"The Evil that Men do" ©1209.99 Chaoticworks Inc.

Title: The Evil that Men do
Author/pseudonym: Nytshaed & Tammy.
Fandom: Buffy, OC
Rating: Rated NC-17 for Sex: homosexual, violence, satanic references.
Status: Complete
Archive: On Chaoticworks.com only. No part may be reposted, published or reproduced without written explicit permission of the author.
E-mail address for feedback: nytshaed@ix.netcom.com
Series/Sequel: Part one of "The Evil that Men Do" Saga.
Other websites: http://www.chaoticworks.com/fiction/
Disclaimer: AJ belongs to Chaoticworks, Inc, Ethan Raynes, Cordelia Chase, and Spike belong to the Buffy people.
Notes:
Summary: AJ get invited to London by Spike for fun and games..
Warnings: None

New York City, Manhattan, Club OZ.

With a purse of his lips, and a crafty smile, AJ closed the mini StarTac phone, and returned it to the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Reaching forward, he picked up the glass of Old Number 7, and drained it slowly.   He looked out the huge panes of glass that was Club OZ. The attendance here at the bar was light tonight, most of New York's Humanity was out busying itself with the coming Holidays 40 stories below.  

A sudden yawn caught him off guard, and a long, languid stretch followed. The Solstice Gathering the night before had been loads of fun. Wiccas were a great fuck. Wincing slightly, he felt the nail marks on his lower back catch on the silk shirt he was wearing. Smiling with satisfaction, he grinned, and poured another drink from the bottle standing nearby.   "London...." He mused, "What do you hold for me?"  

Finishing the drink, he reached into the jacket again, and slowly drew out a weapon cradled there. He lifted the elaborate Main Gauche up into the green neon light and watched the light play along it's edges. "Dear Nytie.... How I miss you so on nights like this..." He purred, then a chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, "But then, so do your lovers too I am willing to bet. One down, and four left to slay..." He whispered before concealing the mini sword again, and rising from his chair.   He left OZ with a nod to the bartender, and as he entered the elevator, called the airport to have the plane made ready for departure.      

London, Heathrow Airport Early Evening, Friday

After exiting the jet, and breezing through customs, AJ left the airport terminal to meet the limo that would be waiting outside. He has dismissed with the usual phalanx of body guards, he wanted to travel light this trip.   Upon reaching the sidewalk, he frowned and sighed. The Death Records Bentley was no where in sight, just an endless line of black hacks and other cars full of Euro trash rushing to and fro for the Holidays. He swapped the black duffel bag he was carrying from one shoulder to the other, letting out another foggy sigh.   Anger was slowly building, things got messy, and people got dead when he got angry.

The smack he had done over the Atlantic in the jet had worn off hours ago, and glancing around, he saw no safe haven for a fix. "Swell," he muttered, glancing around as a vagrant gust of wind blew his raven colored mane around.   Despite his best efforts, he accidentally made eye contact with a slip of a girl, Gothed to the max, watching him from a pedestrian island about twenty feet off. With a half smile, he watched as she French inhaled her clove cigarette, and leveled a hungry stare at him. Her long leopard trimmed wool coat clung to her slim form, and her black hair was cut in a perfect flapper's bob.

Pulling the clove out of her mouth, her pale tongue flashed out, and made a circuit of her plum colored lips. AJ responded with a narrowed stare, and concentrated. His eyes locked with hers, and the shiver that soon tremored her thin frame told him he was in. Cocking his head to the side ever so slightly, he smiled, "Come to me," he mouthed silently, but over the din, she heard.   Gracefully, she took another inhale of the clove, before tossing it into the slush of the gutter. She was two steps into the lane of traffic, mesmerized by the vision before her, and never saw the delivery van circling the drop-off lane.   The truck horn blared and tires slid in vain on the iced pavement just before the dull thud of impact.

AJ grinned, watching her form as it arched through the air, landing in the mire of snow and mud some twenty feet beyond.   A rich chuckle followed as a chorus of screams, and shouts filled the sidewalk. Glancing to the right, he spotted the approaching Bentley that glided gracefully around the chaos in the middle of the lanes.   He gave the driver a withering stare as the door was opened for him, and he slipped inside the warm interior of the car, "The Plaza," he said in a menacing monotone as the door was shut. Once snuggled safely in kid leather seats, behind blacked out glass, he reached into the duffel bag for his kit.   "Time to kick this rotten mood in the ass," he smiled as the car sped off into the night toward it's next destination.     

Piccadilly Circus, Friday Night.

After leaving the driver and the Bentley parked conveniently close by in an alley, AJ strolled down the narrow sidewalk bathed in the neon glow of Piccadilly Circus. Clubs, Pubs, and Restaurants called to him, but he already had a destination in mind. He had altered his mode of dress slightly in the car, and added exotic black eyeliner around his eyes to give him a Goth-Egyptian appearance. He arrived at the roped doorway of The Dungeon Club, and with a delicate gesture and smile to the doorman, is admitted without hesitation.  

Once enveloped in the dark smokiness of the club, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim and black-lit room before venturing further. Moving like liquid blackness, he negotiated the crowed dance floor, and crossed to the staircase on the other side. Once reaching the second level, he continued on to the VIP section and found a familiar face, or rather, familiar backside.   "Mallow," he purred as he slipped his arms around the waist of a black clad youth with his back to him. He pressed his hips tight against the backside of the trapped young man, and leaned forward to place a firm bite on his left shoulder. Mallow shuddered, and for just a second his knees buckled. With a soft moan, he pressed back against AJ.   "Master, it has been so long," He said at last looking back over his shoulder into AJ's pale amethyst eyes.  

