Title: A Slight Change of Plan, an Angel/Lindsey story
Author: Brenda Antrim
Email: bren@bantrim.net
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
Spoilers: For To Shansu in L.A. with significant alternate universe elements (no paw lopping, people die, choose your own ending). Caveat lector - Reader beware!
Author's Notes: Direct sequel to His Place in the World. With thanks to Kevin R., the direct inspiration for Plan B.

[Plan B]


The next few weeks were a frenzy of activity, gradually building to a crescendo. Lindsey played every card he knew, always aware that his time was swiftly running out. He seldom showed up at the office any more, concentrating completely on his campaign to win Angelus over to the Firm and destroy Angel forever.

Not that it was a hardship. The sex was incredible, and he didn't have to perform for any stupid juries.

The third time he delivered a stooge into Angel's hands, watched Wesley and Angel slaughter everything that moved with a demon's speed, and returned back to the office for a night of wild sex, something unusual happened. Angel had been fighting harder and harder to keep his demon under control when they fucked, and he was succeeding. It was frustrating. Lindsey decided to try an experiment.

Angel leapt on him and bore him to the bed, tearing his clothes from him in the expected, by now standard manner. Lindsey went completely limp. Angel stilled.

"Linds?" he asked uneasily.

"I'm a little shaken up," Lindsey lied smoothly, giving the vampire as limpid a gaze as he could manage. "Could we, I dunno, take it gentle tonight?"

For a moment, suspicion clouded the clear dark eyes above him, but Lindsey held his face straight. He had been bruised up a bit, no more than usual, and he'd taken a fortuitous slice to the side of his chest, next to his right nipple. The spray of blood drying on his skin, sticking to his shirt, had given him the initial idea. Now he just had to get Angel to run with it. He threw in a slight wriggle, 'accidentally' bumping their erections together, and Angel hissed in a breath.

Yeah. It'd work. The hunger was back, and the yellow was barely banked in those narrowed eyes. Lindsey smiled, keeping the triumph out of his expression and allowing the need to bleed through. Angel reached down and kissed him.

Gently.

Perfect. Precisely what Lindsey was aiming for. Infiltrate, undermine, then implode. What couldn't be taken from the outside could be eaten away from the inside, until the facade collapsed and the ruins were claimed.

He framed Angel's face with his hands, kissing him as tenderly as he'd been kissed. Their tongues played together for some time before Lindsey allowed them to move to the next stage. Hands whispered over skin, skimming clothing from their bodies, relearning lines of muscle and bone. He kissed Angel everywhere he could reach, holding them back, slowing them down.

Building the fire.

By the time he turned over and presented his back to Angel, head down and ass raised, they were both panting and he was sweating freely. Angel growled, a low, choked sound, then parted his flesh and licked him from his balls to the small of his back, over and over. The sensation was driving him insane. He was howling, himself, by that time, smothering the noise in the pillow, chanting silently over and over to himself that this was a plan, it was gonna work, it was worth a little slow torture and sensory overload to make it work. With Angel's tongue thrusting over and over inside his body, turning him inside out for fucking forever, it took a lot of chanting to keep him inside his skin.

Then Angel slid, so slowly, so gently, into him, and his entire body convulsed.

Angel rode out the climax, a solid presence inside him, surrounding him, holding him together so he didn't fly to pieces. He collapsed afterward, only to be held in place as Angel began to ride him. Lindsey simply relaxed into the motion and let Angel do whatever he wanted with his body. Nothing he could've done about it anyway. All his bones had melted.

After a few endless hours of slow, deep fucking, or at least what felt like hours, Angel pulled him upright, widening his thighs and seating Lindsey between them, never losing their connection. He groaned as he felt Angel deeper inside him than he'd ever been.

Then Angel moved.

The relentless, measured pace never varied, and Lindsey realized he was hard again, without Angel ever touching his cock. Angel manipulated him as if he weighed nothing, pulling Lindsey up then plunging him down, going so deep Lindsey felt like Angel's cock would go straight through his heart. He was moaning, a low wail barely under his breath, Angel's name, an endless litany of need.

