Title: Hand of Glory Author: Penemuel Posted: 4/20/01 Archive: Sure, just let me know where if other than list archive Part: 1/? (Work in Progress) Pairing: overall it's Angel/Lindsey, but this part is a demon with Lindsey Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Sex between a human and a demon, with a little bit of Holland Manners in there. Yeah, it squicks me, too, and I had to write it... Notes: I try to be consistent -- I might slip up, though. *words* are emphasised, _words_ are thoughts. Summary: Angel/Buffy crossover alternate universe. This first part was written in February, but I figure I'd better start posting *before* they air the episode next week, before someone says I stole ideas... Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just playing with them for a while and will give them back when done. They might be a little sticky, though. Hand of Glory by Penemuel Prologue "...It's not me you want to screw..." -- "Darla" Lindsey McDonald sighed and unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, swallowing a curse when it caught on his prosthetic hand for a moment. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, frowning at how pale his skin was these days. Sure, it was healthier in the long run with a reduced risk of skin cancer and all, but it just didn't *look* as good as the tan he'd had during high school and college. _Too much night work,_ he thought, returning his attention to undressing. He frowned again as he stripped off his slacks, thinking, _Making junior partner was supposed to move me *up* in the world, not slam me further down into the depths of perversion..._ The underwear and socks went next, and then he picked up the luxurious silk robe and slid it on, trying to ignore the way it felt so good against his naked body. He reached into the pocket of the robe to find the tube of lubricant, took it out and put a generous amount on his fingers, then capped the tube and returned it to the pocket while he reached back and thrust two fingers up his own ass. Trying not to arouse himself -- and failing, as always -- he smeared the lube around, preparing himself for penetration as he tried to squelch the fantasy that rose in his mind's eye every time he did this. When his muscles were well prepared, he withdrew his fingers and washed his hands, then tied the robe. He looked in the mirror again and arranged his hair just right, fluffing some of his recently shorn bangs across his forehead. _Don't want to make anyone upset, now, do I..._ Then he took a deep breath to steel himself and opened the bathroom door, putting on an air of confidence that he really didn't feel, and strode out into the room. It looked about the same as it usually did, candlelight gleaming off the dark wood paneling and sparkling in the huge mirror on one wall. He didn't need to look at the floor to see the summoning circle there, knowing its dimensions and location by heart. He also didn't need to look at the bed to know that Holland Manners lay in the middle of it, waiting for him... _God, I'm gonna be ill..._ "Come on, Lindsey, we don't want to keep clients waiting..." Lindsey walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, settling next to Holland and reaching up to stroke his face. "I'm sorry, Sir," he whispered, sighing as the older man slipped a hand into his robe and fondled one of his nipples. Unconsciously, he spread his legs as he settled back into the pillows; Holland's hand slid down his abdomen and closed around his cock, stroking him to hardness. In moments, Lindsey was moaning and arching into Holland's strokes, desperately hungry despite his revulsion. "Such an obedient boy, Lindsey," Holland murmured, "You want someone in you, don't you. Someone strong, forceful... You want Angel. You want him to pin you down and ram into you; you want his teeth in your neck and his cock up your ass..." Lindsey gasped as Holland's words sent a rush of hunger through him -- it was true, every word of it. There was simply no way to deny it when his body was responding in such a way to just the suggestion... "Suck me, Lindsey," Holland commanded, achingly hard from the way his protege was writhing and moaning. Then the younger man's lips enveloped his cock and he sighed and sank deep into the warm wetness. "Such a good boy..." Holland whispered as Lindsey licked and sucked his cock eagerly, deep-throating him with little effort. As Lindsey sucked him, Holland lay back in the bed and tangled his fingers in the younger man's hair, pulling him down hard as he thrust up into his mouth. He fucked Lindsey's mouth harder and harder, until orgasm hit him suddenly, hot cum shooting down his protege's throat as the younger man swallowed eagerly. Lindsey sucked and licked Holland's cock clean, then lay back to catch his breath. As he lay there, Holland climbed out of the bed and walked over to the altar and began a summoning chant. A few minutes later, there was a quiet crack like thunder and a burst of flames at the center of the summoning circle, and a demon appeared in the room. Lying on the bed, Lindsey