Fic: The Sell
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dragonyphoenixTitle: The Sell
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Giles, Ethan, Spike, Angel/Xander, Lindsey/Xander
Rating: R
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: Non-con, slave!fic
Summary: Figuratively... Giles and Ethan as devil and, well devil, sitting on either side of Angel, whispering in his ear, “Come on, you know you wanna.”
Notes: Sequel to Ash Carpenter's Property. Posted with permission.
The room was dark. There was more than enough light to see by between the roaring fire, the standing lamps scattered at regular intervals, the tiny lights above each painting, and the window, which took up three-quarters of the wall and stood twice as high as a man. But the walls, the darkest wood Lindsey had ever seen, seemed to suck the light out of the room, making it darker than it should have been.
The paintings, which had more life in them than anything else in that room, showed hunting scenes, images focused on the hunters more than the hunted, depicting the camaraderie of the chase or the thrill of the kill. The hunters all reminded him of Giles, wealthy and indifferent enough to wear their brutality as if it were shining armor, giving little or no thought to what others saw in them. The hunted, now that was another matter. At first glance they appeared to be demons, the same demonic race never appearing twice and always, without exception, of a variety Lindsey had never seen before. He had stopped sneaking glances at the paintings once he'd realized what he'd thought were demons were actually modified humans. Not all Giles' cast-offs were sold.
Knots of men gathered in groups, talking loudly, sitting in one of the four alcoves or standing in the room proper, dressed formally as if heading out for dinner or an opera, mostly drinking brandy although here and there the odd man out might have a whiskey in hand instead. At their feet men and women knelt, naked except for the occasional collar or handcuffs. They did not speak.
When the noise abruptly died down, like the rustling in a bush will drop off as the deer bounds away, Lindsey, kneeling at Giles' feet, looked up, shifting his head and eyes just enough so that he didn't seem to be looking. A dark shadow, a silhouette against the bright light of the window, loomed from across the room. Hearing a titter from Ethan, Lindsey glanced over just in time to see Spike, his eyes alight with hope, drop into a mask of indifference. When Lindsey turned back to the shadow, he saw Angel crossing the room, dressed casually with his black leather coat trailing behind like a cape, acting like Giles' dress code meant nothing to him. Angel's eyes were set straight ahead, as if Giles' guests were beneath his notice. Lindsey, having grown accustomed to being looked through, as if he didn't even exist, by those selfsame guests, allows his eyes to drop and his lips to curl into the tiniest smile of triumph. He'd learned to count the smallest of blessings as victories.
When Angel stopped, just a few feet away, Lindsey, keeping his head tilted down, looked up with his eyes. Angel was furious, another victory. “You said we'd be alone,” Angel growled.
“We can, dear boy. Let's step into my study,” Giles offered, not moving.
“I have no interest in your debaucheries,” Angel said.
“And what of your own?” Ethan, who could make reciting the alphabet sound like a series of insinuations, had, by Angel's look of guilt, hit his target.
Angel took a step back. “I don't know what you mean.”
“Oh, come on, I hear you're quite enamored of the little gift Giles sent by, the one with the delightful body mod.” Angel hung his head as Ethan continued on, reciting what everyone except Lindsey already knew. “After each use, the body repairs itself so that each fuck is as raw as the first, each set of screams fresh and agonized. I found it quite addicting myself, and speaking of addicts...”
Ethan grabbed Lindsey's hair, lifting his head until Lindsey had turned his face upward. As Angel stared at him, the guilt drained from his face, leaving behind a covetous look. “I'd heard he was here,” Angel said.
“Sold to Ripper by Wolfram & Hart shortly before you took over,” Ethan replied.
“And what did you do to this one?” Angel whispered, the words seeming to stumble out of his mouth as if he couldn't wait to know but also dreaded it.
“Another simple body mod,” Ethan chattered. “Nothing obvious, but it is simply the most amusing...”
“Behave,” Giles interrupted quietly. Nodding toward Lindsey, showing more awareness of his existence than usual, Giles added, “He's addicted to cum. Even two days without and body tremors kick in. I'm not sure how many days of withdrawal before he'd die, although it might be interesting to find out.”
Lindsey thought he saw Angel's breath catch.
