December 10, 2004

Wolfram and Hart

3.57pm

"Hello Joyce"

"The Italian deli, Paprika, on Henshaw street has something of value. We wish for it to be retrieved and returned to its rightful owners"

"Good. It's a large white globe, the deli has it on display at one of the counters. Get it and have it dropped at the front counter of the New Seasons Hotel. It's to be plainly wrapped, addressed to Mr. William Walters. Is this clear?"

"Good...One last thing, Joyce. Make sure everyone goes on this. We have not been happy with the last few performances, we do not wish to remind you of what is at stake"

"It is not our concern how you get him returned from the hospital, just ensure that it is done within the next three days. If not, then a reminder will be sent - Do not make this happen, Joyce. I'm sure Angel will be glad to have Wesley back under his watchful eye. I know that we will be"

"No...nothing dangerous, just a simple retrieval and if there is any resistance, I'm sure that it will be taken care of"

Thunking the phone onto the walnut hand-polished desk, Lindsay continued to stroke himself. Each time he phoned the Hyperion to give that damned vampire a set of instructions, he got as hard as hell and each time, he gave into temptation. Eyes closed, the lawyer firmed his grip around his hard cock. Stroking the hot length, he thumbed his pre-cum along the shaft, lubricating the flesh.

With a groan, he wondered how insane the new set of instructions would make the brunette vampire. Would Angel storm around the Hyperion threatening to mutilate or maim whoever was messing with his lovers health? Would the taller man just take it in his stride and drag Wesley from his hospital bed? Would this be the one to finally push the vampire over the edge?

It was a risk that made Lindsay stroke faster. He wanted to push Angel as hard as possible, but not to completely break him.

The panting man continued to fist his cock, occasionaly touching his lightly haired ball sac. Angel was too valuable to break entirely, too useful in getting items that Wolfram and Hart had problems retrieving. Who was going to argue with a snarling vampire, and one who was formerly the Scourge of Europe at that? Not to mention the two extremeley capable ex-soldiers backing him up. Sure, they were still missing their trigger fingers and they were yet to re-train in using their opposite hands but both men still excelled in hand-to-hand combat, something that had helped convince reluctant demons and other people to agree to Angel's requests.

Almost at the edge of completion, Lindsay grunted as he thumbed a slick digit over his hot shaft. Once, twice and again, he came into his closed fist, marking his old grey sweat pants as the sticky fluid leaked between his fingers. After the second time he had given in, he had started changing his pants before calling the Hyperion and giving Joyce the instructions. Thank God he had a secure and private office, well, as much as Wolfram and Hart allowed that is. Tissues grabbed, the sated man gently cleaned off his spent cock. He wouldn't be surprised if Holland was jerking off himself, Lindsay knew the older man had an extra interest in him and after a few well timed comments, the lawyer was sure that his boss was watching Lindsay's office right that moment.

Track pants removed once he was thoroughly cleaned, Lindsay pulled on his charcoal slacks, fastening the button and doing up the thick leather belt. Shoes back on his feet, he bent down and quickly tied both shoelaces, grimacing slightly as he realised they were just a touch too tight. Laces loosened, he wriggled his toes in an attempt to warm them up. No matter how much he turned the heating up, it was always cold in his office. Shrugging it off, he reached for his thick suit jacket.

Buttons done up, he smoothed his hands down the front. He was once again a professional, not a man seeking a moment's pleasure at the expense of another. A glance at the clock and he saw that it was time for his meeting with Randall.

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"Dammit Angel!"

"NO ONE IS GOING TO MOVE WESLEY!"

Standing in complete Alpha stances, Riley and Angel glared at each other. Neither wanted to back down, show weakness. Angel was right, Wesley needed to stay in the hospital until he was better, and moving him now would more than likely ruin any progress that had been made, no matter how small it was. Unfortunately, Riley had a valid point as well, Spike would be missing another piece of anatomy if Wesley wasn't moved in three days. They had a hard choice ahead of them. They either left Wesley in the hospital and Spike got further mutilated, or they dragged Wesley from whatever help he was currently receiving and the bleached blond was left alone for the time being.

