Omegle - Lindsey + Vamp!Loki

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[Omegle RP: Lindsey's first client, a sadistic vampire prince, Loki.]


Loki was bored, well bored was the wrong word. Tired of waiting, but not quite on the verge of frustrated. He was still in his traditional armours and leather, feet propped up on the expensive table of the five star hotel he was staying at. Special room, designed for people of more nocturnal workings, windows blocked with glass that stopped UV rays, fridge packed with blood and the little menu had descriptions of the meals he might want to take a bite of. All horridly overpriced, it would be easier just to hunt one down on his own.

The prince had a stack of papers in his hands, eyes darting impossibly fast over the pages as he read for the thousandth time the words of the contract, looking finding and plugging up loopholes. Wolfram and Hart were a tricky bunch but he was much more clever than those cold eyed halfwits with toothy smiles and a distinct smell of corruption. So he raised a brow as he worked out how they were going to try and screw him over, and counteracting it in his mind. Easy.

One passage in particular caught his eyes, however, the bit about his signing bonus. It gave clear rules that it was rental only, though Loki had full rights to it from sunset until sunrise, and the only condition is that he had to return it in one piece. What did these pests have, what did they think they could offer him, that could possibly interest someone as old as him.

It was fourteen minutes after sunset. Whatever it was better be worth the wait for its delivery.


Lindsey on the other hand stood at the base of the hotel, looking up to where he knew his new client awaited. His first large client in his current position, and it was with a mix of nervousness and trepidation that had his stomach doing flip flops within. Wolfram and Hart was a full service law firm, they catered to all the needs of their clients. Lindsey knew that from the very first day he joined the firm, but it wasn't until he made Junior Partner that he found out he had to personally cater to them.

But he would be protected though. Holland had been very reassuring about that point.

Taking a deep breath, he directed the hotel services to inform his client of his arrival and took the individual elevator up to their 'special' room. He adjusted his tie and shirt cuffs and after stalling for as long as he could, he placed his fist to the room door and knocked.

"Your highness, it's Lindsey McDonald, your lawyer from Wolfram and Hart." Lindsey remembered the royal vampire when Loki had visited the firm's office to sign the contract. Holland had handled the contract, but he called Lindsey in to meet the client since the case was assigned to him. At that moment it had overwhelmed Lindsey that they were giving such an important case to him, but Holland assured him he could do it.

It had been a very brief meeting and he remembered that the vampire had been very regal and professional about it. Hopefully tonight will be that way as well.


Loki heard the knock and raised a brow, he hadn't been expecting a delivery from the lawyer himself. If this was for some talk about the fine print saying that he only got his bonus after the base was done or some other bullshit Loki was very ready for decapitation. But he stood fluidly, not just going to tell him to come in given he had no idea who it actually was behind the door.

He opened it with a smooth move, eyes cold and assessing as he looked the lawyer over. He smelled of nervousness and false bravado, and there was no sign of a package on him. Or a letter. Or anything like that really and it would explain the tardiness, if he was Loki's little gift from the firm. Hm, they must be very confident in the abilities of their healers if they gave Loki one of their best to play with.

"I remember you. I assume the reason my gift is late is due to simple mortal incompetence?" He asked, arching a brow and stepping back to invite him through silently, "Though if you are here in the role of my attorney, I have better ways to spend my nights."


There was a moment when the door opened and Lindsey became face to face with the royal vampire, taller than him by nearly a head and dressed in an outfit that was meant to impress, that the lawyer's mouth had dried up. But this was not his first time dealing with vampires, and just as quickly, Lindsey smiled genially towards his most esteemed client.

"My apologies, your highness. I... no, I am here on behalf of Wolfram and Hart, to show how much we value your patronage." He ducked his head in a light bow and entered. Rather than look around the room, he focused his attention back on Loki and continued, still smiling that perfected lawyer smile. "We are a full service law firm, and, as promised at the time of signing the contract and the terms outlined in section F, I am here to take care of your needs."

His heart thumped heavily in his chest, but it was just nerves, not yet fear. He was here as a representative of Wolfram and Hart, there was power in that position. Loki was hardly the first vampire he dealt with.


Loki slowly raised a brow and shut the door without his eyes leaving Lindsey. He was... cute, in a mortal sort of way, obvious twitchy about being sent out and very eager to please. Loki vaguely wondered if his life depended on winning this case. He cocked his head to the side and circled around the man, looking him over like one would look a piece of meat on a butcher's hook. Well, how a very hungry man would look at it.

"My needs are quite extensive, and the rules surrounding your services are vague at best." He said with a extension of his hand he trailed it deliberately down Lindsey's back and over the curve of his ass before dragging it back up and around, up his throat, and then over the curve of his chin. He's circled back around by the time he was done mapping out his reactions to the touches.

His fingers curved and bent and caught his chin tightly, forcing him to bend his head back at an uncomfortable angle so Loki could step up close and look straight down into his eyes. A liar's eyes. Loki smirked. "Age? Blood type?" He asked a moment later, letting go of him completely and stepping away, turning to the contract dismissively like he'd just asked the weather.


Lindsey jerked in response when the vampire touched him, but caught himself and held still, at least, until the hand trailed down to touching his -ass-. What the hell? He tried to pull away then, but the vampire's cool touches hand had moved on and it was going around to his throat and chin.

His heartbeat sped up slightly as that sick feeling in his stomach grew and his nervousness escalated to anxiety. The beginnings of fear too, and that caused his nostrils to flare slightly as he looked up into Loki's green eyes. Such a piercing cold green, like a colored glass with jagged edges that wanted to cut into him at a moment's notice. Lindsey shivered and took his own step back when released from the hold.

"26, type AB." Those were normal questions, at least, ones that Lindsey understood and was rather comfortable answering, even to a vampire. He expected he would be drunk from, and hearing these questions helped settle his nerves knowing it was as he anticipated.


Loki turned to the table and picked up the contract again, glancing through the specific section in question and glancing up at Lindsey, expression unreadable. "Nervous." He put the contract down and stepped forward, advancing on the mortal like a lion on a gazelle, "First time in this position." They weren't questions and he advanced on him again, slow and steady and the smirk taking on a mocking edge to it.

He smelled wonderful, the first flickering of fear in his scent and his blood speeding with the increased rate if his heart, like it was wanting Loki to just drain him. "I'm going to ask a few questions. Don't answer them until I'm done. How would you rate your pain tolerance? Are you infected with anything that might be detrimental to me?" He was fairly sure not but it always good to be safe. "Do you consider yourself heterosexual? Any phobias?" He listed before stepping forward again, arching a brow to tell that it was time for Lindsey to answer.

he could almost sense his fear growing for every little question, the realization that Loki liked to play a little rougher than most kids, and the mortal was finally getting a sense to what he had just walked into.


Lindsey managed to keep his smile on during the first assessing of his situation. The way the vampire closed their distance made him a whole lot more nervous, but those were mere facts and his smile twitched a bit in acknowledgement of their accuracy.

But then came the questions and just the first one had Lindsey's eyes widen slightly from being caught off guard. Pain tolerance? Infection was understandable since there were many diseases that could be transmitted by blood, but his mind was still caught on the first question on pain when the one on his sexual orientation totally blew his mind away. "What?" he asked before he could stop himself, his poker face dropping away to reveal his shock.

He took a step back and tried to dredge his smile back up. His heart was pounding though, and he could hear his own blood rushing in his ears. "I'm sorry, your highness, that's not what my services are about... I am sure my sexual preferences have nothing to do with this."


Loki laughed, dark and low and taunting, "I am inclined to disagree, it says precisely that I own you, you are mine to do with as I please as long as I return you in one piece. So as long as I keep everything attached to where its supposed to be," He purred, voice made of venom and honey and in the next moment he was behind Lindsey, pressed up snugly against him, one elegant hand on his throat and forcing his head back over Loki's shoulder, pressing just enough to warn that struggling wouldn't have good results, "Your services are whatever I'd like them to be."

Loki ever so slowly, finger by finger, he allowed Lindsey access to his precious air again, the delicate lungs straining for breath under his hand, as he slid it down but he stepped back again, leaving Lindsey supporting himself and Loki moved back to the table, arms behind his back now, eyes assessing and just a little bit taunting. "I don't very much enjoy being ignored, Lindsey, I'd suggest you'd answer my question and then pose your own afterwards." He said, not unkindly, like he was giving casual advice.

He didn't take his eyes off of Lindsey, nor for a moment as he worked out just how he was going to go about this. Oh, this was fun, he wondered if he would go for the door, already thinking of ways to use that against him.


The moment Lindsey was grabbed, his anxiety went into full blown panic just as Loki laid out the exact terms of his contract, terms he knew and had doubts about himself, but remained willfully blind with a naive optimism that it would turn out to be nothing. Holland had been so reassuring when he explained to Lindsey his new responsibilities to their law firm and he trusted the older man.

He never thought Holland had been smilingly introducing him to prostitution. Or worse.

And he couldn't breathe, which seemed like a thing of second importance considering the bombshell that was just dropped into his world. When he was suddenly released, he stumbled back and caught himself on the nearest vertical item, which turned out to be a shelf. His heart was pounding so hard that he could hardly hear himself speak.

"N-no, there must be some mistake..." Except he knew there wasn't, and even so, he couldn't help but shoot a quick glance towards the doorway. Yet, instead of breaking for it, he swallowed and pulled his shoulders up, trying to put his lawyer face back on.

This was happening regardless and he was scared out of his mind, but running was never an option. "I... I imagine it's pretty high, my pain tolerance, I mean. I'm clean of diseases and I am definitely heterosexual." He swallowed. "No phobias that I know of."

Hoping he answered the questions well enough to Loki's satisfaction, he inquired, "May I ask the questions now?"


Loki watched him with amusement he was sure was clear on his features as he watched the mortal stumble. He was adorable and either W&H were much more clever than they seemed, or he was a very, very good actor. But no, the scent of fear, of panic, of desperation was legitimate so the lawyers knew his tastes well. He liked them innocent and Loki supposed this was the closest they could get. The token protests had Loki chuckling again, mortals, always trying to find a way out. Always thinking there was another way to escape.

He sat in his chair again, propping his feet up imperiously as Lindsey stuttered through his responses and they were satisfactory. Untrue, but satisfactory. If a bit of air deprivation had him stumbling and hacking, his tolerance wasn't high at all, but Loki would fix that in a few sessions. And for now, well, he looked very much like a screamer and this room was soundproofed for a reason.

And human's views on sexuality were so limited it was laughable, but honestly it didn't matter to Loki, he would be getting what he wanted either way, any flailing could be easily quelled. "Three questions," He answered after a long pause, "Don't be tedious." This one was a talker, he could sense it, Loki preferred to be the one talking in circles, not the other way around.


Lindsey had the chance to ask three questions, three quick ones that he had to make it count. The ones he wanted to ask the most weren't aimed at Loki, as only Wolfram and Hart could tell him why they betrayed and backstabbed his trust this way, though there was one pressing one that he wanted to know.

"What do you have planned for me tonight?" Then, because the other questions might depend on the answer of this, and also to prevent Loki from cutting off his chances later, he added, in a clear statement form, "I want to reserve the rights for the other two questions subsequent to your answer on this one."

Lindsey was a lawyer after all, the youngest one to ever make Junior Partner in the firm, and he had been so proud of that. Though now it seemed like a horrible joke.


Loki laughed at the question, "I don't have a full answer to that, and I'll grant you the right to keep the other two. Keep in mind the offer will expire. And quickly." He cocked his head to the side as he regarded Lindsey, thinking.

"I plan to taste you at some point, though I got bored of biting centuries ago. I tend to sample now." His smile was vicious and filled with ice, "I plan to see how you look with a pattern of bruises down your sides. I plan on putting you on the ground and seeing if you fight back so I'll know how your ribs feel like breaking under my boot." He continued it casually, hands on his own knees, ling fingers tapping.

"I plan on fucking you, if that's what you're truly worried about, and I plan on making you scream in one way or another. And having you kneel at some point, perhaps after I've threatened to break your kneecaps." He watched the terror flood him and laughed again, they were so fun when they were terrified, at least they didn't send him some acclimatized whore.

"On that note, strip down, don't make me repeat myself, and get on your knees. Would you like to use another question?"


Lindsey felt true fear like he never felt before at the long list of horrors that Loki answered for him. Sometimes knowing was so much worse than not knowing, and this surely must be one of those times. He couldn't stop the barest of whimpers from escaping when Loki confirmed that, yes, he will be raped, and Loki would enjoy it immensely.

Lindsey hesitated for a fraction of a second, but then he shook his head rapidly towards asking more since he was still getting indigestion from the horrifying information that was force fed down his throat. He wanted to run, to cry, he would even quit his job now and never look back, but he knew there was only Hell waiting for him one way or another.

And he only had himself to blame for returning to Wolfram and Hart's fold.

Realizing that the vampire was still waiting for him to obey, Lindsey quickly stripped himself of his suit and pants, but stopped at the boxers and knelt down. Even with his privates still clothed, he was blushing a deep pink across his fair skin from the embarrassment he felt at being so exposed.


Loki was pleased at the speedy obedience, perhaps he thought that quick responses or lack of fighting would earn him respite. Oh poor, naive thing. Though it was a refreshing change from the usual running and screaming and insults that he usually got. Well, if he knew Holland at all, this one probably had the fires of Hades to welcome him when he was done being used by the firm, so a bit of torture should be nothing but a reminder of home. Loki smirked at that thought.

Though the pleasure faded when Lindsey stopped at his underclothing and didn't remove them before kneeling down, hands tightening slightly before he deliberately relaxed them, it wouldn't do to let emotion touch him so soon. "I loathe repeating myself, pet, lets make it a rule. For each time you make me say something twice, I mark you with your disobedience." He smiled at his own cleverness and stood easily.

He hummed to himself as he sauntered over to the burning fireplace, pulling out the fire poker and holding it in the open flames until it was red hot. "This will do nicely, don't you think?" Loki hoped he remembered to answer as he advanced, "Now, I said strip down. Consider this a last warning about forcing me to reiterate, next time and you'll have a pretty new tally." He placed the makeshift brand back in the fire.


If fear was tangible, it would be so thick in the room that they wouldn't be able to see. Lindsey's eyes followed the glowing poker with pure terror. "No! No, please!" With only the thought of avoiding having that touch his skin, he quickly removed his boxers and dropped it with the rest of his clothes. He had no idea that Loki was expecting an answer.

It left him completely naked, before a monster he had seen only once before and already promised that he would be torturing him tonight. He was flushed a dark crimson all the way past his shoulders from embarrassment and shame, and he quickly lowered his head so he didn't have to see the sadistic look on the vampire's face.


Loki paused, waiting for an answer, giving the mortal a second to think it over and when no response came his eyes narrowed and he gave a little sigh. With the mortal's eyes down he took advantage of it, because they wouldn't be permitted to stay low for very long. Loki retrieved the poker from the fire and advanced, holding it high enough that the mortal would only see his boots.

Without warning he placed the hot metal against the curve of Lindsey's left shoulder and took advantage of the reaction to snatch his chin and force the pain and fear filled eyes to look at his own amused and cold ones. He still held the poker in hand, the flesh that it had touched sizzling and burning and Loki prevented any attempted retreat with the firm hold on Lindsey's jaw.

"New rule, unless instructed to do otherwise, you keep your eyes on me. Now," His smile curved his lips was delighted with Lindsey, the terror and pain and utter desperation of a trapped mouse. "I asked you a question, you're forcing me to repeat myself, but I suppose now you can give a more accurate response. The poker will do nicely, don't you think?" He asked again.


If fear was tangible, it would be so thick in the room that they wouldn't be able to see. Lindsey's eyes followed the glowing poker with pure terror. "No! No, please!" With only the thought of avoiding having that touch his skin, he quickly removed his boxers and dropped it with the rest of his clothes. He had no idea that Loki was expecting an answer.

It left him completely naked, before a monster he had seen only once before and already promised that he would be torturing him tonight. He was flushed a dark crimson all the way past his shoulders from embarrassment and shame, and he quickly lowered his head so he didn't have to see the sadistic look on the vampire's face.


Loki paused, waiting for an answer, giving the mortal a second to think it over and when no response came his eyes narrowed and he gave a little sigh. With the mortal's eyes down he took advantage of it, because they wouldn't be permitted to stay low for very long. Loki retrieved the poker from the fire and advanced, holding it high enough that the mortal would only see his boots.

Without warning he placed the hot metal against the curve of Lindsey's left shoulder and took advantage of the reaction to snatch his chin and force the pain and fear filled eyes to look at his own amused and cold ones. He still held the poker in hand, the flesh that it had touched sizzling and burning and Loki prevented any attempted retreat with the firm hold on Lindsey's jaw.

"New rule, unless instructed to do otherwise, you keep your eyes on me. Now," His smile curved his lips was delighted with Lindsey, the terror and pain and utter desperation of a trapped mouse. "I asked you a question, you're forcing me to repeat myself, but I suppose now you can give a more accurate response. The poker will do nicely, don't you think?" He asked again.


Lindsey couldn't have known, and he couldn't see it coming either with how his eyes were lowered. He only saw the approach of the boots, but nothing prepared him for the sudden white hot pain that seared into his shoulder.

His head snapped up just in time for the vampire to catch his chin and hold him in place, also hold him so that his scream was muffled into a pained cry. Unable to break out of the vampire's vice grip, he started to squeeze his eyes shut until Loki's merciless words had his eyes snapping open to watch the sadistic spread of the vampire's lips.

"Y-yes!" he gasped, on the verge of tears as all his senses became focused on the burning of his flesh. "P-please! Stop!"


Loki pulled the poker away from his skin and released his chin, letting him fall back and Loki strode over to the fireplace, docking it back in the fire and humming idly to himself as he turned back around. The broken breaths of the lawyer made him smile again, "Listen well, pet, it will spare you much pain." The pain would still come, but perhaps he could save himself some and save Loki a little frustration. Negative reinforcement was always the best way of doing things.

He didn't crouch to get on Lindsey's level, Loki would never bend at the knee for a mortal, he wouldn't bend at the knee for anyone actually, though he enjoyed it the other way around. He waited for Lindsey to meet his eyes and he smile his approval. "Good, you learn fast, lets try to keep that up, shall we?" He asked, tossing in the question as he tended to do, returning to his chair and propping his legs up as usual.

"So you truly had no idea that you had been given to me to play with, I mean, surely you've heard of me," His smile was cocky and assured. "I know I've done business with the firm before, the incident with the nuns a little while back." He clucked his tongue in fond recollection, "So I'd assume you wouldn't have come at all if you were aware that you had been signed on as my new plaything."


Practically shaking in terror, although the pain might be a good reason for his shivering too, Lindsey didn't dare to take his eyes off the immortal maniac. Then realizing that that little rhetorical question might be interpreted as another question, he was quick to snap an answer back, even if it's a stuttering, "Y-yes."

