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Lindsey took a shower while Spike helped himself to some blood, heating it in the microwave. He made an ‘ugh’ face as he swallowed down the ‘fake’ blood as he called it. Feeding was no longer a pleasure, just a necessity. Not satisfied he went rummaging through the cupboards to see if he could find something with a bit of real flavour. It was mostly health food shit. ‘Must be Lindsey’s, Angel would never eat this stuff. Hmm choccie biccies, they’ll do,’ he thought as he unwrapped the pack.
“Spike? I’m done if you wanna shower now,” shouted Lindsey from the bedroom.
“mmokmmm,” Spike shouted back, his mouth crammed full of biscuits, spraying crumbs as he answered.
Spike came strolling into the bedroom as naked as the day he was born and carrying the now almost empty pack of biscuits with him. Lindsey had his back to him, jeans on, shorts slightly showing above the waist band and in the midst of pulling on a T-shirt. Spike scanned his body, or what he could see of it quickly before it was covered. ‘Not bad, not bad at all,’ he thought as he watched perfectly defined arms slide out of the arm holes, the short sleeves resting snugly around each bicep. Then Spike watched his beautifully smooth back disappear as the T-shirt caressed its way down his skin. Oh and that denim clad arse, cute and tight. He guessed that Lindsey’s legs would be just as perfect as the rest of him.
Spike went into the bathroom.
As soon as he heard the shower running, Lindsey called through to him, “Take what you want to wear when you’re done ok?” and hoped that he’d heard.
“Cheers,” came the reply, over the noise of the shower.
Lindsey had known that Spike was standing behind him in the bedroom. He could hear him munching the biscuits. He had purposely kept his back to Spike, it occurring to him that he hadn’t given him anything to wear, and he doubted that Spike would have worried about finding anything to cover himself up with. As curious as he was to know what the rest of Spike looked like, now was not the time…not that there’s ever going to be a time, he reminded himself unconvincingly.
***
Lindsey had heard Spike come out of the bathroom ages ago, while he was eating breakfast. He’d heard him rummaging through the draws and wardrobe looking for clothes. Now and for a while, there was silence.
“Spike, you ok?” Lindsey called from his place at the table.
Getting no answer, Lindsey walked into the bedroom where he saw Spike sitting on the bed with his back to the door. He looked so sexy wearing only a pair of Lindsey’s jeans, leaning forward enough that Lindsey could just make out the start of the deep crevice dipping down between two firm butt cheeks. Moving closer he could see that Spike wasn’t wearing any shorts at all. ‘Shit, I wonder if I look that good in those,’ Lindsey absently thought. From Spike’s posture, curled forward, head hanging low, Lindsey could tell that something was wrong.
“Spike, you ok?” he asked softly. No answer.
“What’s up? You want me to go get Angelus?” Lindsey didn’t really know what to do. He knew, just like himself, that Spike wasn’t comfortable with anyone seeing him like this, but he couldn’t just leave him. He could see that Spike was holding something. Leaning over Spike he could see that it was a T-shirt. He knew what it was. It was one that Angel had brought back from the mansion with him. He guessed it just brought back some memories for Spike.
“Nah, I’m fine. Just thinking,” he mumbled and patted the bed for Lindsey to sit next to him.
“It’s yours,” Lindsey said dumbly as he sat down, of course Spike knew that. “Angel said he could smell your scent on it. He missed you so much you know, and this well, it kind of comforted him to be able to smell you. He’s kept all of your journals too, and some of Dru’s things…only, only he couldn’t find her doll,” Lindsey said softly, sadly.
“Miss Edith,” murmured Spike, “I’ve got her… had her, she’s in my car.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get her back,” Lindsey smiled.
“You really love him don’t you?” Asked Spike, thinking how good Lindsey had been allowing Angel to keep the memory of Spike and Drusilla alive without making him feel guilty.
“Yeah,” answered Lindsey wondering where Spike was coming from, not knowing what thoughts were running through his head.
“I wanted to die you know,” said Spike suddenly out of nowhere, “I was going to do it that last night in Sunnydale and then, I dunno, I just heard Dru in me head like, while I was sitting in my car. She was telling me how it was the coward’s way out you know, takes a stronger man to keep living instead of giving up and all that. Couldn’t bloody do it then could I? Didn’t want to disappoint ‘er….or him. So I just drove, decided to start over instead. I didn’t tell him you know, just let him think that he misinterpreted what I’d written. Lucky I didn’t go through with it huh?”
“This is Dru?” Lindsey half asked, half told, stroking his fingers over Spike’s tattoo.
“Yeah,” Spike said softly, “Beautiful isn’t she?”
“She is….so are you,” he added without thinking at the end, “Shit, did I say that out loud? I just meant….”
“I know,” Spike cut him off seeing that he was going to start stumbling over his words trying to talk his way out of what he’d just said, “chooses well doesn’t he?” continued Spike, smiling at Lindsey and wondering if Lindsey would pick up on the compliment. When Lindsey smiled back, he knew he understood. Spike thought Lindsey was beautiful too.
“So, what’s the deal here anyway?” Spike asked as he pulled the T-shirt over his head. Lindsey did a quick scan of his chest while Spike’s head was covered for that split second. Spike just got sexier and sexier each time Lindsey looked at him. Lindsey was impressed with Spike’s body, nice firm muscular chest, perfectly defined abs and wow were those more piercings? Maybe that had been the surprise that Spike had for Angel in the car. No couldn’t have been, Angel said he wanted to feel whatever it was. Lindsey wondered if, yes, maybe these were the prelude, eyebrow, chin, tongue, nipples…did perhaps Spike have his cock pierced too?
“I mean,” Spike continued interrupting Lindsey’s thoughts, “I heard he had the cheerleader working for him, but that’s about all I know,” he stood up walking over to the chair where Angel had put his duster last night, it having miraculously having escaped the trashing and soiling of last nights sex marathon in the back of Lindsey’s car. He fiddled around in his pocket, pulling out a box of fags. He lit one, slipped the pack and lighter into his back pocket and then continued to rummage through his duster pockets. He found what he was looking for and sat back down on the bed dropping his finds in front of him.
“The Cheerleader?” asked Lindsey, “Oh, you must mean Cordy…yeah she works here. Then there’s Gunn…,” Lindsey stopped talking for a second mesmerised as he watched Spike applying some electric blue mascara holding the brush with equally blue polish tipped fingers, fag dangling sexily from his mouth as he did so, “and Wes…oh and me, I help too of course.”
“Wes? Not the watcher?” Spike asked putting some dark blue eyeliner on now, in a Marilynesque fashion, as he breathed out a stream of smoke, still not having touched the fag to take it from his mouth.
“Yeah, that one,”
Spike shook his head in a ‘that figures’ kind of way. “Am I straight?” Spike asked looking at Lindsey.
“Huh?”
“My eyes,” he replied waving the eyeliner bottle at Lindsey, “do they look ok?”
“Oh right. Yeah, looks good…..fucking good,” he added silently to himself at the end. “How can you do that so well, I mean without a mirror and all?”
“Dunno, just can,” he shrugged as he returned his cosmetics to his duster pocket and taking a final drag of his fag, stubbed it out on the corner of the bin and threw it in.
“Angel’s coming back,” he said to Lindsey, walking out of the bedroom and nodding for Lindsey to follow. They went into the lounge area to meet him, just as he walked in through the suite door.
“Angel did a double take of Spike.
“What?” questioned Spike defensively.
“Are you…are you wearing makeup?” For some reason he hadn’t noticed it yesterday, maybe he wasn’t wearing any then or maybe it just hadn’t been so….blue.
“Yeah, what of it?”
“Show me your face.” Spike did as he was told, vamping for Angel to see.
“Hmm interesting,” Angel murmured, he hadn’t expected the sight of a made-up vampire to still be intimidating, but he was wrong. Spike looked every bit as ferocious as he ever did…if a little unusual.
“Interesting? Hey, what that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing,” Angel shook his head.
***
In the lounge area Angel, in charge of the shared body for the moment, sat in the single chair beside the two-seater, while Spike and Lindsey sat on the three-seater. Lindsey was lounging back in one of the spaces with his arm resting along the arm of the chair. Spike was spread across the other two spaces, back resting against the side of the chair, his legs across the seat and bare feet almost touching Lindsey’s thigh.
Angel noticed how comfortable they seemed with each other, as if they’d known each other forever. In a way he guessed they did know each other, although they’d never met before last night. Angel had told Lindsey almost everything there was to know about Spike and Angelus and through the first blood exchange with his William, had passed on just as much information about Lindsey.
“Spike, I want to talk about what we’re going to do about your chip. Angelus told you that we were going to discuss it right?” he said looking Spike straight in the eye. Spike nodded and Angel continued, “well, as he told you, something could be done about it, but I have to put conditions on its removal.” He broke eye contact with Spike, looking down at his hands, feeling guilty over his words. He wanted to just say ‘ok let’s go’ and take Spike to get de-chipped, but he knew that it couldn’t be that way.
“Angelus will accept you either way, chipped or not as will I. You have our protection either way.”
“So what’s the deal then?” asked Spike a bit confused, if they’d accept him either way what did it matter?
“I want the chip removed, not so that you can feed indiscriminately,” Spike heard the hidden message, ‘don’t eat those I’m trying to save.’ He figured then that Angel and Angelus obviously did still hunt…and that Lindsey probably didn’t know, “but so that you can defend yourself. You know what I work for now. You must understand I can’t just free you so that you can kill again. So you have two choices you can choose not to kill and I will do everything in my power to get that chip deactivated or you remain defanged and I will defend you.”
“Alright, I promise not to snack on the innocents,” said Spike in a sing song voice, not even taking a second to consider the options that Angel had given him. ‘Innocents,’ he’d stated showing that he’d understood Angel’s hidden message.
“Spike,” Angel rolled his eyes at him, “I’m serious.”
“Me too! What, you think I can’t just stop feeding? Do you know how long I’ve been like this? How long I haven’t fed for already?”
“Yes,” replied Angel solemnly. “But, the temptation, after so long….could you control….” He wanted to say could you control who you chose to feed upon, would you recognise who you could and couldn’t hunt or would they all just symbolize food again? Could you be strong enough to resist the call of blood if it happened to come from an ‘innocent’, could you just walk away and resist? He didn’t need to say it. Spike understood. He knew that a in a way a victim’s blood seemed to seek out the vampire as much as the vampire sought out the prey…not that the prey went around wanting to be eaten, just that their blood would ‘attract’ attention as such. Spike absently thought how Xander’s blood seemed to have that ‘attracting’ quality. Could Spike ignore blood that called specifically to him?
Angel leaned forward and took hold of Lindsey’s hand. Just from the way he’d done it, Lindsey knew that he was going to hear something that Angel didn’t want to have to say, didn’t want him to hear.
Angel’s voice was low and dark as he repeated, “Yes I know how long and I also know how you feel. You and I both know what the bloodlust is like, how it is near impossible to resist once it takes hold. You hunt, unseen for what you are, tempted by each and every warm body that crosses your path until you find ‘that one’ ….your victim. Their blood calls to you, it sings so sweetly as it rushes through their veins, heart pumping that steady hypnotic beat drawing you in closer, taunting you, crying out to be taken. It calls louder and louder until it is finally screaming, deafening. You know it won’t stop until you take that first bite, feel your fangs sliding through soft, delicate flesh, tearing at it and sucking until you can feel the smooth red richness dancing across your tongue, sliding like velvet down your throat, bringing with it the promise of peace. You taste their hope fading with every second as they realise that they will die, until it is all replaced with pure fear….and it tastes magnificent, richer and darker. It floods your body, cooling the burning fire in your veins as you take more, more, more, sucking harder as the flow begins to slow, drawing it all out. You take more, draining away the noise of the blood rushing, the drumming of the heart beat and you can’t stop, not yet, just one more long… hard…. suck, until you are left with blessed silence until the next time it calls.”
Both Angel and Spike were breathing hard. Lindsey knew Spike couldn’t hurt him and that Angel wouldn’t and yet he felt like someone’s dinner. Even so, Angel’s words had turned him on.
“Very poetic,” Spike sneered, “But I will not have you defending me like some bloody baby. I will not feed, you have my word.”
Angel squeezed Lindsey’s hand for reassurance, this was about to get worse. “Lindsey here,” said Angel nodding in Lindsey’s direction, “how long could you resist him? Could you resist him?” Angel held out his hand to Spike, inviting him to come closer as he continued to talk. Spike accepted and Angel continued, “His blood sings the sweetest of all doesn’t it? Begging to be taken, wants to be taken. If you didn’t have that false restraint, how long could you resist William?”
Spike dropped into game face, the thought of slipping his fangs into Lindsey’s neck was incredible, yes Lindsey’s blood had that ‘please drink me’ quality for Spike. With amazing speed and before Lindsey knew what was happening, he found himself held tightly around the waist by Angel, his back firm against the vampire’s chest.
Angel slowly tilted Lindsey’s head to the side revealing his smooth pale neck. Angel held Spike’s gaze as he let his fangs down. He slowly licked up the column of Lindsey’s neck, moaning in pleasure as he did so. Spike’s mouth was watering. Angel leaned a little closer to Lindsey’s neck as if preparing to bite. Lindsey was breathing hard and fast, but there was no fear. He wanted this, craved this.
Spike smiled wickedly around his fangs. He kept his eyes open, never breaking his gaze from Angel’s as he also moved in towards Lindsey’s neck. Closer and closer, he wondered how long it would be before Angel stopped him. He knew he was being tested.
He prepared to bite, and then with speed that only a vampire could muster, his mouth was right beside Angel’s ear. He spoke with a whisper, a slow seductive tone, but his words were purely menacing. “You’re playing a dangerous game Angel,” he nipped at Angel’s ear before he continued, “if they’re willing…the chip don’t work!” He grinned wickedly as he heard Angel gasp realising that he’d unknowingly put Lindsey in danger. He wasn’t the one in control as he’d thought. Spike let that thought sink in before he continued, “…and that certainly ain’t fear I can smell on him, that I’ve been smelling since I got here….and I ain’t had a nibble yet have I?” He licked around the shell of Angel’s ear before pulling away.
“…although if you’re offering me a taste….” he let his words hang in the air, eyebrow quirked cheekily and full of innuendo.
“No, there will be no biting of Lin.” Angel fixed him with a warning stare.
