Alone in the expansive library of Wolfram and Hart, Lindsey sighed in frustration, anger and tiredness. It was barely past midnight and the glare of the reading lamp was stinging his eyes. He didn't care. Angel had cut off his hand and therefore he must die. Normal methods of killing the vampire had failed. More extreme methods were necessary and Lindsey would be the one to find them.

"Demon spawn!" he cursed as he threw another ancient text across the room. "He will pay!"

He thumped his hand on the table and screamed in pain. His momentarily forgotten stump of a right hand was now pounding blood on the inside.

"Damn him!"

He fell back against his chair and ran his left hand through his hair, dragging the strands of fringe out of his vision. Closing his eyes for a moment, he breathed deeply and forced himself to calm down. Slowly he opened his eyes, allowing them to focus on the bookcase in front of him. Standing up from his chair, he dragged his weary body over to the shelves and grabbed a heavy tome that had been lying on its side. He flipped through it absently, barely believing it could contain what he was looking for when the last hundred books hadn't.

Suddenly, his eye caught the word 'masturbation' in ancient Akkadian on the page in front of him. Instinctively, he let himself read the entire sentence.

"'The severing of a hand is done by one being to another as a sign of sexual interest. The severer now accepts responsibility for servicing the severed with masturbation.'"

Lindsey sat down heavily on his chair, aghast. A few minutes passed and his jaw was still hanging loosely as his eyes stared as those two sentences. His mind was working overtime as the revelation of what he had just read intruded into every part of his brain.
Denial: Well, there's no guarantee Angel even knew of this text...
Logic: Of course he's heard of it. It's not that obscure a text...
Anger: The bastard cut off my hand just so he could *wank* me?!...
Fear: Christ, he's determined!...
Pride: He'd better be good at it...
Panic: What am I thinking?! Why am I even considering him *wanking* me?!...
Reason: He's damn sexy. Of course I like him...
Lust: His strong grip on my cock...

Lindsey gulped hard as he let the image of Angel masturbating him flow through his mind.

"Working late?"

The voice crashed into Lindsey's mind and startled him roughly back into reality. He jumped in his chair and looked up guiltily at the old man standing next to him as though his thoughts could be read by that smiling facade.

"Just researching," Lindsey stammered quickly as he waved around the book in his hand as proof.

His boss maintained his smile, but Lindsey knew that in their profession no one ever showed what they were really thinking.

"Researching what?"

"Ways to kill Angel," replied Lindsey, his mask of calm back in place. His mind though was interested to note his complete lack of desire to carry out his words. "But I'm done, so I'll go," he added quickly and stood up from his chair. He hesitated a split second to see if he would be allowed to leave without any further questions, and seeing that he was, he returned the book to its shelf and slipped out of the room.

Upon exiting the building, Lindsey stood in the cold night outside, his heart pounding in his chest. He breathed a few deep breaths which helped a little.

//Why am I so nervous?// he thought to himself, trying to justify his racing heart. //It must be fear of doing something wrong, bad reports from my boss, things like that can be fatal...yes...//

Even as he thought those words, he knew that wasn't entirely the truth. He was nervous because of Angel. He was scared that his boss might have known his thoughts about the vampire, and he was scared because he was thinking such thoughts in the first place.

//Home// Lindsey thought. //I'll just go home and I'll feel better in the morning//

He made his way to the company carpark and locked himself securely inside his car. After all, at Wolfram and Hart, you can never be fully sure of what lurks in the shadows. Driving out into the street, he let his thoughts drift slightly as he followed his usual route home.

//What the hell am I going to do when I next run into Angel?// he thought, his mind offering split second glimpses of the possibilities. Maybe a calm meeting, maybe a fight, maybe sex... //What?! No!// Lindsey's mind screamed at him, but as the mental image of a night with Angel came into play he had to slam on the brakes to stop himself from crashing his car as the emotions overcame him. He sat quietly behind the wheel for a moment clutching the steering wheel hard, breathing deeply.

//I want it// he thought to himself as he acknowledged his reaction. Looking down at his trousers, he noticed his body had realised what he wanted far before his mind. "I want Angel."

