Title: Of all the strip joints…

Author: Angel Jade

Rating: NC-17

Content: Language, slash, BDSM and Dom/Sub relationship.

Spoilers: Season three up to `Couplet.'

Pairings: Angel/Lindsey

Description: Angel goes to get Cordelia's potion for her and Groo, and meets an old rival in the strangest of places.

Setting: During `Couplet'

Feedback: angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk

Distribution: Ask first please.

Disclaimer: Do not own characters…only fucked up plot and make no money from that.

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Angel POV

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Of all the situations I thought I'd never be in, this is one of them. I'm going with the girl I love/like/lust after's boyfriend to get them a potion so they can have sex. How screwed up is that? Groo walks like an idiot down the hallway and he gazes at the scenes with amazement, as if he's never seen such a thing. Well, its quite possible he hasn't. Still, he looks like a fourteen-year-old boy in a strip joint. Mouth open…not sure what to think…if this is Cordelia's type, I don't have a chance in hell.

After the embarrassing scene where Groo tried to rescue a man in bondage, we get the potion and I'm just about to take him back to the hotel when I happen to glance in a room. I see a body I recognise. Frowning, I step inside, telling Groo quietly to go on without me. He smiles and leaves with the potion.

I step forward. A man, completely naked, his arms wrapped round a pole and his hands tied on the other side is before me. He's gagged with a white cloth and he seems to be struggling more than your average submissive. I should know.

There's something about his floppy brown hair and scent, which sparks recognition in me. I walk around until I'm facing him and almost die (again) with shock.

“Lindsey?”

His eyes widen as he sees me and he freezes. I'm not sure who's more shocked. I don't know whether to laugh or help him out, or tease him or…I'm just completely blown away.

But not quite as much as he is.

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Lindsey POV

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I can't move, not because of the restraints, but generally because this could be the most humiliating moment of my life. Naked, tied to a pole in a whorehouse is not the situation you want to be in when your worst enemy is looking at you.

Fuck.

I begin to struggle; praying the rope around my wrists will come loose. He doesn't take the hint and lets me struggle on my own, offering no help.

And then he shakes his head and laughs. Bastard.

“Lindsey, what the hell are you doing here?” He asks, between chuckling.

I answer him but through the gag it comes out as a muffle. He helps it off and I glare at him angrily. “Will you untie me?” I ask, coldly.

He smiles. “And why would I want to do that?”

“Because if you don't I'll fucking kill you.” I reply.

“And you plan to do that, how?” He asks, laughing again.

“Angel, come on. Help me out here.” I beg, feeling my cheeks burn with humiliation.

“No way…this is too funny. If you wait here, I'll go get a camera.” He goes to leave.

“Angel, please! Don't leave me here.” I plead with him.

He turns around, grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat.

“Oh but Lindsey, you look so good in bondage.” He jokes.

I grit my teeth. “Then leave already. If you're not gonna help me, then I suggest you leave before they charge you.”

“Charge me? Didn't know you were a whore Lindsey. Been one long or is this just a career change?”

“Fuck you.” I say back. “I wouldn't be here if I had a choice.”

“You're here against your will?” He asks.

“Not exactly.” I admit, wishing he'd just leave.

“Then why don't you tell me all about it and then I'll consider letting you go.” He says.

Right then, a big man walks in. My fucking client. That's just perfect.

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Angel POV

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“Who're you? I only wanted `im.” The man says.

I look at Lindsey and he pleads at me to leave with his eyes.

“Here you go. Your money back. This one's got a bad disease…you don't wanna touch him. You might catch something.” I say, passing him all the money I have.

He grunts at what I gave him, looks at Lindsey with disgust and then leaves.

I smile at Lindsey, which turns into a grin as I see his face. He's livid.

“You bastard!” He cries out. “I needed that fucking money!”

“So you're a gay whore…a submissive gay whore at that.” I can't help but laugh. This is so much fun.

“I'm not…” He gives up, poor guy can't win. When you're that low, it's better just to take it.

“Why'dya need the money, Linz?” I ask, playfully.

“Don't call me…”

“Answer me.” I demand.

He looks at me as if I've gone mad. I think I might have. “I just do.”

“That's not a good answer. Perhaps you need a little persuasion.” I smile and reach over to the array of toys on the wall. He sees me reach for a crop and his eyes look frantically at me.

“Alright…I owe one of the owners here.” He blurts out desperately.