“Just as I thought,” Spike confirmed a brisk nod of his head as he changed back to his regular self assured voice, taking his fags out of his pocket and lighting one. He regarded Angel with mocking eyes, giving him the ‘you are such an idiot’ look, “Not much of a test huh? Tell me exactly, how was this supposed to be convincing? He’s begging for it...if I’d have bitten him, it wouldn’t have been to kill or maim.” He winked suggestively at Angel knowing that he would understand. Any biting would have been of a sexual or familial nature, Lindsey wasn’t food.
“So have I proved myself? Am I worthy,” Spike spat getting a little angry now. “I gave you my word didn’t I? You used to trust me,” he said sadly, turning his back on Angel, but addressing his words truly to Angelus. Angel went to speak but was taken aback as Spike suddenly spun to face him and roared at him. He hadn’t been expecting that, but Spike’s emotions were going up and down without warning. “You think I could ever hurt him?” he gestured at Lindsey, an incredulous look upon his face. “For fuck sake, he feels like blood, your blood,” his anger fell away again as he continued with a mere whisper, “my blood…I don’t know how that works, but he does,” he dropped his head and played with the now dead cigarette butt in his fingers.
“Spike?” questioned Angel, taking hold of his chin and tilting Spike’s head up to meet his eyes, “Angelus does trust you. He never doubted you for a second…it was me, only me. I had to see for myself. I’m sorry.”
“And just what did you see? I’m telling you I can live without it, what I can’t stand is this fucking chip,” he said tapping the side of his head. “Help me Angel, please?”
“Yes Spike,” Angel nodded, “I will.”
“What do you mean I feel like blood?” asked Lindsey finally having a chance to speak, utterly confused.
“You just….” Spike started, gently brushing his hand against Lindsey’s cheek, interrupted as Gunn kicked in the door to Angel’s suite bursting in followed by Wes and Cordelia all complete with weaponry. The two groups both starred at the other one in disbelief, Angel and Spike both having fallen into game face at the threat of attack, Angel still holding Lindsey to himself around the waist and Spike apparently holding Lindsey around his neck.
“Guys?” questioned Angel de-vamping immediately, closely followed by Spike.
“We heard shouting and….” Gunn started but was interrupted by Wes and Cordelia simultaneously shrieking, “Spike!”
“Lindsey, get away from them,” shouted Cordelia pointing a cross bow at Spike, taping Wes to aim his at Angel.
To her surprise Lindsey stepped in front of Spike defensively, pushing him behind himself and into Angel as he did so. “Cordy have you lost your mind? It’s Angel…”
“..and his demon spawn,” she stated, “now get out of the way!”
“No, look just calm down ….,” started Lindsey.
He was interrupted by Wes, “I don’t know what’s going on here Cordelia, but Lindsey seems fine lets just….”
Gunn interrupted this time, “Oh my God, fine? He’s one of them!” He yelled pulling a crucifix from his back pocket and holding it up toward them. Angel and Spike both hissed and turned away. It didn’t bother Lindsey at all.
“Lindsey, how could you let them bite you?” screamed Cordelia.
“They did not bite me,” Lindsey screamed back, inwardly frustrated that they actually hadn’t, and that ‘she’ could even say that after their little conversation in the truck. He stomped over towards the others and snatched the crucifix from Gunn, holding out his hand so that they could see it didn’t affect him in anyway. He continued in a semi annoyed tone, “Look, Angel is still Angel and Spike won’t hurt you.”
“Why, what did he do, grow a soul?” Cordy asked sarcastically.
“No…well not exactly…I guess you could say he’s got an, um, electronic one,” Lindsey white lied, hoping to placate them somewhat, “besides he has given Angel his word that he won’t feed and I believe him.”
He grabbed the ends of the bows cautiously and carefully, pointing them to the floor. “…and stop pointing those at them!”
“An electronic soul?” Wes repeated, interested…. “you mean like one of those behavioural chips?” At the incredulous stare he received from Angel, Spike and Lindsey he defended himself, “What? I read about them!”
Spike flopped down on to the couch and lit another fag as Angel walked over to the others. “Yes, one of ‘those’ chips. Look I should have told you that Spike was here,” started Angel, “but I was just waiting for the right time. For some reason I thought you might over react,” he said accusingly, eyeing all of the weapons. “Look Lindsey is right, Spike won’t hurt you. I brought him here, he’s going to be staying here, and I don’t want anyone,” he spoke loud to cover the three voices that were just about to interrupt him, “questioning me, it’s my home and what I say goes. I trust him. Would I have let him near Lindsey if I didn’t?”
He saw that they accepted his word. They knew he would never ‘consciously’ put Lindsey in any danger. “He’s going to work with us, help us.”
“I am?” Spike spoke for the first time.
“You are!” stated Angel turning to face Spike and fixing him with a stare.
“I am, that’s what I said, I am,” said Spike agreeing with him with enthusiastically.
“He even looks at me funny and I’m going to stake him,” said Cordelia pointing at Spike.
“No you’re not,” said Angel calmly as he lowered her hand. “No one is going to harm him, understand? He gave me his word, and I give you mine, he will not harm you. You have any issues with him, you tell me. I will deal with him ok? Only me!” They all nodded, although they knew it wasn’t really a question. “So I guess you’ll all be wanting to get back to work then?” suggested Angel, pointedly dismissing them.
All taking the unsubtle hint, they made their way out of the room, “Sorry ‘bout the door man,” said Gunn as he stepped over the broken pieces to leave the room.
Angel listened to them all whispering to each other as they went along the hall and down the stairs.
“Well I hope he’s right about Spike,” said Wes.
“I don’t get it, Angel’s got a kid?” asked Gunn, “and did he have make-up on?”
“Not a biological child. Angelus made him. He turned him into a vampire. Angelus and therefore I guess Angel now, is Spike’s Sire,” answered Wes ignoring the second part of the question.
“You don’t think? …No eww,” started Cordy.
“Think what?” asked Gunn.
“I wonder how long he’s been here?” Wes questioned himself aloud, “and where they’ve been hiding him.”
“Well what if…no, it’s just too horrible” Cordy answered Gunn.
“What Cordy?” said Gunn impatiently.
“Well you don’t suppose, you know Angel, Lindsey AND Spike?” she said suggestively.
“They did look kind of…cosy, when we burst in I guess,” Wes stated.
“Cosy as in they looked like they were ready to chow down on Lindsey,” Gunn responded sarcastically to Wes.
“Yeah, what the hell were they doing anyway to be like that?” asked Cordelia.
“Hell only knows,” stated Gunn.
“I wonder how they decide who’s going to go where, you know who does who and….?” said Cordy absently.
“Cordy!” both Wes and Gunn scolded her.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“I CAN hear you, you know,” Angel let his voice follow in their direction, grinning to himself. He was rewarded with silence.
“Electronic soul?” he turned to Lindsey questioningly. Lindsey opened his mouth to say something, to explain that he thought it was better than just saying Spike didn’t bite because he couldn’t, that it was better to make it sound as if he actually didn’t want to, but Angel cut back in before Lindsey got the words out, “Good call Lin.”
***
Spike held the door steady as Angel tightened the screws fixing a new door to their suite. The old one had been damaged beyond repair so he’d just taken a door from one of the other suites to use as a replacement.
“Well,” Angel asked Lindsey as he walked back into the suite, having been on the phone to the doctor who was hopefully going to de-chip Spike.
“Tomorrow night, 6.30,” he answered with a smile.
“Wow, tomorrow? I guess they don’t get much call for this type of thing,” said Spike. Lindsey and Angel knew differently though. The doctor had more than enough work on her schedule, but money could do wonders for getting your name on her list and bumped to the top.
Angel had told Lindsey to get it organised no matter what it cost… and to see the look on Spike’s face now, it was worth every cent.
“I’m getting my fangs back,” he sing-songed then quickly added, “not that I’m going to use them of course, just a figure of speech, you know.” Angel grinned up at him, he knew what he meant.
“That should do it,” Angel said as he stood up, “you can let go of the door now.” Angel tried the door a few times, happy with his work.
“So, um, is one of you coming with me tomorrow then?” asked Spike, trying to sound matter of fact, but both Angel and Lindsey could sense that he was a little frightened.
“Of course we’re going with you,” answered Angel reassuringly, “oh, and we are not mentioning anything about deactivating this chip to the others,” he nodded downstairs. “They don’t need to know ok?” Both Lindsey and Spike nodded in response.
“Now that they know you’re here Spike, I think we should show you around the place so that you can see what we do….and what you’re gonna be doing.”
***
Downstairs Wes politely addressed Spike and Lindsey from his place behind the counter. “Angel would you mind just looking at this for a moment?” he asked.
“Hmm,” murmured Angel taking the folder from Wes, flipping through it and deepening his brow, “Linds, you wanna go give Spike ‘the tour’ while I do this? I’ll catch up in a bit ok.”
“Ok, come on Spike,” said Lindsey taking Spike’s hand and leading the way to the kitchen. “So this is the kitchen,” said Lindsey, receiving a ‘no duh!’ from Cordelia who happened to be in there making coffee and flipping through a magazine while she waited for the water to boil, paying them no mind.
They found Gunn in the old dining room that he and Angel had converted into a training room. He was at the free-standing punch bag pretending he was attacking it, using some moves that Angel had shown him. He wasn’t doing too bad, but in Spike’s eyes he seemed a bit awkward. Spike couldn’t resist, “can I give you a bit of advice mate?” he asked, not that he was going to take no for an answer anyway.
“Um …sure man,” replied Gunn hesitantly.
“Take a stance,” ordered Spike and Gunn did as he was told.
“Right,” said Spike looking him over quickly, “first you wanna loosen up a bit,” he said, falling into a loose stance ever so slightly bouncing on the balls of his still bare feet, “keep about 70% of your weight on the back leg”. Gunn copied.
“Now look, you’re all open here,” said Spike tapping various points down Gunn’s chest to show him where he was exposed to attack, “you wanna be more side on, like this,” he said repositioning him. “Drop your arm a bit, you’re protecting your face I know, but look you’re open under here,” he said placing a mock punch at Gunn’s ribs to make his point clear, Gunn dropped his front arm to block the punch and Spike instantly took his chance to touch the end of Gunn’s nose. “If that had been my fist your nose would have been spread across your face. Look you’ve got two arms, use them both,” he said moving Gunn’s arms through the motions of how he should have countered, keeping his body protected the whole time.
“You need to keep it tight, give your opponent less points to target and keep moving…it’s harder for them to land a blow on you. You make an attack, snap it out and pull back fast, move with it keep yourself covered. Make like it’s a dance, keep it flowing one move into the next, combinations, not single strikes, and just do whatever comes naturally try not to think about it and you won’t give yourself away, just go with it and they won’t know what’s coming next. Don’t try to follow set moves. Right give it a go, lets see what else there is.”
Spike desperately wanted to spar with Gunn, he loved to fight, but he knew that he couldn’t, not even tap sparring. If he even caught Gunn once it would set his chip off and if Gunn got carried away he could seriously hurt Spike, who wouldn’t be able to defend himself.
Gunn attacked the punch bag, keeping in mind what Spike had told him, with Spike continually correcting him, pointing out flaws and calling attacks for him to block and make. Gunn had thought that he was doing ok before, but now he could really see a difference, see how sloppy he was, how open to attack he had been. It had only been about 50 minutes and already he had improved so much. Spike’s style was very different to Angel’s, so much tighter and faster. Angel’s style was fine for him. He had the power and the build to give and take pretty much anything. Spike didn’t, so he had to reply on cunning, speed and defence, his style was much more suitable for Gunn who didn’t have the same power as Angel either.
Lindsey was captivated sitting watching Spike as he too pretended to fight. He was completely in his element. Lindsey could see that Spike loved this.
Angel had been watching through the viewing panel in the door with Angelus in the background. Angelus was so proud of his boy. He thought for a second that he could see a little fragment of his own teaching in Spike’s style then it was gone. Spike had obviously taught himself to fight like this after Angelus had abandoned him, it was so personalised and didn’t follow anything traditional or otherwise. Angelus felt guilty again for leaving his boy and then angry at those Initiative bastards that had taken away his ability to use and enjoy this skill.
“Wow thanks man,” said Gunn coming to a stop and taking hold of Spike’s hands in a double handshake, “you have gotta teach me some more.”
“Sure,” said Spike, acting like it was no big deal but grinning inside. Gunn had been impressed, thought he was good…and he’d been accepted.
Angel was pleased that Spike and Gunn were getting on. Angelus however, growled at the contact of the other man on his boy. It was inaudible to the humans but Spike picked up on it straight away and looked directly at Angel where the noise had come from. He smiled, rolled his eyes and beckoned Angel in with a slight tip of his head.
Lindsey could have sworn that Gunn would have been the last to accept Spike but he was wrong, here they were acting like best buds. It had taken Gunn ages to accept Lindsey.
Spike walked over towards Angel as he came in, “I know you didn’t just growl at me Angelus!” Spike mock scolded, whispering to him then continued past him to sit with Lindsey, as Angel walked past him to speak to Gunn.
“Angel man, did you see me?” asked Gunn, towelling his face where he was sweating.
Spike sat next to Lindsey, watching Gunn as he was obviously telling Angel some of the things he’d just learnt, using his hands animatedly. Angel was nodding approvingly.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?” asked Lindsey.
“Taught myself,” answered Spike casually, shrugging as if it was nothing special, “….and Lindsey, yes it is.”
“Huh? What is what?”
“Pierced,” he said grinning and glancing towards his own crotch, “I saw you keep looking you know,” he winked.
Lindsey tried to look shocked, but he couldn’t hold back a small smile.
“If you wanted to see, all you had to do was ask pet,” added Spike with an even bigger grin, teasing Lindsey, before he rose to his feet.
“I’m hungry, you hungry?” Spike asked reaching down to take Lindsey’s hand, pulling him to his feet.
“Actually I am,” replied Lindsey now that he came to think of it.
They hadn’t stopped for lunch. “Angel we’re gonna go get something to eat, you coming?”
“Yeah, wait up,” Angel shouted back, turned said something to Gunn and then came over to his boys.
***
In the kitchen upstairs Lindsey was fixing himself something to eat, rabbit food according to Spike. Angel had two cups of blood in the microwave, one each for Spike and himself. They sat at the table together. Angel took a while to drink his blood, Spike just gulped his down, doing his ‘yuck’ face as it went down, quickly lighting a fag and taking a deep drag to take away the taste.