Loki was right, he knew of Loki. Some terrible vampire prince, as legendary as Angelus and his merry band had been through the ages, but not as flashy, and a whole lot older. But still, Lindsey hadn't thought at all that this was the position he would end up in when he was assigned to help this client.

Barely holding back tears, god his shoulder hurt so much, he rapidly shook his head. "This wasn't what I signed up for!" And through those words, some of his anger at the firm's betrayal, started to seep in. "I'm a lawyer!"


Loki arched a brow at the exclamation, "And you're a staff member at a firm run by the oldest souls in hell itself, a mortal man who thinks himself equal to beings with life spans longer than the collective of humanities'." He said lightly, the mocking tone unmistakable, "You can provide things no other species can. Human are the perfect playthings, so pretty, breakable and yet resilient and you smell so sweet, not to mention your taste." He almost purred, head tilting back slightly. "Obviously they're going to use you for resources that you can provide. Though don't think yourself special, I'm sure there's other in your position. Pity no one thought to warn you."

There was a saying, when making business with Loki Laufeyson, never let him talk more than you. Because this ancient vampire had a funny trick of getting inside of your head and playing about in there until you barely knew what you were there for in the first place. It was very useful, especially in Loki's position of power, it was how he'd gotten the best mortal lawyer in the firm for a relatively minor case. Well that and his reputation, that is, those who denied him ended up without heads not too long after. Loki smirked down at the shaking man, the blood welling up making his mouth water. "Do you know how old I am, pet?"


Some of that anger was quickly deflated by Loki's words, and Lindsey wanted to curse himself for his stupidity. He had actually trusted in the firm, believing he was furthering his career and gaining a second chance, a better chance. He actually thought they valued him.

Grimacing at what a fool he was, he returned to his current position and, though he was still scared enough to want to cry, that little run of anger also brought back some of his lawyer confidence. "I read the files... at least, what the firm had of you. You are over four millenniums old and many vampires can trace their lineage back to yours, making you a prince in the original royal lineage." He swallowed and tried to get his fear under control.

"I'm sorry they didn't mention your distinctive tastes. I'm sure I can add something to it when I see it next time." It helped that when even though his anger fled for the time being, his annoyance hadn't.


Loki grinned, "Well, I'm glad to see I've maintained some mystery. To my calculation I'm nearly five and a half millennium, another little tidbit to add to your files. Much older than some of the idiots who claim to be the original vampire." Loki rolled his eyes as he stood, snapping from torturer to casual conversation in a moment, speaking to Lindsey like he wasn't naked, kneeling and bleeding on his hotel room floor.

"Vampires have evolved along with humans, that is something that many of us forget. We tend to treat you as disposable, like you're less than us." Loki smoothly moved forward and cupped his chin again, brushing his thumb lightly over Lindsey's lips, "You are not, your species and mine are equals, we are an evolved version of you, yes. But without you we would literally not exist, by the same point. So do not think I am doing this simply because you are human, no. I take my pleasure in coaxing pain from any species, humans are just so perfect to sample and play with."

He ran a hand through Lindsey's hair in a kind of praise. "They know my distinctive tastes, I've spent a bit of time with several of the members on their main board, you are to my tastes, sweet pet. Perhaps that's why they left you ignorant, they know I enjoy seeing the terror build. Get on the bed." There was no pause, no indication of a change in topic or even tone, the command said easily, naturally, centuries of giving orders and having them instantly obeyed giving him the natural aura of someone to be obeyed.


It was shocking to know that even while in pain and bleeding and absolutely petrified by Loki, at the same time, Lindsey could feel revulsion so strong for the man who intended to torture him. Loki was egotistical, vain, and not a little mad. He spoke as if he was some grand evolved creature instead of some human faced monster.

And then he spoke of knowing the board or perhaps even the Senior Partners and Lindsey's anger rose like a hot burning fountain through his core. "No," he answered, not getting off his knees and not going to the bed either. If he had been manipulated from the start, it wasn't fair for him to give this sadistic monster what he wanted.

Jerking his head out from under the man's manicured fingers, Lindsey stared up at him with a passionate hate burning within. He didn't even think of consequences as he continued, "I'm your lawyer, you can't do this to me and expect me to defend you."


The little word didn't provoke a reaction, ah, he hadn't been expecting it so soon but there it was. Humans, so utterly defiant it was adorable to watch them snap under the pressure. "You're my toy until sunrise, I can do whatever I'd like to with no consequence." He answered with a little smile that was just on this side of deranged, eyes a bit unfocused before sharpening in, eagle on its prey.

"And what's your alternative, leave?" Loki laughed, hollow and mocking and he fisted a hand in Lindsey's hair again, "All right, lets say you get out, you run, you manage to outsmart and over power a creature who is older than the bible, older than any modern religion, who has seen you grow from caves to huts to house, burn it all down and start again." He said, eyes glinting with his knowledge, "What will you do then, how long do you think it would take for the Senior partners to realize you've broken your contract and come after you. Because I am not a humble creature, but in all my life, all my experience and creativity, I cannot hope to match what they will do to you when they find you." His grin was all teeth and he snatched up the mortal by the throat.

He lifted his arm, lifting him effortlessly and bringing him so his toes were no longer touching the floor, choking the air from him and watched as he tried to gasp down air, in vain, but he still dried. Only when the body spasmed in his grasp did he let go suddenly for the lawyer to fall to the ground in a heap, couching for air. "Next time you tell me no I will make you swallow your own tongue before forcing you to take my cock down your throat until you black out." He warned casually, "Now, get on the bed."


Perhaps that resistance had been ill thought out, and Lindsey fully recognized his error as Loki so succinctly laid it out for him. And, damn the timeless vampire, he was right. What the vampire could do to him tonight was nothing to what the Senior Partners could... Here, at least Loki had to, by rules of a binding magical contract, let him go alive and whole. There were no similar safety clause keeping back the Senior Partners who owned his soul.

And if that hadn't been a convincing enough an argument, cutting off his air and having him gasp and claw at the iron tight grip for the barest of oxygen molecule was a very strong deterrent. Lindsey's eyes bulged and he struggled in desperate scrabbling before he found himself suddenly dropped to his hands and knees and gasping sweet, sweet air into his depraved lungs.

He coughed, groaning and gasping like air was going out of fashion. In front of him his hands curled into desperate fists against the floor and he squeezed his eyes shut from shame and anger. Then the moment passed and he scrambled for the bed before Loki counted that as a repeat command or that Lindsey wasn't looking at him. Once there, he, balefully, turned his eyes onto the vampire so as not to break that new rule either.


Loki smiled once Lindsey was on the bed, obviously reluctant and the glare he received made him smile wider. It was going to be fun watching that slowly turn to pain. "So," He felt his own cock stir in his trousers, the sight of the mortal rather appealing and Loki moved to his desk, feeling those heated eyes on him. He retrieved an ornate dagger, from the days of the Chinese Dynasty, their third emperor had insisted on being armed at all times. Loki had become his lover easily and snapped his neck when the man dozed of one day. Loki still had most of the weapons he'd stolen that day.

This one was a favourite though, it could cut skin and muscle like warm butter and it was just aesthetically gorgeous from its pearled handle to the ancient engravings into the gold base. He turned around, running his fingers over the flat sides almost lovingly. "I'll be kind, since you're new at this, I've always had a soft spot for virgins and cripples. Where should I taste from first."

It was a rather generous question, and a kind offer if he did say so himself and he approached the bed calmly, cocking his head to look down at the terrified and enraged human. "Your two questions are running out of time, would you like to use them now?"


"So kind of you to remind me," Lindsey snapped back sarcastically, his anger still getting the better of him. But he considered what he was just told and after a very short moment of consideration, he nodded his head. "I would use one," he replied.

Now came how to phrase it to get the maximum amount of information. "How will the spot I choose be relevant to your 'tasting' in terms of location, pain, and effects?" Lindsey was given choices, he might as well use it to the maximum of his abilities since he was allowed to.

He couldn't imagine that it was merely a small slice that the vampire meant and merely asking him where to start. That seemed almost too simple. It also didn't help that he couldn't draw his eyes away from the ornate blade once it came into play.


Loki smiled, "Its a simple game really, you tell me where to start and I cut into you to taste you. No tricks, I'll give you warning in the meantime. I'm a very simple creature, Lindsey. I do as I say unless I am lying." he said with a grin, purposefully saying nothing as he spoke. Nothing infuriated lawyer types more than that. "The pain depends on the spot I suppose, and how much you try and struggle against it." He said as he slipped the blade along his palm and lapped up the blood that welled up.

"Though you might only get to choose once, maybe more, depends on how I'm feeling." He teased lightly, eyes sparkling with the promise of a new way to pass the time, he liked this little bird, and he smelled amazing, Loki wanted to taste. He didn't get on the bed though, just towered over the mortal, considering him. "I am not a lawyer, this isn't a trick. Disobey and you will be punished, obey and you won't be. I do what pleases me and nothing more, nothing less. Though the tasting is not the last time you will bleed tonight."


Lindsey calmed down a little at the straight forward answer, well, nearly straight forward answer. He could have rolled his eyes at the truth unless lying bit. "That's helpful," he muttered instead.

Even if the information wasn't, the talking was. Some of his fear became dispelled as long as he kept talking. It wasn't control, but it was an illusion that there was still a way out. At least to express himself.

The rest though, assuming Loki wasn't lying, assuming the vampire was telling the truth, then Lindsey got a choice of where to start. It made completely no difference in the end and it was merely a way to play with him, but it was still a choice. "Start with my arm." At least that shouldn't hurt as much, plenty of muscles to soften the cut.

Loki smirked and grabbed Lindsey's arm, as instructed, "Good boy." he praised as he slowly brought the knife up and slid it across the sensitive crook of his elbow, watching the blood well and darting forward to lap it up before it spilt. He moaned softly at the taste and in the next second he was on the bed, Lindsey pinned beneath him.

He kept one hand on the tops of the lawyer's collarbones, close enough to his throat to be a threat if Lindsey tried to struggle, the other tight on his wrist, forcing his arm out so Loki could lap and suck at the fairly deep wound.

It was a couple of minutes before he pulled back, the blood having stopped dripping though he'd taken relatively little. It was just as he said, a sample. He licked his lips before he opened his mouth, fangs smoothly extending into curved point. He smiled at the lawyer, the gesture made sinister by the fangs.

"You taste wonderful, the fear in your system sweetens it, I wonder how pain will effect your taste." he mused as he twirled the dagger again. considering where to cut next.

Lindsey gasped at the sharp pain and instinctively tried to pull away, but the vampire gripped his wrist so tightly that he couldn't move. Then with a move so sudden that it knocked the breath out of him, Lindsey was thrown onto the bed and pinned. He struggled, not that he could get any leverage with how Loki held him.

So after pushing ineffectually like a pinned fish for a few times, Lindsey stopped altogether and turned his face away. A second later he snapped his gaze back, temporarily having forgotten the rule he had to keep his eyes on the vampire.

The initial sting of the cut was gone, leaving behind only a strange numbness that throbbed along his arm. However, Lindsey barely noticed, his eyes were glued to the curved fangs on the vampire who... was the most beautiful vampire he had ever seen. "You're vamped out..." Except aside from fangs, Lindsey couldn't tell at all.


Loki's eyes darted to him at the question, more of a statement but he took it as a question. The human's fascination was amusing and it occurred to Loki he'd probably never seen a vampire of royal blood before. Royal was just another word for ancient in the vampire culture, older than memories made you royalty, obviously there were very few of them left. Loki smiled and bent forward, curling his upper lip up to show the fans in full.

They were longer than a regular vampire's fangs as well, almost touching his bottom lip as he grinned, sharper than daggers. "Yes." He responded with a bit of a chuckle, and then let his fangs slowly retract, deliberately slower than should be possible. "I am royalty, or have you forgotten, I have to need to mutilate my face to be able to feed." He commented, amused now. He shifted down, pining Lindsey's thighs firmly.

He brought the knife down, purposefully skated the blade about an inch from his limp shaft, before slicing suddenly along the top of his thigh. He lapped up the fresh blood quickly, once again keeping the lawyer still so he could sample as much as he wished.


Lindsey stared with rapt attention at the slow retraction of the fangs, unable to look away, unable to even blink until the sharp mini sabres disappeared back in their sheaths. Something about them made his heart beat faster and it had nothing to do with the fear of them sinking into his flesh.

"They're..." Beautiful, deadly, but with a fatal type of attraction that had his pulse throb in response. "...different."

His heart leaped to his throat when the knife moved low, downwards, and he froze, not daring to move. He wanted to shake his head in protest, but as if his muscles locked up, he couldn't even do that either.

He gasped again when the next slice took him by surprise, so dangerously close to the root of his manhood. Yet he breathed out a sigh of relief when Loki had only cut along his thigh. That should be the end of that, but to his absolute horror and utter shame, his dick, rather than shrink away, twitched in interest.


When the sudden pulse of arousal shot through the mortal, Loki paused in his tasting. The scent of fear was suddenly tainted by the wonderful cinnamon scent of arousal, stark and obvious against the whirling scent bitter fear and the sharp tang of pain. Loki lapped the wound shut and pulled back, mouth curved into a vicious sort of smile.

He hummed to himself, letting his fangs slide out slowly again, knowing his irises flashed yellow for a second before returning to their deep green. "Very.... different." he taunted and slid elegant hands up the bare thighs, thinking of how far he'd have to beat the man into submission to bend him over his lap and spank him till he was screaming.

By the looks of things, perhaps he could make it a punishment, though he knew how to make punishments seem like rewards and he could have his little pet rutting against his thigh like a bitch in heat, begging for another hit. But that was a game for later. Loki slowly ran his tongue over his fangs, "Have you ever been bitten before, pet?" He purred softly, voice deep and persuasive even as he fingered the blade, thinking of where to place the next cut.


Lindsey closed his eyes, knowing he was risking punishment but he desperately needed a moment to gather himself. He knew he had a subliminal attraction to vampires, it was the power, the representation of untouchable evil that always made him interested in their kind. Yet what happened a second ago wasn't mere interest, but sexual, and that both surprised and freaked him out.

Snapping open his eyes to give the prince a startled look at the question, he mutely shook his head, not quite trusting himself to have a steady enough voice to answer. It was a pride of his that, up until now, he had managed to avoid being bitten by his clients. Several of his colleagues had, but he always had a way of handling vampire clients. Except his luck had finally run out and this was so much worse.


Loki chuckled, "Eyes on me, pet." He said, deciding to show a little mercy with this new revelation and not persecute him for making Loki repeat himself. He had corrected his mistake, like a good little boy. "You won't be tonight, don't worry, like I said, I prefer to sample and I' sure I can carve you up enough to get all I want. So you get to keep your virginity in a sense." He chuckled into his skin, cool breath ghosting over Lindsey's cock, watching in amusement as he hardened slightly and he glanced up at the look of terror on the lawyer's features.

"Oh, don't think you'll get the privilege of having me suck you off." he chided lightly and he purposefully grazed his fangs just at the base, enough to draw a single small scrape against the sensitized skin.

He decided on the chest for the next cut and for his own personal amusement he carved a cross into Lindsey's chest, moaning at the hiss and burn of it against his tongue, how his own flesh burnt as he lapped up the blood. He pulled away with a moan, tongue healing rapidly, his own arousal evident as it bulged in his trousers.


Hearing Loki admit he wouldn't brought a strange sort of relief and disappointment to Lindsey. Originally that thought hadn't even crossed the lawyer's mind, at least, not in the sexual sense, although he had been deathly afraid that, through some twisted perverse pleasure, the vampire would cut him on his cock anyway... Like how he just did. Lindsey jerked in reaction, both crying out and his cock, despite his best efforts to calm it down, jumped and filled with a bit more blood.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself at how embarrassing this was, and how completely wrong and twisted that he was getting hard from having a vampire cut him up and just sliced his cock... with their fang. This couldn't be happening.

Yet reality quickly set in when the vampire carved into him again, and, was that a cross? He watched transfixed as the creature lapped blood up from it and he moaned too, from a strange sort of stinging pleasure from the light cut and the soothing wet coolness of Loki's tongue applied over it. He dug his hands into the bed sheets and made himself stay still. It wasn't like he had anywhere he could go anyway.

But he had to say something... and seeing how his chest burned the vampire, he hissed out, "You're twisted." Really, throwing some major stones in his glass penthouse here.


Loki saw the irony of the accusation as well and he tipped his head, laughing loud and deep and incredibly amused. "Five thousand years makes you relish the pain, but you don't seem to need that long." He mocked as he trailed the dulled edge of the knife up the human's shaft and watched how it hardened completely now, apparently eager as Loki played with its dangerous toy. He smiled as he watched the flush, the horror and humiliation on Lindsey's features.

He brought the knife up, away from his member, to place the tip under Lindsey's jaw and tilt his head back, forcing him to meet Loki's eyes, and the vampire grinned a little manically, tongue darting out to wet his lips. What an adorable little thing. "I'm going to assume here that you've never had a cock in between those pretty lips. Which is a shame because they were designed to be fucked." He purred out, the blade cutting into the sensitive underside of his chin.

Loki darted in to lap up the dripping blood, free hand reaching between his own legs to palm his cock through the leathers, as if trying to soothe it. Wouldn't be good to ruin the fun so soon. "You taste delightful." he murmured as he sat back, still caressing himself as his eyes held Lindsey's, like a snake transfixing a mouse.


If only the bed could open up and swallow him completely right now. Lindsey felt so helpless like this, spread out, on display, with a fucking erection bobbing against his stomach like a lewd thing all before a maniac vampire who was still fully dressed in the most leather and metal Lindsey had ever seen, which also hid the most terrifying bulge between his legs. Yet all he could do was look up as he stayed pinned there like some bug, petrified and trying to be laughably defiant.

He couldn't stare up anymore. He closed his eyes and turned his head away, his newly mocked lips closing together in a thin line. At least he avoided crying, that was something he will vow he'll never do. If the vampire was going to hurt him for this, then he could hurt him. It wasn't like he would stop anyway.

"You're a sadistic maniac," he squeezed out between gritted teeth, his fists tightening so hard by his side that his knuckles were going painfully white. Just because he had to be here, just because he got sold out to be this sadist's toy, doesn't mean he had to like it. His own twisted erection be damned.


"There we are, I think that pretty much sums up your position, doesn't it? At the mercy of a sadistic maniac." He rolled the last two words around on his tongue like he was considering them as a description. When he looked down and Lindsey had turned away, Loki rolled his eyes. "See, now you've put me in a difficult position. Because I rather like where I am right now." he paused, considered, smiled.

"Ah, but I suppose I don't have to repeat myself, so you're just disobeying a direct command, which a new punishment can easily be made for." He said with delight and then without pause he held Lindsey down and carved a rather large and deep L into his stomach. He immediately curved his back to lick and suck at the wound, more blood than before spilling out due to the placement and depth of the cut." He was smiling when he pulled back, chin and lips streaked wit scarlet.

