Title: Revenge of the evil hand
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Content: Slash, language, smut.
Spoilers: Dead end and all before it.
Pairings: A/L
Description: Pride is a terrible thing…unless it involves sex.
Setting: Season two, end of ‘Dead end’.
Feedback: angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this innocent fic, that privilege
belongs to Mr.Whedon and co, who do make money from them, unlike me. *g*
Dedication: Shara, who made my head hurt. I think I’m gonna learn some big
words. By reading fic of course. “To read makes our speaking English good.”
Author’s notes: Challenge:
Short NC17 fic - End of Dead End. Lindsey turns around after being stopped by
cops and gets revenge on Angel.
Including: writing 'I suck' on Angel's chest at the end...
The look on his face is a classic. He obviously wasn’t expecting that. Maybe he
was planning on doing the seducing.
Not the plan, Angel, not this time.
He recovers and cocks his head. “McDonald? Are you coming on to me?”
I laugh. “No…of course not.”
“Was that sarcasm?” He asks. “Because you lie so damn often it’s hard to tell.”
“What do you think, Angel?” I ask, getting closer.
“Is this a ploy to get your money back?” He asks suspiciously.
“If that makes it easier for you.” I say.
He really resents being the uncomfortable one. Me being so at ease with this
makes him feel like I’m in control. And we couldn’t have that, could we Angel?
“I’m touched, Lindsey. You’ve come all the way back here to flirt with me.” He
says, trying to regain his control.
“Like you weren’t hoping I would. Nice joke, that sign. You knew I’d come back
here to have the last word…maybe you wanted me too…”
“You’re not serious.” He says, now desperate to prove I’m lying.
The senses don’t lie Angel. I’m aroused, you know it. Now will you please just
fuck me over the nearest table, some of us have things to do. “I’m not?” I sigh
in fake disappointment and go to move away. “I guess you’re not interested.”
His hand flies out and grabs my collar, taking me back over and slamming our
lips together.
The moment I recover from the shock, I relax and let him kiss me, allowing
myself to kiss him back.
When you’ve waited as long as I have for this kiss, you want it to be perfect.
And everything about this man is. Centuries of practice I guess. But his hand
slips behind my waist and before I can protest, he’s swung me round is
practically dragging me over to the office desk. I help him shove the papers
and junk off. Sounds of things smashing but neither of us really care. I jump
up onto the table and let him help me undress.
“Wait.” He says.
Breathing hard, I wait, praying he won’t change his mind.
“I don’t want to do it here.” He tells me.
Trying not to laugh and spoil the mood, I nod, jumping off the table and
leaving our unnecessary mess behind us, I follow him upstairs.
We barely make it into his bedroom, having lost clothes along the way and
paused rather too often to kiss and…explore. But as I land on the bed, I’m more
than just a little happy we made it. That desk really was uncomfortable.
He’s on me in a second, both of us naked and horny, nothings going to stop us
this time.
“Wait.”
I groan. “What now?”
“I have to find some lube.” He whispers. As if anyone can actually hear him.
I have to nod and let him, because lets face it, pain isn’t my biggest turn on.
He’s back on top again, after having successfully located the stuff, and he
seems to be doing a rather expert job of lubricating himself. He’s had
practice, I’m sure, but still can’t help wonder which males he’s screwed lately.
I moan as I feel his finger, gently applying the lube to my ass, before the
finger slips inside. It feels so damn good I want to start begging for more,
but it’s far too soon for such a humiliating gesture.
His eyes lock on mine and I can’t help but feeling weird. Being naked and
stimulated in such a way with his face opposite mine is something I never
thought I’d have the guts to initiate. Guess I’m lucky he played that practical
joke. Because my revenge is going to be all the sweeter.
“Are you sure?” He asks me, eyes full of fear that I’m messing with him.
I nod. “If you don’t fuck me now I’m going to do you, so hurry the fuck up.”
With a little smile, he pushes his cock at my entrance, and with a small thrust
he’s inside me. What starts out as painful, begins to feel so good as he picks
up speed, moving in and out of me, my pelvis moving up to meet him with each
thrust.