Still holding the crop, I walk over to him slowly. “Why?”

“I…just do.” He says, looking away.

He yelps as I smack the crop off his bare ass. “Angel!”

“I asked you a question.”

“What the fuck do you think…ah, Jesus!” He cries as I hit him again. “Alright…I represented one of the owners but I lost the case and he had to pay a lot of money. He found me when I tried to leave LA and brought me here. It was this or have my head cut off.”

“You've been here since then?” I ask.

“Not like I have a choice.” He says. “This or die.”

“I'd have pegged you for the suicide before embarrassment type.” I tell him. “I'm so glad I was wrong.”

He glares at me. “There, I told you. Now will you let me go?”

I think about it. “No.”

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Lindsey POV

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I can't believe the bastard. This is all his fault. If he hadn't put that stupid sign on the back of my truck, I'd have never been pulled over. If I hadn't been pulled over, I might have made it out of the city before the sleaze ball criminal that owns this joint found me and dragged me here.

Fuck.

“What else do you want from me, huh?” I ask, pulling at the ropes again.

“What makes you think I want anything, Lindsey?” He asks, smiling with fake sweetness.

“You wouldn't have me here, tied up, if you didn't.” I point out.

“Are you forgetting? You're tied up here of your own accord.” He reminds me.

“If you don't want anything, leave. If you do, untie me and we can work something out.” I say.

“What if I want you right there? What if I want to play a little game?” He asks, his eyes lighting up.

I panic. “Help! Security!” I cry, before his hand is over my mouth, his other moving the gag back around. And then I'm silenced again.

“That's not nice.” He says. “I could punish you for that.”

I yell through the gag.

“You know what? I always dreamt of having this opportunity. The opportunity to play with you. Fuck your life up a bit.” He says casually.

He ignores my muffled shouts and continues.

“And here you are…all tied up and at my mercy.”

Now I'm really freaked. What the hell's he doing?

He walks over and stands behind me, his arms reaching round. I struggle violently, screaming as loud as I can against the cloth. His hands run across my arms and end at my hands. He unties my hands and backs away.

Confused and relieved, I rub my wrists and run for my clothes. “You bastard.” I say, as I pull the gag off.

“Had you going there, didn't I?” He asks.

I feel like screaming I'm so angry.

“Come on, you're not staying here. I'll settle your debt.” Angel says to me.

I'm a little shocked to hear that. “What?”

“Debt paid. Lets go.” He says simply.

“I own thousands more…” I say.

“Will you stop complaining and get dressed. If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted to stay here.” He says, smirking at me.

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Angel POV

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And he doesn't know how close I was to going through with it. Make like it was a joke, Angel. Don't tell him the demon in you wanted nothing more than to whip and fuck him. But what if it wasn't the demon? What if it was the soul? You…

I watch him dress, his slightly sweaty body slipping into clothes and I wonder what it would have been like to…

Now I know I'm crazy. Lindsey McDonald. What's wrong with me?

“Well?” He demands, standing next to the door.

“Nice outfit. That your uniform?” I ask, snidely.

He looks down at his attire and grimaces. “Something like that.”

I talk things over with the boss and explain the situation. “I'm Angelus…you've heard of me? Good. Lindsey's mine, and if you've got a problem with that, I'll be happy to rip your heart out.”

“You can't just take him…he owes me.” The guy explains.

“Are you not clear? I own him.” I lie.

The guy thinks it over and looks at Lindsey who's standing over the other side of the corridor. “Ah, take him. No one wants him since the rumour started about him having diseases.”

I smile and walk away.

“What did you tell him?” Lindsey asks, nervously.

“That you're mine and I'm taking you.” I reply, watching as his face hardens.

“You're gonna pay for this.” He swears.

“For saving you?”

“For humiliating me.” He corrects me.

“Anytime.” I say, grinning.

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Lindsey POV

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So now comes the hard part. I have to ask the son of the bitch for help. No money, no place to stay, no transport, and no clothes…I'm well and truly fucked.

“Uh, Angel?”

“Hmm?” He asks, looking ahead as he drives.

“I don't have any money…or any place to go…or transport…or even clothes.” I say, sounding pathetic.

He sighs. “And you want my help?”

That's the idea. “Yeah.”

“And I should do this, why?”

“You owe me.” I say. “You cut off my hand, took Darla away from me, got me into that place with your immature sign…”

“Any other reasons while you're whining?” He mocks.