"If I complete my name, I'm going to fuck you with my knife." He informed him, twisting the blade in his fingers, the metal gleaming in the dulled light. "And if you make me carve my name into you before I've gotten around to actually fucking you, then its going to hurt much, much more when I go impale you on my cock." He licked a long line up his chest, just because he could. "Understood, pet?"


The pain brought Lindsey's head snapping back around as hurt flooded his blue orbs like an incoming tide. He twisted under the vampire's clutch, groaning and gasping at the same time while his breaths came out quick and shallow in an attempt to manage the pain.

"Y-you can't," he stuttered as his eyes watered from the pain. It wasn't like those others that had merely stung then got soothed by the vampire's tongue, but this one burned, and it continued to burn even after Loki was done drinking his fill and left the area alone. Each movement brought up a flare of pain from it, and he could only try to stay still so it wouldn't hurt more.

"I'm your lawyer... I'm responsible for your case and we still need to go to court." He closed his eyes and gasped from the pain, then opened them again to look pleadingly up at the vampire. "That would kill me!"


Loki arched a brow at him, did this little human think he knew more about the intricacies of torture than Loki did? How quaint. "No," Loki said gently, like letting a toddler know that painting on the walls was something you weren't supposed to do. "Mutilate, yes, make you pass out from the pain, most likely, but I have patience and many hours until sunrise. It would not kill you, though the blood loss would be significant. You think this would be my first time?" He asked, amused by the obvious assumption.

"Perhaps if the blade was wielded by an amateur," He conceded, "But no, it would not kill you. Nor break any rules. You would still be in one piece, just... a bit torn." He said lightly, the laughter obvious in his tone. "And stop trying to win leniency by reminding me that you are my lawyer. I have much faith in the healers at Wolfram and Hart. Besides, I'm sure if you lose my case because you couldn't handle a little pain, I could throw a fuss and have you in my care, permanently." He mused, a little bit serious.

He bent to skim his fangs over Lindsey's throat, and then shifting down to slowly lick over the wound again, the drying skin already tasting stale, but Loki lapped over it anyway before moving down further to nuzzle at Lindsey's inner thigh, one hand forcing them to spread wide. "Spread, as wide as you can. You have permission to use your hands to hold them in place."


What was he thinking, challenging the vampire who had thousands of years of experience in torture. It just made Lindsey quiver worse on the bed, the slow and deliberate explanation making it only worse. His heart was pounding hard enough in his chest that it was a wonder it hadn't burst out of his rib cage yet, or at least he passed out from high blood pressure.

Would he wake if he passed out? He didn't know if he dared to try.

But the thought of him being given permanently to this maniac did bring out a whimper from the lawyer. "They would never do that!" He cried like a child desperate to convince his parents that Santa was real after being told it was all a lie. Surely his firm valued him, and they wouldn't discard him like the useless paralegals that raised the wrath of the Senior Partners. He made the position as the youngest Junior Partner ever...

The command had him lock up in fear. Surely, the vampire didn't expect him to hold open his own legs for his rape. He shook his head, started to even close his legs together more, but the dull burn of his stomach reminded him of the new rules and slowly he opened them again. He didn't use his hands though, he couldn't bear it. Somewhere in between his erection had thankfully flagged a bit, but like a true traitor, the simple action had blood rushing right through it again.


Loki was about to remind him what he had said would happen if Lindsey said no to him again, fully intending on following through his threat of making the mortal choke on his tongue and then Loki's shaft, which throbbed at the very thought. But the lovely little lawyer obeyed, spreading them wide and Loki grinned. He placed his hands on his knees forcing them up and out and making sure Lindsey kept them there with a trace of his fingers over the L on his torso.

Loki sat back on his haunches, watching with obvious glee the terror on the man's features as he brought the tip of the blade down to just brush against the tight little pucker that was exposed now and twitching. "You see, I would insert it on an angle." He didn't cut yet, didn't even taunt at it, just held the blade close but not quite touching the sensitive sphincter. "So it wouldn't slice your bowels, just the inner lining. I'd be cautious not to hit your tailbone, the thrusts would be relatively shallow, out of necessity to make sure I don't trigger an automatic response, with all my perversions I have no wish for you to excrete."

He smirked at him, and then sliced a long line down the inside of a sensitive inner thigh, bending in to lick at in, knife set to the side for now. He was right next to the twitching virgin entrance, the hard cock above him less than a couple inches away as Loki purposefully took his time lapping slowly at the wound, keeping it more soothing and worshipping than cruel or meant to cause pain.

He really did love the masochists, especially when they were in denial. "And when I do take you, you'll be on your knees." He informed him when he finally did pull back.


Lindsey tried to draw his stomach in when Loki's hand ghosted over his abdomen, but that only reawakened the pain of the cut and he winced from the sting. He didn't know what was worse, his fear or his humiliation when he saw Loki's gaze run over him like a snake contemplating its frozen meal. And if he felt exposed before, he was truly exposed now, in a way he had never been or ever imagined being.

Just when he thought he couldn't get any more afraid, the vampire brought the knife down and Lindsey's eyes rounded in fright. "You said you wouldn't!" He exclaimed, already thinking of the worst when Loki started talking of how he would do it. His balls curled up beneath his cock and he clenched his sphincter tighter. "I obeyed...! You didn't spell out your name, please, no—"

But the cut that came was on his thigh and even though it stung and he winced from the sensitive position, he could almost cry out in relief. On the verge of sobbing now, he felt like he was so high strung he was that he would snap at any minute. The flood of pleasure he felt from the soothing and teasing licks only made the situation more confusing to the man even as his cock throbbed in excitement about it. If the situation wasn't so fucked up, the sight of Loki with his head down by his ass, his own erection waving in the air, would have been incredibly hot. However, Lindsey just tried to get away with fixing his gaze beyond the vampire because he couldn't bear it.


Loki lifted his head with a glint in his eye, noting with no small amount of amusement, how hard Lindsey was, cock almost throbbing and curved up against his abdomen. He noticed the mortal wasn't looking at him, rather over his shoulder and the smile on his lips faded almost instantly. His eyes narrowed and he snatched up Lindsey's jaw, bringing it so their eyes were very close and the lawyer and no other choice than to look right at Loki.

"I prefer to make sure that my prey knows who it is carving them up, no looking away, no pretending to be somewhere else, I can make the pain so much worse, don't provoke me." he hissed out and then promptly decided he'd had enough tasting for now. He tossed the moral off the bed and to the floor, listening how the soft body hit with a thumb and a gasp of air, sucked in painfully into his aching abdomen.

Loki set the knife aside for now, sliding off the bed to loom over the mortal, "Have we learned out lesson, pet?" He said before turning, moving to take the hot poker from its sitting place.


Lindsey's eyes widened when his vision filled completely with Loki. An upset vampire was a horrifying sight, and Loki looked like he was ready to rip Lindsey apart. "I was just..." The protest died in his throat when Loki spoke, and Lindsey clamped his mouth shut quickly to listen.

Just as he thought the vampire would carve a body O in him for this, he was wrenched off the bed hard enough that he thought he dislocated his jaw before he hit the ground with enough force to send him skidding several feet across it. He gasped in pain as Loki anticipated, but more than that, the bloody cuts along him got torn open and started bleeding again. Most prominently was the L, which dripped a light trail of blood across the floor.

Hand across his stomach to try to stem the flow of blood, he turned himself over into a seating position to scramble backwards when he saw Loki pick up the poker. "No, please, no... I learned my lesson, I did." He shook his head as his wide eyes stayed fix on Loki an the glowing rod of hot iron.


Loki ignored the protests, simply turning to the terrified mortal and advancing. He placed a boot just over the deep incision of the L to stop Lindsey from trying to move away before he brought down the hot metal over the vulnerable skin of his shoulder, less than an inch away from the first tally. He pulled it away after a second, leaving the human to writhe in his agony.

He hummed idly to himself as he replaced the impromptu torture device, sauntering back to the whimpering, bloody mess. He sighed at the sight of the wasted blood. Really, they were such delicate little things these mortals, like paper over glass. The sounds were both delicious and annoying, the kind of breathy whines and token protests.

He crouched down next to him, wiping an escaped tear from his cheek in a way almost gentle if it weren't for the way Loki brought the digit to his lips to taste the salt of Lindsey's pain. He smiled at the taste, feeling much calmer, from murderous to content in a blink of the eye. He lifted the lawyer by his hair, chucking him into one of the wooden chairs around the white, modern table. Once the little man was firmly, for the most part, upright and steady, Loki turned to the fridge, setting a bottle of water down beside him and taking the seat across from him, making sure to keep a view of the shaking, confused, in pain and yet still aroused lawyer.

"So," He said after a moment with a calm kind of smile, "I assume this is the first time you've realized your masochism?"


The second time that hot poker seared into his flesh was enough to have the small pools of tears actually spill over from the pain. He cried out again, calling out helplessly to a world that didn't care. As Loki moved away, he tried to curl in protectively on himself, breath hitched and doing his best to not cry. That was until he was picked up not so much like a rag doll by the stronger vampire and tossed onto the nearby chair. The impact knocked the air out of his lungs and temporarily quieted him completely.

When the vampire joined him again, Lindsey shrank back into his seat with a fearful whimper and eyed his client warily like Loki was a snake who may decide to eat him at any time. Yet all his fear, all his pain, it couldn't hide his bafflement when the vampire just offered him a water and asked the most inane question.

"W-what?" He blinked the moisture out of his eyes to stare back at the other man. It didn't help him from flushing up like a lobster though. "I-I'm not."


Loki said nothing for a minute, statue like in his stillness as he watched Lindsey unblinkingly. Then, ever so slowly like a snake watching its next meal, he tilted his head to the side. The smallest of smirks curled his lips the next moment, eyebrow arching. He was a fun one, this little mortal, with his heart that liked to flutter and breath that had a tendency to stutter under a hard look, but how he flinched away from pain even as the more primal parts of him ached for it.

"Very first time then. Drink your water, with the amount of blood and tears you're expelling, it won't do to have you falling unconscious. You are very delightfully responsive when you're awake." His grin was vicious. Loki, as any creature his age has, had experimented with every kind of human, every little facet of personality and circumstance and era. They were all so wonderfully different, and Loki couldn't resist the temptation to play with them. And yes, occasionally it was fun to have them limp and unresponsive to see how it made a difference. But that wasn't the mood Loki was in at the moment.

No, Loki wanted his newest toy to scream and whimper and flinch, like he did so naturally and beautifully as well. He took the pain like a child but reacted like the little whore that lurked just under the surface of every mortal mind. The blush was oddly cute though, the vampire gave him that. "Once you're done, calm yourself and come kneel by my feet." He considered reminding Lindsey what disobedience of a direct order would earn him, but he kept it to himself.


Lindsey wasn't a fool. He was deathly afraid, scared like he had never been, not even when he first discovered these creatures off the night exists or finding out that his bosses made failed employees eat their own livers, but he wasn't an incompetent lawyer who forgot details. So with shaking hands he took up the bottle with both of them, the side where the fire poker head seared shaking more badly than the other. Loki hadn't instructed a time limit so he took his time, trying to stall and avoid the next torture Loki's sadistic mind might have thought up.

Of course he knew why the vampire had called him a masochist, there was a shamefully aching reason against his stomach, but he wasn't. He refused to think he was, that he may be gaining any pleasure from this pain and humiliation he was forced to endure. It was a spell, or drugs, or something else but this couldn't be him.

He ducked his head slightly as he drank, soft lips, swollen now from how he had bit into them once or twice, wrapped tightly around the bottle. He kept his eyes on Loki fearfully, but he was taking drinks so small he was nearly sipping.


Loki watched his pet stall with an infinite sort of amusement, the terror coming off him in waves that smelt wonderful mixed in with the drying blood and sweat and tears. Lindsey knew what he was doing that little lawyer brain of his probably working away though the vampire supposed it was horribly impeded by the fear in his eyes that Loki could see. Such a good look on the mortal, when his thoughts were clear and yet still tinged with the understanding of his situation. The denial was annoying, but Loki could ignore it.

Loki didn't comment, didn't move, waited patiently for Lindsey to ever so slowly finish off his bottle of water, the bleeding of even the deepest wound eventually stopping. Loki made a curious little noise in a way that would have been almost innocent if it wasn't accompanied by the toothy grin and the cold shock of green eyes that glinted with his intentions.

When Lindsey was about halfway done, it having been nearly five minutes, Loki sat back and crossed his legs at the ankles. "Come here now, I have no interest in playing this game with you, and I will not tolerate blatant ploys for time. In fact." He said after a moment of consideration in which he spread and pard his legs, knees bent out, feet planted flat in the ground. "Come here." He snapped between his legs to indicate where exactly he wanted the pet.


Lindsey, at the very least, had tried. The ploy wasn't the most complex idea he ever concocted, but it was all he could come up with on short notice and it worked for all of a few minutes at least. It wasn't as if he expected it to last long.

But the new command brought a new rush of fear through the lawyer so strong that he could almost feel it like a punch of physical force. He moaned from the sensation, eyes looking up pleadingly at the vampire even as his legs rose in resigned compliance to the command.

It wasn't just the terror of physical pain, there was that aplenty, but the place he was expected to move to was a position of enough intimacy that Lindsey's active imagination was all too willing to supply the horrors, the humiliation, that would be required of him there. So in his own defense, the only thing he could do in his current situation, when he sat down between Loki's legs, he tried to do so with his back to the vampire. He temporarily, in his fright, forgot that this would negate the eye contact rule, but realizing his error, he turned to look over his shoulder at the man with clear, frightened blue eyes.


Loki smirked at the terror, at the way he shook and whimpered and tried to find loophole around the vampire's command. But he obeyed, and even caught his mistake quickly, Loki easing his worries with an approving kind of smile. Leaning back in his chair, Loki snatched up a simple kitchen knife before tapping his lap with his free hand.

"Come on up here." He said simply, not even waiting for the human to register the command or have a chance to obey before continuing. "We're going to take a bit of a break before we start the new game, it's one of my favourites." His smile was small and cruel and tinged with ice.

He slid his free hand into Lindsey's hair and placed the blade on the table, wondering if the mortal would be able to keep up his obedience for long. "Oh, since you seem to like taking liberties with my orders, I'll make sure to be specific. I want you to straddle me, chest to chest, keep your arms down by your sides unless instructed otherwise."


Lindsey hesitated for only just a fraction of a second before he started to move in obedience. It wasn't as if he had a choice in the matter, at least not one that he was willing to chance, but seeing Loki pick up the knife made his heart skip a beat. His nose flared in fear like an animal testing the winds for predator and he bit his lip.

"I didn't disobey your commands," Lindsey argued as he moved into the bed but hesitated as he tried to choose where to straddle the man. Chest to chest only meant face forward, not distance, so Lindsey moved to throw one leg over the vampire's thigh and tried to stay as far from his torturer as possible.

The other instructions he managed, hands staying down by his sides even when he shivered to the feel of Loki's fingers gripping his hair. Yet while clutches of fear gripped his heart, they also sent little shocks down his body to end at the throbbing traitor between his legs. He moaned, caught between a desire for softer touches and his near despair for his situation.


Loki waited for the mortal to correct himself but when he didn't Loki snatched the back of his neck and yanked him forward. Lindsey's cock was trapped against Loki's stomach and the vampire leaned forward, knowing the human could feel his corresponding erection, allowing his fangs to slid down and graze the skin of his throat.

The resulting shudder-moan that provoked from the delicious little pet was enough to make Loki smile and settle back. One hand went to the back if Lindsey's neck, holding him firmly in place while the other hand slid down his back. "I always do enjoy virgins, they always scream so pretty. So very," the pad of one finger slid over his entrance, just teasing at pressing inside the untouched hole. "Sensitive. Tight. And you get so very wet." He laughed at his own sadistic joke.

Oh yes, if the little lawyer decided to keep playing games, Loki was certainly planning on teaching him what happens when you try to outwit or defy a vampire that was older than the concept of deceit in the humans world. And they bled so well when they were tight and dry, Loki had a particular fondness for licking his seed out of their bloodied, torn holes afterwards. They whimper so nicely at the sudden lack of agony.


A shock of pleasure shot through him like lightning when Lindsey was suddenly pulled forward so their erections were brushing. Instantly he tried to move back, struggling to escape this shameful experience, but the hand at the back of his neck kept him there for what the vampire wanted. The light scrapes on his throat that rendered him so helpless, the slight friction of his cock against Loki's leathers, these sensations only made him harden all the more.

"N-no, please!" He jumped a little when he felt the cold digit touch over his sensitive ring of muscle, clenching down instantly at the unnatural intrusion. His body tried to push the tip away even as he tried to get away too. As his shifted, his hands came up in natural reaction, flailing, grasping for a place of purchase to keep from falling off his precarious straddle. The moment his hands grasped onto the vampire's shoulders he pulled them back like he scorched himself, eyes widening fearfully as his hands snapped back down to his sides.

"Don't... don't hurt me." Wide blue eyes rimming with tears again were staring pleadingly back at the vampire as if he hoped that by some miracle, the inhuman creature would grow a sense of sympathy and stop.


Loki's brow arched in a kind of amusement at the fear. "You," he said after a long moment if consideration, "Are very bad at following orders." He snatched up the mortal by this throat, shifting his grip frm the back if his neck, and shoved human back in to the table. He quickly snatched the knife out of the way to make sure he didn't accidentally sever his sopping and rule all his fun so soon. He launched the mortal down, heard his head hit the thick wood with a loud thump, but no crack so Loki figured he was all right.

The hand on his throat didn't move, and Loki grinned down at him. He set the knife down again and instead hooked one if Lindey's legs around his waist, shifting forward to press the bulge in his groin against the curve if his ass. "If you don't start behaving, you're going to hurt much more than you have to." He warned with a smile. Yes, Loki's plan had been to keep the mortal close, taunt him, torment and mock until the humiliating was hard and on the edge if tears.

But now, now Loki was very much going to enjoy tearing him open. though not quite yet. The knife was taken up and twisted in the vampire's palm, grip easy and experienced. "Beg." He ordered, eyes gleaming, "beg for mercy, offer yourself to me, bargain, bride, plead, and maybe I won't mark another letter into your gut. And maybe if you're very good ill let you finger yourself open for me before I fuck you."


The vampire wanted him to do what? Still dizzy from getting slammed into the table, Lindsey groaned and tried to shake his head 'No' in a futile attempt to get out of this. He struggled, tried to twist and pull, but he couldn't go anywhere with how he was practically pinned to the table by the vampire's crotch and his leg being held.

Lindsey was in denial, refusing to believe this was happening to him, refusing to believe that, getting held down by a vampire and being threatened with violent rape was turning him on hard enough that his cock leaked precum onto his stomach. He blinked the tears free from where they clung to his lashes and tried to take in breaths to clear his mind.

"P-please..." he started, no longer shaking his head even as his whole body burned from the humiliation of this. Here he was, the firm's rising star, youngest junior partner, spread naked and aroused under a vampire and begging for his assailant to rape him just so the rape would be less painful. "I... " He couldn't do it. No matter what, the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. "Don't do this... d-don't."