“Haven’t you two got anything decent to eat?” he asked, lounging back in his chair.
“You can have some of this,” offered Lindsey, but Spike turned his nose up at it.
“Donuts?” asked Angel and Spike nodded. “I saw Cordy had some downstairs. I’ll go see if she’s got any left,” Angel, headed off to see.
“Spike?” asked Lindsey, “when you said earlier that I felt like blood, what did you mean?”
“It’s um…” he went silent for a moment thinking of the best way to explain, “Ok, short and simple, you feel like an extension of Angelus.”
“Huh?”
“Ok, um well not as simple as I thought,” he took a long deep drag of his fag, exhaling the smoke slowly, sitting up and leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table, staring straight at Lindsey. “Ok, Angelus Sired me, fed me his blood and took mine right? Well, the blood bonded us forever. I am his, he is mine and all that. I feel completely comfortable with him. I trust him completely. I feel safe with him. I can tell him anything… if I want to that is. I can be me, who I really am with no pretence and its ok.” He took another drag. “I don’t know why, but I feel the same with you … and I think you feel it too. You feel comfortable around me, as if you already know me right? You find it easy to talk to me, to be with me, to touch me…you want to touch me, to be with me. You want me. You find that everything just feels so right as if this is the way that it’s supposed to be, don’t you?” Spike’s voice got softer and lower, “It wasn’t instant. I’ll give you that. Last night when we were laying in bed, I looked across his chest and saw you. I thought about what you had done for me, for Angelus and something just clicked into place…even without sharing Angel’s blood, you are family. Real family…my brother…, and I’m not taking in some human sense, you know what I mean right, how vampire families are?” Lindsey nodded, Angel had told him the night he broke down thinking Lindsey was going to leave him. “Lin, I love you.”
Lindsey looked into Spike’s eyes. He had just described everything that Lindsey had been feeling. “I love you too.”
“Bloody hell!” exclaimed Spike shaking his hand, Lindsey was puzzled for a split second before he realised that Spike had burnt himself, concentrating on what he was saying and not noticing that his fag had burnt so low.
“Shit Spike,” screamed Lindsey jumping up and taking hold of Spike’s hand, looking at it worriedly. Lindsey took hold of Spike by the wrist and led him quickly over to the sink. He turned on the water and stood tight behind Spike, both of them bent over with Lindsey’s chest pressed against his back, arms around his waist and holding his hand under the stream.
Angel came back in with what was left of the box of donuts, “What are you doing?” he asked slyly, as he put the box on the table, they could hear the innuendo in his tone.
“Nothing,” came the joint reply as they both looked up at him then straightened up fully. They hadn’t been doing anything and yet they both looked guilty.
“Hmm,” said Angel looking suspiciously at the pair of them and yet seeming amused. Seeing them like that had instantly turned him on. One boy pressed tight against the other, bending over him…of course in the version currently running in his head, both boys were naked.
“What?” both Spike and Lindsey asked at the same time questioning Angel’s expression.
“Nothing,” said Angel, a secretive smile spreading across his face.
Spike leaned back onto Lindsey’s shoulder and whispered into his ear seductively at a level that Angel couldn’t pick up on. “Wanna play with him? Give him something to watch?” Sensing Lindsey’s conflicting conscience kicking in, Spike comforted him, “Come on, look at him, it’ll be fine, he won’t mind, in fact he wants it. I can smell it on him. It’s ok, were family remember?” Spike pulled Lindsey’s ear lobe into his mouth and felt Lindsey relax against him, giving in.
Angel had sat down at the table and was looking at the pair of them strangely, wondering what they were whispering about. He couldn’t see Spike’s mouth to try and lip read and was straining to hear what they were saying. His eyes opened wide in surprise as Lindsey turned Spike to face himself, pushing his weight against him so that Spike had to sit up on the counter. Lindsey moved tight in between Spike’s legs and Spike shifted as far forward as he could so that their hips pressed together. Lindsey still wasn’t sure and looked over at Angel. The eyes looking back at him were full of lust, Angel did want this, and that extra encouraging nod from him was all that Lindsey needed.
Lindsey turned back to Spike, moved in close and kissed him gently, touching the tip of Spike’s tongue with his own and then pulling back a little, inviting Spike’s tongue to come out and play. They kept their mouths open, their lips barely touching so that Angel would get a clear view of their tongues stroking each others, dancing together, teasing each other. Angel moaned at the sight, Angelus coming to join his side with a purr of his own making them aware of his presence.
Spike took a firm hold on Lindsey’s butt, pulling him even closer and gently rocking him to cause a slight friction between their now hard cocks. Lindsey moaned, and kissed Spike deeply, no longer allowing Angel the view that he had. Lindsey allowed his hands to trail their way down Spike’s muscled back, sneaking up under his T-shirt as he reached the bottom, taking it with him on his upward caress.
They broke the kiss so that Lindsey could pull the T-shirt off over Spike’s head and up his raised arms, throwing it in Angel’s direction. Lindsey’s tongue had desperately wanted to misbehave earlier when he’d seen Spike’s nipple piercings, and he wasted no time now, taking one straight into his mouth. He teased Spike, rolling his tongue around the metal and gently nipping at it. Spike let his head roll backwards as he exhaled a pleasured moan, holding Lindsey’s head with one hand and pulling him closer to get more attention. Taking the metal in his teeth, Lindsey gently tugged at it, stretching the skin around it a little, receiving a gasp from Spike that fell into a groan. He released the metal, laving at the nipple before tracing his tongue slowly up Spike’s chest, breaking contact for a second as he moved in to kiss Spike deeply once more.
Pulling back, Spike broke the kiss to whisper in Lindsey ear to turn around.
Lindsey did as he was told, but made sure to keep contact with Spike, pressing back against him as he stood between his open legs. Spike put an arm around his waist and pulled him back even tighter just to be sure. Nudging Lindsey to raise his arms, Spike smoothed Lindsey’s T-shirt up and over his head, revealing his smooth hard chest to Angel. Lindsey let his head fall back against Spike’s shoulder, his back tight against Spike’s chest, still holding Angel’s gaze as he titled his head to the side to reveal his vulnerable neck. Angel’s mouth was watering as he watched Spike slowly, seductively sweep his tongue across Lindsey’s shoulder and up the column of his neck, coming back down to suck and nip at the pulse point ever so softly, he remembered Angel’s words, he knew that he was not allowed to bite Lindsey…and Angel knew that Spike would obey him.
Spike’s hands snaked their way all over Lindsey’s chest, massaging and ever so gently clawing at him with open fingers. Finding a nipple he began to tease it, rolling it between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, gaining a sharp gasp of pleasure from Lindsey. Angel’s gaze left Lindsey’s as he followed the movement of Spike’s other hand, that was making a definite trail downwards gliding across perfectly defined abs. Lindsey rocked his hips upwards in anticipation of what was to come. He wanted to be touched. Angel licked his lips as he waited for Spike’s hand to slide under the waistband and take its prize. Both Lindsey and Angel let out a breath that neither knew they were holding as Spike simply tucked his hand into the waist band and casually let it stay there.
“Tell me what you want Lindsey, let Angel hear what you want me to do to you,” he hushed seductively at a level that Angel could pick up on too.
“Touch me,” he breathed, “touch me Spike.”
“Where Linds? Where do you want me to touch you?” Spike spoke low into Lindsey’s ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and sucking. He let his thumb ‘accidentally’ trail across the tip of Lindsey’s cock where his hand was tucked into the waistband.
“Fuck,” hissed Lindsey at the touch. “My cock Spike, please, oh fucking hell my cock.”
Spike reached down and undid the jeans with one hand, allowing his other hand to comfortably slide fully inside Lindsey’s jeans and shorts. Taking hold of Lindsey’s cock firmly, Spike began to pump up and down the length slowly, as best he could given the restriction of the material. Angel stared fascinated at his boy’s hand moving behind the confines of the denim, stroking his other boy. Hard himself, Angel couldn’t help but lazily stroke his own cock through the material of his pants. Lindsey rolled his head along Spike’s shoulder as he moaned at his touch, so different to Angel’s although not better or worse.
“Linds, slide your jeans down, Angel can’t see the show love,” Spike said softly. Lindsey did as he was told, sliding his jeans and shorts little way down his hips, just enough to let his cock spring free. Angel unzipped his pants, slid his hand inside and increased the movement on his own cock, watching as Lindsey’s disappeared and re-appeared into Spike’s slow moving fist.
Spike used his other hand to reach lower to play with Lindsey’s balls, massaging and rolling his heavy velvety sac. Angel was breathing just as hard as Lindsey, totally captivated by his boys. Moving forward ever so slightly, Lindsey reached behind him, slipping one hand down into the gap that he’d just created and unzipped Spike’s jeans. He slipped his hand inside, taking hold of his cock for the first time. Lindsey’s hand was positioned a little awkwardly, but Spike made up for it, thrusting himself in and out of Lindsey’s fist and groaning at the sensation.
Lindsey reached up with his other hand to take hold of the back of Spike’s head, pulling him back down to his neck once more, holding him there. Spike licked and sucked, but it wasn’t enough for Lindsey. Lindsey pulled him in harder, stronger, straining his neck up against Spike’s mouth, willing him to bite, he wanted it, had to have it, was begging for it. Spike resisted and persisted with gentle nips. Angel watched the desperation on Lindsey’s face as he tried to get Spike to bite, he’d tried this with him many times before but he’d always refused him too.
“Spike,” Lindsey practically growled as he turned to face him again tugging at Spike’s jeans to get them off, “I want you, NOW!”
Spike took all of his weight on his arms as he raised himself clean off of the counter so that Lindsey’s could remove his jeans completely, lowering himself back down carefully afterwards. He sat with his legs wide, feet resting on the edge of the counter, his weight on his arms as he leaned backwards to give Lindsey full access. Spike threw his head back and gasped as Lindsey swooped down on his cock, taking him fully into his mouth in one go, sucking hard all the way back up to the top, swirling his tongue around the length as he did so. He slipped two fingers inside Spike’s arse as he sucked his cock, pumping them a little, stretching, preparing. Spike shamelessly rocked back against Lindsey, who in response added another finger, followed by a fourth as Spike rocked harder against the intrusion.
“Do it,” commanded Spike. “Please Linds,” he begged. “I can take it,” he assured. Lindsey retracted his fingers, tucked his thumb under them to make a sort of cone shape, and then slowly pushed his way back into Spike’s hole, gradually curling his fingers in and forming a fist as he went deeper until he was in up to his wrist. “Oh fuck,” Spike practically screamed, fucking himself back against Lindsey, “Angel you should feel thisss,” he trailed off into a hiss as Lindsey pulled back a little, stopped the pumping and instead rocked his knuckles inside Spike working his prostate with skill, as his mouth continued to work his cock.
Lindsey couldn’t take anymore. He wanted to be inside Spike. Sliding his mouth up and off of Spike he breathed, “Spike, wanttofuckyounow!” Spike used his arse muscles to help expel Lindsey’s hand. Lindsey didn’t waste anytime as he straightened up, positioned himself at Spike’s entrance and thrust into him.
They kissed viciously as Lindsey pumped into him relentlessly, holding Spike around the waist and up his back to hold onto his shoulder with one arm, the other hand pumping Spike’s cock hard and fast. Angel was going crazy at the sight of Lindsey’s semi denim clad arse with his firm butt peaking just above the waist band, tensing and un-tensing, the muscles rippling with each thrust into his other boy.
Spike leaned back further to get a deeper penetration, Lindsey still supporting him with his strong arm wrapped around him. Angel couldn’t hold back any longer, fully releasing and pumping his own cock he moaned as he matched the rhythm his two boys had set. Lindsey pulled almost entirely out of Spike’s body slowly pausing for a second before he thrust back fiercely, his body tensing rock solid as he came, shooting deep inside Spike, panting, growling and snarling like a wild animal. He released Spike’s mouth and bit into his neck with his blunt human teeth, bringing Spike with him as he came, Spike spilling himself over their stomachs and growling with as much ferocity as Lindsey.
Angel followed suit, shooting over his own hand, legs and stomach, groaning as he’d watched Spike’s face contort in sheer twisted pleasure. Lindsey collapsed against Spike’s chest, gasping for breath. Spike supported Lindsey’s weight and his own on his arms, else they would have both collapsed flat onto the counter. Angel walked over to the pair, minus his pants now, putting his arms around both of them. He pulled Lindsey up a little to relieve Spike some of the weight. “Oh my boys,” he cooed as he caressed both of them, “so beautiful.”
Lindsey was still fighting for breath as he spoke brokenly, “not done. Want more. Want to feel Spike in me.”
“Oh hell yeah,” breathed Spike.
“Angel, want you too,” said Lindsey catching his breath now, “both in me, all of you in me.”
Angel didn’t speak, just growled approvingly before smashing his mouth against Lindsey’s roughly. Lindsey pulled Spike into the kiss, the three of them battling with their tongues, invading each others mouths.
~~~*~~~
Spike couldn’t risk hurting Lindsey, no matter how willing Lindsey seemed. Lindsey had to be in control of the situation. “You sure about this?” asked Angel over Angelus.
“Oh yeah,” said Lindsey kneeling on the floor looking at the other two sitting together beside him, Spike’s legs over Angel’s and facing each other, in as tight as possible so that their hard cocks were touching.
Lindsey couldn’t resist as he held both Spike and Angel’s cocks together, slowly pumping them as one before lowering his head to lap, lick and sweep his tongue over both. Angel’s and Spike both moaned, increasing in volume as Lindsey opened his mouth as wide as he could, barely able to take both cock heads inside and tonguing at them.
“Linds, Linds,” said Angel taking hold of Lindsey’s head, “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
Lindsey backed off and watched as both Angel and Spike offered each other their wrists, biting deep and drinking a little before moving them allowing the blood to flow freely covering their cocks to ease the way for Lindsey. Lindsey whimpered at the sight of them having bitten and drunk from each other.
Angel dropped his knees and lay back flat, giving Lindsey the space to get in between them and straddle them both. Lindsey faced Spike, leaning forward and kissing him, letting his tongue search his mouth for any traces of blood. Angel would never drink from him, or allow him to drink and he so desperately wanted to, to know how it felt, to know what it was like. Hell this was the first time he’d even seen Angel drink for real, and it was turning him on something chronic. Lindsey couldn’t believe that he was even going to be allowed to slide his way down two blood soaked cocks, Angelus certainly must have the upper hand right now.