An answering moan, his own name echoed back at him, made the hair at the nape of his neck stand up. His hands drifted back behind him, running restlessly below his own thighs, over Angel's flanks, back up and down again, a mindless caress mimicking the deep stroking that was claiming him. It seemed to last for an eternity, before Angel leaned down, opened his mouth over the tensed muscle where Lindsey's shoulder met his neck, and bit.

Lindsey came for the second time that night. Angel joined him.

They folded over onto their sides, Angel still buried in Lindsey, arms wrapped around his chest, Lindsey's hands clamped tightly over Angel's. Lindsey smiled to himself as he fell into sleep.

If that hadn't done it, nothing would.

Angel held on for dear life as he felt his consciousness slipping away. He should have known. Should have run when he had the chance. Should never have let Lindsey slip in under his defenses.

Surely as there he knew there was a hell, he should never have made love to the man.

That's what it had been. Love. Another lost cause, another lover who was perfectly wrong for him. He'd told Lindsey the very first time they'd come together that it hadn't been bliss.

This time, it had been.

Silently, caught deep within himself, unable to stop what was happening, unable even to warn the man sleeping in his arms, Angel subsided into his demon.

Bright yellow eyes blinked into the darkness of the bedroom. A ridged forehead wrinkled further as Angelus grinned. Finally.

Finally.

He growled softly, feeling himself harden, still up to the hilt in Lindsey McDonald's welcoming ass. The lawyer had been so ... sweet, asking for tenderness, asking for a little kindness. Angel always had been such a sucker for that approach.

Too bad for Angel.

Too bad for Lindsey.

He growled a little harder, shifting forward, pulling out a little then slamming back in as hard as he could. Lindsey jerked awake with a startled curse.

Angelus didn't give him time to catch his breath.

Gripping a fistful of hair at the back of Lindsey's head with one hand and clamping the other on one lean hip, Angelus set a punishing pace, fucking every memory of gentleness out of Lindsey's body. To his vague surprise, Lindsey didn't fight him.

If his smell was anything to go by, the man was completely turned on by the unexpected pounding. Angelus smiled, a genuinely happy snarl. Leave it to a lawyer to like it the hard way. After all, the guy'd spent a decade and a half playing suck-ass to some of the nastiest demons in creation. He had to be in to pain.

So Angelus gave him some.

Lindsey came twice more before Angelus allowed him respite, easing off the punishing grip he'd kept on the man's prick and putting his back into the fucking. Even with all the sex they'd had in the last month or so, even as stretched as Lindsey had been from the previous lovemaking, the brutal pace had him bleeding by the time Angelus finished. It felt good. Smelled better. Tasted incredible.

Angelus licked and bit Lindsey from the side of his neck to his ass, tasting semen, sweat, and blood, thoroughly enjoying his snack. He didn't kill him. He didn't see the need for the fun to end so soon. Staring down at the bloody bite marks and bruises scattered over the soft pale skin, he growled happily. "Now, that's what I call a taste sensation!"

He flipped Lindsey over, expecting to see the pretty boy's face twisted up in pain and fear. Well, the pain was there, along with a satiated glow all his own. The fear was missing. Angelus shook his head. He'd have to see what he could do about that.

Before he could begin to break bones, indulge in a little more rape or perhaps start some finely targeted flailing, Lindsey spoke up. His words froze Angelus in place.

"Welcome back, Angelus. It's about time. I have a proposition for you."

He raked a fang down Lindsey's chest, catching the tip of his nipple and slicing it open. The breath caught in Lindsey's throat and a tiny whimper of pain broke free. He was unwillingly impressed when the human fought through the pain, ignoring Angelus suckling blood from the wounded nipple, to continue his offer.

"Wolfram and Hart are intrigued by your past history, and would like to speak with you on matters -- Oh! -- of mutual interest." The last three words were muffled forced out through clenched teeth as Angelus bit the other nipple, making matching seeping wounds for him to suck. He'd always thought Lindsey tasted sweet. Now that no damning soul kept him back from exploring that taste, he was enjoying himself.