“Don't start experimenting on him too quickly, Ripper,” Ethan said. Turning to Angel, speaking as if to a confidant, he added, “Lindsey is deliciously desperate. The frantic use he makes of his mouth and tongue is, while over far too quickly, such an impressively intense experience that an ordinary blow job will never quite cut it for you again.”
As Angel's gaze seemed to devour him, Lindsey looked down, but he could still feel Angel's intent, his need for whatever petty vengeance he could gain, only there was something more. There was a darkness he'd never sensed in Angel, a need not only to destroy but to harm. Angel seemed to want to own him, not the way Giles who thought of Lindsey as a tool did , but the way Ethan would – to delight in his humiliation, to sing as his soul was shredded, to dance on his grave.
“Do you want a bit of a taste, is that it?” Giles asked.
“No,” Angel shouted, his features a mishmash of guilt and lust. “I came to save him.”
“And how were you planning to do that?” Giles asked.
Angel simply said, “The Codex of deMollet.”
“Was destroyed,” Giles replied.
Angel shook his head. “No, it wasn't. I'll trade you for him.”
“Of course you will,” Ethan said cheerfully, “but why don't you give him a try first, check out the wares as it were. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Spike” Giles said. “Please escort Master Angel to his room. Take this slave with you.”
As Spike walked to a side door, Lindsey crawled after, moving quickly to keep up. Angel glanced between Giles and Lindsey, looking desperate, as if he'd been snared by a net he couldn't see.
Ethan slapped him on the shoulder. “Now, now, no need to stand on formalities. Go have your fun. I hear you've brought your own little pet with you. Plenty to keep you busy.”
As Angel scurried toward them, it looked to Lindsey as if he were trying to escape Giles and Ethan more than that he was joining Spike. On the other side of the door, out in the hallway, Spike asked, “So, what's your plan?”
“Plan?” Angel asked, sounding distracted as his gaze darted from side to side.
Spike stopped and turned toward Angel. “Yeah, to get me outta here. Gonna give me the Gem of Amara?” he asked, nodding toward a ring on Angel's finger.
“How do expect me to leave if I did that?” Angel asked. “It's well after dusk and still sunny on Giles' estate.”
Spike shrugged. “Got the evil law firm for that, don't you?” When Angel didn't reply, Spike added, “You didn't know I was here.”
“Well, no,” Angel stammered, “but now that I do I'm sure I can do something, get Wesley on some research perhaps.”
Spike stormed off, setting such a quick pace that Lindsey had to scramble to keep up. His knees were going to be one black and blue sore spot the next day, but he knew better than to fall behind. Slamming the doors open, Spike strode into the guest room as if he owned the place. Then he started laughing.
By the time Lindsey had crawled into the room, Spike was squatting on the floor, leaning against the wall, and laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks. Angel stood there, looking somehow smaller than he had earlier, staring at Spike as if willing him to stop. Behind Angel, next to the bed, was a young man, someone Lindsey didn't recognize, kneeling with his arms stretched back behind himself and his head tilted up toward the ceiling in what looked to be an impressively uncomfortable position. Pointing between the three of them, Spike called out their names. “Xander. Lindsey. Spike. Is there anyone in the world you hate more than any one of the three of us?”
“What's your point, Spike?”
Standing, not bothering to wipe the tears from his face, Spike sang in a singsong chant, “Someone's setting a trap for you.”
Clenching his fists, Angel took a step toward Spike.
“Oh, come on,” Spike shouted. “The three of us, turned into slaves. Giles bloody well gave you Xander, and now he's chomping at the bit to sell Lindsey here to you. If you'd come looking for me, they'd most likely be offering me up on the sacrificial altar, which makes me think I just might be the lucky one of the three of us.”
Angel smacked Spike, sending him sprawling to the ground. “Keep to your place, boy.”
Spike stood, wiping blood from his mouth. “At least I see the bars of my cage. You, you bloody well don't even know you're in a trap.”
As Spike ran out of the room, Angel bellowed, “Xander. On your hands and knees.”
Xander, his face pale with dread, shifted into position, cringing as if that would help him avoid the pain. When Angel thrust his cock in, Xander screamed. Ethan had been right; it was the sound of someone who was as tight as only an unviolated ass could be, but who moved and reacted as if he'd had this done to him hundreds of times before.