tried to restrain a shudder as he saw what Holland had called up. He recognized this demon as one of their primary clients -- one that, up until now, the senior partners had been dealing with. He would have been quite content to let it remain that way, but he no longer had any illusions about the duties of a junior partner -- he was here to keep Holland and the others from having to perform the less appealing duties that 'made the clients happy'... The demon was large -- about nine feet tall and proportionately muscled -- and had large curving horns like a ram's, surrounded by a ruff of fur and what appeared to be spines. The demon's hands and feet were clawed and his skin looked like snakeskin; deep, almost blood red patterned with black. Lindsey could see it -- him -- looking at him over Holland's shoulder as they talked, the baleful yellow eyes locking onto his and the dark red lips curving in a cruel smile. Then the gaze raked his body, settling on his cock which was still hard from Holland's teasing, despite his fear. The demon nodded and pulled off his ragged loincloth, and Lindsey's eyes widened as he realized the same kind of fur and spines surrounded the demon's enormous erection. "Yes, he'll do nicely," the demon purred. "You may leave." Lindsey noticed that Holland didn't need to be told twice -- he was out of the room as fast as he could go without running. Then the demon strode towards the bed and climbed onto it, looming over him on all fours. "Holland tells me that you have great promise," the demon purred, looking down at him and smiling again. When Lindsey swallowed hard and stared at the thick cock that was even now reaching towards him, the demon laughed and added, "He also tells me that you have a sweet ass and that you like them big..." Realizing the demon seemed to be expecting some kind of response, Lindsey swallowed again and whispered, "Yes, Sir..." "Good," the demon hissed, reaching down to strip the robe off him. He moved to kneel between Lindsey's legs, then reached down to wrap large hands around his waist and lift him, the look of terror Lindsey couldn't hide making his huge cock even harder. Then the demon positioned that thick cock at Lindsey's anus and pulled him down onto it, hissing as the tight channel gripped it and Lindsey arched into him and cried out. "Oh *god*!" Lindsey gasped as the demon slammed into him, the spines of its pubic fur prickling his ass and leaving behind a tingling sensation that rapidly transformed into a throbbing heat reminiscent of the aftereffects of a whipping. Suddenly he was panting and desperate, needing that huge cock ramming into him as deep as it would go; splitting him open, battering his body, fucking him into oblivion... The demon smiled down at him, seeing the hunger overwhelm him; smelling his lust. This sweet one wanted to forget everything except the pleasure and the pain burning along his nerves -- since that also met his purposes, he was more than willing to give Lindsey what he wanted. He settled them into a comfortable position, and then he proceeded to fuck his willing slave mercilessly, ramming deep when Lindsey begged him, burying his spines into the tender flesh and howling his pleasure as venom glands pumped into the human's body. None of the others had allowed so much -- this one *was* worth it... Lindsey felt the spines sink into his flesh, felt the demon's huge cock throbbing deep inside him as he surged up into the stroke -- and suddenly there was a flood of searing pain through his ass, almost as if some kind of hot liquid had been injected through hundreds of tiny needles. He realized the demon was reacting as if it had cum, even though it was still pounding into him with that rock hard cock, and that the spines had somehow softened or pulled back into the fur, no longer piercing him. He also realized that the searing pain was again fading, becoming an incredible throbbing knot of heat deep inside -- his body was enslaved by sensation; he needed the demon to satisfy the incredible lust thundering through him... The demon smiled down at him and whispered, "Soon, little one," and then fastened those huge clawed hands on his shoulders. He gasped, realizing that he had had it easy up to that point -- now the demon drove into him as if he were as sturdy as it was; pounding into his body not caring if it hurt him or if he gained any pleasure from it. He did, however; each savage jab driving his pleasure higher than the last even as the claws dug into his shoulders drawing blood. The demon drove him right to the plateau and kept him teetering on the edge until he was begging, pleading, whimpering incoherently... The demon snarled and drove deep one last time and suddenly his insides were flooded with spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum. He screamed, his body going first rigid and then thrashing violently as orgasm took him, the last thing he remembered before darkness swooped down on him was the demon folding over with surprising flexibility and sucking every drop of cum from his cock... To be continued...