“And you own me, remember?” I say sarcastically. “Least you can do is look after me.”

He laughs and I feel the mood lighten a bit. “Alright, McDonald. I'll look after you. But on one condition…”

“What?”

“You let me tie you to a bed.”

Fucker. “Very funny.”

“I thought so.”

And so he drives me back to the hotel. As I walk in, I see a group of people, some I don't know. Cordelia and Wesley. The black guy…Charles Gunn, that's it. A guy who looks remarkably like Angel and a small girl.

“Whoa, that who I think it is?” Gunn asks.

“The very same.” Angel says.

I feel my heart thump as I wait for Angel to do it.

“Found him in town. He needs a place to stay until he can get home.” Angel explains. “None of you mind, right?” I can't believe he didn't tell them.

“Uh…yeah! I mind.” Gunn says, raising his hands.

“Good, then it's settled.” Angel says. “This is Groo, Cordelia's demon dimension boyfriend.”

I nod at the Angel look-alike and he nods back, smiling goofily.

“You know Lorne.” He says. Yeah, I know Lorne and I smile. He waves back, obviously happy to see me. “Cordelia, Wesley and Gunn…and this is Fred.”

I look at the small girl and smile. She blushes and smiles back.

“What about Connor, Angel?” Cordelia asks.

“Don't worry, Connor will be fine.” Angel replies.

Who's Connor?

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Angel POV

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I know Cordelia's right. I'm endangering my son's life. But I'm almost positive Lindsey wouldn't…

It's weird. I don't even know why I'm doing this. I just feel right offering him a place. After all, I did take that joke a little too far earlier. Even if I wasn't joking at the time. I actually wanted him. Is that totally crazy?

I show him to his room and watch as he looks around.

“I'll get you some things to wear tomorrow. You probably want to sleep now, right?”

“Uh…yeah. That'd be good. Thanks.” Lindsey looks away and I close the door, leaving him to his thoughts.

He'll probably try to stake me in the night. I think I freaked him out just a little bit. Who knows, maybe it turned him on as much as it did me.

Oh God, I'm sick.

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Lindsey POV

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I can't help but rerun the scene in my head…as people do when they desperately want to forget things. What if he hadn't been joking? What a way to go. Sexually harassed to death in a kinky whorehouse by your worst enemy.

And the worst thing was, Angel wasn't being that bad about it. He brought me here, saved me from the place, didn't tell his friends…

I'm not sure what to think.

I just keep seeing Angel's face…just how I had pictured Angelus. I hate to admit it but the fear that had run through me as Angel had pretended to be serious about playing with me…it had felt good. Like an adrenaline rush.

I can picture what it would have been like…

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“Help! Security!” I cry, before his hand is over my mouth, his other moving the gag back around. And then I'm silenced again.

“That's not nice.” He says. “I could punish you for that.”

I yell through the gag.

“You know what? I always dreamt of having this opportunity. The opportunity to play with you. Fuck your life up a bit.” He says casually.

He ignores my muffled shouts and continues.

“And here you are…all tied up and at my mercy.”

Angel positions himself behind me, stilling this frantic man with his hands. In control, Angel then whispers in my ear, “Any last words?”

I cry into the gag, but nothing auditable comes out.

“I thought not.” He thrusts into me, pushing me against the pole with forceful moves. Each stoke is pain and pleasure combined…add the fear, humiliation and the lust…I get hard and try very hard not to let him press my cock into the pole. That could be painful…

He hits my prostate and I feel a climax building. His hand reaches round and coaxes me to orgasm…

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Oh Jesus!

I wake up a sweaty pile on the bed. Not even under the covers.

I had an erotic dream about Angel. Holy shit. Okay, it's not the first, but that was alcohol induced and I did kill him afterwards. In the dream that is.

Fuck…what am I supposed to do now? I have to slip out…I have to leave…

I sneak out the door and walk downstairs, looking around for signs of life. No one around. I walk to the door…

“Going somewhere?”

“Angel…are you always that invisible?” I ask, joking around.

“I stay in the shadows…it's a habit.” He replies.

“Uh…I was just going…outside for some fresh air.” I tell him. Oh God please don't come any closer…if you smell my arousal, I'll die right here.

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Angel POV

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I don't know why I don't just say it. Ask him…tease him…anything. Just say it.

“Lindsey?” I begin.

“Yeah?”

“I heard…Connor crying, I better go.”

Chicken.

