Angel's First Lesson

Disclaimer: I do not own this movie or its characters. This is property of David Fincher and Fox, and I am only borrowing them for a bit.
Author’s Notes:
1.This is a missing scene from Fight Club that dwells deeper into the reasons why the Narrator (Edward Norton) felt the need to beat Angel Face to a bloody pulp.
2.Italics represent the Narrator’s inner thoughts.
3.The Narrator’s point of view comes in and out during this story. I think that it is obvious when this happens…I hope that I am right.


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They arrived in the living room together watching as Bob and another member presented the newest applicant to them for their approval. The Fight Club had quickly gained popularity among men who were desperate to break the mold society had created for them, and for months, Tyler had been showing them all how to let go of the things in life that didn’t matter…jobs, cars, material possessions, and instead focus on the pain and intensity of becoming the men they really were on the inside. However, now Tyler was forming an army for some other purpose, and the boy standing in front of them was its newest applicant.

Tyler inspected the newest applicant to his army with intense scrutiny. The boy had been allowed in the house, but it was up to Tyler if the boy would be allowed to stay. Tyler looked the blonde up and down walking in circles around the younger man like he was prey for the lions.

Tyler stepped up close to the platinum blonde’s face, “I’m not sure if you’re what we’re looking for. You seem too pretty to be in the army, fragile really.”

The applicant looked directly in Tyler’s eyes, as if pleading, “I want this Sir…I need this.”

“Too easy a target,” Tyler quickly added. “Any mission we did, you’d stand out, be easily identified.”

What missions? Why is he forming this army?

“I could wear a ski mask Sir,” the boy suggested. “Dye my hair, shave it off, I don’t care. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Just please let me stay.”

Tyler tossed a glance over his shoulder at his friend, eyes twinkling in amusement, “You’d be willing to show me why you deserve to be a part of this anarchy, this chaos, this new way of life?”

The blonde nodded, “Yes Sir, anything.”

“Would you suck my dick?” Tyler challenged. “Let me fuck your ass until I shot my load inside you?”

The boy looked nervously around at Bob and the other members, “Is that what you normally do to new applicants?”

“Of course,” Tyler lied smiling widely. “Fucking is like fighting…the adrenaline, the pain, the pleasure, the animalistic urges…becoming something or someone else for those few fleeting moments.”

The blonde’s blue eyes flickered around again, obviously trying to gage if the other members had gone through the same process, but none of the other men would look the boy in the eye. They all stared at the floor pretending that Tyler was doing no wrong.

Why are they not speaking out? Why am I not speaking out? When did Tyler become so controlling and consuming?

Tyler licked his lips and ran his hand softly down the boy’s pale smooth cheek, “There’s nothing to be afraid of…it’s all part of the mayhem that is the Fight Club.”

The boy stepped back from Tyler’s caress, “I’m not sure if…”

“Then get out,” Tyler interrupted. “You’re obviously not what we’re looking for.” He picked up the boy’s duffel bag of belongings, yanked open the front door, and tossed the bag out onto the porch. “You’re wasting my time.”

Leave before it’s too late. Get out while you still can. Go and live the Calvin Kline model life that you’re meant to live. Be a Hollywood commodity and live for yourself rather than be free from the clutches of society.

The younger man looked poignantly at Tyler and sighed in apparent defeat, “I’ll do it Sir.”

Without hesitation, Tyler stepped out onto the porch and grabbed the boy’s bag, “That’s what I like to hear.” Tyler strolled past Bob and the others, grabbed the boy’s hand, and lead him up the stairs toward his bedroom.

I am Jack’s sense of betrayal.

He reluctantly followed the pair upstairs, knowing that Tyler expected for him to watch. Obviously, he was meant to learn something yet again about breaking the boundaries of rules and defying society. He could see it in Tyler’s eyes…there was a lesson to be learned.

Once the bedroom door was closed, he watched as Tyler pushed the boy down to his knees. He looked on as Tyler rubbed his crotch along the pretty boy’s lips, dread feeling his stomach as he watched his best friend preparing to fuck the newest member of the army. He had to admit to himself that the newest applicant was quite stunning, beautiful really, but he couldn’t stomach the idea of taking advantage of the misguided boy. Tyler had never fucked any of the other members, but yet here he was telling the boy that it was part of his initiation into the army.