He raised his head and stared down at Lindsey for a moment, appreciating how the fine white lines around his mouth made his lips look just that much more appetizing. "Let me think about it," he said in a conversational tone, then dove down to catch Lindsey's balls in his fangs.

Now, that brought a nice, satisfactory scream. The blood from his perineum tasted even sweeter. Concentrated. Lindsey's thighs were tight around his head, and Angelus sucked strongly, thankful not for the first time that vampires didn't have to breathe. When the first rushing flow began to slow, he let the sac fall from his mouth with one last affectionate lick. Then he reached down and twisted the sac hard, squeezing the balls high into the pelvis.

Lindsey fainted.

Angelus smiled. This was going to be fun. But since he was having too much fun with Lindsey to actually kill him yet, the relatively little bit of blood he'd taken had given him the munchies. A sound from the outer office brought his head up.

Chaining Lindsey to the bedpost, he moved silently into the office. Cordelia, dear whining 'stake him in a minute' Cordelia, was glaring at the computer. Angelus glanced at the window, deciding regretfully that he didn't have time to engage in a little game of 'Chasing Chase.' Cordy was too suspicious, and she'd run out into the sunlight where he couldn't get her. No, dear Cordelia was going to have to be fast.

Maybe he could take his time with Wesley.

Cheered by the thought, he was at Cordelia's chair in an instant. He swung it around, smiling happily at her startled, horrified look. Then he dumped her on her back on the desk, knocking the computer off to make room. Breaking her right arm as she reached for the stake by the side of the desk, he basked in her screams as he sank his fangs into her subclavian artery, crunching easily through bone and muscle. She was a little too skinny for his tastes, and she drained much too fast, but it was a nice, final way to get her to shut up.

Stretching as he rose from the corpse, he glanced lazily around the room. He didn't want to leave her lying there. It would tip off Wesley, and ruin his fun. A smile quirked his lip, and he slung the rapidly cooling body over his shoulder. Whistling jauntily, he traipsed down the stairs and past the bedroom, winking at Lindsey, who was awake again and staring at him, this time with a trace more fear in his eyes.

'Bout time.

Opening the back door, he dumped Cordelia's body a few yards down the tunnel. One way or another he'd be leaving this place soon, so carrion on the doorstep didn't bother him. Sauntering back into the bedroom, he looked down at Lindsey, spread out on the bed. The chains looked good on him. A trickle of blood seeped from each swollen nipple, and another pooled under his purpling testicles.

Damn. Good enough to eat.

Angelus moved forward, intent on just that, when Lindsey's husky voice stopped him.

"Have you considered my offer?" The mortal's voice was tight with pain, but completely steady. Angelus cocked his head to the side and looked at him.

Such a pretty mortal. Such a high pain tolerance level. Such a twisted soul, to get off on this much pain.

It was true. Even in the state he was in, bruised, swollen and powerless, he was half hard. Angelus smiled. He'd always known lawyers were kinky. This one was the pinnacle of the profession.

Making up his mind in that instant, he grinned, flashing his dripping fangs, licking away stray drops of Cordelia's lifeblood.

"Sure!"

He leaned down and unlocked Lindsey's wrists, swooping down for a quick, deep kiss, nipping Lindsey's tongue with the edge of his fang and sucking hard on it. Lindsey's yelp was muffled in his mouth. Pulling away, he watched Lindsey put a hand to his mouth, green eyes glaring sparks at him the whole time.

Oh, yeah. This one was going to be a lot of fun.

Angelus tossed the man's clothes to him. "Tell 'em I'll talk to them tomorrow. Right now I have an ex-Watcher to hunt."

Lindsey's eyes widened. Angelus grinned at him. Lindsey dressed very quickly, still buttoning his shirt as he left. He was walking stiffly, a little bent over, his thighs spread as much as he could to ease the discomfort in his balls. Angelus sighed.