Loki leaned forward so his lips were brushing Lindsey's ear, knife tilting up to just press slightly into the skin right next to the vulnerable skin next to the slowly crusting L. "Would it make you feel better to know that this is not the most extremes masochism I've seen? Some would have come by now, simply from the pain, an automatic and uncontrollable response. I've seen whores soak themselves through and beg for more everything I sunk he knife into them."

He pressed the tip of the blade in and started to carve excruciatingly slow. He smiled and pulled back, brushing their lips together before smirking deeply, amused and not bothering to hide it. "Good start. But I suppose you're not very convicted if that's as far as you can get." He finished the top curve of the letter O, using his other hand to pin Lindsey's hips. "Legs around my waist, both, keep them tight."

He rocked his hips into Lindsey's, the mortal bare and sweating end blood leaking steadily down his sides, dripping quickly to the table and it was going to be fun fucking him open. Loki wondered if he'd have to tie him before licking his hole clean. "I'll be generous, give you another chance, I'm aware you have yet to see me entirely, but I assure you I am quite well endowed. And it will... Burn if I don't allow you preparation. But I'm sure you know that." Loki was sure he could feel it too, as the vampire pressed his hips forward, still carving the second letter into his skin.


"I'm not a maso-..." Lindsey started, but the rest of his protest died on his lips as Loki began cutting into him again. He trailed off into a moan instead, closing his eyes then struggling to open them again and keep them wide on Loki. It was so difficult, he wanted to turn away, close them, or even to just look sightless up at the ceiling, anything was preferable to watching Loki's sadistic pleasure, and it was genuine relief when he didn't have to when Loki leaned in past his field of vision to kiss his lips.

He whimpered then, at the soft brush of lips over lips before he managed to shakily get his other leg up into the position the vampire wanted him to be. That forced Loki's crotch to press tighter against his ass, that well endowed bulge pushing against his unexplored hole like it wanted to fuck him through its leather refines... like Lindsey was wantonly trying to drive him to.

Shame lit up like a bonfire in the lawyer's eyes even before he stuttering tried to comply again. "Please..." He gritted his teeth against the pain of the carving, then bit his lip and his eyes started narrowing in a struggle to prevent him from closing them. "I've never done this before... Have m-mercy." Getting the words out of his throat was so hard, like trying to vomit up acid that burned with each word he said. And his cheeks, they felt so hot that he probably had a fever from it. "P-prepare me."


"You're denial is cute, but wearing, no opposing me, verbally or otherwise." Loki said calmly as he finished the O, considering it with a bit of a smile before setting the knife aside. "And you misunderstood, you will be preparing yourself, for me. But that comes later." His grin was vicious and delighted and he rocked his hips again, nudging the tip of his bulge against the sensitive pucker, the fabric rough on the delicate skin. Blood was flowing freely down his sides and on to the table and Loki twisted down easily to lick over the deep wounds. The vampire purred at the taste of blood and sucked gently on the deepest parts of the otherwise smoothly carved line.

When his chin was stained red he pulled back and wrenched Lindsey's legs off of him, letting them fall to the table and leaving the teary man panting and a little bit hysterical. "Though," Loki mused after a moment, placing hands on the insides of Lindsey's thighs and forcing them apart, "I suppose I could always sample the product myself first." Loki deliberately held the man open and vulnerable, exposed to Loki's hungry eyes and he loved how his entrance tried to tighten under the scrutiny.

"Darling little thing, very adorable, get up, turn around, bend over the table. Don't forget to spread." He smirked and sat back in his chair, "You're so eager for your preparation, I'll give you a mercy and allow you to get started immediately.


Lindsey was a lawyer. Opposing things was part of his job, though he didn't have words to answer that when almost immediately after he became severely distracted by Loki's lips sucking on the newly made cut. Its sharp painful sting drew forth another soft groan from him, and as crimson rolled down his sides and dripped to the table, it was all Lindsey could do to keep his focus where he needed to. He didn't fight when his legs were pulled wide open. His limbs, like a puppet with its strings cut, just fell into place according to Loki's positioning as Lindsey concentrated on keeping his breathing shallow to contain the pain.

The barest of whimpers escaped him when he realized his new position allowed the vampire to stare in that intimate area where no one ever looked before. Lindsey twitched and automatically tried to close his legs with hopes to gain some modicum of privacy, but that went about as well as trying to clamp shut on an unmovable boulder.

When the new command came, his stomach clench painfully in anxiety. "I... I don't know how," he protested as he looked up helplessly at the vampire. He sat up though, wincing in pain when that stretched his cuts and pushed more blood up through the cuts to smear messily across his stomach. At least Loki stopped touching him, his unnatural cold touch no longer raising goosebumps along Lindsey's skin. But he wasn't sure that he would rather be doing what the vampire wanted him to do.

When it looked like the vampire wanted to punish him again, Lindsey shook his head quickly and added, desperately now, "No! P-please, I really don't know... I've never done this before."


The blatant denial had Loki coming up with new ways of punishing the disobedience, he supposed he could bind his wrists to the ceiling and skin the flesh from bone, maybe make him eat it to make sure everything was still in one big package when he was done. Perhaps he could fuck him with the knife anyway, counting the one denial as disobedience and refusal of a direct order. Not very fair, but Loki wasn't interested in fair. He was interested in fun.

But the hasty explanation had him grinning, "Well then, its fairly simple. I don't have any of the more... practical lubrication but I'm fairly sure the idea of dry fingers in your little virgin hole, even your own, isn't very appealing. To you I mean." He smirked at him, cocky and taunting as he crossed his legs. "So I suppose your blood will have to do, or your spit." He mused, eyes not moving from those of the lawyer,

"Its a fairly simple concept, slick your fingers and put them into yourself, stretch until I say so, and then I fuck you. Rinse and repeat. Or, I can do it with the poker, if you'd rather fore go any chance or denying your own love of pain." He grinned and palmed his own erection through the trousers, own legs spread and eyes considering.


Lindsey's brows drew together and his face flushed up in embarrassment at the crass instructions handed to him. His hands shook a bit as he pushed himself off the table, and while biting lip again as if he was trying to stop them from quivering, he followed the first set of orders to turn himself around. Slowly he braced himself on one arm onto the table so he wouldn't actually be leaning on it with his tender, so very tender abdomen, and his knees buckled slightly when when he spread his legs for Loki's viewing pleasure.

"Do I still have to keep my eyes on you?" Resignation echoing in a voice that was choked up with shame. "It's... hard." And it was a very practical concern. In order to do so, Lindsey would have to be craning his neck around, a difficult task to do when he was doing this for the first time.

"Please..." He closed his eyes briefly then opened them to blink his tears out of his eyes. He didn't want to keep staring at Loki, he didn't want to do any of this. Hell, he wouldn't even mind quitting Wolfram and Hart for good if he could just get out of here. "And please..." His voice shook and he bit his lip some more. "Let me at least use lotion..." Spit wouldn't be enough, and definitely not blood. If he had to lose his virginity, he didn't want it to be like that.


Loki arched a single brow, "I supposed you can keep your eyes off me for the time being, once you've finished your task the rule goes back into effect. And any attempt to stretch or manipulate that kindness will be met with me sealing your eyelids shut." Loki never made hollow threats, and though he would miss those gorgeous eyes, locking on to him and filled with fear and pain and need, he would carry it through if Lindsey tried to push him yet again.

He smiled at the sight of the lawyer's hole, all open and exposed, pink and nestled firmly between his cheeks, the human's legs shaking from where he tried to find the energy to hold himself up. Loki admired the strong curve of his back, the line of his thighs, the perky firmness of his ass. It was going to be fun, whipping it raw, the paddle would leave nice bruises. But this is for the next time, because there will certainly be a next time of Loki had any say in it whatsoever. And the prince did, he always did.

Loki's green eyes narrowed at the demand, because really, as a plea that was just pathetic. "I won't let you use anything, including your fingers, if you continue thinking that such a pitiful excuse for begging will get you anything you ask for. You can do better than that, little whore, try again."


Lindsey choked back a sob. What else did the vampire want to hear? He was already swallowing his pride just by asking, he didn't know how else beg to make it more sincere. Begging didn't come naturally to him, and even though he grew up in poverty and had nothing else, or perhaps because he grew up owning nearly nothing but his pride, it was especially hard for him to lose even that now. Especially not willingly, even if the willingness of this was a question of debate.

"Please... I.." He looked down, in shame, in submission, surrendering to Loki's demands. "I-I'm afraid," he admitted, hoping that this was what the prince wanted to hear. "I don't want to be t-torn open..." New tears slid their way down his cheeks, following the smeared tracks that fanned along the sides of his face. "Please, let me use lotion. Something..." He looked up again, pleading imploringly at the heartless vampire that was so effectively ruining his life, "Something more than blood or spit. Please."

And all this time, as he begged over his shoulder while exposing himself to the vampire with a hole that clenched nervously with every syllable, his cock remained throbbing strong where it was visibly pressed against the table. Lindsey looked every bit a whore waiting to be fucked into a table, exactly like what Loki called him. For the first time that night, Lindsey felt like it too.


Loki laughed, head tilted back, rocking back in his chair for a moment. "Don't move." He said, standing and sauntering back to the bedroom, out of Lindsey's sight for a long moment. He returned with a small black bottle and a grin that was easy to see, his own erection hard and positively aching now in his trousers, pressing up against the laces and insistently trying to get out. "You're very pretty when you cry, and we can improve the begging. Practice makes perfect." He walked back around the table.

He'd had a pretty Swedish boy once, sadomasochist and a manipulative little compulsive liar. Gorgeous golden eyes, and he'd had begging down to an art. Loki had kept him out of pure amusement. The little blond would be found on the thick furs of Loki's mountain home, (He still owned it today, maybe he'd bring Lindsey there if he was fond of him) and he would stare up at the vampire with those cunning eyes and just beg to hurt and be hurt and mouth at Loki's cock through his leathers, expose his throat and hole and cock as offerings. Also, the flexibility was a factor of Loki keeping him alive for so long. Loki had killed him in a fit of rage one day, it was been a pity.

Loki flipped open the cap of the bottle and poured some in the small of Lindsey's back, so he'd have to arch or stretch to have access to it, and dribbled some down the crack of his ass, making his hole shine and twitch under the sudden slick feeling. Loki smirked and settled back down in his chair. "And what do you say when someone gives you a gift?"


It took all of Lindsey's will to remain standing, keeping his one supportive arm staying firm and not collapse onto the table below in surprise. It was a sick feeling, unnatural, slick, cold, and he fought against the desire to close his legs against it. Again the words burned his throat more bitter than bile and harsher than acid, but he forced them out anyway. "T-thank you."

Spreading his legs even wider, Lindsey turned away from Loki and took two steadying breaths. Alright, he could do this... and even if he couldn't, he had to. With trembling fingers he contorted himself, reaching their tips up to the small of his back and tried to gather some of the pooled liquid there.

When he first touched himself, he nearly did collapse onto the table. He ended up laying his forehead onto its surface as he took shuddering breaths to regain some semblance of control. Slowly, he touched that sensitive ring again, making a soft whimper-like noise when he instinctively clenched away from it. Even though knowing he didn't have much time, he still tried to touch himself a few more times to desensitize it before he finally held his slicked finger down and began to press in.


Loki watched the display hungrily, the desperation, the pain, the shame all played out and magnified by pain and fear. Loki really was a genius at this, he smiled in a silent congratulations. "How far you've come so quickly, and to think just under an hour ago you were telling me that I did not have the right to use you." he laughed, deep in his throat, unlacing his trousers and removing his own cock from its confines.

He hadn't been bragging, well at least not empty bragging, when he'd warned Lindsey of his size, fingers curled around his own cock. He came from before the Vikings, before the Christians, he was from an era where the people were large before they got small, only in the recent decades starting to grow again. And Loki was endowed well, eyes glinting with how very snug Lindsey was going to be around his shaft as he watched the first finger be consumed by his hot little hole.

"I suppose if you're quick enough you can hope you won't bleed, though I'm not known for my gentle touch. Finesse, yes, you should see my best craving, I can remove flesh from form without spilling a drop of blood." He grinned at the memory of the amount of experimentation needed to perfect that trick. "I'm looking forward to hearing you scream, biting at the pillows. Don't fear, I will be taking you on the bed, I'm not a total savage. And you're very welcome, add another."


The feeling of intrusion had Lindsey clenching around himself, but he forced himself to relax and push in slowly, awkwardly, with cheeks and shoulders burning with his permanent blush. It felt so foreign, and he could feel himself clamp down on himself so tightly that he couldn't imagine how would something as big as a cock could ever fit up it.

Loki's words brought fresh tears to fall and he sobbed softly, but he listened and brought in another, or tried to. He winced as he tried, it was too fast and too soon, and the pain was sharp. Yet more afraid of what Loki was going to do if he stopped, Lindsey continued to push on, grimacing and gasping, but wriggling his fingers until he managed to fit the tip of the second one in. "It.. it hurts."

Lindsey wasn't lying when he said he had no experience with this, that he didn't know how to do it. He was merely pushing with his fingers, with two full fingers inside himself now, and awkwardly trying to turn them. The lawyer didn't know where his prostate was, didn't even know to look for it, and suffered this miserably as he cried with his forehead on the table. "Hell..."


"Yes, it does, think of it as a punishment for being such a selfish slut, not giving anyone else a chance to sample your pretty hole. I suppose I should feel honoured, being the only cock to have ever fucked you raw, but I suppose the novelty of virgins wore off a few centuries ago." He said dismissively, making it explicitly clear that he didn't care that Lindsey hadn't done this before and was under no inclination to treat him different because of it.

But the little thing was trying so hard to please Loki, burning with his humiliation and yet still obedient. "Take your time with two until you can fit the third comfortably." Three was plenty of stretching, though he didn't say that, no reason to give the pet another reason to stall by letting him know Loki liked it tight. No bleeding, that was a kindness in itself and to ask for more would be akin to suicide. Given Loki's response to being asked for more was usually extreme and violent.

But for now he just watched, "No, this isn't hell, hell is much worse, I spent a little time there myself. I can do my best to replicate it for you, next time we have one of these meetings. And don't worry, I'll be informing your bosses that I very much like their gift, and I will be returning if I need legal assistance again." He grinned, having fun mentally picking away at Lindsey.


Lindsey was sobbing loudly now, having had all his pride and defenses stripped away with the vampire's calculated words of cruelty. He shivered dramatically at the mention of having to do this, again, and only showed his protest by wordlessly shaking his head where he had it pressed against the table. Could he lose the case tomorrow and hope to end this completely? Winning cases were not guaranteed, sometimes it was simply too hard and understandable if one lost. Understandable but not understood... no, he would probably hate the consequences of that more than this.

As his mind tried to find a way out, he tried to move his two fingers in him turned and twisted, going slowly in and out and he tried to stretch them open slowly between finger fucking himself. At least he was allowed time to adjust a bit with his two fingers, and after a while, he honestly wasn't trying to stall the inevitable anymore, there was no point when they got to this stage, he attempted to press in a third. And whimpered.

It felt so wrong, stretching himself like that, and his third finger couldn't get in. Breathing shallowly, he tried again, slowly, after scissoring his two fingers open a bit more. And reluctantly, like his whole body was refusing this intrusion but he was pushing his way in still, he was able to slip his third finger in just the tip.

He hadn't hit his magical spot, he garnered no real pleasure from this, yet where it was pressed against the table, his throbbing cock slowly leaked.


Loki watched with a kind of casual interest and it was so painfully obvious he really had no idea what he was doing. He was clumsily spreading and trying to work himself open but it wasn't exactly smooth or even efficient. Loki's lips twisted, this was a show that could wait once the human knew what he was doing. Loki supposed he could always instruct him, but you know that old saying. If you want something done right...

Loki stood, taking his time to tuck his cock back away and curl long fingers around Lindsey's wrist. "Hands on the back of your neck." He instructed, voice cold and clipped and giving away no signs of his arousal. His voice seemed to have two settings, a mocking purr or an icy monotone, there really was no better one, just easier to handle in certain scenarios. But Loki was enjoying this, how very humiliated his was, not only from the violence, or being forced to beg for his own rape, or even having to clumsily finger himself open on display for Loki's cock, but how much he loved it all.

"Keep them there, can't have you touching your needy self, now can we? You'll be going off if I let you fuck your own fist, that's something you're very experienced with, I'm sure." He let his fangs slide out to graze them over the curve of Lindsey's shoulder as he presses two long digits inside, crooking them instantly to slide over the little bundle of nerve endings.


Lindsey felt the hand wrap around his wrist and he flinched, from the coldness, from the implications. He had just gotten his third finger in, hadn't really even started stretching with it yet...

Still, the suddenness with how his hand was pulled out, he couldn't help but moan at the loss. His hole gaped in result, obscenely open and inviting even as the stretched muscles tried to close itself again. Lindsey followed instructions to put his hands behind his neck, grimacing at the stickiness of his fingers there and struggling to not press his bleeding cuts against the table's edge. Thinking of the worse from this though, Lindsey started protesting, "No, I'm not ready... You said—...!!"

Except what entered him wasn't the cold, bluntness of a vampire cock, but something considerably thinner. It was still cold nonetheless, but he barely registered the temperature when the sudden explosion of pleasure had him gasping and grinding into the table. Pain followed in a second explosion like a series of fireworks as that abraded his wounds into the wooden surface, but even that hadn't been able to drown out the initial blast of pleasure that caused his knees to buckle.

He moaned loudly from the pleasure-pain, completely horrified and having no idea what just happened. "What... what did you do to me?" He didn't want it... he couldn't have wanted to feel that vampire in him that badly.


Loki laughed, deep and loud, "I thought Yale was the perfect place for experimentation, or were you a Harvard boy? No, you couldn't have been, you would have certainly been fucked if you were." He smirked as he slowly withdrew his fingers. He worked at Lindsey's rim quickly, working to open and relax him and whenever he felt the lawyer tense or try and gather his thoughts he would plunge and twist into his prostate. It was early amusing, the amount of surprise the mortal had, when it came to the tiny nub and what it could do to him.

"So... adorable, you really are just cute in a very specific sort of way." Loki reached forward to fist a hand in his hair and force Lindsey to bend backwards, exposing his raw carvings to the air and the smell of blood in the air spiked. Loki leaned forward, fingertips working over the little nub inside of him in maddening little circles. "And all I'm doing is showing you what your body is capable of." He answered the question belatedly as he worked at the one spot that was driving him mad.

He leaned in to graze his fangs over Lindsey's ear and then down the line of his neck, leaving tiny little cuts up and down, blood trickling out shallowly. "You like these, don't you, little slutty pretty boy like my fangs a little too much." Third finger in now, stretching and twisting and fucking him now, ignoring his prostate to let Lindsey catch his breath. "Isn't that right?"