For all his earlier protestations, Angel reveled in it, yanking Xander to him, striking with his cock again and again, shouting out, “Come on, scream for me just a little louder,” arching up as Xander let out one last agonized wail, pulling out and spurting over Xander's ass and back.
Xander was covered in cum. Lindsey froze, unable to look away but trained by Giles not to take without permission. He licked his lips, every cell in him screaming with need. Oh God, it had only been a day since he'd last sucked down seed but with the cum right there, he couldn't keep from trembling. He was shaking, as jittery as a junkie, which is what he was.
“Lindsey, here,” Angel ordered.
He crawled over, trying to watch Angel, who was the threat, but unable to keep his eyes off of all that cum. The yearning must have been clear on his face because Angel chuckled as he wiped a finger over Xander's ass, coating it with cum. “Lick.” As Lindsey licked the finger clean, working his tongue around it to get every last drop, Angel closed his eyes, breathing out one sigh of bliss. When Lindsey started scraping skin with teeth, trying to find any last little bit he'd missed, Angel pulled his finger out, saying, “Beg.”
“Angel, please, you know I need it. I know we've never been friends, but, whatever I've done to you, please don't do this to me.”
“No,” Angel shouted. As if teaching an especially slow student, he said, “Please Angel, please let me lick up your cum.”
Lindsey tried to deny himself, tried to keep himself from speaking the degrading words, even as they tore out of his mouth. “God, yes, Angel. Please, Angel. I need your cum. Please let me lick it.” Seeing the sudden frown, he reviewed his words, desperate to please Angel. “Your cum, please let me lick up your cum.”
Angel smiled over Lindsey's babbled pleadings, dragging out the torment, before finally saying “Yes.”
Lindsey was on Xander in a flash, his tongue licking up a wide swath of cum, his body shaking from the jolt of pleasure it always gave him even as his mind screamed, telling him to act like a man, that he shouldn't give Angel the pleasure. Seeing cum dripping off Xander, Lindsey scooped it up with his hands, trying without success to keep it off the carpet. When Xander was as clean as tongue could make him, Lindsey shut his eyes, digging his fingers into his legs, trying to avoid that one last degradation. With a cry, he dove down, licking at the carpet, lapping up fibers along with the cum, not caring as the swallowed it down.
“No,” Angel said, pulling him off the floor. At Lindsey's whimpers he smirked, saying, “You can get back to that off later. Finish off Xander first.” Lindsey glanced between the two of them, not knowing what Angel meant. Running a heavy finger over Lindsey's lips, Angel explained. “Up his ass.”
Lindsey found himself poking his tongue into Xander's ass before he even knew he'd moved, shoving his tongue in as far as he could, licking around, feeling and tasting for Angel's cum with such ferocity of purpose that he barely noticed the clapping until Angel pulled him off of Xander.
Ethan stood in the doorway, applauding. “And now who's the debauched one? Licking cum out of an ass? I'm ashamed not to have come up with that one myself, although I'd have used a much prettier ass,” he said, slapping a hand across his own butt.
Angel stammered in response. “I didn't... I wasn't...”
Giles, shooing him into the room, said, “Ethan, I've asked you time and time again not to torment my guests. I honestly don't know why I put up with you.” Turning to Angel he added, “Perhaps you should zip up your pants, unless you do want to give us a show.”
“I'm not a monster.” Angel rushed past them, tore out the door, and vanished down the hallway. Xander, once Angel was gone, moved back to his original position, kneeling with his arms held behind his back.
“Oh dear, I do hope it wasn't anything I said,” Ethan exclaimed.
“Do behave,” Giles replied.
“Do you know what I want to do?” Ethan asked.
“You want me to bugger you silly and order Lindsey to lick cum out of your ass.”
“Nobody knows me like you do,” Ethan said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Mmmm,” Giles replied, stepping back. “I know you're trying to distract me. I do have guests, Ethan. Unless you can find someone else to bugger you, you'll just have to wait.” As Giles and Ethan stepped out of the room, Lindsey started shaking. He'd been sent there with Angel but Angel was gone, and he didn't know if he was expected to leave with Giles or wait for Angel. The wrong choice could be... painful.
“Well, come on. He hasn't bought you already,” Giles called out from the hall.