“God, you’re so tight.” He murmurs.
I groan as his cock touches my prostate and a wave of pleasure passes through
me. “Please, harder.” I beg, needing more.
He’s now pounding into me and I never want him to stop because *this* is what
I’ve been waiting for.
A few more thrusts and he comes inside me, groaning happily. He pulls away and
looks at me, as if he’s afraid I’m going to scream rape. I stand with him,
hoping he’ll notice the rather large erection I’m sporting. He takes the bait.
“Do you want me to take care of that for you?” He asks, sinking to his knees
before me.
Makes me even harder just watching him there. As his mouth surrounds my dick, I
slip a hand behind his head, ignoring the gel, and I guide him down the length
of my cock, fucking his face with desperate need.
Best thing about vampires? No need to breathe. And we sure test that out as he
licks and sucks my cock and balls, making me all but cry out in pleasure.
His expert mouth brings me off sooner than I would have liked, but can’t
complain. After all…Angel. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me
and I almost resent what I’m about to do.
Never mind. Plenty of time to think of that later.
Exhausted, I collapse on his bed and smile as he climbs on top of me, and over,
kissing and running his hands across my chest as he goes. The guy’s really a
touchy feely type.
Not that I’m complaining.
As weird as it sounds, I’m happy to fall asleep in his arms.
*****
Three am and I’m wide-awake. I slip out of his grasp and watch him sleep
through it. This is gonna be tough.
I go into his drawers and search for something useful. Watch, papers…twenty
dollars, which I soon pocket…permanent marker. Perfect.
Cops suck?
Try this on for size.
I grin like a kid at Christmas and leave, picking up clothes as I go. Almost
fully dressed I go to grab my shirt in the office and I notice a pen and paper
on the floor. An evil thought crosses my mind…after all…evil lawyer…and I
scribble a note to Cordelia and sign it from Angel.
Wake me up as soon as you get here.
Angel.
Leaving it where she’ll see it, I do my shirt up and walk out, ‘forgetting’ the
speeding fine for Angel to find and pay.
One last look and I sigh. Almost sad to be leaving, but I did what I came for.
Revenge and maybe even closure.
I leave the same way I came in. Complete with cocky smile.
*****
Angel POV
*****
“Angel!” Cordelia’s calling me. Oh God…Cordelia? Lindsey!
I open my eyes and sit up in bed, looking around for Lindsey. No sign. Maybe
he’s hiding in the bathroom. “Cordelia…”
“What the hell did you do to yourself?” She asks, laughing hysterically.
Does she mean Lindsey? No…she’s laughing at me. I look down at myself, trying
to see what she means.
And then I see it.
‘I suck.’
Cute Lindsey, real cute. I’m gonna kick his ass.
“What happened?” She asks, mid-laughing fit.
“Nothing.” I reply. “Are you here for a reason?”
“You asked me to wake you up…the note, remember?”
Note…note…Lindsey. “You bastard…”
“Excuse me?” She asks.
“Nothing. Thanks Cordy. Now if you don’t mind I’d like a shower.” I say.
She shrugs and leaves me to try desperately to wipe this little message off.
Permanent marker. When Lindsey gets revenge he really gets revenge.
*****
I can tell by the way they’re laughing Cordelia spread the news. They silence
as I walk in, but I can see it on their faces.
Wesley takes his coffee and goes to open the door to his office.
His office. Shit. “Wesley!”
Too late.
“What happened?” He asks, mortified.
“I…uh…we had burglars last night.” I say, lamely.
“Is that who messed up your chest?” Gunn asks, grinning.
I ignore him and look apologetically at Wesley.
“Tell me you didn’t have sex with Lindsey McDonald.” Wesley says seriously.
“What?” I ask. Why does messy office automatically mean sex with Lindsey?
“He left this for you.” Cordelia says, holding up his speeding ticket.
“Bastard.” I mutter, snatching it off her.
They all start talking about it amongst themselves and I leave them to it. I
have evil thoughts to attend to. Because Lindsey left his new address on it.
And after all, I couldn’t let him have last laugh could I?
The End
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