"Angel, please. I know you love Wesley but surely, you can't want Spike to suffer as well?"

"I don't give a fuck Joyce. Given the choice between Wesley and Spike, Wesley wins hands down each time...no debate whatsoever!"

"You complete asshole! What gives you the right to condemn Spike to agony, and don't give me that 'I'm his Sire' bullshit, I don't want to know about it."

"I *am* his Sire and I can do what ever I like to Spike. If I want to torture him, I can. I have absolute right over every single cell in his body. I created him, and I can sure as Hell dust him tomorrow if I want to. Let's face it Joyce, given the choice between Wesley and Spike, who would you choose?"

"That's not fair Angel, and you know it. It's not fair that you should make that choice either. No-one should have to make the choice between a child and a lover."

Sitting heavily on the dark blue couch next to the angry woman, the weary vampire struggled not to scream at the choice he was being forced to make. Joyce was right, it wasn't fair. With a glance at Riley still standing with hands on hips, the vampire noted that the glare had been replaced by an expression akin to sympathy. A gesture from Angel, and Riley was sitting in one of the over stuffed armchairs that the vampire usually favoured.

"Joyce? Riley? Graham? I'm choosing Wesley because even though Spike is going to be put through pain that I can't even begin to imagine, he will get over it. Spike will always get over things. Things that I have done to him in the past, Drusilla, the chip. He *will* get over it, yes, it may take him a while but eventually, he will."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah Graham, I am. When we find him, and we will find them all, we will just have to give him the support he is going to need. Spike is strong, no matter how many knocks he has, he always comes back swinging. Trust me, I *know* about that first hand."

Listening to the dark haired vampire, Graham wondered just who he would choose if he was faced with the same choice.

"Angel, I'm not ragging on you but say we do end up finding Spike with bits missing from him, what then? What if this is the knock that keeps him down for the count? How is that going to affect Xander when we get him back as well....If?"

"Not 'if' Graham, it's *when*. OK, Spike is going to come back from this because if the vampire is old enough and strong enough, all damage is repaired by the body eventually - You know, like when Wes bit my finger."

"What, *everything*?"

"Yep, pretty much. Get a finger cut off, and even though it's going to take a while, it will grow back eventually. I don't want Spike to hurt anymore than he already has, but when it comes to the crunch, Wesley isn't going to be so easily repaired"

Angel went quiet, watching the faces of his friends as they absorbed this new piece of information. It was a fact that had never been recorded by the Council, and with good reason. Most vampires that had re-generated limbs lost them in battles with other demons, and not Slayers, so the Watchers had never recorded that vampire trait into the diaries. With a turn of his head, he saw that Graham was getting ready to ask another question, hopefully one that Angel wouldn't mind answering.

"He may get over it physically, but will he get over it mentally?"

Stomach dropping at the one possibility he had so far never considered, the brunette vampire wondered just how strong his Childe was mentally. With all that had been inflicted upon the smaller vampire in the last few years, he wondered if it was a real possibility that it might be the last straw for the bleached blond. The Spike he had known in the recent years had definitely mellowed since his turning but it was a result of things forced upon him, not by choice. The loss of his Sire, Drusilla leaving him, being chipped, curtailed from hunting and being denied the right to be the predator that he so naturally was. Even helping Buffy hadn't been by choice, neither had been moving to L.A. and living under Angel's watchful eye. Without a doubt, the resentment and anger from being forced into situations not of his choosing was piling up in the blond and now the physical mutilation.... Angel couldn't help but think that it may just be what tipped the scales for his Childe, no matter how strong he had previously been.

Softly, Angel answered the question as honestly as he could.

"I don't know"

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Part 12:

December 11, 2004

Sanity

6.13pm

Leaning into the caress, Scott gave the demon a broad grin. A large paw with sheathed claws patted his unruly hair. At a soft growl from the furred demon, the brunette slid to his knees in front of the silver haired biped.

"Is there any particular 'thing' that you would like me to do tonight Sir?"

