Fading, Falling

Happens after Reprise

Fading, Falling

Head pounding and spinning, muscles cramped and screaming, it wasn’t an altogether strange way for him to wake up. Waking up naked and shackled to the wall, arms stretched high above his head…that was new.

What the fuck?

Squinting through bloodshot blue eyes, Lindsey tried to focus on his surroundings, but the pain in his head made things blur and roll. As his stomach spun queasily, he gave up and leaned his head backwards against the cool wall, trying to think. What the fuck happened last night?

Angel had stormed into the meeting and stopped Darla from whatever she had planned to do with the glove. While he was pulling people off of Darla, Angel had attacked the Kleynach with the glove, dissolving it, and crashed through the window. Lindsey had helped Darla to her feet and she had run out, leaving him standing there with Lilah staring daggers at him for bloodying her lip.

Bitch shouldn’t have gone after Darla.

He had driven home, after that, to wait for Darla. It had been hours later when he had finally fallen asleep on the couch. There had been a storm, and that was the last thing he remembered.

Wracking his brain, he finally recalled a nightmare, far into the night. One involving mocking laughter and open windows, blowing sheets of cold rain into the living room, memories of cold hands and… something hard connecting with the back of his head.

Fuck.

He groaned, the sick twisting sensation of betrayal, a feeling he should be damned used to by now, eating away at his mind. Goddamned Angel, had to be. And he hadn't invited the arrogant, bumbling hero in. Which meant…

“Darla,” he bit out in a curse, his voice raspy and throat raw and dry. You’ll never learn, McDonald. When are you gonna figure out that trying to help someone is the best and quickest way to get stabbed in the back?

He jumped, startled, at the loud clapping sound, gasping in pain as his abused muscles protested. Eyes opening and darting around the room, he tried to get his legs to hold him up more, to take some of the pressure off of his screaming shoulders.

At the low chuckle, his eyes flared wide and searched the dark corner of the room, blinking hard to try to clear his vision. Angel stepped out of the shadows, languidly clapping his hands, with a cruelly amused smirk on his face.

“Got it right in one guess, boy. Now aren’t you the smart one,” the half-dressed vampire taunted, moving closer until he stood a few steps from Lindsey, watching him with a slight tilt to his head.

When he saw the half-healed bloody scratch marks curling from the powerful shoulders, down the pale muscular arms, he snarled silently at the dark vampire, feeling his throat close at the sickening realization that really should have hit him sooner, like.. oh, when he realized that Darla had had to have let Angel in his apartment, maybe? Fuckin’ bitch. She went back to him last night.

Holding out one of his arms, Angel looked down at it and then back up into Lindsey’s eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Oh, come on, Linds. Don’t tell me this surprises you? She was mine for centuries, boy, long before you ever knew her. And she was never.. ever.. yours.” Angel’s eyes went cold and black as he bit out the last few words, which might have worried him any other time, but lately he just didn’t care enough to bother.

Grinding his teeth, Lindsey ignored the silky voice telling him what he already knew, what he didn’t really want to hear rubbed in by the very asshole who was the source of all of his problems, and closed his eyes, lying his head back against the wall. “What the hell do you want, Angel? Have you finally lost your fuckin’ mind?”

The low purring laugh vibrated against his chest and he opened his eyes, startled, to find the vampire a whole hell of a lot closer than he should have been. Black eyes stared into pale blue for a moment, as Angel lightly, in just a whisper of a touch, ghosted his body against Lindsey’s, making every hair on his body stand up.

Then the vampire backed off a step, winking lazily at him as he shook his head. “No, but thanks to you- and I mean it, thanks- I have 'lost my fuckin’’ soul.”

“Shit.”

“Mm,” Angelus agreed, still staring at him with a speculative look in his eyes. As if he knew all of the secrets of the universe and was darkly amused about what was about to happen any moment.

It wasn’t a comforting feeling.

“So we help you lose your soul and give you back your sire and the thanks I get is to be chained up against the wall, naked? Always knew you were a kinky bastard.”

Another low, purring laugh, and Angelus stepped closer, off to the side, running a broad hand along Lindsey’s chest and making a chill ghost down his spine. “Ah, you don’ know how many times Angel pictured you like this, boy. Chained up and helpless.”

Growling low in his throat, Lindsey kicked out at the vampire, the cold hand on his hot skin making him tingle in ways he didn’t really want to explore at the moment. Angel’s next words had him freezing, though, and had his mind racing.

“Don’ worry, Linds, I’m not Angel. He wanted to simply beat you bloody, and while you will be…bloody, it’s not beatin’ you I’ma wantin'. For now,” he purred, sidestepping the kick aimed at his legs with an easy grace, rubbing his leather-clad erection against Lindsey’s naked thigh.

