Omegle - Lindsey + Vamp!Loki - Part 5

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[Omegle RP: The fall of a lawyer to a whore.]

While Lindsey's life had very nicely been going to shreds, Loki had been going on as usual. He didn't request for updates on Lindsey, but instead focused on setting up the new lawfirm in Britain, gaining business. It was actually quite wonderful. He had brought Pavel along with him, his pet had done wonderful when Loki had called him in and Loki had realized how much he had missed his pet's company. And Pavel seemed all too eager to be back with his master, though that just might be he wasn't allowed to fuck anyone when Loki wasn't around the the little slut was sex starved. Either way, he spent six months putting Lindsey from his mind, and fucking Pavel senseless.

But soon enough he'd been called back, and Pavel had earned a treat. Loki had woken in a bad mood, for no particular reason, he just did, and felt like seeing someone bleed. Luckily he had also woken up to an eager little mouth around his shaft and promptly choked him on it until Pavel's eyes watered and he could quiet breathe. He had spent the next few hours picking him apart, slow and bloody and cruel, Pavel sobbing and begging for more, for mercy, all at once. But he obeyed so beautifully, legs spreading wide at the touch of a knife to his cock, eyes wide and trusting as Loki tightened his fingers around his throat. Loki healed him up not an hour ago and Pavel had earned his treat. That is to say, what Pavel liked best, getting to show off.

Which he didn't get much due to Loki's possessiveness. But now he was sat in a club, filled with people, taking a seat in one of the large comfortable chairs lining the stage where some poor pet was being used as a cum bucket, tied and bound, mouth held open with a wide ring gag, the rest of his face nearly obscured with come, and Loki barely paid him a glance. He was too focused on the little whore currently wiggling happily in his lap, murmuring thanks into his ear, bright eyes scanning to see if there was someone he wanted to fuck, with one little hand massaging Loki's cock through his trousers.


Ever since Lindsey was first introduced at the club here a few months ago, he became a regular on the stage. They loved the whore for his modifications, the magical piercings that made him into the perfect sex toy for their perverse pleasures, he was quite the crowd pleaser.

Today he was rubbed down with a sheen of shining oils to give him an exotic look. A half mask hid his face, more officially than the cum mask that he wore, and it was the only piece of clothing on him aside from the various piercings that peppered his body. Their metal hoops and ringed gems glittered under the spotlight.

Perched over a bench, restraints wasn't even necessary as the slave's skeletal form was locked by one of his bodily modifications. He was frozen in a submissive tableau with hands pulling open his buttcheeks to display his puffy hole, mouth locked open by both the ring gag and how his jaw was unable to move. A pan was placed down between his legs to catch whatever overflowed from his cum stuffed ass, and even that was already half full.

He couldn't scream even if he wanted to, nor moan though there was no pleasure to be had. His cock remained hanging flaccid below him with the magic activated to prevent him from enjoying even the stimulation of these assaults. Lindsey's eyes were dead as they stared out at nothingness, and even though they hadn't robbed him of his sight this time, there was nothing he wanted to see in a sea of monstrous cocks.


Loki hummed as Pavel mouthed up his jaw, eyes casually scanning around the room. Pavel was straddling his thigh, clad in nothing more than his collar and a tight pair of shorts, not to mention the rather deadly looking stiletto heels. He was almost writhing, purring happily. "There's a pretty one," He murmured into Loki's ear, voice pitched low and pleading, just a little breathy, "Can I play with her, just for a bit. I want to fuck her, want her to scratch me up as I do it." Loki chuckled, low in his throat, before he swat Pavel playfully across the ass and nodded, giving him permission to scramble off and go proposition the vampire.

The female glanced to Loki as Pavel knelt by her feet, and Loki gave a small nod, and the other grinned, pulling Pavel up, putting his head between her knees and even from across the room Loki heard him make a happy sound as he nuzzled into her sex. Bored. Loki gave a little sigh, figuring he had nothing better to do until Pavel was finished with that.

Loki stood smoothly, the crowd parting for him, and once he reached the bound pet on stage he curled his lip, disgusted. "You're not going to keep your fucktoy in good condition?" He asked with a sneer and saw the pet tense up, every muscle, every inch of him. Odd, perhaps he had heard Loki's voice before. Loki trailed his finger through a patch of semen on his cheek, wiping it off on the vest of a demon who was still buried deep inside his hole. Loki idly inspected the piercings, noting what each did. They hadn't activated the blinding one, so Loki crouched down near his face. The eyes looked vaguely familiar but the rest of him was too obscured to tell. And the scent of him which Loki could have used to identify him was buried under so many others, Loki didn't even attempt to sort it out.

Loki stood again, walking around to flat out glare at the demon inside Lindsey, who sheepishly pulled away and scuttled off, while Loki slipped two fingers into the ridiculously loose and abused hole. Interesting. He would have to find out more about these charms.


For weeks, months, Lindsey had been dead inside. He moved in a hopeless daze, just an obedient fucktoy and an unresisting set of holes. The blindness never mattered because his gaze was always dead anyway. Yet, the sound of that voice, the appearance of the prince of vampires, managed to shock that dead creature in him.

Lindsey couldn't crane his head up to look to confirm, but he knew that voice. He was even more sure when Loki bent down and met his eyes... And he didn't recognize him. The vampire didn't recognize his own handiwork. There was no longer anger for the vampire, just a dulled sense of awakened loss and a foreign feeling of desperation. Lindsey wanted to shout, say something, get his attention, but Loki had walked away already, out of his sight.

And went behind him, as it turned out. Lindsey felt the creature stuffing him pull out with only a mild echo of relief, but soon his hypersensitive hole felt the invading fingers of the vampire instead. He knew what Loki would feel, his stretched hole being slicked with more than semen. Shame filled him for the first time in weeks, and unable to express himself in any other way, he began to cry. Silent tears tracked over the layers of cum on his face, hidden away by the mask that he wore.


Slick, a natural sort of lubricant was very obviously diluting the release in Lindsey's hole. Interesting. He slipped two fingers inside now, twisting them and slowly clearing him out. Simple, careful motions, until Lindsey wasn't overflowing with it and Loki could get a good view of the clear liquid dripping from his hole, keeping him lubricated. Lovely and very convenient, a man who gets wet like a bitch in heat, innovative charm.

Loki hummed idly to himself, considered fucking the whore for a long moment, but then Pavel was at his heels, tugging at his sleeve. He'd seen Loki's interest in the display and his little jealous lover had returned to him. Loki only smirked,
"Come back, mazter?" He asked softly, "I vant you, can you pet me?" Loki laughed, low in his throat, removing his hand from the slick hole, nodding.
"Of course, lover, it is your night." Pavel lit up,
"Could I get vun of thoze pink drinks?" He asked, usually not permitted alcohol and wanting a couple when he was allowed.
"Like I said, of course." Loki granted, and with a glance he noticed their seats had been taken. Loki could easily reclaim them, but he decided he wanted a view of the whore being used. Loki caught a glimpse of the eyes that had reddened. Crying. Very odd for a whore, they usually lost the ability after a little while being a display like he was.

Loki didn't care, barely spared him another glance. He watched him like one might watch a boring movie, something to look at but nothing enticing. He did pull Pavel to sit on one of the couches, just a few feet in front of the stage, directly in Lindsey\s line of sight. Tormenting unknowingly. Loki pulled Pavel into his lap, who wiggled happily and kissed him deeply, giggling when Loki ordered him the drink he'd been curious to taste.

A large, red skinned demon stepped up behind Lindsey, nails digging into his sides, breaking the skin (which immediately healed one the nails were pulled away) and impaling him on his rather disproportionately large cock, rough and fast in rough contrast to Loki's gentle explorations.


It was cruel and unusual punishment to have Loki be there and play on how he doted on his slave boy. Lindsey recognized him too, but he couldn't remember his name. Clearly though, he was being well cared for.

Lindsey wanted to scream again, the urge having returned when he was impaled on the demon cock behind him and he could do nothing but spread his own ass open for it. After a while though his tears ran dry and were no more but more stains on his face. His view of Loki was blessedly blocked whenever demons came to use his mouth, but he found whenever they were done, his eyes were drawn to the vampire and his pet.

Sometime during the night they stopped all the demons to instead fuck him with some sort of cleaning dildo. It was large and hollow, with holes set into it at regular intervals. It was pushed in several times until all the cum clogging in him was pushed in, then they drew it out and added its contents to the pan beneath him. It was almost full. They followed that with a brushy dildo of some sort to clean him, uncaring how uncomfortable that made him. But when they were done, Lindsey felt like he could cry again. He hadn't shed a tear for months but seeing Loki reminded him of the dignity he once had. He no longer had any of it, but he was brought to feeling again, and all the more hopeless.

Behind him, a new demon drew nails down his back that left bloody welts in its wake. If Lindsey could, he would tremble. They cleaned him like that only before special people came to play with him on stage.


Loki watched the slave be cleaned, Pavel having slipped between his thighs and eagerly sucking Loki's cock, and then the two demon walk on to stage. Both were beautiful, brother and sister, or perhaps one entity split into different bodies. They were nearly identical and moved perfectly in sync, one branding a small case and the other simply holding a scalpel. the female was clad in a simple black tunic and trousers, while the male in a black robe, which was formed to him perfectly. She turned to the crowd and spun in a slow cirlce, grinning widely,

"Demons, night wanderers and lost souls, tonight we have for you a very special treat. Thanks to Wolfram and Hart for their generous donation to us tonight. This delicious little specimen is all decked out with the latest toys. I'm sure most of you have already had your fun, playing with his piercings. He's here every second Saturday and available for rent if you're interested in some one on one playtime." She said as he sauntered up to Lindsey. She took the scalpel and carefully carved 'W&H' in fluid cursive writing and these wounds didn't heal.

"First up," Said the brother as his sibling stepped away, holding out an oddly pear shaped object, which Loki recognized immediately. A Pear, names after its shape, would be pressed into the victim's body and slowly expanded. Used mostly during medieval times as a torture method. Loki had had nothing but disgust for such practices. He didn't enjoy it, and so he smoothly stood. "Come lover," He said to Pavel, who tucked his cock back in and stood with a disappointed whimper, "We'll go upstairs and return for the end of the night." Pavel nodded and followed after him as Loki got up and stood, leaving the demon twins to torture the bound and crying slave.


Lindsey shook, unable to truly do so without the ability of movement to his bones, but his muscles trembled nonetheless. He looked helplessly towards Loki, willing the vampire to do something, help him perhaps, but the other didn't even look his way. Loki didn't recognize him, the vampire had eyes for only his obedient pet and not the one that defied him.

There was a moment when Lindsey's heart leaped to his throat and he felt the first flickers of hope in so long that it left him giddy. Loki had stood. But then the vampire turned away and left without a backwards glance, and Lindsey felt like he was stabbed in the chest. He bled, from more than what the demonic twins were doing to him. No, there was no help for him, there never will be.

The light died in his eyes, leaving only the embers of pain and despair as he was subjected to further tortures and humiliation. He screamed inside his head, retreated to where there were no thoughts, no pain,no Loki. They carved up his body, stretched him and poured things into him that made a knife feel pleasurable, but he tried to stay curled in his detached corner, whimpering. He wasn't sure if he simply zoned out or passed out, but when he was aware again, he was being transported back to Wolfram and Hart. He felt like he was flayed inside out and skinned alive while at it, hadn't he been healed yet? Will they even heal him? He could move again though, and curling up in the trunk of the vehicle he cried until he passed out again.


When Loki returned at the end of the night, the slave was gone, replaced by two giggling twins who danced around the room, offering themselves up. Loki sampled one himself but not for long. They left shortly after.

Two weeks later and Loki was sat in Wolfram and Hart. He would be stuck here for the next six months, in America not the office, setting up the base for his new firm and generally being under close watch. There wasn't all that much to do, to be honest, but each trivial task was so spaced out but yet so close together by only a couple of weeks, there was no reason to keep flying back and forth over and over. So Loki had bought a rather lavish estate by the countryside and decided to stay until it was all done. He'd gone to Wolkfram and Hart looking for his plaything, who he had a craving for that refused to fade. And had been told, in a very roundabout way, no.

That hadn't gone over very well,

Six hours later, it had been arranged that Lindsey would be dropped off at the hotel room of Loki's choice, not wanting to bring the mortal into his new home. (His scent would be everywhere and Loki wasn't that much of a masochist). He had ignored their excuses and pleas 'He is not to your taste anymore' Loki would find that out for himself, 'He is broken, used' Loki didn't believed they defined those words the same way he did. He waved them off, demanded his indulgence. And he got it, obviously.

He rented him for three days once again, and was sat in his hotel room, having decided he didn't need nor want to go through the annoyances of making a public display of power. He sat there with his Voltaire, sipping idly on a class of AB as he waited for Lindsey to arrive.


Lindsey was actually at the club already for his scheduled appearance, on display on the stage for little more than half an hour when they hastily took him off it again. They hadn't even bothered waiting for the pair working him to finish, but pulled them out and yanked him to his feet. He was washed quickly, not thoroughly, but just to get the surface messes off, or at least, what hadn't dried and stuck already, then bundled into a car to be shipped somewhere. Lindsey didn't ask, all was the same to him now.

Eventually they stopped at a hotel where they dragged him inn but didn't accompany him up. Lindsey didn't even think of escaping though, the thought hasn't even crossed his broken mind as he simply obeyed to take the elevator to the penthouse suite where some rich client awaited him.

He knocked and waited for the door to open, not daring to look up even when it did. The lawyer that Loki knew was completely gone now, destroyed ads replaced by not even a shadow of the real thing. The whore was a cowering thing, but came with him such a deep apathy that came only with brokenness. When the door opened, he shuffled in with his head bowed and eyes downcast, to fearful to look up and forget meeting the client's eyes. He just knew that the man was rich, well dressed, and respected. It really didn't matter.

Aside from attitude, even physically he had changed. His hair was longer and nearly to his shoulders now, and he had grown gaunt in the last few months. A t-shirt covered most of his markings and piercings, but the ones on his lip and eyebrows were visible, a well as the small hoops in his ears. Their sparkling gems from before were replaced by tasteful silver with small charms, but their effects were the same. It would not be immediately recognizable that Lindsey was the slave on the demonic stage though, but Wolfram and Hart were not exaggerating when they called him broken.


Loki arched a brow at the appearance of the once proud lawyer. He didn't seem willing to meet Loki's eyes and in fact was certainly more sallow and subdued than when Loki first saw him. Loki caught his chin and tilted it upwards, making Lindsey catch his eyes as he looked him over. It took Loki less than a minute to connect this sad, broken man to the slave he'd seen just a while ago. He gave no reaction to Lindsey's distraught state, but noted how the blankness in his eyes flared to life with recognition.

"They were not exaggerating your condition, then. They really have done quite a number on you. Shame. I would think they would be more interested in keeping you in good condition." He murmured, stepping back and leading Lindsey inside of the lavish hotel room. He stripped him down quickly and traced his fingers down his chest, around the piercings that dotted him. His mouth twisted, and he said not another word.

Instead he simply brought the used, broken slave to the couch with him. He sat where he had been except this time he brought the mortal to lean against his side as he picked up his glass again. "Explain their uses to me, lamb. The piercings." His tone was gentle, like Lindsey really was a lamb and Loki was careful not to scare him away with a sudden movement.


The old Lindsey would've reacted to Loki's words, but none of that pride or arrogance was left in the man Loki stripped down, not even shame, although a spark of shock did ignite in his pale gaze when he was made to look at his client. Loki, the vampire prince, he was the one who ordered the private audience? Did the vampire recognize him the other day after all, and had merely not cared enough to interfere with his torture? But before Lindsey could hope that his rescue was done on purpose this time, he squashed it out with his protective apathy. Loki had left him before, if today saved Loki him from the night's entrainment at the club, it was not for his benefit.

Head bowed in submission, he waited as Loki took his time inspecting his body. The marks of 'W&H' from last time were red and vivid where they were carved on his back, as well as the crude cuttings of 'WHORE' on his chest. The other word was old and scarred over, out of sight before because he was laid down on a bench. On his pale flesh, the scars stood out in stark contrast and were much deeper than the shallow cuts Loki had once left on him. Lindsey folded when Loki guided him down, no resistance, though he did finch in a small jerk reaction when made to lean against the vampire, like he was expecting such liberties to earn him blows.

In a dead monotone, he obeyed the command and recited the list of magical piercings. "The one in my eyebrow will blind me. The one in my lip will mute me. The one in my left ear will make me deaf. The one in my right ear locks my posture in place. The one in my left nipple works as an aphrodisiac. The one in my right nipple prevents pleasure. The one in my navel..." His monotone cracked slightly, but he continued quickly, "...will make me wet and ready. The one in my penis works like a cockring and will prevent my ejaculation." Finishing off, he fell silent again, clearly waiting and expecting Loki to make use of these new conveniences that was revealed to him.


Loki hummed, "And I suppose they're equipped with a semi psychic link that activates them on order? Clever, clever." He murmured it like a praise, idly petting a hand down Lindsey's side and tilting his head back against the couch, still watching the mortal lay limply against him. He shifted to pet a hand through his hair, which was far too long for his liking. He enjoyed something to grab on to, not a shaggy mane. That would have to be the first thing to go once Loki began his cleaning of the pet. He used his free hand to set down his glass and pick up his book, reading casually for a few long minutes until he could feel Lindsey's confusion begin to manifest itself in his body. Loki looked down and offered a little smile, perhaps it was even a tad mocking.

"You're utterly filthy, you know, and probably leaking all over the cushions." He noted as he flipped the page over, eyes taking in the words greedily. He paused and then pushed Lindsey's hair out of his face, urging him to tilt his head back and allow Loki to look at him properly. "I am disappointed in myself. I should have recognized your eyes. You were so obscured, it was difficult to even see you, but I should have been more perceptive." He was speaking more to himself now and then he shifted to stand, lying Lindsey down on the couch.

"Rest, little lamb." He said simply before walking off into the bathroom, where he started to bathwater. He left Lindsey there until the warm water filled up, before returning to his side and effortlessly scooping the thin body into his arms, walking to the bathroom, seemingly careful not to jostle him. "We must clean you first, hm? And a trim is certainly required." He said with a smirk as he gently lay Lindsey into the warm water, sitting, fully clothed, on the edge of the bath, his book still in hand as he reopened it and began reading.


Lindsey was utterly confused. Nothing happened. For full minutes, Loki was just there petting him, reading, but otherwise he wasn't required to do anything. Just as he started wondering if he was doing something wrong, if he should maybe get off the couch and move to kneel or suck the vampire off, Loki stirred and spoke. He flinched at the first words that left the vampire's lips, and as he began a soft litany of "I'm sorry's", the vampire made him look up again and his series of apologies died on his lips. He didn't know what to say to that, or what he was expected to say, so he stayed quiet.

He laid down when Loki moved away, aware enough that he knew it was what the vampire wanted him to do. He started to shiver when left alone on the couch and actually looked up when Loki came to get him. His eyes became downcast quickly afterwards, but for a moment, there was something that flashed in his gaze that was so complicated it was hard to tell.

When he was scooped up, there was a moment of tension, then he became limp in Loki's arms as he was effortlessly carried to the bathroom. That the bath water was warm, or that Loki was gentle, were certainly more surprising than the destination. Lindsey just sat there, stunned for several moments before he quickly washed himself with efficient brushes of the soap. It was almost military in how proficient and thorough it was, without thought for enjoyment or delay. He only hesitated briefly before he tried to clean himself inside as well with the same precise thoroughness as the rest of his cleaning was. Loki wouldn't want to wait, he didn't want to get in trouble for making people wait.


Loki dropped his hand down to still Lindsey hectic fingers as they scrubbed his skin raw, "You can calm, lamb, I have you for three days. I am in no rush and neither should you be. Slow down your pace, enjoy the bath." He said, eyes slipping over to Lindsey, who looked a little lost and hopelessly confused. Like he couldn't logically fathom a world where Loki wasn't wanting him to rush. The vampire gently cupped his chin, thumb stroking over the line of his jaw, taking in Lindsey's broken eyes once more. No, this was not going to be a weekend of fun and games. This was going to be something far more useful. Loki had no interest in playing with broken toys.

He say back with his book and waited until Lindsey finished up his scrubbing, and then gently placed a hand on his chest to get Lindsey to lie back in the water as Loki read without pause. When he did glance up again, Lindsey had been in the bath long enough for his fingers to prune, and Loki extended and hand to him to aid him out. The immortal, the vicious and heartless feared killed, picked up a fluffy towel to dry the human down with, gently, before wrapping him in a poofy robe and sitting him down on the counter.

He snatched up the scissors, trimming away at Lindsey's hair, until it was cropped neatly just to the back of his neck, and almost stylishly shorted in front to make it look purposefully that way. It would look better dry. Loki stepped back, lips pursing, before he nodded to himself and scooped Lindsey up again to bring him back to the couch. He stripped the now dry mortal out of the robe before settling down once again on the couch, wrapping Lindsey in a duvet and tucking him back into his side, book in hand as he settled in to read.


Lindsey was completely lost, what did the vampire want from him? He slowed down his cleaning although he tried to stay thorough in it, but when he was done, Loki just made him lay back. The water surrounded him, warming him in a way that he hadn't been in a while. As the water started to get cold and he began relaxing despite himself, Loki reached out to help him up. Following Loki, Lindsey became even more lost when Loki helped dry him then cut his hair. He tried to protest that the others wouldn't want his hair cut back if they lost their hand grip, but he looked up briefly at Loki then let the vampire do what he wanted.

Lindsey fully expected to be used now that he was clean and made presentable. What other purpose was there to cleaning him otherwise? Yet when Loki was done, he was bundled up on the couch and was required to do nothing as Loki continued his reading. It must be a very interesting book, at least more interesting than him. He waited, and waited, and started to think if he should be offering his services, but he was drifting. Warm, comfortable, and feeling foolishly safe for the first time in a while, he was fast asleep before he could rouse himself to ask. Even his gnawing hunger was forgotten.

When he was shaken awake lightly, it was just on the cusp of his nightmares. His eyes shot open, his mind a blur as he looked around in disoriented bewilderment. "I'm sorry," were the first words he blurted out shen he realized he had fallen asleep when he wasn't meant to. Yet the confusion continued when he realized he wasn't tied up or punished, at least, not yet. The warm and comfortable belong that he had fallen asleep to hadn't left him either.


Loki watched Lindsey as he slept and Loki didn't disturb him for nearly five hours, smiling at how utterly content he seemed to be, snoring gently, nearly burrowing into Loki. It had been almost endearing how willing and pliant he was. Not only to Loki's orders or perceived commands, but to the little gentleness he showed. So when Loki didn't shake him awake, it was only due to the fact that his body had tensed and he had begun twitching and whimpering and was obviously distressed. He calmed him quickly before he could panic, cupping his chin very softly and bringing his lips to Loki's for a chaste kiss.

Loki smiled at him, a soft and genuine smile, devoid of that vicious joy or unholy victory that his smiles had usually held, not even a taunting edge or a icy warning. No, it was simply a soft and real smile, coaxed from the sight of Lindsey all bleary and disoriented, so obviously not wanting to move but feared punishment. Loki stooped to press another quick, chaste kiss to his lips and he pulled back with a more neutral expression.

"I ordered breakfast while you were asleep. I believe it should still be warm. Hold here, I'll fetch it for you." He said as he eased Lindsey off of him just enough to dart over to the food, gone and back with the two trays and a mug of orange juice in a second. He settled Loki back into him as he was just a moment ago. "Help yourself." He said into his ear, pressing a kiss to the top of it before settling back, his book left to the side.


Lindsey blinked several times, wondering if he was still as sleep addled as he felt. Breakfast? He glanced quickly to the window and was surprised to see that the sky was lightening with daybreak. The sun hadn't quite yet risen but it was close, yet it was early in the night when he arrived. How long had he slept? The questions were waylaid though when Loki returned with food. It was the average breakfast, perhaps a bit more richer than normal due to the quality of the hotel, but Lindsey thought it was a feast nonetheless. Yet it wasn't that which confused him, but that he was left alone to eat.

Moving the duvet aside, Lindsey hesitantly reached for a simple piece of toast. He glanced covertly towards Loki, unsure if he was doing this right, but the vampire didn't stop him. Holding to the toast, he tried not to eat it too quickly although it was still more or less wolfed down before it could be snatched out of his grasp. After the piece of toast and quickly devoured pancake eaten dry, Lindsey was almost convinced that there was no trick to this. So at the seeming encouragement from the other, Lindsey took a drink of juice and moved to try the eggs.

It wasn't that Lindsey was starved normally, but he hadn't eaten before he was taken to the club. Yet even so, ever since he was moved to live-in at Wolfram and Hart's holding facilities, he wouldn't rouse from his bed if left to live on his own, he had lost touch with the luxuries of life. They didn't care much for him, and he lost desire to make requests when most of them were used to throw back in his face. He had discovered the hard way that once he stopped being the prized golden boy lawyer, he was a nobody. They just didn't quite value their boytoy the same way.