AJ returned the greeting with a hungry smile, then leaned in for a long kiss as Mallow spun within his grasp, sliding his hands around AJ's muscular form. AJ's kiss was fevered, hungry, and he nipped at the lips of his pet until they bled, then lapped at the crimson flow. Mallow melted against him, and with a tight grasp, AJ walked them backwards toward a large unoccupied booth, pressing Mallow down into it. The kisses became more passionate, hands traveled over bodies, across backsides and heated groins until AJ tossed his hair back, and with slightly accelerated breathing, looked down upon the dazed Mallow, "How will you pleasure me tonight, or do I seek out another?" he teased.  

Mallow looked up at AJ with wounded eyes, and quickly grabbing his Revenant's hand, kissed the back of it affectionately. AJ watched the youth with a gleam in his eyes, and then looked lazily around the club, their cavorting was hardly noticed by the other pleasure victims in attendance. A playful nip on his fingertips, being eagerly suckled upon by Mallow drew AJ's attention back down. With a feral snarl, and a thrust of his hips against Mallow's, AJ drew his sharpened fingernails down the center of Mallow's bare chest, "I hunger little one... Take me to a dark place and feed me," he whispered, staring into the blue eyes below his.

Mallow nodded, and as AJ moved back to let him sit up, then stand, he took his Master's hand and quickly led him to a private room. With hands shaking for a number of reasons, Mallow at last managed to unlock the nondescript black door just off to the side of the upper bar. Once the door is opened, he stepped aside, pressing himself against the wall as AJ passes by. AJ let his fingernails rake across Mallow's fishnet covered belly, leaving little red lines behind. Mallow's eyes roll up into his head and a moan follows as he makes a last check before slinking into the darkness behind AJ.  

No sooner was the door shut and bolted from the inside, when out of the dark, he was pounced upon. The weight of the unexpected attack dropped him heavily onto the mattress covered floor, with a grunt. Nervous laughter escaped from his lips as he felt eager hands slide over his chest and rip his fishnet shirt in two. Mallow cried out, chest heaving with erotic fear, then was silent when hot lips pressed against the hollow of his throat, "Oh, Master," he moaned, weakly lifting his hands up to slip through the soft hair at AJ's temples. AJ growled a savage reply, and bit down, eliciting a scream from Mallow. The throbbing industrial beat from the club was more than enough cover to drown out any sounds the couple might make in here, so AJ was not concerned.   AJ lapped playfully at the blood flowing from the wound he had made, tracing a a wet trail down the center of the bare chest with the tip of his tongue as his hands slid down to quickly unfasten the laces of Mallow's leather jeans. Kisses, alternated with fanged bites left a trail of marks down the smoothness of the boy's flesh. Mallow shuddered with each nip as he was stripped of his pants, and they were pushed down to his ankles.

Lifting his head to toss his long hair back out of the way, AJ raked his fingernails down the slender sides of the boy, drawing forth more cries from him. Mallow's cries then suddenly silenced, and a low moan shuddered from him when he felt a hand circle the base of his cock, and the wetness of a mouth slowly slip down upon him.   Mallow clutched at the worn, seedy mattresses under him, and panted, "Master, oh please," he whispered reverently as he was slowly and skillfully suckled. AJ smiled wickedly around the throbbing member in his mouth, and while raking a hand over Mallow's nipples, chest and belly, slid his other hand down to between the rounds of his pet's ass, probing eagerly. Mallow arched his back at the divine feeling, and gripped the mattresses desperately.   AJ timed his stokes of ascent and decent upon Mallow with the penetration of first one, then two fingers until Mallow fell into his rhythm. He hummed softly, sending electric shocks through the young mans member until he quite quickly brought him to climax. Mallow's hips started to buck wildly with the delicious release, but they were quickly pinned down with the strength of AJ's palms as he raked his fang teeth along the sides of Mallow's shaft, and he swallowed all his pet offered.   Leaving the still throbbing cock to stand alone in the damp air of the room, AJ leaned forward, covering Mallow's body with his own, to kiss the open gasping mouth.

Hitching his own hips up off of Mallow, AJ quickly unlaced and shucked his own leathers while under him, Mallow purred contentedly, and stroked at his Master's shoulders with delicate touches. With a feral growl, and quick directive movements, AJ lifted off of Mallow, and guided him into position beneath him. Mallow clutched the mattress with his fingers, kneading the well worn fabric as he felt AJ's body slip over and behind him, taking position between his spread thighs.   There was a tease, a rub from a thumb, then after a pool of saliva was added, Mallow took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, as AJ pressed into him. Mallow forced his breathing to slow, lowering his head, and letting his long hair fall forward as he felt his Master's cock stretch and fill his backside. He moaned aloud when AJ was fully sheathed inside of him, and held himself deep for what seemed a painful eternity, "Master, oh yes. It's so," he gasped, thighs trembling with the strain.   "I know, I know pet," AJ purred, moving his mouth to the nape of Mallow's neck where he bit down cruelly as he began to move within the body beneath him. Mallow cried out, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as his chest heaved for air. AJ's responding laugh was deep and utterly evil. He moved his arms around Mallow's chest, hugging to him tightly, and pinching his pierced nipples as he began to pump himself into the youth with a vengeance. Mallow moaned with each punishing thrust, then as AJ set into a rhythm, he reached back with his right hand, and grasped his own cock, stroking it as it revived anew.

When the pitch of his moans changed, AJ bit down again with such ferocity, Mallow's supporting arm gave out, and he was roughly dropped down onto the mattress below.   Sobs shook his body as he felt the warmth of blood from twin bites trace rivers over his shoulders and down his sides. Quickly resting his head on now folded arms, he felt AJ's hands grasp hold of his hips, and lift them while he continued to savagely work pleasure from him. AJ's breathing was quickly becoming ragged, and he was too close to cumming to lean and bite again. He tossed his hair back from his sweat dampened face, and panting aloud, dug his fingernails into the soft flesh at Mallow's hips as his body shuddered. With a final series of thrusts, he buried his cock deep into Mallow, filling him with long pulses of his semen.   Mallow sobbed as he was marked and claimed yet again by his Master, and shuddered when a moment later, AJ quickly withdrew from him, leaving him alone and shivering in the dark.    