“I’d rather you killed me,” he bit out, edging away, and the vampire laughed. Cool, iron-hard hands grasped at his hips and held him still as Angelus nuzzled along his collarbone, finally murmuring against the pounding pulse there, “Oh, I will. Just not yet.”

Great, raped up the ass and killed, all in one night. Could life get any fuckin’ worse?

“What, you lose your soul and come back with the urge to fuck anything on two legs?” he growled, yanking his head to the side and away from the soft lips on his neck. A warning rumble started in the vampire’s chest and cold hands came up to lock his shoulders in place as Angelus licked over his pulse, flicking his tongue against it.

“No,” the dark haired vampire told him, with one last lick over his neck, “I’m a bit more selective than that. This face of yours,” he said, his hands sliding up to capture Lindsey’s head in his palms, thumbs stroking almost gently over his cheekbones, “this face could tempt a saint.”

Nuzzling the side of his face, Angelus brushed his cool cheek against Lindsey’s warm one, before looking him in the eyes a moment, lips so close to touching that Lindsey could feel them, the cool soft flesh whispering over his, “And Linds? I’m no saint.”

Then in a move quicker than Lindsey could react to, those cool lips were on his, tongue parting them and invading his mouth, stroking silkily against his, touching every sensitive recess. Head spinning with the unexpectedness of it, he felt himself react helplessly, every touch of that cool tongue sending jolts of pleasure down his spine.

When his mind finally caught up with his traitorous body, he tried to jerk his head away, to struggle, but the vampire’s hold was implacable. Fuck, this is not happening. I am not goin’ to get fucked by my lover’s lover, not by Angel. Angel?! he silently screamed at the heavens, knowing very well that nothing up there had anything to do with the mortals trapped down where he was.

As if the vampire was reading his mind, he chuckled low, murmuring against his bruised lips, “There's no shame in giving in to me, Lindsey. I’ve always been the best at what I do and you have to remember…I’m not Angel.”

“Why me?” he ground out, still trying to move his head away from the heavy grip it was held in, away from those damnable sensations the vampire was capable of ripping from him. “I told you,” Angelus purred into his ear, voice smoky and rough, “you’re a beautiful man, Linds. Aside from that, none of this would be happening if it weren't for you. Such persistance deserves a ..reward, don't you think?”

Brows coming together in a scowl, he snapped out, “So you rape and kill me? I think you have fuckin’ lost your mind cause that made the least sense of anything you’ve said yet.”

Making a sound of impatience in the back of his throat, Angelus stepped back and calmly backhanded him hard across the face, splitting open his lower lip. “I really don’t need to explain myself to you, boy, and it would do you a world of good to remember that. Besides,” he murmured idly, licking the blood off of his fingers, “you won’t be dead long.”

“Fuck,” Lindsey yelped, feeling a sense of real fear for the first time that night. He was tired, so fuckin’ tired of living with everything he’d done, everything he knew. Every day it was harder and harder to get out of bed and try to convince the world he was still playing his part.

Death wouldn’t have bothered him too much, even knowing what was in store on the other side for people like him. Eternity with it all, being tied to this man and the woman who had ripped his heart out to give it to her lover to eat, that would be living hell.

Starting to struggle for the first time that night, he tried to wrench his hands out of the chains holding them above his head. Hands. Meaning, plural, as in two of. Which wouldn’t be anything to write home about, but last night he’d only had the one.

Jerking his head towards the ceiling, he gaped at the hand that was attached to the stump that had been there last night. A circle of black stitches wrapped around it, holding the dead hand to his living flesh. The itching pain from the stitches was all he could feel, the hand dead and lifeless.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” he shouted, feeling his stomach roil at the sight, tugging frantically against the heavy iron chains. Angelus tsk’d him and grabbed at his arms to hold him still. “Now, don’t be goin’ and ruinin’ all my hard work. You can’t be a proper vampire with only one hand. Not that I’ve ever tried to stick a dead hand to the living before I turn them and see if it re-attaches, but I’m always up for a little experimenting.”

“Fuckin’ asshole, you’re the one who cut it off in the first place! You’ve got no right to complain if it’s gone,” he snarled out, before the ludicrousness of the situation made him start snickering, then full out laughing, a hysterical edge to it as he watched the vampire’s consternation.

“Already drove him over the edge, Angelus? Can’t you make a childe that isn’t mad?” came Darla’s quietly amused voice from the dark stairway, and both male heads turned her way, Angelus frowning and Lindsey still helplessly laughing.

“He’s not mad, he just doesn’t appreciate his little gift,” the vampire told her with a slight sulk in his voice. Which just drove Lindsey to another fit of laughter.

“It’s a fuckin’ corpse’s hand, Angel, I’m not exactly gonna say thanks for it,” he finally gasped out, tears of delirious hilarity rolling down his face, even as his mind whispered that he was losing it, the situation wasn’t the least bit funny.