Loki watched him scarf down the food with more than a little amusement, waiting until he seemed full but continued eating anyway, perhaps out of fear of punishment. Loki put a hand on his wrist, "You will make yourself sick and that will be entirely unpleasant." He said gently and stood to go put the plates away. He returned to the couch, legs splayed out along the cushions this time, and curled his arms around Lindsey's waist to seat him in his lap, pressing kisses to his neck. He grazed his fangs along the sensitive skin and was pleased when Lindsey almost instantly tilted his head to the side to allow Loki better access. He had been trained well.

But the vampire didn't bite, merely pressed a kiss there and chuckled. "Relax, lamb, I demand nothing from you at the moment. We have three days still, there is no need to rush anything." He said gently and nuzzled into him. "I am curious, however, to what has happened in the few months that I have been busy and left you unattended. I would think that the Trilogy would be concerned with keeping you safe." He said gently, "You seem in rough condition. And I will be removing those scars soon enough."

He was holding him close, still bundled in his fluffy robe, like one would hold a lover, carefully and firmly with no hesitance whatsoever. He had a good idea of what had happened, but he wanted to hear it from the whore's- the horses mouth.


Three days, just like before. Yet for once Lindsey didn't fear this length of time, not even when he knew what Loki was capable of. He didn't look forward to it, but he knew that being with the vampire would still be better than what was originally in stall for him. The kisses were gentler than he anticipated, and although tilting his head was an ingrained response, the little gasp of breath at the sheer sensation of it surprised even himself.

However, what Loki asked Lindsey to answer was harder than to tell him to spread his legs. Lindsey lowered his head, too ashamed to maintain eye contact even when Loki prompted him to.

"You destroyed me," he said softly, but there was neither hate nor anger in his tone. He wasn't sure he was fully capable of those emotions anymore, not when he was fractured like this. Instead, he sounded resigned and defeated. "The video ruined my career and they found another use for me." It did not require elaboration to figure out what that use was. "...it attracted attention and..." He trailed off, knowing it was unnecessary to say more. "They used it as advertisement." If he was still a lawyer, he would have joked that Loki should demand compensation for using his video.

He kept his gaze away. No one cared to know his story, most of his clients only knew that he was a pair of warm holes. He was used hard once he fell from grace, and any attention he got usually only made it worse for himself. Old acquaintances simply put him out of their lives. Loki was the only one who knew him from before, who knew how far he fell and for that, it awoke his shame.


Loki hummed lightly, petting through his hair. "Yes, I suppose the video did speed up the process of you falling into this role as whore and only whore." He said softly, resting his chin on Lindsey's, eyes shutting as he considered. He traced down his arm, "You don't seem particularly angry with me for bringing around your descent this quickly. There was no way you could have avoided this, any promotion you would have received would have had broader and broader clauses with what they could use you for and within a couple of years you'd be right where you are now. But I certainly did speed the process. Have you ever watched it the entire way through? You're gorgeous, I'm not surprised it was so popular."

He said it idly and ignored Lindsey's reactions, barely paying them any attention. "However," He continued after a long minute, "I did take responsibility for you. I took you under my wing and I said I would take you on as my own. You rejected my offer, but I still made it and therefore I should have kept a much closer eye on you. I allowed things to get out of hand and that... was my error. Incredibly irresponsible of me." He noted with a little nod.

He sighed and smiled, before standing, keeping Lindsey in his arms, cradling him close. He walked to the bedroom and pulled down the bedsheets, setting Lindsey to stand on shaky legs. He slipped off Lindsey's robe and lay him on the bed, before joining him in nothing but his trousers, and curling up right behind him. "I will not hurt you, little lamb, do not fear me. Though I doubt you do. You have been taught what true pain is, and you know I am not so cruel." He smirked, pressing a kiss behind his ear. "I am only immortal, and time wears on sanity more than any other force."


"I was," Lindsey whispered, not meant to be heard but he knew Loki heard it anyway. He couldn't chase his anger back even if he wanted it, like so much of him that got broken, there was nowhere to hold it anymore. He did flinch when Loki praised the source of his downfall, but there was little of him enough that he reacted no more than that.

However, he flinched again when Loki reminded him of the deal he turned down. Had he known, he would have taken it, he would have jumped on it even. He leaned into Loki when the vampire held him close and let the vampire take him where he wanted.

He wasn't surprised that their final destination was the bedroom, it was what he was good for now anyway. Loki's words made him curl into the vampire hold, limp and malleable to whatever was wanted of him. He did know what true pain was, was submerged in it and been utterly overwhelmed so much that he was no longer himself. It was a question if he was truly sane himself either, and all he could say now was "I'm sorry." For having turned Loki down, for disappointing the prince, for everything.


Loki only shushed him, not knowing what Lindsey was apologizing for and not caring. "You are forgiven, pet, for any transgression. You are forgiven." He soothed gently, petting a hand down his bare side and letting him relax into the sheets. He didn't shut his eyes, just held the mortal against him until both their skin had warmed up and Lindsey's hair was dry and fluffling. Loki sighed and pressed a kiss to his temple. He soothed the mortal until he fell asleep again, breathing slowly, so obviously exhausted from his life in general.

Delicate, delicious thing. What could he have been apologizing for? Not servicing Loki as he was now programmed to do? He didn't know, he would inquire when the mortal awoke again. When Lindsey did blink his eyes open for the second time, Loki had shifted them so the vampire was leaning against the headboard, and Lindsey sprawled between his legs, head resting against his chest as Loki combed long fingers through his neatly cut hair.

"I trust you slept well, lamb. You did seem tired." He paused, waiting for a response and sighing when he got none, "I may be mad as a hatter to say, but I do miss when you have some remark in response to my every word, whether it be a praise or an insult. You may speak at your leisure, I will not harm you, darling, nor will I punish you."


Lindsey didn't speak though, but just closed his eyes again and shook his head slightly. He had nothing to say nor any desire to speak out and risk breaking whatever fragile magic was at work here to allow him this small respite. Someone who wasn't ordering him around or forcing him to do something or hurting him, Lindsey couldn't remember the last person who didn't do any of that. He honestly wasn't sure there had been one since he entered Wolfram and Hart.

When it seemed like Loki was still expecting him to say something, he finally broke the silence with a quiet, "I have nothing to say." His mind was blissfully blank too and he didn't have to think about what was going on even though it was a constant thing at the back of his mind, like a shadow of death that constantly echoed in his thoughts. With the simplicity his life was reduced to, there was truly not much he could think about that wouldn't bring him some form of distress.

So he rested, awake now, but still with his eyes closed where he pillowed his head on Loki and the vampire's hand running softly through his hair. When silence followed his announcement, he couldn't help but add the words, almost instinctive, "I'm sorry." He honestly didn't want to disappoint Loki. He didn't want to leave his apathetic shell, but the vampire was slowly making him care again.


"Its all right, I shant force you. Speak when you'd wish to and at the very least request something if you should need it." He assured him, petting through his hair since Lindsey seemed to enjoy it, another arm around his waist, keeping him close. Lindsey was nude, though still covered by the blankets and didn't seem to have any issues with it whatsoever. Loki figured that being used as a fuckhole for a couple of months would pretty much eradicate any sense of nudity one might have.

But when Loki shifted to urge them both up, almost an hour later, he still wrapped Lindsey in the robe, giving him that quiet dignity. He walked them to the dining room, Lindsey following after him like a dazed but eager puppy. He sat him down, before reaching into his own personal bag and pulling a small black pouch. Wound with an oldstyle leather strip as a fastener, Loki murmured an incantation before it would open for him and he extracted a little bottle filled with a purple cream.

He returned to Lindsey and knelt in front of him, between his knees. and pulled the robe from his shoulder. He smoothed the cream over the scarred lines of WHORE, crude. Loki's nose wrinkled at that, the craftsmanship horrid and obvious inexperienced and jagged. Loki would redo it himself if that was his goal. He tugged Lindsey forward in the chair to go around behind him and coat the scar with the W&H carved into him, before tucking him back into the robe. "The scars will be gone within the hour." He said with a nod as he packed away the bottle and the leather pouch.


Lindsey followed, not simply out of trust but merely because there was nothing else he could be doing. He was Loki's for three days, yet he felt like he had more freedom than when he was returned to his Wolfram and Hart's assigned living quarters. He stayed quiet though, honestly not wishing to say anything still even when he was seated. He did start slightly when Loki suddenly knelt before him, not at the disrobing part, he barely blinked at that, and something akin to concern flickered in his gaze at the unknown substance that Loki spread over his scars.

Whatever it was tingled and felt warm, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. He waited, knowing Loki would tell him if he wanted him to know, but nothing prepared him for what the vampire told him. Gone? These permanent marks on his body will.... be no more? It wouldn't erase their burns on his soul and likely his skin would stay blemish free only up until the next well to do client wanted to mark him. Loki's video was inspiring to many, or it could even be Loki himself to carve out something on his new canvas, but knowing he had this small moment was still more than he could bear.

Not knowing Loki's reasons and not really caring either, Lindsey choked back a sob as he whispered, "Thank you." Loki was providing more dignity to him than he felt he had in the last three months combined. He bowed his head, not wanting to be seen as his eyes welled with unshed tears. "Thank you..."


"Shhh, pet." He murmured gently and cupped his chin, tilting his head up and pressing a small kiss to his lips, "I will provide you with some of your own, hm? To use the next time you need it." He assured him with kind eyes and another kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth and then aided him to stand again. "We've spent too much time in the bed." He said as he walked them to the couch and sat Lindsey down, considering him carefully before turning and fetching the pair of clothes he'd requested, remembering what size Lindsey was. "After the scars have faded, would you like to go out to lunch, leave the rooms? You look like some sun would do you well." He suggested as he set the clothes in front of him and walked away to change into more modern clothes, black jeans and a green button up shirt.

He sat beside Lindsey, head tilted back on the couch, one arm casually slung around the mortal's shoulders and watching with with calm, careful eyes. Lindsey seemed to be gently shaking and Loki noticed the tears hadn't yet stopped, and had only seemed to worsen despite Lindsey's efforts, after having being given clothes and then left alone. Loki hushed him again and pulled him in close, one hand petting down his back.

He soothed him, pressing another kiss to his hairline and breathing out, eyes shutting slowly. "My lovely pet, its all right. I have you, you can relax for the moment, I have you. You do not want my attention, but I will be enforcing them upon you for the next two days, so you might as well enjoy them." He said with a light tone, though his grip didn't loosen nor did his comforting petting stop.


Clothes, an offer to take him out to lunch in actual normal clothes. It was such a simple thing, yet that kindness was so true that Lindsey couldn't stop his tears. Loki came and held him, and like a child, Lindsey leaned up against Loki to cry into his shoulder. He hadn't had someone hold him gently like this, or comforting him, or do anything for his sake, and Loki was the first to in months... Maybe even years.

"I don't want to go out," he finally said when he calmed down a bit so he wasn't crying anymore. "Just here is fine..." He hesitated then asked quietly, "Is that okay?" He wasn't sure, but Loki seemed to imply that he could make requests. The prince said that he would get Loki's attention whether he wanted it or not, and perhaps this was the first choice he could make.

"Later... Maybe later?" He lowered his head, afraid even though Loki said he didn't have to be. "I'm sorry." He closed his eyes and rested against Loki, shivering in his grasp. He really was damaged. The way he was kept restricted and used, suppressing his own vivid personality had broken him completely. Loki wanted to revive that part, but he still struggled because once these three days are over, he would end up being broken all over a second time.


Loki shushed him gently, "Yes, pet, that's fine. Whenever you'd like, simply ask and we will go. You can rest and eat and simply relax for as long as you'd like." he promised, eyes intent but kind on Lindsey's, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He tilted his chin up so he could face Loki after the ex-lawyer tried to hide his face. Loki wanted to tell him not to hide from the vampire, but he had a much stronger impulse to not order the mortal. He had a very strong feeling that an order would not be well received. Like a fleshwound or a lobotomy.

Loki just held him, petting down his back as he shook himself nearly to bits. Loki, when his expression was not able to be seen by the mortal, was furious. Eyes firey. The Senior Partners never did care for their toys properly, Infercio knew he was interested in the mortal. Loki shouldn't have given Lindsey an option, he should have just taken the mortal and spared him for this. Loki had known this would happen, obviously, and he couldn't deny he enjoyed Lindsey clinging to him like a limpet, needy and grateful.

He would not make the same mistake twice. He would remove him from this situation one way or another. He could and would not take him against his will, Lindsey is not that sort of pet to take. Slave, toys, were one thing. It didn't matter if they screamed no or tried to claw away, or sobbed for mercy, bloody mercy. Pets were treasured, they were pampered, cared for , loved and willing. Most importantly, they were willing. They wanted to wear Loki's collar and be in his care. And the past few months had been very helpful in showing Lindsey that being fucked by a knife and healed immediately after? Was not the worst possible option, far from it.

Loki wasn't even certain he would make his offer again, he didn't enjoy being rejected and he wasn't keen on repeating the experience either. But then again, Lindsey seemed to very broken, he might be all too grateful for the opportunity. Loki would decide later, for now he just let Lindsey calm himself and remember how to breathe properly.

"Its going to be all right, love, I'm here, I have you. You're safe."


The more Loki soothed him, the more Lindsey wanted to cry. It wasn't just gratefulness, but it was all he had lost, all that he recognized as dead in himself. Loki's gentleness was waking those parts of him from their apathetic lock down whether he wanted them to or not, and though it started small, they were slowly all coming out. He was starting to be able to feel enough to know just what had been done to him and stuck between that feeling more and hurting more.

"Safe?" He whispered back, laughing harshly, the sound coming out more as broken sobs. He ended up hiccuping, making a mess of himself and embarrassing himself further, but managed to stop crying. "I'll never be safe," he whispered with a bitterness that was new compared to his apathetic tones from earlier. It was still a bare shadow of his old self but it was enough to show that, when the apathy cracked, there was still something to salvage inside.

"I have three days..." He tried to pull away but his movements were slowed and light like he didn't dare to actually do so and risk upsetting the vampire. It was more for him to symbolize that he wanted to move than any real action of doing so. "I'm a whore," he said, the emotion draining out of his defeated tone. "Treat me as such... don't hurt me further." He didn't want to come back to be broken anew three days later.


Loki didn't so much as keep his grip as it was when Lindsey gave note he wanted some distance. He almost instantly dropped his arms from around him and allowed the whore to move back. "You have three days exclusively in my company. I have made a mistake, I will not make it again." He said simply, calmly, and didn't elaborate, but he did shift to face the mortal more fully. The immortal considered the pet in front of him, how he was curved protectively in one himself, looking bitter and even angry. Though he didn't lash out.

"I would have thought you would have learned to control your expressions better, love. But no, you're still an open book. Wonderful." he praised a she brought a hand up to carefully cup his chin and get Lindsey to look at him, the silent request he kep making through the past night. "You wish to be used, but not hurt?" Loki asked carefully, like confirming a very precise order, "Are you saying it only out of anger, or out of legitimate desire?"

He didn't give Lindsey chance to answer before hie eyes swept over him and Lindsey's fingers dropped to his left nipple, the little charm hanging from it, "This, does it give you real pleasure, or is it torturous and unwanted pleasure? Does it overwhelm you or suffocate you?" He knew there were many charms that were called for 'pleasure' that very much meant pain through pleasure.


Wide blue eyes looked back into Loki's at his prompting, gleaming still with wetness and looking vulnerable set in that tear stained face. This, this kindness was what was hurting him, or would be in the end when it awakened him only to drop him back in the hell that was now his life. But no more did Lindsey wanted Loki to stop than he wanted to go back to Wolfram and Hart.

His gaze followed Loki's hand down to where it toyed with the charm hanging from him and there was obvious discomfort in his expression. "It makes me sensitive," he answered reluctantly. "It works quickly and gets the job done." It was a round about way of saying that he felt raped by it without using the exact words. The charm would make him sensitive and receptive to touches, horny, needy for it, but it wasn't really an aphrodisiac. It was more of a spell to ensure their slave would be begging to be fucked and gave no more mercy to Lindsey than the charm on his right nipple that prevented the pleasure. Two extremes, one on each nipple. None of his charms were for his benefit.

"Use it," he said softly, thinking that he wanted his apathy back, the ability to hide from feeling the hurt and shame and all those negative things his life was now composed of. That way, when these three days are over, he would be no different than when they began. Use him like a whore and maybe he could force that apathy to return so he could stop suffering.


Loki hummed softly, regrading his expression closely, before he grinned widely. "So its simply a cheat. To immediately incite the desperation and need that would normally take a good while to get you to that point otherwise. Its simply an excuse to be lazy under the guise of humiliation and torture. They have no finesse." He said with a wrinkle of his nose, like he personally was offended at the fact someone had come up with the idea of taking away the time and patience and skill required to reduce a proud man to nothing more than a pile of need, and put it on his pet no less. Horrid practices. "Magic has its uses, but really, it just inspires Apathy if given to those who use it without realizing its value."

He shook his head, chuckling lightly before he took Lindsey up about the waist and pulled him to straddle the vampire's lap. "No, I don't think I shall, lamb." He purred out as he dipped in to press a lien of kisses down the length of his neck. "I'm not going to use it, or any of your new adornments. Nor am I going to use you." He noticed the confusion in Lindsey's face and it only made him smile.

"I said I am not going to use you, love, not that I'm not going to fuck you. There is a difference." He said simply, tilting his head to the side as he slipped his fingers into Lindsey's hair and pulled him into a kiss, slow and deep and affectionate. He let his fangs slip out but he didn't draw blood, just allowing Lindsey to feel the scrap of them against his lip, tongue and then his neck and jaw as Loki pulled away to begin tasting other bits of skin.


The lines of Lindsey's brow crinkled in confusion when Loki refused him, refused to hurt him, and instead proceeded to kiss him like... like he wasn't a whore. This wasn't what he wanted, this was precisely what he wanted to avoid. No, no no no.... Because he was starting to feel, starting to yearn for those touches and moan despite himself at the light scrape of deadly fangs against the soft skin of his neck. The exhilaration of that danger always left him breathless, and even after all this time, all that had done to reshape him, that little dark niche of his kinks hadn't changed. Lindsey was left as breathless by this as he always was, and just like Loki wanted, Lindsey's pulse accelerated excitedly at a natural pace.

"S-sir..." he called out softly in weak protest. He didn't want this, he wanted to be used, that apathy was what he craved. Not this, not a slow gentleness that was working to break down more of his apathetic shell. What was worse was it would only crack it so Lindsey would come leaking out, but not enough for him to be able to save himself from his own nightmare. He doubted that was ever possible... but what was he thinking? He didn't want that.

"Master..." He was almost desperate now, needing Loki to stop this and not crack his shell further. "Don't... don't do this." Sadness and fear warred for control in his voice. And, a new fear that he would just disappoint the vampire. He didn't want all these feelings, he was becoming undone.


Loki only chuckled, "Loki, lamb, my name is Loki and I would prefer if you would use my name. I am not your master tonight." What was he then? Well, Loki didn't very much feel like getting into that. He slid one hand down to cup his ass through the material of the robe, pulling him close but he didn't push to strip Lindsey down, only tilting his chin up to capture his lips in another slow kiss. He felt Lindsey tense, try and fail to fight against the gentle, insistent barrage of pleasure.

IN an instant he had the mortal on his back, hovering over him with hungry eyes before he began kissing his way down his throat, cool tongue darting out to lick as he parted his robe inch by inch and covered every newly exposed bit with soft kisses and kitten licks, suckling on the pink buds of his nipples as they came into reach. He took his time, nipping at the curve of his ribcage, licking over his navel and by the time he'd parted it over his hips, Lindsey's cock was hard and straining. Cute.

He pressed kisses up along his shaft, taking the head between his lips and very lightly sucking in stattaco bursts, and when he pulled away he let the side of his fang graze the shaft, making Lindsey jerk wildly under the stimulation. He grinned and crawled back up to meet his lips in a kiss, taking Lindsey's hands and bringing them around his neck so he could press against him lengthwise and kiss him deeply. He pulled back when the mortal was breathless, "There is nothing wrong with pleasure, lamb."


Lindsey resisted up until he was pressed into the bed, then, as if his ingrained training took over, he went limp under the vampire. Slowly Loki peeled away his layers with those soft kisses interspersed with light brushes of fangs. It made Lindsey's breath hitch unsteadily, his apathetic shell breaking further with each soft caress. At one point Lindsey arched up on the bed and cried out, his gasp quickly stifled but it was clear that he wasn't unaffected.

When Loki moved back up, Lindsey met his kiss with a soft sob and pleading eyes. "There is when it will be taken away again," he whispered brokenly when Loki kissed him a second time. He couldn't fight the vampire off, didn't even try as Loki did what he wanted regardless of the state it would leave the human.

Unable to help himself, his tears started up again. Why did Loki have to do this to him, why couldn't the vampire use him like he always did, fuck him with a knife, maybe, or flay the skin off his back. That was what vampire prince liked, right? Lindsey was used to that now, that was what his life had become and his apathetic shell could handle that. This, he didn't know how to deal with.


Loki only smiled as he pressed in for another kiss, "I have already said I will not repeat my mistake, lamb. Nothing will be taken from you that you do not wish to willingly give." He murmured into his lips, smirking as he did so. He noticed the tears a moment later and very tenderly kissed them away, curling his arms around Lindsey and stopping his gentle assault of kissing and light touches for the moment, just letting him shake apart once again in his arms, crying harshly against Loki's shoulder.He was such a sweet, delicate thing and Loki was happy to wait until he calmed again.

Lindsey cock had softened again but Loki didn't take that as discouragement. He kissed him again, light and quick, before kneeling up and stripping off his shirt, and then shucking his own trousers slowly. Left only in silk boxers he leaned over Lindsey again, eyes intent on the mortal's. He scooped him up and adjusted him so Lindsey was completely out of the robe and lay across the pillows, Loki hovering over him.

Loki had the lube in hand in a heartbeat and didn't smear it on his fingers, only left it by Lindsey's hip. "Allow me to give you some of the pleasure you've missed out on since my departure." he said softly, lapping gently over his pulse point and slowly working his way down his body with licks and kisses and nips, fangs out. He suckled on his cock for a moment, making sure it was back to being hard and straining, before pulling Lindsey's thighs over his shoulders and pressing a chaste kiss to his puckered, winking hole.


Lindsey fell apart and became put back together within Loki's arms. The vampire did exactly as he said he would, he was gentle and didn't force Lindsey into doing anything that he want. Even as Lindsey protested, deep down he wanted this. He needed this and, as Loki said, the vampire returned to him the pleasure that became completely absent in his life.

In no time at all Lindsey was hard again, gasping at what Loki was doing to him. He could feel the tongue lapping against that sensitive area, so abused that it became ultra sensitive to the soft tender licks. He began mewling softly, besides himself with the unexpected build up of desire that burned within.

"Loki," he called out, voice barely above a whisper but it was like a shout in the otherwise quiet room. "Take me..." He lifted his head so he may look down at the vampire positioned down by his legs. He pleaded at him with his eyes, requesting with his gaze for Loki to continue gently, to continue giving him what his other 'clients' hadn't done. Give him some dignity. It was too late to stop now, with how far he had cracked apart there was no returning to his apathetic shell. "Use.... use the lube. Please."


Loki smiled into him but pulled away, pressing kisses to his belly and chest as he crawled back up him, "All right, love, you need not beg." He assured him gently, taking up the lube and coating three fingers in it. He kissed Lindsey, letting the mortal taste himself on Loki's tongue as he pressed a digit into him, slowly, carefully working him open, teasing at the rim and stroking the inner walls. It was only when Lindsey had completely relaxed around the one finger that Loki added another.

It continued like that, gently rubbing over his sweet spot, working him open gently and dotting him with kisses until Lindsey was moaning at every crook of his digits, every flick of a tongue over his sensitive nipples making him squirm in delight. Loki have him pleasure and nothing more, a gentle, lazy pleasure which required nothing on his part except the willingness to take it. And that Lindsey had in abounds.

Loki didn't tease, didn't make him beg when he was open and dripping, just peeled off his own boxers. He straddled Lindsey's thighs, giving him a good view as he slicked his cock, He shifted to hook Lindsey's legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of Loki's back as the vampire very carefully pressed inside, filled the mortal up to the hilt. He kissed him as he invaded, soothed him with a slow and passionate kiss, taking one of Loki's hands in his own and entwining their fingers.


Did the vampire realize what he was doing for Lindsey, to Lindsey? Ever since his modifications were put in place, his clients preferred to use that, assuming they wanted him slicked at all. So very few of them wanted to stick their fingers up his ass, much less prepared him gently it made sure he enjoyed it. It was never about Lindsey, unlike what the vampire was doing, and it tore down a few more of his protective layers.