As Lindsey rushed after them, Ethan said, “Well, Angel did look like he needed some help with that department, such a lovely cock, brimming full, just a few plunges and my ass could be full of his seed.”
“You're going to try to get Angel to bugger you? Good luck with that. He'll most likely ram it up Spike, if he can find the little annoyance,” Giles replied dryly.
“Are you sure we can't go to bed? It needn't take you very long.”
“I have a duty to my guests, and you can wait for a couple of hours.”
Ethan sighed. “Fine. Even if you do deny me, I'll still give you a bit of advice. Don't sell him to Angel,” he finished, nodding toward Lindsey.
“Want him for yourself, do you?”
Ethan shook his head. “Auction him off.”
“Why?” Giles asked, sounding amused.
“Collingsworth has an Harathan Orb.”
Giles stopped. “Do you know what I could do with a...? Of course you do, but still, deMollet's Codex is quite tempting.”
“Angel is in charge of Wolfram & Hart. He can afford to give you more, and a bit of competition will be just the motivation to get him to do it.”
Giles smiled. “Ah, that's why I keep you around.”
“That and the fact that I have the nicest ass this side of Michelangelo's David.”
“That does help,” Giles agreed. “But do you really think I'll get any offers for him other than from Angel that is?”
“I've already compiled a list of about a dozen names. Men who not only will be interested, but who can offer you something fair in exchange. Invite them up, say three days apart, and let them each play with Lindsey for a day, keeping him off of cum in the meantime. Trust me, you'll have more offers than even you'll know what to do with, but in the meantime I don't suppose I could, um, borrow him?”
Giles waved them off. “Fine, take him up to the bedroom and play to your heart's content, but if you feed his addition now, he won't be quite as desperate later.”
“I've already got that covered,” Ethan smirked. “Angel might be able to resist me...”
“Really?” Giles replied, raising one eyebrow. “One can't imagine how he could...
“Behave,” Ethan interrupted. “But he can't resist this one,” he added, reaching over, grabbing hair, and pulling Lindsey to his side.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Giles, Ethan, Spike, Angel/Xander, Lindsey/Xander
Rating: R
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: Non-con, slave!fic
Summary: Figuratively... Giles and Ethan as devil and, well devil, sitting on either side of Angel, whispering in his ear, “Come on, you know you wanna.”
Notes: Sequel to Ash Carpenter's Property. Posted with permission.
The room was dark. There was more than enough light to see by between the roaring fire, the standing lamps scattered at regular intervals, the tiny lights above each painting, and the window, which took up three-quarters of the wall and stood twice as high as a man. But the walls, the darkest wood Lindsey had ever seen, seemed to suck the light out of the room, making it darker than it should have been.
The paintings, which had more life in them than anything else in that room, showed hunting scenes, images focused on the hunters more than the hunted, depicting the camaraderie of the chase or the thrill of the kill. The hunters all reminded him of Giles, wealthy and indifferent enough to wear their brutality as if it were shining armor, giving little or no thought to what others saw in them. The hunted, now that was another matter. At first glance they appeared to be demons, the same demonic race never appearing twice and always, without exception, of a variety Lindsey had never seen before. He had stopped sneaking glances at the paintings once he'd realized what he'd thought were demons were actually modified humans. Not all Giles' cast-offs were sold.
Knots of men gathered in groups, talking loudly, sitting in one of the four alcoves or standing in the room proper, dressed formally as if heading out for dinner or an opera, mostly drinking brandy although here and there the odd man out might have a whiskey in hand instead. At their feet men and women knelt, naked except for the occasional collar or handcuffs. They did not speak.
When the noise abruptly died down, like the rustling in a bush will drop off as the deer bounds away, Lindsey, kneeling at Giles' feet, looked up, shifting his head and eyes just enough so that he didn't seem to be looking. A dark shadow, a silhouette against the bright light of the window, loomed from across the room. Hearing a titter from Ethan, Lindsey glanced over just in time to see Spike, his eyes alight with hope, drop into a mask of indifference. When Lindsey turned back to the shadow, he saw Angel crossing the room, dressed casually with his black leather coat trailing behind like a cape, acting like Giles' dress code meant nothing to him. Angel's eyes were set straight ahead, as if Giles' guests were beneath his notice. Lindsey, having grown accustomed to being looked through, as if he didn't even exist, by those selfsame guests, allows his eyes to drop and his lips to curl into the tiniest smile of triumph. He'd learned to count the smallest of blessings as victories.