Making a moue of distaste, Darla turned back towards the stairs, giving a soft smile to Lindsey, which he ignored, his mind too fucked with dealing with Angelus to bother with her, too, before telling Angelus, “Don’t take too long, Dr. Frankenstein, Dru is anxious to meet her baby brother, and I’m tired of listening to her.”

“Ah, you found her then. Tell her I’ll be up shortly, but remind her that it will take a few days before she has a brother. I don’t want her down here messing with him after we go to bed.”

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Darla nodded and walked back up the stairs, closing the door quietly. Angelus turned back to Lindsey, who was staring sullenly at the floor, all traces of laughter gone from his face.

“Come now, it won’t be so bad. Without that damned conscience of yours to keep trippin’ you up, you’ll be a lot happier. Long as you do what I tell you to, anyway,” he said, stepping close to him.

Lindsey laughed bitterly, a harsh un-amused sound, “Like you give a fuck whether I’m happy. Just get it over with, Angel, I’m sick of listening to you.” The harsh blow across his face came as no surprise, and was nothing new in their ‘relationship’, but the soft stroking of cool fingers along his brow and the silky swipes of tongue over his torn mouth was different.

“Insolent. Reminds me of William,” came the dark velvet voice, pressing open mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “Gonna have so much fun breakin’ you in, Lindsey.”

Closing his eyes against the unfamiliar tender touches of those soft cool hands and lips, Lindsey shivered at the growled out words. Running his hands along the slender, taut body, Angelus murmured as he bit softly at Lindsey’s chin, “By the time I’m done with you, boy, you’re gonna be beggin’ me to never stop in that husky drawl of yours, you’re gonna crawl for me, Linds, gonna be mine and only mine.”

“I hate you,” he whispered, feeling his body slowly betray him, the voice in his mind, the same one that had gotten him hooked up with Wolfram and Hart, urging him to give in, that this was the better deal. The parts of him that the firm hadn’t yet corrupted screamed at him, wanting to die before giving in to the pure evil that had just wrapped a cool, brutal hand around his hard erection.

“I know,” the vampire replied, a wicked smile flickering across his face as he licked over Lindsey’s lips, roughly fisting his cock. “Makes it all the more sweet when you submit. And you will, Linds, make no mistake about that,” he promised, dark smoldering eyes watching Lindsey's face as he gasped helplessly, body trembling from the erotic abuse.

Continuing the brutal strokes, Angelus licked and bit his way from one shoulder to the other, sucking and nuzzling at the sensitive skin of his throat like a big untamed cat. The fear, anticipation, of the bite, of being drained, along with the heady sensations the vampire was causing and the painful jolts of pleasure coming from his cock caused Lindsey to whimper low in his throat, hips starting to buck towards the harsh touch instead of away.

“Mm,” Angelus purred out approvingly, whispering huskily in his ear, “Whimper again for me, Linds, tell me how much you want me. You’re gonna come for me Lindsey, like a good boy, then I’m gonna fuck you raw, s’gonna hurt so good, till you’re screamin’ with it. Then I’m gonna sink m’teeth so far inside your neck it’s gonna be like I’m fuckin’ you twice and you’re gonna howl with it, baby, gonna beg for more.”

The words and the faster, firmer strokes on his achingly hard cock were too much, his head spinning wildly as his body shook helplessly, mind protesting and screaming in denial even as his muscles locked. Colors flared blindingly behind his closed eyelids as he cried out harshly, shuddering and jerking, coming all over Angelus’ fist. At the pleased rumble coming from the vampire, Lindsey opened his eyes into blue slits, panting and sobbing for air as he watched Angelus unfasten his pants with one hand, fisting his large erection.

With the other hand, the vampire smeared the viscous liquid over the hard flesh, making Lindsey’s stomach tighten and his breath catch hard in his throat as he realized what was coming next. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn’t happening to me.

Backing up as far as he could against the hard wall, he snarled at the vampire, but Angelus only laughed and kicked his legs apart, stepping in between them. Grasping Lindsey’s hips in both hands, he picked him up while Lindsey squirmed to get away. Nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck, Angelus chuckled against his still-pounding pulse and moved his grip down to Lindsey’s thighs, parting them easily and holding them still.

At the first silky cool touch against his puckered opening, Lindsey writhed and cursed, spitting at the vampire, but Angelus simply drove his hips forward and yanked on Lindsey’s thighs, seating himself fully inside. Biting deep into his bottom lip, Lindsey tried to breathe through the agony spearing through him, red flaring up behind his eyes as he felt himself tear, smelled his blood in the cold air.

Won’t scream, I won’t scream. Not giving him the fuckin’ satisfaction.

But fuck, it hurt. If someone drove a knife through his guts, surely it wouldn’t hurt this fuckin’ much. Freezing all movement, trying to not even breathe, he sat impaled, helpless, feeling himself throb painfully around the iron-hard flesh in his ass.