***

He drove in silence for a while, his mind still elsewhere. A moment later he pulled over to the curb and parked his car. Reaching automatically for his suitcase, he grabbed it and stepped out into the street, looking up at the tall building he was standing in front of.

//What?!//

He was at Angel's home.

He stood stunned for a moment as he tried to work out how he'd managed to drive there. After a time of retrospection, his final thoughts were that his mind was so focused on Angel that it had taken him where he wanted to go. He breathed a deep sigh and accepted the fact that he would have to face Angel, sooner or later. He might as well get it over and done with now. Walking up to the entrance of the building, he knocked lightly on the door, half hoping the vampire wouldn't be home so he could just return to the safety of his own house.

//No such luck// he told himself as he noticed the shadow of Angel walking up to the door. The vampire stood looking out at him through the glass for a moment, his expression carefully blank. Lindsey was about to turn away, thinking he wasn't to be invited in, when the door lock clicked open. Lindsey hovered on the doorstep, unsure of what he was going to say, let alone how Angel would react. Angel just stood leaning against the doorway, his face its usual show of impassivity. "I was wondering how long you would take to find out," the vampire finally said.

Lindsey stared in shock for lack of anything better to do. Pushing his way through the door, he strode into the centre of the room and paced restlessly back and forth.

"How can you be so calm about this?!" he almost yelled, accepting no small talk would be needed. "Do you realise what you've done?"

Angel nodded and shrugged his shoulders in a carefree manner.

"I cut off your hand so I can wank you. Problem?"

Lindsey knew he was being baited, but was prepared to let it happen a while longer for his pride's sake.

"Well, you're not going to get your wish!"

Angel gave him a smirk and paced slowly over to the young man. Lindsey instinctively backed away but the wall behind him stopped his movement.

"Did you come all the way here just to tell me you don't want it?" Angel half-purred, his body stopping a millimetre away from Lindsey's slight form. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll leave you alone," he continued. "At least, in regards to this matter," he added with a small twist of his face, unreadable.

Lindsey stared into Angel's eyes and his mind fell back into the fantasies of the vampire masturbating him. He thought it was a mistake. It was dangerous. Who knew what Wolfram and Hart would do if they found out...

"NO!" Lindsey almost yelled. Calming down slightly, he clarified his position. "No, I don't want this." He met Angel's gaze surely. Yet his expression turned to one of confusion when the vampire's grin just widened.

"Are you sure that is a unanimous decision from all of your body?" Angel asked teasingly, eyeing Lindsey's cock with hungry eyes.

Lindsey snapped his line of vision down to his groin, where, with a gasp, he noticed his fully erect cock digging sharply into Angel's thigh.

"Damn!" he swore, unsure of how to proceed from that revelation. Angel stopped him from having to make the decision by reaching one hand down to the young man's cock and stroking it lightly through his suit pants. Lindsey bit his lip and groaned loudly as his hips reflexively thrust into Angel's light grip.

"You *sure* you don't want this?" Angel teased, knowing full well what Lindsey's answer would be.

"Shut up and take me to your bed."

Angel laughed softly at Lindsey's sudden change of heart and shifted his grip from the young man's cock over to his wrist. He then gently yet insistently pulled Lindsey in the direction of the elevator shaft, ignoring the lawyer's light moan of dismay that Angel had stopped masturbating him to do so. Pausing before pulling the gates down, Angel turned his gaze to meet Lindsey's eyes.

"Your choice ends here," he said. Whether it was a comment or a warning, Lindsey was unsure. "I won't allow you to change your mind later."

Lindsey nodded, understanding the terms. He could leave now and Angel would never mention it again, or he could go down to the lower level with the vampire and accept Angel's right to masturbate him from that moment on. In Lindsey's mind, it wasn't a difficult decision.

"Shut the gates," he said.

***

By the time they reached Angel's bedroom, Lindsey was beginning to feel slightly nervous. Or maybe it was just anticipation. Either way, he felt he was getting in over his head, yet he felt no compulsion to run.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Angel said, as though reading his thoughts. "Unless masturbation's something you don't like...?" he added, the side of his mouth lifting into a slight grin.

Lindsey relaxed and grinned back.

