okay, Lins. Sarcasm may not be a good idea. "Wait," I say as he
stands, sure he's planning on locating his clothes and leaving.
"Sorry." And I hope he realizes that I can count on one hand the
number of times I've said that and *meant* it.
"Look,
Angel, I get it," I say, running my hand through my hair. "You're in
control here. What I meant to say, when I had a fit of sarcasm, was that you've
always had the control over me, not the other way around." And I don't
just mean tonight, but he doesn't have to know that.
"Please
don't leave. Can we just have one night that doesn't end with one of us getting
angry at the other and leaving?"
THE BED
I smile and walk back over to the table. I stand behind him and pull him back against me. "Anything I do here, is voluntary, Lindsey. No one will ever control *me*." I say and he nods as I rub my cock against his back. I nod and then yank him off the table. He screams in protest as I drag him into his bedroom and throw him on the bed. He just looks up at me and I just smile before slowly licking my way up his leg towards his throbbing, angry erection.
Oh
fuck. "Yes, Angel. Please. PLEASE. God I want it... need it." I meet
his eyes and he grins. And I wonder how long he's gonna make me wait before he
sucks my cock. If he's gonna.
"Want
what?" I ask innocently as I run my finger up the length of him.
I
whimper and arch up into his touch. "Whatever... you're planning... on
doing... please." And then I have a flash of brilliance... I hope.
"You
own me. You have complete control... you're the master here," I say,
meeting his eyes so he can see I'm not joking around. It's a little truer than
I want it to be. "You can do whatever you want or tell me to do whatever
you want. And I'll like it. And scream your name as I come."
I
don't wanna be the fucking Master. The thought just floors me. Why the hell do
*I* have to master everyone? I look at him. Oh yeah. I remember. I growl and he
swallows hard. Cause I like it.
*That's*
why.
"Damn
straight you'll scream my name." I say before kissing my way up his thighs
and I hear him whimpering as I do. And when my mouth touches the head of his
cock he jerks up. I place my hands on his hips and push him back onto the bed.
He thrashes around as I lick around him. He's whimpering and moaning, most
likely in pain from denied release. I'm not *that* mean.
I take his cock in my mouth and suck it right now into my throat without preamble.
"AAANGEL!"
I scream and I ... well I would've bucked up against him but he's got a grip on
me. "Oh fuck, yeah. So good. Angel. Please don't stop."
I clutch at the sheets as I try to catch my breath. He's
not gonna let me do that, though. I'm so damn close but he's not moving yet,
just looking up at me. "Shit. You wanna see a grown man cry?" I'm
half-joking.
I
release his cock and look up at him. "Yes." I say and the fucking
look on his face is just priceless, as if he might just cry. I laugh,
"Sarcasm only leads to trouble." I say before slurping him down once
again and he moans.
I
start bobbing my head up and down and I can't remember that last time I did
this. I mean, I'm not typically the cocksucker in the relations- during sex.
But... it's Lindsey. I need to know how he tastes. I'm not sure why, but I'm
not gonna think it over too much.
I release his hips and he's got his hands in my hair and he's thrusting into my mouth and that's cool. I work my throat muscles around him to pull him deeper and squeeze.
When
he says yes, I'm pretty much ready to burst into tears. Fuck the fact that I'm
supposed to be cool, calm and collected. At the moment, I'm horny and
frustrated. And then he relents and mumbles something about the dangers of
sarcasm. But I don't have time to really process what he says because he takes
my cock back into his throat and this time I say, "OOOOOOOHhhhhhhh
yeah."
And
then he starts sucking me, truly. And I've NEVER, EVER had anyone give me such
an amazing blowjob. I whimper and writhe under him, my head thrashing around.
Suddenly
he lets go of my hips and hesitantly, I bury my hands in his hair. He doesn't
seem to mind so I lift my hips a little. He doesn't protest so I keep thrusting
into his mouth.
"Fuck, Angel. Feels so good," I whimper and
then he deep-throats me. "Shit, Angel, I'm gonna come," I warn.