"Nnnnnoooo"

His grin getting wider, Scott gave a silent thanks to the Gods, knowing that he was lucky that he had gotten the better of the two R'nthor demons. The whore could hear the solid thumps of Andrew's already battered body as he bounced off the walls in the room next door. As much as he pitied his fellow co-worker, he was glad to have been grabbed by the gentler of the pair of demons. The only downside to Andrew's current treatment was that the petite youth would more than likely be off work for a few day's, meaning that both Scott and the others would have to take on extra clients until the blond was able to work again.

As the paw being rubbed through his hair started to slow, Scott focused on the task ahead of him. Not much to do really, R'nthor demons were renowned for having small cocks and an extra quick release time - Something that caused all the whores to rush the demons as soon as one of the species walked through the doors of Sanity. At the most, it was going to take Scott about five minutes to complete his current job. From foreplay to licking the demon clean after it had cum.

A long lick from the heavy sac to the head of the solid cock, Scott momentarily hesitated as he heard a gut wrenching scream from the room next to him. Not good. Eyes closed, he opened his mouth to take the hard shaft. Leaning forward as he relaxed his throat, the brunette stroked the demon's inner thighs. The short cock just touching the back of his throat, the whore swirled his tongue along the underside of the R'nthor's warm shaft.

"Ssscchhoooot....gooood!"

With a gulping motion, Scott grasped the base of the silver skinned penis tightly, prolonging the enjoyment for the demon. A small thank you for being chosen and so far, not being punched. Letting the small shaft of flesh slide from his mouth, the taller youth sucked gently on just the head. Long slow licks around the creatures foreskin, Scott ensured that the demon got every second of enjoyment it had paid for.

"Cooooommme?"

Another thanks given to the higher beings and the whore slowly released his grip around the base of the short cock. The shaggy haired youth concentrated on swallowing the warm salty liquid that flowed across his tongue, trying to ignore the abuse Adam was screaming at the demon next door. From the sound of it, Andrew's leg had been broken and maybe both his arms as well. As the patting of the paw got faster again, Scott licked the last of the sour, gel-like substance from the head of the demon's cock.

With a playful lick at the heavy sac, he grinned up at the R'nthor as it chuckled from his actions.

"Goood Sssscoooot...gooood"

"Thank you Sir...is there anything else that you would like me to do?"

His face patted by the silver furred paw, Scott almost flinched as Adam yelled at Andrew to stop his whinging. Taking his eyes off the demon for a moment, the brunette felt a lurch of sympathy as he saw the smaller blond being carried by two of the Keepers past the half-closed curtain to his service room. A light stroking on his forehead and Scott jerked his gaze back up to the demon's grinning face, suddenly worried that the demons Mate might come in to give Scott a round of 'Snap' as well.

"Prrreeetyyy....gooood"

"Thank you Sir. Your pleasure is mine"

At the demon's laughter, Scott allowed some of his fear of the creatures companion to dissipate. This was good This is what he had been hoping for all along. Scott already knew that this particular demon favoured him and he was hoping that the favouritism would pay off. The whore was hoping that the demon would be added to Scott's list of regulars, demons that had the right to make advance bookings for Scott's service, sometimes causing an abusive demon to miss out on a session with the brunette. In all reality, Scott had no say whatsoever as to which demons went onto the list, but so far, the good outweighed the bad by three demons. Now all he had to do was get the demon to ask to be put on the list, how he would acomplish that was another thing entirely.

The brunette knelt sedately on the floor in front of his client as the minutes ticked by, just content for the other male to keep stroking his hair. It was nice to have a quiet client for once, he thought, refusing to think of the demon that he knew had booked him for an hour at 1am. He could almost feel the pain already, his stomach clenching in fear of what was to come. Shaking the unpleasant thought off, Scott allowed the demon to lull him into a false sense of security for a small time.

BUZZZZ!

"I'm sorry Sir but time is up, thank you for allowing me to take time with you. I'm looking forward to the next time"

"Uuuuupp"

In one fluid motion, Scott rose from his knees and looked down at the shorter demon. Wondering how long it took to work the silver hair into the tiny waist length braids the creature sported, the whore stood passively as a large paw was thrust down his loose black work pants, callused pads awkwardly touching his soft cock. Scott gently reminded the demon that the time was up, smiling as the soft fur tickled him along a hip, the large paw making its way up his chest.