Instead of the pounding thrusts he expected Angelus to make, to make it as painful and humiliating as possible for him, he felt a soothing cool hand stroke over his abdomen, across the tight muscles twitching there. After a few tense moments, he relaxed a small bit under the soft touches, allowing himself to breathe.

The hand slid back down to re-grasp his tense thigh after a minute, and Angelus leaned forward to slowly, softly, lick away the blood streaming from his bruised and torn lip. When he felt himself moving into the silken caress, he almost started laughing in hysteria again, over craving the comfort of his rapist while said rapist was currently balls deep in his ass.

Feeling frustrated tears form in his eyes over the whole fucked up and helpless situation, he leaned his head forward to rest his forehead on the cool shoulder of the vampire, the fight leaving his body. A purr started in the chest he was pressed up against, a purr he knew was from his capitulation, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care at that moment.

Slowly, gently, Angelus’ hips started to move, sliding him in and out of Lindsey’s aching body. While it still hurt, still burned, the pain wasn’t as knife-edge as it had been. His muscles and shoulders still spasmed and ached, his ass was on fire with every stroke, but even then, he just hung there helplessly, accepting the pain, accepting whatever was going to happen.

It was almost a nice thought, that he had absolutely no control over any of it, so there was nothing he had to do, nothing he could do. A weight seemed to be lifting from his shoulders... but that could have been from the blood loss or his brain leaking out his ears.

Because surely his brain was gone if he was just going to hang there and let the bastard take him.

Eyes flying open, he raised his head and started to struggle again, ignoring the flaring agony when he did. “Shh, don’ start fightin’ me now, Linds, its pointless and you’ll just hurt yerself. If anyone’s going to hurt you, it’s gonna be me, so be a good boy and calm back down,” Angelus growled in his ear.

“Fuck you,” he gasped out, twisting his head away. The dark laugh vibrated the skin of his neck as Angelus gripped his hips tighter and started thrusting into him with more solid strokes. “You lawyers, such a way with words.”

A cry of pain escaped before he could stop it and black eyes bore down into his. “I love the sounds you make, boy, be they of pain or pleasure. S’up to you which ones they’ll be.”

Shaking his head against the wall, Lindsey closed his eyes to the darkly beautiful face of the devil driving into him. Didn’t want anything from him, just wanted it over. Sure as fuck didn’t want pleasure from him.

“Have it your way, then, but don’ be thinkin’ this’ll be the end of it, Linds. You’ll beg me ta fuck you soon enough, beg and scream for me, I’ve got eternity to break you, boy,” he snarled, and with that, started pounding into Lindsey, harder and faster, until he couldn’t suppress the pained moans, choked cries.

Blazing gold eyes stared down into his and he realized he hadn’t even noticed Angelus changing. The brutal yet beautiful face of the demon sent shivers up and down his spine, mixing with the agonizing jolts of pain and caused his head to spin dizzily.

Searing cold heat went through his veins as Angelus buried his fangs deep into the side of his neck, making him convulse in agony before waves of hot pleasure swamped his body. A low whimpering noise filled the room and dazedly, he realized it was coming from him.

Isn’t it enough you let him kill me? Do you have to fuckin’ make me like it, too? he growled at the Fates, before the knife edge of agony and ecstasy collided, making him cry out hoarsely as he came again, body shaking where it hung, helpless to do anything but ride it out.

On and on, it went, as Angelus drained mouthful after mouthful of his blood, making his head spin and his eyes close, tremors of pleasure still wracking his body as the last few breaths of life still in him were panted out into silky raven locks of hair. Finally withdrawing his fangs with a feral snarl, Angelus lifted his bloodstained face from his neck and captured his lips in a hungry kiss, filling Lindsey’s mouth with his own blood as he gasped and choked.

Body shuddering, Angelus came deep inside of him, holding up the weakened body in a fierce mockery of an embrace. Distantly feeling the human's heart stutter, he drew back and bit into his wrist, drawing Lindsey’s head down to the wound. He held his mouth against the bleeding gash, knowing that eventually Lindsey would give in and drink, so that he could get away from the thick, pouring blood.

Smiling in quiet triumph as he felt the human start to swallow, he carded his fingers through the long, soft hair, rubbing Lindsey’s skull gently. The boy would make a perfect childe, once he got past his rebellious stage. He would break the boy to him, but he never wanted to take away that fire.

When he had drank enough, Angelus firmly tugged him away, suppressing a surprised chuckle and moan of pleasure when Lindsey bit down hard and ground his teeth into the skin on the vampire’s wrist. Yeah, I'll have fun breakin’ this one.

“Still fuckin’ hate you,” Lindsey whispered almost soundlessly, eyes flickering closed as his heart stuttered again for the last time, stopping.

Angelus just smiled.