So damned pretty.

When the door had closed behind him, Angelus checked the clock, sniffing the air. Wesley should be by any time now. The grin widened. He hadn't had this much fun since he'd snapped Miss Jenny's neck and decorated her body with rose petals for dear Giles. Thinking of Watchers made him hungry, and he perked up at the sound of the door opening.

"Cordelia? Angel?"

Ah, good. Wesley sounded concerned. On guard. It would make the chase all that much more interesting.

He sprang out at the ex-Watcher with just the right degree of speed to make a splashy entrance. It had quite the effect he wanted. Wesley looked confused, concerned ... then scared out of his mind in a defiant sort of way.

"Hi, Wes! Wanna play?" he grinned. The fear swamped the defiance in a heartbeat, a measure of time that was getting shorter by the moment, if Wesley's heart rate was anything to go by.

Wesley turned and dove for the door, sweeping up a stake on the way. Angelus chuckled, a growly sound that goosed Wesley a little into higher gear. The chase was on. Through the dark night, through the alleys and the streets, over the fences and along the deserted thoroughfares of a city that damned well knew better than to be out after dark. Very quickly, Angelus figured out where Wesley was leading him, and laughed delightedly to himself. Better and better.

He took a shortcut and beat Wes to the gang hideout by a hair. Wesley came tearing into the middle of Gunn's little group of lost boys and girls, yelling at the top of his lungs with what was left of his breath that Angelus was on his tail and they had to kill him. Terror and exertion were making the English accent hard enough for Angelus to decipher, and him a good Irish boy. The baby Yanks hadn't a clue. Gunn finally took him by the collar and shook him like a rat.

Timing was everything in life. Angelus' timing was excellent. As always.

While Gunn kept a stranglehold on Wesley, ensuring that no further warning could escape, Angelus descended on the gang like the vengeance of hell encapsulated in a single demon. Three were dead before Gunn even turned around. The look on his fresh young features was delicious, understanding hitting him just as Angelus ripped his throat out. Stakes were flying everywhere, a flame-thrower squirming unattended near the entrance, held in a death grip by the corpse of the girl who'd tried, unsuccessfully, to toast him with it. This had the nice advantage of trapping all the humans within his easy reach.

The chaos was wonderful. Like any finely honed fighting machine, when the head was chopped off, it flew to pieces. Hell, they were staking each other in their eagerness to get to him. He flew into the fray with a joyful howl, falling on the children in clumps, flinging their bodies this way and that. When the last of the life died from the final pair of terrified eyes, he sighed happily and tossed the drained body away.

Now, that was the way to whet his appetite.

Licking his lips, he peered into the corner where Wesley was scrabbling at the wall, trying to literally tunnel his way out. It was endearing, in a moronic sort of way. Although he had to admit, seen from this angle, the ex-Watcher did have something going for him. His ass wasn't bad at all. Not nearly as fine as Lindsey's, a little on the skinny side, but hey, it was there. It was available. His own blood was up, and that wasn't all.

A good bout of carnage always made him horny.

And since Wesley was the only body moving in the place, and he'd always preferred fucking a living body to a dead one when he had the choice, he shrugged and leapt on the man. Wesley gave a satisfying high-pitched squeal as Angelus took him down, a little like a wild pig put down by a spear. Only much more fun to fuck.

He ripped the linen trousers away with one casual swipe, kicking Wesley's feet apart and plunging into him. The searing burn as his prick tore through the fragile skin sang to him, enflaming him further, and he grunted as he pumped harder. Soon enough, the flow of blood around him eased the way, and he settled in for a nice ride. Wesley was still squirming under him, screaming weakly, blubbering and bucking. So much better than a corpse when it came to this part. Besides, corpses were usually already drained, and if they weren't then they were always stagnant. Not at all appetizing.