"Please Sir?"

"Mmmmmmm"

Abruptly, the demon's paw was removed from under Scott's tight black singlet, the silver furred creature leaving the brunette standing in the service room alone. With a small yawn, Scott looked around the tiny room, checking that all was in order before he left. A tug on the double bed's cover and it was straightened once again, Scott wishing he was back at the Eternal again. At least there, he had had more privacy than a curtain covering the doorway, something that was pretty ineffective at most times. There were countless nights where he had been fucked in front of an audience of demons that had bribed the Keepers to allow them to have a little look. Scott knew that it wasn't worth telling Adam or Randall, it would only stop for a few weeks and then start again. More than likely after Scott had been 'punished' by the Keepers for tattling first.

At least in Eternal, he had had a door. He had also had a private toilet and shower - not to mention a nightlight. Scott wasn't allowed a nightlight now, so there was nothing to keep the nightmares at bay except sheer will-power and the threat of Adam talking to him privately. A talk with Adam was not something that anybody wanted to have twice. Angelus had nothing on Adam as far as Scott was concerned. The brunette had been a witness to numerous clients being reduced to varying levels of fright after being talked to by Adam, something that had earned the dark man a lot of respect in the demon community.

Smoothing a hand over the dark bed covers, Scott took in the bare white walls, again wishing that he was back at the Eternal. The wood panelling was sorely missed, it had given the youths something to concentrate on when a client was grunting away inside of them. The youths didn't even have their own service rooms anymore, it was just take what room was available or whichever one they were dragged/shoved/thrown into. Their sleeping quarters weren't much better either, they were just cubicles with an open doorway, not even a curtain to give the whores a sense of privacy. Same as the communal shower block, it was just a shallow concrete square pit with enough room for all ten youths to shower at once. Something that they did each early evening as soon as the sun went down.

The cleanliness factor was still a priority for the whores, they were expected to wash after each client, body moisturiser applied as usual. At least that had remained the same. Even the meals were different, the quality getting steadily worse each week but as long as he had water, Scott didn't care. A sigh and Scott idly rubbed at his ankle, his light sandshoe pulled on properly. Time to go back out into the main bar, time to smile and agree to whatever his next client wants.

Pushing the curtain to one side, Scott slowly walked back down the short corridor, a soft smile at the grunting and squealing coming from one of the rooms he passed. Who was in there, he had no idea and really didn't care. A hand wiping at his chin, he hoped that there wasn't any dried demon cum to be seen. That would just earn him a slap across the head from one of the Keepers and quite possibly get him dragged into the shower block and forcibly scrubbed clean, something which happened to little Christopher quite often.

The large gargoyle-like Keeper standing at the main doorway passed, Scott plastered a wide grin on his face, scanning the demons for his next client. Ever since the demon prostitutes had been let go, the human whores had been told to mingle and make conversation with the numerous demons that came in each night. Make them feel welcome, Scott and the others had been told. Remember, these demons are the only thing standing between you and a snuff flick, he had been informed. Scott had pitied the newcomers when David/Jonathan's death video had been played for them, knowing that he wouldn't be the only one to be continually asking for a nightlight.

A lonely looking vampire spied, Scott made his way over to the gamefaced Asian. Hips swaying in time to the music, the brunette lowered his eyes as he asked the vampire if he wanted company. Upper arm gripped tightly, Scott allowed himself to be dragged onto the vampires lap, giving a giggle and a moan as he felt the cock beneath him begin to harden. Stroking the demons face ridges, the brunette ground himself down onto the cool lap.

"Do you like me Sir?"

"Shut up, did I tell you to speak?"

"No Sir. I'm sorry"

"Doesn't matter anyway and yeah, I like you"

With that, Scott found himself being dragged by a steadily bruising arm back down the same corridor he had only just vacated. Shoved into the first vacant room, the brunette was given no time to ask what the vampire wanted, his black clothing ripped from his tanned body by a snarling, dark-haired male. Breathing hard, Scott was manhandled onto his back, legs spread wide. The vampire stalked the small room from corner to corner, snapping in Scott's direction.