His lie becomes my lie…

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Tyler crooned looking down at the boy on his knees. “Like an angel or something.” Tyler could feel his member hardening as he rubbed it back and forth across the boy’s perfect mouth. “What you running from Angel? Why you want to be a part of this dysfunctional family?”

They’re all running from something; society’s views on them, their dull and uneventful jobs, their nightmares.

The boy’s intense blue eyes gazed upon Tyler like he was his fucking salvation, “I want to be needed…to belong somewhere.”

“I’m sure with that face, you could belong to anyone you wanted,” Tyler replied unbuttoning his pants and undoing his belt.

“It’s an illusion,” the boy remarked hands trembling as he unzipped Tyler’s pants. “They pretend that they love me and that they care for me, but they only use my body, treat me like property…like a trophy.”

I am Jack’s sense of guilt.

“Can’t really blame them on that,” Tyler cruelly replied pushing his pants off his hips. “You’re something else that’s for sure Angel.” Tyler pulled his long swollen cock out of his boxers and stroked it, “However, I can promise you that I will never treat you like property. You are your own man here, free to do whatever it is you want to do, break all the rules you want…once I’m through with the initiation of course.”

He looked on as Tyler ran his bulbous leaking head along Angel’s mouth, the precum glistening on those perfect cock sucking lips. He didn’t want to watch the boy being deceived and defiled, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away as Tyler’s thickness began pushing inside the pretty boy’s mouth. It was obvious that the boy knew what he was doing as he sucked the thick shaft down his throat, taking the entire length into his mouth, feasting on Tyler’s cock like his was fucking starving.

Tyler looked down at the beauty below him and smiled, “Damn Angel, you’re good at that…feels so fucking good. You like sucking me off like this?”

Angel’s blue eyes flashed up towards Tyler and he nodded his head eagerly as his hands pushed Tyler’s pants and boxers down to his ankles. Angel’s pale graceful fingers caressed Tyler’s thighs, squeezing them gently as he continued sucking on the throbbing shaft that was in his mouth.

He was mesmerized by the boy who seemed to get off on teasing Tyler with his tongue and mouth. He watched as Angel released the prick only to begin licking it up and down…the spit shimmering on the cock as the boy licked and sucked on Tyler’s shaft; the boy gagging himself as he forced himself down to the root, pubic hair itching his nose.

Tyler held onto the back of Angel’s neck, forcing the boy down onto his cock, smiling when he heard Angel gagging, trying to breathe, but he didn’t release the boy causing spit to ooze out of Angel’s mouth down his chin and down his neck. Tyler finally showed some mercy and allowed Angel to grab a breath before leading his mouth down back onto his leaking prick, “Fuck…you’re good at this, so fucking sexy with that cock in your mouth.”

Angel was pushing at Tyler’s hips, trying to regain control over the situation, but Tyler continued choking him on his dick on purpose, and all Angel could do was gasp for air when he had a chance.
He knew he should leave the pair, leave Angel to his own demise, leave Tyler to brainwash and control his newest member, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from the debauchery in front of his face.

I should stop this, stop Tyler from fucking up the boy more than he already is…but that would mean caring for the boy, and I can’t be bothered with caring about anything but the Fight Club.

“Could fuck your face all night Angel…sweet little mouth you got there,” Tyler moaned. He pulled his dick out of the boy’s mouth and slapped Angel on the cheeks with his erection. “You have such an angel face…so perfect, too damn perfect really.” Tyler ran his cock over the boy’s mouth again, “Stick out your tongue.” He rubbed the swollen red head of his prick over the slick muscle, enjoying the hint of shame in the beautiful blue eyes beneath him. “You want to be fucked by the infamous Tyler Durden? Want this fat cock up your tight ass?”

“Yes,” Angel softly replied.

Tyler yanked off his own shirt and tossed it to the floor, “Stand up and take off your clothes for me.”

He subconsciously licked his lips as he stared openly at Tyler’s sculpted tanned body. A lean torso with defined abs, a rounded plump ass, and a strong set of shoulders accentuated his best friend’s perfect body. Tyler was everything he wasn’t; confident, defiant, sex on legs, and charismatic, and a part of him wished that it were he getting ready to be fucked and defiled rather than the image of blonde perfection in front of him.