Unbeknownst to Angel, Lindsey often cut himself just to feel the rush, just to get the taste, always wondering what the real thing would be like. He kept the cuts fairly shallow, changing the location so that he could blame them on various mundane occurrences and not raise Angel’s suspicion. He knew Angel would pick up on the smell of blood instantly too, so he had to be careful about when he performed his little ritual.
As he kissed Spike, Angel loosened Lindsey’s arse, slipping in two fingers and working them to stretch him wide. Lindsey moaned into Spike’s mouth as Angel prepared him thoroughly. Lindsey was more than ready as he raised himself above his lovers, gripping Spike’s shoulders for support. Spike held both his own and Angel’s cocks together, as Angel held on to Lindsey’s hips, guiding him, supporting him.
Breathing and panting hard, Lindsey ever so slowly lowered himself on to his lover’s rigid cocks. They took it slow, Angel and Spike letting Lindsey control everything. Lindsey took it step by step, gradually relaxing and stretching enough to take them both inside, pausing and breathing hard as he became accustomed to their size and presence at every step, frequently being asked by both if he was ok, did he want to stop? Was he sure he wanted to do this?
Lindsey finally took them both fully, sweating madly from the effort. Lindsey let his top half fall forward resting heavily on Spike as he caught his breath, Spike smoothing his back comfortingly, rubbing at the base of his spine where he was sure to be feeling the pressure of being so full. Angel ever so slowly sat up to meet them, careful not to aggravate Lindsey’s overloaded arse, as he pressed his chest against Lindsey’s back.
“You ok baby?” it was clearly Angel’s voice whispered in Lindsey’s ear.
“Yeah,” breathed Lindsey, “just need a minute.”
“Sure baby, take all the time you need,” hushed Angel, softly kissing Lindsey’s neck.
Slowly Lindsey began to rock back and forth, not raising himself at all. Angel and Spike suddenly clung tightly to him at his movement and moaned. They couldn’t help it, it felt amazing, both cocks being encased so tightly and then rubbing against each other as Lindsey moved. Encouraged by their cries, Lindsey rocked a little faster, gradually loosening himself enough to rock freely. It was getting easier by the minute as Lindsey used Spike’s shoulders to raise himself up their length and back down again gaining himself a “Fuuucckkk” giving way to a growl, and a “Shit Linds that’s so fucking gooood.”
“How does it feel Linds? Tell us,” whispered Spike.
“Fucking amazing,” replied Lindsey breathily, brokenly as he settled into a steady rhythm, easily sliding himself up and down their lengths now, “I feel so…full, I can feel….fuck, the pressure… right ‘there’…constantly….so fucking good, intense. I can feel my arse stretched so wide, so open…all for you, all of you, just for you all. I can feel you rubbing against each other, rubbing against….me, fuck I wish I could see what it looks like, your cocks crushed together, me gripping you so tight, you all stretching my hole, filling me.”
Angel had tried so hard not to move, but found that he couldn’t resist, and he began thrusting up to match Lindsey’s movements, increasing the friction against Spike as he did so and causing him to hiss and snarl. Lindsey nudged Spike, wiling him to thrust too, but he wouldn’t, wary of his chip. “You won’t hurt me, I promise,” he whispered to Spike, “please, just fuck me, I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard,” he growled the final three words. Spike did as he was told, wary at first but soon realising that he wasn’t in danger of hurting Lindsey.
Angel and Spike worked to alternate their thrusts to get the highest friction possible as Lindsey opened his legs further and rode them both hard and fast. The three of them clung to one another, pressed impossible tight together as they continued to writhe and thrust. The two vamps set an impossible pace, Lindsey only managing to match it since Angel was moving his hips for him now, raising and lowering Lindsey as he lay back against Angel letting him take his entire weight.
Spike somehow managed to work his hand in to take hold of Lindsey’s cock, pumping him at the same fast and furious pace. Within seconds all three of them were making in-human noises, growling, snarling and howling as they approached orgasm as one entity. Lindsey felt Angel vamp behind him and begged shamelessly over and over, “please, please, please,” he felt the tips of Angel’s fangs against the back of his neck, resting there, not breaking the skin. Lindsey pushed back wanting to impale himself on them, only to find that they’d gone, he’d been denied once more. “Fuck,” he growled in frustration, slamming himself hard down on the two vamps, inadvertently taking all three of them over the edge, slamming, thrusting and grinding together with both vamps spilling in to him as he shot all over Spike’s stomach and chest.
Lindsey was tired, completely spent, gasping for breath as he once again let his entire weight fall back on to Angel. “Come on baby,” said Angel back in control as he helped Lindsey raise himself to let both vamps leave his body. Spike lay flat against the floor, gasping and trying to catch his breath too, the palms of his hands pressed against his eyes, leaving Angel to scoop Lindsey up into his strong arms and carry him to the bedroom.
Lindsey clung around Angel’s neck holding tight to him, as a little child, practically asleep already. Angel lifted one leg on to the bed and pealed back the covers as he held Lindsey in one arm, balancing him against his raised leg for extra stability. Angel gently lowered Lindsey on to the mattress and Lindsey released his hold on Angel, rolling on to his side and pulling his legs up into his chest. “I’m just gonna look at you Lin, just check you’re alright ok?” Lindsey didn’t answer, too tired. Angel moved Lindsey a little to take a peek at his ravaged and well used entrance, making sure they hadn’t damaged or hurt him in any way. Lindsey was fine and so Angel rolled him back into a more comfortable position and covered him up.
Angel slipped in behind him and snuggled up to him, kissing his hair gently, “I love you,” he whispered to the already sleeping boy.
Spike appeared at the door and Angel held his hand out to invite him into the bed. “Is he alright?” Spike asked as he slipped under the covers in front of Lindsey, who unconsciously shifted to snuggle against his chest.
“He’s fine, just worn out,” Angel whispered. Then golden eyes met Spike’s over Lindsey’s head, and Angelus leaned over him to steal a kiss from his childe, “I love you Will,” he said softly.
“I love you too Sire,” Spike answered just as soft. “You too Linds,” he added even though it went unheard by the recipient.
Brown eyes returned as Angel let out a sigh, “I suppose I should get back downstairs,” he said sadly, not wanting to leave his boys.
“No need mate,” Spike whispered so as not to wake Lindsey, “they’re gone.”
“Huh?”
“Didn’t you hear them? Something about ‘Oh my goodness,’ followed by ‘I’m outta here,’ and an ‘eww, it was bad enough before Spike,’” Spike smiled as he impersonated each member of the team accurately.
Angel smiled back, relaxing down into the bed and reaching across Lindsey to pull Spike closer so that he could hold both of his boys, causing all three bodies to be packed tight together like sardines. Tiredness took hold of the two vamps quickly and they joined Lindsey in peaceful sleep.
***
Lindsey was the first to wake, finding himself face to face with Spike, and Angel pressed tight against his back. It amused him that Spike was breathing softly, just barely, like a baby. Angel never breathed in his sleep. Aware of being watched, Spike woke, instantly alert as his eyes opened, staring into Lindsey’s. “Morning love,” he smiled, Lindsey smiled back before gently kissing him on the lips, “you alright?”
“Bit sore, well used,” Lindsey grinned, he didn’t care. It had been worth it.
“So today’s the day then,” Lindsey whispered absently playing with Spike’s hair.
“Sure is…you’re still coming with me aren’t you?” he asked, a tiny hint of nervousness creeping in.
“Of course we are.”
The three of them had actually slept for what had been left of the night right through until their normal waking time. Angel and Spike had instinctively woken a few times, but hadn’t bothered to rise, staying in bed and enjoying the calm and closeness of all being together instead.
“Hey,” greeted Angel softly as he woke, kissing the back of Lindsey’s neck and stroking down Spike’s back where his hand had been resting, “of course we are what?”
“Going with Spike later,” filled in Lindsey.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry, we’ll be with you,” confirmed Angel.
“How do you think they do it? Will they cut it out?” asked Spike, again with the nervousness.
“I don’t know, but whatever they do you’ll be fine, we’ll make sure of that,” Angel comforted him and then changed the subject quickly, “so, who’s hungry then?”
“Me,” came the joint reply.
“Who wants to shag first?” asked Spike cheekily.
“Me,” came another joint reply.
***
“….Spike, I’m sorry but I feel it only fair to warn you that if you ask me that one more time I am going to…” Wes started.
“Going to what?” Spike dared.
Wes looked about his desk then smiled wickedly as he spied the stapler, “staple your lips together,” he stated calmly, picking it up and waving it at Spike.
“Oi, don’t threaten the defenceless vampire,” Spike snorted indignantly.
“Well then could you kindly stop asking me what the time is every five minutes…I already told you, I’m trying to type.”
“Not causing you any trouble is he?” Angel asked Wes, eyeing Spike as he walked across the lobby from the direction of the sewer entrance with Gunn. They had both returned from wiping out a nest of vampires that were holed up in the storage room of the local swimming pool of all places. Spike was looking way too innocent for him to not have been doing…something.
“No, he’s just….Angel do you think you could possibly buy him a watch?” He said pleadingly. “Or teach him to tell the time,” he mumbled under his breath, thinking of the clock on the wall just behind him.
Just then Lindsey and Cordelia came in through the main doors. Lindsey was carrying a box containing everyone’s lunch orders.
“Gunn, we got you the chicken,” stated Cordelia, as he hadn’t been there when orders had been taken.
“Now I know why it took two of you to go and get lunch,” Wes sniped at Cordy as she walked around the counter. “Perhaps next time you would like to take Spike with you instead of Lindsey,” he suggested.
“In daylight Wes?” Cordy sighed.
“Hmm!”
***
Angel and Lindsey were both glad that it was finally time to get in the car and go see the doctor. After being banned from pestering Wes…and Cordelia, Spike had spent the rest of the day constantly checking the time with his lovers, excited and yet still very nervous about having his chip deactivated.
“Are you sure this is it?” Angel asked Lindsey, pulling into a space outside a large building.
“Um, yeah,” said Lindsey waving his ‘previously evil’ hand at Angel.
“Oh, sorry, I um forgot,” said Angel guiltily.
“Huh?” asked Spike.
“Angel….he cut my hand off…had to come here to get a new one,” said Lindsey very matter of factly.
“You’re kidding me right,” he grinned nervously, not knowing if they were joking or not.
“Nope,” Angel replied.
“You fucking cut his hand off?” Spike said in alarm.
“Uh-huh,” they both grinned.
“You two are sick, you know that…that’s some fucked up blood play!”
“No it wasn’t like…” Angel started but Lindsey cut him off, “Come on, lets go and get booked in.”
The three of them piled out of the car and made their way into the building, Angel and Lindsey flanking Spike. Lindsey pointed to some chairs, telling Angel and Spike to take a seat, while he walked over to reception and booked them in. Lindsey walked back and sat down beside Spike, putting him back in the middle once more. “Won’t be long,” he said smiling reassuringly at Spike. They sat and waited in silence.
“Mr. Chase,” droned a woman with a clipboard as she walked into the waiting area.
“That’s you,” said Lindsey nudging Spike.
“Chase?” he whispered, “Cordelia?” he questioned again realising where the name had come from. Lindsey just shrugged slightly in response.
“Over here,” Spike’s voice boomed, full of confidence.
“Follow me,” she droned again as she turned to walk away.
Fear flashed across Spike’s face for less than a fraction of a second as he realised that he alone was supposed to follow her. He wasn’t going to let on though, standing up cockily, confidently ready to follow. He couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when Angel and Lindsey rose with him too though. “Do no’ worry Will, we’ll be right with you,” whispered a voice that clearly belonged to Angelus.
The woman led them to a room, knocked lightly on the door, and on hearing a faint, “come in,” opened the door for them and motioned for them to enter.
“Mr. Chase?” asked the doctor staring down at a file on her desk.
The doctor jumped a little as she looked up to see the three of them standing there.
“That’s me,” answered Spike.
“Right, do have a seat,” said the doctor. Spike and Lindsey sat down on the two chairs provided. Angel pulled over a chair from the corner of the room and sat down too. Hands hidden out of the doctor’s view, Lindsey and Angel each held one of Spike’s hands.
“So, you’re here to have a behavioural modification device deactivated,” said the doctor looking at her notes again, she wasn’t fazed at all by the fact that Spike was a vamp. As long as you could pay, they didn’t care who or what they treated. Spike nodded to her question. “Yes, hmm,” said the doctor thumb resting against her chin as she thought, “We’ve come across a couple of these before, no problem, it’s quite a straightforward operation.”
At the word ‘operation’ Spike squeezed Lindsey and Angel’s hands, trembling a little. He was scared although you wouldn’t know it to look at his face. He spoke boldly, full of false bravado “so how’s the operation work then doc? Open me head up, rip the chip out?”
“No! Certainly not! At the Fairfax we are NOT barbarians! Actually it’s not an operation as such, I should have said procedure. Your device will be deactivated by magic, no surgery needed,” Spike let his hold on Angel and Lindsey relax, “and don’t worry, it’s a routine spell, although you’re likely to be off colour for a day or so afterwards.”
“Off colour?” asked Angel.
“Nothing serious though. He’s likely to have a headache and maybe some sickness, it won’t last long. I can give you some remedies to ease the suffering. Of course, it will cost extra,” replied the doctor. ‘Doesn’t it always,’ thought Angel.
“I’ll pay, just give him whatever he needs,” Angel replied.
“I take it he’ll have someone to look after him while he recovers?” asked the doctor.
“I can bloody well take care of myself,” Spike stepped in defensively before Angel or Lindsey could answer.
“I’m sure you can Mr. Chase,” she placated him, “just make sure that you feed well and get plenty of rest.”
“Pfft,” Spike sounded as if to say ‘look I’m the big bad, I can handle it.’
“Any questions?” asked the doctor, three heads shook no, “Right, well then, there’s the matter of payment before we can begin the treatment.”
‘Of course there is,’ thought Angel. “Spike, Linds, you two want to wait outside while I sort this out?” It wasn’t a question at all, they knew that, so they both did as they were told and left the room to wait outside for Angel.
A minute or so later Angel and the doctor both exited the room, the doctor looking quite shaken. Spike and Lindsey looked suspiciously at him, a hint of gold barely visible in his eyes. He just shrugged at them as if he didn’t have a clue what had rattled her. No, he hadn’t threatened to hold her personally responsible if anything should go wrong, nope not him, Mr Innocent.