Lindsey was going insane. Surely he must have broken, probably from being forced to finger himself open to receive his rapist, because there was no other explanation for why he found it so incredibly pleasurable from Loki's fingers inside him. Knowing how broken he was, he couldn't stop crying, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that every so often the vampire awakened from simply sticking fingers into him.

He couldn't think, couldn't even compose himself to express the overwhelming shame that accompanied the knowledge, as every time he tried to gather himself, he would find the whole thing completely pleasurable. And then Loki was dragging his fangs over his neck and Lindsey thought his senses would overload. Precum dripped steadily down the side of his cock while he was caught helpless gasping and whimpering and moaning.

Even without bidden, he was riding himself onto the vampire's fingers, every bit the slut that Loki kept calling him. He leaned back into the vampire, back arched almost painfully but he had no choice anyway with how his hair was gripped.

"Y-yes," he sobbed when he managed to get a break from that mind numbing pleasure. He could feel the fingers moving in him, so much smoother than when he had done himself, and he closed his eyes knowing what would be coming soon. How completely sick, how utterly twisted was he to be feeling this much pleasure from what was happening to him?


"There's my good boy, you're done now." He said, dropping him abruptly and removing his fingers from his hole, letting the mortal try not and rip open his wounds again, watching with a deep sort of amusement as he gasped and struggled and cried, trying to comfort himself. Almost enough for Loki to allow him a moment to collect himself. Almost, not quite.

"On the bed, on your back." He said simply, not even looking to see if he would obey before snatching the box of matches from the drawer in the kitchen. Tucking them in his back pocket he worked on slipping out of his snug tunic, unlacing the side and shrugging it off, leaving it to pile on the ground. The service would pick it up after. He raised a brow, knowing the scars were odd on a vampire, but he was raised in a very old time, and gained many scars by his twentieth winter, when he was turned, the small changes in biology meant he had looked older than he was by today's standards.

He cracked his neck slowly, the three scars from the claws of some long extinct species of animal marking his chest and arms, and he strolled into the bathroom, leaving Lindsey there. If the mortal was not where Loki told him to be when Loki returned, there would be another tally before the night was over. He walked back into the bedroom a couple minutes later, a damp cloth and bowl of warm water in hand, as well as antiseptic.


Even if Loki didn't allow him that moment, Lindsey stole it for himself for he couldn't have reacted instantly if he wanted to. With his hands behind his neck, he couldn't have moved them around to catch himself even if he had been warned to. Not with him half out of his mind in self loathing, residual pleasure, and then the new explosion of pain as he failed to catch himself. He spent that moment curled up on the table, sobbing, physically feeling empty from Loki's withdrawal.

But after staying that way long enough to catch his breath, Lindsey dragged himself to comply and pulled onto the bed. This was it, he was going to get fucked by the vampire, and it disturbed Lindsey more than anything not because it would happen, but that despite everything that had happened so far, Lindsey could feel what a gaping hole his ass had become and he wanted it filled. Recognizing that thought caused humiliation to burn so red hot in him that surely it would burn him alive.

He looked back up, sullenly, thoughts clouded with as much lust as his anger and shame and humiliation. There was no way the vampire could miss it, just like how there was no way Lindsey could take his eyes off the naked vampire. He moaned when he saw how well endowed the older man was, then shivered when he thought of that entering him soon.


Loki was utterly comfortable in nothing but his skin, and just set the bowl, cloth and bottle down. "They're going to get infected, and rules or not, your bosses will not be happy with me if their healers have to spend too much time on fixing you up. Bones and blood and skin is one thing, easy to fix, bacteria and diseases are not so easy." He said by ways of explanation and he settled on the bed, still hard as a rock but calmly not showing it.

He tugged the mortal up and back, placing Lindsey's back to Loki's chest, and he guided the mortal's legs out and wide, so they were hooked over Loki's own and held apart there,keeping him spread. He trailed his fingers over Lindsey's cock, he had an alternate reason for patching the mortal up. Obviously. It was fun, working them up and getting them needy and desperate, and then making them wait. He knew Lindsey could feel the hot, hard line of his shaft against the small of his back as Loki started dabbing the blood away, cleaning the wounds gently.

"What is my name, pet?" He murmured into his ear, "And tell me what you want, be honest."


Except it wasn't entering him as soon as he thought. Confusion colored the lawyer's face when he was positioned so strangely, against Loki but no less exposed. He shivered, from the cold, from the posture, and shook his head rapidly in denial. His whole body felt like a furnace, just waiting for one cool cock to spear him to take the temperature down. He moaned at that shameless thought, instantly shamed by it and how low he must be.

With how close they were, it was incredibly challenging to keep his eyes on Loki as instructed, so he didn't try in favor of saving his neck from strain. Instead, when Loki started touching him, playing with him, he leaned his head back against the vampire's shoulder, pillowed back on his chest, and gasped loudly instead. Sensitized from pain, that light touch on his cock, the first touch of any sort on his manhood tonight, was nearly enough to make Lindsey weep. "Fuck..." he muttered under his breath in shock.


Loki smirked, "You have it partially right I suppose." He murmured, deciding to the let mortal off on answering for now purely on how overwhelmed he seemed to be. Loki trailed his fingers down the length and circled the sensitive member, just teasing at a firmer touch to have the man whimpering and struggling. "It must hurt." Loki crooned into his ear, cruel and taunting and playful all at once.

He slid his tongue up the length of his throat and then let his fangs follow the same path, slowly dragging as he teased the man into near hysterics, the blood and tears and sweat all mixing together and making the immortal's mouth water. "Why don't you just let go, go on, you know you want it. Tell me what you want. What you need." He trails his fingers up and digs them into the shallow cut under his collarbone from the tasting before.

Loki's other hand is on the inside of his thigh, pressing against the other cut as he forced his legs spread, setting aside the cloth and waiting for a long moment. "Keep your eyes front, hands on my neck, hold on."


Lindsey's soft mutter had been a curse, the expletive murmured by an overwhelmed man, and even though it had been what the vampire wanted him to say, it wasn't an intentional answer. As shown by the shake of his head, in denial even as he gasped loudly in pain from Loki's fingers pressing open his wounds.

"Loki..." he whimpered, the teeth, the pain, the teasing, all of it going to his head and not the intelligent one. He leaned his head back again and whined, and with limbs that trembled with obvious effort, he tried to comply with the vampire's instructions. Lindsey had gotten to the point of desperation that he had no strength to left to give but the most minimal of resistance, and it was becoming obvious that even that was wearing down.

His hands reached behind him to shakily grab onto the back of the vampire's neck. His action opened him up, pushing his chest forward and arched his spine back, in a way allowing him to move away slightly from the hard column pressing into his back, but at the same time thrust his own forward like he was on display to the air. His whole body trembled against the vampire's.


Loki smirked at the obedience, "Such a good boy. You're all slick and open for me, aren't you? Such a loose little hole, begging to be filled up. Slutty little pet, wanting my cock bad enough to gag for it. Go on, beg for it, for me to fuck you. Maybe I'll even let you come if you're good enough." He teased lightly, knowing this was akin to torture as he fucked up into him. He nipped at his neck and rocked his hips forward to taunt him.

The man as leaking and cock twitching with every new jolt of pain that went through him. He sucked at his pulse point, knowing his fangs were pressing in and just teasing at puncturing the skin, fingers still coaxing fresh blood from the thin wounds. He let go after a moment though, to take advantage of Lindsey's arched back to slide his hand around and press two fingers into his hole.

Being the cruel, and kind, fucker that he was, his other hand curled around Lindsey's cock, and he pressed two fingertips into his prostate even as he dug the nail of his thumb into the slit of Lindsey's cock, overloading him with both pleasure and pain.


Lindsey cried out wordlessly at the dual waves of stimulation, both hitting him with a tsunami's force and overloading his senses in a mass mixture of confusing signals. The pain was intense and he called out, but so was the pleasure that had him seeing little bursts of white spots. He jerked and flailed in Loki's arms, although even he was hard pressed to say if he was trying to get free or press for more.

"Please!!" he cried out, no longer certain about what he was really asking for. More semen beaded up at the tip of his swollen cock, coating Loki's thumb with its musty slick.

Lindsey felt like he would snap if he remained on edge like this. Never had he been this turned on, in this much pain, or this utterly embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He closed his eyes and spasm over the vampire... he was so close to coming now.


Loki paused, he didn't want to ruin the moment by having the little thing come hard and so soon. Poor baby was probably confused, he loved masochists, loved creating them though those were more pet projects. This was just playtime. "Hmmm, patience little thing." The next move was smooth and practised and he had Lindsey on his knees, ass in his air, shoulders pressed to the bed. He was presenting himself utterly, hole gaping.

He removed his fingers from the lawyer's cock and ass, prying the hands from his neck and placing them instead on the small of Lindsey's back. He gave a press as a clear sign that the mortal should keep them thee before he sat back to observe his work. His back was so totally unmarked it was almost a pity and Loki's lips twisted. "Wait here, don't move." He had put his hips high enough so he couldn't rub himself off against the sheets.

Loki moved off the bed to retrieve the original dagger they had been using, making sure that Lindsey saw it as Loki moved back to the bed, positioning himself behind him. "What do you think I ought to do, little pet?"


The move had been done so fast, executed so quickly, that Lindsey hadn't even had time to pull his hands away from where they were laced behind Loki's neck. He was suddenly on his knees, face pressed into the bed and... oh hell, his ass in the air in such an exposed, vulnerable position that he could feel the air moving across his hole.

Even that got him heated up, and he ended up wiggling his ass slightly in shameful display when he attempted to build friction for his cock. With how high Loki had pulled his hips up though, all it managed to do was make his cock bob against his stomach and made him all the more aware of his hanging, heavy balls. He groaned and pressed his burning cheeks into the cool sheets of the bed.

At least the sheets effectively soaked up his tears and allowed him to hide his shame. Seeing the knife though, he quickly tried to strain to look behind him, thinking that Loki was going to punish him for stealing that moment of reprieve and fuck him with the knife after all.

"No! No... please!! Fuck me," he cried, desperately trying to avoid the worse fate in his mind, "Stick your cock into me... fuck me, please....!"


Loki smiled, realized what Lindsey thought and petting a hand down his side like calming a nervous horse. He pressed a kiss into the small of his back. "Calm, little one, you haven't earned being taken by my blade." He murmured gently into his skin before sitting back. "I simply wanted to make sure that there was something to drink as I take you." He said before slicing open the small of his back just above his tailbone, perfect place for Loki to stoop down and lap up the welling blood. He dropped the knife again, hands going to his hips.

"But who am I to resist such pretty begging." He grinned as he lined himself up and pressed inside slowly, filling Lindsey up inch by excruciatingly slow inch, letting the lawyer feel every little bit as his innocence was taken from him, the very last thing. He'd tore away his pride and his rebellion, he'd removed his defiance and surety, all that was really left was his loyalty and Loki wasn't interested in that. So he buried himself to the hilt and sucked at the open wound, gathering the blood there with relish.

He paused for only a moment when he was completely inside of him, passage rippling around him. "So tight, good little pet, I always love the virgins." He pulled his hips back and slammed back in.


Lindsey cried openly, sobbing in relief when Loki reassured him with the kiss and gentle stroking, then shame that he even felt grateful for the reassurance touch of his rapist. He flinched lightly at the slash, but mixed into the extreme pains and pleasure that still ran through his body and even a wound in such a sensitive location was merely a drop in a vast lake of it all.

He could feel it, the slow destruction of his innocence as the vampire's cold shaft slowly invaded him to spear him on his rapist. For a moment Lindsey filled with hate, wishing there was something he could do to lash back, break away, anything but the slow submission of this, except then Loki was in completely and Lindsey couldn't do anything from how filled he was.

It was so much worse than just a few fingers, so much larger, thicker... and unforgiving, with how it had him pinned to the bed. He shuddered, the movement creating a tightening around the cock as he ineffectually tried to push it out. Then Loki pulled out and snapped his hips forward with such suddenness that Lindsey screamed and tried to arch back.


Loki gave a soft shudder and a grin when Lindsey tightened around him, lifting one hand to collect the tears from his cheeks and taste them. "Delicious." He purred, damning him with fine praise because he certainly was going to come back to this one. He was positively addictive, the blood sweet and tears sweeter, the way he moaned and hated how he loved it. And oh, he was very much eager, though he despised the fact.

Loki smiled into his neck and fucked into him again, the pace brutal and pointed, holding back one of his strength as he shoved the lawyer farther and farther into the bed, head shoved into the covers. He knew the strain on his shoulders must be painful but Loki was hardly concerned as he finally took his pleasure, wrenching delicious pathetic little noises from the man under him. "Good boy, such a good boy." He sat back, pistoning his hips in and out like a machine.

"Are you hard for me, little pet? Are you just dying to come, go on, answer me, or I'll leave you writhing on my cock like a pig on a spit." He aimed his next thrust for his prostate, voice still even, almost unaffected.


After the initial thrust that felt painful enough that surely he was being spilt in half, Lindsey thought the rest of it was minor. The pain didn't stop, or even lessen, but every few thrusts he was flooded with such pleasure that his sobs became lustful groans.

He couldn't understand it, even though he had heard of the phenomenon, he couldn't understand how he could find this utter degradation, this painful pounding that sent him smashing into the bed, to be anything but undesirable. Yet his cock kept dripping onto the sheets like a fount leaking lust and lightning flashes of pleasure overtook him at random thrusts.

Confused, out of his mind with pain and lust, Lindsey could only answer in an open mouthed moan. Even the sound was mixed of pleasure-pain, unable to be differentiated from each other. His hands locked behind his head trembled with strain, and it was all he could do to squeeze out, "Y-yes." He felt like he died a little inside.


Loki smiled at the confession and aimed idly to fuck into that little bundle of nerves, skating past it on every withdrawal and pressing into it each time he fucked in to him. Lindsey was delicious, bucking and needy and writhing. Perfection.

Loki was unconcerned with the mortal in the next second, focused almost entirely on his own pleasure now, keeping the angle purely out of convenience as he bruised him with each savage snap of his hips, eyes cold and frozen on the way his dick stretched the hole as it slid in and out. Still such a greedy little thing, sucking him in deeper and deeper and not wanting him to pull out.

Loki grinned crookedly at the scream as he moved on an impulse to shove Lindsey's hips down, so the mortal was flat on his stomach, cock ad wounds forced to the sheets as he fucked into him that way, never pausing in his thrusts as he tormented Lindsey with more pain and the taunt of friction on his needy cock.


Lindsey howled at the sudden change of position and he was slammed into the bed full bodily. The way his cock, so sensitive and needy and dripping with shameless desire, was forced against the sheets was almost too much for the human to bear. He whimpered as even the smooth sheets felt like sandpaper to his cock, the pleasure so great and intense that that too bordered on pain.

And the pain from his wounds, they distracted him from the intensity of his over driven sensations enough that it bordered on pleasure in comparison. His signals of pain and pleasure crossed even further as each thrust sent his cock pounding into the enveloping mattress below.

He sobbed and his fingers behind his neck scrabbled against each other as if they were trying to find something else to clench that wasn't their own interlocked digits. "P-puh-pl-please..." he sobbed, the word barely understandable from how badly choked up it was. He struggled weakly to under the thrusts in hopes to lessen it, but all it did was squeeze the cock inside him even more. He was bursting, ready to come, but the way he was pressed into the bed made it hard for him to let go.


nd Loki, being the cruel bastard he was, schooled in self control to the point of obsession, froze. Buried inside of the mortal body that was spasming around his cock in a mix of pain and pleasure, he paused with his hips against Lindsey's ass, knees on either side of his thighs and hands just under his arm pits. He was sure he was pressed maddeningly up against his prostate, a constant pressure that gave more torture than relief.

"Please what?" He purred, the question dangerous. It held a dare, a dare to ask Loki to stop and a promise that if he did it would end in pain. It dared Lindsey to beg for mercy because Loki would take great pleasure in doing the exact opposite just to hear him scream out his agony. It dared him to ask for more after Loki had already been nice enough to make sure nothing broke. It dared him to say anything at all and promised consequences for whatever response he gave, though silence was the worst option.

Because you didn't ignore Loki Laufeyson. Slowly, ever so slowly, he withdrew centimetre by centimetre, before slamming back in hard enough to cause a new wave of pleasured pain. He froze again, like a statue embedded in the mortal. "Answer me."


Not moving, Lindsey found out, was nearly as bad as the constant slams that hammered him into the bed. The pleasure had gone off into the realm of exquisite pain, and he wriggled slightly under its onslaught before the sudden slam ripped another scream from his throat.

He whimpered and sobbed, whining low like a hurt animal as the masterful predator above him continued his torture even though it was now laced with the damning sense of pleasure. With pleasure.

Speared, pinned, caught and pulled in so many different ways that Lindsey felt like his mind was splitting, he gave the most truthful and honest answer he could give. "I don't know!" He choked on his sobs and buried his reddened cheeks into the bed, no longer tear stained for he had ran out of tears sometime ago. "I d-don't k-know..." He didn't know what he wanted anymore, to beg for Loki to spare him, to ask him to stop, or to continue, even at his current merciless pace, if only to drive him to completion. One way or another, he wanted this to end.


Loki's lips curled, "I've fucked the wits right out of you, haven't I?" He said, the semi lack of an answer amusing him. It could have easily flipped the other way, that Loki could have taken it as an insult and retaliated as he saw fit. But he hadn't reached this age with this power by being predictable. And the little thing really did seem borderline hysterical, screaming his little lawyer lungs out, muscles spasming around Loki, eyes wild.

And so Loki, in his infinite mercy (the pure hilarity of that thought had the vampire chuckling to himself) circled his hips slowly into the human who was so very cute as he sobbed in pleasure, a mixture of relief and horrid anticipation for the very worst. Loki, as always, was sure to provide.

His fingers curled around his hips tightly as he slipped out quickly, resuming the same savage pace he'd been using before, thumbing open the cut so he could dip down and lap at the blood spilling out. He slid one palm slowly down, curling around Lindsey's cock. Which was hard as a rock and leaking profusely, desperate and so adorably confused.

"Come on then, little pet, sweet whore, come for me. I know you're craving it." He hissed into his hair, hand slipping down to cup his heavy balls before returning to stroke his shaft.


Lindsey's sobs came out ragged and dry, his tears no longer flowing. Unlike his cock, which even now wept fat droplets as prompted by the relentless hand that continued to squeeze him like an ice cold vice. It was a relief in a way, the will to fight had been so thoroughly cut, sliced, fucked out of him that he could no longer do anything but cry out in blind... agreement? Protest? It could be either at this point.

Even the sting of the reopened cut was merely that, a sting, that in the face of what the duo simulation was forcing him to endure could barely compare. He bucked into the thrusts, thrashing against the bruising hold even though he knew he didn't have a bat's chance in hell to gain even an inch of freedom that the vampire didn't want to give.