Tyler felt his dick getting impossibly hard as the younger man took off his clothes, revealing milky flawless skin, long thin legs, and a bubble butt that begged to get fucked hard. The smaller man was sensual in his beauty, but the hard cock dangling down between his legs was a reminder that this was a man; not, a frail flower that could be damaged with rough handling.

Tyler yanked the boy into his arms, rubbing their naked chests together, and licking at the pretty boy’s succulent neck. He grabbed the boy’s ass cheeks and squeezed them hard earning a moan of pain from Angel. “You’re a real beauty Angel…so eager and horny for me.” He ran a finger tip down Angel’s cleft and pushed it inside the boy’s dry hole.” Angel jerked in his arms and moaned even louder from the rough handling. “Special rule for you Angel…always be lubed and ready for me.”

“I thought you said I was free to do whatever I wanted to do, be who I wanted to be once this night was over,” Angel argued wincing as the finger inside him plunged in even farther.

“That was before I felt your mouth on my cock and saw you naked,” Tyler softly laughed. “I have a feeling you and I are going to be spending quite a bit of time together.”

I am Jack’s seething jealousy.

“Get on your knees on the bed,” Tyler commanded releasing the smaller man from his strong grip.

He watched as Angel got into position on the old mattress that was covered with a stained, thread-bare, white, sheet. The vision of perfection breathtaking; Angel with his torso on the bed, his perky gorgeous ass in the air begging to get fucked, and his thighs spread apart, beckoning Tyler…wanting to get used by the great Tyler Durden.

It’s what he knows best, it’s familiar to him, he’s just a hole to get fucked, just a hole to use, just a body to possess and claim…property, a toy, less than human.

“Spread your ass apart for me,” Tyler ordered as his large tanned hands caressed the creamy skin on Angel’s thighs. “Let me see that little pussy hole.”

Angel reached back and spread his cheeks as far as part as he could, ashamed that he was acting so wanton for the man behind him, but Tyler Durden was impossible to resist; so sexual, so enigmatic, so controlling, and at ease with himself. Angel had come to the house in an attempt to find the man that was inside him, a man who stood up for himself, a man who didn’t let himself be treated like property; but instead, he was faced with the same shit he was trying to escape, and for some reason he didn’t seem to mind it as much as he should have.

He watched from the corner of the room as Tyler got on his knees behind Angel running his eager tongue up and down Angel’s crack. He wondered what the younger man tasted like, wondered if it felt good, and wondered if Tyler would ever do it to him if he asked.

I am Jack’s sexual fantasy…his most secret of desires.

Tyler caressed his slick tongue up and down Angel’s cleft, licking the puckered hole, loving the musky smell and spicy taste of the beauty’s ass. He smiled when he heard the boy whimpering and moaning as he pushed his tongue inside the boy’s heat. Tyler’s tongue went in and out of the hole, his dick leaping in excitement as he imaged how tight the boy’s ass would be, and he reached down and squeezed his shaft trying to gain control of his treacherous body.

Angel kept pulling his cheeks apart, grinding his cock up against the bed as Tyler ate his ass, rimmed him with this hot tongue, causing him to tremble and moan in need. He was ashamed of coming undone so quickly, but something about Tyler Durden made him want to submit.

After a few more thrusts inside Angel’s tightness, Tyler pulled away from Angel’s ass and slapped it a few times instead enjoying the red marks that appeared on the pale flesh. “You ready Angel? Ready to understand the true meaning of the Fight Club, to understand what it means to lose all inhibitions, to let yourself do what you want to do rather than what you are expected to do?”

“Yes,” Angel replied as Tyler flipped him over onto his back. “I’m ready to be shown and to learn.”

“That’s my sweet Angel,” Tyler beamed brightly as he spat on his cock and rubbed the wetness onto his steel-hard shaft. “Let me in, and I’ll show you the real meaning of life.”

He watched as Tyler’s thick girth began slowing impaling the smaller body beneath him. The hiss of pain and moans of discomfort coming from Angel made him wince.

You’re supposed to be showing me the real meaning of life.