The doctor led them down the corridor and stopped outside a door. “Mr. Chase, please wait in here. I will be back shortly with the practitioner,” with that she walked away as hastily as she could leaving them in the corridor.
Lindsey opened the door and went into the large, sparse white room. Spike followed. As soon as he stepped over the threshold Spike began to shake uncontrollably. His face was filled with terror, his breathing became erratic and whimpering noises escaped his lips. He was having a full blown panic attack, freaking out. Blindly he bolted backwards, trying to escape and bumping into Angel who had been following him into the room.
“What is it?” asked Angel, worry flooding his voice as he grasped hold of Spike pulling him into his chest. In his panicked state and unaware of what was happening, Spike began struggling against Angel, hitting out at him and trying to get away. Lindsey tried to rub down his back, but the touch caused Spike to yelp and struggle harder.
“Will, Shh, calm down. I’ve got you m’boy, Shh Childe,” soothed Angelus holding his boy tight, stroking his back and purring.
“Sire?” Came Spike’s strangled, tear ridden question.
“Aye Will,” soothed Angelus. Spike stilled in his hold, trying to burrow himself into Angelus’ chest.
Seeing that Spike was calming down, Lindsey pulled in tight behind him, stroking him too and nuzzling against him, both Angelus and Lindsey forming a protective blanket around Spike.
“Will, everything is ok. Lindsey and I will no’ leave you, we promised remember? You’ll no’ be alone,” Angelus hushed.
“I saw her,” Spike barely whispered through tears in an utterly haunting voice, chilling even Angelus.
“Who Will, who d’ye see?” whispered Angelus worried and confused.
“Dru, she’s in there…blood everywhere…she’s broken Sire…they’ve broken her…and she’s bleeding…and I can’t save her...and…blood…and…her blood…lots…and…” he babbled in the same chilling voice.
Angelus and Lindsey both realised that this room must have been like the one at the Initiative building and had played on Spike’s memory. This was why he was scared of this room. This was why he was scared about coming here at all, he must have known that the clinic would look something like this, all medical facilities did. Angel and Lindsey hadn’t even considered this, the thought never crossed their minds. But now they were all too aware of why Spike was behaving this way, why he was terrified. No wonder he was frightened. His sister had been all but murdered in such a place and he’d been tortured and experimented on. Everything here was reminiscent of the Initiative. Angelus couldn’t help but let tears spring to his own eyes as he hugged his boy closer, feeling his childe’s pain.
Lindsey took over, “Spike, Dru’s not in there my love,” he whispered soothingly as he stroked both Spike and Angelus, “she’s safe where she is, no one can hurt her, you saved her Spike, you! This is just a bad memory, it’s not real. Dru isn’t hurting anymore, you saved her. I know it’s a shock…I know, but you must be strong. Isn’t that what Dru asked of you, to be strong?”
“I lied to her,” Spike hushed then looked up at Angelus, “told her you’d be there for her,” he growled low. Without warning Spike took a swing at Angelus, cracking him across the jaw with such a force that his mouth filled with blood. Angelus just stood there. Spike threw another punch and still Angelus just stood there and let him do it.
“That’s it Childe. Come on let me carry the blame, let me take your burden,” Angelus encouraged so softly, “you did not lie to her. You told her what she needed to hear and gave her peace. Now, let it go.” Spike delivered a final blow and then fell back into Angelus’ hold, hugging him tightly and shaking silently with the force of his crying. They held each other, silent for a moment. Spike’s outbreak hadn’t been about hatred or anger, Angelus and Lindsey could both see that. Spike didn’t blame anyone for the way things had happened now, not since he’d found out the whole story. He just felt incredibly guilty for lying to Dru and had sought his forgiveness in Angelus.
Angelus pulled Lindsey back to hold Spike with him.
“I can’t go in there,” whispered Spike, trembling madly in Angelus’ arms.
“Yes you can,” insisted Lindsey. “You are strong. You will make Dru proud. Angelus and I will help you. You will not let those bastard soldier boys win. You are going in there, you are getting that chip out and we are coming with you.” Spike listened to Lindsey, straightened up, took a deep breath and ceased crying. “That’s it,” encouraged Lindsey softly, taking hold of Spike’s hand, nudging Angelus to take the other. Slowly they entered the room, Angelus holding most of Spike’s weight as he leaned heavily against him, Spike breathing hard with the effort of being in the room and Lindsey offering encouragement and calming him.
By the time the practitioner and doctor entered the room and Spike had pulled himself together, he wasn’t going to show any fear or weakness in their presence. The doctor spoke, “Mr. Chase, if you could sit here, like so,” Spike sat on the large chair device and let the doctor position him correctly. He sat in the chair, chest flat against what would have been the back of a normal chair, head resting against a hollow cushioned rim that allowed his face to peek through on the other side, much like a massage chair, and feet placed on the footrests. His knuckles were pure white where he was gripping the hand rests so tightly.
“If you two could wait outside and…,” said the doctor aiming her words at Angelus and Lindsey, causing Spike’s eyes to fly open wide from where he had been scrunching them tightly shut.
Not giving her a chance to finish her sentence, Angelus growled, “No!”
“Ok, as you wish,” finished the doctor holding her hands in mock defence, “but you must not speak, not a word understand, I will NOT be held responsible for anything that either of you might say to interfere with the incantation.” Both Angelus and Lindsey nodded in understanding. Spike closed his eyes again in relief and relaxed.
Spike flinched, opening his eyes wide again as the magical practitioner placed his hands on the back of Spike’s skull, locating the chip they assumed. Spike made a small almost unnoticeable motion with his hand to wave Angelus and Lindsey away as he felt them move fractionally, ready to head for him to take his hands and comfort him. They resisted the urge to dive at him and instead watched as the magical practitioner mumbled something and sprinkled some powder over Spike who fell instantly and seemingly unconscious. Aware that they couldn’t make a sound Angelus and Lindsey both starred at the doctor worriedly, she looked at them for a split second nodding slightly to reassure them that this was normal, it was what was expected.
The practitioner began to chant. Small blue flecks of lightening surrounded him. He looked like he was performing a mime as he pretended to peel open Spike’s skull and take out an imaginary…something. He flicked the invisible ‘something’ into the air, which caused a very real popping noise followed by a puff of smoke. The practitioner then made as if folding the opened skull back into place and waved his hands over the join to seal it, he mumbled something else and then vanished into thin air.
The doctor approached Spike, raised an eyelid and shone a light into it then did the same with the other eye. “Mr. Chase’s chip is now fully deactivated.”
“That’s it?” asked Angel, surprised at the shortness and seemingly ‘nothingness’ of the procedure.
“That’s it,” the doctor confirmed. “He’s fine but will be out for quite a while yet, nothing to worry about, quite normal. I’ll arrange for someone to come and collect him to take him to recovery,” said the doctor.
“That won’t be necessary,” stated Angel, “we’ll take him straight home. He can rest there.”
“As you wish,” said the doctor, “I’ll just need a signature from one of you to sign him out and collect his prescription,” she said holding out a pen and her clipboard. Lindsey took the pen and speed read through the paperwork before putting his signature to it.
“You can pick these up in the pharmacy, it’s just before the lobby on the way out, “she said handing Lindsey the prescription paper and taking the clip board back from him. “If you wait here I’ll go and get a wheelchair for Mr. Chase so that you can take him to your car.”
“No, I can manage,” said Angel easily scooping up his boy and lifting him up into his strong arms.
Angel and Lindsey both said their thanks and the doctor wished them well.
***
Lindsey had driven Angel’s car home while he and Angelus had equally sat in the backseat cradling their unconscious boy. Once home, they had taken Spike to bed and we’re now watching over him, waiting for him to regain consciousness while Lindsey was in the kitchen reading through the instructions for the remedies as he heated some blood for Angel and made himself something to eat too.
Lindsey walked into the bedroom so Angelus courteously dropped into the background a little to allow them some time together, although still keeping a watchful eye over his childe.
Lindsey stood next to Angel and pulled his head to rest against his stomach as he handed him the mug of blood. He gently stroked Angel’s hair, who nuzzled against him as they both looked down at the sleeping vampire. Spike was perfectly still, so unlike himself. Spike couldn’t keep still while he was awake and it followed the same for when he was asleep, he always fidgeted to some extent and breathed too. He wasn’t breathing now - nothing. Granted Lindsey had only slept with him a couple of times, but Angelus’ knew him well, knew his habits.
***
Angel now watched over both of his boys. Tired, Lindsey had climbed into bed awhile ago, cuddling up to Spike as he fell asleep. Angel refused to join the pair in sleep, wanting to be there when Spike awoke. Lindsey slept a good few hours before waking to find Angel still keeping watch. He looked so worn and beaten as he fought hard against sleep.
“Come on baby, you have to get some sleep,” Lindsey whispered so as not to wake Spike taking hold of Angel’s hand as he reached across Spike’s body.
“Can’t.”
“Come on you’ll hear him if he wakes. You’re not going to be any use to him in this state are you?”
“I’m alright.”
“No you’re not, Look, I’ll sit up a while if you want and if he so much as even twitches I’ll wake you ok? Ok?” he repeated again when Angel didn’t answer.
“Ok,” Angel sighed giving in, he was tired and he knew that Lindsey was right, he’d be no use to Spike like this, “thank you baby,” he said kissing Lindsey as they switched places and then promptly fell asleep.
Now Lindsey watched over the sleeping pair. He jumped as Spike startled him, suddenly calling out for his Sire in his sleep. Lindsey instantly reached over to wake Angel up, but didn’t need to as he was met with the golden flecked eyes of Angelus, shaken awake at hearing his childe’s cries. Angelus pulled Spike close into him and whispered, “I’m here Will,” as he stroked his body soothingly. Spike quietened at his Sire’s voice but continued to mumble in a low tone.
Neither could make out what he was saying, if he was even saying real words at all. “Lindsey,” Angelus spoke, “get in behind William, you should sleep. You were right, we’ll hear him if he wakes. It’ll comfort him to have us both surrounding him.” Lindsey did as he was told. Climbing in behind Spike he pressed up against him and wasn’t surprised when Angelus reached further to include him in his embrace too.
Spike fell silent again, comforted by their presence. Lindsey was soon asleep but Angelus stayed awake a while longer, he couldn’t sleep after hearing his boy calling for him. He cried to himself wondering how many nights his childe had called out for him in the same way during Angelus’ absence, his cries going unheard, unanswered. He’d known William to call out for him on a few occasions even when he had been right there, just not close enough for Will’s liking.
***
Much later, Spike began to stir causing the other two to wake. “Fuck my head hurts,” were the first words that Spike uttered. Angel and Angelus couldn’t help but smile. That was their boy!
“Hey Spike,” greeted Lindsey kissing Spike’s back where his own face had been pressed moments earlier. “I’ll go get some of your medicine ok,” he continued jumping straight out of bed and heading to the kitchen as fast as he could.
“You ok Will?” asked Angel, giving him a kiss and hugging him.
“Can we go home? Is it all done?” asked Spike a little confused.
“We are home my love, and yes it’s all done, all over now. How are you feeling?”
“Like my head’s fucking splitting open,” he replied.
“Angel, help Spike sit will you,” said Lindsey walking in with a potion that he’d made up. Angel did as he was told. Sitting behind Spike he pulled him up so that he had Spike’s back lying against his chest. Lindsey passed Spike the mug with the potion in it. Spike tried to take it, but his hands were shaking. Rather than treat him like a baby and feed him, which he knew Spike would hate, Lindsey just helped him to hold the mug, wrapping his own hands around Spike’s and lifting the mug to his lips.
“Ugh it’s bleedin’ ‘orrible,” Spike complained.
“Don’t care, drink it!” ordered Angel, “it’ll make you better.”
Spike drank and then pushed the cup away, Lindsey looked into the mug, and pushed it back to Spike, “all of it!” he ordered. Spike pulled a sulky face but did as he was told.
“It’s not working,” Spike complained instantly.
“You’ll have to give it a few minutes,” Lindsey soothed rubbing Spike’s hands.
They sat silently for a while, Angel and Lindsey simply petting and comforting Spike.
“I’m tired,” Spike spoke softly, breaking the silence, as he laid even heavier back against Angel.
“It’s ok Will, you sleep then,” soothed Angel stroking Spike as his eyes fell closed and he drifted off to sleep once more.
“It’s got a mild sedative in it,” said Lindsey as an explanation for Spike’s amazingly short spell of wakefulness, “should keep him out for another hour or so.”
“Probably best if he can sleep it all off,” agreed Angel.
“There’s not a lot to do today, shall I call the others and tell them to take the day off or do you still want them in?” asked Lindsey, knowing that Angel certainly wouldn’t be down in the office today. Lindsey didn’t want to go either.
“Yeah if you could Linds, tell them that unless Cordy gets a vision or something else crops up that they can have the day off, actually make it a couple of days, just tell them we’ve got plans or something and we want to be alone. I’m sure they won’t want to be if here if they think….”
“Got ya,” smiled Lindsey cutting him off, “I’ll give it half an hour then phone them, they should be getting up by then. You hungry?” Angel shook his head no, so Lindsey climbed back into bed and snuggled up to the pair of vampires for a while before he got back up and headed off to phone the team. When he came back Spike was awake again. “Better Spike?” he asked softly.
“Head hurts like a bastard,” he whinged.
“I think you should eat something, you up to that?” asked Lindsey.
“Maybe just a bit,” replied Spike. Angel positioned Spike ready to feed. Lindsey went into the kitchen to heat some blood for him and brought it back, again helping him to feed. Spike gulped down the blood and pushed the cup back to Lindsey pulling his usual ‘ugh’ face.
“Smokes?” Spike asked.
“Sorry Spike,” said Lindsey shaking his head. “Anything else?” Spike shook his head no, then wished that he hadn’t moved. He groaned and tried to push himself up from Angel to stand, but didn’t get anywhere, “I’m gonna….” he didn’t finish his sentence as he heaved blood up all over the bed and himself.
“It’s ok Will,” Angel soothed him, rubbing his back and shoulders where Spike had managed to get up onto his knees.
“Gonna…” Spike heaved again, “Sorry.”
“Hey, no need for sorry…you gonna do it again?”
“Don’t think so,” he groaned.
“Bathroom, quickly,” Angel instructed Lindsey.
“Come on,” said Lindsey softly, helping Angel to help Spike to stand, “let’s get you cleaned up.”