When Angel stopped, just a few feet away, Lindsey, keeping his head tilted down, looked up with his eyes. Angel was furious, another victory. “You said we'd be alone,” Angel growled.
“We can, dear boy. Let's step into my study,” Giles offered, not moving.
“I have no interest in your debaucheries,” Angel said.
“And what of your own?” Ethan, who could make reciting the alphabet sound like a series of insinuations, had, by Angel's look of guilt, hit his target.
Angel took a step back. “I don't know what you mean.”
“Oh, come on, I hear you're quite enamored of the little gift Giles sent by, the one with the delightful body mod.” Angel hung his head as Ethan continued on, reciting what everyone except Lindsey already knew. “After each use, the body repairs itself so that each fuck is as raw as the first, each set of screams fresh and agonized. I found it quite addicting myself, and speaking of addicts...”
Ethan grabbed Lindsey's hair, lifting his head until Lindsey had turned his face upward. As Angel stared at him, the guilt drained from his face, leaving behind a covetous look. “I'd heard he was here,” Angel said.
“Sold to Ripper by Wolfram & Hart shortly before you took over,” Ethan replied.
“And what did you do to this one?” Angel whispered, the words seeming to stumble out of his mouth as if he couldn't wait to know but also dreaded it.
“Another simple body mod,” Ethan chattered. “Nothing obvious, but it is simply the most amusing...”
“Behave,” Giles interrupted quietly. Nodding toward Lindsey, showing more awareness of his existence than usual, Giles added, “He's addicted to cum. Even two days without and body tremors kick in. I'm not sure how many days of withdrawal before he'd die, although it might be interesting to find out.”
Lindsey thought he saw Angel's breath catch.
“Don't start experimenting on him too quickly, Ripper,” Ethan said. Turning to Angel, speaking as if to a confidant, he added, “Lindsey is deliciously desperate. The frantic use he makes of his mouth and tongue is, while over far too quickly, such an impressively intense experience that an ordinary blow job will never quite cut it for you again.”
As Angel's gaze seemed to devour him, Lindsey looked down, but he could still feel Angel's intent, his need for whatever petty vengeance he could gain, only there was something more. There was a darkness he'd never sensed in Angel, a need not only to destroy but to harm. Angel seemed to want to own him, not the way Giles who thought of Lindsey as a tool did , but the way Ethan would – to delight in his humiliation, to sing as his soul was shredded, to dance on his grave.
“Do you want a bit of a taste, is that it?” Giles asked.
“No,” Angel shouted, his features a mishmash of guilt and lust. “I came to save him.”
“And how were you planning to do that?” Giles asked.
Angel simply said, “The Codex of deMollet.”
“Was destroyed,” Giles replied.
Angel shook his head. “No, it wasn't. I'll trade you for him.”
“Of course you will,” Ethan said cheerfully, “but why don't you give him a try first, check out the wares as it were. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Spike” Giles said. “Please escort Master Angel to his room. Take this slave with you.”
As Spike walked to a side door, Lindsey crawled after, moving quickly to keep up. Angel glanced between Giles and Lindsey, looking desperate, as if he'd been snared by a net he couldn't see.
Ethan slapped him on the shoulder. “Now, now, no need to stand on formalities. Go have your fun. I hear you've brought your own little pet with you. Plenty to keep you busy.”
As Angel scurried toward them, it looked to Lindsey as if he were trying to escape Giles and Ethan more than that he was joining Spike. On the other side of the door, out in the hallway, Spike asked, “So, what's your plan?”
“Plan?” Angel asked, sounding distracted as his gaze darted from side to side.
Spike stopped and turned toward Angel. “Yeah, to get me outta here. Gonna give me the Gem of Amara?” he asked, nodding toward a ring on Angel's finger.
“How do expect me to leave if I did that?” Angel asked. “It's well after dusk and still sunny on Giles' estate.”
Spike shrugged. “Got the evil law firm for that, don't you?” When Angel didn't reply, Spike added, “You didn't know I was here.”
“Well, no,” Angel stammered, “but now that I do I'm sure I can do something, get Wesley on some research perhaps.”