Now he's gonna walk out and not come back as you run off to your bedroom.

You heard him…you heard him cry your name out while he was sleeping. And it wasn't exactly a bad dream…it sounded…

Bad thoughts.

So, Lindsey…having dreams about me. Sexual dreams. How does a guy deal with that?

One of three options…as he was so damn aroused when you were gonna whip and fuck him, try tying him down and…Angelus would be proud. What am I thinking?

Okay…ignore it. Lindsey doesn't wanna talk about it. I don't wanna talk about it.

Or I could talk about it. Least favourite option. Means admitting I kinda wanted to…forget that. No talking. There will be no talking of any kind.

“Angel?” Shit he's in my room. “Who's Connor? Everyone keeps going on about Connor…”

I hesitate, before pulling my son out of his crib and showing him to Lindsey.

Lindsey almost dies at the sight.

“He's mine. I…”

“Darla.” He says simply.

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Lindsey POV

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What was I thinking? Angel…fucking Angel who took Darla away from me. Slept with her and now has some freak vampire baby.

All arousal out of my system…I will now be returning to normality. Hating Angel is my first step. Not a problem.

“Oh…” I struggle not to tense…to scream…to kill the bastard. I don't ask him what's become of her…I don't want to know. No more vampires are screwing up my life.

“Last night…”

“Yeah?”

“I heard…”

“What?” I ask, not looking at him. I want him to know how much I hate him.

“Nothing.” He puts the baby down and looks away.

“Sorry…it just threw me.” I say. I what? I'm apologising? Why?

“Yeah…me too.” He smiles.

I pause. “What the hell is going on here, because if I don't ask, it's just gonna keep getting worse.”

Angel frowns, “What?”

“We're having a conversation. You rescued me…brought me here, where I could endanger your son…and then…” I brake off.

“And then?”

“Nothing…forget I said anything.” I walk away, knowing full well I'm only making him suspicious by doing it.

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Angel POV

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He's not going to say anything. Perhaps he needs persuasion. I smile at the thought.

Lindsey, bound, gagged and head hung in submission…that's something I could really go for. I'm getting hot at the thought of it.

Uh…Lindsey. McDonald. Evil. Killed Darla.

Why can't I see sense? This is madness. I'm fantasising about him…

Yeah he's good looking…great body and deep eyes…tortured soul but a fiery temper…

Shit. That is quite possibly my type…always has been. Always been a blond man though.

There's only one way out of this…

I quickly form a plan, wishing I had more sense. This is going to backfire.

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Lindsey POV

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I sit in my room and I realise I'm actually shaking. Me…shaking. Not because I'm angry or shocked…because I'm scared. Like a fucking schoolboy who just spoke to his big time crush, I'm shaking, reliving every moment, every word…hoping it was perfect.

The way he stared at me, as if he knew everything I was thinking. The sad and slightly hurt look on his face when I snapped, that manipulated me into apologising…

I keep trying to hate him…it's always been the way. Ever since he was an asshole to me as I asked him for help. And he took my hand…

But I can't even muster enough hate to last five minutes around him. One look, one smile, one frown and I'm a different person.

I wish he'd just make the move. Make it so that I don't have to. I don't care if he throws me against a wall and fucks me all night…I won't stop this pathetic obsession until I do something about it. Or rather, he does.

“Lindsey? You alright in there?” Angel asks me through the door.

“Yes.” I squeak embarrassingly. I clear my throat.

“I need you downstairs, could you come with me?” He asks.

I'll come with you anytime…

Grow up, Lindsey.

“Um…sure. Hang on.” I say, composing myself. I open the door and follow him downstairs, thinking about Lilah naked. Enough to put any man off.

He goes down into the basement and I get kinda nervous. Something about being alone in a basement with a vampire freaks me out.

I freeze when I see all the weapons and things…even more so when I see manacles and chains…plus much more over by the wall.

I look round to start joking…tease him a bit, it's what I do. But I can't see him. Not until he comes from nowhere and pushes me up against the wall, his hands pinning mine and his waist, pressing into my hip.

“Hey!” I complain, part anger, part fear.

“Is this what you've been waiting for, Lindsey?” He asks, cockily.

I struggle under his grasp but he's far too strong. “Get the hell off!” I yell.

I feel something hard rubbing against my crotch and feel my face drain. Oh Shit.

This is what you wanted.

This is not what I wanted.