"You know, I think I prefer you as the silent type," he retorted as he lay back on Angel's bed. "But if you'd rather just talk instead, then fine... I mean *you* were the one who went to all the trouble of getting *me*."

Angel chose to respond in actions rather than words. Lindsey had barely finished his sentence before Angel was across the room and had flattened him to the bed, his larger body lying full-spread upon Lindsey's smaller frame.

"You know," whispered Angel, his voice full of lust, "I think I prefer you as the silent type." A slight smirk twisted his face as he mimicked Lindsey's previous words. He then pulled himself up to a sitting position and straddled the young man's waist gently but firmly. He reached down slowly and almost playfully began unbuttoning Lindsey's shirt, smiling ever so slightly as he heard the lawyer's small intake of breath at the contact. When the length of the shirt was open, Angel pulled it free from Lindsey's body and allowed it to drop beside the bed. He then loosened Lindsey's tie and pulled it off over his head, throwing it far across the room, forgotten. Sliding his fingers gently down the young man's bare stomach, Angel slowly unzipped the designer pants and pulled them and the silk boxers underneath down Lindsey's legs, unstraddling the lawyer to pull them and his shoes off until there was nothing left to remove.

"Are you going to be naked too?" Lindsey asked, unsure of why he asked.

"You don't think physical stimulation will be enough for you?" Angel teased, yet began removing his own clothes as he spoke. Soon he was as naked as the man next to him. He straddled Lindsey again, yet this time over his thighs rather than his waist.

"You won't regret this," was all he said and Lindsey felt the words were more of a prediction than a boast.

Relaxing back, Lindsey allowed the experience to begin.

Gently, Angel reached his hand down to Lindsey's cock and stroked one long finger down the length of it, playfully twirling the digit around the tip as he heard a sharp gasp come from the young man's mouth. Allowing a self-indulgent moment to watch Lindsey squirm beneath him, Angel then curved his hand around the fully erect cock and began torturously slow movements, up and down, ever so slowly, movements that made Lindsey cry out in frustration.

"Faster!...Bastard!...*Faster*!!..."

Angel laughed aloud and while he thought for a moment that teasing Lindsey further would be fun, he also knew that touching the young man so intimately was driving his own body mad with lust. Quickening the pace, Angel saw Lindsey throw his head hard back against the pillow in arousal, baring the flushed skin of his throat. The vampire growled, a low instinctual reaction to the perfect sight before him. Yet he had no conscious urge to drink the blood; the only inner part of Lindsey he wanted was what he was coaxing out from lower down the lawyer's body.

Suddenly a thought entered Angel's mind. He smirked. Focusing all his attention down to the hand he had wrapped around Lindsey's cock, he allowed his vampire abilities to take over his body. His hand quickened its pace in reaction to the new supernatural speed available to him. Lindsey moaned loudly, his hips buckling, sweat dripping from his forehead as he was thrown into a wilder level of ecstasy. His own cold body aroused by the sight of Lindsey squirming beneath him, Angel stared hungrily at the muscles flexing spasmodically underneath the heated flesh of the young man's body as it writhed uncontrollably under his firm grasp.

Finally, the supernatural speed of Angel's movements were too much for Lindsey's mortal body, and the young lawyer screamed in release, his hands grabbing the bars behind his head, his hips buckling high, his face clenched in ecstasy as he came hard into Angel's awaiting mouth.

***

Many long moments passed as Lindsey lay still, his body slowly recovering from exhaustion. Angel lay quietly on the bed next to him, waiting patiently for the lawyer's first words. He didn't have to wait much longer.

"Didn't realise you were going to swallow it."

Angel turned his head and allowed a small grin to reveal itself on his face.

"The moment seized me...I went with it," he said by way of an answer.

Lindsey returned the grin and relaxed back into the sheets more comfortably.

"So..." he said, never planning on finishing the sentence.

Angel knew what he meant. What happened from now? How did this change things? Would Wolfram and Hart find out? Was it wrong?

"So..." Angel replied. "See you tomorrow?"

Lindsey grinned widely and stretched his lean body out seductively.

"Tomorrow," he nodded and curled himself against Angel's body, falling deeply asleep.

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THE END.

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