Spike stormed off, setting such a quick pace that Lindsey had to scramble to keep up. His knees were going to be one black and blue sore spot the next day, but he knew better than to fall behind. Slamming the doors open, Spike strode into the guest room as if he owned the place. Then he started laughing.
By the time Lindsey had crawled into the room, Spike was squatting on the floor, leaning against the wall, and laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks. Angel stood there, looking somehow smaller than he had earlier, staring at Spike as if willing him to stop. Behind Angel, next to the bed, was a young man, someone Lindsey didn't recognize, kneeling with his arms stretched back behind himself and his head tilted up toward the ceiling in what looked to be an impressively uncomfortable position. Pointing between the three of them, Spike called out their names. “Xander. Lindsey. Spike. Is there anyone in the world you hate more than any one of the three of us?”
“What's your point, Spike?”
Standing, not bothering to wipe the tears from his face, Spike sang in a singsong chant, “Someone's setting a trap for you.”
Clenching his fists, Angel took a step toward Spike.
“Oh, come on,” Spike shouted. “The three of us, turned into slaves. Giles bloody well gave you Xander, and now he's chomping at the bit to sell Lindsey here to you. If you'd come looking for me, they'd most likely be offering me up on the sacrificial altar, which makes me think I just might be the lucky one of the three of us.”
Angel smacked Spike, sending him sprawling to the ground. “Keep to your place, boy.”
Spike stood, wiping blood from his mouth. “At least I see the bars of my cage. You, you bloody well don't even know you're in a trap.”
As Spike ran out of the room, Angel bellowed, “Xander. On your hands and knees.”
Xander, his face pale with dread, shifted into position, cringing as if that would help him avoid the pain. When Angel thrust his cock in, Xander screamed. Ethan had been right; it was the sound of someone who was as tight as only an unviolated ass could be, but who moved and reacted as if he'd had this done to him hundreds of times before.
For all his earlier protestations, Angel reveled in it, yanking Xander to him, striking with his cock again and again, shouting out, “Come on, scream for me just a little louder,” arching up as Xander let out one last agonized wail, pulling out and spurting over Xander's ass and back.
Xander was covered in cum. Lindsey froze, unable to look away but trained by Giles not to take without permission. He licked his lips, every cell in him screaming with need. Oh God, it had only been a day since he'd last sucked down seed but with the cum right there, he couldn't keep from trembling. He was shaking, as jittery as a junkie, which is what he was.
“Lindsey, here,” Angel ordered.
He crawled over, trying to watch Angel, who was the threat, but unable to keep his eyes off of all that cum. The yearning must have been clear on his face because Angel chuckled as he wiped a finger over Xander's ass, coating it with cum. “Lick.” As Lindsey licked the finger clean, working his tongue around it to get every last drop, Angel closed his eyes, breathing out one sigh of bliss. When Lindsey started scraping skin with teeth, trying to find any last little bit he'd missed, Angel pulled his finger out, saying, “Beg.”
“Angel, please, you know I need it. I know we've never been friends, but, whatever I've done to you, please don't do this to me.”
“No,” Angel shouted. As if teaching an especially slow student, he said, “Please Angel, please let me lick up your cum.”
Lindsey tried to deny himself, tried to keep himself from speaking the degrading words, even as they tore out of his mouth. “God, yes, Angel. Please, Angel. I need your cum. Please let me lick it.” Seeing the sudden frown, he reviewed his words, desperate to please Angel. “Your cum, please let me lick up your cum.”
Angel smiled over Lindsey's babbled pleadings, dragging out the torment, before finally saying “Yes.”
Lindsey was on Xander in a flash, his tongue licking up a wide swath of cum, his body shaking from the jolt of pleasure it always gave him even as his mind screamed, telling him to act like a man, that he shouldn't give Angel the pleasure. Seeing cum dripping off Xander, Lindsey scooped it up with his hands, trying without success to keep it off the carpet. When Xander was as clean as tongue could make him, Lindsey shut his eyes, digging his fingers into his legs, trying to avoid that one last degradation. With a cry, he dove down, licking at the carpet, lapping up fibers along with the cum, not caring as the swallowed it down.
