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Title: Easy
Author: Melissa Anderson
 Pairing: Angel/?
Rating: NC-17
Setting: Early season(s)


 

It's so easy.

I linger in the shadows outside the club until I've made my choice.It's so easy to make them think they've chosen me. Black eyes. Good. The darker the better. Midnight to wipe away the sun. There will be nothing golden about this.

The convertible is parked in the alley. There is no "your place" or "my place", this is it. It's low and base and everything I want, or rather deserve, right now.

He's only a boy. Maybe 20, maybe. Tall, broad, strong and eager. There are so many like him in this city. Easy pickin's for a monster such as myself.

A 10,000 watt capped-tooth smile assaults me as he approaches the car.Is there nothing real left in L.A.? "Classic." He's running a hand gently along the old Chrysler's tail fin. When his eyes finally return to mine his Hollywood-smile disappears. I often have that effect. It's not bloodlust, but something else that he sees. It excites him and scares him a little. I see the moment of doubt in his eyes. It's there and then it'sgone. He's young and reckless and instead of turning and fleeing from the monster he steps forward.

Cold unyielding flesh beneath his palm flat against my chest. Pulsing warmth beneath mine. My hand snakes around the back of his neck. I pull him into a hard kiss. It's whiskey and blood. Heat and death. And maybeif I'm lucky oblivion.

It would be so easy to end this all right now. No, that's a lie. The gypsy's saw to that. There are some hungers that can never be satisfied. In the anonymous gloom of the club's alley I seek a satisfaction that I know in the end will also be a lie. Hollow and
formless lacking life and light.

The boy's hands have traveled inside my black trench and slide down my back pulling me closer. Being pressed between the cold metal of thecar and the cold metal of my body does nothing to dampen his enthusiasm. Quite the opposite.

My hips grind against his erection through the restrictive barrier oftight denim. I hear his gasp in my ear. That throaty inhalation might also be due to my mouth on his neck. I disconnect from the spot right below his ear where I've been sucking. I've left a hell of a mark, but didn't break the skin.

Soft white cotton covers his muscular torso. For the moment. I am quickly divesting him of his t-shirt. I want more of this warm human flesh. I need it. A sea of darkly tanned skin beneath my roaming hands. A tiny silver hoop glitters in his right nipple. Years ago Angelus found piercings exciting. Now they seem rather pedestrian. I think that has more to do with changing times than any gypsy curse. Enough thinking. I give the nipple ring a harshtwist in conjunction with another forceful crush to his cock. Blessed because and effect. The boy's hands quickly unbuckle my belt.

My skin is so pale next to him. I watch, detached, as my erection disappearsinside enthusiastic lips. This is what I came here for. Sensation. There is only so much solitary brooding a guy can take before all hell breaks loose.

I lean back against the car, planting my hands firmly on the fender.Not for balance or grounding, but to keep from grasping his head and directing each movement. The brightest and bravest of stars dot the black sky above the alley. I miss the stars. So few of them are visible from the city.I make a mental note to take a road trip one of these nights. Point this old heap towards the desert and go see real darkness. And then I'm making no more mental anythings. Thought gives way to the exquisite tension growing stronger and stronger inside me.

He is perfect, this boy that I have chosen tonight. Not demanding more than I am going to give. I haven't even removed my coat. Yet willing to give me exactly what I need. The mute, dark stranger is a different kindof thrill for him. We each chase our own fantasies.

My head is still tipped back to the night, but my eyes have closed.There are no more stars. There is nothing but the roaring of the blood. Blood, the darkness and fire circle me, course through me, threaten to consume me. Let it come. Fire is a destroyer, but it also cleanses andI am a moth drawn to it's light.

With a grace unheard of for a man in my condition. I pull the boy backup to his feet and spin us around. He presses back against me. Rough denim rasps against my painfully hard cock. His solid bare back leans into my chest until I feel each of the buttons in my shirt mark my skin.

The beating of his heart pounds in every cell in my body. I'm going to make that rhythm fly, like African jungle drums or some manic scat.A fumble of hands, his and mine, at the front of his jeans. I'm undoing the buttons, he's pulling a small tube of lubricant out of his pocket.I wouldn't have thought it possible for him to carry anything in pants that tight.

He's free now. Long and hard he sears my hands. I stroke that heat and listen to his breathing change and catch in this throat. His head is thrown back against my shoulder. A silent scream offered up to the stars. He really is quite beautiful. I bury my face in his neck. My tongue and lips connecting with his pulse throbbing strong under his skin.

The mingled scent of cologne, sweat and sex wraps around me intoxicating me almost as much as the blood. I can hear it. It sings to me as it pulses in him. A haunting melody filled with memories. Darkness, always darkness.Hunting. The thrill of the chase and toying with them. God help me I loved to play with them. Loved to see the terror in their eyes. Hear their pleas for help. See the hope die away. Now that I am cursed I no longer servethe blood and the terror, but the memories of that darkness have a powerall their own.

Regretfully I pull my mouth away from the humming in his throat and my hands away from the hardness of his erection. I have the lubricant onmy fingers, on my cock, his jeans are pushed down, he's leaning forward over the car. I am gone.

No past. No future. Now, this instant is my entire world. Nothing todo, but claw at the muscled back arching before me like a wild cat. Lose myself in the slow rhythm until it ceases to be either slow or rhythmic and becomes a frantic drive towards the void. The momentary oblivion ofpassion. It's so easy. It's so close.

The darkness overtakes the exposed body under me. I'm pressed against his back once again, covering us both with my black trench coat. My hand pumps his cock. I want to hear his blood sing. I've dropped my forehead to his sweat slicked shoulder. I kiss the warm salty flesh.

Blood and adrenaline thrum beneath my hands and lips. There it is, calling me. He's coming. Electric shocks coursing through his body. Into his blood.Into me. It's all too much. I'm lost. I can't stop. I never could. I feelthe force of my climax rip through all I am. Tearing Angel down until thereis nothing. I feel the bloodlust wash over me with the orgasm's wave. Before I can stop I've sunk my fangs into his shoulder. The blood is lush andhot and so sweet. Oh dear God, what have I done?

Staggering back I recover control. The boy is straightening up too and pulling his jeans back into place. I can see that the bite on his shoulderis already closing. It was a very small taste. He flashes me a look over his shoulder. A smile plays across his lips. Quite beautiful.

I adjust my own clothing as he pulls his t-shirt on. I am quiet. I needto leave.

"Well, I gotta go. I've got a friend inside." He says softly. He takes a hint well.

I watch him walk back down the alley. He turns to look back. What doeshe see? A man? A monster? A confused look crosses his face as hetakes a few steps backward. Finally he turns and quickly disappears around the corner.

There is no danger here. There is no love here. There will be no evil to swoop down and carry me back to a life filled with the death and torment of the innocents. No. The torment must be mine alone to bear. The torment of golden hair and wide blue eyes filled with laughter and tears. Of a small hand in mine in gentleness and love. That same hand fighting fearlessly against the evil all around. Memories of soft yielding flesh wrapped around mine making me real and whole. Dreams of things that can never be. This is my torment. My atonement.

There is nothing easy about this.

END

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