Title: Another Shot

Author: Misha
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex.
Fandom: Angel the Series

Spoilers: Angel 5.8 "Destiny"

Summary: Lindsey goes to great lengths for revenge. Even revealing himself.
Length: 4 drabbles of 100 words each
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. own the universe and characters. I’m just playing with them.
Author’s Note: For Evil_Hands challenge #7: Dreams, Wishes, and Fantasies.

Feedback: Relished at mishamcm@livejournal.com

Copyright (c) November 2003 Misha

1

Ethan places a hand on Lindsey's bare shoulder, slick with sweat, hot with frantic blood just below the surface. Lindsey jerks, noticeably, in spite of the constant shaking from the pain.

"Another shot?"

Lindsey doesn't speak, just clenches his teeth and nods his head furiously. Ethan fills the shot glass and places it in the shaky hand – Lindsey won't hold it in the evil hand, the only part of him that doesn't shake. He tosses the drink down his throat.

It burns going down. Lindsey likes the internal burn. It seems to place the burning on his back in context.

2

Ethan completes the tattoo, just over Lindsey's left shoulder blade.

"Patesce somnia," he chants, pouring the green liquid on the scarred flesh.

Lindsey screams.

She appears before them, smiling, beckoning him. And he would go, knowing how her touch would increase the pain. He would bask in that pain, bask in her touch.

And he would stare into her eyes; even as she morphed into game face, he would hold her gaze.

If she loved him he would be at peace. If she drank him she could move mountains.

"Sweet girl," Ethan remarks. "What's her name?"

Lindsey gasps out, "Darla."

3

This tattoo is on the small of Lindsey's back.

"Patesce desiderium."

Lindsey screams at the burn of the red potion, but he doesn't scream alone.

Angel screams. He screams as Lindsey batters him with the sledgehammer. The broken limbs will heal before long.

But not soon enough. Lindsey batters in Angel's skull.

Lindsey puts aside the hammer and raises the axe. He enjoys cutting off Angel's limbs, one by one. The screaming subsides to a whimper. The castration seems a pointless exercise.

It seems to Lindsey it would be a mercy to put the axe to his neck.

No mercy.

4

This tattoo is at the delicate, sensitive nape of Lindsey's neck.

"Patesce fantasia."

Heat is there, sweat, fury. Angel slams Lindsey back against his desk, rips open his shirt, runs hands over his chest. Lindsey grabs Angel's hair, pulls his head down, his lips to hardened nipples. Angel pulls down Lindsey's trousers, grabs his cock. Mouth, tongue, travel down, nibbling at fine hairs on his belly, at his crotch, engulfing the swollen head as hands continue to squeeze.

Lindsey squeezes his eyes shut, but the image is inescapable, no matter how he protests.

Ethan chuckles and pours himself another shot.