Bending over Wesley's back, he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of his prick inside, then struck the man's carotid artery with his fangs at the exact same moment that he pushed all the way back in. The rush of pain and terror in the hot blood was intoxicating, and he gave himself over to it, rutting and sucking at a terrific pace. By the time the body below him stopped moving and the flow of blood down his throat slowed to a trickle, he was completely satiated.

For the moment.

Pulling out, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and carelessly wiping away the blood and other fluids from his prick with Wesley's hair, he tucked himself away and sniffed the air. Dawn wasn't far off. He stepped over Wesley's body and kicked at the corpse holding the flame-thrower. Sometime while he was enjoying Wesley it had run out of fuel, so it wasn't a danger, or in his way. It was just fun to kick the girl's body into the corner. Rather like some of the games he and Darla had played a long time ago, with the peasants in Tuscany. He sighed at the pleasant memories, then made his way down into the tunnels. It had been a long night, and he was in the mood for a nap.

He noticed along the way that the rats had already been at Cordelia, and he smiled at her remains as he walked past. The air was quickly becoming fetid, and he approved. Ah, smelled like home. Shutting the door, and the stench, behind him, he wandered over to the telephone. One last task to take care of before he could indulge in his well-earned rest.

Dialing a number from memory, he told the receptionist to put him through to Wolfram or Hart, or whoever the hell ran the place behind the names. She asked him, quite politely, who was calling, and he chuckled. "Angelus, returning their call." He supposed Lindsey's in-person proposition counted as first contact on their part.

He was put right through. Less than ten minutes later, they had, indeed, come to a mutually profitable agreement. They would get the terror of the vampiric world for certain select jobs requiring a master's delicate touch. He would get his payment.

In advance.

Lindsey barely made it to his car before he collapsed. Behind him, he heard the door open to Angel Investigations, and spared a thought for what would soon happen to Wesley.

What had almost happened to him.

His balls felt like they were on fire. His chest, too. Not to mention that his ass felt like it had been flamed with an acetylene torch. True, he'd told his bosses it was worth the risk -- because the alternative was immediate, highly unpleasant death. At least he was still alive.

For now.

Doubts battered at him. Would he be able to control Angelus, now that he'd freed him? More importantly, perhaps, could his employers? Demons on the whole were a self-centered bunch, and Angelus could teach even the worst of them lessons. He reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a prescription bottle, shaking two Percodan into his palm and swallowing them dry. They took the edge off the pain and allowed him to drive back toward the Firm. He had so much to report.

Halfway there, he reconsidered. Angelus would be busy, chasing and feeding, and had told him he'd have an answer tomorrow night. It wouldn't hurt to lie low for the day, heal up a bit, then head into work. From there, he could let Holland know of his success so far, and hope the older man would take over the negotiations from there. Admittedly, there was something exciting about Angelus. But Lindsey wasn't a true masochist, and he'd prefer to avoid pain if there was some way of shifting it onto someone else.

Decision made, he headed for home and fell into bed. Eighteen solid hours of sleep later, he felt much more up to facing the Firm.

It was early evening when he entered the foyer, waving at the guards as he walked past. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the senior guard pick up the house phone. Just as well. Holland would know he was on his way up, and since he was walking -- almost straight -- he'd know the news was good.

The reception he got at the door to his office wasn't quite what he was expecting. Three Tasker demons boxed him in, taking him down before he was able to strike back even once. One piledriver to the chin took him off his feet, and he didn't feel anything else for some time.

When the world swam back into focus, he had a killer headache. And he was cold. He pried his eyes halfway open and took stock.

Not good.

Not good at all.

For one thing, he was stark naked. For another, he was chained to the wall in a bedroom he recognized all too well. For a third ... he wasn't alone.

He could hear voices on the stairs, although he couldn't see them from the angle he was chained. He didn't need to see them to recognize them. The first was his mentor, Holland. Welcoming Angelus to the fold. Expressing his sincere wishes for a long and prosperous association between Angelus and the legal firm of Wolfram and Hart. Asking how Angelus liked the gift basket Wolfram and Hart had sent over.