“No,” Angel said, pulling him off the floor. At Lindsey's whimpers he smirked, saying, “You can get back to that off later. Finish off Xander first.” Lindsey glanced between the two of them, not knowing what Angel meant. Running a heavy finger over Lindsey's lips, Angel explained. “Up his ass.”
Lindsey found himself poking his tongue into Xander's ass before he even knew he'd moved, shoving his tongue in as far as he could, licking around, feeling and tasting for Angel's cum with such ferocity of purpose that he barely noticed the clapping until Angel pulled him off of Xander.
Ethan stood in the doorway, applauding. “And now who's the debauched one? Licking cum out of an ass? I'm ashamed not to have come up with that one myself, although I'd have used a much prettier ass,” he said, slapping a hand across his own butt.
Angel stammered in response. “I didn't... I wasn't...”
Giles, shooing him into the room, said, “Ethan, I've asked you time and time again not to torment my guests. I honestly don't know why I put up with you.” Turning to Angel he added, “Perhaps you should zip up your pants, unless you do want to give us a show.”
“I'm not a monster.” Angel rushed past them, tore out the door, and vanished down the hallway. Xander, once Angel was gone, moved back to his original position, kneeling with his arms held behind his back.
“Oh dear, I do hope it wasn't anything I said,” Ethan exclaimed.
“Do behave,” Giles replied.
“Do you know what I want to do?” Ethan asked.
“You want me to bugger you silly and order Lindsey to lick cum out of your ass.”
“Nobody knows me like you do,” Ethan said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Mmmm,” Giles replied, stepping back. “I know you're trying to distract me. I do have guests, Ethan. Unless you can find someone else to bugger you, you'll just have to wait.” As Giles and Ethan stepped out of the room, Lindsey started shaking. He'd been sent there with Angel but Angel was gone, and he didn't know if he was expected to leave with Giles or wait for Angel. The wrong choice could be... painful.
“Well, come on. He hasn't bought you already,” Giles called out from the hall.
As Lindsey rushed after them, Ethan said, “Well, Angel did look like he needed some help with that department, such a lovely cock, brimming full, just a few plunges and my ass could be full of his seed.”
“You're going to try to get Angel to bugger you? Good luck with that. He'll most likely ram it up Spike, if he can find the little annoyance,” Giles replied dryly.
“Are you sure we can't go to bed? It needn't take you very long.”
“I have a duty to my guests, and you can wait for a couple of hours.”
Ethan sighed. “Fine. Even if you do deny me, I'll still give you a bit of advice. Don't sell him to Angel,” he finished, nodding toward Lindsey.
“Want him for yourself, do you?”
Ethan shook his head. “Auction him off.”
“Why?” Giles asked, sounding amused.
“Collingsworth has an Harathan Orb.”
Giles stopped. “Do you know what I could do with a...? Of course you do, but still, deMollet's Codex is quite tempting.”
“Angel is in charge of Wolfram & Hart. He can afford to give you more, and a bit of competition will be just the motivation to get him to do it.”
Giles smiled. “Ah, that's why I keep you around.”
“That and the fact that I have the nicest ass this side of Michelangelo's David.”
“That does help,” Giles agreed. “But do you really think I'll get any offers for him other than from Angel that is?”
“I've already compiled a list of about a dozen names. Men who not only will be interested, but who can offer you something fair in exchange. Invite them up, say three days apart, and let them each play with Lindsey for a day, keeping him off of cum in the meantime. Trust me, you'll have more offers than even you'll know what to do with, but in the meantime I don't suppose I could, um, borrow him?”
Giles waved them off. “Fine, take him up to the bedroom and play to your heart's content, but if you feed his addition now, he won't be quite as desperate later.”
“I've already got that covered,” Ethan smirked. “Angel might be able to resist me...”
“Really?” Giles replied, raising one eyebrow. “One can't imagine how he could...
“Behave,” Ethan interrupted. “But he can't resist this one,” he added, reaching over, grabbing hair, and pulling Lindsey to his side.
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Date: 2011-03-21 11:42 am (UTC)(Nom nom nom)
Love Ethan and his degrading, brilliant ideas! :D
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Date: 2011-03-21 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-21 09:55 pm (UTC)That was mean to Spike, but I couldn't resist. The bodymods idea did come from Ash's original story. She just never described what they might be.
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