Mallow listened in the inky darkness of the small room, but over the floor thumping music in the club beyond, he could hear nothing. Moving slowly he reached down to find the tops of his leather jeans, and began pulling them back up, "Master?", he called out in a shaky voice. He received no verbal answer, but the physical one was quite a shock. A custom python hide cowboy boot struck him in the ribs, sending him sprawling across the floor, where he landed in a sobbing heap. Quickly looking up and pulling his pants up, he saw a pair of luminescent lavender eyes watching him from across the room.   "Master, I..."  

"That was nice Mallow, don't you agree?" AJ said in a low, smooth tone, "Now, you know what I need to follow that up. I need you to find me payment for the pleasure I have shown you."   Mallow nodded quickly and after standing and re-lacing his jeans, he moved slowly toward the narrowed eyes watching him so closely. He folded his hands in front of him as he slowed his approach, lowering his eyes in deferment, "Do you have a preference tonight Master?", he asked quietly. He felt the shift of the mattresses under his feet as AJ approached, and flinched when he felt the weight of a gloved hand placed upon his bowed head.  

"I know you know, what I desire. My will goes with you Mallow," AJ whispered loud enough for him to hear, "You will not fail me, you never have," he said before lifting the youth's chin with a delicate finger, and kissing him softly, "Now go. I will await you here." AJ said releasing his touch on Mallow and slowly walking off into the darkness.   Mallow blinked, and touched his fingertips to his lips, still tingling from the kiss, and a number of sensations. Suddenly feeling empowered, and strong, he turned and exited the room, having no trouble at all now seeing in the pitch darkness.   Once his servant had departed, AJ smiled, and looked around the room, "This place could use just a BIT of reworking. After all," he mused, "We are expecting company."      

Later,  AJ sat on the large, ornate chair he had summoned for himself, and watched as Mallow and the young girl departed the redecorated chamber. Once the door had shut, he rose from the chair, and stood with arms outstretched, waiting.   From under the door, a blue-ish mist crept into the room, and slithered across the floor until it serpentined up and around his body. AJ closed his eyes, grinned wide, and letting his head fall back, he sighed, "Come to me darling," he whispered as the ghostly vapor made it's way up his body, to at last slip inside his open mouth. Once it had entered him, his entire body shivered, and a crackling ball of energy surrounded him. The intensity of the energy increased until it was a ball of blinding white light, then suddenly it exploded. When the light had faded, AJ rested on his hand and knees, panting from the experience. Quickly lifting his head to toss his hair back over his shoulders, he grinned, and slowly got to his feet, "Oooooh, what a rush!", he shouted.  

With a wave of his hands, the illusions in the room all began to disappear. The chairs, table, woven rugs, and other amenities summoned to make the fuck den a more pleasant place to conduct "business" faded from existence. As he picked up a thick black ribbon bound volume from a small round table, it faded away as well. AJ thumbed casually through the three inch volume, upon reaching the end, he glanced at the pair of signatures at the bottom of the last page, the crimson fluid now darkened and dried.   "Who needs the Make-A-Wish Foundation when you have me?" he grinned, slipping the contract under his coat, and making his way to the door.   Once inside the club again, the heat, smoke, and sound enveloped him like a blanket of sensory overload. His blood was rushing, and a tingle mortals could only dream of, and spend a life time seeking coursed though him like liquid lightening. He paused in the dark stairwell to throw several fast Omnite attack moves. Had there been an opponent, he would have snapped his neck effortlessly.   Letting out a fast sigh, he shook his head back and forth, trying to reign in the fresh power, "I need to fight or FUCK!" he shouted in the face of a Goth babe as he passed her on the dance floor. She lifted a black lace covered hand to stroke his chest, but he was already gone.   "Where did he go?" she wondered, looking around the dark club, then shrugging it off, she returned to dancing.  

AJ was already outside the club, head turning from side to side, as he tried to decide which way to go. Suddenly turning, he grabbed the doorman and lifted him easily by the lapels, slamming him up and back into the wall of the club, "Where's the REALLY bad part of this town?" AJ hissed in his face, his lavender eyes positively electric looking.   The large man stared, mouth agape at AJ for a second, realizing his feet were not touching the ground, and he blinked as he pointed to the right, "That, way Mate, bad blokes run there!" he stammered.   AJ nodded slowly, easing the man back down before releasing his grip on him, "Thanks man. You take care," he smirked as he patted the man's chest, and going in the direction indicated, fading into the night.      

Ten days later Saturday Evening, The Hellfire Club, London

The Grey Bentley with the blacked out windows paused at the huge wrought iron gate, there was only the briefest of delays until the gates electronic controls began to move. The gates parted silently and the car continued it's journey along the graveled driveway. Several other posh rides were already gathered in the circular drive. Rolls Royce, Jaguar, and Bentley were parked next to Maserati, Lamborghini, and the rare imported Harley Fat Boy.   AJ looked out the windows at the massive, Victorian era mansion with the same lustful gleam as a child on his maiden trip to Disneyland. For this place, refined and regal as it was on the outside, was the debaucherous Disneyland of his kind behind it's shaded windows, and soundproofed chamber doors.   As he was let out at the steps to the front porch, he paused, adjusting the custom black wool Armani suit he wore that night. He had chosen to leave the Rock and Roll chic behind, and dress beyond that. The scarlet silk Versace shirt and black leather tie under the suit coat was the perfect accent, and brand new black kangaroo hide boots set it all off nicely. His long ebony hair spilled over his shoulder and down his back, and just a touch of black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. Reaching into the car, he retrieved the black leather satchel full of "toys", then after slamming the door, ascended the stairs.   AJ smiled pleasantly at the tuxedoed attendant at the door as he reached into his inner coat pocket, and handed over the black invitation embossed in red foil. After the invitation was inspected, he was admitted to the house with a polite nod, "Enjoy your stay, sir."   The chilling grin AJ gave in return left no doubt that he would indeed.    