They were doing nothing short of making love. Lindsey gripped their entwined hands tightly, holding on like it was his lifeline, his only hold that kept him from drowning in a sea of sensations. His legs pushed the vampire forward, digging into the small of that strong back with his heels. He moaned wantonly at Loki sliding in, parking inside him like he belonged there. It certainly felt right, it neither over stretched him nor was small inside. Not that the vampire prince was by any means small, but Lindsey had bigger during these months.

Soon Lindsey was willingly meeting Loki's thrusts, using his body to urge Loki on when only soft gasps escaped from lips. He started to meet Loki's kisses willingly, to give back as good a kiss as he got, tongue meeting Loki's and intertwining desperately with the vampire. Loki was perceptive and seemed to read every need, every desire from him, and when the vampire wrapped a hand around his cock, he nearly screamed. A tear that he wasn't even aware of rolled down his cheek. This was almost like a cleansing if all the brutality that was done to him, at the least, certainly a reprieve.


Loki lapped up every delicious response, loved every chocked noise he coaxed from his pet. He obeyed every silent request as if he was a doting lover, stroking Lindsey firmly and quickly, getting him closer to the edge. He fucked it slowly and kissed him as he screamed. He kissed his tears away when they began and pressed kisses down his throat when Lindsey needed to gasp for breath. He was gentle, loving, kind and he knew he was tearing his sweet pet apart with every moment that passed. He loved every second of Lindsey's unraveling.

He fucked him like that until Lindsey was moaning and gasping brokenly, balls tightening in Loki's hand where he'd trailed it down to explore. But he quickly brought his hand back up to stroke Lindsey off and in moments the mortal was coming hard, with something almost like a sob coming up his throat. And Loki, well, he simply hummed and remained inside of him, stilling as Lindsey writhed out his orgasm, little aftershocks going through him as Loki locked their lips together and they kissed leisurely. He ignored the little confused noise he made when Loki didn't continue, just ever so carefully withdrew and curled around him.

"I plan to take you again, love." He whispered, keeping Lindsey's clean, he'd even caught the majority of the mortal's release in his hand and was in the process of licking it from his fingers. He pulled the human close once again, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck as they snuggled, back to chest. "I have have no reason to rush, just relax now, love." He urged softly, nuzzling into him.


Lindsey gratefully curled into the vampire's hold, exhausted by what seemed to be the most natural climax he had in months. He was shaken to the core by it, and felt limp like a rag doll in the vampire's tender grasp. He was more grateful than he could express to Loki for pausing, to let him catch his breath and simply relax into that gentleness.

"Thank you," he whispered softly when he managed to come out of his climatic stupor. Loki had done all this for him, and even now though he felt the persistent hardness pressed against his back, the vampire wasn't doing anything to relieve simply to give him a chance to recover. "Thank you for doing this." Lindsey sighed softly as he snuggled back into the embrace. He wasn't hiding anymore. He came out of his shell and worked to gather as much of this goodness as possible with hopes it could last him before he shattered again.

Though it was mere minutes, but it seemed like hours before Lindsey moved again to tuck his head back against the crook of Loki's neck. The vampire's cock was still a hard reminder against his back that what happened was only half the event. The unexpected half and there was more for him to do. Hesitantly, he offered, for once not under coercion, "... I can go down on you... and take the edge of. If you want me to."


Loki smiled, a little curve of the lips. "Its fine, lamb, I have waited much longer than a couple of hours to be tended to. Once you hand yourself over to an Ethiopian Priest with more than a few erotic sadist tendencies, it teaches you control." He teased lightly and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, remembering those years fondly. He'd given the man one lifetime, a mortal lifetime, and taught him how to hurt, with himself as the test subject. Loki had watched him branch out, watched as his rituals and sacrifices became more and more elaborate, fostered and nurtured the madness within him until he spat blood between his teeth when he laughed, slitting the throat of a child in the name of a god now long dead with time.

Good times. He had died in Loki's lap, calmly breathing, and very politely asked his captive and mentor to kill him, so that the vampire's restrictive curse could be broken before he died naturally. It was a pest, he told Loki, to try to break the curse when the priest died naturally. A violent death would snap his magic and the curse would break on its own. Loki had obliged him and had been discovered by three of his many daughters, who had made him his daylight ring in thanks for ending their father's like. No one mourned for him but Loki and even that was fleeting, he'd gotten cocky near the end.

It was almost an hour before he required anything of Lindsey, and he simply made it obvious by trailing his fingers down and cupping his sac, rolling it in his hand to make the mortal's breath hitch as he lazily lapped at the curve of his neck, and then he gazed his fangs there. "I wish to drink from you as I fill you up with my seed, make you come again when you are wrapped around my cock." He breathed, "Would you like that?" It was an honest question.


For that peaceful hour Lindsey doze, sated and comforted in the protective hold of the ancient vampire. No one could hurt him there, not his other clients, not even the Senior Partners, who seemed to give a certain respectful berth around the prince. He hung in that limbo between wakefulness and sleep, not deep enough to dream and have nightmares, but just enough to give him the rest he needed.

When he was brought out of that blissful blankness by the vampire's touch, he was almost recovered from their earlier activities. "Yes," he breathed simply, recognizing the soft question for a genuine choice and finding himself excited by it. All his abuse hadn't beaten out his dark desire for vampires, and being given a choice, a real choice and an opportunity to turn Loki down, almost made him heady with the desire. His cock responded with a twitch to the soft graze along his sensitive neck and Lindsey's closed his eyes to whisper again, "Yes."

Loki could do anything to him, have proven in the past that he could take what he wanted, when he wanted, yet when Lindsey needed it most, the vampire was giving back. Lindsey almost wanted to give Loki anything he wanted, freely, willingly. It couldn't be worse than what was already done to him by others. "Please, Loki... Yes."


Loki chuckled, "All right, good boy." He didn't quite manage to wrestle the praise from his tone, that might have been seen as condescending, but the praise was honest and not mocking. "I'll have you on your knees this time." That part was a choice Lindsey didn't get to make and he rolled the mortal forward and propped him to his knees. He thumbed at his hole, swollen and loose, obviously used to being stretched and abused. After making sure he was still ready for him, he took the extra precaution to add more lube to his cock before hilting himself inside smoothly.

One hand curled around to toy with his nipples, turning them in to sensitive little peaks and his other dropping to wrap around Lindsey's cock. He stroked him slowly, remaining still inside of him except for little grinds of his hips to stimulate his sweet spot and get him hard and wanton quickly. His method seemed to work and soon Lindsey was throbbing in his palm and grinding back against him needily.

Loki withdrew then and thrust back in, choking the air out of him and making him whine at the slow and steady stimulation, driving him forward to the edge mercilessly. How sweet. Loki worked him like an expert, mouth licking at his shoulder, nibbling and nipping as if teasing at the bite that was to come.


Lindsey didn't like being on his hands and knees, it reminded him too much of how the others treated him, but he didn't resist it when Loki manipulated him into that position. He wouldn't have protested when others put him there, he would do even less when Loki did. Yet soon he forgot about that as Loki played his body, raising his pleasure to crescendo points that had him bucking back with need. In what only seemed minutes he was arching back until Loki obliged and started finally thrusting into him.

The thrusts drove him forward into the bed. They weren't hard but filling, each of them hitting unerring the magical spot inside him to make tiny sparks dance behind his eyes. He tilted his head back willingly for the vampire, moving it off to the side to bare it for his nuzzles and licks. When he felt the first scrape of fangs, not even breaking skin but merely drawing down his tender pulse point, he nearly cried out from the sensation.

"Go on," Lindsey urged although his permission wasn't necessary. It never was, but he wanted to give it anyway just so he could. "Bite." One would think after all he experienced it would be hard for him to get off anymore, and while that was true sometimes with the cruel ones, this was different. He was so very close that it may even be enough to send him over.


Loki chuckled at that and with one last lick over the pulse point, he sunk his fangs in and drank deeply, the rush of sweet blood almost making him groan out his pleasure. Oh he was sweet, so sweet, pain and relief and anger and gratefulness all swirling together on his tongue in an almost orgasmic blend. The things Lindsey had suffered had changed him, but had also changed his blood to a delightful cocktail of everything he'd struggled through the past months and Loki loved it.

The bite was only made better by Lindsey locking up and coming with a scream as Loki bit. Loki didn't take much, just a few little sips, before withdrawing and lapping at the wound as his thrusts went wild before he snapped himself forward one last time and spilled his seed deep inside of him. He licked at the wound, just until it stopped bleeding, and then slowly withdrew from the used channel.

He lay them down on their sides and curled his arms around Loki's waist, drawing him close, making sure they were chest to chest so Lindsey could bury his face in Loki's shoulder as he seemed to like to. "Good boy," He said softly, pressing a kiss into his hair, "My sweet mortal. Rest now if you are tired."


Lindsey breathed heavily after he came, just riding out the rest of his orgasm and going pliant in Loki's arms. The vampire held him and took care of him, and for minutes he moved in a daze just being manipulated by the other. By the time he returned, he was already held against Loki's chest and curled up in his arms. Lindsey felt strangely safe like that, and tucking his head against the vampire's shoulder, he let himself calm down within Loki's embrace. This was... good.

"M'okay," he murmured with his voice muffled against Loki. He lifted his head and turned slightly so he may look at the other man. He averted his gaze nearly immediately afterwards but there was satiation in his brief look. "Just a little worn..." Almost shyly he glanced back up to meet Loki's eyes and this time he held it albeit a bit hesitantly, like he wasn't sure it would be acceptable. "Thank you."

Whatever may happen, at least he got this small reprieve. Loki said he wouldn't hurt him this weekend and Lindsey believed that. He still remembered how the vampire valued his word, and although he couldn't understand the motives behind this kind treatment, he was grateful for as long as it would last. "If you want more blood..." He wanted to offer it freely.


Loki smiled at the offer, "I will ask for it." He finished the sentence, "And take it only with permission. Do not worry, love, I demand nothing of you except perhaps your warmth." He murmured, dragging his palm slowly up Lindsey's back to demonstrate his point. He kept them entangled like that, letting Lindsey relax and drift in and out of the present moment like the little darling he is. "Rest, little lamb." He murmured delicately as Lindsey stirred as if to speak. Lindsey's words were almost always either apologies, thanks or questions if Loki required something, and the vampire didn't need to hear that.

Instead he just held him, demanded nothing more, giving Lindsey some sort of rest from his daily hell of a life. He picked him up after nearly five hours, scooping him up under his knees and bringing him to the bathroom. He set him down on the counter and stilled his hands as he began to wash him down, even had him kneel up to wash away the semen dripping from his hole, dabbing it carefully away until he was clean.

When Lindsey was finished, he brought him back out to the couch, wrapping him again in the fluffy robe while Loki simply pulled on a pair of boxers. He curled up with him on the couch, flicking on the television and handing him the remote, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You look curious, love, what's bothering you?"


With no more demand of him and held in an embrace that made him feel protected, Lindsey let himself do as he was told and relaxed. He didn't need to worry or fear that he would be waken to pain or find himself in undesirable positions. Loki used to do that to him, but that seemed like another lifetime ago. He drifted in and out of a light doze, starting awake several times but relaxing again when he got his bearings. After the last time, Loki moved to clean him up and he didn't feel shamed by that either.

When they were curled up again on the couch and Loki actually pressed the remote into his hands, Lindsey was instantly hesitant. He had stopped watching television himself a long time ago, not because the little apartment he was given didn't have one, but he lost all interest in the functions of the outside world that he had no part of anymore. Now, he chewed on his lip and flicked through channels until there was one playing Looney Tunes. A shadow of a smile curved his lips and he stopped it there.

"... Why, Loki?" he asked after being prompted when he leaned back against the vampire. This was nothing like what he remembered of the vampire, not this sort of attentive kindness, not this caring. This vampire liked humiliating him, shared him with the Ram, made the video that brought his downfall. He wasn't angry at any of that anymore, they were all things of another time and life, but while he changed, the vampire shouldn't have. The vampire explained it before earlier, about having made a mistake with him, but Lindsey didn't see it. Maybe his mind was too addled, but he thought this was what the vampire wanted when he made the video. He was so confused.


Loki smirked at that, unable to help it. He could tell the truth, he could tell Lindsey he'd broken him down just enough to make him vulnerable and then tossed him to the dogs to let him be torn apart. Of course, if he said that he would also have to admit that he hadn't kept a close enough eye on him, that he'd allowed it to go too far. He'd allowed his new indulgence to get torn up too much, too quickly, because of the idiocy of the people who owned him. Not people, but that wasn't important. He pet his fingers through Lindsey's hair as he considered his response. "Because you have value to me." He said simply after a while.

He didn't elaborate until he could almost visibly see the waves of confusion and curiosity coming off of the pet and he continued with a small sigh, "You are aware of my desire to take you as a pet," He was careful to use neither past or present tense exclusively, keeping it neutral, "I offered as much the last time I saw you. I will admit I would not have released the tape if you had accepted, but you did not, so that point is now moot. You have not lost your value, from my perspective, you've simply buried what makes you interesting away in an effort to protect yourself." He finished as he glanced down to the mortal, making eye contact finally.

He cupped his chin to make sure he held eye contact, an insurance Loki had been taking often lately. "You have began to believe yourself worthless. And for you to believe that you are anything less than a pet, and that is far from derogatory, worthy of being pampered, spoiled and indulged? That is for me to correct. This is simply the first step."


Lindsey tried to lower his eyes, to turn away but Loki's grip kept him where he was. He had less confidence about what was beyond repair and was simply buried. How could he still have value to anyone, as completely ruined as he was now? He was dirtied, used by monsters and creatures with no names in acts so revolting that Lindsey could not bear his own existence. Though Loki kept his chin locked, he could not help but lower his gaze as that shame he tried now to feel wash over him and made him helpless.

"Do you still want me?" His tone making clear what he thought Loki's answer would be despite what the vampire had been telling him. He heard but had not allowed himself to believe, instead thinking that Loki... He didn't know what he thought, but it couldn't be because Loki wanted him still. Although he couldn't understand why the vampire would bother to correct something like him when doubtless the prince could get someone pretty and undamaged, not used goods or a common whore.

Lindsey began shivering and shaking in Loki's grasp, confronted by his own helpless situation. He had avoided this despair by wrapping himself in apathy, but Loki tore that away, making him all too aware the true misery he was eternally condemned to. He could almost feel anger at that, almost reach that buried spark that Loki spoke of, but he despaired and smothered it before he could grasp its warmth. Tears put out the rest of its embers. "Then take me," he whispered, "do what you want, fuck me with your knife...." he would rather have that than what he currently did. He didn't want to go back.


Loki held him close as he shook, petting through his hair and saying nothing as he fought to compose himself, or at least regain control over his own form. Loki shut his eyes at the request, remembering how beautifully Lindsey had sobbed and screamed, blood dripping from his hole as he tried so hard not to writhe. “I am doing what I want.” He said simply, “This is exactly what I desire, how I desire to have you. I enjoy having you in my arms, love, I enjoy your honesty and I enjoy how you require me. I do desire the simple pleasures as well, pet, it just happens I haven’t had reason to desire them from you up to this point.”

His voice was calm, soft and soothing as he pet a hand through his recently cut hair and holding him snugly. Loki’s eyes dropped to his, “When have you ever known me to do anything other than what I desire to? If I had no more want for you, why would I be here? If I wanted you as a whore or a slave I would be taking full advantage of your new accessories, I would be indulging my sadism and making you love every moment of it. I am doing this because I desire to, because I feel the impulse to. Because I have investment in you, you are worth more than a temporary indulgence of my lower desires, and I believe above all that you are still the lovely, firey lawyer who caught and held my attention.” He kissed Lindsey, deeply, slowly, passionately, coaxing the exlawyer to melt into him.


Lindsey did melt into Loki. He did so more than physically, but was completely blown away by the vampire's words that it temporarily melted his ability to process them as well. Although he didn't feel the confidence to, he still looked up, he had to meet the vampire's eyes and see if the man was telling him the truth or playing with an already broken whore. Yet despite what he expected and feared, all he saw was sincerity in that earnest, timeless gaze.

"You mean it," he said, awed and touched so deeply that he felt like it had awakened something down in the core of him that he believed was dead. Enough that although Lindsey lowered his head again afterwards, he was still able to whisper, with a faint echo of that fiery lawyer that Loki still recognized, "You must be blind."

Something in the way Lindsey held himself against Loki seemed to relax further, like some held back tension fled out of him. For the first time he felt something he hadn't in months, that had been rekindled briefly a week ago and had left him in further despair when it died... hope that his hell could end. Maybe Loki really did still care and would help him.


Loki chuckled, "Oh lamb, I am many things, but blind is not one of them. I believe I see clearly, far more so than most creatures of my kind." He said with amusement as he pet a hand down his side. "Just ask, my pet, ask and I will give." It was a heavy offer, a loaded one with the power of a nuclear bomb behind the implications alone. Loki, the ancient, powerful vampire was giving power to this mortal, this little fragile fucktoy who he had used, abused, torn apart and destroyed. And was now ever so gently rebuilding, bit by bit.

"Relax, darling one, that is all I ask of you. I will take you again, and you will enjoy it just as much, I promise you that. My offer of lunch still stands though it would be more an early dinner at this moment. Watch your animations for the moment, we have no rush." He said as he settled back into the couch, one hand on Lindsey's hip. After a second of consideration he reached around to pull the thick blanket over them both, making sure Lindsey was warm as he held him close.


"Do you..." Lindsey bit his lip as he tried to get his thoughts in order. Ask for anything? He only wanted his hell to end. Even if it meant going from a general one to being condemned only by one damned. "Do you still want me?" Loki didn't directly answer his question and Lindsey didn't want to decipher or assume anything. However, with the vampire having avoided answering once, Lindsey thought he already knew the answer.

"I don't want anything," he said, letting go of the power that he would once have done anything to possess. It wasn't true, but he didn't dare to request for the things that came to mind. Could he ask for Loki to see him again after this? Maybe even if the vampire didn't want to keep him anymore, he still wouldn't mind coming back to see him, a few months later, even half a year. He said he valued him, and if it have Lindsey something to hold onto, Lindsey might be able to survive. He had doubts, but he had nothing else to hold onto.

Turning, he just buried against Loki, snug under the blanket and enjoying these rare sensations while he still had them. Warmth. Safety. The absence of fear. With his head pillowed against Loki's side, he said softly, eyes never leaving the television, "Somewhere private. If we're to head out.... I don't want to meet anyone." What he didn't say was he didn't want to bump into someone who may be able to recognize him or interact with others. If he had a choice. He wasn't ready.


Loki smiled gently, watching the pet in his lap, all curled up like a turtle in his shell, nervous to so much as peek his head out and test the air lest he lose his little safety. "I had never planned anything else, I know a perfect little place, utterly secluded. We will be the only ones there." He murmured, tilting Lindsey's head back for a kiss, "Or at least, we will be utterly invisible to any other patrons." He assured, waiting for the little nod before settling back.

No need to rush, none at all. the show wasn't finished yet and Lindsey seemed to be enjoying the simplistic fun of the program so Loki simply contented himself with threading his fingers through the longish hair, pushing the locks gently behind his ear and simple re-memorizing the feeling of Lindsey all curled into him.

But soon enough it was time to go and Loki eased them both from their seats, urging Lindsey up and bringing them both to the bathroom. He placed the clothes he'd brought out earlier in front of Lindsey, "Get dressed, clean yourself, I myself have to dig out my pleabian clothing so it will take a minute." He said lightly as he caught his lips in a sweet kiss before vanishing out the door again.


After Loki left him, Lindsey began his round of quick methodological scrubbing that accounted for cleaning until he recalled Loki didn't want him to do that. He slowed his pace a bit, trusting that he had time, and took it to make sure he was thoroughly cleaned instead. He left Loki's seed inside him alone, knowing that with all other traces of the vampire gone, the prince might like this remainder, like a scent of perfume behind the ear, of Loki's own musk, wafting out of his body's heated interior.

The clothes themselves were of good quality, smooth like silk against his skin and just as comfortable. He smiled a bit after he was dressed, smoothing out a wrinkle with his hand and waiting for Loki to also be ready. Even after slowing down he was done early, so he silently waited back on the couch while pondering about their dinner.

He was nervous. There was no denying that bit. He hadn't headed out for his own reasons for a very long time and he now didn't know if he would be able to handle it. He didn't want to embarrass Loki, and he couldn't help but think everyone would see him and automatically know what he was. They would be disgusted and wouldn't want to be near him. Even if it was impossible, Lindsey feared it and managed to work himself into such a state that he jumped when Loki touched his shoulder. "M-maybe we shouldn't go..." He said dubiously when he glanced up hesitantly at the vampire.


Loki only arched a brow at his nervousness before purposefully stepping back, both hands on Lindsey's shoulder, making a show of looking him up and down before smiling. "And waste you in these clothes? I had the notion you would clean up nicely once you were put into some decent quality material. No, we'll be going to lunch, I'm sure you're hungry." He said with a little grin, "Its a purely mortal restaurant lamb, so worry not about any supernatural company." He assured as he slid his fingers through Lindsey's hair to push it into place before stepping back.

He kept one hand on his shoulder as he led him outside, and then down to the elevator. He brought them into the cab, keeping a close and firm grasp on Lindsey, occasionally pressing a kiss to his hair or temple to make sure he was calm and didn't panic. "Its all right love, no harm will come to you. Just relax." He sat them down and pulled Lindsey close, one arm around his waist and he gave the address and they were brought to a simple looking restaurant, classy with black doors and large window displays.

True to his words, every patron was mortal, fresh blood and soft skin, and not a single daylight ring in sight (besides Loki's) to imply one of the undead were in their midst. He brought Lindsey up the stairs without so much glancing at the Maitre'D, and slipped into one of the secluded little booths, the curtains pulling closed as they sat across from one another. Isolated.


As Loki said, it was more of an early dinner than late lunch, and Lindsey was absolutely ravenous. For most part, when he wasn't being abused by clients, he wasn't often starved. Wolfram and Hart provided for him and he discovered that eating was better than not for they would force feed him otherwise. So he was used enough to gentler meals that he felt every missed one acutely.

Yet even so, he had to be guided forward by the vampire and prompted several times with encouragements to prevent him from requesting they called this off. More than wanting to eat, he didn't want to disappoint the prince. Still, it was to great relief when they were finally seated and a curtain drew close to isolate them in their secluded corner.

"This is a nice place," Lindsey said softly, trying to make for small talk that used to come so naturally to him. While he still had the memories of those times, he stumbled and stuttered when he tried to draw them out. There menus on the table, but Lindsey didn't pick them up until Loki prompted him to. At which, he bowed his head and said softly, "Anything is fine." After what he had been through, his stomach can probably process anything.


Loki only raised a brow at that little comment. When the waiter came by at Loki's gesture the vampire ordered, "Steak, filet, rare. That's all. And then the chefs choice, three courses." He glanced Lindsey over slowly before his eyes flicked back to the waiter, flashing a friendly smile, fangs tucked neatly away. "And a glass of Pepsi." He may or may not remember the contents of Lindsey's fridge from when he'd snooped around the first time. The waiter nodded and headed off, Loki looking back to his ward. He looked jumpy, nervous, like he was expecting this all to be a very elaborate trap to make him slip up.

Loki rolled his eyes and extended his arm, slipping it around Lindsey's waist, hand on the other's hip. He pulled him close, as if they were two lovers, though the touch was too dominating and too possessive for it to be that casual. Lindsey was his and Lokki showed it in every twitch and movement, just naturally. Loki wanted this one, and he wanted him close for the foreseable future and perhaps even past that.

"I'm sure your meal will be wonderful. As indecisive as you are." He murmured, catching his chin to press a kiss to his lips, pulling away with a smirk. "Are you going to stop doubting my declared intentions soon, little lamb? I'm beginning to think you don't appreciate them." Dirty move. Loki relished in it.


Lindsey nearly panicked when Loki said that, thinking for a moment that the vampire prince was taking offense. "I do... I'm sorry, I..." But then Loki held him close and he quelled his stuttered words, taking from the vampire's actions that he wasn't in trouble. "I... It's just..." Unable to finish, he trailed to a stop and looked up with a weak smile. "I'll try."

From that point on, Lindsey tried to relax. He really did, and when the food started to arrive, he managed to forget his nervousness at Loki's gentle care taking. The only hiccup happened when Lindsey wasn't sure if he was expected to eat himself or be fed, and honestly didn't know which one he preferred more. When Loki fed him, it felt more like he was being cared for rather than insulted and whenever Loki held him close, he didn't mind the possessive undertone at all.

So he was almost disappointed when Loki indicated that he may help himself, to the point that he even made a soft disappointed noise before he could help himself. But not wanting to disappoint, he tried to recall some of his manners and neatly cut into the steak.