"I'm sure I'll enjoy it immensely," Angelus replied, sounding inordinately cheerful. It wasn't a tone Lindsey was used to hearing from the usually morose vampire. He glanced around the room, trying to toss the hair out of his face, looking for the gift basket. Knowing his erstwhile employers, it probably had something alive in it. With tasteful little chocolates and maroon silk ribbon on the handle.

Something tickled the side of his wrist, and he looked up at the manacles holding his arms above his head. Woven into the chain at the base of the shackles was a ribbon.

Maroon.

"Son of a bitch ..." he whispered.

On the floor above him, the door closed, and he swallowed with a dry throat as Angelus clattered down the stairs toward him. His face was in human guise, but nothing could hide his true nature, shining out of his eyes. Perversely, he was even more beautiful as a demon than he'd been as a human.

"Hello, gift basket." The bright smile accompanying the words spoke of hunger and the anticipation of sating it. Lindsey shuddered. Angelus moved forward. "I'm so glad to see you again. Aren't you glad to see me?"

Lindsey couldn't have spoken if his life depended on it, and it did. This had not been part of the plan. Angelus took his silence as a compliment.

"We're going to have so much fun," he crooned. The shiver that started at Lindsey's spine crawled out to the ends of his hands and feet, until his entire body was shaking. The chains rattled, and Angelus smiled, shifting into his game face and draping himself over Lindsey's naked body. "Lovely music you're making, my dear. I always was partial to chimes."

He was lifted away from the wall and twisted in his chains, shoulders straining as his arms were pulled taut and crossed. Then Angelus smashed him face first into the wall. He saw stars for a moment, dizzy from the concussion, then screamed involuntarily as Angel thrust into him with no warning, no preparation.

The hours that followed were dredged up from Lindsey's darkest nightmares.

He kept waiting to pass out, then praying to pass out, then trying to pass out. It never happened. Angelus alternated fucking and biting him, sucking blood from him until he was on the verge of fainting, then pulling back, licking at the wound, and fucking him slowly until his head cleared. Then he'd slam back into him, ripping away at him, biting back into him at a different spot, sucking until he nearly fainted from the pain, then pulling back to start the cycle all over again.

Angelus' stamina was amazing. Lindsey would have been appropriately impressed if he hadn't been on the receiving end of it.

The last time he'd felt this fear, he'd been sitting in a room with walls that melted and voices that screamed in his head. This time, the walls were solid, and the voice doing the screaming was his own.

He screamed until his voice gave out. Struggled until his strength was gone. Hung from his hands until there was no feeling left in his arms, and every breath was a struggle. When it had gone on so long he was certain he was dead and too deep in the pain to know it, Angelus finally slammed into him and stayed there. He could feel the vampire's pelvis jerking against his buttocks, and thanked a God he knew had forsaken him for the son of a bitch finally reaching his climax.

Cold, strong hands slid up his arms, roughly rubbing the circulation back into them, and he whined at the fire under his skin. That's when he realized that the chains were gone and he was horizontal. Angelus lay over him, rubbing up against him like a giant cat. Lindsey's blood streaked over both their bodies, making patterns like some bizarre tribal war markings, or a demon child gone crazy with the finger-paint.

He was numbly surprised to be alive. He was certain Angelus would have killed him by now. He didn't know he's spoken his thoughts aloud until Angelus answered him.

"Oh, no, darling Lindsey," he laughed, licking at a seeping bite in the delicate skin under Lindsey's right ear. "I won't kill you until I'm bored with you. Did you know Angel loved you? And he knows what I'm doing to you right now. As much as Angel cared for you, as sweet as my revenge is and will continue to be, it'll be a long, long time before you bore me, pet."

To his horror, Lindsey felt renewed hardness pressed against his belly. Angelus parted and lifted his legs with one sweeping movement, and he couldn't hold back the anguished cry as he was penetrated again. Then Angelus sank his fangs into his throat above the Adam's apple, and Lindsey was reacquainted with hell.

For the first time, he began to pray for death.

Not for the last.


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