"So now I'm a demon do I have to start trying to barter for peoples souls?"   Cordelia asked Ethan softly as she sipped at her glass of champagne, dark eyes taking in the expensively dressed and cultured members of the Hellfire Club juxtaposed against the wholly subservient and nearly naked servants who glided unobtrusively through the expensively appointed rooms.   "If you want to, dearest. But I think we could find a better soul than any of the tarnished ones in here for you to sharpen your claws on. Half of them probably belong to one of the other of your relatives anyhow. Someone more challenging for you first conquest would be appropriate I think. Perhaps one of those do gooding idiots who were fool enough to spurn you? Can't you just imagine them groveling at your, quite delightful, feet and pleading for your attention?"  

"Ethan." Cordelia purred, "You do say the most endearing things." Catching sight of an distinguished older man, gray streaked hair brushed back from his face, that she recognized from the news eyeing her appreciatively she giggled softly. "And you know the most interesting places to take me."  

"Yeah, pet." Spike interjected, his bleached hair and colorless skin stark against the black leather he still wore, as he raised his head from the wan blonde slave he'd been feeding from. Wiping from the blood from the corner of his mouth he grinned fangily at his two companions. "But just think. If you were still with Xander you could be enjoying a romantic dinner for two at McDonalds."

Suddenly he paused, his pale blue eyes widening, as he glanced over Ethan's shoulder. "Well, well well, looks like my guest DID decide to take me up on the invite after all." Spike grinned wickedly, "Damn. He always looks nearly as good as I do for his age."  At the sound of Spike's rare admiration for another, both Cordelia and Ethan turned in the direction the Vampire had been looking.

Across the large room, they followed his gaze to the man sitting in a leather padded window seat. Two crimson haired female slaves knelt on the floor at his feet. One waited with head bowed, while the other was offering him a silver tray with several silver tiny shot glasses upon it. AJ was perusing them slowly, like a merchant inspecting diamonds as he closely examined first one, then another.   Ethan was the first to look from AJ, to the face of Cordelia and notice the rapt attention she was paying to the younger man, "You're drooling, pet. Close your mouth," he sneered under his breath.  

Cordelia switched her heavy gaze from upon AJ to glare at Ethan, eyes flaring at having been caught distracted, "Drooling? As IF I would go for... that... that seventies reject in BOOTS" she protested, if even a bit too enthusiastically.   Spike looked over at Cordelia, wiping his mouth on a silk napkin provided to him by another white blonde pleasure slave,

"Eighties actually," he corrected her disdainfully. "My pet, but you ARE behind the times, aren't you?"  

"Who is he?" Ethan growled evenly, loud enough for only the trio to hear.  

"Rock Star from the States," Spike offered, hungrily eyeing a pair of Asian nymph twins being led by on silver leashes, "I invited him," he finished returning his gaze to AJ.  

"Why?" was Ethan's suspicious monosyllabic reply.   Spike grinned wide, showing fangs still blood smeared, "He likes to party. HEAVY Party Animal in more ways than one," he said as they watched AJ at last select one of the cups, and lifting it to his lips toss down it's contents. "I hear through channels he kills for thrills," Spike grinned admiringly.  

They watched as AJ set the cup upside down on the tray, and proceeded to partake in three more of the "shots" before shoo-ing the slave away. With a wide smile he reached onto the seat beside him, and produced a silver colored mini sword of some sort. While the remaining slave remained with her head bowed, he reached down, grasping her wrist and drew it up near his mouth. With deft skill, he made a quick slicing motion with the tip of the weapon, and before a drop was lost, pressed her wrist to his mouth and began to drink eagerly from the wound. Slowly looking up from his "chaser", his eyes roamed the room, seeing he was being ignored for the most part. His eyes alit on Spike at last, a grin and a nod of recognition followed as he continued to drink from the slave.  

It was Spike's chuckle that broke Ethan's stare on the entrancing scene, "I like his style. Ecstasy with a Vitae Chaser," the vampire mused.  

Ethan turned to Spike, an even crueler smile upon his face, "He is Kindred then?"   Spike slowly shook his head, indicating the negative,

"No. He doesn't read as one. I can't _get_ a read on him actually, " Spike admitted.  

Ethan chuckled deeply, "Let a master at it boy. I will crack his nut..."

Cordelia rolled her eyes towards the heavens. "Puhleez," she drawled folding her arms across her chest. "Why don't you just ask him?"  

"Where would the sport be in that?" Spike sneered dusting off the sleeves of his black duster. "You Princess are too used to getting what you want without working for it."  

"And the problem with that would be?"  

"Children," Ethan cautioned the pair. His near black eyes grew darker as he scanned the area around the rock god for a clue to his nature and abilities. "Now, that dearest," he slipped his arm around the prom queen's waist once again, and whispered. "Is a soul that is past your considerable ability to charm any man with a pulse."  

Cordelia pouted and wrinkled her nose at Spike. "I don't know. I think I can still get to a man without a pulse too."  

"So would you be up for a wager my pet?"  

"Hey, don't I get t' play?" Spike protested with a smirk as he crossed leather clad arms over his chest. "I've always been a bettin' man, Ethan."  

"Surely, there's plenty of fun for all," he grinned, and indicating AJ with an inclination of his head, he continued, "Spike's guest over there. Whichever one of us gets into his pants, without using supernatural means, gets whatever they ask for..... within reason."  