Loki reached out and lightly grasped his wrist as he went to take a bite of the meat. He pried the fork from Lindsey's lax fingers, the human seeming to have gone tense, worrying. He offered a little smile to assure the mortal everything was fine. He just pulled the mortal to him, as close as he could get without being in Loki's lap as he lifted the fork to his lips. Loki's own nearly raw steak sat in front of him, untouched, and Lindsey's own thick slap of meat was just over well done. Good, Loki didn't want to consider how Lindsey may have reacted to bloody steak.

He let him chew the little piece of steak as he pet through his hair gently, "When I was but a child, just over a couple of centuries old," He said as he cut Lindsey another piece, continuing to feed him but by bit, allowing him time to chew slowly and take his time savoring the expensive food. "I fell in love with this... Goddess. That is what she was considered back then. Well, I say love, I suppose it was more of obsession. I worshiped as her slave for years, and she grew older, became wise and no one dared to invoke my wrath by opposing her. It was said that if one were to offend the goddess of Light, she would send her demon after you to kill you the very next night. She never gave me orders, she never knew who I was. But I followed her, found her a mate, watched her grow old, watched her burn on the funeral pire as they burned down her temple in reverence of her power. Her daughter was my first ward, my first pet that I truly took. I kept her safe, aided her to rise to power, gave her an empire. She was a very ancient relative of a famous figure of yours and she came to be known as Isis." Loki murmured the story as he fed Lindsey bite by bite, slow and careful, pausing to steal kisses and simply breathe him in.


Loki's kindness and storytelling helped Lindsey relax further into the meal. Whether it was just the background noise or hearing that the vampire was human enough to have loved once, Lindsey felt reassured and slowly came out of his shell.

"This is the first time I've had steak made so well done," he murmured after the silence that followed Loki's tale. It was easier to consider that than how old the vampire was if he called being a few centuries old a child. "It's good." Although, given his state, that probably wasn't much of a compliment when nearly anything may be an improvement.

"Your meal's gone cold," he said with quiet alarm when he noticed that Loki still hadn't touched his lightly grilled steak. With how raw it still looked, it was questionable whether it was really ever hot. "I'm so--" Yet before Lindsey could fully apologize with the words on the tip of his tongue, Loki stopped him with a finger against his lips. Hesitantly, Lindsey took the digit into his mouth to suck on gently, though insecure blue eyes looked up at the prince as if unsure whether he was doing this right. "But I'm warm," he whispered in offer.


Loki couldn't help but laugh at that, "Are you trying to seduce me, little lamb?" He asked, eyes sparkling as he slipped a hand to Lindsey's hips and tugged him closer, removing his finger from Lindsey's lips, "Coax me with your warmth, offering the hot, tight suction of your mouth? Or perhaps the slick friction of your hole that I've so recently used." He murmured, leaning in to breathe the words out against his lips, "Are you trying to tell me that you are more than eager for me to use you, to pleasure you, to allow you to writhe in ecstasy beneath my touches?" He said as he licked over his lips, tracing the seam of them lightly.

He smirked, though it was more amused and lustful than predatory. "Do you perhaps seek to find something in my touch. Comfort, affection, a gentleness you crave? Would you prefer me stretched you out slowly, digit by digit until you need my shaft inside you more than you need air? Or would you prefer your preparation to be perfunctory and quick so I may enter you quickly and take you with expert thrusts that would have you craving more even after I've rung your release from you?" His voice was no more than whisper now and he dipped his head to skim his lips up Lindsey's neck.

"Would you prefer to ride me, lamb, strain your muscles to take me into you, use me as a tool for your pleasure. And just as you are on the edge of the release I will drink from you, take my sustenance that you have given freely and watch as you shudder apart in my hold? When I find my own release inside you, will you keep it warm inside you as you do now, waiting for me to make use and use my own seed to slick the way into penetration"


Any other man saying these things to him would have Lindsey hesitating even more, but here he found himself getting aroused as well. He was almost as confused by this as wanting, and he looked back with helpless desire for the vampire. The lightest of whimpers escaped him at the sultry words whispered against his ear, and Lindsey closed his eyes when a shiver of anticipation overtook him.

"Slowly," he whispered when he found his voice again. "I would prefer it slowly... that... that is if you would." He was fully aroused now, his own erection straining against his pants in a way that hadn't happened in a while. This vampire managed with only words to reduce him to this, needy, slutty thing, and while an awakened part of him still felt shamed by it, he also felt that wasn't Loki's purpose. It didn't fit into the rest of the vampire's treatment of him this weekend, and he tried to find courage in that to add boldly, "Use me gently, like before."

So that, for this weekend, he could lie to himself in thinking that Loki wasn't a client who hired him, but someone who valued him for him. "After you eat." He swallowed, shifting subtly to try to find a more comfortable position with his arousal, but they were only half done their meal and he had a feeling it would be a long one regardless.


Loki smiled and his hand snaked up to cup Lindsey between his thighs, giving a little squeeze to his obvious straining arousal, amused by it. "Gently it shall be. Slow and tender." He agreed with dark eyes as he slid his thumb up over his zipper, just to get the reaction he loved from the mortal. "Open you up wide again, until your rim is open and dripping for me, slick with lube and spit. And when I sink inside you, you will scream your satisfaction. I'll have you on your back, knees tight around my sides as you attempt to control your own wild arousal." He murmured before slowly withdrawing his hand.

He regarded the steak with a bit of a wrinkled nose, the cold dead meat not nearly as appealing as the sweet little trembling pet beside him. With that in mind Loki dipped his head to nuzzle at Lindsey's neck, "After I eat." He agreed with a smirk but didn't bite, just licked slowly over the fluttering pulse, loving how Lindsey went limp and offered up his throat so beautifully. "But first, you will correct yourself. I will not use you, not tonight nor the rest of the time you are mine. You will give yourself to me, and whatever you do not wish to give I shall not take." He nudged his chin to capture his lips in a kiss.

"But I don't eat if I have no need to put on appearances, lamb." he lifted his hand, lips still an inch from Lindsey's as he snapped his fingers and a server appeared and sweeped their meal away, replaced with a single bowl of Lindsey's soup, a creamy thick broth. Loki sat back, "Enjoy, I don't believe I can aid you with this one."


That got an honest laugh out of the ex-lawyer, a soft but true one nonetheless. Offering Loki a slight smile, he took up the spoon and drank the rich soup slowly, savoring each mouthful with quiet relish. Thankfully, by the time he finished, his straining erection flagged a bit to allow him to sit again comfortably, at least, until Loki decided to return his earlier teasing by palming him under the table. Nearly instantly, hee was straining against the zipper again.

He hated what a spineless slut he became, but Lindsey whined out his need and leaned up against the vampire. "Is there anything else left to the meal?" He half considered asking Loki to skip the dessert if there was any. He wanted what the god said he would give him. It was all Lindsey had in his life anymore, and he wanted the gentlest version of it possible.

While the server came to clear away the dishes, Lindsey turned to duck his head against Loki's side. He didn't know what the other man thought of him, he just knew he didn't want to see the expression that was probably on his face. "If we're done, I want to head back." For more reasons than one.


Loki only smiled softly as Lindsey nuzzled into him, part out of desire for closeness and partly out of shame. "We'll box up dessert for you to eat later. A few more calories wouldn't do you any harm. All skin and bone." He murmured into his hair, rubbing a hand up and down his arm affectionately. He signaled the waiter over to request the pastry that came with the meal was to be boxed and given to them to take home. He handed over a sleek black credit card without bothering to ask for the price of the meals, one completely untouched. He stood when it was all taken care of, gently holding Lindsey's hip as he brought him with him.

"Then we will head back, I told you, this is a night for your indulgences. Feel free to make use of that. Tomorrow... tomorrow you will get a very special gift. But that, will be a surprise." He said with a playful little wink down to his poor trembling pet, still hard in his trousers. He was absolutely delicious, just broken enough... slowly beginning to get his feet back under him. Loki would watch with pleasure his reaction to Loki's gift, but for now he just bundled them both into the limo, box of desserts being taken by the driver.

He tugged Lindsey to his side, wrapping an arm around him, and tilting the mortal's head back so he could kiss his neck and throat, tongue darting out to taste every now and then, slow and exploratory. "I have taken hours, binding my pets with silken ties and exploring every inch of them so thoroughly they cannot tell where I begin and they end. I would like to do that to you, let my tongue trace every invisible scar, and allow my fingers to map out every inch of you. Until you cannot speak your own name, utterly awash in pleasure." His voice was silken, spoken right into Lindsey's ear.


Lindsey dared to smile very slightly when they were back in the car and he saw the driver carrying a box of what he assumed was his dessert. Something sweet and decadent to eat after sex, and just that thought filled him with a warmth of happiness from being spoiled. He tried not to let his fear and doubts for 'tomorrow' ruin the moment, tried to ignore memories of abuse and how Loki liked to play his harshest games on the last day. Instead he snuggled against the vampire's side like the vampire could save him from those fears and tilted his head in open welcome in anything the night creature would want.

His eyes closed and he shuddered with anticipation to the potent combination of words and tongue. "Yes," he whispered back as he shifted in his seat, trying to find some relief for the tightness in his jeans. "Please... I want you to do that," he said, turning so he could catch Loki on the lips and tentatively initiate his own kiss. Once accepted, he kissed desperately. His tongue reached out to touch Loki's, to taste his mouth, explore those teeth, but as soon as the vampire gave any sign of wanting to take over, he surrendered. He bowed his head when they broke apart, panting slightly and wanting to simply bury his head against the vampire's shoulder.

"Let me be your pet... I want to be your pet," he said softly, though Lindsey let it slide if Loki interpreted only as him responding to what he was saying about their night ahead. Already Lindsey had hinted, asked, a few times and each time Loki ignored the request as if he didn't hear. "Take care of me, Loki, please. I want your pleasure."


The kiss almost caught Loki off guard but he accepted it graciously as allowed Lindsey to kiss him how he wanted. After a while, however, Loki pressed back and almost smiled at how easily Lindsey conceded the power. An eager pet who recognized Loki's utter ownership was precisely perfect. The desperate plea, whispered quickly but clearly, so much need in just the soft tone, made Loki smile. He cupped Lindsey's chin and had those shining eyes meet his own, watching Lindsey tense with anticipation.

"Being my pet means more than taking my pleasure, little one. It means taking pain and pleasure and everything in between. You would live in comfort, luxury, as mine and only mine. You would be untouchable to anyone except those who I deem worthy. You could have anything you want. I would care for you, little lamb, I would bring back the fire that was once in your eyes and I would free you from your chains. But you would wear my collar, permanently. And obey me without question. As Pavel, I can and will use you for my own pleasure and deny you yours. It will not all be pleasant, lamb." He said honestly, holding Lindsey's eyes.

He drew him in close until Loki could hold him as if he were a small child, head tucked into the vampire's shoulder, Loki's lips at his ear, "But, Lindsey, I promise you this. If I take you as my pet, I will protect you. I will indulge you. And I will never break you again, not like this. Every wound I inflict will be healed and rewarded in triplicate. Every punishment will be met with reward and you will never want for anything. And when, if, you grow old, you will live happily. In comfort and wherever you'd like." He said, pressing a kiss just below his ear. "Think, little lamb, before you answer."


Lindsey thought Loki would ignore his words again like the other times he asked if Loki still wanted him, but the answer was such a welcomed change from this expectations. He listened carefully to what the vampire told him, processing as best as his broken mind could grasp, but it still came down to an improvement from his current life as a demonic fuckhole. Tears began spilling when the vampire called him by name, his actual given name, to the point that it took a few minutes for him to calm down.

A bitter smile twisted his lips when he pulled back enough to let him meet the vampire's eyes again. "And you think my life now is all pleasant?" His gaze dropped and he shifted so he could move back into the vampire's embrace. Despite the warnings, those arms remained gentle around him and reminded him of safety.

It couldn't be worse than the regular tortures or being treated like an animated sex toy. Even if Loki liked using him for his sadistic games, it would still be better to belong to one sadistic demon than a club of them. Lindsey didn't try to talk terms, he didn't really even pause to think. "Yes, if you'll have me... Yes." He looked back up to show his desperation in his fractured gaze. "Anything, master, anything you want."


Loki's eyes were warm, "So it shall be." He murmured, cupping chin and holding him close, "I will have you, lamb. I will have your apartment cleared, you can sort what you do and do not want at a later date. You will not leave my care at the end of our prescribed session. The Ram has gotten cocky, I was asked to sign no contract to have you. They have no binding over me and I wish to take you now, so I shall. You're mine, darling thing, we'll get you fitted for your proper collar soon enough." He said with a small smile. He had noticed Lindseys' reaction to his name and so he shifted him until he was sat beside the vampire again, Loki's arm around his shoulder.

"Lindsey." He called gently, just to get that wide eyed look of worship from the mortal again, "You are strong, my pet, and you will never lose your name. My resilient, clever lamb. perhaps if you are interested we can get you back into Law. Would you like that, to be a lawyer again? Not for demons, obviously, but for the mortal world. Fair cases, with rules born out of lawbooks rather than magic." He said with a little teasing smile, catching his lips in a kiss.

The car pulled up before he had a chance to respond, Loki only breaking the kiss as he opened the door. He allowed Lindsey to step out of the car by himself and they walked together, side by side, to the elevator. Loki turned back to his pet, he thought the word with a victorious thrill, once they were in private, cupping the back of his head. "No need to give me the answer now, you have all the time you would want to think it over."


What, practice law again? Lindsey couldn't even process those words before they had arrived. Eyes wide and dazed by the changes that happened over that brief car ride, Lindsey let Loki lead him out and up back to the hotel room. Just like that he was free of Wolfram and Hart. Not completely, Loki was part of them now, but he wouldn't be property of the Senior Partners.

The thought stopped his thoughts like a mental train wreck. "I... I can't," Lindsey whispered with new anguish like a man who realized his last ray of hope was being shut out. "My soul..." They owned him. Even if nothing bound Loki thus weekend, that only meant the vampire was free to do what would normally protect Lindsey from permanent harm, the Senior Partners still bound their whore.

By now his erection had sagged. He was overwhelmed by the changes, so he moved on autopilot, letting himself be guided in and led over to the bed. "I want to," he said softly, slowly coming out of his stupor although his mind still worked slowly. "I... I don't know if... Law..." Overwhelmed again, he clutched to Loki again although this time there were no tears. He wanted to, but it would be a Kong time before he recovered enough to handle that sort of pressure. It was questionable if he could ever have that sort of confidence again.


Loki settled the shaking man down on the bed, holding him as he clung to Loki, petting slowly down his back until he calmed himself a bit. He tilted Lindsey's head up when he thought he was coherent and offered a little smile to him, comforting, "Your soul is of no worry. You think in all my years I have not learned a couple of tricks to be able to acquire one's soul? Especially one bound by something as petty as contract?" He asked with amusement, arching a brow. "Your soul will belong to no one but you again in short time, lamb. the soul of Lindsey Mcdonald will be protected, just as the rest of you." He murmured, cupping his chin and drawing him into a kiss.

He let Lindsey calm down after that explanation, sitting beside him on the bed and holding him as he all but sobbed into Loki's shoulder. The vampire usually found the tears of humans annoying and petty. But Lindsey wept with such a deep grief and gratitude Loki could only hold him and give him something solid to rest upon and take comfort in. Playing savior had never been one of Loki's stronger roles, but he found he was enjoying it on this occasion.

"As I have said, little one, you have all the time that you could need. If you wish to the option is available, if you do not wish to work another day in your life, that is also a perfectly viable option." He murmured as he nuzzled into Lindsey's hair affectionately. He had almost forgotten the enjoyment that having someone's gratitude could bring. Pavel had eagerly jumped into his arms and spread his legs. But it had been a very long time since he had rescued anyone, and Loki felt himself warmed by it. Even a villain could play the hero now and then. "Would you like to sleep now, you seem tired."


Loki's words were like balms on wounds that had been left open for months and caused Lindsey to cry until he had no more tears to spill. It was far too early to truly hope, but that particular light had been rekindled in him and hearing his full name spoken aloud began a cleansing torrent of grief that he couldn't stop. The vampire was so accommodating too, and by the time Lindsey was done and curled up in his arms, Lindsey honestly felt better. He could almost believe that come tomorrow, he was rescued from his living hell.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured tiredly when he finally found his voice again. "You had plans..." But Loki's soft kiss stopped his apologies and protests enough that it brought a tentative smile on his worn expression. "I can continue," he decided after a moment, long enough to show he truly thought about it and it wasn't just his broken response.

Now that he was on the bed, he reached down and undid the fly to expose himself then spread his legs wide. There was no longer an eager bulge waiting for Loki, but Lindsey had confidence that the vampire would be able to bring it back in no time. "I... I want what you can give me."


Loki chuckled at that. Lindsey looked like a mess, tears streaked down his face, cheeks flushed in patches. And Loki used the sleeve of his coat to dry his cheeks and was pleased when that got another little smile from the lawyer. Loki let his eyes drop to Lindsey's shaft and hummed, letting his clever fingers curl around it and stroke slowly. "Look at you, little lamb looking to be pampered. What was it you asked for." He shifted Lindsey further up the bed, slowly stripping him of his layers, until Lindsey was lay bare for him again. "Slow, gentle, one finger at a time until you are stretched open for me and begging for my to simply enter you? Shall I use my tongue first to open you up?" He asked with a chuckle as he pet a hand down Lindsey's chest.

He chuckled, "But I think perhaps that might have you going off a bit too quickly. But I do have a cheat sheet, of sorts, I know what you enjoy. What can get you... desperate." He said with a smile as he let his fangs lower, leaning in to kiss Lindsey with them exposed. And just like that the half hard shaft in his palm was rock hard and nearly throbbing. Loki was laughing as he drew away, loving the reaction, how widely blown Lindsey's pupils were. "Oh, lamb, if I have years to pick you apart and sees what makes you tick. To discover just what touches, which toys, what each and every variable does to you until I know how to get you screaming for it, I have the distinct notion that none of them will match to you simply seeing," He ran his tongue over his fangs, "These." He smirked.

He sat back to remove his own jacket and shirt, tossing it aside before bringing himself back down to Lindsey but not touching him at all. "Go retrieve the lubricant, pet, and lay on your back for me." He instructed, eyes intent and dark with arousal and anticipation.


Despite what he was put through, despite what a shameless whore he became, Lindsey's cheeks still turned a rosy tinge when Loki pointed out his weakness, that one kink that he couldn't quite rid himself of. Several other vampires had noticed him getting hard for them and taunted him about it, but none quite figured it out completely like Loki had. Certainly, even for other vampires, Lindsey had never reacted that quickly before. Perhaps something about knowing Loki wasn't trying to shame him with it helped him anticipate this rather than leave him anxious.

"You do have years... I'm yours now...?" He pointed out, still tentative and his voice raised partially in a hesitant question like he wasn't sure if that was a true fact or not. He was still afraid to presume, knowing that even though the vampire's words were worth more than gold, as a useless whore, Lindsey had been lied to and taunted enough that it was hard for him to have faith to trust.

Not giving Loki a chance to answer though, partially because he was too much of a coward and was afraid that the answer might turn out differently, Lindsey moved to get the lube. He returned to offer it with two hands to Loki. As soon as the vampire accepted it, he moved to obey the next instruction by spreading himself out on the bed, knees drawn up to present his hole. Some things were still too beaten into him for him to change completely.


Loki smirked at Lindsey's tentative confirmation, and took the lube when it was offered. He moved up between his legs when Lindsey opened himself up like a lamb for the sacrifice. "I do have years, as long as I could want. You are mine, pet. All mine." He murmured, not minding the position Lindsey put himself in. This was a habit he didn't want to break. He smeared some lube on his fingers and shifted up between his legs to circle and gentle finger around his rim. He leaned in, fangs still exposed to kiss slowly down his neck, making him arch beautifully before Loki trailed his kisses down his chest and over his belly. He finally sucked at the tip of his cock, making him arch and cry out in ecstasy.

He pressed two fingers inside. though Lindsey was already open and warm and slick from Loki's seed which had been dripping out of him. "Darling thing, I remember the first night I wrenched your pleasure from you, made you shake with it until you couldn't breath ever to beg for mercy." he murmured with a smirk, pulling away from his shaft, "And now you give it over so freely, beg for it even." He teased as he slowly stretched Lindsey open bit by bit, taking his time as he promised. He shifted up to kiss Lindsey through it as he enjoyed his taste and the feeling of the man against him, pressing in a third finger and working him loose and ready for Loki's cock once again.

The vampire pulled back to strip himself of his bottoms, hooking Lindsey's knees over the inner crooks of his elbows as he lined up his cock, which had been hard for more than a little while now. "Are you ready, Lindsey?" the vampire asked softly, staring down at him as the tip of his shaft nudge at his hole.


Loki was right, no matter what toys, what kinks the vampire test on Lindsey, it was unlikely that any other could drive him as wild as Loki's fangs could. It wasn't just vampire fangs, but how the older vampire wield them as well. Lindsey felt them in their shared kisses, he could feel their light scrape against his skin when Loki trailed down his torso. His blue eyes were blown wide with lust in the short time Loki had his already loose hole prepared.

It was a clear struggle for him to form different thoughts to process what the vampire said. "A... A year." That was about how long it had been since his virginity had been taken from him by Loki. A long and hellish year. He was surprised that he could even remember it, or could form the thought at a time like this.

But the tip of Loki's head nudged against him again and Lindsey's eyes went dark as his pupils dilated with his dark desire. Wanton in his arousal, he bucked back against Loki's shaft and wiggled his ass in a mindless attempt to spear himself on. Loki's observation that her was begging for it was right. Lindsey was a man completely dominated by his lust in an automatic reaction to allow himself to take what pleasure he could.


Loki hungrily took in the begging reaction, needy and wanting. And he couldn't tease the poor, desperate thing, only hitching his hips up and pressing forward, filling Lindsey ever so slowly so he could feel every inch. He let Lindsey adjust, catch his breath as he relaxed back into the sheets, eyes glazed and sweetly panting. He kissed him softly again, grinding his hips in a careful little circle, just to get Lindsey to make the delicious little sound against his lips.

His thrusts were sure and gentle, kissing Lindsey between them, making sure to graze his prostate on every snap of his hips. He kept them pressed close together, Lindsey's cock trapped between their stomachs and getting friction. The vampire truly made love to the mortal, sweet and affectionate in every way as he went. They rocked and moved in tandem. Lindsey meeting each one of his lazy thrusts, and Loki simply absorbing the human's heat and swallowing every desperate whimper. "Such a good boy for me." He murmured into his ear as he pressed kisses along his neck, fangs grazing his throat.

"May I have a taste, lamb?" He asked gently, waiting for permission as his hips picked up the pace and fucked into Lindsey, not harder but faster, punching the breaths out of him and making him whine cutely as he was fucked. He wanted to get him right to the edge before Loki sunk his fangs in, wanted Lindsey to come as Loki took his meal.


Lindsey gasped hard as he was filled with the vampire's great length, his arms shooting up to wrap around Loki's back to pull him further down against him. When the vampire was in completely, Lindsey thought he was going to explode from the gentleness alone. He whimpered at the start of the thrusting, the whining growing higher in volume when Loki's speed started to gain momentum. He shuddered under the vampire, arms clutching tight and clawing softly with dulled nails at the immortal's back.

"Y-yes," he stuttered as his legs came to wrap tighter around the vampire in clear indication of wanting to cling. He tossed his head back although it could have been a natural reaction as much as him being drowned by the tide of pleasure. Seeming to recall that he was answering a question, Lindsey shouted louder, "Yes!"

He shuddered when he felt Loki's fangs touch him, not breaking the skin yet, merely dragging over the point of his carotid with a feather light touch that raised goosebumps across his flesh. He was thrusting back, mouth slacked open and panting to the rhythm of the deliberate thrusts. Each push brought him closer to the edge until he started bouncing erratically where he was pinned to the bed, one hand struggling to grip at his own cock for pleasure. "L-Lo--!!" Whatever warning Lindsey wanted to give died in his throat when he felt the fangs suddenly sink in, stealing voice and blood from him and pushing him over the brink. Crying out in wordless pleasure, he came fast and hard, spraying so strong that his own cum splattered onto his chin.


Such a darling thing he was, spasming and clenching around the immortal. He drank deeply but didn't take much, just a few strong swallows. He pulled away quickly, licking over the wounds as he groaned and came buried deep within his willing body. Heat, welcoming arms clutching at him, Lindsey's heart racing against his own. It had been a long time since Loki had had a lover but he vaguely remembered it feeling something like this. At least it had until she'd figured out Loki's problem, the problem being his vampirism.

He pulled back, not short of breath nor sweating but his eyes were dark and his hold on Lindsey was gentle but possessive when he pulled him into a kiss and that spoke of his satisfaction enough. He picked Lindsey up once the mortal seemed to have caught his breath, ripping the sheets away and laying them down on the blanet he put down in the next moment for them to lie on. He took the second one from the foot of the bed to pull up in case Lindsey would want it before Loki darted off to retrieve Lindsey's desert.