You asked…

No…I didn't want this…

“Come on, Lindsey…I heard you call out my name in your sleep. If I had known you'd wanted it that badly, I'd have finished up before. But I guess there's still time.”

Angelus…this has to be Angelus…no way is Angel coming on to me like this…or at all.

I go to say something but his hand clamps over my mouth before I can.

“Shhh, don't talk…I wanna play first. “He grins and drags me closer to the chains hanging from the wall. He chains me against it; facing the wall…I already know what he has planned.

A million thoughts run through my head…is he playing? Does he know about the dream? Well…he heard me say his name but…? Oh God, I cannot believe I'm getting hard. I feel my cheeks burn just at the thought of him seeing me getting an erection from this.

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Angel POV

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A part of me is screaming how bad this is. What if he doesn't want this? What then? I'm a rapist?

And he thought he hated me before all this.

I'm trying to act like Angelus, knowing he'd never be afraid of me dominating him like this. I can smell his arousal but his fear is choking me. He's afraid of who I am…maybe even afraid of himself. This isn't new territory for him, he's been doing it over a year at that place but this is probably the first time he's wanted someone.

I wish there was some way I could ask him if this is okay. If I'm going too far.

“Last chance Lindsey,” I say, pressing my erection into his ass, his pants separating us. “If you want out…say the word…”

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Lindsey POV

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He's giving me a choice? No…I can't make that decision. He's condemning me to choose between satisfaction and embarrassment or regret and pride.

I wanted this…I dreamt of this…this is the only way to stop the thoughts that have been plaguing me.

“Don't stop.” I whisper, resting my forehead on the wall, finding it exhausting to admit to something so hard for me.

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Angel POV

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I smirk as I hear his words; my impression of Angelus is second nature…comes far too easily. Now the fun begins. I use a small knife to cut his clothes off him, revealing his tense and muscled body.

I move away from him and he lets out a disappointed moan. I think he was hoping we'd skip to the good part.

In good time Lindsey.

I walk over to the array of objects Lindsey was oh so interested in on his arrival and select a crop; similar to the one I picked up only twenty-four hours ago. He strains his head to see what I'm up to. I walk back and slap the crop across his back. “Did I give you permission to turn around?” I demand.

He hisses at the pain, but says nothing back. He knows what he has to do, but he's still reluctant to let go and enjoy his new role. I'm enjoying mine.

And so he earns himself another slap, this time lower down the back.

“No.” He says quietly.

“What was that?”

“No.” He says, louder.

“No, what?” Come on Lindsey, you can do better than that.

He really doesn't want to say it. He wants this…wants to be dominated, hurt and even screwed but doesn't want the humiliation of calling me Master.

I grab his hair and pull his head back, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “I suggest you answer, boy, or you're going to be getting worse than this.”

He swallows down his pride and whispers, “No…Master.” He says it with stubbornness that I know means he is far from enjoying the benefits of being submissive. I'm sure I can show him that, though. I smile as memories of a wilful childe of mine that never quite broke, come flooding back. I see him in Lindsey and I know I'm going to enjoy playing with him very much.

“There's a good boy.” I say, tapping his ass rewardingly.

His jaw clenches, he wants to snap back at me, but the poor guy knows what'll happen if he does.

I drag the crop down his back, amusing myself with the muscles that tense, instinctively. This is where I play…do the dominant thing…but that's Angelus' game, not mine. Now, all I wanna do is screw him into the wall.

I guess I could play and fuck.

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Lindsey POV

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A tingle runs down my back as he begins to scrape the crop down my bare back. I wish he'd just stop and fuck me. As much as this power play is turning me on, I've waited too long to feel him inside me.

The crop drags down my ass, lightly and I find myself moaning before I can stop myself.

Think I hear him chuckle behind me and I suddenly feel very stupid.

His hand reaches round my waist and touches my cock gently. I close my eyes, wishing he'd bring me off instead of playing games.

He touches the tip softly, then runs his finger down the shaft, before moving away.

I groan. “Cock tease.”

He smacks my ass quite painfully for that. Remind me to shut the hell up when he has a crop in his hand.

“You want me to touch you, Lindsey?” He asks in my ear, sounding like an advert for a gay chat line.

“Yes…” I hiss.

“Then beg for it.” He says, clasping my cock, and then letting go.

“Fuck!” I cry, hating this new torture. I can't beg him…please God don't let me beg.

“Please.”

And there I go.

“Please what, Lindsey?” He asks, huskily. God, does he always sound like this?