"Now that is hardly a challenge." Cordelia chuckled, watching the lavender eyed rocked through lowered lashes, as she touched her tongue to her lower lip. "No offense Ethan but.... Spike?" Glancing sideways at the bleached blond Kindred she let a seductive smile curl her lips. "Which of us would you choose, Ethan? Spike?"  

"Hardly a fair question, sweetheart." Sipping lazily at his champagne Ethan smirked at his undead ally.

Spike returned an equally venomous grin in Cordelia's direction, "Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I am already up on you both by three rounds with Leather Boy over there...." he grinned, showing fang, "We go WAY back..."

Cordelia reacted with a look of utter disgust, and Ethan grinned a slimy look aof approval, "Well done. Well, that having been said..."

Spike waved off the dark mage with a twist of his pale hand, "Don't worry, I will let the two of you have your shot first. I KNOW I can bag the bugger again. I know what buttons to push," he said with a smirk and wandered off into the crowd.

AJ leaned back into the window seat, and looked lazily around the room, his glance fell again upon Spike, and just as he was wondering why he hadn't come over to greet him, he noticed he was conversing alternately with a tall thin man and a comely piece of brunette bus toy. Topic of their plotting, not sure. Subject, undoubtedly him. A quick probe found their minds actively shrouded, this was a fact he found a bit disconcerting considering the pretense was this was a pleasurable gathering.  

With a slow blink, he looked around the room assessed the rest of the layout. If this was a trap, it was an original place for one. The age old Street Instinct began to take over, and just as the Ecstasy was beginning to filter into his system, he decided to move. Moving with a languid grace he rose from the box seat, and collecting his duffel bag in one hand, moved toward the back of the Mansion. A few turns of a dimly lit, heavily carpeted hallway brought him to a staircase. Tactically, it was bad to head down when setting up a defensive position, but he has lots of advantages on his side.   The circular staircase wound around to the left, and midway down there was a candlelit alcove. AJ paused to look at the youth that was bound, and kneeling there in silent submission.

His skin was pale, almost alabaster and his ebony colored hair was straight, and smooth, with bangs falling over his closed eyes, and the ends of his hair just reaching to his ribs. His hands where clasped behind his neck, and his smooth chest pushed forward while his knees were spread apart, exposing his leather thong covered groin. AJ smiled, and reaching out, running a single fingertip down the center of the young man's chest. Almost as if he had been dozing, the slave sucked in a breath, and shivered. AJ then used the same finger to lift his chin up so he might inspect his face.   The delicate androgynous beauty caught even AJ by surprise. Shyly the young man glanced up to AJ, revealing eyes of a startling green color before he turned his gaze downward.  

"What do they call you pretty one?" AJ purred, letting his hand slide down over the smooth muscular chest to play along the soft bulge concealed in leather.   "Rafe, Master," he answered softly.   "Rafe," AJ repeated, considering the possibilities now presenting themselves. The weirdness of Spike and his troupe for the moment was forgotten. "What do you like to do Rafe?" AJ purred as he leaned in close, letting the tip of his nose touch the soft skin of the youth's throat, inhaling his scent. He smelled of Jasmine and, Opium?   "I desire to be played with Master, in any way that pleases you," he answered quietly, his voice catching in his throat when he felt sharp teeth place a nip on his tender skin.   AJ smiled, and placed a hand along the side of Rafe's face, cradling it as he placed a trail of nips around his throat to the spot just under Rafe's left ear, where he paused to bite, and suckle harder. Rafe moaned quietly, and shivered when he felt a strong grip cover his hardening shaft and massage it firmly.   "Then let's go play," AJ said after a long moment, and after grasping the silver leash from the hook in the alcove, led Rafe away to a more suitable play area.    

Later, AJ walked slowly around the chained youth, running a smooth leather gloved hand over the dampened flesh of Rafe's ribs. He made little satisfied noises with his mouth as he took a respite from the flogging he had been dealing to the slave. Rafe's back was cherry red, a criss cross map of lash marks, and several bruising bite marks decorated his buttocks, shoulders, and arms.   Rafe sensed the break in the play, and lowered his head down to take several long, slow breaths.   "Enjoying yourself?" AJ purred near his right ear as he slung the flogger over his shoulders, and slid both hands over the boys smooth wet form.   "Yes, oh yes Master," the young man panted, then turned a glazed expression toward AJ's beaming gaze so near to him.   AJ smiled, and leaned in closer. He grasped a long handful of Rafe's hair, and pulled his head to the side, baring the side of his neck to him. Rafe shivered, closing his eyes when he felt the tip of AJ's tongue slide along the damp saltiness of his throat, then he cried out when he felt AJ bite down.   "Ahhhh!" Rafe cried, his knees going out from the sensation, leaving him hanging slack in the restraints on the wall.   AJ grinned, continue to work the wound he was making, and then glanced calmly to the stairs as he heard footsteps approaching.      

Cordelia placed one hand on the railing as she made her way down the stairs towards the leather clad rockstar. She narrowed her dark eyes as she watched him slowly biting into the bound slave's neck. "You know there are easier ways to do that. I've been around enough vampires to know.... why don't you just cut him?" she asked giving him one of her trademark dazzling smiles, the ones the little peons in Sunnydale begged to receive. She took a few more steps forward smoothing down the tight fabric of her skirt, giving him a chance to really look at her long legs.   She bent forward over the boy's neck letting her long hair fall over AJ's hand. "I could help you," she purred licking at her darkly glossed lips. "My name's Cordelia."