Ancient creature of darkness waiting on the little mortal, his new little pet. But Loki did enjoy spoiling those who deserved it. And Lindsey had bore enough burden to earn him Loki's mercy for a while. He curled up beside him, laying open the plastic tray with the angelfood cake, coated with whipped cream and lots of various sorts of fruits, which was drizzled with a unsweetened honey. Loki had no taste for it but he scooped a little cream on to his finger and pressed it to Lindsey's lips for the mortal to lap up, sampling.


Lindsey was exhausted when Loki pulled back. Loki's kiss was met sloppily by the fucked out human although he still made a valiant effort to raise his passion. It simply didn't work out and Lindsey's eyes dropped with tiredness while Loki changed the sheets. Settling into their warm comfortable embrace, Lindsey sighed and before he knew it, he was dozing off.

Loki's return with food jostled him back to a semi aware form. Reacting to the vampire's presence, Lindsey was nuzzling against him when the first cream coated finger touched his lips. He sucked it in, swirling a lazy tongue around the digit as he turned to look up at his new master. Waking a bit further, he opened his mouth in silent request for more.

"Thank you," he murmured as Loki brought up another bite of dessert. It was excellent, like the rest of his dinner earlier, but that wasn't what he was thanking the vampire for. But the still recovering human didn't elaborate as he switched back to the cake that Loki fed him one small bite at a time. "It's delicious." He smiled, the expression softening the lines of hardship on his face. "Will you kiss me again?"


Loki dipped in to kiss Lindsey, indulging the request happily and feeding him the dessert slowly between luxurious kisses. Lindsey was content and lazy like a cat, and Loki couldn't help but hold him close. "My beautiful little pet." He purred out, sliding a hand through Lindsey's hair. The affection in the mortal's gaze, the gratitude, was making Loki feel very lenient. "I will look into purchasing you a new place of residence when you need to sleep." He murmured, "I will have your things cleared out and moved over. You will lose your finances but that's no matter, I will give you a new account to use. We'll discuss details and things at a later time." He said as he deliberately smeared some of the cream over Lindsey's lips to be able to dip in and lick across them.

He nibbled lightly on Lindsey's lips before turning to the bedside table and plucking a blade from it. He saw Lindsey pause, saw the terror rise in his eyes. Loki just rolled his own and kissed him gently to stifle the fear. "Relax, little one, I'm only having my own dessert. Nothing bad." He teased as he lightly drew the blade down the side of Lindsey's neck, creating a thin line that would heal within a week at most. Loki dipped it to slowly lick at it, taking the droplets that struggled free and humming as they stained his lips red.

He shifted to pull Lindsey into his lap to continue licking at the wound, soft and gentle with a sort of single minded focus, hands lightly palming at Lindsey's ass as he enjoyed the taste and feeling of him.


"There's nothing worth keeping," Lindsey murmured back after kissing Loki and letting him enjoy the cream. He smiled a bit sadly after accepting another bite. He technically still has his own apartment, or at least as far as he was concerned, but none if it seemed important anymore. The momenta, the few things that he owned from before Wolfram and Hart, all seemed pointless. "I live at Wolfram and Hart now."

Further explanation died in his throat when he saw Loki pick up the knife. It was like the breath was knocked out of him to leave him gasping in soft shuddering breaths. He should be able to handle it, he was Loki's now, he said he would do anything, but memories of being tortured flashed across his mind with white hot intensity. The kiss got him to breathe again, but it wasn't until after the cut had been made and Loki was suckling on the wound did some of that fear evaporate a bit.

He melted again, his body going pliant under Loki although the strong taste of fear lingered like an aftertaste in his blood. Slowly relaxing, he arched back his head and gave over his throat for the vampire to do as he pleased. A few more licks and Lindsey started moaning and grinding his ass down into Loki's hand. "I'm sorry.... I'll be better."


Loki hushed him, "You're fine, darling." He murmured as he licked slowly over the wound, loving the slow drip of blood, the fear, then confusion, then arousal that tinged it in such a short amount of time. He let one hand drop down to massage Lindsey's prick, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Gorgeous little masochist." He pulled away as the wound stopped bleeding, "I will enjoy showing you every way pain can be pleasure and how much pleasure you can withstand before it becomes pain." He murmured as he nuzzled into his chin, "My darling pet." He spoke it as if it was the highest of praises. Which is was in a sense

Loki shifted Lindsey to lay on his back as Loki hovered over him, eyes dark. "No, you do not live at Wolfram and Hart. I will buy you a new home, on the seaside. Large enough to have space both for rooms that I require and you to have plenty of your own space. You will live as you like when I am not present, you will be pampered. At this moment you have more value to me than any other mortal that does not bear my collar. Being mine, Lindsey, gives you power." He murmured with a slow smile spreading across his lips.

"Ask for anything, anything at all and I will give it to you. You are my pet, little lamb, and I do enjoy spoiling the things that are... mine."


Too spent to get it up again even at the sweet promise of Loki's hand, Lindsey merely moaned in appreciation at the soft message to his crotch. It had gone past the oversensitive stage to allow him to enjoy the slow ebb of pleasure while keeping a relatively cool head. He did not miss how Loki, for what seemed to be the third time, offered him more power than he possibly ever had in his whole career. Finally, some of that message got through to his fractured mind and he realized that, if this happened, if he truly became exclusively Loki's pet, then he could have a life back. More than that... he could have nearly anything he wanted.

Loki gave him back not only hope, but possibly a purpose. Something shifted in his eyes when Lindsey looked back up at Loki again. A new awareness was there to gaze out of that broken shell, something of the lawyer was trying to think within the mind of the whore. "I want to get back at them..." he whispered quietly, so softly that he might've been saying it only to himself. It was a dangerous request, dangerous even to think, much less say out loud, especially when nothing of his deal with Loki was more than a couple of words.

Yet it was also reminiscent of Lindsey as he used to be, the vengeful little lawyer who would whore himself out for the chance to bring down those who ruined his life. He did it to Angel before, now he wanted to do it to Wolfram and Hart. Or at least, his old bosses. Lindsey may not be ready for that, not right now, but if Loki kept his word, if he will help Lindsey recover, he will eventually be. One day.

But for now, shortly after he whispered those words, he buried his head into the pillow beside him, inadvertently baring his neck open for Loki. Louder, he said in a voice that shook slightly, "I want to be Lindsey McDonald again."


Loki just smiled tenderly, "You never stopped being Lindsey McDonald, love. You simply forgot along the way. You've buried yourself deep enough you've lost your identity somewhat. I will gladly help you retrieve it." he assured him, liking the light in Lindsey's eyes. The fire in his gaze. He kissed him slowly before he shifted and sat up, stretching his arms luxuriously above his head and running pale fingers through black hair. "As for revenge.... I can help with that as well. I am part of their company, and am invested in their success for the moment. So I promise nothing in the foreseeable future. But... time changes everything. It may turn the tides to your favor." He said simply.

He stood then, allowing Lindsey to appreciate the long lines of his form, dropping the dagger in the sink to be washed later as he retrieved his bag. he extracted the enchanted pouch again, the one where he had withdrawn the vial that had healed Lindsey's scars. But this time he retrieved a small container of cream, a small blade and a matchbox. He brought the glass container back to the bed and unscrewed the lid before regarding Lindsey seriously.

"Decide if you are sure in becoming mine, pet. Because once this is done, any magical binding or control will be severed. And you will be bound to me, and only to me. Which means only I will have control over the new adornments you were equipped with as well as anything else. The Senior Partners will notice it, and once it is done there is no returning. I'll allow you to sleep on it." He said as he set the things aside and returned to curl around Lindsey, settling the mortal in to sleep. "In fact, I insist you sleep on it."


Bright blue eyes followed along Loki's pale form as the vampire moved across the room with confidence and grace. Lindsey wanted that confidence back, and although he had never been that comfortable while nude, he believed if he ever pulled together again, he will be. What was walking across the room compared to all he had already done?

His eyes widened when he saw Loki draw out the new blade, but before he could let his fear run away with him again, he took a steadying breath and held it. Soon enough, Loki's explanation came and he released his breath in a shaky exhale. However, his blind fear turned towards nervous doubts, not over what was about to take place but quite the opposite, as a worry that it would not.

"I don't need..." Lindsey protested, his fear that Loki may change his mind beating a strong rhythm in his chest. So much could go wrong still, at any moment Loki could realize what a mistake he made with Lindsey and send him back to the Senior Partners. With Lindsey having already stated his stance, he would never survive going back to Wolfram and Hart. He couldn't. They would break him apart so badly that there would be no burying to escape. "Just tell me what I need to do... I don't need to sleep on it." He turned pleading eyes on the vampire when Loki settled back to holding him. "I'm sure... I really am."


Loki met the pleading eyes calmly, "You want to be mine." He barely had to wait for the eager confirmation, "A large part of that is taking my instruction without question and taking my orders as gospel." He said softly, and then turned Lindsey's head back to lie on the pillow. He curled around Lindsey, "Besides, I plan on giving you a gift if you do accept it tomorrow. But in your current state you wouldn't be able to enjoy it. So sleep." He ordered, gentle but firm. He wouldn't tolerate an argument.

He saw the panic in Lindsey's eyes before they turned away and sighed, deciding to soothe him. "This is not time for me to think it over, lamb. I have my own reasons. I will take you without pause, in the morning, and claim you as such. Now, do you need aid to sleep?" He murmured, offering it kindly as he pressed a kiss to his neck, soft and soothing.

He wrapped his arms around the mortal and tugged the blanket up over them both to keep Lindsey warm as he slept, nuzzling into his hair. "You are mine. I will not change my mind. I have waited this long to have you and I can wait a few hours longer. Sleep well, gather your strength."


Where such words before would have made him wary of what he would need his strength for, at current he was more distracted by other concerns. He did not argue again though, did not even voice a noise of protest. Already he had done more than he would have a mere two days ago and began to worry that Loki would take offense. The way the vampire continued to hold him was what convinced him that Loki hadn't.

"It may help..." Lindsey accepted the offer hesitantly, clearly unaccustomed to someone offering him help like that. In his recent experience, anything that was remotely similar would have been violent and knocked him unconscious rather than have him any true rest. Yet despite his earlier exhaustion, their conversation had pumped enough adrenaline into his veins that he doubted he would be able to sleep easily. "Something to help me sleep fall asleep."

Shifting so he faced the vampire, Lindsey tried to let Loki's presence soothe his harbored fears. If Loki had seen him like this for two days now, it was unlikely that he would change his mind. Loki valued his word too and he had expressed his interest in Lindsey clearly this time. Deciding that the more he thought about it the more it made him nervous, he forcefully pushed it from his mind and tried to melt against the vampire. Whatever Loki's method of aid would be, he found he trusted it unquestioning, much less doubtful than about tomorrow's promise.


Loki smiled, "Just wait here a moment." He said gently, shifting out of bed and returning to his little brown pouch. He withdrew a little vial, "You're intimately familiar with my other bag of tricks. This is just a collection of things I've acquired over the years with special properties. This is the potion that inspired the story of Snow White. Severely watered down, of course. But take no more than a drop." He tilted Lindsey's head back, dripping a single tiny drop on to his tongue. And within moments Lindsey was in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Loki rolled his eyes, the thing cute when he was asleep. He tucked him in and began making preparations. He first sent out the virus, the one he'd created into the video. Embedded into the feed. It took less than an hour for it to come back as a positive, the video, all forms of it on the internet, that is, had been deleted. He browsed houses on the seaside, beaches, for a few moments before deciding on a rather large one, perched on a clifface. Eight bedrooms, four levels, rather secluded but close enough to a moderately sized city. Only twenty minutes by car. Perfect.

He had prepared Lindsey's gift by the time the mortal awoke. He was curled around the mortal, chin nestled on top of his head, holding him against his chest. He kissed him gently on the lips as his eyes opened and offered a smile, "Did you sleep well?" Of course he did, he had been drugged, but he asked anyway.


Trusting like a baby bird of its mother, or a lamb led to slaughter, Lindsey tilted back his head to open his mouth. No sooner than the taste of the drop fading completely from his tongue did he already start to feel drowsy. He snuggled up to Loki, clutching to the vampire like a safety blanket, before he dozed off dead to the world.

The drug induced sleep was the most peaceful, most dreamless sleep he had, even beyond what Loki gave him yesterday. One minute he was falling asleep and the next he was awakened with Loki's kisses and the sun filtering through the windows. He was refreshed after a full night's rest, as well as slightly sticky, but compared to some of the states he experienced, he was clean. In fact, he was sure that the worst of the mess he made last night was already wiped away while he was asleep.

Smiling somewhat hesitantly back at his new master, Lindsey answered with a slight nod. He could only hold his nervousness back so much though, so to save himself the suspense, he jumped right into the question. "Will you claim me now?" He looked back with blue eyes naked with his fear and wants and desires, all laid as bared as his soul was.


Loki chuckled at Lindsey's eagerness, "Yes, yes, I will darling. But first... breakfast." He said as he slipped out of bed and handed Lindsey a pair of trousers to put on. He had ordered it while the other way asleep, and it was still warm, lay out on the table. Loki guided the shaky mortal into dressing and sitting down to eat, urging him gently to take a few bites. The scratch on Lindsey's neck was healed, his cum was wiped away off of his stomach, and only Loki's seed remained neatly plugged up inside of him from where Loki had pressed in the little piece of plastic.

He pressed a kiss to Lindsey's forehead before sitting down across from him, flipping open the same book he had been reading when Lindsey first arrived here. It had no title, a simple black hardcover, and though it was modernly wrapped the pages were filled with an ancient form of writing which Loki was apparently absorbed in. He smiled gently, able to feel Lindsey's eyes on him, "It's a biography. Of me. Not written by me, of course, but by a rather talented pairing, or a necromancer who was able to conjure ghosts from all points in time, and a clairvoyant. They took a particular interest in me after I killed their son."

He flipped through a few dozen pages, "And here you are. Apparently your ghost was quite sarcastic. And wouldn't give them any information on me. That's quite endearing. I suppose that when you die you don't despise me. But then again, it's disappointing. It would have been good to know how this progressed." He snapped the book shut.


It wasn't until Lindsey sat up did he realize that there was now a plug in him. It had felt so comfortable that it didn't bother him at all. After giving it a few squeezes to explore its girth in him, Lindsey mentally shrugged and got dressed in the offered clothes. He had more to deal with than being plugged up. The smell of the uncovered food soon chased most thoughts from his mind as his ravenous stomach growled deeply in appreciation. He didn't even blush from that, but merely waited for the vampire's permission before he started in.
Yet what began as a curious tale of an interesting thing made his blood run cold at the mention of his ghost. He couldn't explain it, but it brought such a wave of forbidding like what he imagined someone walking over his grave would cause. He shivered, putting down the muffin that he was picking apart. "Did... did it mention how I will die?" Everyone died. It was inevitable, Lindsey knew that, but he didn't like thinking about it, least of all his own mortality. Even the hell on earth existence was better than the sort of hell that probably awaited him where his soul was bound.

Lindsey's hands started shaking as if Loki told him he was going to be killed today. That was when he realized he probably didn't want to know. "D-don't answer that. Don't... I don't..." His mind blanked and he reached out blindly to Loki when the vampire came to his side.


Loki held Lindsey close to his stomach as he stood next to him, running fingers through his hair and hushing him. "It doesn't say. They have no interest in you personally, only your relation to me." He murmured softly, "And you refused to give them anything. Used words they didn't understand. This is a copy of their notes and scriptures they wrote out. It's said to have been used as some sort of bible, and the first few pages describing the God's bloody ending of the universe. When rally it's just them explaining why they're doing this and condoning me to spend my eternity alone and loveless." He explained softly, "You are simply mentioned, and the sole reason I even know it is you they are referring to it because there are sketches of you and of the timeframe they pulled you from."

He waited for Lindsey to calm slowly, gently relaxing against his side as Loki pet him and finally knelt beside him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Relax, darling. No need to fear." He hushed him, "Come now, let's take your mind off of this." Loki himself had pulled on a paid of black slacks and nothing else. He led Lindsey to the bed and sat him down, hands running gently over his bare chest. "Just relax." He said as he took the knife from the counter. "Are you sure, darling? Because I am going to leave a scar that cannot be removed. It will leave a mark on you, and you will be mine."


Lindsey nodded dumbly, not really understanding or reassured in his current state but soothed nonetheless by Loki's soft tone and gentle touches. Letting Loki ease him from his panicking state of mind, he was taken over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. After several soft rubs, he was sufficiently numbed such that he didn't bolt when he saw the knife drawn.

The idea of new scars made him cringe, and he wondered if Loki would carve the word 'WHORE' across him again. Recreate the one that was healed so long ago and this time it would be permanent. Maybe the words 'LOKI'S WHORE', to make it more specific. It would certainly make him Loki's like the vampire said. Lindsey had no doubt that his scarring earlier had been removed to make him a new canvas for this.

Not that he had any other choice, it was this or go back to Wolfram and Hart after today, and he could not do that. "Do it," he whispered, closing his eyes. "Please, do it." He didn't like the idea of being scarred again, but he was downright afraid that Loki stopped wanting him. He would do anything to make sure the vampire took him in, including bearing this.


Loki smiled. "All right, love." He took the cream from the jar, smearing it over the area, before promptly lighting the cream on fire. He hushed Lindsey as he, understandably, startled. "I'm numbing the area, darling. And prepping it so the scars won't heal over." He murmured as he took the knife and wiping away the excess cream once the small burst of flame evaporated. Loki began caring his initials carving in elegant script, deep enough to scar easily but the blade was sharp enough Lindsey probably would have felt minimal pain even if the cream and fire hadn't numbed the area entirely. Just the two letters, LL, and the area didn't bleed a single drop as the letters were carved. Finally Loki smeared a little more of the cream over the letters and placed a bandage over the area just for precaution.

He cupped Lindsey's chin, kissing his eyelids so they would flutter open. "It is done." He said, "Everything else is simply decoration. You are... mine." He murmured into his neck, purring out the word like a prayer against Lindsey's lips as he slowly drifted up to give him a soft kiss. "That is all. See, not so bad?" He said with a little smile, assuring. "Would you like your present now, little lamb?" He asked softly, tucking a strand of Linsey's hair behind his ear.


Lindsey practically jumped up from the bed when Loki burned away the cream. It didn't hurt, not really, but it was unexpected and not at all what he thought would entail. Neither was the carving part, which stung a bit, but was no more than a mosquito bite compared to everything else. He looked from the scar on his chest to Loki, then back to the wound. "That's it?" he asked, rather dumbfounded by how simple it all was, so much less than what he thought the vampire would do to him. At the confirmation, he nodded stupidly, still not quite believing that it was over.

"I belong to you now?" Slowly it was starting to sink in and a note of awe crept into Lindsey's voice. He was free of Wolfram and Hart, at least, until the time of his death and they called on the contract, but he was otherwise free from them. Loki valued him, he treasured him despite how broken and dirtied and unlovable he was. Lindsey couldn't understand it, but he was thankful.

With a bit more spirit, he nodded his head once more. Maybe Loki will collar him now. Lindsey had worn the vampire's collar once, not the real thing but a leather facsimile during that time he whored himself out for revenge. He wondered if the real thing would feel different, if it would feel more restrictive or more freeing. He didn't mind though, it was a sign that he no longer belonged the firm that had chewed him up and ground him down to nothing but meat for pleasure. "I'm yours..." He whispered the words, awestruck.


Loki chuckled at how disbelieving Lindsey seemed, "Were you expecting me to carve your chest wide open, little one? Yes, that is it. You are mine now." He said, cupping the back of his head and kissing him deeply, setting all his things aside and pressing Lindsey down on the bed. "Let's celebrate." he said with a glint in his eyes and a happy little grin as he licked open Lindsey's mouth and instigated a kiss where both participated, taking a little while for Lindsey to get through his apparent shock at his new status. From Wolfram and Hart's whore to Loki's beloved pet.

Loki kissed him until Lindsey apparently caught on to where this was going, which was when Loki's long fingers began exploring up and down the length of his body, tweaking at his nipples just to get Lindsey to stutter and moan into his mouth. He removed his trousers to stroke his cock until the shaft was hard and throbbing in his palm, and he broke away from the kisses only to dip his head down and lick at the abused pink nubs, getting Lindsey to writhe underneath him.

"Spread your legs." Loki murmured, snatching the string of plastic beads from his bedside table where he'd put them. The little battery pack at the end was heavy in Loki's palm. The vampire had some controlled by remote but they didn't need anything so complicated at the moment. "Remove the plug so I can slip these into you. And then it's time for your gift. Which, I must admit, I'm looking rather forward to." He purred out, kneeling between Lindsey's thighs, staring down at him with hungry eyes.


Lindsey didn't know what to expect, but this wasn't it. This was so much better though, and eventually he got with the program and melted into the kiss along with kissing back tentatively with his tongue. That halted when he became even more out of breath from gasping it all out to Loki's playing of his body. He shuddered, sensitive to the little tweaks and soft pulls on his piercings in a way that felt good. Loki wasn't activating any of it, but using them in their physical forms for the purpose of pleasure, not pain.

Lindsey's eyes went dark even as his cheeks tinged pink at the sight of the anal beads. He experienced them before, not often since his clients often liked rougher things, and he wasn't sure what his own thoughts were. Still making up his mind on that, obediently, Lindsey worked the plug loose from himself. While he spread his legs and pulled himself back so his gleaming hole was expose, he put the piece of plastic to his mouth, thinking Loki would want to see him clean it that way. Self gagged, he could only nod to Loki's question.

Was the beads the gift then? It seemed like a fitting thing to give to a new sex pet. It was actually a lot better than he anticipated. At the bottom of his heart Lindsey had always been afraid that 'gift' had been metaphorical for a cruel joke on him, his 'enhancements' were 'gifts', but this wasn't too bad. Yet even while relaxed and loose, he still sucked hard on the plug when Loki started pushing the cold beads in. He shivered and clenched on them, then forced himself to relax until another was pushed in and he instinctively clenched up. He was grateful that Loki gave him time to adjust between each one.


Loki's eyes went dark as Lindsey began sucking on the plug, and he didn't stop him from doing it. He tugged the mortal's legs around his waist and slowly pressed in the first small bead. Lindsey's open hole swallowed it up, and Loki waited until he relaxed again to press in the next one. Soon the beads were all pressed inside of him and Lindsey seemed to be gasping for air around the plug, filled up with the small little beads rolling and pressing over his sensitive insides and prostate. Loki slowly withdrew the plug from Lindsey's lips and kissed him, swallowing those delicious little needy sounds.

"Such a good pet." He purred against his lips, "Darling thing, when was the last time you fucked someone?" He asked with an arch of his brow, finally stripped out of his own trousers. Loki had fingered himself open while Lindsey was asleep, and was still loose and slick, as he shifted to straddle Lindsey's hips. He held the mortal's eyes and smirked, taking hold of Lindsey' hard and leaking cock to make it easier to guide it inside of himself.

He sunk down, giving a soft little moan as the warm shaft filled him up, making him stretch around it's girth and the delicious burning was a product of Loki only using two fingers, wanting to feel the stretch. He looked down on the mortal once he was impaled, giving him a slow, lecherous grin. "Do you like your present?" And with that he reached back and flicked the beads on.


Caught with the sensation of being full of the beads, it took Lindsey a moment to figure out what Loki was truly asking him. Him? The sex toy and universal fuckhole fucking anyone? Even when Loki teased him to full hardness, Lindsey could only look back in confusion at the question. It wasn't until Loki had straddled him and began to slowly guide himself down that he really got it, and his eyes went saucer wide with the realization.

"Loki... I... ungh..." The vampire's cool wetness sucked him in slowly, squeezing around him with a tightness that brought Lindsey back to his days in university. It took all his feeble control to not buck up or make any thrusts, but instead twisted his fingers and toes into the sheets in an effort to hold himself still. He whimpered, eyes wide with shock and pleasure. "I can't belie--"

The way those beads in his ass suddenly jumped to life and he lost all control. He bucked, gurgling out a wordless cry as stimulation came from both ends. "Oh Hell," he choked out, for once overtaken by pleasure instead of pain. With each soft buzz against his prostate, he whined, writhing with the pleasure but unable to truly move from how Loki straddled him in place.


Loki smirked down at him, seemingly to be completely out of it. "Hush, darling one, do try to believe or else this isn't going to any fun at all." He reached down to guide Lindsey's clenched hands to his hips, urging him to hold on tightly as Loki slowly begin moving. First just slow rolls of his hips, head tossed back as he took his pleasure, luxuriating in it and how his pet was still utterly and completely stunned. "Go on pet, use me. Fuck me, take your pleasure as you have been denied it. Consider this a welcoming gift." he said with a chuckle as he shook his hair back and slowly began to ride him properly.