You better. I think and laugh as I do. He jerks inside my mouth and I decide he needs it and I'll be nice. I growl loudly, letting it vibrate throughout my being.
"AAAAAANGEEEEEEEEL!" I thrust into him one last
time, as I climax, my semen shooting down his throat.
Good
boy, I think as I continue sucking him down. Gods, he tastes good. I never
thought... never imagined that I'd know him intimately. I thought it was some
wet dream, given to me in order to torture me.
SO
either it was and the PTB have majorly fucked up, or it's time I get a little
something for myself. But it doesn't matter. Whatever. That's what I say.
I let him slip from my mouth and rest my head on his
stomach. "What now?" I ask.
"You're asking a guy who's currently melting through
the mattress," I say with a grin. "What did *you* have in mind?"
I kiss his navel a little before putting my head back
down. "Sleep?" I ask.
I don't wanna sleep. I mean, don't get me wrong. I am so
thoroughly fucked... in a good way, that I probably do need to sleep. But if I
fall asleep and he's not here when I wake up....
I
just stay there for a few minutes. He's probably thinking. I know *I* am. I
knew I shouldn't have come to the bed. I knew it'd be harder to leave, because
inevitably, that's what will happen. Even if I *do* stay a week, or two... I
will leave. It's what I do. I've at least learned that much. I've at least
learned not to let people get emotionally attached to me. Luckily, Lindsey's
too smart for that.
I crawl up the bed and I can see how tired he is. "Sleep." I say as I kiss his forehead. "Just sleep." I whisper.
I nod, because what else am I gonna do? I've done a lot
of -- too much -- letting Angel see the real me, tonight. But he's not gonna
see the needy side. So I roll onto my side, my back to him and try not to think
about the odds that he'll have disappeared by the time I wake up.
I close my eyes and try to sleep but all I can think
about is that Angel's in my bed. In MY bed. So close I could reach out and
touch him. No.
Shit, it would've been better if he'd just left. Leaving
angry, even. That works for us. We did the leaving *not* angry thing, once
before. And I don't remember the month that followed, because I was busy trying
to drink myself to death.
Fuck, Lins, stop that brain of yours and go to sleep.
He turned away from me. I know that it's best. I know
that I *should* just get up and walk out while I know he's awake. But I'm too much
of a coward. So I reach over and pull him against me. "Lindsey..." I
start, but nothing can really cover it. "You know that-"
"Don't," I say. "I know. I just... don't
need to hear it out loud, okay?" But I'm not going to give up the offer of
a little comfort. So I relax against him and feel like I just might be able to
fall asleep now.
I hold him and listen to his breathing the rest of the
night and at a half an hour before dawn, I get dressed and leave him there, in
bed. I'd love to see the sunlight come in and kiss his skin, but that is not
mine to see. I've had my encounter with him. I kiss his forehead quick before
whispering, "I'm far from done with you, Lindsey McDonald. It's just not
our time." And then I leave.
Shit. What's that ringing in my head? Ugh. Alarm clock. I
find it and throw it across the room... I gotta make a note to tell my
secretary to buy me a new one. I sit up and oooooooh FUCK ME, I have the
hangover from Hell. Hangover. Drinking. Ugh. Angel. Shit. Fucking. Not so ugh.
I look over and am not surprised to see that he's gone. But it still hurts.
And I gotta go to work. I stumble to the bathroom and
open the medicine cabinet. Huh? There's a business card next to the aspirin? I
take it out and read it.
"Angel Investigations: We Help the Hopeless... Angel. Okay." I turn it over and see the quick note. "If you're ever in L.A., give me a call. We can get drunk together, again." I can't help smiling.
Yeah, something tells me we're far from done. I mean, what the fucking weird kind of coincidence is it that we end up in the same bar, which happens to be an absolute dive, in a city as big as New York? Yeah, I'll probably run into you again some time, Angel. Looking forward to it, now.
~El Fin~
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