"Don't move and don't fucking speak"

Not daring to nod, Scott lay on the bed with legs spread, staring at the unexciting ceiling. He knew that the vampire had gone to ask one of the Keepers for something to make the brunette hurt. He shuddered at the great gusts of laughter coming from the Head Keeper and from what he presumed was his client. It was going to be bad - no doubt about it. His fears were justified when he heard the snapping sound of a large belt. Unable to help himself, he felt his heart rate accelerate, cursing silently to himself as he knew that it would do nothing but excite the vampire more.

"Gonna make you scream, and you had better scream. I paid extra for this so fucking well make this worth my money"

"Yes Sir"

SNAP

"Did I ask you to speak?"

SNAP

"I just asked you a question, you gonna answer it?"

"I'm s.sorry S.s.sir, no you d.didn't"

SNAP

"Did I ask you to speak then?"

"Ahhh!"

SNAP

"Pull your legs up, I want to see that arse of yours..Go on. Stop fucking around"

SNAP..SNAP...CRACK

Holding himself open for his client, Scott did as he was commanded, screaming each time the leather bit into his tender inner thighs, shrieking in agony as the wide strap connected with the small patch of skin between his anus and balls. Over and over the vampire kept asking him if he was going to scream louder, demanding that Scott give him an answer and then snapping the belt harder when the brunette tearfully answered the question.

"Did I specifically *ask* you to speak?"

SNAP

"Did I?"

SNAP

"Did I?"

SNAP

"Di.."

"NO.S.S..SIR!"

CRACK

"Well, I didn't ask you then either did I?"

CRACK

"Did I?"

SNAP

With a howl of frustration, fright and agony, Scott screamed his answer, again receiving another welt across his anus for speaking.

"N..NO SIR!"

SNAP

For the next thirty minutes, Scott concentrated on holding his legs in the demanded position, fearing the consequences if he let go. Finally, the vampire threw down the belt. Still with legs held open, his knees almost beside his ears, Scott was unable to hold back his groans of pain as the Asian male sank into him. With no preparation, the steady pounding grated against the fresh welts, each one screaming its own tune. Tears threatening to make their presence known, Scott knew that his worst client was still to come at 1am the next morning.

Silently, he gave a round of applause as the solid male grunted his release into him before pulling out and laying on top of the hurting brunette. A cool tongue thrust into his mouth, Scott obediently slipped his own into the vampire's, letting the other male suck hard on his tongue. Unable to suppress a squeak as the sucking grew to painful proportions, the brunette was shocked when the client withdrew his tongue and spat onto Scott's face. Slowly, the vampire rubbed his own spittle into the whore's face. With wide dark brown eyes staring at the client, Scott was once again in a state of agony as the vampire deliberately ran his fingers along each welt, pushing and twisting at the bright red raised marks.

"Stay there and don't move until I go. I want to see my handiwork for a few more minutes"

A slight nod and Scott gasped for breath as the heavy male climbed from on top of him. The client slowly did up his zipper, not even having removed his shoes and dark slacks, just his shirt for the whipping session. Scott lay on his back, his thighs only just starting to feel the first signs of getting tired. He was used to the position, it was one that he found himself in most of the time, either that or on all fours servicing two clients at once. The completely dressed vampire smirked at him, fingers digging into Scott's tender flesh, delighting in the moans he received. Another twist of his abused skin and Scott was thankful to see the client go as the buzzer sounded.

Resting for few minutes, Scott slowly lowered his legs, pain etched across his face as the heat flared up in the welts. With a deep breath, the brunette swung himself into a sitting position, only to hastily roll himself on to his front as the bed covers rubbed against the abraded skin.

"Keeper!"

"K..k.k.keeper, I n.need help t.t.to the sh.sh.showers"

With a grimace, Scott was dragged from the bed, and with one arm around the gargoyles waist, the brunette limped his way slowly to the shower block. Once showered, he would be examined by Adam and be sent straight back to work if deemed fit enough. And judging from Adam's reaction to Andrew's injuries, Scott would be back out in less than half an hour. Sniffling slightly, the sore brunette consoled himself with the thought that Angel and Spike would find him soon enough.

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