Title: Perfectly Windy Sky
Author: Scynneh
E-mail: scynneh@yahoo.com
Feedback: That kind of thing brings a smile to my face, to quote one of my personal heroes, or whatever the deranged are calling that fine fellow these days....
Disclaimer: If I owned them, there would not be any such thing as 'plot', at least not one that required lovely Linds to wear any garment that did not show off the most scrumptious curves of his...bits for all appreciative eyes...*cough*Lar*cough*. And Lindsey would get courses in yoga...where the hell did that come from *smiling, picturing Lindsey in the plow position...*
Spoilers: This series has a title. Well, I sat there and swore at my computer for a good fifteen minutes, after which, a timid Muse poked his head out and suggested 'That Damn Darla Mess'? Since I had been using those words in varying combinations with other words which have been engraved on the walls of public restrooms everywhere, I thought, 'what the Hell', she's dead, she can't be too bitchy- and wouldn't you know it, the DarlaMuse showed up to be nasty. Hmm, not that I don't like her- it's just when she interferes with slashiness that I have violent impulses concerning her anatomy. Angelus, darling, kill her again would you? I need to write smut and she simply will not *shut up*. *sweet smile at a Master vampire* Thanks *so* much.
Author's Notes: Ah, I think I have already expressed my horror at the state of affairs, or the fact that there are no affairs about which one may make statements on the show as of now, and does that answer all questions? The title comes from a Tori Amos song. She just sets the mood so well.
Rating: NC-17 A man and a vampire..there is sex. Why would children want to read this kind of thing? Then again, there are those who don't listen to warnings: bloodplay and flagrant use of a tongue ahead, be smart and set your own limits.
May 2001

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It is impolite to talk with one's mouth full.  All parents have most likely told their offspring something to this effect at some point or another during meals where the rules are: strike fast and first, but I wonder if they meant that to apply to all situations where an individual uses lips and tongue and teeth.  

    The shape of hips under pants that are keeping me from full touch of skin encourages that I find the bindings and remove them.  My vampire is much to occupied with examining each millimeter of my body to be annoyed when my hands shake and I can only tug the fabric down to his thighs.  Somehow, he manages to be collected while sliding the rest of the way out of the black pants, his boots have been kicked off at some interval when I was drifting off- shouldn't do that too often, he has been with a spacey female, and from what I can tell, she has not held his interest for decades.  But then again, the doting look in his eyes may be directed towards her again, if he has control of all aspects of his life.

    Oh, no underwear, how, appropriate, and, I lose the thought as I get what I have been in need of these past months: bodily attention.

    I am unused to being subjected to so much sensation at once; Wolfram and Hart know that small increments of attention are more sought after the longer the time between their issuance, and I have been trained well. I want to abandon that school and enroll in one where I may be able to enjoy the feeling of air on my skin again.  It has gotten to the point where even the burn of alcohol down my raw throat does nothing to ease my awareness of loss.  And Angelus has found my bleeding scabs, even as I crunch the pillow by my head in my hand, he lifts one up to his mouth and begins to remove the prosthetic hand that he gave me.  I am married to plastics and wires that allow me to move the limb, clumsily, and he has divorced them with a snipping of teeth at the straps.  

    Funny, his face seemed human, but the teeth, I do not know enough about vampire anatomy to understand limits, and it's time that I became intimate with those boundaries, in all their forms.  The limb is gone now, and the stump rests like some kind of offering in one palm while he peers at it from all angles.  

    Then, so suddenly that I am unprepared for it, much like most of this night, he holds his index finger against the gauze cover that I wear to protect the fragile skin from chafing- not that it works, I have often found blood there, and think that it should heal more, but wait, the nail lengthened slightly, still no demon, just that nail, glinting edge of sharpness on white bandages, and then they are opened and I feel the whimpers of fear rise up.  

    My body understands what is here with me, how he has hurt me, and that he will do so with my cooperation again.  I move involuntarily away from him, my arm tensing as if to strike out, but I do not.  I am in control, my prison and ladder of a career has taught me that much, though sometimes it is all one can do to hold on during the rapid  downward descent.

    I like people, and those who are reasonably shaped like me, to give aback some sort of agreement, verbal or in lieu of a nice check, honesty is refreshingly rare.  So when I felt the body bearing down on mine, shivery goodness began to eat away at my logical processing centers. Eloquence threw in the towel when a wet rasp began to test the surface of my scarred wrist, and I think that all objections were effectively shorted out when another hand cupped me without any preamble whatsoever.  

    He must have had a good teacher, I thought, and regretted, briefly, that Darla and I never got that far in our relationship.  But no, my tastes run to strong, dominant, and sensual males more than blonds who want to mold me into the perfect servant.  Yet, it would have been nice to fuck her once, whores never lose those instincts, and she probably would have been a good handful; for a few nights or so.  It is very obvious that I have gotten over her, now that I have her Childe here, wanting to spread me over the bedspread like jam, bits of meat instead of fruit.  As his fingers caress the flesh of my ass, I have an insane flashback to Red Dwarf, the Psirens episode, and that alien female tempting the hero.

    "I know what you want, you want to squeeze my buttocks together to make one giant juicy ripe peach."  Or something like that, I can't really be sure because at the same time, Angelus is playing with saliva covered fingers at the puckered opening where he plans to be very soon.  But at the instant when I think that I am going to summon up enough mental coherence to order him to 'get to it already', he thrusts.  In.Me.Hard.  And at the exact second that I know I am bleeding, spilling fluid around his cock where it is imbedded in my ass, he bits down on my wrist, and I scream.  

    Jesus. leave it to the vampire to make sure that I am aware of everything that is going on, whether I want to or not.  Fortunately, I need to know the last little detail, in case I am left alone within my mind again, then I can pull this out to keep me warm again.  His teeth chewing on my wound, opening the scars, and then he nurses on the wound, and I see that blade spinning towards me again, its touch stopped only by Angelus as he rocks deeper inside me.

    I am the façade of every corporate loser, and I know it.  All suit and tie in the daytime, smiling at clients who have no idea what is being done to give them another day free of the Internal Revenue Service, what deals are struck with the souls of their children yet unborn.  Then, later,  I am able to make believe that it matters who wins the game on television, while craving the presence of a demon that lives on the other side of my world.  He glows, a light in the night, not like his other part, who had this insufferably noble torch that he carried for humanity's redemption.  That was not what I wanted, and now I have better things.  

    When he was certain that I was bleeding in a steady pulse with my ever-escalating heartbeat, Angelus stopped only penetrating me and rutted.  Understand that there is a great distinction between the two- humans may stick themselves inside each other, but demons are the only ones to make you feel small, large and ruptured at the same second that you are begging for more.  And I have to think that Drusilla isn't the only one who has something that can See, for when I want more, or need less, he understands, and complies, sort of. 

    A volcano can be temporarily held down, but after awhile, nothing, not even metal staples will stop the spill of lava outwards.

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Fin

To be further refined in the following part....Too hot to write in here, and for once, it's not the subject matter- damn the lack of air conditioning upstairs...