He lifted himself and fucked back down, moaning slow and low in his throat. "Surely you didn't think that after eons of taking and giving pain and pleasure in equal measure, I didn't grow bored of being the one to give. I do enjoy receiving as well. As I have shown you, there is something to be said about the warmth of a willing partner." he said as he rode Lindsey's shaft, slow and easy, loving every moment, every inch.

When his eyes flicked open he smirked, and then sighed, "See, I'm torn now. I wish for you to fuck me properly but given your little toy." he reached back to give the beads a tug and smirked at Lindsey's spasm, "It might be a little awkward. What to do... what to do..."


Loki, grand prince of vampires, ageless creature of eons of immortality, was riding the thick of his cock. It was a stunning experience, and for the first several seconds, Lindsey couldn't do anything but obey as he was guided. Not only had he been denied this for so long that he questioned, severely questioned, his own manhood and ability to do this, but he didn't want to disappoint. Worse, anger the man he now solely belonged to.

"Loki... I..." But it was hard enough to form a straight thought with his mind so broken, it was downright impossible when the vampire, wanton and open was displayed above him, spearing down repeatedly on him. He blinked, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation, then shot them open when the slight tug of beads rippled indescribable pleasure in him.

"Oh hell," he whispered again, shaking slightly as he pulled himself together. "G-give me a m-moment. I... I can do it." Slowly, very experimentally, he rocked his hips, just a little, and moaned at the feeling that awoke in his cock and ass. He waited until he got used to it to pick up the speed, rocking still in soft bucks that helped the friction slightly. Daring to be a bit bolder at Loki's prompting, he tightened his hold on Loki's hips and began, tentatively at first, with his eyes flickering insecurely to his master's, to guide Loki up and down on his cock again.


Loki grinned as Lindsey finally began to respond properly, loving how each movement triggered the beads to press and shift inside of him. Sweet, needy thing. He set both hands down on his chest, and as Lindsey's nervous hands began to move him, Loki gladly followed their pace. "It has been a while," He murmured, holding Lindsey's eyes as if to assure him he was doing nothing that would earn him punishment, "Since I've had a mortal fill me. You do have this delightful warmth about you. I can feel the blood that makes you hard, makes you throb." As Lindsey's thrust hit just the right way, Loki gave a soft groan of pleasure,

"Our sense are heightened, including that of touch. Which means I can feel every centimeter of you. Every drip of your release that will spill inside me." He hummed, hands sliding slowly down, up his own thighs to lock over Lindsey's own. Not guiding, just holding, giving the mortal the sense of intimacy that he needed, more than control. He was owned, but willingly so. And this was not a partnership that went one way, it required both parties giving and taking, literally and otherwise.

So he rode Lindsey's shaft, letting the mortal control the pace without a hitch, let him hold Loki down as he just ground his shaft into him, and when he neared climax and his own thrusts became harsher, losing control of his good sense and a fear that most likely told him not to do anything to anger the vampire. He let himself make noises, soft and needy, letting Lindsey know he was fully satisfying his partner and master.


It got easier when Lindsey realized Loki was going to comply and that he wasn't doing anything wrong. He let himself go a bit more, lifting and guiding his master back down so he may fuck the vampire like the vampire wanted, like Lindsey needed. That he was here, with Loki riding his cock and enjoying it, was an image Lindsey never imagined possible. He never even thought it, that he would be able to fuck anyone for his enjoyment, for mutual enjoyment, instead of just being a tool of pleasure to faceless demons. Loki was not the only client he fucked, that was to say, not the only person his cock had penetrated since he became a whore, but he tried not to count the time when he was bound motionless in the club with a cock ring in place and unable to come while people rode him until they splattered him with theirs.

When he had leaked so much that he was starting to to get desperate, he realized there was no way to truly achieve the speed he wanted while the vampire let him control it. Not while the vampire rode him, it was not what he was desperate for. In a sudden move that even he wasn't aware he was capable of, Lindsey tightened his grip on Loki's hip and flipped them over. It threw the vampire onto his back and put Lindsey hovering, shocked and breathless, over him while supported up on one hand.

"L-Loki..." he wheezed, eyes wide and staring down at his master, trying to explain himself. He was surprised by his own boldness, but another strong press of the beads against his prostate had him succumbing to his lust. While bent over Loki, he lifted the vampire's legs to his shoulders and started thrusting in earnest. This, this was true fucking, at his pace, in his control. Tears started spilling at the intensity of their act, with each soaked hot against Loki's chest where Lindsey buried his face and his stomach pressing down against Loki's shaft. If he was going to get punished for this, he might as well finish the act first. Lindsey was already so close that after several more hard, rapid thrusts, he cried out in a broken howl and spilled deep inside the vampire.


At the human's sudden push, Loki didn't resist in the slightest. He wound up on his back, with Lindsey looking completely shocked above him. Sweet thing. There was terror in his eyes but it was overcome by lust and Loki didn't blame him for it. This was a gift, Loki wasn't about to chide him for taking advantage of it. He bent his legs, hooking them around Lindsey's shoulders and rolling his hips up into each savage thrust. He felt Lindsey's tears against him, and even as Loki was fucked hard and wild, he let his hands gently pet through Lindsey's hair, soothing him.

Loki took his pleasure, enjoying the mortal's motions, and chased his own release as eagerly as Lindsey chased his. "Good boy," He praised him, voice a little strained, but still soothing, "Such a good boy." When Lindsey came inside of him, Loki followed quickly, tightening his thighs around Lindsey's shoulders and forcing him in deep as if to make sure none of his seed leaked out. After a moment he shifted his legs down, instead winding them around Lindsey's hips. The mortal had collapsed on him, panting and crying, shaking hard. Loki simply held him, stroking through his hair gently.

He did shift up, only for a moment, to turn off the vibrator inside of the other. He settled back down, resting his back against the headboard as the sweet mortal clung to him. "Hush darling you've done nothing wrong. Nothing at all. I told you it was a gift, did I not? Such a good boy."


Lindsey was so completely drained from the ordeal that he collapsed after he came, just shivering and twitching while held within Loki's arms and whimpering silently to the over sensation of the beads still buzzing within him. Yet he didn't dare to turn them off, or even have the strength to find the switch if he was given permission to. He had turned Loki onto his back and fucked him into the bed, that reality was still settling around him.

He sobbed audibly in relief when Loki took control to turn the buzzing things off, and slowly he was able to calm his crying. It had been so good, so intense, and the whole of it had been such a healing experience that even Lindsey didn't know he needed. Yet Loki knew, he must have to gift him such a rare and wondrous thing as this.

"I'm sorry... Thank you," he choked out between hitched breathing as his crying died. "Thank you." He felt as if new pieces of his broken self got fitted together and brought him another step closer to mending. He hadn't felt control like that in so long that he had forgotten what it was like but now he could remember. He was far from confident, far from even being anything other than slightly less broken, but in the last ten minutes he hadn't felt like an object for sex, but a man again.

When Lindsey was finally calmed down, he slowly untangled himself from Loki's legs and slipped out. "I... I'll clean up." The control was gone, so kneeling there, Lindsey automatically returned to what he was trained to do, that was, to lower his head down and try to lick up the mess he and Loki made.


Before Lindsey even had a chance to dip down and begin cleaning, Loki yanked him back down to how he was and locked his ankles back around him. "I don't recall telling you to move." He muttered, smiling lazily, "I believe that cleaning can be done with water. In a shower. And after I am done luxuriating in the aftermath of that truly spectacular fucking. Perhaps next time you earn such a treat or the impulse overcomes me, you'll be aware I have no issue with you... taking control as you did." He said with a little smile.

He held Lindsey close for the next rush of tears and simply soothed him, It was long minutes before they calmed but when they did Loki shifted to sit up against the headboard, tugging Lindsey to straddle his lap. "This is my first order to you as your master, pet." He murmured, searching Lindsey's eyes, "Attempt to forget your training. Not all of it. not what I taught you of obedience, compliance and willingfulness. But attempt to focus on want, what you want. For the moment that is my priority. Whether it be luxury, necessity or whim. I'll give you a budget to decorate your house when I show it to you," The budget edging into the six digit category but he didn't mention that.

"And I will have to leave you for a few days... Tuesday." He considered, "I have things to do overseas that include getting possession of your soul. You'll have a few days to familiarize yourself with everything. Hire help if you should desire it, become accustomed to your new life. You're not free, Lindsey, in any sense of the word. But you certainly have much more freedom now that you are mine. Two simple rules for when I am gone, keep yourself ready for my arrival. And no one else touches you." He said simply, pressing a kiss to his forehead.


An apology was already in his lips in response to Loki's reprimand, but once again the vampire stopped him before he uttered more than the first syllable. He accepted Loki's hold around him gratefully, feeling much better knowing he wasn't in terrible like he originally feared. "Thank you," he whispered again after Loki released him.

He listened attentively to the instructions, his brows creasing with concern when told to express his wants. That was so outside of what he was conditioned to do that he was afraid this was all a trick. He was speechless at his instructions already, but it was nothing compared to being told Loki was going to get his soul. "You... You can get my... My contract?" He was young and foolish when he signed that, never believing it could get this bad. He nodded to the other instructions, making himself remember them and take them as his gospel. He didn't want to disappoint Loki, and he was meant to concentrate on his wants.

Lindsey had so many questions, was he allowed to pleasure himself, what were the boundaries of what Loki want him to be prepared for? Lindsey had served a lot of clients, each with different requirements of him, and while some were not pleasant, preparing himself for one was better than a horde. Settling on one question, he looked to Loki in earnest as he asked, "How... How long will you be gone?" He couldn't imagine being on his own for too long without waiting on anyone.


Loki cupped his face tenderly and hushed him, "Five days at the very most. And yes, I have said I will obtain your contract. I will have your soul returned to your possession alone." He murmured, and drew Lindsey into a kiss. "I have strong ties and friendships, even those beyond the power of the Senior Partners. The Trinity were no more than rats scrounging for bead under the tables of bigger creatures when I first met them. I will destroy your contract." He flipped them over so the immortal was straddling Lindsey's lap as the mortal sat against the headboard, staring at him wide eyed and worshipful. "Hmm, I am going to enjoy you. But I am only leaving in two days, we have time." He assured him gently.

He leaned in to kiss him, before dipping down to lap at the skin of his throat, "You'll simply have to tolerate the current decoration of your household until I depart and you can occupy yourself with personalization until I return. You'll live in comfort, sweet one. I'll make sure you're well taken care of and secure. No one will come near the house unless I have given explicit permission. You are safe now, Lindsey, you are mine. And I will take care of you. You remember Pavel, no?" He asked with a small smile.

He kissed Lindsey again, pulling away with a nip to his bottom lip. "He's different than you, in obvious ways but subtle ones as well. I do not govern all my pets the same in the same way you would not punish a dog as you would a horse." he said lightly, "Go on, you must be curious. Ask what you'd like."


Lindsey didn't understand what Loki meant when he said that Lindsey would have sole possession of his soul once again. After having taken possession of him, Lindsey could not imagine why Loki would let Lindsey's soul go back to himself. It was a concept that he couldn't wrap his mind around, and after several seconds, he decided not to. He knew better than to count on anything before they came to be now.

Looking back up at Loki with the vampire's greater height on him, Lindsey hesitated then attempted to speak his thoughts. "I don't mind where I live... I mean, I don't mind the decor of the place." Lapsing into silence, he looked down, then quickly up at the vampire with a strained look. "I never really cared about it... even before... before this." If Loki recalled from the time that he visited Lindsey, the ex-lawyer's apartment was cluttered with various tasteful appearing items but none that really had much of a personal touch. It was like the interior designer of a hotel came and designed his apartment, the items looked nice but could have belonged to anyone. There wasn't even a photo or a memento of personal life.

Yet sensing that he somehow disappointed Loki with his words, he bowed his head and nodded obediently up at the vampire. "I'll try. I... I also don't know how you want me prepared." He thought about his enhancements and wondered if Loki wished for him to turn on the one that always left him ready. He never experienced what would happen if that one was left on for long, and subconsciously lifted a hand partially towards his piercing. The slightest tinge of pink lighted his ears and cheeks.


Loki brows drew together in confusion at Lindsey's protests. Isn't that what humans did? They decorated and made nests and got settled and attached to homes in that adorable way that creatures with short lifespans did? Lindsey saying he didn't care immediately struck Loki as a lie but the darling thing was far too broken to lie to him. Such an odd little mortal, "It was simply a suggestion, though I'm sure you'll find a thing or two you'd prefer to change. It is your new home." Loki said softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead,

He hummed at the question, considering the answer, "Simply be waiting for me, I will give you forewarning as to when I am to arrive. I will give you any specific instructions as to how I want you at that point. I do not mean that I wish you to be open and slick at all times. That wouldn't be fun at all. Keep the house in order or hire help to do so. Keep yourself clean. And I will most likely give a twenty four hour frame of warning, and there is no pleasuring yourself during that time. You are not to let anyone else fuck you, or engage in any other activities along those lines without my permission." He said as he cupped his chin and drew him into another kiss.

When he caught sight of the gesture, he smirked, "I will be making use of your adornments, they're too clever to let go to waste. But I will wait to use them, and I will not make you suffer through them when I am not there myself to enjoy them." he said as he shifted Lindsey back to dip down and lick at the opposite nipple, just because he could. "Does it embarrass you, lamb, to know with a pinch I could have you open and dripped with your own slick washing out my seed?"


It may be the first sign that something was already dying inside Lindsey when he joined Wolfram and Hart that he had devoted everything to his work. It was what the firm had seen in him and taken advantage of, that the young lawyer had ambitions and goals but little enough care for himself. They took that and twisted it horribly into the broken man beneath the vampire.

Lindsey sighed out with a relief that surprised even himself. He hadn't realized that he had been tense and nervous until Loki told him what wasn't expected of him. "Okay." He nervous smile spread into a soundless gasp when Loki teased at his sensitive pierced nub. It wasn't an activation, but mere playing had him quivering. In answer, his face flushed full with the color of embarrassment running down his shoulders like a cloak.

"It's..." Not natural, made him feel much less of a man than all the rape and insults had added together. He cast his eyes away, shamed by the thought of his own body betraying him as a useless whore. "I can slick myself up for you... or wash myself out if that's what you want," he said softly, knowing his discomfort was obvious but too exhausted to put up masks around himself. He had no say in the end, he knew that, but he hoped Loki would take the alternatives.


Loki waited patiently a few seconds more for an answer that never came. He brought his lips up to Lindsey's ear, nibbling on the lobe, "You never answer me, little lamb, as to if it embarrasses you. But I'll take your avoidance of the question as an affirmative. So now, another question. Tell me why, I want to hear. Explain to me your human fallacies." He said with a light kiss to just under his ear. "Does it make you feel vulnerable, betrayed by your own body into welcoming whatever is decided belongs in your sweet little hole?" He asked, no taunting in his voice, just a sort of curiosity.

"Or perhaps it is the knowledge that I could twist you to my will, without any effort at all? But as I've said, I simply consider that incredibly lazy." He said lightly, "Perhaps it is one of those senseless shames, that you enjoy the sensation and are ashamed of it." He said with a smirk as he kissed the mortal, slow and deep until the tension melted from him. "I will not be using your adornments." He said as he pulled away, eyes warm, "Not right now, anyways. But I believe it is time to clean us both up." He said lightly as he helped Lindsey out of bed and guided the now shaky human to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower tap and both of then stepped in, drawing Lindsey close to his chest and looking down at him, letting the water wash over both of them. Loki lightly traced the white lines of the scars on Lindsey's chest almost tenderly, before placing two fingers under his chin and tilting it up for a kiss, "Go on, lamb, explain your embarrassment."


Although Lindsey was not asked to answer right away, Loki's relentless questions prompted him to think and explore deeper than he had before.
All this time he had avoided thinking, merely existing in a sort of mindless apathetic limbo that prevented himself from being affected, but Loki was plainly attempting to break him out of it. It scared him, but when the vampire chose to coax softly instead of demand, instead of retreating, he tried to face what he wanted to avoid.

"It's..." He stuttered, not having begun yet already finding the words catching in his throat. Swallowing, he let Loki's light kiss draw him to talking again. "It makes me a shameless animal.... Less than human, less than even a whore." His voice went quieter and quieter until the last words came out as a mere whisper. "Just a bitch wanting to be fucked." Clearly someone had said those words to him before, more than once, and further crushed that already broken psyche. Lindsey chewed on his bottom lip lightly and averted his eyes, shamed by what his body was forced to do. At Loki's light touch though, he looked back up again to show his confused orbs shining with unshed tears.

Was that all he was? His broken gaze asked in the brief glance up before he turned away. Even another gentle touch from Loki couldn't bring his blue gaze back around, and it wasn't until his chin was gripped and guided back that he furtively met the vampire's gaze again. There was more though. "But it... helps." Because otherwise they might not slick him at all. It added to the confusion, making him ashamed to be thankful for something that was so incredibly wrong and traitorous.


Loki watched him with careful, caring eyes. "I will not use it, not until you are not as insecure. You are not simply a bitch, nor a whore, nor anything of the sort. You are mine now and anything you have been or thought you were is unimportant. If I wish for you open and slick for me, I will have you do it by your own hand or mine. Your accessories can and will be made use of, especially later on, but for the foreseeable future, I shall avoid using this one." He said lightly. He remembered, all too clearly, the fascination he had had when he had pressed his fingers into what he thought was a nameless, unimportant mortal fucktoy, The slick that had kept him open and ready.

"You no longer require any such assistance." He assured him, leaning in for a kiss, rubbing slow circles into Lindsey's back he knew made the mortal melt into him. He pulled away with an assuring little smile as he took up the soap and gently began to wash Lindsey's shoulders, then back, then using some of the provided shampoo to scrub clean his newly cut locks. He made sure to keep his gestures and silent requests soft, so Lindsey wouldn't feel so much shoved into place as he would feel pampered. Caressed as opposed to groomed.

When they were both clean, he pulled Lindsey to him again and held him for a long moment, just petting slowly through his wet hair. "Would you like me to remove it? If only temporarily, I can remove it. I would just take a couple of hours to figure out how to undo it's magical binding to you. I can do it later, when you require sleep again."


Lindsey's gaze was nothing short of grateful when Loki truly listened to his words and assured him that he was not all that he was thought to be. That the vampire, despite his apparent interest, promised him reprieve from this one thing that unmanned Lindsey the most, made the human almost worshipful of his new master. For that reason alone, Lindsey, after a moment of torn decisions, answered with a shake of his head.

"No... k-keep it." It bothered him still, but when he looked at Loki, it spoke of the trust he placed in Loki keeping his word. The vampire had been fair with him all along, Lindsey didn't start doubting him now. "I... I would rather have it stay than have it put back on me later." It branded his soul once already, he didn't not want to suffer through such a humiliation a second time. Then softly, he whispered, "Thank you."

Leaning against his vampire lord, he felt obliged to nuzzle against him. He started peppering light submissive kisses on the vampire, honest grateful ones for all that Loki was willing to do for him when he was otherwise so broken. Though he doubted he was going to gain another natural erection so soon after his last one, he wanted to show that he was offering himself should Loki wanted it, as thanks for Loki's balm to Lindsey's shredded self worth if nothing else. Softly, still kissing Loki's collar, Lindsey asked softly, "Are we leaving today?" In a way, a corner of him was still afraid that at the end of the day, the Senior Partners would come collecting despite Loki insisted he transferred ownership.


Loki hummed, "Then leave it in I shall. And if you'd like we can leave right now." he assured him, enjoying the little worshipful kisses from his pet. Something inside him thrilled that his careful tugging and planning had urged him the right to use the term literally. His darling little pet, bearing his mark and would soon bear his collar. His, Lindsey was his, willingly, wantingly, desperate to be taken and claimed. Willing to lie still and be mutilated rather than return to Wolfram and Hart. The darling mortal with the beautiful screams, fluidly writhing under Loki's blade. He was going to have fun playing with him in the future. But first, recovery.

"If you do wish to leave today, within the hour, it will not be a problem. We will dry ourselves and I will call for transportation to arrive. It's a little ways away, but I'm sure we can figure some way to amuse ourselves. Hm?" He asked with a little half grin, eyes mischievous, but his hands remained tender against Lindsey's skin. He shut off the water and helped them both out, giving himself a quick shake as fast as he could to dry the water off, and then took up a towel to dry his hair quickly. Without styling, or clothes, it was the most natural Lindsey had ever seen the mortal, in the harsh bathroom light, not hidden by the implications or the shadows of the shower. He handed out another towel to him in offer for the mortal to dry himself off as Loki walked out, quickly dressing again in his spare suit, and snatching up his cell to text the order for the limo.


It may be only an illusion of safety, but Lindsey wanted to be away from this place that Wolfram and Hart had delivered him to. Away, they would not be able to send people to pick him up, there will be no mystics or retrievers to bring the whore back to his pen. He made his agreement to leave known and dried himself quickly when given the chance.

Dried and hair just slightly damp, he hesitated then wrapped the large towel around himself before joining Loki outside. There were no clothes laid out for him but it seemed that over the past two days, Loki allowed him that little dignity. As he thought, the vampire prince soon laid out clothes for him that Lindsey obediently slipped on. They were fine quality things, not extravagantly cut but with an air of richness from the simplicity alone. Dressed in them, he almost felt like he stepped back into his old shoes of the lawyer again, almost like he could walk out with his head held high. The smile that he sent back towards Loki showed some of that.

"These were tailor made..." He murmured, running a hand over the smooth legging that was possibly the richest material he ever wore. "Were you planning on claiming me regardless.... when you asked for me this weekend?" He had thought Loki didn't care about him anymore, or worse, forgotten the mortal who had disappointed the prince.


Loki just smiled, slow and predatory at the question. "I do nothing without intent. I did expect you to be more pliant to my previous offer when I had you again. I tend to prepare for all possible scenarios. But yes, claiming you was the hoped for end to this weekend." He turned his eyes to Lindsey, grin widening, "You didn't think I would put so much effort into caring for just a random whore I happened to take a liking to? I don't offer my mark lightly, in fact you are the first one to refuse me. And be sincere of it." He tacked on at the end as he combed his fingers through his hair. "I do think I'm going to go shorter again. I've had it this length for a couple thousand years. It's always a pain to have it grown it back out." He murmured, casual, relaxed.

To be completely honest, no creature was naturally straight backed and hard eyed, with a constant in control and contemptuous expression. Loki enjoyed to lounge in nothing but a skin for a day or two he had nothing pressing to attend to. He enjoyed good books and usually read them while sprawled out wherever he could get comfortable. He had preferences, he muttered to himself (it was a tendency developed around his third eon). And his pets, like Eric or Pavel or Mila, were permitted to see not just the Vampire Prince, but the young Mesopotamian boy, who had experienced and explored and not aged a single day.

After all, no matter how ancient, vampires began as mortal. He fixed himself and extended his hand to Lindsey, "Come, we'll purchase you a new wardrobe, I already have your measurements. Come now, the limo should be here." he said lightly, having collected his small bag of magical items and now simply waited for Lindsey to finish dressing. "Your shoes are by the door."


Lindsey was curious about what Loki meant by that statement he added, 'and be sincere of it'. Weren't all refusals done sincerely? He gave a quick anxious glance to Loki when the vampire brought it up, curious but unsure if the prince still held a grudge for Lindsey having refused him the first place. Yet when it seemed that it was no more than a passing comment, he breathed easier. The topic moved on and he was presented with his footwear.

Considering he arrived in battered sneakers, he was unsurprised to discover Loki provided for this part of his wardrobe as well. Dress shoes to match his suit to complete the transformation of the whore to something bordering on noble. If only Lindsey could carry it off. He tried though, and when they left the room, Lindsey managed to do so with his eyes fixed at a height higher than his new shoes. It was still lowered and he stuck close to Loki, but the vampire seemed comfortable to have an arm around him anyway.

"You look more aristocratic with longer hair," Lindsey murmured when they got into the elevator, but quickly bit his tongue, wondering if his comment might have overstepped his bounds. He cast a quick look up at Loki then slid it away again when he found himself looking directly into a pair of ageless jade orbs. His own boldness scared him even while he felt a strange sense of elevation at having dared to make such a comment. Just two days with Loki and he was speaking his mind, have a mind of his own, it was a vast improvement to how he was before.


Loki easily held the little one close, resting a cool hand on his shoulder and keeping him close. He smirked at the comment, "It was very much an irritation to get it back to this length. I joined a human cult out of curiosity a couple centuries back, they had me shave my head. I have to go to a shaman to get it back, or else it's not my hair but someone elses, which is always unpleasant. Perhaps I shall keep it this way for a while." He mused as they stepped into the black car, tinted windows. When they settled, Loki very pointedly put two fingers under Lindsey's chin and tilted him up, waiting patiently for Lindsey to meet his eyes.