Then that permission came, taunting, low, mocking in its softness when each word was like a new cut to whatever tattered dignity he had left. Loki was prompting him to release, to commit the ultimate humiliation of his own rape by agreeing, demonstrating, the pleasure he derived from it. And Lindsey, thinking he could not feel more shame than he did au that moment, obeyed.

His lithe body convulsed, riding on that tide of intense pleasure-pain as that final stroke, the none too gentle grip on his balls, and one damning thrust against his prostate sent him crashing over that razor edge. Ropes and ropes of heated human desire poured forth from him into Loki's hold to spill hot and shameful across his abdomen and bed. He gasped, crying out loudly on a hoarse startled wail as he came.


He was so very cute when he obeyed, Loki would give Lindsey that much, how he locked up and then convulsed with his release under Loki's order. Loki smiled into his skin and paused when he went limp and loose on the bed, collapsing. Loki would have chastised him for moving out of position if he wasn't absolutely sure that thee mortal had had no other choice. His poor little arms had just given out on him. Frankly, it was adorable and that earned him some mercy, a moment to recover and get his bearings about him.

But they weren't quiet done yet, Loki still hard and pulsing inside his newest chew toy, and waited until he seemed to notice that before snatching an arm around his aist to haul him back to your knees. "Support yourself." He snapped the order to keep the human's attention as he slid his own hips back nad slammed them back in, focused utterly on his own pleasure now, using him as one would a toy. Loki knew he was probably too sensitive and the vampire was fucking him raw as he was already sore and hoarse from screaming.

But that didn't mean Loki was going to let up. He kept up to pace, teeth digging into his back without puncturing the skin until the dry, desperate sobs started again. "Beg me." he said, arching to speak into his ear, "Beg me to fill up your needy hole with my seed, clench around my cock, keep yourself tight for me, and beg for it."


For a while, Lindsey could do nothing but lay there, boneless, gasping, only dimly aware that Loki had kept his hold on him. It was a blissful moment when his body was still too overwhelmed by his recent orgasm to care about anything. For seconds there was no pain, no torture, just deep seated exhaustion as he panted to regain his breath. He hadn't ever released so hard and so much before, and new shame turned his cheeks crimson when he recalled just what sort of activity brought him to this point. Yet as awareness for his surroundings returned, so did his horror in realizing Loki was still hard and pulsing with need inside him.

At that point Lindsey did try to pull away, a struggle that proved as futile as going against a solid stone wall. He cried out in desperation as he was lifted and barely had time to register the command, understand its implications, before he was slammed forward hard enough to nearly be smothered in the bed below.

And he screamed when the onslaught of pleasure-pain was even worse than before, made twice, ten, a hundred times worse by how sensitive he was in his post orgasmic state. He was struggling in earnest now, yet was able to move no more than a pinned lab rat, held down and vivisected could. He cried, wailed, begged in incomprehensible sobs, desperate to get away and have this horrible torture stop, just stop.

How could the vampire expect him to say those things, much less do them? "P-p-please!!" He wailed, his hands having buried into the sheets and clutched them so hard that his knuckles were nearly as white as the walls were. Just because it may bring this ordeal over faster, he tried to clench around the vampire like instructed, but just ended up keening when that made it all the worse.


The weak, desperate clench around Loki's cock was enough to make him shudder lightly but the fact that Lindsey was so obviously trying to get away was more irritating than anything. Loki had been gracious, he'd given him release and barely caused him pain, well, not as much as he could have. Ungrateful little cretin, suddenly not so eager when expected to perform the services he was here for with nothing of his own to gain. Loki smirked, deciding to remind him of his position.

"Still now, little whore, you're here for my pleasure, you wouldn't want your bosses to hear that you've not done the job you were sent for... would you?" He crooned into his ear, voice lower than it was before, hips impossibly fast and hard into him, hands still iron grips on his hips, holding him in place as he vainly clawed to get away.

The shivering in the mortal's body was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure of Loki's spine, the tight, wet heat of the lawyer was pushing him quickly to the edge, leaning back to straighten up, fucking into him like a machine now, barely giving him time to gasp in shallow breaths between thrusts where the air would be knocked out of him again.


Lindsey couldn't do it. It wasn't because he didn't want to although with the threat of Loki's retribution looming, or worse, the Senior Partner's retribution, it wasn't hard to get over whatever meager resistances he had left. It wasn't even getting over his humiliation since he had no dignity left to speak of anymore. But it was simply he couldn't, physically clench around Loki any tighter.

He hurt, and as each pound magnified that pain a thousand times and sent his nerves into overdrive, his muscle control was near nonexistent. After a while he didn't even try to get away anymore but just hung there in Loki's punishing hold. He had no breath to cry or wail, not with how that breakneck rhythm pounded the air out of him every time he drew in even half a breath, every time he even started drawing in breaths. He could only get away with quick shallow pants, nothing that would allow him to speak or protest with, nor beg either, for that matter.

What he kept doing was shuddering, involuntary motions of convulsions in reaction to his sensitive bundle being tortured and steadily numbed. When he couldn't squeeze the vampire like how Loki wanted him to, it might be the next best thing. Eyes squeezed shut, he tried to ride it out the best he could, with only one thought repeating like a mantra in his mind, Please, just let this be over soon.


Loki didn't let him off easily, but at least he'd stopped trying to get away, so he loosened his grip on the fragile hips minutely. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, he didn't pause, barely straining, and then he got what he wanted. The poor thing just.. broke, every part of him just giving out with a thump, going loose and pliant, literally no other choice as his body was abused.

There we go, Loki smiled and snapped his hips in once more, finally allowing himself release deep inside the mortal. He filled him quickly with a soft groan, and then slowly, ever so slowly, withdrew. Still half hard he removed himself from the shuddering form, hands releasing his hips in favor of smoothing down his thighs. Loki put one palm on the small of his back though, holding him still as he looked the abused and bruised body over. Precious thing.

"Be still now, pet, we're not quite done yet." He said quietly as he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, "You did well, allow me to clean you up." It wasn't a request, Lindsey's thighs still spread wide and Loki shifted to part his cheeks with his thumbs, settling his shoulders between his legs so he could lap at his leaking, twitching, swollen rim. He moaned at the taste of himself, keeping his movements gentle and slow.


For the full twenty minutes Lindsey was in hell. He couldn't resist, couldn't struggle, couldn't even do much but be a warm hole for the vampire to take and abuse. He was so numbed by the pain that it had passed onto another level completely, like it was always there to the point it became a constant background. Even his sobs stopped and he only emitted soft whimpers every so often, floating between a state of conscious and unconsciousness.

Then the relentless rhythm pounding him broke and he was suddenly flooded with such a soothing coolness that Lindsey sobbed out loudly from its presence. He shuddered again, showing more life in that involuntary action than what he had in the last twenty minutes, and moaned when the vampire pulled out of him. The sudden lack of anything in him felt strange, but at that moment, he was so exhausted he couldn't care any more.

He whimpered loudly when he felt Loki open up his legs. His hole hung open from the lengthy abuse, ragged, rubbed raw, the ring of muscles twitching as it did absolutely nothing to hold Loki's seed in. Lindsey closed his eyes, breathing softly as he felt himself get cleaned out.


Loki lapped at his seed and the reddened rim, pressing inside to slide along his sensitive inner walls and tasting himself. Delicious. He gave a gentle suck just to get one of those shuddermoans that he was growing so fond of from Lindsey and he smiled into him. He pulled away though, after only a few minutes, in favour of hooking his hands on Lindsey's shoulders and hauling him back.

The vampire was happy, sated, full, fangs comfortably down but not in threat, body loose as he pulled Lindsey to his back and partially propped up against the headboard. The mortal was barely conscious, breathing harshly, seeming to be rather out of it after the lengthy and abusive fucking, not to mention what had happened before when he took on the role of Loki's plaything.

And Loki, the Bloody, the Conqueror, the Merciless, the Silvertongued god who took sacrifices in the form of entire villages, promptly dropped himself across the lawyer lap and stretched out his full length, purring and arching his back. "Three hours till sunrise." He commented idly, one hand gripping his own hair to shake it from its careful style.


Lindsey felt every bit like a ragged rat who got shaken by the cat, except this cat completely fucked him over too. He groaned softly when he was turned around and feebly tried to curl up in a natural reaction, but his limbs proved to be too tired and refused to. The weight of Loki across his lap trapped him even further in that position, pressing down on his hurting... everything enough for him to moan again.

At the reminder that there were a few more hours of torture left, Lindsey let out an involuntary whimper and focused his eyes. No more, they seemed to beg when wide eyed and frantic, those orbs rimmed nearly as red as his abused hole looked down at his supposed client. But seeing Loki look sated like that, Lindsey seemed to accept that perhaps the torturous night was finally over.

His eyes closed with a weary sigh, it was more like a lengthier exhale in his harsh panting, and dared to think that he might have actually survived this. His breathing slowly evened out after that, and evened out further still as he started drifting off from sheer exhaustion.


Loki was happy for the moment, just lying there and taking a moment out of his eternity to be content and relaxed, his new plaything pliant and quiet under him and the lawyer made a rather excellent pillow. He let out a soft sigh of his own but as Lindsey started to sleep, green eyes narrowed and sharp nails dug into his side. "No.." He crooned as his eyes snapped open again, relishing int eh fear in them he saw. Delicious.

"Pet me." He said imperiously, making the otherwise ridiculous and even cute request sound like a threat. He took Lindsey's hand and put it on his head, butting up into it and almost purring expectantly. Loki liked being caressed after he'd been sated, when he'd had his harem he used to have members specifically because they were good at stroking his hair afterwards and generally being the ones with the easiest jobs. There, of course, was the threat of death but when you worked for Loki there was always that risk.

And right not the lawyer was the only warm mortal around and so deliciously obedient Loki decided to take advantage, as if he hadn't already. "Soft."


Lindsey was drifting off into a blissful, much needed oblivion that blanketed all his pain and suffering in a muted blessedness, but the sudden sharp stab of nails had his eyes flying open to look down fearfully at his tormentor. The pain in comparison to all else he had felt was mild, but their implications were so much worse. Wasn't Loki done with his games? Would he still be breaking rules if he closed his eyes now?

"Wha—?" Then confusion diluted out some of the lawyer's the exhausted fear as Loki's command finally made it through his muddled brain. As if to reinforce the meaning of the word, he found his hand dragged up and he was made to... literally pet the vampire.

The creature was fucking insane. That was all Lindsey could think of as he looked down incredulously at the vampire who tortured him for what seemed like a short eternity. But his hand had taken up a tired petting motion and even as he tried to process that he was really doing it, he still couldn't believe he was.

At least the ludicrous command had shocked him back to some sort of wakefulness even if he was exhausted to the brink of passing out. The age of the creature had surely fried its brains, but he wisely didn't express his personal musings, at least, not out loud. His wide eyes said it all.


Luckily for the lawyer, Loki's own eyes were shut and he wiggled into the touch happily, stretching out like a contented cat and purring like one as well. Daylight would be on them soon and it had been too long since Loki had had time to sleep, but at the moment he felt like a good nap would do him well once he allowed the mortal to leave.

He let Lindsey pet him at his own pace for nearly an hour, the mortal having to switch hands as one point and when he paused Loki's eyes would crack open, a little bleary but no less threatening, daring him to stop. It was by far one of the easiest things the vampire had asked of the mortal so he should hardly be complaining about it.

He finally shook him off though, arching his back lazily as he sat up. "Hmm, you may go shower and leave," An hour and a half until sunrise, but Loki was done with him for the moment. "You have my case to defend at noon, I wouldn't be late. I'm sure the healers will make up for your lack of sleep." He informed him idly, "You did well enough for a virgin, there shouldn't be any problems, should there?"


Lindsey wanted to curl back and hide at the thought of needing to see this man again. No way could he stand in court and defend this man. He couldn't even stand the sight of him, and just the thought of being in the same room again made him shudder like he wanted to cry again anew.

He swallowed, tried to speak and his voice was so hoarse he could barely croak. Hell, he wanted to die. Closing his eyes, he shook his head. It wasn't because there wouldn't be problems though, but that everything about it was a problem. As tempting as a hot and soothing shower was, Lindsey didn't trust his legs to be able to support him, but how was he to tell all this to the vampire?

"... phone," he finally managed to croak out. Lindsey had a number that he could call for someone from the firm to pick him up. He hadn't understood the significance of that before when he was given the number, but now he was grateful that he had it at all.


The word made Loki arch a brow, and it took a moment for Loki to get what the mortal meant. Oh, the little thing expected Loki to fetch the phone for him, that would be almost cute if it wasn't so presumptuous and utterly irritating. "I'm sure you can find the energy to crawl off of my bed before the sun rises, wouldn't want to be late to the office." He quipped lightly, though there was a warning in his words.

The man's phone was on the floor in his clothing, or so Loki guessed, and he didn't care enough to look. The broken toy would just have to drag himself over to get it and Loki mused if he would be able to stand to get out the door, nevermind dress or still his shaking hands. Oh yes, the new ones were always the best, so delicate and breakable. Loki smirked and slid off of the bed, running a hand through his hair and cracking his neck before sauntering to the kitchen to fix himself a drink. He didn't bother offering one to Lindsey.

"You know what, I'm feeling generous tonight, you still have a question to ask if you'd like to use it." He flashed a grin at Lindsey, settling in the kitchen chair with his drink, taking a slow sip.


When Loki finally pulled away and for a precious few seconds Lindsey was left alone, he succumbed to his earlier desire and curled up into a fetal ball. If he wasn't so dry of tears, so numb to everything, he would try crying anew.

He heard the chair scrape, he heard the vampire settle, he heard the question too, but said nothing. Instead, bleary eyes opened to stare dully out back at the vampire to show that, in a way, he wasn't ignoring him. He was simply too exhausted in mind, body and soul to kick start his brain into formulating a question. Eventually he just mutely shook his head, what good would questions do for him now?

Lindsey closed his eyes again and it came as a surprise to him that a new tear slipped past his eyelids. So perhaps he wasn't so dried out after all. If the vampire wanted him off his bed, he will have to either kick him out, or get that phone for him. Lindsey was truly too worn out to do a simple task of getting the phone off the ground.


Loki smiled at how the human forced himself to respond, taking another drink from his glass, vodka cranberry, blood red, and Loki's eyes never left the form of the human all curled up and, oh look, crying again. They were so damn leaky, these little meals, always crying or pissing themselves or something.

Loki finished his drink and stood, having determined the human was literally physically and mentally incapable of getting the phone himself. So Loki withdrew his own, dialing up the Firm's main healer, figuring he would have been informed of Loki's gift. "Adler, I was hoping you'd be awake. Yes, it seems my signing bonus is having a little trouble getting back on his own two feet. You might need to have someone to send a minion of something to come retrieve him." He smirked at the response, settling back in his chair with a chuckle, "No, no, a little rough start but he was delightful, on my waiting list, certainly. Do a good job with him, hm? He is going to be defending me in court." He laughed openly now.

Another minute of casual exchange and he flipped the phone shut, he really needed to start keeping touch with ancient friends more, still in nothing but his skin, standing to start slipping on his leathers and laces. He glanced at the shivering bundle, "There's a car coming for you, they'll escort you if you're unable to walk."


Lindsey's eyes had opened partially when he heard the phone call and watched with bleary grey-blue eyes as Loki talked on the phone with the healer like they were old friends. Given how aged and important the prince was, Lindsey wouldn't be too surprised if he really was friends with Wolfram and Hart's healer, or the Senior Partners for that matter. He sobbed when he heard the bit about waiting list.

But the vampire made the call for him, which was much more than he thought was going to happen given how just minutes ago Loki wouldn't even help him retrieve his phone. Lindsey had honestly thought he would, somehow, have to summon up the strength to crawl out of here himself. Without being seen. Or getting other people involved.

He sobbed again just at the thought of having narrowly avoided all that. "T-thank you...." he whispered, hating himself for saying the words to the man who did all this to him in the first place, but he couldn't be more grateful at the moment.


The grin that lit Loki's face was more than a little deranged at the thanks. He winked, only adding to the effect as he smoothed his hair back with one hand, stooping to snatch his favourite blade from the floor where it had been discarded. "Don't expect it often, I have a soft spot for cripples and virgins, like I said, next time you'll be getting your own help. Don't expect others to be as kind as I have been." Loki warned him kindly before adjusting his silver cuffs.

His phone went off with a text and he rolled his eyes at the screen, ignoring yet another warning. He wasn't scared of some vampire that was barely a century old, or his mortal lackeys and he wished people would stop banging on about them. Loki was tempted to seek this 'Angel' fellow out and show him just how much of a literal demon he was dealing with.

He sat back down with a fresh drink, looking Lindsey over appreciatively. He looked gorgeous, covered in sweat and tears, his own blood and come mixed in. Bruised and breaking, burn marks in his shoulders, deep cuts scattered over his torso and legs, Loki could just toss him against a wall and start all over again. Sweet thing probably wouldn't survive that though, so very fragile, but they made the best playthings.


Lindsey visibly flinched when Loki mentioned next time, but even more at the idea of there being others. He closed his eyes, not knowing how he would ever survive something like this again. Even if Wolfram and Hart had the best healers who could practically make him a virgin again, his mind wouldn't be able to survive this sort of onslaught. He wasn't sure he really survived this one.

What he didn't know was Loki's hatred of Angel. Had he known, he would have tried to use it, to make his suffering have meaning by making Loki take out the souled vampire. The man had pushed him to this, it was his fault, for pushing Lindsey away, for refusing to extend his help further, that put him back into Wolfram and Hart and, eventually, into this. So if there was anyone else to be blamed, it would be Angel.

But that was too much plotting and scheming for a mind that was shattered and just newly being pieced back together, so it was better that he didn't know. "C-can't d-do this... n-n-not a-again." It wasn't just the lancing pain that stuttered his words either. Aside from the fear and weariness, there was was something that was genuinely broken by what happened tonight.


Loki only gave a soft laugh at that as he saw the man tremble in Loki's large and freshly stained bed. "Hm, I don't think you have much of a choice with that, pet, regretful to inform you but I'm rather sure that the clause is in your contract somewhere or other. The rat does like to make sure all corners are tied up tightly." He said with a sort of crooked smile as he chucked his glass in the sink and then moved back to the bed.

Loki lay back, curling his hand around the back of Lindsey's neck and pulling him into the vampire's lap. "Spread your legs for me, pet, you'll learn quickly not to hide from your clients. Nothing us demons despise more than being denied what is rightfully ours. Well, at least what's ours in our minds." He teased, fingers trailing up his chest, "I'm thinking of having another little bite, since you've decided to be so dramatic and not get out of bed on your own, we have a little time to play."

His voice was soft and deadly, hands on thighs and tone honey soft. He grazed his fangs along the shell of his ear. "Have you ever come harder in your life, little thing?"


Fearful blue eyes shot back open when Loki approached the bed again. Lindsey made a croaking noise that was followed by a soft whimper, like he wanted to say something but his throat was so locked with fear, the sounds died before they could emerge. He tried again a moment later, with also a weak shake of his head.