AJ looked up from his softly moaning victim, and into the dark eyes of the young woman who was now standing so close to him. Slowly he lifted his mouth from the side of Rafe's neck, and lifted a hank of the man's hair to his mouth to wipe it free of the smears of blood that were there. He then stroked the top of the young man's fevered head in a soothing manner, "Rest my pet, catch your breath," he said softly, his eyes never leaving Cordelia's.  

"Thank you, Master," Rafe breathed softly, as he relaxed in his bindings, and closed his eyes.   AJ ran delicate fingers down the center of Rafe's moist back, feeling the pattern of welts he had placed there as he circled around to come from behind the youth. He looked Cordelia slowly up and down in a blatant assessment, a cruel smile forming on his face as he returned his gaze to her face,

"Are you the best they could muster?" He purred as he circled her slowly, not unlike a predatory animal sizing up his prey, "Are you the one they have sent with a stake concealed to drive into my black heart?" he smirked.   The look of indignation that initially crossed her face caused him no end of amusement.  

"As _if_ I would need a stake to do in the likes of you," she spat, contempt dripping venom from each word she spoke, "I could squash you without having to do more than raise a finger in your direction," she announced with an arrogant toss of her head, slipping her long hair back over her shoulders as she folded her arms in front of her, positioning them under her ample cleavage to give them an enticing lift.   AJ's low chuckle resounded in the small room as he stopped circling, and folded his arms over his chest as well and struck a casual pose, leaning his weight on his left foot, "Yeah, many have tried," he smiled, tossing his own long hair back over his shoulders, "So tell me your game sweetheart, I'm sort of in the middle of something here, and I don't want him to get cold," he grinned, as his lavender colored eyes twinkled ever so slightly in the pale light.    

The cheerleader from Hell pouted at the rockstar. "What's my game?" She asked trailing a long nailed finger down the buttons of his shirt, slipping it through to feel the hot flesh beneath. "I saw you upstairs. I liked what I saw," she purred bringing the fingers that had just touched him to her lips to kiss.   She stepped between AJ and the still quivering slave boy. Reaching up she wrapped his black hair around her hands, and pressed her hips against his until she felt him responding. "Come play with me?" she chuckled releasing him. "But don't take too long.... never know when I might find another playmate upstairs."      

AJ licked his lips slowly watching Cordelia's fingers play along his chest, then slowly gazed upward to stare into her eyes, "Play with you?" he smiled in a serpentine way, as his own hand reached out to stroke his fingertips along the swell of her left breast, "I could be interested in that," he said quietly, "But I like to play rough!" he said in a low growl as his right hand clutched down, grabbing hard onto her breast. He grinned at the sudden shocked look on her face, and quickly lunging forward, wrapped his left arm around her shoulders as he pressed her backwards, and pressed his mouth over hers.   Her mouth was already open from the halted scream of surprise, and his tongue found easy access. He continued to move until he felt her back encounter the wall where Rafe was chained. AJ pressed harder, grinding his hips against hers, letting her feel the hardened arousal there. After giving her a few mock thrusts of his groin, he shifted his footing slightly, wedging his right leg between her thighs, thwarting any possibility of a nut shot as he continued to hold her tight, and enjoy her equally cold and venomous kiss.

Meanwhile, upstairs.

"Can I open a Hellmouth?" Ethan queried, arching his eyebrows slightly, as he parted his lips to dismiss the idea. Then he paused, a thoughtful light dawning in his jet eyes, as he touched the chill rim of his glass against his lower lip. "Not.. not on my own at least."  

Leather creaked softly as Spike crossed his arms over his chest and let a feral grin curve his lips to reveal the lethal curve of his fangs.   "I can practically see the wheels turnin' in yer head, mate." He drawled, eagerness glittering in his eyes at the prospect of mayhem and slaughter, as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. "So can ya open a yawning pit into hell or not?"  

"Before Sunnydale I wouldn't have been able to but now..." Ethan's voice trailed away as a cruel smile curled his lips. The expression was less openly predatorial than that of the fanged kindred at his side but the hunger in the depths of his dark eyes was just as real. Since Ahriman, incarnate in the body of the Immortal Cassidy, had granted him increased power in the depths of the tunnels that honeycombed that dark town he had been relearning the limits of his ability. He would still not be eager to cross magicks with the likes of Vashti or her demon sire but this spell that he had once regretfully abandoned as too draining was now within his reach.

"...Actually I might be able to. It won't be easy though and I will need your help, Spike."  

"For wot?" The white blond Kindred asked suspiciously. He and Ethan might be on the same side at the moment, even allies, but he wasn't daft enough to think that he could trust the dark Mage. "Cos I ain't touched in me head enough to just agree to one of your schemes without knowing who you're selling to wot, Ethan."  

"Oh just a little torture, rape and mass slaughter of innocent virgins." Idly adjusting the cuffs of his silk shirt Ethan smiled lazily at the suddenly interested vampire. "I'd be ever so grateful."  

"Now you're talking." Spike laughed darkly as he clapped his magic using companion hard enough on the shoulder to stagger him. "And there was me starting to think you'd forgotten me birthday."  

<<OH SHIT!>> Cordelia stared open eyed at AJ as he trust her back against the wall again pinning her like a bug on a windshield. <<I DO NOT LIKE THIS.>> Her heart was pounding hard, and she could feel her breath coming in painful rasps. "Get off of me," she snarled her eyes now glowing red in anger as well as fear. "I am not some nobody." Dark energy began to crackle between her taloned finger tips.   She ran her hand down the length of his body until she found his bulging erection. Cupping him none too gently with her demon born strength she sent a charge of power through him knocking him away from her. "I've changed my mind," she snapped back at him before he could reach her again striking at him with one her black feathered wings.  

"Ethan!" the Hellspawn Prom Queen shouted sending her plea vocally and psychically as she bolted up the stairs to find her lover and teacher. "The bet is off, or you can win. Take your pick," Cordelia snapped at him when she found him talking to Spike.   The vampire looked at her with arched eyebrows.