They took Spike through to the bathroom and Lindsey started a bath running. While it filled he went back into the bedroom and stripped the bed. He came back in to find Spike with his head almost down the bowl and Angel comforting him as he continued to dry heave having already emptied his stomach. The bath was almost full now so Lindsey turned it off, “you ok for a bit Angel if I go make a new bed up?” he asked. Angel nodded and so that’s what Lindsey went to do.
When he returned this time, Angel had managed to get Spike into the bath with him, sitting behind him as they had been on the bed. Lindsey knelt down next to the bath and stroked Spike’s forehead in a soothing manner before taking a wash cloth and gently cleaning him. Spike was lying back against Angel, completely exhausted and barely conscious as he let Lindsey bathe him.
“Can he take some more medicine yet?” asked Angel, “he said his head is killing him.”
“Sure,” said Lindsey checking his watch to make sure he’d left enough time between doses, “I’ll go make some,” and with that he disappeared into the kitchen.
“He’s asleep,” whispered Lindsey, nodding at Spike, as he came back in with the potion and put it on the counter.
“Thought so,” Angel whispered back. “Linds, thanks for everything, running around after him and all, you know.”
“No problem,” he smiled.
Lindsey got one of the large bath sheets and helped Angel and Spike out of the bath. They lay Spike on the towel, wrapping him up and drying him and before Angel carried him back to bed. He had stirred a little but didn’t wake. Angel sat down in the chair next to the bed to watch over Spike. Lindsey disappeared into the kitchen again, coming back with some blood for Angel, some toast for himself and a bucket for Spike…just in case!
***
They must have both dropped off to sleep again, as Spike woke them up with his cries of, “Sire,” as he slept. Angelus hastily made an appearance and moved to comfort his boy. Lindsey looked at his watch and saw that they’d only been down for about 20 minutes. Spike vamped, shifted and woke as Angelus touched him, “I’m hungry Sire,” he said in a weak voice, and Lindsey instantly jumped to his feet to go make Spike some blood.
“No ‘tis alright Lindsey,” hushed Angelus waving his hand for Lindsey to sit. Angelus helped Spike into a semi sitting position, holding him as a nursing mother would cradle her baby. Angelus now in full game face, rather than just golden eyed, sliced across his own breast and helped Spike latch on and suckle at pure Sire’s blood. This was what his childe needed.
The room was silent other than the soft lapping sounds that Spike made as he drank. Lindsey couldn’t help starring at the pair, thinking them so beautiful together and absently he let out a happy sigh. Angelus looked up from his childe and smiled at Lindsey, who found himself smiling back.
Angelus motioned to Lindsey that he was welcome to sit beside them, so that he could see more clearly. Lindsey leaned up against Angelus and watched fascinated as Spike’s tongue lapped and licked lovingly at the wound his Sire had made for him, his fangs resting against the flesh but not penetrating it. Lindsey thought how cute Spike looked, his nose wrinkled where it was pressed against Angelus’ body. Spike’s eyes were closed contentedly as he drank, oblivious to Lindsey’s gaze in his weakened state. Lindsey unconsciously mimicked Spike’s actions, as if he were the one feeding. Spike drank his fill and drifted peacefully off to sleep again in his Sire’s arms.
Lindsey found the whole experience breathtaking, fascinating, beautiful…. and also a huge turn on. He looked longingly at the wasted blood that was now flowing down Angelus’ chest, unaware of the golden eyes watching him. Angelus startled him, “I’m sorry boy, he will no’ let you taste of me,” he hushed as he stroked Will sleeping in his arms.
“I know,” breathed Lindsey, still not removing his eyes from the blood as the flow slowed and the wound healed. He knew who Angelus had meant, not his childe…but Angel. Angel wouldn’t let him. Angelus knew of the familial bloodlust that Lindsey already possessed, as did Spike…as did Angel himself. Only Angel refused to acknowledge it. Lindsey didn’t understand the feelings that plagued him. He didn’t even know what they were.
All he knew was that he felt drawn to something….he just didn’t realise that it was their blood calling him. He in return felt compelled to keep trying to offer his to them, wanted them to drink of him. It was like Spike had said, family, and blood sharing was a part of that.
~~~*~~~
Lindsey found Angel sitting in his office head in his hands starring down at some legal papers. “Ok baby?” asked Lindsey.
“No, I can’t make any sense of these,” said Angel motioning towards the papers, “and he’s doing my head in keep playing that shit,” he practically growled letting his forehead slide through his fingers and bang against the desk.
The ‘shit’ he was referring to was Spike’s music that his vampiric hearing was picking up on. Already on edge and grouchy from not being able to make sense of the papers, he was having a hard time ignoring it and blocking it out.
Spike had taken a lap top upstairs to do some work while he watched MTV’s Hard & Heavy, it helped him concentrate, or so he said.
“Hey come on,” Lindsey soothed, leaning over Angel from behind, rubbing the tension out of his shoulders as he ran his eyes over the documents on the desk, “pretty standard,” he stated. Angel leaned heavily into his touch enjoying the massage. “I’ll take care of them,” continued Lindsey, “why didn’t you just give them to me in the first place?”
“I thought I’d give it a go, I know you’re already loaded down with work and then you were trying to teach Cordy how to use that new data package thing on top,” he signed as he crooked his neck and arched up towards Lindsey trying to get a deeper rub.
At that point Gunn leaned his head round the door, “Angel man, I need you to come look at something.” Angel let himself fall against the desk again, emitting a fake sob.
“Come on,” Lindsey chided him, nudging him to pick himself up. Angel did as he was told. He gave Lindsey his ‘why can’t I ever just get some peace - give me sympathy’ look before kissing him and following Gunn out of the office.
Lindsey made his way upstairs to see what Spike was up to. He walked into the suite only to find Spike passed out in front of the TV wearing nothing but jeans which were fully unbuttoned for comfort. He was asleep, spread out along the full length of the couch, head against one of the arms and the laptop resting on his stomach with his fingers still poised ready to type.
Lindsey turned the TV off. How could Spike sleep with it blaring out like that? No wonder it had been driving Angel mad downstairs. Truth was Spike hadn’t slept well at all those years away from his Angelus, not being able to find the peace and comfort that he needed. Even sharing his bed with Dru he still couldn’t relax, always remaining just on the surface of sleep ready to jump into action if need be. Since being here he’d felt so safe that he could sleep through just about anything.
Lindsey thought how peaceful and innocent Spike always looked when he was asleep. Peaceful, innocent…..and sexy! He picked up the laptop, wondering how Spike could have stood having it resting on him. It was burning hot underneath where he’d had it switched on for so long with no air circulating beneath it. He stroked his hand across Spike’s stomach so see if it was hot, wondering if the laptop had actually heated his skin at all. Spike stirred at the contact, moaning a little, but not waking, and Lindsey was treated to the sight of Spike’s hard cock, getting even harder where his jeans were peeled fully open.
‘Must be dreaming about something good,’ he thought, and Spike was. The last thing he’d seen on TV before giving in to sleep was Manson… and how he just ‘adored’ Marilyn!
Lindsey couldn’t help but ever so gently let his hand glide across Spike’s tight abs and down towards his cock…
Spike moaned as Marilyn removed the paddle from where it was resting on his stomach. He’d hoped that Marilyn had the intention of bending him over and spanking his arse raw, but it looked like he had something else in mind. The paddle was still warm from where he’d given Marilyn’s thonged arse a tanning a few moments ago. Spike watched as instead, Marilyn slid his hand slowly across his perfectly defined stomach. Spike raised his hips encouraging him to take his prize and was rewarded as Marilyn took hold of his cock in a lose grip and began to pump slowly. Spike watched as blue painted fingernails moved up and down his shaft, a silver painted thumb sweeping across the head at regular intervals gathering pre-cum and smearing it, massaging it into his length.
Spike hitched a breath as another hand, clad in a black soft latex gauntlet, sneaked up his body, catching and sticking against his skin on its path towards a nipple, teasing and pulling at the metal that it found there for a while before a tongue came to replace it. Spike closed his eyes and lay back as Marilyn’s expert tongue swept and laved relentlessly at his sensitive nub. He could hear himself moaning as teeth joined in, nipping and gently biting at his soft flesh.
Spike opened his eyes to meet Marilyn’s own, hidden by a mismatched set of corneal contacts, one red and one blue. Marilyn held Spike’s gaze as he slowly trailed his tongue downwards, kissing his chest and stomach on his descent, leaving little sparkling pink lipstick peck marks in his wake.
Spike giggled a little as Marilyn’s longish hair, red streaked with black, brushed and tickled against his stomach. His giggling gave way instantly to a groan as Marilyn swooped down on his cock, swallowing him whole as he deep throated him. Spike couldn’t take his eyes off Marilyn as he watched the red/black haired man then start bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking as if his life depended on it leaving huge black lipstick streaks along Spike’s length. ‘Didn’t he have pink lippy on just now?’ thought Spike absently.
Marilyn teased the head of Spike’s cock, flicking his tongue over and around the slit and swirling around the bulbous globe. Spike didn’t want to be teased, he wanted it now full on, hard. He wanted to grab Marilyn’s head and violently force him all the way home, but found that he couldn’t move his arms, they felt so heavy. Then he realised that at some point, although he couldn’t remember when, Marilyn had cuffed him to the bed posts, he must have chained his legs too or bound them with leather straps as they were just as heavy and immovable.
Spike couldn’t wait, he wanted it now. He was more than ready after his ‘play session’ with Marilyn already. He’d loved cuffing him to the ceiling bar as he’d alternatively horse whipped or cut him with a knife, to produce thin red slivers of blood that he’d then lovingly licked and healed with his tongue, listening to the pleasured whimpers that it produced from his willing victim. His Angelus used to do this to him amongst other things, but that was long ago, maybe he’d have to speak to him about that, he sure as hell missed it.
Spike began to rock his hips and thrust up into Marilyn’s eager mouth. He looked down so that he could see his cock disappearing into and out of the dark black coated lips. Their eyes met again and Spike thought how entirely sexy Marilyn looked right now, lipstick smeared around his perfect mouth, eyeliner smudged and running slightly down his soft cheeks, red eye shadow firmly in place, giving way to gold hints at the far corners. He lifted himself higher so that he could check out Marilyn’s entire body. It aroused him further to see that Marilyn was stroking his own cock, matching his movements on Spike’s own. He looked delicious wearing a black leather corset, bound impossibly tight against his slender pale frame, suspenders holding up semi latex fish net stockings that encased his painfully thin legs and black high heeled PVC boots to top it off. Boots that Spike loved to lick, to run his tongue over, to mimic giving head to the heel on.
‘That’s strange’’ thought Spike as he realised that Marilyn must have three hands, one was clearly stroking his own cock as he moaned Spike’s name around his cock, one was teasing the metal in his nipples and the third had just sneaked up to brush against his lips… ‘he’s offering me his blood, the Reverend is actually offering me ‘his’ blood,’ thought Spike. It was all too much for him as he instantly fell into game face turning towards the offered wrist as he came hard and fast down Marilyn’s throat, moaning and growling as he did so. Spike opened his mouth wide ready to sink his fangs into the willing flesh but was startled and missed, biting into thin air as Trent Reznor, ‘Trent? Where the hell did he come from?’ suddenly yelled in a loud booming voice at Marilyn, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Spike’s eyes flew open. He was instantly alert as usual, but didn’t have a clue what was going on. He saw Lindsey barely scramble to his feet and try to make a dash towards the bedroom, Angel was across the room in a flash, only missing pouncing on Lindsey because Spike reflexively shot out an arm and clamped his hand around Angel’s ankle, dropping him to the floor.
Spike heard the bathroom door slam shut, the lock pull and Lindsey slump to the floor sobbing his heart out, whilst Angel growled at Spike, got to his feet and pounded on the door. “Open this door now or I’ll fucking break it down!”
Spike was after him in an instant, “Hey just calm down will you, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on?” Angel shouted incredulously, “What the fuck were you two playing at? Lindsey open up!” he banged his fist on the door.
“Angel, Angel,” calmed Spike taking hold of Angel’s hands. “I really don’t know what’s going on, now just quieten down and tell me what’s up.”
At that point Gunn appeared at the suite door that Angel had left open, out of breath from running up the stairs, “What’s going on?” he shouted at Angel “Where’s Lindsey?”
“He’s in there,” Spike spoke calmly motioning towards the bathroom door, buttoning his open jeans to save Gunn from a free show.
“What have you done with him?” commanded Gunn in Angel’s direction.
“Nothing yet,” growled Angel. “Now fuck off.” Angel had never spoken to Gunn like this before. Actually Gunn didn’t recall ever hearing Angel speak this way.
“Angel,” Spike scolded and Angel had the decency to look ashamed at his outburst.
“Yeah right,” snorted Gunn in his ‘as if’ voice, “Linds man, you ok?” he shouted.
Angel was quite impressed that Gunn wasn’t going to be frightened off by him. He was looking out for Lindsey.
“He’s fine,” said Spike calmly although he could clearly hear Lindsey sobbing. “I’ll handle it,” he nodded reassuringly at Gunn, letting him know that he could go, nothing was going to happen to Lindsey. Gunn was a bit reluctant to go, but with an extra nod from Spike he relented and left, leaving the door open so that he could hear if he was needed.
“Talk!” commanded Spike as he took a firm hold on Angel starring him straight in the eyes. He softened his hold and gently stroked down Angel’s shoulders, “Come on love? What happened?” he soothed.
“You we’re just about to feed from him,” said Angel as he gave up his anger. Spike looked at him confused. “You were asleep I know, but he was … well…”
“Oh,” Spike cut in, everything suddenly clicking into place. “It’s not such a big deal is it?” he tried.
“Not a big deal? You could have easily drained him or something! You both know my rules. He knows I don’t want you feeding from him and he knows I don’t want him to be fed from. He doesn’t understand,” Angel said sadly as he finished.
“And whose fault is that?” Spike looked at Angel accusingly. “The poor sod hasn’t got a bloody clue what’s going on in his head and I don’t know why you keep fucking with him like this, it’s not right - there I’ve said it!”
Angel dropped his head to look at his feet, he knew who’s fault it was. Lindsey had asked him so many questions, he wanted to know, wanted to understand…but Angel had avoided telling him. Lindsey had also tried to tell Angel how he felt too, but again Angel hadn’t wanted to listen. He knew that Lindsey felt the familial bloodlust and that he didn’t understand it. He just stupidly hoped that if he pretended it didn’t exist, that it would go away.