"P-please, n... no more," he begged, shamelessly doing so without thought of dignity or pride. He looked up pleadingly at the vampire towering above him with eyes that were still wet from his recent tears. They didn't fall as constant as before, but his red rimmed eyes had gathered a small pool of them that gave his orbs a watery look.

He blinked and two more tears fell free just as he felt the fangs brush along his ear. There was no point in hiding what the vampire probably already knew as the truth. Perhaps, hopefully, by answering truthfully it will gain him some respite when few other things had. Lindsey hoped so as he followed Loki's question with another purposeful shake of his head. Never, not even his teenage groping or his first time with a woman had Lindsey come as hard as he had while being raped by the vampire.

Still hoping for that respite, and because he recognized that he wouldn't gain one until he at least obeyed, Lindsey struggled to open his legs.


Loki smirked at the silent confession, how the mortal's legs shook as he parted his thighs for Loki's eyes and hands to touch. Sweet thing, trying hard to please, perhaps he thought it would gain him mercy. But on the other side, Loki had pushed him rather hard considering and he was still obeying despite the pain and fear and utter shame of it all. So Loki smirked, pressing a light and mocking kiss to his neck.

"Good boy." He praised gently, stroking his fingers down to brush over his gaping hole and loving the shiver he got in return that was nearly violent in its strength. He smiled into Lindsey's neck. "Hm, you beg so nice." The pad of his thumb remained there, back of his hand brushing over his balls as he stroked over his sensitive little hole.

"Lovely little masochist, love that you hate loving getting hurt, humans are so silly that way. Relish the pain darling, that's really what it comes down to. I wonder if I could make you come with my knife alone, probably given how very quickly you were hard and leaking." He bared his teeth into the back of his neck.


Lindsey had started shaking under the vampire's touches, obviously still deathly afraid despite knowing he had a healing team on the way. Quivering from both the sensation and fright, he at the same time leaned against the vampire's lap in a show of fear and, in a way, a twisted seek for comfort.

He flinched and shivered violently against Loki at the mention of the knife again, but he was too tired to protest any more violently than that. He whimpered and shook his head weakly, whispering in his hoarse and broken voice, "No... Y-you said... You s-said..." Desperate blue eyes looked up at Loki with confusion and betrayal mixed into the fear. Lindsey had behaved, hadn't he? He suffered through all that happened and tried to deal, Loki couldn't punish him for that.

If Loki broke his word, Lindsey was going to break. He was holding by such a thin thread right now, the prospect that this was over, he had been obedient and survived, was what still kept him together. He couldn't deal with more.


Loki's smile was almost gentle, "Just musings, pet, nothing more, I don't have nearly enough time left to start a new game." He assured him gently, petting a hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. "You're done now, I am aware of what I said, I'm simply thinking out loud." He murmured, amused at the mortal's sudden panic. Lindsey turned out to be such an adorable little surprise, with a minimal of wailing and scrambling, just a sweet sort of obedience tinged with consuming terror.

Like Loki said, adorable. He smiled into his hair now, tapping his hole lightly in a sort of goodbye, Lindsey's naked form splayed across Loki's fully clothed one. And then the hotel room buzzed and Loki almost snarled. He supposed their time was over. He pressed a kiss to the back of Lindsey's neck before sliding off the bed.

He buzzed int he healers, smiling when he saw Heimdal, the head healer, had come himself and they greeted each other with smiles, one a little mad, one barely there, and respectful nods. Loki stepped back, "No healing here, I hate the smell of magic, take him." He said with a wave of his hand, the two lesser medics coming in to collect the lawyer.


Lindsey couldn't even find the emotional strength to feel the proper mortification at being seen in such a state by a third party, nevermind the others that were brought with him. The medics didn't even look at him, not truly, but treated him much like a broken object that required fixing. To some degree Lindsey was grateful for that. His shame would not have been able to handle it if these strangers acknowledged his humiliation in any way.

Sometime between being picked up and carried out the door, Lindsey's strength finally gave out. It may have been his natural need or a spell he never saw, but he passed into blessed unconsciousness before he left the room.

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The next time he was with the living, he was healed and sleeping in a clean bed. His clothes were laid out beside him and Holland was there with his genteel fatherly smile, telling him how proud he was of Lindsey and what a good job he had done. Lindsey honestly felt like crying elk over again, but after a few more words from his mentor, he obediently nodded and pulled together.

By afternoon he was the image of the perfect lawyer again, impeccable, pristine, proud even. No one who wasn't looking would notice the darkness that haunted his eyes, buried so deep beneath the veneer of lawyer arrogance that not even his closest coworkers would figure it out. He had a valuable case to win, nevermind that he would rather his client rot in hell like what.the monster deserved.


Loki strolled into the courtroom as the image of composure, in a much more civilian outsit. Simple black jeans and a green shirt, hair not pulled tightly back and actually put on a little makeup (as recommended by W&H ) to make himself look a little more vulnerable, human, weak. Believable. Despite all that though, people moved out of his way as he walked into the front hall, his stride long, radiating control. Power. He didn't have to play the helpless act yet.

He spotted Lindsey easily, seeing how very put together he looked, like he had just gone to bed, woken up with his coffee and newspaper, anything except what had actually happened last night. Healers were Loki's favorite. He slipped up behind him, silent as a shadow, placing a hand on his shoulder exactly where the marks brunt from the poker had been. "I couldn't him to leave any scars, pity." He said by ways of greeting.

No, those daft mortals may not be able to see the haunted eyes of Lindsey for what they were but when the lawyer turned around Loki could see it all. Pain, terror, the remembering of the few hours he had spent as nothing more than Loki's breakable, needy toy. But they were in Lindsey's element now, so Loki just flashed a smile. "Ready to represent Luke Laufey, Mr. McDonald?"


Lindsey didn't cower. He didn't flinch or move away, didn't even dislodge his client's arm when Loki, silent and deadly, came up behind him with hardly any warning at all. He trembled though, a barely perceivable tremor that shook the lawyer under his impeccable suit and confident grin. Loki with his hand on Lindsey would have no trouble recognizing it.

Yet when Lindsey spoke, it was confident and lacked the weakness of his body. As long as one didn't look too carefully into his eyes, he was fine. "Everything is in order, Mr. Laufeyson. I don't expect there to be any problems today."

He looked across at the prosecutor glaring back at them from the other side and Lindsey returned him a smirk worthy of being the prized lawyer of Wolfram and Hart. "You remember what we have discussed?" Except Lindsey, despite all his confidence, seemed to be avoiding eye contact with gist vampire client. He was afraid that if he looked into them, he would awaken the pain he managed to bury away for this.


"Laufey, for now." Loki corrected him casually, "And yes, I have a rather good memory, details aren't something that escape me very often. I assume we are to go inside now." Casually as could be, Loki strode past, pausing in midstep to slowly look Lindsey over, "Such a pity." He repeated, giving a little sigh as he kept on into the courtroom. He had felt the shiver, had been expecting more of a reaction if the vampire was to be honest. Ah well, lawyers kept composure, it was a rule. A little disappointing though.

He had noted the lack of eyecontact as well and he was determined to change that as quickly as possible as he walked into the courtroom. And then in a moment, he changed, back not as straight, almost slumped as if apologizing for his height, tilting his head to let his hair fall slightly in front of his face. Loki knew how to play his part as mortal.

He sat in his seat, shifting as if nervous, avoiding eye contact with most and when he did he offered a shy smile, fingers fisted in his lap. He could make them shake when needed to. He rehearsed the lines in his head, though his gaze turned predatory when Lindsey came back into view, following him with his eyes intently.


The change that went over the vampire was astounding, end even just walking behind Loki, or Luke, Lindsey could see the difference. As they settled behind the defendant's area, Lindsey made the mistake of turning to face his client and his breath caught. In that single instance the mask of awkward innocence Loki wore was stripped away to reveal the vampire predator that had him in its clutches for all of last night. For a second Lindsey was back there in Loki's room again, struggling like an animal caught in his claws, shaking, unable to break free... The barest of whimpers escaped him before he could bite down on it.

The judge calling the court to order broke him out of the spell and he quickly glanced away. "Just..." He coughed and regained his composure, careful to not look back into the eyes of that ageless demon. "Just do as was rehearsed." His hand trembled lightly where he rested it atop his notes and before it was too noticeable, he balled it into a fist.

That was the only incident that afternoon as the rest of the time he carefully kept himself controlled. The trial progressed slowly, as most murder trials usually were, and by the time the case was adjourned, it was clear that Lindsey had the upper hand on the case. Loki didn't have to go on the witness stand today but will be called up tomorrow.


Loki watched the little lawyer slowly try to sink into his seat with no small sense of satisfaction. It was amusing, watching the mouse cower from the cat and try to hide when it had no where to run to. Loki kept up his persona as Lindsey snapped back into his, walking purposefully back and forth in front of the judge's stand and Loki let his hands start shaking as if terrified and guilty when the opposition showed pictures of the mutilated body they had found Loki standing over.

Lindsey was good, Loki would give him that, masterful, witty when needed and serious when appropriate. He had the judge in his hand, any idiot could see that, and almost every single member of the jury as well. And Loki was flawless in his own act, but very rarely, in those rare moments when the crowd was focused on someone other than them, Loki would let the veil fall. Either a sweep of his eyes over Lindsey that never failed to make the mortal shudder or a sharp movement that resulted in flinches or a slight tremor in his shoulders or hands.

Loki loved each and every reaction he got, a reminder that the lawyer remembered what had happened, shivered at the thought of it. That he knew of Loki's power over him. When they were dismissed from the courtroom with the trial to resume tomorrow, Loki followed Lindsey out to his car, letting the facade of meekness fall away a step at a time. He stopped him from opening the door with a hand on his wrist. "Very skilled, if I may say. If I'd known what a talented tongue you have I would have made more use of it."


They were no longer in the penthouse suite and the contract from last night had dissolved with the rising of the sun. It was over, Lindsey reminded himself firmly of that as he squared his shoulders and made himself turn to face the vampire. He mentally congratulated himself when he didn't outwardly quail.

"Then that's just your loss," he snapped, yanking his hand beck from that ice cold grip. "Should have exploited me more while I was helpless to your power." He tried to take a step back, but that put the sun heated metal against him causing him to move forward again uncomfortably.

"Is there anything else? I have another of your trials I need to prepare tonight." He narrowed his eyes as if to dare the vampire to stop him somehow. It was Loki's case he was working on, of he was to paint the story that would hand the vampire his freedom, he needed to build it. Even with an enchanted jury, Lindsey still had to make it look good. He didn't like leaving things without a back up plan.


"Oh, little one," Loki mocked, eyes glinting playfully, "You are still helpless to my power, you're just temporarily useful out of my bed, or away from my blade." he purred softly, leaning in as if discussing a private detail. "There's a revised copy of our contract waiting on your desk, already legal and in action by my signature." The laugh was low and taunting.

He wanted badly to grab Lindsey's hips and press him into the door, rocking his hips into him until the mortal was squirming. He wanted to still his struggles and protests by grazing his fangs along the tendons of his neck and watch his pulse jump and cock twitch against his better sense. He wanted to own him. Which brought him to the next part.

"Clause 18, Section 5, if you are to lose my case, in any way shape or form, ownership of your soul will be transferred to me. You'll be mine." He laughs again and backs off, leaving Lindsey there and with a little nod of farewell he strode away, anti sun ring firmly on his finger. Besides, if Lindsey lost the case Loki would simply vanish without a trace, but he'd rather not, hence the lawyer.


Lindsey's heart was beating like a trampoline athlete on steroids, it was impossible for the vampire to miss. The only thing that he managed going for him was not fall apart under the onslaught, and he swallowed to keep that the way it was. Wolfram and Heart would not do that to him. Surely they wouldn't completely cut loose their rising star as a permanent sacrifice, the vampire must be bluffing.

From reserves he didn't know he had Lindsey dredged up an arrogant smile. "Then there is nothing for me to be concerned about. I have no chance of losing."

But then the vampire was moving away and Lindsey found he could hear things over his own pounding heart again. Great, just great, he lose the case and he'll be handed over to be part of a sadistic royal vampire's harem of sex slaves. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew that was precisely how the senior partners worked.

He was thoroughly fucked. Fuck.


Loki laughed as he walked away, the list of names that consisted of the twelve members of the jury already in his pocket. He had visits to make. He hummed to himself happily as he slipped into the car, the driver a young, pretty thing with deep bite marks on her neck and insides of her thighs. All Loki's. She licks her lips nervously as she glances back at him, obviously relieved to see Loki's genuine little smile which meant the scars on her back and legs wouldn't be added to tonight if she kept her cool. Loki purred out an address, hand sliding to palm himself through his trousers at the memory of how Lindsey had fallen to his knees, those pretty lips parting in a plea for mercy, the first spill of blood of blade. The next day, Loki is in a black shirt that's a little too snug around his shoulders and a pair of slightly loose jeans with a formal jacket over it all. He's just on time, never late, and so doesn't have a chance to properly talk to his attorney before the mallet falls and the opposition's witness, the first police officer on scene, is sent up to testify.


Despite his sleepless night the day before, Lindsey had trouble sleeping that night too. He didn't get any of that preparation he talked about done, and at the risk of a hangover, drank himself to oblivion to get some sleep. But at least he slept, and morning found him, if not well rested then at least he was rested. He was bleary for a few hours that morning, but he pulled together soon after and got a few hours of review work done too. By the time the trial started, he was the ready and pristine lawyer, composed and without fault.

It was almost a relief that Loki didn't show up early, though for several heart stopping minutes Lindsey was worried that he would not show up at all and cause him to lose the case. He had reviewed the contract and found it rewritten just as Loki said, of course, and he had been genuinely afraid that that was the trick the vampire pulled. It was strange how he could feel so much relief and dread towards one man just for his appearance. But then things were proceeding and he had no more time to properly contemplate it as court began.

When it was Lindsey's turn to examine the witness, he completely took apart the officer's credibility, dashing his reliability to pieces and confirming that the time and place was such that he couldn't have possibly drawn the conclusions he did. He was ruthless in a way that only the sharpest lawyers could be, a completely different man from the quivering being on his knees before Loki. With fire in his eyes, he finished his examination with the witness sullen and defeated. "No further questions, your Honor," he said and returned to his seat beside Loki.


Well that was... arousing. Very much so. Loki let him know his appreciation of his methods and skills with a slow, predatory smile that spread across his features as Lindsey sat down again. Oh, he craved putting Lindsey to his knees and making him gasp and writhe for air under Loki's palm. He wanted to watch that facade crumble under Loki's word and whip and yes, very arousing indeed. He stood, twisting his hands nervously, when he was called upon, voice only trembling a bit when he spoke his false name, eyes lowered but when they glanced up they were cutting and mischievous.

He swore on the human's god to tell nothing but the truth, ignoring the impulse to laugh at the fact they were asking it of a demon. When he touched the bible it burnt, a pain spiking over his skin like fire and the slight hissing noise was only audible if you were listening for it. Loki relished in the pain, it only adding to his arousal, and when he pulled his hand away he looked to his lawyer, amused.


Up until that moment, Lindsey had avoided meeting his client's eyes during the whole of that day's trial as well. He saw the smile out of the corner of his eyes and ignored it, knew what sharp inhuman coldness was waiting for him in green daggers above the smile and was careful to not look. But then it was Loki's turn to be called to the stand and Lindsey knew he had to do what he had been gathering himself to do the whole time.

Standing, he bowed to the judge then proceeded forward towards his client. Like rehearsed, he started by asking 'Luke' about what happened, and, knowing it was necessary, made himself look into Loki's eyes. Hopefully, with how it was crucial that Loki presented a panicked and subdued image during this part of the retelling, Lindsey wouldn't be as troubled by seeing those sharp emeralds fixed on him.


Loki spun the tale, letting his breath hitch as he described how he was just going home from work (Accountant) and he was took a shortcut through the alley (He thought it was going to rain). The man had emerged from the shadows, brandishing a knife, threatened Loki with it. Loki had handed everything over and the man made to stab him. He managed to 'keep his calm' through the first part, only letting his breath hitch once or twice and swallow hard when he described the man at Lindsey's prompting.

Then he let his planned breakdown begin, tears welling in guilt filled eyes, "I only have bits and pieces, I got the knife from him, and I was angry... so angry." He whispered the last parts, tilting his head forward to let his hair hang in front of his face. He glanced up, expression concealed from the rest of the room, and flashed a positively sinful smile at Lindsey before resuming the act. He spoke of how the next thing he remembered was the police telling him to stand, the knife in his hands.

Three... Two.... One.... He lets the tears fall.


Lindsey was marveled by the act, and if not for that little grin, that predatory, wicked expression that was so out of place of the whole situation, the lawyer may even be taken into the act too. But its presence was a reminder not unlike a slap in the face, bringing back other similar smiles that had Lindsey blinking and looking towards the jury for reprieve.

They were all actors here. He continued his act by turning back to 'Luke' again and handing him a handkerchief to draw people's attention to his tears.


Loki took it, as if he was grateful and embarrassed about his outburst and he heard the gentle murmuring from the jury. He wiped away his tears, but not before taking advantage of Lindsey's closeness to scratch a nail on the inside of his wrist. "I couldn't stop." He said hoarsely, "I feel terrible, I close my eyes and I can see it, feel it." He was speaking to Lindsey now, directly, eyes intent though the terror and guilt in his voice never paused. The was lust in his gaze, undisguised, but from anyone else's perspective but Lindsey's it looked like he was just staring pleadingly at his attorney.

He murmured a few quick apologies for his outburst and then took a deep 'calming' breath, for these he looked away from Lindsey, glancing at the jury and then the judge.


It took all of Lindsey's effort to not jerk away at the contact, to not flinch or even shiver as he held still in Loki's grasp. And caught he was in those merciless eyes that seemed to drill into him even as the lies fell from the vampire's lips one after another.

When there was finally chance to pull away, it couldn't have come early enough, he did so with dignity and nodded with what seemed to be sympathy. But Loki could probably hear it, how hard and fast his heart pounded that was at complete odds with how he kept his composure for the court. Except he couldn't, not completely, not from how his hand started trembling and he had to clutch onto the fence around the witness stand to make it still.

His heartbeat slowed, he took few deep breaths, and he launched into the second part of the story, bringing in questions that asked 'Luke' about his traumatic childhood. He sounded sorry, phrased them gently, and made the jury associate it to his client's violent behavior that caused him to react so drastically in self defense.


Loki barely kept in his grin at Lindsey's shaky reaction to the touch and had to actually stop himself from laughing when he saw him clutch to the bar for support. Adorable thing. He answered the questions about his past, more tears falling, voice shaking. He spoke of the abuse from his mother, the fire that had stolen his home and his two siblings, one of which he had seen burned alive.

He spoke of his mother, how she had been attacked and killed by a robber. Lindsey was flawless in his execution and Loki eyed him hungrily. Oh he could just... eat him up.