"You may want to tone it done a bit luv," he chuckled. "Although the wings do look bitchin' with the dress and heels."    

AJ was caught off guard by the unexpected magickal attack, but easily ducked the wing blow. He kept a slightly defensive pose as the charge she had given his crotch was not the most pleasant of sensations. He grinned however, and watched as the Would-be Temptress scuttled up the stairs, her feathers definitely ruffled. His now mocking laughter followed her up the stairs and out of the basement room, echoing off of the stone walls. He stood there a moment and pondered what he had just seen. He had heard of succubi, but had never seen one up close in mid form. He glanced at Rafe, still blindfolded, and thus was saved from the delirium that would have surely overtaken him had he seen the sudden transformation.  

Shrugging, he returned to Rafe, running a hand over the youth's muscular frame, and wrapping himself around him in a tight embrace as he resumed suckling on his neck, "I'm sorry baby, that was such an unfortunate interruption," he purred as his fangs worked the side of his prisoners neck.   Rafe gasped, swooning in AJ's grasp. AJ's eyes twinkled ever so slightly as he glanced around the room, holding the limp pleasure victim in his arms. His keen vision caught sight of something on the floor, and momentarily leaving his embrace of Rafe, he moved to the center of the room, and crouched down. Carefully he reached out and collected two shimmering black feathers left behind by his skittish visitor. He lifted them up in the pale candlelight, watching the light shimmer along their ebony lengths, "Ah, a souvenir from my Temptress. Merci ma petite," he purred as he carefully tucked the feathers into an inner pocket of his jacket, and returned to remove the unconscious Rafe from the wall.  

"Time to try something new my lovely. Let's see what else we can find to do here," he smiled as he collected his bag, and carrying Rafe over one shoulder, descended farther into the Basement dungeon.

Ethan gentled Cordelia, wrapping a glamor around her until she could regain control of her still newly fledged powers, and drew her slender body into his arms. Warm hands caressed her spine as he murmured reassuring compliments into her ear until she drew her usual air of reassured arrogance around her again.   "It's all right, my dear." Catching a flute of champagne from a tray cradled by a passing slave he pressed it into her slender hands.

"I think that water was just a little too deep for you. The object of our Spike's admiration seems to be a bigger fish than I'd suspected."  

"Well I don't like him." Cordy hissed as she swept her hair over her shoulder, the lustrous mass spilling down to the small of her back, and took a delicate sip from her glass. Raising her eyes to Ethan's face she sniffed in annoyance as she caught the thoughtful frown that touched his forehead. "And I've told you to stop that. It's going to leave a wrinkle."  

"Who's going to notice one more bleedin' wrinkle on that mug?" Spike sneered good naturedly, untouched by the evil glower from the demon cheerleader, as he smoothed a hand over his short cropped peroxide white hair.  

"At least he doesn't look like a Q-tip." The dark haired half demon sniffed haughtily at the pale Kindred.  

"Children, please." Ethan sighed as he cradled the side of Cordelia's flawless face in the palm of his hand Ethan captured her mouth with his and kissed her thoroughly until he felt her relax into his body. "Why don't the two of you keep yourselves amused whilst I go and have a look at this fellow. He might be useful." Chewing briefly on Cordelia's lip he purred against her mouth. "Spike can tell you about our new plan while I'm gone."  

Ethan padded into the lower levels of the 'playrooms', the ripe scent of blood and sex filling his senses, and a predatory smile curled his lips as he saw the black clad man crouched over the bowed form of one of the toys provided.   Cocking his head to the side the darkly handsome Mage sauntered into the room and his smile turned sensual as AJ turned to look at him with narrowed lavender eyes.   "The fresh meat didn't bait the trap. So now they send in the seasoned." Prowling with wild cat fluidity around the thin, dark man, running long looks over Ethan's silk clad body as if he was about to buy it, "Perhaps at least you'll have a few more tricks than the demonic little temptress that was here before."  

"You'd be surprised at the tricks I know." Ethan purred low in his throat, hunger hooding his eyes, as AJ moved up close behind him, then placing a hand in the center of his back, pushed him forward towards a raised dais in the center of the room. The hard edge of the table pressed against Ethan's lower abdomen as AJ pressed himself against his back. Reaching behind him he ran his hands down the rock star's hips, his touch a heated electric charge that sent pulses of near painful pleasure through the already sensitized nerves of AJ's groin, and lazy satisfaction filled his eyes as he felt the bulge of the other man's erection thrust against his hips and heard the quickly bitten back groan. "But that's not what's on offer,"  He purred low.

"No?" Irritation touched the shadowed velvet of AJ's voice as he reached around to grip Ethan's crotch in a none too gentle hand and roughly manipulated the roused flesh he found there. "Maybe I should take it anyhow?"  

"You don't want to do that." Unabashed by the pleasure that his companion's touch was catalyzing the dark Mage licked his lower lip as he pressed back against the hard body behind him, "Because then you won't get what else I have to offer... power."   As the whispered words filled the room Ethan twisted around in AJ's grasp to face the other man. His ebony eyes were pits of hellfire and the strangely twisted shadows traced ash dark patterns over his pale cheeks.  

"Enough power that the pleasures the Hellfire Club offers would seem like a scout troop in comparison. If you're interested call by my home." Leaning suddenly forward Ethan kissed AJ savagely, his probing tongue filling the other man's mouth with the sour tang of Bourbon, and then slithered out of his grasp. "You had best attend to your little pet. We can play later if you decide you're interested in my offer."