“Please touch me, please fuck me, please do anything as long as I get off!” I yell.

“Ask nicely.”

I go to scream, but realise his finger is slowly pushing into me, gently widening my ass in preparation for sex. I sigh quietly. “Please Angel, I need to come.”

“What did you call me?” He asks, casually.

“Master…Master.” I stutter. He doesn't stop; instead he adds another finger, ignoring my moans of discomfort. “Please Master, fuck me.”

Okay, that's low. That's an all time low. It's worse…I've broken the record for how low a man can get. I'm begging Angel to fuck me, calling him Master.

Didn't see that one coming.

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Angel POV

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As I hear those words, I know he's mine. I take my fingers out and replace them with my aching cock, pushing inside gently. Don't want him in too much pain. He's got to enjoy it or it's no fun.

He moans a I clutch his hips and pull my body closer to him, before moving back and forth slowly.

“Please, faster.” He pleads.

I oblige and speed up a little, pushing deeper and harder. To make sure he's gonna get off from this; I reach round and resume masturbating him. It doesn't take long for him to come after that. Not wanting to be left out, I allow myself to come. Years of practice does that for you.

He leans against the wall, his hands no longer clutching the manacles desperately, but hanging as lifeless as he seems. I pull away and wonder what I should do next. Untie him, go for a drink? Take him upstairs and fuck a bit longer? Let him chain me up?

No chance.

Unchaining him seems a good idea, so I get the keys and unlock the manacles. He turns around and looks at me. I can tell he hasn't got a clue what to do or say either.

He realises I'm not going to speak and walks towards the door, leaving me behind. I watch him leave. Neither of us knows what to say, how to act…

When I finally manage to drag myself upstairs, he's gone. Taken off.

Maybe I came on a little too strong.

Okay, chaining someone to a wall and beating and fucking them could be considered a little too strong…

Maybe he just freaked out. Just needs time…alone, broke and homeless.

He'll be back.

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1 month later

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“Cordelia, will you just stop bothering me. I'm not in the mood.” I yell, pissed off as usual. She retreats upstairs to find Fred.

I walk around downstairs, tired and lonely. I look up as I hear someone enter, expecting Gunn, but to my shock, it's him.

“Lindsey?”

He looks at me emotionlessly, as if he didn't even know why he was here.

“Are you alright?” I ask, purely because it's the only thing that sprang to mind.

He nods and walks over, dropping a bag on the floor on his way in. He stands in front of me, just looking and I start to get a little worried.

“Are you gonna hit me or kiss me?” I joke, to no avail. He simply walks away, towards the basement door. My eyes widen in realisation and I follow him down, fully prepared for him to attack me. The idea of him returning to chain me to a wall did occur to me.

He stands in the middle of the room, looking around almost nostalgically.

“Lindsey?” I call.

“Don't ask me why I came back.” He mutters. “I have no decent reason. No reason to be here other than I couldn't leave. I couldn't go anywhere because the one thing I need…is right here.”

I'm kinda surprised. It was only once…when did he get all obsessive?

“I've thought of nothing since, and I don't care if you chain me over there and keep me locked up, I'm not leaving.” He says.

Okay, really shocked now. “Uh…Lindsey…”

“Don't fucking tell me I'm crazy, I know already. I just want to feel what I felt before. Nothing's been anything since.” He tells me.

“And you'll stay here?” I ask, my interest rising. With all the shit going on in my life lately, all I've needed is something to get lost in.

He nods at my question. “Got no where else to go.”

“You can stay upstairs if you want…” I offer, feeling guilty for making him want this so much he'd give up his pride to come back.

“Don't you get it? I didn't come here to get all lovey dovey. Do you want me or not?” He demands.

I know what he wants, he doesn't want me, he wants the way I make him feel, just the way I like the way he makes me feel. In control. Powerful.

“If you're staying here, you're gonna have to do everything I tell you to.” I begin. “Your mine now, get it?”

He nods. “Yes Master.”

Such resignation in his voice. He's fought this a long time…

And so have I.

“Strip and on you knees, boy.” I tell him, falling back into my old role with great ease.

He does it with hesitation and I hide a smile. If it were about revenge, I'd have it. If it were about the sex…I'd defiantly have it.

But it's about the feeling. The addictive obsession that lies in dominance and submission that we've both tasted and fallen into.

I walk over and stand before him, dropping my pants before him. “Suck.”

The End.