Spike sighed, running his hand through his hair, while trying to figure out what to do.
“Look, you go in there for a while,” Spike said waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the lounge. Angel did as he was told, knowing that he’d be able to hear anything that the pair said anyway.
“Linds love, can you let me in? I want to talk to you.”
“Where is he?” came the sobbing voice from behind the door.
“He’s in the other room love. Let me in…please?” Lindsey unlocked the door, opened it a little and peaked out with his tear streaked face just to make sure that it was only Spike standing there. Spike smiled softly at him, “it’s just me pet,” he said. Lindsey opened the door further and let him in, locking it behind him again.
Spike immediately pulled Lindsey to him, holding him tight, stroking him and comforting him. “Come on love, what’s this all about then?” he soothed. “Why on earth did you try and make me feed from you….like that?” Spike slowly took Lindsey down to the floor in his arms, so that they could be more comfortable. Angel listened as they spoke.
“You wouldn’t understand, you can’t possibly understand,” Lindsey nuzzled against Spike’s chest.
“Come on love, try me.” Spike knew what was wrong with Lindsey, but he needed him to say it, to pour out his feelings and say exactly what was on his mind. Spike was doing this as much for Angel as he was for Lindsey. He knew that Angel would be listening in. Angel needed to hear this. Spike wanted him to finally listen to Lindsey, to understand him. He’d ignored it for too long and Lindsey was breaking because of it.
“What’s the point? I tried talking to him before about this, millions of times and it’s always the same. He can’t understand… or won’t. Why are you going to be any different?” Lindsey shifted through a range of emotions, angry into despair as he stood up and started pacing the room. Spike stayed seated, looking up at him, watching him.
“Please pet, I want to help you. Make me understand.”
“Make you understand? I don’t fucking understand it myself. Look, I just…I’m fucked off with pretending that everything is fine when it’s not. I just, oh fuck it. I hate it ok. I hate that I don’t know the man that I love…the men that I love.” Lindsey paused for a moment, holding his hand to his brow, eyes closed as he thought about what to say.
“Spike, you know I love you right,” Spike nodded and Lindsey continued, “I don’t want this to sound like I resent you, I don’t…I never could, but I don’t know how else to tell you without it sounding that way ok?”
“I understand. Go on pet,” Spike encouraged.
“I’m jealous of you. Jealous of what you and Angelus, what you and Angel share…you have something that I don’t have, don’t understand. You know each other so entirely. You said I’m family right? Well you know what, it doesn’t matter how much you tell me that, I doesn’t feel like it. I’m always on the outside,” he said sadly.
“Before you came along I just kept getting these…cravings I guess. I don’t know where they came from. I didn’t have them before I met him. It’s like I just kept wanting him to bite me…and I wanted to taste him. Do you get that?”
“Yeah, it’s part of being family, wanting to share blood… well with lovers anyway. It’s not the same with just any family member.”
“See, I didn’t know that. He hardly tells me anything…and do you know how that makes me feel? He is my everything…and yet sometimes he can make me feel like nothing.
“Sometimes it’s just simple little things, like that night we collected you. We waited in the car outside the bar and he told me that he could feel you, told me that I shouldn’t go in to get you because you’d be able to smell him on me. Probably just the basics I guess and yet I didn’t have a fucking clue. I knew that vampires have an incredible sense of smell, I mean he’s told me he can smell when I’m aroused and so on, but I had no idea that I was marked with his scent…and when he told me that part, it made me feel so….warm, you know?
“Maybe things like that are so instinctive that you don’t even think about them…but I’d like to know them. It would make me feel….special, and yes that sounds sappy, but it would. How many other humans know personal little intimate things like that? Not many I’m sure.
“Then there are more important things, like failing to mention that you are in fact two people or that you just happen to have a family stashed away somewhere,” Lindsey said with a sarcastic venom. “I didn’t know much about you and Dru or his connection to you, his feelings for you. Do you know when I found out huh? A few days before I tracked you down, that’s when! Before that you were both just Angelus’ family, a long dead Angelus. I had no idea that he was still alive, that they were sharing a body. I was fed the same lies as everyone else. Didn’t he trust me enough to tell me? Am I of that little importance? Do I not deserve that much, to have things explained to me?”
“Some things aren’t as easy as they seem, maybe he didn’t know how to tell you,” suggested Spike.
“He could have tried, I asked enough! I was struggling with these urges, feeling rejected when he wouldn’t bite me, wouldn’t claim me.”
“Yeah I get that,” Spike sympathised. Of course, he’d been there too.
“I thought I’d finally got my head round it at one point. Made excuses for him, like he didn’t want to turn me into a monster or something. But then guess what, I find out that demons aren’t soulless…or whatever you want to call it. Sure I’d change from a human point of view, but what we had wouldn’t change…no that’s not true, it would change, it would make what we have stronger, more intense right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So?”
“So, it’s not just about the biting and the sharing of blood, you want him to turn you?” Of course Spike already knew the answer, but he wanted Angel to hear what Lindsey had to say.
“Fucking hell, I thought that was obvious. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you. It would be the first time ‘you’ve’ been left out of something, his precious childe,” Lindsey accused, then instantly wished he hadn’t.
“I’m sorry Spike, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” he apologised.
“I know pet,” Spike stated, he realised that Lindsey was just venting.
“It’s just…it’s not fair”, he whined. “You get it all. You’ve got Angel, you’ve got Angelus and you’ll have them forever….and I won’t….BECAUSE I DON’T FUCKING WELL HAVE FOREVER!” he roared in a sudden temper then began to stomp about the bathroom in a rage, waving his arms about and gesturing wildly. “He says he won’t leave me. That he’ll look after me as I grow older, that he’ll still want me,” he sneered. “Well fuck that! I’m not hanging around so that he can watch me grow old and die! I will not stay long enough for him to see that happen to me, I’d rather kill myself first! Why would he want me anyway?” the hysteria in Lindsey’s voice was fully evident, blending with anger, “He’s got you! He’s not going to want some old fucker hanging around and cramping his style when he’s got someone as young, gorgeous and fuckable as you with him for all eternity!”
“How can he tell me that he loves me? He doesn’t love me, not enough to share his past…present and certainly not his future with me.
“Oh Lindsey, he does love you. Believe it or not his reasons for not doing what you want and for not telling you, are because he loves you. I think he just doesn’t know the right words to explain, always worrying that he’ll say or do the wrong thing and hurt you more. Lin, he doesn’t want to hurt you.
“Doesn’t want to hurt me?” Lindsey laughed hysterically and stopped his pacing. “What the fuck does he think he’s doing by denying me what I need? Do you want to know what not hurting me looks like?” Lindsey asked turning to face away from Spike to face the sink. “Shall I show you?”
The next thing Spike knew the scent of blood hit his nostrils full on.
“Oh shit!” He cursed, rushing towards Lindsey.
“What the fuck are you doing,” he cried, tears running down his face as he looked at Lindsey’s ruined arms where he was cutting into them savagely, viciously with a knife; his precious blood running in rivulets down his arms in thick heavy droplets, splashing into the sink. Spike tried to wrestle the knife from his hands without causing further damage, but couldn’t manage it.
“Lin, please,” he sobbed, giving up and hugging Lindsey from behind, resting his head against his back. “Please,” he begged again and again until Lindsey finally let the knife fall into the sink, clattering as it hit the porcelain and landed in a pool of his wasted blood. He gripped the edges of the sink so hard that his knuckles turned pure white, breathing hard, with Spike still resting against his back.
“Well, you two aren’t the only ones with secrets, all of those scrapes and cuts I kept getting where do you think they were coming from? How is this for not hurting?” Lindsey said viciously, then instantly dropped his voice and spoke sadly, “Spike, I don’t even know why I do it. It’s just…I need to do it…to feel that rush, to taste my own blood…it, it helps…for a while. Am I insane?” he asked lost, pleadingly.
“No, not at all baby,” soothed Spike, his voice raw and broken, “not at all. I knew you had it bad, but not like this. No, not like this baby, I promise I didn’t,” Spike soothed, running his hands softly up and down Lindsey’s back.
Outside the bathroom, the smell of Lindsey’s blood had hit Angel like a bomb. He struggled to stay where he was, his instinct screaming at him to get in there and save Lindsey. His brain told him to wait, to listen to what Lindsey had to say, to hear the words that he hadn’t let him speak before. Spike was with him, Lindsey would be safe. What they didn’t need now was Angel breaking down the door and trying to play hero. That would solve nothing.
“Out there, I wasn’t trying to cause trouble or hurt either of you. I couldn’t help myself. It was just, well, I saw you lying there and I wanted you…like I always do. Then I dunno, I just wanted you to feed from me, and so I just….did it. I couldn’t resist. That’s all there was to it, no premeditation, no plan,” he spoke so open and honestly, “I didn’t even think about the danger of you draining me….but you know what, it wouldn’t have mattered. Perhaps if you’d drained me dry one of you would have turned me to save me…or you’d have both left me to die. Either way I don’t care because I just can’t stand feeling like this anymore. It hurts too much, I feel like I’m dying inside and I feel like I’m going crazy.
“Spike?”
“Sill here,” he hushed, placing a soft kiss against the back of Lindsey’s neck.
“Spike, if you really want to help me as you say you do, then please kill me, just fucking kill me,” Lindsey spoke so brokenly, with so much desperation. “Take me as yours, if he doesn’t want me. Or if you don’t want me either then just kill me, deliver me into the hands of death…I can’t go on like this.”
“I, I can’t,” Spike spoke softly, turning Lindsey to face him and pulling him into his arms. “I’m sorry”, he hushed as he lowered himself and Lindsey to sit on the floor once more. He wasn’t sure how much longer his legs were going to hold out, hit by the weight of Lindsey’s confession and request.
“It’s so unfair,” Lindsey whispered rubbing his head into Spike’s chest, sounding like a little lost child. “Spike why doesn’t he want me?
“It’s not like that love, not at all. Oh he wants you alright…. …he’s just….scared, so very, very scared.”
“Tell me?”
“First, you want to know why he won’t let you drink huh?” Lindsey nodded yes against Spike. “Angel is so gonna cut my bollocks off for this and use them as marbles but….” he muttered more to himself than Lindsey, preying silently that he’d be forgiven for this transgression. He was trying to help after all. With all the lack of communication, this situation was so fucked up. Spike let his fangs down without fully vamping and bit a small puncture hole into the tip of his finger. “Here,” he offered the bleeding digit to Lindsey. Lindsey stared at Spike’s finger for what seemed like ages.
“Do you want to know or not?” Spike sighed. Lindsey thought for a second longer. Yes. He had to understand.
Lindsey turned out of Spike’s hold and rocked up onto his knees, leaned forwards and sucked Spike’s finger into his warm mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a pleasured groan, just the knowledge of what he was doing got him hot. Then he tasted the blood and moaned deeper. Spike held back a groan as he felt Lindsey’s tongue tentatively lap at the wound.
Spike’s blood was nothing like Lindsey’s. It seemed magical. He could practically feel it buzzing with energy and power, coming alive on his tongue. His feeding lasted mere seconds before he heard Spike’s “Enough Lin,” and started to slip his finger away. Lindsey wasn’t going to let him go, he wanted more, had to have more. He bit down on Spike’s finger, trapping it with his teeth, “Enough Lin,” firmer now, then, “Lindsey STOP!”
Lindsey fell back on to the floor with the force of Spike’s shove, gasping from the intense pleasure of receiving such powerful blood.
“Amazing yeah? Way beyond words?” Lindsey nodded from where he now lay, eyes still lust dazed.
“Close your eyes Lin, let your mind wander. Really look into my blood, look beneath it, drift below that level of lust and tell me what you see.” Spike’s voice dropped menacingly low, “Tell me Lindsey, what do you see?”
Lindsey tried hard to do what Spike was asking of him, but he couldn’t…then yes, something right…. Lindsey instantly paled at what he saw there, his eyes flying wide open.
“Not too pretty is it pet?” Spike said sympathetically. “Now, me I’m a demon, I can handle seeing those things, bloody hell I caused them! Those were my memories you took a peak at. I don’t give a shit about those people, I could see images like that all day and not be fazed…could you?” Spike paused for a moment then spoke sadly, “Angel couldn’t.” Lindsey rolled on to his side and looked up at Spike, mouth hanging wide open in shock.
“Yeah that’s right, Angel,” Spike confirmed. “Angel knows what it’s like to see that stuff without the comfort of a demon heart. Angelus used to taunt him with it, only he was forced not just to see them, but to live them, sounds, smells, feelings, the works.
“That’s why he won’t let you feed,” Spike stated. “That’s what he meant when he said he didn’t want to hurt you. He wasn’t talking so much about the physical side, more the emotional. He loves you too much to put you through that.”
“Angel has to live with that?” Lindsey asked, eyes full of tears for Angel’s suffering.
“Ah, no baby,” Spike soothed Lindsey, motioning for him to come back over for a hug, “not anymore. Once Angel and Angelus stopped fighting each other, they well…. kind of blended I guess. You’ve seen that for yourself. Angel and Angelus are not so different anymore…and there pet is another part of the problem.
“He’s scared to let you drink, scared of what you’ll see inside ‘his’ blood, not just Angelus’. He thinks that if you see him, really see him that you won’t be able to look at him again, not in the same way. That you won’t want him anymore, that you’ll stop loving him….that you’ll leave him. Do you understand now?
“You think he doesn’t love you enough to turn you right? You think he’ll discard you as you age? No Lin, he won’t. Do you know what it will do watch you get older, to watch you die? I do. It’ll destroy him, but he’d rather let himself suffer that than cause you a moment of pain. He’d rather have you love him you entire mortal life than let you see inside his blood and leave him alone now.
“Spike, I’m such a bastard aren’t I?”
“No pet, you’re not, not at all. You just didn’t understand…and he couldn’t tell you.”
“So, that’s why he wouldn’t let me feed? I get that now,” said Lindsey, taking a deep breath before he asked his next question. “But that still doesn’t explain why he won’t turn me. Surely if he made me his childe, if I became a demon, those images wouldn’t disturb me right?”
“No your right, they wouldn’t.”
“So why couldn’t he just turn me, let me feed just that once…then after that it wouldn’t matter anyway?”
“Think Linds. This is Angel we’re talking about. No matter how much he’d like to take you as his childe, and by the way pet believe me he does want to, he’s always going to be beating himself up about whether or not he did the right thing.