With a repulsed spit and a wipe to his mouth, AJ let loose a feral snarl, and moving like a cobra, swooped after the exiting Mage and caught him easily, perhaps too easily. Gripping the slender man's shoulders in his hands, AJ spun him around to look at him, "I don't know what sort of game you and your third string whore have going, or what that limey bastard Spike is up to, but you are going to enlighten me," he hissed as he repeated the same move he had used on Cordelia, shoving the older man backward until he collided with the wall. Ethan's head struck the stone behind, and a groan was forced from him with the impact before he returned his own dread gaze at the Rockstar holding him fast.  

"You would be wise to let go of me, boy," Ethan hissed, "I am much more than I appear, and much more than the girl," he said evenly, lifting his hands up to push against AJ's chest. He noted the firm sculpture of muscle beneath the fine shirt AJ wore, and a flash of lust and curiosity crossed his wicked mind. Later, there would be time for that later.  

"Well, no one ever said I was wise, Old Man," AJ taunted in reply and letting go of Ethan's left shoulder quickly brought up his fist in a bone jarring blow to the side of Ethan's jaw. Ethan staggered with the blow, and AJ tossed his hair back, and began to bounce about on the balls of his feet, his fists drawn up as if he were ready to box. "Come on Old Man, talk to me tell me what you REALLY want. Tell me before I beat it out of you!" he said before his second strike caught the recovering Mage in the gut, doubling him over with a gasp.   "Tell me!!" AJ yelled, his tenor voice echoing off of the stone walls and back again, "Tell me, or I will call forth ones to make you talk!" he growled as he glanced to the singular exit of the chamber, and a wall of stone quickly stacked itself into place, sealing the room off from the outside world, or interference.

The dark mage recovered quickly from the punch to the gut, the rigors of dark sorcery had kept him fitter than his slender appearance and debauched lifestyle would suggest, and he spat a mouthful of blood onto the cold stone floor. As he looked up at the violet eyed Rock Star his pit black eyes swam with the black flames of hellfire and the smirk that curled his blood stained lips was rife with anticipation.

"Now, dear boy." He purred in low dark rasp as the blood he'd spilled started to boil and fingers of dark crimson mist coiled over the floor. "I am one of your bretheren, let me save you the effort."

The blood dark mist tangled in knotted patterns across the floor, forming an insubstantial pentagram on the floor, in response to the subtle gestures of Ethan's supple fingers. As the complicated pattern was completed, translucent crimson flames roared up silently and long twisted ropes of copper and crimson lashed out to bind AJ within chains of ruby fire.

"Let me out of here, Old Man." AJ hissed as he strained his muscles against the hell forged chains, ignoring the slow rise of heat he could feel where the flames were wrapped around his skin. He watched the slender mage through a tangled curtain of black hair behind which his pitch rimmed eyes peered balefully. "Let me out and I'll make your death easy." Exasperated rage flared in AJ's eyes as the dark mage just arched his eyebrows, dabbing at the blood on his lips with a white silk handkerchief, and watched the slow writhe of sculpted musculature with lazily appreciative eyes. "Do you really think you can hold ME here you limey son of a.."

A murmured word filled AJ's mouth with a gag of fire, the heat just short of painful, as Ethan stepped through the curtain of fire. The breath cut in AJ's throat as the dark haired mage ran his slender fingers lightly down his chest. Under the gentle, feather light touch the silk of his shirt peeled away as if parted by a knife, falling in ribbons to the floor around his snakeskin shod feet, and his skin stung as if under the caress of a whip as reddened welts rose on his chest.

"Now, now. Lets not get personal shall we? And you aren't really in a position to utter threats now are you?" Ethan purred as he leaned into AJ's hard muscled form and slid his hand down to cup the Rock Star firmly through the thin material of his pants. "You're just lucky that I'm not the type to hold grudges. As for what I want." Ducking his head he licked AJ's skin, skilled fingers still teasing a response from the raging musician's flesh, and then bit his collarbone sharply. "Chaos, death, power and the humiliation and lingering humiliation of my enemies. I'm going to open a Hellmouth and bind it to my will. Basically I want to be a god and rule a world shaped in my image? Not much to ask out of life is it?"

Stepping back he smoothed the front of his indigo blue silk shirt and eyed AJ thoughtfully for a second. "My offer of an alliance still stands.." Twisting an long fingered hand through a complicated gesture, a blue glow starting to form around his expensively clad form, Ethan grinned mockingly at AJ as the flame chains started to dissolve. "Just ask Spike for directions if you're interested and I make a better ally than I do an enemy."

AJ's bonds dissolved and he lunged for the slender, dark haired man just as the teleportation spell snatched Ethan from his grasp. Left with a handful of air and the fading echo of the Mage's laughter the bare chested Rock Star snarled in irritation.

AJ stood there for several long moments, his mind trying to decide between bringing the entire house down around him, and a more subtle form of venting his anger. He was being fucked with, and not in the way he enjoyed. He pondered Ethan's offer of power and chaos, "Like I can't do that on my OWN old Dude," he sneered, ripping the last remnants of his rendered shirt from his shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Rafe's soft moan from the corner of the room made him turn for just a second in that direction, "Oh yes, then there is you," he sighed. Shaking his long hair back over his shoulders, and brushing his bangs back into place, he retreated into the dark corner where he had left Rafe.

Moments later, AJ emerged from the darkened corner, and knelt down on the floor, first placing a black corded volume into this bag, then the other toys used earlier. He had just zipped up the bag when the bluish-white light mist crept across the floor, and swirled around him. AJ smiled and wrapped his arms around himself, and smiled as the soul of the young man swirled around him, and melded into him. He smiled, feeling the youth, lust and desire that came with it. His hallow laugh echoed off of the walls of the chamber, "Power, you know nothing of the power I play with old man," he whispered, then once the transformation was complete, he collected his bag and with a wave of his hand removed the illusional wall and made his way up the stairs, "I think I shall leave this place now, it bores me so."