Tyler pushed Angel’s thighs down to his chest and pushed in without stopping. The pain would be good for the boy to feel. After all, pain was inevitably in the Fight Club. “Let me in Angel…open up for me. Take the pain and pleasure…feel alive for the first time in your life.”

Angel forced his eyes to open and looked at the handsome face above him. The pale blue eyes stared down at him as his body was breached by the thick shaft, “I want you in me Tyler…I’m trying to let you in.”

“I know you are Angel,” Tyler moaned from above as he slipped the last few inches inside the impossible tightness of the boy’s hole. He pulled back out and pushed back in causing Angel’s back to arch of the mattress. “You feel me inside you?” He pulled back out again and plunged slowly back inside the lithe body beneath him, “You like being controlled like this? Submitting to another man’s will?”

“No,” Angel whimpered as the dick was pulled out and pushed back inside him, over and over, again and again. His hands balled up in the sheet holding on for dear life as Tyler possessed him with his hardness and consuming passion.

“Liar,” Tyler challenged. “It’s okay to want this…if this is what you really want and not because society tells you that a beauty like yourself is meant to be treated like this.” Tyler could feel the body beneath him trembling and slowed his pace, making sure that he hit Angel’s sweet spot with each gentle thrust. “It’s always hard to admit the truth Angel, but it’s the first step in learning who you really are…embracing your inner self, excepting that some of the things you are forced to do for society’s sake is not who you are, but at the same time realizing that there are things in this world that do truly satisfy you.”

He taught me these things with his fist, with violence; not with his dick, because I’m not pretty like Him…like his blonde Angel Face…I am Jack’s resentment.

“I do like to submit,” Angel admitted as a spike of pleasure ran up his spine. “It makes me happy to be like this with a man,” Angel panted trying to catch his breath, “but I don’t like it when I’m expected to bend over at a snap of a finger.”

Tyler stilled inside the body beneath him, “Then that is what you need to fight against. You will need to learn to say no and to not do as you are commanded because it is expected of you.”

“You will teach me how to do this?” Angel asked gasping as the body above him began thrusting in and out once again.

“Yes,” Tyler moaned as he began to piston in and out of the tight hole. “No more talking now…only fucking.” He pummeled the body beneath him, hard and fast, sweat running down his tanned face, eyes focused on his cock as it pumped into the perfect ass beneath him.

Angel could hear Tyler’s ass slapping up against his thighs, could feel the sweat dripping down onto him, and could feel his own balls tightening in anticipation of the orgasm to come. “Fuck me Tyler…fuck me hard!”

Poke my eyes out now…they are scarred with this betrayal, with this misplaced passion, and with this rebuff.

The moans from underneath him were impossible to ignore, “You’re so fucking passionate my Angel…so enticing.” He felt his climax rushing up his cock and he began spilling inside Angel’s body unable to control the spasm of pleasure that ran through his body as his milky release coated the insides of Angel’s tight channel.

Angel felt the seed filling him up and he loved how the swollen head inside him brushed up against his prostate. Bolts of intense pleasure ran up his balls, up his shaft, and sent pearls of spunk flying from his cock onto his tight belly and chest.

He watched as the two men climaxed together, feeling sick to his stomach for witnessing something so personal, and yet feeling nothing but anger as his trusted friend gave Angel his first lesson, signifying that he had been replaced by Angel. His relationship with Tyler would never be the same, his friend would spend most of his time up Angel’s ass, literally, and he would be left on the back burner to simmer.

Tyler pumped some more into Angel’s wetness, riding out his powerful orgasm. He could hear the squish as his cum was pushed in and out of the soothing heat, “You are amazing my Angel.”

“You are too,” Angel replied rubbing his cooling seed onto his stomach. “I enjoyed your first lesson,” he added grinning ear-to-ear.

Tyler snickered and pulled out of the wetness,” There’s plenty more where that came from.” Tyler collapsed next to the younger man and ran his hand gently on the boy’s soft cheek admiring the passionate blue eyes, the pink lips, and the pert nose, “You are my Angel Face…my newest pupil.”

And I am Jack’s rejection…

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Not sure where it came from, but I hoped you enjoyed dwelling into Tyler’s mind a bit. I hope the different points of view (Tyler, Angel, and the Narrator) were easily discernible.