"You are not my equal." He said softly, "The same way a dog is not equal to it's master and a slave not equal to his master." Slavery had been around a lot longer than slavery having not been around, "However, you are permitted to meet my gaze. You are permitted to give your opinions and your thoughts. And I would very much enjoy holding proper conversation with you. There is no need to be frightened of me, dove." He murmured, gently, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "You are mine, you are priceless. I do not make habit of damaging things that are precious to me."

He tucked Lindsey to his side, the mortal reminding him very much of a baby bird with a broken wing. The wing was only part of the problem, set and let the bone heal, but the sweet thing still needed to be taught to fly, to function, to survive on his own. He would occasionally pull Lindsey in for a few long kisses, keeping them tender as he did so.


Lindsey nodded, eyes averted as a proper chastened slave. But he understood Loki's meaning, and recognizing that if he kept his eyes downcast was to ignore the mild rebuke, he attempted to raise his gaze up again. "I'm sorry... I'll try. I want to." He added the latter like he felt Loki wouldn't believe him otherwise.

He didn't used to be like this, and he made himself remember the man he used to be, proud, arrogant, before Wolfram and Hart stripped him down to this shell of a human that jumped at shadows and loud noises. From deep within, a flicker of anger surged at those memories, the indignity of a lawyer reduced to a sex slave. "It's not you I'm frightened of... not just you." He looked up at Loki again, willing the vampire to understand the difficulties and barriers that Lindsey was struggling against. "It's everything. What they did to me... Give me... give me some time." He was determined to come back... if only he could align his thoughts to the conditioning he was forced to endure.

His hands had clenched into fists without him realizing it. Quickly, he released them and settled against the god. "I'll be better by the time you return from your trip. I promise." He didn't really have any confidence that he would, but he wanted to be, and hoped that by giving out a promise, as empty as it was, he would be encouraged to pull himself together.


Loki arched a brow at Lindsey's suddenly exclamation. "I will give you time. I do not have the greatest understanding of the ever fluid complexity of the human psychology, but I do know months of torture and abuse and intense behavioral conditioning takes much more than a couple of weeks to recover. You're not sick, lamb, you just need time to heal." He murmured gently, glad Lindsey put in the effort of meeting the immortal's eyes, which was more than a little difficult for the lawyer, Loki knew. And if the vampire had it his way, Lindsey would be back in a courtroom again. He was too talented to do otherwise.

He took one of Lindsey's hand between both his own and gently inspected it, like he was mapping out the swirl of every fingertip and the bones that lay delicately just below the surface. He lay a kiss to the back of it, soft and almost reverent. "I am the only thing you should be concerned about. I will not allow another to touch you, including the Trilogy or any of their minions. I will depart on the day after next and I will return your soul to your possession. Wolfram and Hart will have no claim to it after you have passed. Hopefully in many years." Though Loki knew that was not true, at least it hadn't appeared so. The necromancers, when describing how the spirit looked as it died, described a young man, perhaps only a few years older than Lindsey at the moment.

Loki had attempted it enough to know attempting to change the future after it had been predicted, knew it was useless. So he didn't concern himself with it. He allowed Lindsey to sit properly, not wanting to shatter his image of independance by pulling the little one into his lap like a child or slave.


Believing Loki's hopeful words and at the moment not having the ability to discern the hidden lie, Lindsey just nodded gratefully at the vampire's words. His little bout of independence didn't last long though, and after a few short minutes the ex-lawyer was once again leaning back against Loki for the comfort of knowing the man wouldn't abuse him. "Thank you," he said sincerely knowing he had said it so many times that he likely wore out its use, but he really was grateful. Loki could have done so much worse to him, he recognized it now but instead he chose to be kind.

Since no other demand was made of him, Lindsey drifted off to doze against the vampire. How they got to where they were going did not really concern him any more than when was his next meal; Loki would let him know when they arrived. Yet not half an hour later, he started shifting with the beginnings of a nightmare.

The resurfacing of his ability to feel brought up more than just sentiments. The memories he pushed down came up as well, bringing with it the feeling of horror that he numbed himself to all these months. He jerked suddenly, mouth open in a silent scream and eyes opened wide but unseeing. He flinched at Loki's touch, for a moment not seeing him, but some past demonic client who had an angelic face but the sadism from hell itself.


As Lindsey's scent began to change, from relaxation to anxiety to fear, Loki's focused switched back to the mortal. As the human twitched and cried out, Loki reached out to soothe him, gently rubbing his back and nudging him awake, not at all shocked at Lindsey's terrified reaction. He just pressed a kiss to his bottom lip, "You are safe, little one. You're with me, hush now, no one can hurt you, come little love." He murmured the pet names affectionately, curling the mortal to him gently.

Loki used his words like weapons. He could use the sweetest words in any language to cause fear, terror, dread. He knew that twisting a word's intention around made for far better intimidation that merely openly threatening could do. He knew a harsh touch coupled with a gentle assurance could make his control in the situation so much clearer, and that a gentle touch with a cruel word would make the receptor feel like a mouse under a cat. Loki was a master at twisting words and spinning lies. But right now his only intention was to comfort.

When Lindsey slowly became more and more awake, Loki's expression was tender. "Sweet one, it's just me, hm? We're almost there, I promise. You're safe, love, you're safe."


Lindsey came to a shaky wakefulness under Loki's gentle care. He trembled within the vampire's hold, his breath quivering with the weakness of a newborn babe, clutching at his provider's breast. He hadn't had nightmares like that since the early days of his torment, rather, not since he became numbed to his abilities. How was he to keep up his ill thought out promise when he couldn't stop himself from being so weak even in his sleep?

"I'm sorry," he whispered and closed his eyes. "J-just a nightmare." Tears flooded behind his shut lids, but they were tears of anger, hatred at what those monsters had done to him and revulsion at what a useless piece of trash he became. His anger for his weakness practically choked him with its miasma and again, his hands clenched into pointless fists by his side. Afraid that Loki would think he was even weaker than before, he opened his eyes to let the vampire see the glowing anger there.

Anger seemed the easiest emotion to draw on after complete apathy he had locked himself in, and he let that fill him. "I want revenge..." he repeated his wish from before. "When... when I'm better... I want revenge on those who used me." Maybe when he watched them all burn down, crushed or destroyed, he might be able to find some peace with himself. Maybe, though deep down, he feared he was so damaged nothing would ever bring him peace. Yet, before any real answer could be afforded to him, the limo stopped, indicating they have arrived.


Loki held him tenderly and made no move to get out of the car. "You shall have it. Whoever you should like, I will bring under my heel." He promised him softly, before scooping Lindsey up and helping him out of the car. He set the mortal back down on his feet and kept him close as they walked up to the large ocean side home, with a simple white pseudo Greek exterior and oak steps leading to the front door. Loki opened the front door to reveal the grand interior, a spiraling staircase leading up into the three floors above this one. It was minimally designed, with splashes of color in the curtains and the odd piece of furniture. It in itself was fully furnished. There were a couple suitcases and bags just to the right of the door, Lindsey's clothes and personal items.

Loki didn't bother trying to show him around, Lindsey could figure that much out on his own, he just walked the mortal up to the second floor, and gestured out, "There are several bedrooms here, but the largest is up one flight. That will be yours, exclusively yours. A safe house, to be clear. When I join you in that room we operate as partners, not as master and pet. If you require the use of your safeword, that is where we will go." He explained, "I have already chosen several rooms to be for our... other activities. You'll find those doors locked. You have access to the keys and you are welcome to open them. But I would prefer if you not." It wasn't an order, it was a request. Loki dipped in to kiss him.

He licked at Lindsey's bottom lip as he pulled away. "When I am gone, purchase new clothing. New furniture or decorations, anything at all you'd like. A car if that's what you wish. Indulge yourself." He murmured, sliding his fingers into Lindsey's hair. "I will return with the contract for your soul, as well as your collar." He traced a finger over the line of Lindsey's throat where the leather would rest.


Even in his shaken state, Lindsey couldn't help staring at the grand structure that Loki assigned as his home. He had visited estates as such with Wolfram and Hart's richer clients, but he never before thought he would reside in one. His own troubles momentarily overtaken by this new curiosity, he glanced around with interest as Loki led him up.

"A... A safe word?" In theory, Lindsey knew what that was, but the concept that he could use one was so foreign that he had trouble wrapping his mind around it. His mind was still so boggled by that safety measure that it had trouble catching up with the rest of what Loki told him, about rooms and getting new things. Lindsey tried to sort it out, he had so many questions all of a sudden.

"My room... What about yours?" Loki said the largest one was his, and even though Lindsey knew it was unlikely that Loki would want to stay long with him given how broken he was, Lindsey couldn't imagine the vampire not taking the largest one for himself. And then there was the problem that Lindsey didn't want to leave this place while Loki was gone. He wasn't ready for that, and what if the Senior Partners came after him while Loki was away? Questions and concern swirled in his gaze and he reached out to clutch lightly at Loki's sleeve in reassurance. "Do I have to go out?" He reached a hand up to touch the area Loki traced around his neck. "I want that."


"Yes, lamb, a safeword. You may choose one and utilize it at your disposal. I will tell you when it will not be acknowledged." He said simply, pulling the mortal close to him. "I will not have a separate room." He said with a smirk, "We will have anoter bedroom to share when I am here. The second largest, and it is on this floor. I do not require my own room, this is your home. The third floor contains a library, a pool and the stairway to the green room." The pool was heated and under a sun roof, only the best for Loki's pets.

He walked Lindsey around the first floor and them up the stairs to the second, briefly showing him around. "You don't have to no, you're computer has been brought here, but you're welcome to buy another one. The wireless internet has already been set up, the password being your name." He touched two fingers to the mark on Lindsey's chest. "This is your mark. But you remain as Lindsey McDonald." he murmured gently as he opened the door to the bedroom that was to be neutral territory, decked out in a grey and red color scheme, the carpets thick and soft.

Loki turned to the mortal, "You may purchase anything you'd like online. There will be a guard available upon your request. Immortals, they will not touch you, they obey your orders as well as mine. They will act as your guard if you wish to venture outside the grounds or simply if you wish to feel protected in my absence." He said simply, curling an arm around Lindsey and pulling him close to kiss him. "I will take care of you." He said against his lips.


It was almost too much, that all this was suddenly given to him. Lindsey had never been wealthy, coming from a poor family, the meager apartment that he got for himself after he started working had been the grandest of his wealth already. This place though, just a common room was larger than all of his apartment combined. "When.. How..." How long had Loki planned this and prepared for Lindsey arrival? The mortal felt lost and small, like he was swept up in a series of predetermined events around himself.

Lindsey stopped at the entrance of his room, feeling the need to stop and sit down. He leaned against the doorway and looked too overwhelmed to be avoiding the gazes of anyone. With a dazed look, he asked softly, "Can I ask something?"

At Loki's reassurance that he could, Lindsey looked behind him to the bed, then back at Loki. "When you saw me... at the club," he clarified, "You didn't recognize me, did you? ...you didn't leave me there... on purpose? You were there with Pavel." Lindsey didn't know if that had been why, he had wondered, feared, and out bothered him even though he had no right to feel such. Loki owed him nothing, it was perfectly within the vampire's rights to walk off with him there. But Lindsey felt like it was safe to ask now.


Loki was deeply amused in how his pet seemed to be stunned by all this. It was common procedure. It wasn't only Loki who took pets on and spoiled them rotten. He gave permission for the question, waiting patiently as Lindsey collected himself. The question was stuttering, slowly explained but Loki understood the meaning once it was out. "No." He said softly, "I didn't recognize you. Your scent was completely obscured and I was preoccupied with spoiling Pavel. If I would have seen you and your... condition, I would have taken you. As I've said, you have value to me. I wouldn't have allowed you to remain like that if I would have gotten the notion that it was you."

He stepped in and backed Lindsey towards the bed until he almost pressed the mortal down on to it, laying him down on the high thread count sheets and crawling over him, smooth and predatory. "As for how and when... things get finished quickly when you have my influence. This is your home." He murmured, cupping his china and kissing him deeply. Poor little mortal, all disoriented and desperate for answers.

"Why do you ask, sweet thing?" He murmured as he pulled away, only after Lindsey was gasping for breath between kisses. "Were you afraid I wanted you there? I wished to watch you be torn to shreds again and again, held there by magic and your own humiliation?" He saw the confirmation in Lindsey's eyes and smiled gently, "No, I took no pleasure in the show. I thought it barbaric to abused an obviously precious toy as they were. After all, you had been accessorized so carefully." He flicked his thumb over the nipple ring through Lindsey's shirt.


Somehow hearing Loki's explanation brought a wave of relief too Lindsey. It didn't change anything, whether Loki had or hadn't recognized him, but Lindsey finally understood that gnawing sensation in his gut had been the feeling of betrayal as well as fear. But that wasn't what Loki wanted for him and at once it lifted that discomfort.

Relaxing into the bed, he regained his breath slowly, able to spend the time to absorb the sensation of the richness he was laid out on. A faint color rose to his cheeks with the reminder of his adornments, but he met Loki's smile with a shamed look. "You sat so close... That night." The painful details of it were sharp and crisp on his mind. "I thought you wanted to watch... And when you walked away..."

They were in his room and in this place Loki said they were equals. Lindsey tried to take strength from that as he continued his words in a cathartic release of his last and only recent experience of feelings during his time of apathy. They had been festering and it was necessary to get them out. "I died a little. I can't hate you... But I thought... I never thought I'd be here." This time Lindsey initiated the kiss, sucking at the vampire with such desperation that it was like he relived that night's abandonment through his telling.


Loki accepted the kiss, pressing back into it and letting Lindsey take control. It hadn't been a bluff, here they were lovers, not master and slave. Lindsey could not remove his collar but it did lose it's power when they were here. This was a place Lindsey could freely make requests, a room he could dispel Loki from with a word, a sanctuary Loki gave all of his pets. Even the smallest of creatures needed somewhere they could find safe no matter what.

When Lindsey needed to breathe and was left panting under Loki on the bed, the immortal waited patiently before he began speaking. "You were sadly mistaken. I am a bit relieved I did not recognize you. Who knows the scene I would have made, and I do enjoy that club. Once you are more stable, I will be taking you back there. As a prize, not a presentation." He murmured as he leaned in to kiss him, just softly, gently.

"You are mine. Completely. Willingly. You will be protected, taken care of, worshiped and pampered as you deserve to be." Loki's fingers traced under Lindsey's shift, "And I look forward to sharing both in your pain and pleasure. And you will find yourself being adored as Pavel was. Show you off. Allow you to choose who you wish and have you use them as a footstool."


Lindsey's fear spiked at the mere mention of being brought back to the club, the place having left a deep impression with him. Even when the test of Loki's words reassured him that he wouldn't be subjected to that sort of treatment again, his heartbeat still pounded heavy in his chest. "Not soon," he choked out after a minute. He wouldn't be able to face that place so soon, he knew, regardless of what identity he entered as. The demons there may recognize him too and he shivered at that thought.

Instead, he distracted himself by turning to Loki. "Don't want anyone," then as if remembering who he spoke to, he added quickly, "Just you. I'm yours." Feeling that he needed to convince Loki of that though, Lindsey moved towards Loki, kissing the vampire but moving down his to his neck and licking there. Some of his clients liked that, Lindsey didn't know of Loki did but he felt a like he should.

"Would... Would you show me the room we'll share?" Lindsey didn't want to tour his house anymore, but he didn't want to remain in his room either. Still too insecure to take control of anything, he wanted the safety of Loki's control, trusting the vampire to make his decisions. He pulled back at Loki's behest and looked up furtively into the vampire's eyes.


Loki hummed and allowed Lindsey to suck and kiss at his neck, hands sliding lightly to his shoulders to put light pressure there, encouraging, he supposed. "Not soon." he agreed as Lindsey made his plea. He nodded at the question and slowly drew Lindsey into another slow, sweet kiss before pulling away and guiding them both from the bed. He held Lindsey close as they walked up to the next flight of stairs and followed them up to the third floor of the four story building.

Their shared room was decked out in a far more Loki worthy, green and black scheme. "This will be ours. Your Playrooms and such things are on the first floor, little stairs as possible are best." Loki explained as he scooped Lindsey up into his arms, his demeanor changing only slightly. Almost imperceptibly. A move from willing to take requests to assuming the control completely.

He lay Lindsey down on the bed before quickly stripping his shirt off, suddenly leaving his top half bare, and Loki positively looming over him. "I think I'd like to Christen this new home. What an amusing term. They used to Christen new homes with blood." He said with a playful grin as he slowly sat up and easily stripped off his own shirt. Keeping his own clothes on during sex might be an amusing power play, but Lindsey was so absolutely in his power, there was no point to it. And Loki preferred feeling the warm, flushed skin against his own anyway. "I think I'll have you ride me."


Lindsey managed a slight smile after he was topless and spread out beneath the vampire. He liked that Loki took his clothes off like him, it made him feel less vulnerable even though that was a mere illusion of the feeling. "Does that mean we won't be coming up to this room often?" he asked with a hesitant grin and meeting Loki's eyes. He was trying, he really was, and his smile came more natural when his attempts was met with soft encouraging kisses.

"Don't we need to change positions for that to happen?" he asked as he attempted to sit up, but was pushed back down by the looming vampire. He looked Loki over, eyes a mix of worship with just a trace of his ever present fear. When he was kissed again, he leaned his neck back and invited the vampire to do something, anything, with his clear sign of submission. Meanwhile, he lifted his legs lightly to strip himself of the rest of his pants.

"You can Christen it with blood if you want to be traditional," he murmured softly. His heartbeat quickened its pace beneath his ribs when he felt Loki's cold touch on his throat, the ex-lawyer's innate desire coming to the front at his own invitation. He didn't hide the fact that he was always fascinated by Loki's fangs. Loki's strange royal bloodline that allowed him to extend those deadly canines without rumpling his face in the inhumanity of the vampiric demon was nothing short of amazing, and it took Lindsey's closet obsession to new heights.


Loki grinned, letting his fingers slide out and dipped in to kiss Loki with them, "It is endearing how beautifully you respond to these." He murmured, sliding his own tongue over the sharp points of his fangs as he pulled away. "And I believe we'll be spending most of our time in this room, lamb. The playrooms are for... special occasions. And punishments, of course. You will never be punished in this room or the other. All other places, however, are open to interpretation. But I trust you will be good for me. And will not give me reason to have to punish you." He murmured as he leaned in to kiss him.

"I will be gentle with you until you are healed, in body and mind." He assured him, tender and kissed him breathless once again. The rest of the day was spent leisurely. With slow, sweet lovemaking, for that's what it was. Lindsey riding him with deliberate movements, Loki coxing him into relaxing and chasing his own pleasure instead of pushing for the vampire's satisfaction. Loki drank from him, triggering Lindsey's climax as well as Loki's, letting the mortal collapse against him afterwards. They spent a few hours on one of the large couches, Lindsey sprawled over Loki's lap, the mortal wearing nothing except a blanket that had been tossed over him, Loki in boxers. When they finally settled in to bed, Loki was pleased to find Lindsey relaxed, tired, but not exhausted, and happy.

He held the mortal close until he slept, having hand fed him a selection of fruits and pastries for dinner, and when they awoke, Loki was completely content. He decided to treat his pet, and slipped down between his legs before the mortal woke up, licking at his half hard shaft until it gained interest and stiffened entirely, making Loki smirk before taking it all the way down.


Loki kept his word and Lindsey didn't feel for a moment that he was being used by the vampire. It was nothing short of lovemaking, each time the vampire claimed him, or when he rode him, the pleasure went both ways, perhaps even stressing a bit more on his pleasure. The hours passed contently, and when Lindsey finally fell asleep, it was with a tired smile on his face.

That night his dreams were good ones that didn't disturb the mortal's rest. He would have continued on his peaceful slumber if not for how his dreams took a turn towards a new arousing direction. He moaned softly as lust began to invade his sleep, causing him to toss and turn as his arousal grew.

At a particularly loud groan, he opened his eyes, vision hazy with both lust and sleep, until they rounded at the sight of Loki going down on him. "L-Loki..." He groaned, wrapping his hands tightly into the sheets beneath him. A thin layer of sweat gleamed on his skin, shining along with his piercings to give him an exotic look.


Loki chuckled at Lindsey's reaction. Pampering his pet was fun, watching Lindsey love every second of the attentions, and the mortal never took a second of the kindness for granted, having been taught the value of it in his time. He no longer thought that pleasure was something he was entitled to, which was always an annoying trait humans seemed born with. He realized the pleasure Loki decided he was allowed was a gift, that it was just as easily taken away as pain was replaced. But for now he just idly toyed with Lindsey's balls, pressing two fingers into his slick hole as he sucked him down.

He pulled off with a gentle kiss to the tip of Lindsey's cock. "We're going to get you fitted for a collar today and replenish your wardrobe, as I have to leave tomorrow night." He said as he slowly lowered his fangs, letting Lindsey see them slide out before he descended again on to his shaft, easily taking him down his throat and swallowing, no need for air meaning he happily sheathed Lindsey's cock for minutes, tongue working and sliding around the shaft.

He hummed as Lindsey came down his throat, brought there with the skill of Loki's tongue. "You'll be expected to address me formally when we enter the shop, it wouldn't do to have a pet who calls me by my name. When we are with the humans, however, you may speak however you'd wish. Within the parameters of respect." He smirked as he realized Lindsey was limp and panting and barely awake, "We shall review this later. I'll allow you a chance to wake."


Lindsey was only faintly aware of what Loki was saying to him as he laid there panting breathlessly from his wake up treatment. The sight of those fangs framing his cock and pressed up to his balls, so close that Loki could have sunk them in, had blown him hard enough to temporarily blind his vision.

He whimpered when his mind finally caught up and he realized that Loki would be leaving tomorrow and it was far too soon. "Master," he said, trying out that title when he regained his breath enough to speak. It didn't really sink in until then that he would be left alone, with inhuman guards for company, but to fend for himself. What would happen if the Senior Partners came calling, or these guards got out of control?

Suddenly Lindsey was wide awake with his eyes opened with growing fear. "...can you take me with you?" By the time Loki returned, it could be too late, he could be taken to another place or taken apart completely. Until Loki repossessed his soul, they still owned him. Lindsey reached to touch Loki's initials on him as if in reassurance. "Please, master, I... please."


Loki hushed him, pulling him close and petting down his back. "Darling, this place is warded. It is strong and it will be even stronger by the time I must leave. It is unsafe for you to come with me. Don't be frightened little lamb, put your trust in me. You are safe here, I have taken every precaution to make sure they cannot touch you, that no one can. I'm going to give up my own blood to make a seal of this place. You are safe." He soothed his poor, scared pet.

"You are safe, little love. Completely safe. I will protect you." He pressed a kiss to his forehead as he gently eased them from the bed. "Come now, come. Get dressed. I'll show you the seal to assure you. I'll need some of your blood as well to make it stronger. You will be secure." He swooped down to press a kiss to the scar on Lindsey's chest, just softly, nuzzling into his neck a moment later, enjoying the scent of him. The feeling of victory had yet to wear off and Loki was bathing in it.

He handed Lindsey his clothing, a casual but expensive button up, slacks with a leather belt and a simple black bracelet, designed to rest just under his elbow. "A mark that you're mine until we get your collar. Put it on your right arm." Loki began to dress as well in civilian clothes, elegant but simple, his usual scheme of green and black, sliding fingers through his hair to style it.


Like a pet hushed by his master's voice, it was Loki's tone more than anything that calmed Lindsey down. Yet the repetition of the word 'safe' sank in and he nodded, the panic in his eyes settling into the background. He knew wards, once upon a time he was proud of his knowledge in the occult that he learned for his clients. It was part of his success before it all fell apart, and although he said nothing, the mention of this long ago knowledge brought the barest flicker of interest into the depths of his gaze.

Lindsey paid little care to the clothes he was given although he did run a hand over them to appreciate the softness that came with quality. The only thing he actually lingered on was the light leather band, supple and intricately made to make sure it wouldn't chafe. "Is it magicked?" Lindsey couldn't tell from simply looking, but honestly, he couldn't tell that Loki's mark was enchanted in any way either although he knew it must be.

A bit of dilemma presented itself when Lindsey didn't know whether out should go under or on top of his shirt. After having put on his pants, he looked to the band and shirt then back up at Loki. With small amount of hesitation, he dared to raise the question, "Do you want it visible?"


"If you'd like it can be visible, though it might be uncomfortable to wear it as such. Yes, it has been charmed. It marks you as mine to any supernatural creature, and alerts me if anything attempts to touch you. I'll remove the charm temporarily when you're being fitted. Like so," Loki approached the mortal and pressed two fingers to the band once Lindsey slipped it on, and he was sure the mortal could feel the difference. And then another soft, deliberate touch and the charm was activated again. He smiled and drew Lindsey into a kiss, slow and sweet.