Three hours and it was done, and Loki knew that Lindsey had already won the case. For his luck, Lindsey moved to the bathrooms after the trial, probably to calm his nerves. Loki caught the door before it shut and locked it behind him. Bless single toilet bathrooms. He cocked his head to the side, sliding a hand around Lindsey's throat from where he stood behind him. The mortal had apparently frozen, obviously knowing who had followed him.


Everything went according to plan, down to the prosecutor's cross examination of Loki and how the older vampire artfully and craftily parried the questions with points that Lindsey had already supplied the vampire with. It all went off without a hitch and even without waiting for tomorrow's trial, Lindsey knew he was going to win the case.

Good, because he couldn't wait for it to be over. His grandest victory yet and he had lost nearly everything with it.

As soon as the court was adjourned for the day, Lindsey grabbed his things and shot out f there. And the whole time footsteps paced after him, careful measured steps. He tried to move himself into the bathroom, but before the door closed, his hellish shadow pushed his way in anyway and now Lindsey was cornered in a tiny room with no windows with a sadistic vampire and... oh hell. His knees buckled and he tried to lurch forward away from the grip.

"Get away from me!" he snarled with just the edge of hysteria creeping into his voice. "We're in the courthouse bathroom." The last he hissed to just in case anyone from the outside heard him.


Loki caught him around his waist and yanked him close against him when the man stumbled and choked, bringing them back against front and Loki's semi hardness pressing up against the small of his back. Loki grinned into his hair at the protest. "I am perfectly aware where we are, so you should keep quiet lest you warn others of our presence." He chuckled lightly as he stepped forward to press Lindsey into a cool cement wall.

He let his fangs slide out, knowing Lindsey could hear the scrape against flesh in his ear, even with how dulled mortal hearing was. "I simply wanted to convey how very impressed I was by your talents in the proceedings. You are quite... gifted." He murmured as he slid his free hand around to graze over Lindsey's crotch, fangs brushing under the sensitive skin behind his ear.

He could feel the responding twitch against his palm, and his laugh sounded again, deadly. "So very sweet, but you questioned me so well, I suppose its my turn to ask a few questions, hm?" He nipped at the ear and drew a drop of blood, "Last night, when you were tormented with the thought of being mine, how hard did you get when you imagined being on your knees? Owned."


Pressed bodily against Lindsey like that, the vampire would feel the unmistakable tremors shaking the lawyer. Lindsey released an involuntary whimper as his hysteria warped towards pure terror and crashed down on him with a tidal wave's force. The room was filled with the unmistakable acrid scent of fear, and, yes, the coy beginnings of arousal too.

"I didn't get anything!" He hissed back, his mind shouting for him to pull away even as his muscles refused to work. He couldn't break free of the vampire's grip, he couldn't even begin to try.

"Our contract was for one night only, you can't do this!" Yet he could feel heat flash from behind his ear where the vampire had scraped him with those inhumanly sharp fangs. He could barely hear his own hoarse whisper from the pounding of blood through his veins. He was scared like he had never been with any other client. While others may have given similar threats, they would eventually back off because Lindsey was protected by his firm, but Loki... the vampire had hurt him before.


"Lies, little one, how you pretend your reluctance when your desire is evident." He chuckled and grazed his fangs along the tendons in his neck. "For instance, if I sunk into you right now, you'd be as hard as stone. I am referring to my fangs, of course." He taunted lightly, though Loki's arousal was much more prominent now and he ground it against Lindsey's ass pointedly. The little lawyer was cute, all reluctance and the sweet smell of fear nearly coming off of him in waves.

His protests were weak and empty, "Don't you worry, I need you at the moment. But don't you think for an instance that you can use the protection of your employers against me. I knew the rat, the wolf, the ram when they were mere corporal entities, wandering the earth and relying on the sacrifice of tribes to keep them alive and powerful. I've done them favors, most written in blood." He assured him, probably some of the first honest words he'd said since he entered the courtroom.

"How do you think I got you, sweet thing, for a simple mortal murder trial? Why do you think they gave you to me for your first job, they are very much interested in pleasing me. And if owning you would please me, I'm sure it wouldn't take too long to arrange." And with that he opened up Lindsey's pants and shoved them to the floor to curl his fingers around the half hard shaft.

"But right now I only want a sample."


It would be so much easier to be righteous if there wasn't a part of Lindsey that recognized the twisted truth in the vampire's words. If his firm cared about him in the first place, they wouldn't have handed him over to Loki in the first place. If he wasn't lying, he wouldn't feel the humiliating, shameful feeling of stiffening between his legs. Lindsey squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the sting of hot tears threatening him again as his helpless situation compounded on him to edge him towards despair.

His eyes opened in shock when his pants was pushed down and cold room air surrounded his heated privies, then it turned into a surprised gasp that was echoed by a whine when his groin got colder still within the cooler grasp of the vampire. That should have taken care of his unwanted arousal, have it shrink and shrivel away like a normal reaction, yet instead, he got that little bit harder in Loki's hold.

"What do you want?" He cried out desperately, not bothering to hide his trembling or his completely shattered composure. Pressed between the vampire and the wall, there was nowhere for him to escape, nothing he could do to get away from Loki's molesting touches. Any movement just pushed him back into the vampire behind him and the hardening bulge pressing threateningly against his ass. He tried to pull back from that even if it ended up pressing his back further into the immortal's chest for balance. He closed his eyes again. "...Leave me alone."


Loki laughed lowly and didn't respond for a long minute, simply continue pressing and grazing his fangs along the sensitive skin and stroking slowly with his palm, until the little human was achingly hard in his hand. "Nothing really." He finally answered, "Just a little amusement to break the monotony of eternity." It was honest, startling so, but Loki really didn't mind. It wasn't like the little one knew how he could use it against him or even had the resources to.

In the next second, Loki was pulling back and Lindsey stumbled nearly falling over on to his newly naked ass. Loki brushed his hands over the front of his shirt to straighten it out and he cocked his head at the bewildered man. "Perhaps I could have your tongue, let you dirty that fancy suit as you sucked me off. Your lips look so pretty when tender and swollen." He purred gently, running a hand casually through his own hair.

Then he flashed a charming, disarming smile. "But perhaps... another time. Yes? Make sure to complete your final statement for tomorrow, I'd hate to have to resettle again. Though a new pet would ease the hardships of moving. Rest well." And with that he was out the door and gone.


Lindsey had expected a lot of things, each worse than the last as memories of last night resurfaced and made him cringe, but what he hadn't expected was for the vampire to actually let go. The lost of the steadying presence behind him, so suddenly and without warning, had him nearly falling back. His pants tangled up his legs as he struggled to regain his balance, and if he hadn't caught onto the sink in time he would have landed on his nearly bared ass.

He turned quickly and bent, one hand quickly dragging up his boxers and pants while he glared unforgiving at the vampire. "No," he snarled, but Loki was already leaving, that smirk around the immortal's face showing he heard but simply didn't care.

A joke, a horribly expensive joke taken at Lindsey's expense. Except a part of him was afraid it wasn't a joke, and worse, the vampire had made him, once again, hard and throbbing for him. It was to the point that stuffing it back into his pants was uncomfortable.

"Damn that soulless bastard," he muttered. He took a while to compose himself, and even ten minutes later, the front of his pants, though not as swollen, still looked tented enough to be suspicious. Groaning, he took off his jacket and folded it over his arm to hide it before he exited quickly to beeline for his car. One more day to go.


Loki was in court early, in a grey shirt a little too big today and dress pants. He had dabbed moisture to look like he was clammy, stuttering his apologies at being early, letting his hands shake 'subtly'. The show was almost not needed, the verdict was decided. Loki had his rats. Almost every single one was entirely convinced that Lki was innocent and should get a fine at the very most, and the two who were shifting unsurely would either be convinced in court or pressured into the decision by the rest of the group.

Loki, not wanting to risk, kept up the act as Lindsey entered the court room, looking tired but determined and composed. His little game yesterday had been amusing and some poor little rent boy had had quite a night because of it. Loki had missed playing with his scalpels, and now the poor thing had a nice little pattern scarred all the way down his back.

His lawyer sat down next to him and Loki made Luke nervously tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, knowing the jury's eyes were on them intently. "Good morning." He almost whispered, letting his voice shake the slightest bit, letting his gaze go soft and vulnerable, worry shining through. Loki had always been an amazing liar, and acting was nothing more than lying physically.


Such an amazing liar. If Lindsey didn't know better, he would have been sucked in by the hesitation, the seeming lack of confidence, and believed it for truth. Except he did know what a farce this whole act was and all he felt for it was absolute disgust. It made him sick to the stomach that the world fell for the monster's act and he was there to help him.

Unable to react how he truly wanted to, Lindsey instead answered the meek voice with a cordial nod and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Morning." And because he knew they were watched, he added, "You'te doing fine. It will be over after today." He settled into his seat with his skin crawling from his proximity to thee vampire.

Court began and the final stage of the trial happened. The prosecutor went first, painting a tale of bloody and deliberate murder of a deranged killer, accusing Luke of his act as being purposefully cruel and depraved. If Lindsey was given a chance, he would completely agree.


Pff, lies, Loki had simply been feeding on some willing bloodwhore on the alley when she started throwing up a fuss. The man had intervened and Loki had retaliated. As in, he had taken out his knife and gutted him with a great sense of joy. But Loki covered his mouth as if to hold back sobs and shook his head in denial whenever a direct accusation was made. Loki had this won, easily as will, given he knew the picture he'd painted of himself was of a man, slightly unbalanced, and wracked with guilt for a trigger response that was a result of abuse.

Not a soul in this room besides his own lawyer (and that included the prosecution) could believe that Loki was as the accuser was saying, a cold blooded and maniac killer. Loki's eyes sparkled in delight as the other sat down and he kept it easy hidden behind the act of pretending to sob brokenly.

Now it was Lindsey's turn, to get up there and defend his tormentor with all he was worth, to convince the others that the creature he thought to be cruel and soulless beyond all reason was a damaged and innocent man who had been attacked and had lashed out in instinctive and subconscious self defense.


How Lindsey's own lies burned his tongue as he defended the monster with the best of his abilities. He painted with words a story of tragedy, of a man so damaged by his youth that it haunted him through life. Now, victim once more —oh how he could laugh at that description— he had to have been brought to the brink of his trauma to react in such mindless fear. Can the jury let a man be punished under such conditions, when, obvious to all, that he was a struggling victim? Luke, regretful and remorseful, was punishing himself worse than incarceration would do to him. The man needed help, not further trauma to add to his increasing amount of them.

Even before the story was told, Lindsey had the jury believing the masterfully crafted tale, but at the end of it, they hung on his every word. There came the crucial break when the jury retreated to discuss the results, at which point Lindsey was convinced that it would turn into an unanimous decision for the accused.

Settling back into his seat, he waited, trying his best to ignore the smug vampire beside him as he looked at nearly everything except for the unrepentant monster. He couldn't avoid him forever though, he knew that, which was why he said softly, "After this is finished, I assume you will disappear." He hoped so. God he hoped so.


Loki turned to look at him, there were few in here now and none that mattered, so he dropped his act. He leaned back in his chair comfortably, arching a brow at him in his amusement. "Poor, naive little thing. The reason I have you as a lawyer is so I wouldn't have to disappear. I'm settling down for the moment, perhaps start an empire. Who knows, maybe I'll invest in some stocks or go into politics or some such." He quipped out with a little smile, "I'll just forge the paperwork if they assign me mental evaluation and I'll be free to do as I please."

He said it easily, like he wasn't basically telling his little toy that he wasn't going anywhere, thank you very much, and Loki could get into anywhere he wanted with whoever he wanted. He could be Lindsey's boss by the end of the week with little effort and he was sure that was already excruciatingly clear to the mortal, but Loki felt like making the point perhaps a bit more prominent.

The jury returned quickly, Loki didn't know or care if it was a good or bad thing, and he didn't really care. Either he got off free or he did some clean up, got off free, and got a new pet. Either or, he didn't mind much about the results. This was a matter of principal at this point. The jury all sat, the card was passed to the judge, and Loki barely arched a brow. No need to try pretending anymore, the decision had been made and humans were too slow to recignize the difference immediately anyways.


"Wolfram and Hart can recommend professionals do your evaluation," Lindsey said crossly without looking towards the vampire. He knew it was all bogus in the end, of course he knew, but it would be better if the vampire didn't actually talk about it in court. The firm was a full service firm, they included such as providing medical examinations and psyche evaluations. And if they didn't themselves, they were well connected enough that they could find places that served their purpose.

The decision was read out by the judge, a unanimous decision that Luke Laufey was found not guilty of second degree murder but should undergo therapy as recommended by the state. Then court was dismissed and Lindsey turned to, for appearance sake, wryly congratulate his client.

"Further arrangements on the therapy can be arranged with Wolfram and Hart. Another department can help you with that," he said as he stood and got his notes together. Maybe if he was lucky, he could leave with the crowd filing out of the court room and get away from this monster.


Loki grinned at the announcement and tilted an imaginary hat to the jury, amused at their obvious confusion, though they would likely justify it to themselves as the hysterical relief of a free man. Loki stood and caught Lindsey's arm, everyone slowly filing out as he held him still as to prevent him from running away from Loki. When the door banged shut and they were utterly alone, he stepped forward and slid an arm around Lindsey's waist and yanked him close.

He didn't keep them chest to back though, just pulled him the other way around so they were chest to chest and Loki was towering over the mortal. "I think it would be best to discuss details now, no? I suppose I should thank you, for winning my freedom. I don't know what I would have done if I'd had to spend an entire quarter century in a jail designed for mortals." He said lightly, smirking as he slid one hand boldly down to cup his ass.

Loki, you see, had a problem. This was where Lindsey viewed himself as in charge, as untouchable and Loki wanted to make it explicitly clear that it didn't matter where they were, Loki was in charge and he could take whatever he wanted at any time. He leaned in to breathe into Lindsey's ear, teeth grazing the lobe. "I wonder... what will happen when ones of your new clients break the rules. If they break something about you that can't be fixed..." He taunted.


Lindsey tried to jerk away. As he watched desperately the people file out one after another and his chance to leave with them disappearing with each back that left the door. "There are cameras here," he hissed back, hoping that this would act as some sort of deterrent to the vampire. Hopefully. He tugged, trying to get free, but instead found himself held up right against the vampire.

And pressed bodily against him, Lindsey couldn't suppress the light whine that escaped his throat before he managed to choke on the noise. "The contract... The firm will own them," he gasped, banking his trust on the firm that already betrayed him once. He didn't know what else he could do given that the firm owned him already, and he couldn't escape from that cruel fact. He didn't hide how scared he was though, not only of Loki, but of the issue he brought up as well.

"Let go of me... find some new thing to play with," half pleaded, half demanded as he attempted to pull out of the other man's grasp. "Our interaction is over. You won, you're free to go." He looked longingly towards the door, willing for some guard, some security to walk in and say they had to clear the room. Anyone. But no one came in.


"Cameras." Loki purred gently, "Can't see me, which is why I'm having the tapes erased. But is by some miracle of mature, someone who isn't directly under my pay is watching, all they would see was a little lawyer talking to himself in a courtroom. Hardly scandal worthy." He brushed his lips over the bridge of his nose. "I am free to go, but you are not, are you?" He laughed, low and dark and ever so taunting.

He didn't want to find a new thing to play with, he rather liked this one actually, adorable, pliable little thing. "And my question was not what would happen to the client after they mutilated you beyond repair, little thing. If they smash your little head in against something that's harder than skull. If they rip off an arm, or put a hand through your gut. When they hurt you, without thinking of consequences. Bloodlust is not only for my kind." He hissed out the words, taunting, warning, almost tender at some points, a deliberate maelstrom of emotions to put the lawyer off balance.

"Not all half the self control that I possess, little one, and most who would get you aren't as old as I, nor as honorable." He mocked them both with that statement, Loki was a backstabber at heart. If you can't beat them, have them beaten was a phrase he truly took to heart and was never ashamed to spend money with the goal of gaining revenge through underhanded means.


Loki said those words as if they hadn't been the very same questions Lindsey had tormented himself with over the past few days, unwillingly thinking how there was a distinct lack of security surrounding him for what he was forced to do. The contract took place after the fact, and by then it would be too late for him. At the same time, just the idea that there would be others, that Loki was just the first in a long series of an unending nightmare, was enough to drive him to the brink of insanity himself.

He turned his head away, for if he couldn't get away, he could at least not look at the vampire. "My contract has a perpetuity clause." As in, it didn't matter to Wolfram and Hart what happened to him, they would lose nothing. No matter if he lived or died, he would still work for them, tethered to their service by the blood contract that signed over his soul. He had been an idiot, and it was honestly something he could no longer back out of no matter the amount of regret he had for it.

"What are you trying to say? That you're a better choice than them?" Turning back suddenly, he met Loki's gaze with a heated glare that burned with all the anger and hurt and shame and fear that had been riling in his gut ever since he found out about this his term of service for his firm. "Don't make me laugh. I won your case. That's the end of my service with you. If you want more of me, make an appointment with the firm."


Loki smirked at the fire in his gaze and met the stare head on and challenging. "Oh no, sweetheart, I am by far the worst thing that has ever happened to you." He popped his fangs out and deliberately licked them. "To think otherwise is to be worse than suicidal. I'd suppose it would make you a masochist." His grin was cruel and taunting as he leaned forward to brush his lips over Lindsey's in a deliberate pressure of skin to skin.

"I suppose." Loki mused, "That would mean that I could put you on your knees, carve you bloody and writhing and you would get hard despite how badly you don't want to. I suppose that would mean that if I seared your flesh with hot metal and threatened to plunge a blade into your virgin hole, you wouldn't go limp as you cried, but instead you'd get harder, perhaps even start to leak. I suppose, just maybe, if you were a masochistic that if I were to fuck you hard until you were sobbing and screaming and trembling from the pain of it, you wouldn't come harder than you ever have."

He finished his statement with a laugh and a squeeze to Lindsey's ass. He let him go in the next second. He stepped up behind him, walking past as he trailed his fingers over his shoulders. "Yes, you're correct, our contract is broken. Which means you're just like any other edible mortal on this earth. Ripe for the picking. Be warned, sweet thing, the next time I see you, I will bite." His fangs slid back in and he was striding calmly out the doors.


Those words took the fire right out of Lindsey's eyes and made him look away in shame. Because, every last one of them happened, and they were true in what a shameless, wanting whore he had been turned into under the torture and humiliation dished out by this vampire. Still confused by what had happened to begin with, Lindsey could feel himself rejecting his own being with such utter disgust and distaste that he felt like he wanted to be sick.

He heard the last of the vampire's words as if from a distance, the taunt and threat affecting him not even half of what Loki's earlier words had already done. Turning a bit slowly, he watched his client leave and he made no move to either stop him or follow. He wanted nothing to do with the creature... but he couldn't stop watching either.

It was minutes after Loki was gone that with shaking hands, Lindsey gathered the rest of his things together to leave as well. Holland was expecting to hear from him soon for a case well done.