He aided the mortal to put his shirt on, just because he could, even indulging to do up the buttons for him just because he looked sweet when he got that baffled, grateful look in his eyes. "Come now, we mustn't be late and we've spent quite a bit of time wasting already. I'll be with you the entire time, and if you truly do get frightened..." Loki paused, he had been guiding them out the door but now he stopped them, turning Lindsey towards him.

"Would you like to choose a safeword? It is best to establish it early on. And if you get frightened today it would be best to show you that it does have power, and that you have the right to use it. Choose your word." Loki urged gently, drawing Lindsey close, providing the physical comfort and presence he knew his dear pet needed so desperately.


Lindsey felt the light tingling change of the enchanted band turning of and on, shivering lightly at the effect of the magic. It was different but not unpleasant, and Loki's guiding touch helped him feel more at ease. The way Loki helped him dress baffled him, as how most things the vampire did for purely his benefit did, but it brought out a genuinely grateful smile in the recovering man. It wasn't that he couldn't do this himself, but the vampire valued him to help him with it.

Talking of a safeword though made his mouth suddenly dry. "I..." He looked up helplessly at Loki, eyes showing a soul torn with uncertainty and indecision at this opportunity to defend himself, a conditioned man struggling against his brainwashing. Some part of him knew that a safeword had to be unique, but the only one that kept coming back to him was his name, "McDonald," he whispered. It grounded him, a reminder that he was no longer a nameless whore at the whims of others, but himself. Yet, when looking up at Loki, he felt like his answer had disappointed his master.

"... No... it's... Choose one for me," he requested softly. Lindsey started to bow his head before he forcibly stopped himself and looked back up at the vampire. He managed to maintain eye contact until Loki, out of sensing his distress, folded him into his embrace. There he leaned gratefully against the taller immortal as they stood there waiting for their chauffeur to come around with their ride.


Loki held the mortal tightly to him, soft and soothing. "McDonald." Loki agreed, "It's a wonderful safe word, and it will function perfectly. Don't fret." He knew the mortal was still shaky in every decision he made,the subconscious bracing for reprimand was obvious. Alone... for a week... It wouldn't do. Loki whipped out his phone, sent off a quick message and tucking it away again. He walked the two to the front door, rubbing an assuring hand down Lindsey's back the whole way.

"You remember Pavel, don't you? He's back in Russia for the moment, but I could easily have him fly in. Someone to keep you company while I am away. Someone who can answer any questions you might have to ask." Loki offered softly as he walked them down the driveway and helped Lindsey into the back of the sleek black car. "This is yours for when you would like it. You have the choice to be driven or to drive on your own." He said as he pulled Lindsey into his lap and curled his arms around his waist.

"I'll take care of you, love. We'll get your collar today, and get you some new clothing that doesn't reek of Wolfram and Hart." He assured him, "What do you think about Pavel coming to keep you company, lamb?"


Reassured of the rightness of his choice of word, Lindsey breathed out and concentrated on what Loki was asking him. Right, Pavel... The other boy that Loki kept, Lindsey remembered him from the club and vaguely from before that. Compared to being left on his own with creatures that would be his supposed bodyguards, the idea of being joined by another in a similar situation like him didn't seem too bad. "I think I will like that," he answered meekly. "If it's okay."

Lindsey doubted he would be driving the vehicle anytime in the upcoming few days but when the sleek black car rolled up, he did spend a stolen moment to admire it before he was prompted inside. "I was still working my way up to buying a new car.... Before everything happened." Tucked safely against Loki in the moving vehicle, Lindsey closed his eyes and found himself traversing back to his life before it fell apart. "I had a second hand truck in a storage garage... It was my ride through my years at Hastings... All I could afford. It's old and beat up, but a classic Ford pickup. I thought I would have the money to restore it when I hit big and get out of my tuition debt... But..." Lindsey smiled sadly to himself. "It's probably gone by now."

Realizing it was more things he said about himself then all of the last weekend added together, Lindsey lapsed into silence again. He managed to stop the urge to apologize for forgetting himself, especially when he noticed Loki wasn't berating him for it. In fact, the vampire seemed to be honestly listening. He tried to smile at that. "This still feels unreal."


As Lindsey told his story, Loki held him softly and let him speak, interested in more details in his pet's life. Or his old life. This was certainly new, the concealed marks that marked him as Loki's were proof enough of that. His pet. "I'll have it arranged for Pavel to arrive a couple of hours before I leave you." He whispered once Lindsey was done, looking a little shaky and even ashamed. He rubbed his back as he pressed a kiss to his temple.

"If you remember where it was specifically, I can have someone go check where it has been moved, or if it is still there. If you'd like you can renovate it." Loki offered gently, keeping Lindsey close to him so the mortal could cuddle close and take assurance from Loki's presence and gentle touches. Humans were so cute, they really were, all needy and wanting and Loki smiled fondly down at his newest acquirement. Pavel would adore him. And having Pavel around to answer questions about Loki and this new lifestyle he'd been chucked into. A bit of assurance, and given Pavel would submit to anyone who raised their hand to him, especially if Loki had given him permission to do so if he wanted, he was perfect for Lindsey. Not one like Connor, the Irishman he'd acquired a few years back, who was never one for getting on his knees and in human standards was more of a fuck buddy, though he wore Loki's collar with pride and beat the shit out of anyone who commented on it.

And the fights he lost... well, a simple text from a hospital bed could have that problem solved. Murphy never liked to play fair. Loki had found that out when the little fuck had stabbed him with a needle of blessed silver mixed with holy water on their second night together. Loki had woken up savage, furious, and with his hands bound with heavy silver chains and the Irishman riding his cock like a champ. Loki knew he could break out of the chains, as did Murphy, but that didn't matter as Loki calmed himself before leaning back to enjoy the ride. He'd made Murphy cry that night, for hours. A little revenge.


"Maybe... I have the address..." Lindsey said after a long while of silence on both their parts. While Loki had been commiserating, the ex-lawyer had been thinking of Loki's offer to retrieve his truck. He knew where it was, that was knowledge that was buried but not forgotten, but he honestly had no idea if it might still be there. Technically Wolfram and Hart didn't move his things when they took him to be their in house whore, and he recalled vaguely Loki telling him that he had his things from his apartment picked up...

His apartment. Lindsey opened his mouth again but faltered when he saw how Loki seemed to gaze into the distance. Yet perhaps his movement alerted the vampire, but just as quickly, those green eyes refocused back on him with a patient look that seemed to prompt him to speak. "My things... from my apartment. Did you... did you get everything?" The key to the truck was there, as did relics from his happier days.

If his lawyer life was his old life, then the one before he pursued his lawyer career was an even older one than that. His life came in stages, his dirt poor upbringing with a family he turned his back on, his escape into schooling and education that dragged him out of that pit of poverty, his initiation into Wolfram and Hart that eventually led to his betrayal, and now there was this. Despite the obvious change between being a kept whore and a kept slave, Lindsey didn't quite see them as different stages of his life. He had fallen as low as he could get, and while it may be different in the future, he had yet to truly make the transition.

Many things still concerned him, and after they lapsed into another bout of silence, he silently worried if Pavel might be the jealous type. Lindsey wasn't sure he could stand up for himself if the other boy was. Or if Loki's other pets were. The vampire seemed to suggest that he had many and Pavel was just one. It was as if now that his apathy was broken, the human made up for it by thinking and worrying about everything. Lindsey unwittingly worked himself up to a state until the silence started to get uncomfortable.


"Yes, I had my men strip it bare and pack everything carefully. If you wish to go through it, it's all available to you." Loki assured him when Lindsey asked, and then watched as the lawyer seemed to fall deep into his own thoughts. He held him close, letting Lindsey think over everything that his life had become. But when Lindsey's expression went tense, distressed, Loki drew him into a kiss. "Do not fret, lamb. You are safe here with me. I will protect you from anything, including yourself." Loki soothed, pressing lips to his hairline gently and breathing him in. His.


"Most of it is useless," Lindsey murmured when he was calmer from Loki's soft reassurances. It was just like the vampire said, Loki knew him well and protected him even when he was disturbed by his own thoughts. If Lindsey was of a better state of mind he would be worried at how well the vampire seemed to know him, but for now he was merely grateful for Loki's attentiveness. "Later... I'll look through them later." There were still a few relics he wished to keep. None of the expensive decor that he had bought on whims when he tried to make his home look lived in, but the things he kept at the bottom of one closet, some of them had sentimental value.

"You have other pets...?" It wasn't really a question since they both knew Loki did, yet Lindsey was simply not confident enough to make it a statement. At the vampire's affirmative motion, Lindsey carried on softly, "Will I..." Yet he trailed off, unsure which of his fears he wanted to put into words. He was saved from having to choose when the car slowed to a stop. They have arrived.

Almost the moment Lindsey realized that, he pressed himself against the vampire. A hand unconsciously went to where Loki had carved his mark into his flesh and he rubbed at it, as if to remind himself of its significance. While that was what marked him as Loki's, and a collar would merely show the world what was already done, not the actual thing that bound him, he was still suddenly nervous. Maybe it was his bad experience with the shock collars that had been used in the early days to subdue his will, or maybe it was the broken remnants of his free spirit, but Lindsey was inexplicably reluctant to get out of the car. "Master, may I ask... That is... what will your collar do?"


Loki arched a brow at the mention of other pets, opening his mouth to respond that yes, he did. Right now four, Connor, Murphy, Pavel and now Lindsey. That they were all scattered across the globe for Loki’s pleasure. But then Lindsey was focusing on something else and Loki decided to save that particular topic for later, instead answering the obviously more pressing question in his pet’s mind.

“My collar will mark you as my own,” Loki began with the obvious, “It will put you publically under my protection. It will also have enchantments upon it, if that is your question. If another tries to feed on you without your consent, it will poison them. No matter what creature they may be. We will need some of your blood to finish that spell, but only a drop or two, nothing you’ll miss. Little more than that, I’m afraid. It is also for aesthetic purposes, I’ve always been fond of a collar to mark one’s property.” He murmured as he dipped down to press a kiss to Lindsey’s fluttering pulse,

“Come now.” He was having none of Lindsey’s reluctance and tugged him from the car with a soft but insistent hand. He walked them both into the shop, stopping right behind his charge, one hand heavy on the back of his neck as they’re greeted politely by one of the leather workers, who guides them to the back.


Lindsey was pulled in, his resistance minimal although there was clearly a tension in his steps. He didn't know why, everything about him was already owned, but something about coming here made him extremely uneasy. It was like what began a year ago was going to be finalized here with his own blessing.

He stood before the creature, held in place by Loki's calming hand as the man took out instruments to measure him. Staying still, he moved as he was told, doing the best he could to stay still for the pokes and prods. He silently wondered if that included Loki as one of those who could be poisoned. Will that ever be put to the test? The slight prick of hits hand to draw a drop of blood made him flinch and move back, breaking his train of thought.

"Master," he called, turning towards Loki with an uneasy look. Loki had moved away to let the craftsmen work but now Lindsey was reaching for him with his gaze, the young pet that was not yet independent of his owner. When one of the leather workers started caressing down his arm, Lindsey stiffened and his eyes started to widen with panic. Did Loki want him to stand here and let him do this, was this part of the measuring? He started to whimper then forcefully swallowed it.


Loki handed his pet off to the dealers, keeping close for the first while to make sure Lindsey wouldn't panic, but wandered once he felt his pet could handle it. He was idly inspecting a variety of leathers and materials available, debating on whether to get Lindsey measured from head to toe so he could get several personalized harnesses and other such toys to play with. But his pet was still so fragile, having him strip down and let himself be spread and measured by two strangers might not be good for him, even with Loki's presence and assurance. Perhaps he could do the measurements himself, it was far from difficult, and simply send them in to be worked on, though they would be lacking the personal touch then. It was really just a decision on which comfort to sacrifice.

So caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the too familiar touches his pet was being subjected to. The soft call of his name caught his attention and his eyes flicked over, catching the tail end of the caress down Lindsey's arm. Ah. These men (Just because they could wield a specific kind of magic didn't make them any less human) had worked with this sort of thing before, and obviously were accustomed to different rules. As Loki turned and walked over, he debated killing them for their bold disrespect. But no, it would be a hassle to find another trusted worker as talented as these ones. He would give them a chance, and if they didn't listen, then he would drain them dry.

He returned to Lindsey, offering a comforting smile as he placed a hand on the small of his back. "Yes, lamb?" He murmured gently, soothing. Assuring his companion that he wasn't going to stray far or allow another to touch him. Deliberately he made eye contact with each of the three men. The money promised would be the only payment they would receive for their service. They got the message, which was made clear by how they dropped their gaze and the one wandering hand. After a moment they continued their work but Loki stayed very close, only moving a couple feet away, eyes never straying from the three magic workers.


Relief suffused Lindsey's gaze when Loki returned to him and the light rest of the vampire's hand on his back seemed to channel reassurance. The workers who crowding him instantly lowered their gazes and it was instantly easier to breathe. In their unique line of work, they were clearly used to dealing with slaves and not all masters were as possessive of their wares as Loki appeared to be. For that Lindsey was truly grateful.

Once it was made clear that they were not to be frivolous with him, the tone subtly shifted from personal to professional. They measured him thoroughly and for much more than the simple measurements of his neck. Lindsey glanced several times towards Loki when requests seemed strange for merely a collar, such as lifting his arms and spreading his legs, but Loki did not seem to be concerned and Lindsey tried not to let that bother him. Perhaps they wanted to fit him for more than just a collar, and Lindsey experienced enough to know Loki may have other interests. It didn't make him feel easy, but he could handle it. But when the request came for him to remove his clothes, Lindsey felt his mouth go dry.

Since Loki hadn't interjected yet, Lindsey started to obey. He began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly but deliberately with fingers that were surprisingly steady despite how numb he felt. Just take off his shirt, probably strip bare too. He had done this so many times now, it wasn't anything new. Yet he hadn't even realized he began internalizing his thoughts and ignored outside world until a cold touch on his hands got him to nearly jump with a start. Loki's grip was gentle, but it might as well have been a blow from how Lindsey flinched and instantly stopped. Had Loki been calling him? How could he have been so stupid and tuned the world out? He began to shiver as his hands gripped tightly to his half open shirt, unbuttoned far enough that his piercings winked between the open folds but unsure if he was to continue or close it back up. "Master?" he asked meekly, just barely suppressing his urge to apologize profusely.


Loki met his pet's terrified gaze, "Relax now, pet, and let go." Loki could almost smell the panic from his pet and he hadn't even made the conscious decision to intervene before he was up and tugging Lindsey close. "Allow me." He murmured as he gently unbuttoned his shirt for his shaking human pet. Once he was shed of it, Loki stayed close and drew him against his own hollowed chest, "They're simply measuring you for a harness. This is all you will need to remove. I'll be just here." His voice was caring and tender, uncaring of the witnesses. The lion did not concern himself with the opinions of the lamb. He just trailed gentle fingers through Lindsey's hair and leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead, "It is only to ensure your future comfort, love. Nothing soon." He assured him as he slowly moved back and warned the workers with a look to move slowly.

The rest of the fitting went on without incident, measures taken and by the time they were done, Loki had figured out all details of what he was to order. He stepped up to his pet when the workers moved away from him and aided him back into his shirt. He led him over and into the vampire's lap carefully, soothing him, "It's all right, love. The collar will be finished soon. It was a needed evil to allow them to touch you like that." He stroked his fingers down Lindsey's now clothed side as he pressed kisses to the line of his jaw, pampering and sweet.

It wasn't long before the collar was done and Loki collected it, gently fastening it on his pet with a smile as it sat well, the metal clipping into place smoothly and sitting just under Lindsey's adam apple. Loki stroked his thumb over the front almost lovingly as he met Lindsey's eyes, "How is that, love?"


If Loki wasn't there, Lindsey was afraid he would have fallen back into that mind numbing blankness that protected him during the hard times. But Loki's touch, gentle and tender, kept him anchored to the present and focused instead of hiding away. When the men were done, Lindsey was more than relieved to be drawn into his master's lap where he was safe and protected. He listened to Loki's soft words without contributing any of his own, knowing that the vampire understood his silence and didn't demand anything from him. Eventually his heart rate calmed down, he hadn't even known it had sped up, and he drifted comfortably until the collar was ready.

When Loki placed it on, Lindsey twitched. It settled uncomfortably around his neck, not a physical discomfort for it was made, as Loki promised, to be comfortable and smooth, but it was like a psychological noose settled there. It was no worse than all the others had worn, but this one felt more solid, more permanent somehow. Even when he barely felt its physical presence from how light and well made it was.

"It's..." Lindsey raised a hand to trace the light band, his gaze that met Loki's was a confused and turbulent blue. It was done. He ran the whole circle of it with his finger tips and felt no connecting slit of where it had originally opened... it wasn't coming off. Lindsey felt some part he didn't even know still existed die within him, but at the same time, he felt a relief that no more of those other horrors will be visited upon him anymore. "Can I see it? Is there a mirror?" He spent some time to look into his gaunt reflection, not at all recognizing the man in there. The band of metal was right at home on the neck of the haunted figure in the mirroring glass. "...it will be visible." Even now it sat far above the collar of his shirt and he was confused on how he felt about that. It went beyond fear or shame, but a sort of resignation and acceptance.


Loki stood behind his pet as the mortal examined himself. "Leave us." He commanded to the leather workers, letting them scuttle away to the front room. He slid his hands gently down Lindsey's shoulders and arms, "It will be visible, yes. You are mine, and everyone will be able to see. To know. Subtly rarely suits me." He murmured with a bit of an amused smirk, and leaned down to press lips to Lindsey's neck. That's when he registered the smell of fear. He immediately felt a flash of displeasure. Why was his pet fearful?

Loki had claimed him as he had begged him to, bedded him softly and assured him through all his terrors. He'd made a home of protection, promised him companionship, invulnerability, and kindness. A life of luxury and indulgence, with his only payment his submission. Had given him the final mark of Loki's possession and now he smelled of fear, regret, alltogether not what Loki was expecting. So when his fangs slid out, it wasn't to tease or play, but in a quiet threat as they scraped over Lindsey's neck.

"Are you not pleased, pet?" He asked, voice soft and dangerous, "Is this not what you wanted, what you begged for, to be mine? To be collared. Is this not what you requested." His grip tightened, just slightly, as he met Lindsey's eyes in the mirror, his own flashing the bright yellow of his kind. "Would you prefer for my ownership to be a secret. For you only to bear my mark when it is convenient for you?" There was a slight snarl to his voice, a note of aggression he didn't even attempt to control, "Would you take what I offer you and think to keep yourself safe without the marking of my ownership?"


Lindsey felt the nearly imperceivable change in the vampire and locked up, a shiver that wasn't at all anticipation running through his wiry frame. That small hint of fear flared to full fright, half directed inwards at what he did wrong, and the other half simply fearful of what the vampire could do to him. His apologies choked up and died in his throat as he stuttered, the icy coldness that he surely did something wrong gripping like a vice around his heart.

"I... No... I..." He quivered like a frail leaf under Loki's tight hold, and if not for the vampire's grip, he was afraid his legs might have given out on him. He certainly felt like he should be prostrating before the vampire to plead for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry," he finally choked out, his greatest fear of all being Loki would take back all that he had given him to return him to Wolfram and Hart. Certain that he had displeased his new master, Lindsey clutched at the collar like he could stop it from being taken back. Why should he care if it would be visible, who was even going to see it? It wasn't as if he was going anywhere. Stupid, stupid, stupid... "Please, I want it. Please... I'm sorry." He sobbed as his vision blurred but he was too busy holding at his collar to wipe at it.


Loki watched his pet in the mirror as he scrambled at his collar and the terror clearly rose inside of him. The tears made Loki relax his grip again and slowly retract his fangs, fingers gliding up Lindsey's side soothingly. "Do not forget yourself pet, you are mine. You will bear my collar and take my mark with pride. I take you in, I offer you protection and care, I do not take kindly to you wishing my claim on you was hidden." He said as he deliberately skimmed his fingers over the small initials carved into Lindsey's chest, the only scars the mortal had on him now.

"In older times, I would display my ownership by branding my sigil into their back and chest, much larger than the ones I have gifted you with. I would claim them publicly to notify the others in the area that they were not to be touched. It's a practice I have adapted nowadays to more modern times, but if you would prefer that ritual as opposed to the one I have offered you.." He trailed off deliberately, knowing that more than one part of that offer would shake Lindsey to his core.

He couldn't allow his pet to get cocky, to think he was anything but Loki's. Lindsey was well aware of the price his escape had cost but perhaps Loki was being too lenient. Too free in allowing Lindsey to pick and choose. Perhaps he should start making the example now and Lindsey had no choice other than Loki's desire and no option beyond Loki's offering of them. But one glance at Lindsey's fearful expression and the desperate way he held at the collar, Loki knew that any strictness wouldn't be needed. The pet knew his place, he was simply adapting.


"No, please no," Lindsey whispered, his budding confidence quickly shrinking back as he was put into his place. Sensing the immediate danger of the moment had passed, he dared to release his collar albeit slowly, like he was ready to clutch back at it should it be threatened again. He lowered his head, unable to maintain eye contact as his conditioning took over in response to the aggression projected. The tears that blurred his vision finally spilled over and he shivered where he stood, still thankfully held upright by Loki's tight though slacker grip.

So close, he was so close to losing it all. He hadn't even known he misstepped, not aware of the precipice he wandered towards until he sensed the anger and danger and felt the undiluted fear of falling back to his hellish existence threatening. He hadn't been thinking when he made his comment, he hadn't done much thinking at all in months, and right now, he found himself torn whether he should kick start the process or to go back to that apathetic shell that had protected him so long. Loki said that wasn't what he wanted of him, but it was so tempting for a retreat now before he was utterly shattered from falling again.

But Loki wouldn't do that to him... would he? Lindsey assumed one monster was better than a company of monsters, but even before, he knew Loki was a sadistic control freak who liked seeing him break. He remembered that vaguely, the horrors of what the vampire did overlaid by newer horrors, but the first creature to break him held a special sort of nightmare in his mind. Yet the prince was his only salvation right now.

His head started to hurt from the conflicted situation and he felt a chill creeping up within him. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be this wrecked mess of a human with a collar. He wanted to be.... Be Lindsey McDonald. His safe word. Yet too afraid that using it now would incur Loki's wrath, Lindsey instead requested in a sobbing murmur, so soft that it was like he was afraid to be caught asking, "Can we go? Please... Can we... Please..."


The stuttering, shaking request had Loki running soothing hands down Lindsey's sides, once he was sure Lindsey could stand on his own two feet without assistance. "Of course, sweet one, we will return home now." He said softly as he gently held him close under one arm and helped him rebutton his shirt before leaving the shop. Loki had already paid and only had to confirm the day of delivery before they left. He helped Lindsey into the car and tugged the human into his lap, rubbing a hand slowly up and down his back to help him relax. "You are in no danger," He said gently, "It was a simple mistake, I understand that. Just relax, no harm will come to you. You are mine, I need no more proof of that other than your acceptance. Simply think before you speak." He assured him.

He held Lindsey close the entire drive, and murmured soft praises into his ear as they traveled. He brought Lindsey into the house once the car stopped, keeping him close as possible. He brought him up into the room he'd given Lindsey as a safe place and sat him down on the bed. Sitting beside him, Loki tugged him like one would a child to hold him against his chest, "Breathe little one and calm yourself. No harm will come to you." He murmured into his ear as he rocked him. "You are mine, irrevocably. There is no need to fear."

He pulled away only slightly to meet Lindsey's eyes, putting two fingers under his chin and forcing his chin to tilt up so he could meet the bloodshot eyes of his newest acquisition. "Yes, I believe some time with Pavel will do you a lot of good."


Lindsey was quiet throughout the ride, having retreated back into himself like a shaken turtle into the safety of his shell. Loki did the talking and he listened, curled quietly into the vampire's lap, obvious that what happened in the shop had unnerved him enough that he wouldn't be volunteering any comments anytime soon.

He did marginally relax when they returned to the house, a place he came to associate with safety, at least temporarily. He knew that deep down that it was just an illusion, but so far he was not hurt here... yet. It was even better when they got to his room, and by the time he was seated on his bed, he managed to emerge enough to meet Loki's eyes at the prompt and whisper another apology. "I'm sorry." He didn't want to be so broken, he didn't want to disappoint Loki. He was too afraid of the consequences if he did.

"I want this- Master, I do," he said again, his hand going up to clutch at his new collar. "I shouldn't have said what I did earlier." He shouldn't even have felt anything. "I'm sorry... I'll... I'll try to think before saying anything." Although from how much silence he kept since the incident, eyes still fearful the whole time, it was clear that he won't be saying much if he tried to carefully think everything through. Honestly, he wasn't sure being around another of Loki's pet would help him with any of that. The doubt mixed into his troubled expression, but he kept quiet.