“Huh?” Lindsey looked at Spike, totally perplexed.
“Right, imagine this…he’s taken your blood, you’re at the point of death and it’s your turn to drink from him. You take that first taste of his blood when suddenly you see it, all that’s inside him. What if you can’t handle it, what if you then decide that you can’t be with him? What would you do? You only have two choices open to you…one to stop drinking and let death take you and he loses you, or two, you keep drinking knowing that when it’s all over you won’t care anyway. But even if you don’t care… he still will. He’ll never know if you came willingly or were forced. How can he know if you still loved him as you drank or if it was fear of dying that kept you going? He’ll always be wondering whether if given a second chance, you would still choose him.”
“How could I not?” Lindsey spoke in all honesty. I love him, whoever he is, whatever he is.
“Spike, I just saw inside you and I don’t feel any different about you, I still love you. You don’t give me enough credit. I may be ignorant when it comes to the intricacies of vampire life, all the physical stuff…but I’m not so stupid to know what vampires can do. What I saw may have been disturbing but it certainly wasn’t a surprise…I’ve seen first hand what vampires are capable of….what he is capable of.
“Spike I’m not an idiot. I do realise that Angel has these urges…and furthermore I know he acts upon them, that you both do. I know you do ‘vampy’ stuff together than I don’t understand and I know that you both still hunt occasionally. Didn’t know I knew did you?” Lindsey smiled slyly. “It’s in his nature and so I have to accept that. It is a part of who he is, what makes Angel…Angel, the Angel that I love. Besides it’s not like I’m a saint myself. Not like I’m any more worthy, and there is no demon influence in me to account for my actions. Everything I did, I did alone…me, just me. Spike, the things I’ve done…my crimes might not have the same….creativeness, but the outcomes are just as ugly.” Lindsey finished quietly.
“He wants to be ‘just’ a man for you.”
“How is he supposed to do that? He’s not ‘just’ a man. He does realise he’s a vampire right?” Lindsey asked with a hint of sarcasm, then with a roll of his eyes added…”and that I am actually aware of that fact?”
“Who can tell pet? Bit daft our bloke sometimes isn’t he?” Spike smiled, “and Lin, you misunderstand me. I never underestimated you. I knew that no matter what you saw inside me that you’d still feel the same, I wouldn’t have let you do it otherwise would I? It wasn’t me that I was trying to convince.”
“Does he really not know that I accept him no matter what he’s done, what he does, what he feels? He should do, I would have thought I’d given him enough proof of that with everything that I’ve done, everything that I’ve accepted so far…no matter how weird! Does he really think I can’t handle anything he throws at me, or that I don’t already? When will he realise that nothing could ever change me love for him? What do I need to say?”
“Lin, I think you’ve said everything he needs to hear,” Spike said, getting up and heading for the door. “Yeah, I think that’s all the big dope needed to hear,” Spike grinned. “Am I right?” he asked opening the door to revel Angel standing there motionless, large slow tears running down his cheeks and a self depreciating smile trying to break through.
“Yes,” he answered simply. “Come Childe,” he held his hand out towards Lindsey invitingly. Tears of happiness welled up in Lindsey’s eyes as he stood up and took Angel’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled into his arms.
“Oh Lin, what have you done?” He hushed holding Lindsey’s wrists in his hands as he inspected his arms. Angel brought one arm up to his mouth and slowly, lovingly lapped at his blood. The action sent a spark straight to Lindsey’s groin. Angel was drinking from him. “So good Lin, so good,” Angel whispered his compliment as he ceased his ministrations. Don’t ever doubt that I love you or think that I don’t want you…not even for a second,” Angel insisted with his whole heart, whispering softly into Lindsey’s ear as he pulled him close now, stroking his fingers through his hair. Angel held Lindsey tight for a moment before asking softly, “Are you ready?”
Lindsey pulled back from Angel a little. He held Angel’s gaze as he tilted his head to one side, revealing the delicate column of his neck, “Always.”
Angel’s heart broke at Lindsey’s one simple word. “Then I claim you as mine…forever,” he spoke boldly as he slipped into game face, pure unadulterated Angel.
Lindsey closed his eyes and sighed happily as he felt Angel move into his neck. He let out a moan as he felt the sharp tips pierce his delicate skin and pressed the length of his body even tighter into Angel as he felt those fangs sink fully into his soft flesh.
Lindsey grasped hold of the back of Angel’s head in a vice like grip, pulling him in closer, harder, willing him not to stop, to drain him of his life and bring him a new one. He’d wanted this for so long. Angel tasted no fear, no regret for loss of life, just pure happiness, peace, pure love and that tasted so much richer, sweeter. Lindsey’s hold began to weaken as he felt Angel draining him, felt the blood being stolen away, Angel had to stop drinking it was too much, Lindsey was slipping fast now. At the last second Angel slashed his chest wide open and cradled Lindsey, pulling him close to drink, willing him to drink …and he did, lapping softly and yet greedily with the little strength he retained, but it was enough. Angel’s blood was flowing freely into his mouth and down his throat in huge gushes. Lindsey barely managed to whisper one last thing to Angel before he passed out helplessly in his arms, “please don’t bury me.”
“I won’t,” Angel hushed his promise to his new childe.
“Thank you Spike,” said Angel softly and sincerely, holding out one arm, wanting and needing to hold him too.
“About blood time,” Spike replied, a huge grin on his face as he moved in to hug Angel and Lindsey’s limp form. “Come on, let’s make him comfortable,” he continued, ushering Angel out of the bathroom and in towards the bedroom.
~~~*~~~
Angel would not release his new childe, and instead rested back on the bed still cradling him while he slept, protecting him from the clutches of death that hovered close by, as he waited to be reborn. Spike sat next to Angel, cuddling up to him so that he could watch over Lindsey too.
“Shit,” exclaimed both Angel and Spike as they heard Cordy come in through the still open suite door some time later. “Hey you guys, Gunn sent me to see if you were all ok now and… hey where are you?” Spike and Angel looked at each other, they might as well get it over with now, they’d have to tell the others anyhow, it’s not like they could hide the fact that Lindsey had joined the realms of the walking dead.
Spike stepped into view, “Over here. Now I don’t want you to freak out, but we have something important to tell you ok?”
“Um ok,” she replied but sounded very unsure of herself. Spike took her hand and led her into the bedroom where Angel was still cradling his boy.
“Oh my God, you’ve killed Lindsey,” she whispered covering her mouth with her hand in disbelief, then she began to cry silently, “is he, will he….?”
“No pet, he’s not gone for good. Angel has chosen him to be his childe,” answered Spike softly, actually amazed that she hadn’t screamed the place down or run to get the others.
“You really did it,” she breathed.
“I really did,” replied Angel softly.
Cordy surprised them both as she leaned towards Lindsey and gently stroked his forehead, she amazed them further when she looked up at Angel, her eyes filled with tears and smiled at him.
“He’s wanted this for so long,” she whispered to Angel, “He was hurting so much.”
Angel looked at her in shock, disbelieving what he’d just heard, “he, he told you?”
“Yes,” she sniffed, “a while before Spike came here. I’m not supposed to tell you though,” she smiled “I found him crying, he tried to pretend that he wasn’t but… He never thought you…, I never thought….Angel he loves you so much.”
“I know,” whispered Angel, uncaring that he was now crying in front of Cordy, “thank you,” he whispered again, thankful that she had listened to his boy and that she was being so understanding now, that she was accepting this without question. She leaned in closer to Angel and kissed his forehead, then pulled her self together, trying to put on a mock commanding voice, “just you be sure mister to make sure that your boy doesn’t try snacking on the staff ok?”
“I promise,” he smiled at her. She could be so amazing sometimes.
“You’ll be giving him an electronic soul like Spike right?” she asked more seriously.
“Of course,” he white lied to comfort her, “he’ll be just like Spike,” with that comment he threw Spike a warm smile. Those three little words ‘Just like Spike,’ were not lost on his elder childe, and Spike too felt a lump rising to his throat, but willed it away. Yes, Lindsey was just like him, would continue to be just like him…would be loved just like he would be.
“Cordy, you in here?” Gunn’s voice floated through the suite. She winked at Angel, “don’t you worry, I’ll have a word with those two. Everything will be fine, you’ll see. I’ll be right there,” she shouted to Gunn then did the most surprising thing she had done so far since entering the bedroom, she took hold of Spike’s hands, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him on the cheek before taking on a stern tone with him too, “you make sure you look after both of them ok?” Spike smiled at her and nodded before she left them alone, closing the suite door as she went.
***
“Stop worrying,” ordered Spike, as he brought Angel, still holding Lindsey’s lifeless form, some blood. He’d already forced four large mugs worth down him, worried about the amount of blood that Angel had lost by inflicting such a huge wound on himself to make sure that Lindsey got everything he needed to make a safe return. Angel drained the mug and put it on the side as Spike lay down beside him.
“But what if….” Angel continued.
“Did you not listen to a single thing he said?”
“What? No, not that, I get that he loves me, I really do now. I was just thinking….”
“Well don’t!” Spike instructed.
“Spike,” Angel mock growled, “I was thinking that I’ve hardened his heart by doing this. What if he loses everything that he had with Gunn, Cordy…Wes, his feelings for them?”
“You really are thick aren’t you?” Spike pinned Angel with an incredulous look. “That ain’t gonna happen. You’ve turned him, not removed his brain or memory. He’ll know how they care for him, how they care for you, how they…”
“Put up with you?” Angel cut in cheekily.
“Exactly,” Spike grinned at him, “he’ll still feel for them, like….um, extended family, like I do. You know how it works.”
“Yeah,” Angel agreed with a sigh, “I know, I just couldn’t help…”
“Being a broody git?” Spike offered helpfully, sliding down further to cuddle up against Angel’s side.
“Watch it!” Angel laughed.
“So how long ‘till he wakes up?”
“Tonight perhaps, won’t take as long as an earth burial,”
“No?”
“No, he doesn’t have to wait until nightfall to emerge safely so he could wake anytime…most likely it will be when it’s dark though….that’s how it was when you were born.”
***
They sat in comfortable silence for a while. Angel was no longer worrying, just enjoying having his boys with him and waiting for Lindsey to wake. He wasn’t sure if Spike had dozed off beside him or not, he could hear him breathing though.
“Spike,” he whispered, “You asleep?”
“Uh-huh.”
“No you’re not!”
“Yes I am, leave me be,” he whined. Angel smiled as Spike snuggled even further down into his chest and slung an arm over him and around Lindsey. He let him sleep. He could do with a bit of a nap himself.
***
As they slept, thoughts of William’s turning flowed through both Spike and Angelus, seeping into a shared dream….
It was the first time William had been taken by a man, the first time he’d been with anyone in fact. He opened his eyes to look up into the warm smiling face of Angelus. “Back with me Will?”
Angelus had overloaded William’s senses as he made love to him, wanting his first time to be special. He’d teased and tormented him with loving passion for so long, wanting him to feel everything, wanting to make it last. He’d held off allowing William his release for so long, wanting to give him experience after experience, bringing him closer and closer, building up the pressure with each new wonderful torture; so much so that when Angelus finally took him over the edge, William fell unconscious with the sheer power and intensity of it.
William quickly realised that Angelus hadn’t finished with him as he made to slide down William’s body once more.
“Angelus,” William whispered stopping the vampire in his tracks.
“Yes my precious?”
“Show me once more, show me what I shall become,” he pleaded. Angelus complied, bringing forth his true visage. He stared deep into William’s eyes as he ran his fingers softly over Angelus’ face, exploring each and every ridge. “Beautiful,” William sighed happily. Angelus smiled at him then continued his way down William’s form.
“Now from where shall I drink?” Angelus asked seductively, softly. “Here?” a whisper as he placed a soft kiss on the crease between groin and trembling thigh. “Here?” voice rougher, fang tips pressed lightly against the curve of stomach, just below the naval. “Here?” voice lower, deeper, full of lust as his mouth sucked just hard enough against a firm chest to cause the blood to rise just below the surface and leave a beautiful bruise. “Here?” a growl as William bared his neck invitingly, that Angelus might flick his tongue across the pulse point and run his fangs the length of that slender column so careful not to break the delicate skin…yet.
“Where shall it be?” he breathed heavily into William’s ear.
“Anywhere, just take me… Sire,” William breathed.
Hearing that one word, Sire, fall from William’s lips was Angelus’ undoing.
Angelus bit down with his fangs, white hot and needle sharp as they sank deep into the jugular vein, mouth closed tightly over the twin puncture wounds, sucking hard and working his tongue, drawing his lover’s sweet blood into his mouth, to flow thickly down his throat, coating it. Eyes shining a feral gold hidden behind eyelids, closed in pure pleasure. He tasted no fear, no resistance, no doubt in this elixir, just acceptance, his lover trusting him wholly.
A shaky hand sought out Angelus’ thick hard cock, wrapping around its girth, sliding up and down pulling foreskin back and forth over the mushroom shaped head, back and forth, up and down. Angelus drank heavily, groaning from the taste of the blood and the sensations that his lover was causing. Close now that small hand was encouraged to pump a deliciously slow pace as a larger hand came to cover and guide it. Two hard forceful, yet lazy pumps and Angelus was coming into that tight fist, ripping his fangs from his lover’s neck as he let out a ferocious roar, spilling himself over William’s hand and stomach with jerky movements of his hips as spurt after spurt of creamy fluid was forced up and out of the small slit on his cock head.
Finally he collapsed against the smaller man, breathing hard, gasping for air. William was barely with him now in mind, blood loss and exhaustion taking their toll and yet still his small hand tried against all hope to stroke his lover’s back and calm him. Catching his breath easier now, Angelus nuzzled back into the neck still yielding blood for him, lapped at the pool forming there and ran his tongue over torn flesh to help seal the wounds.
Raising himself and taking his weight on his arms, Angelus looked down upon the face of his childe to be, eyes closed, thick dark lashes resting softly against sharp cheeks. Angelus sighed happily and those eyes struggled opened to look at him, blue, so blue, lust glazed and full of love. His face was flushed and covered in a gorgeous light sheen of salty sweat, totally spent from before and utterly sated.
Angelus couldn’t suppress a whimper as he watched William bring his cum soaked fingers to his lips and tentatively slip out his tongue to taste Angelus’ juices, before curling it around each finger and oh so slowly cleaning it, staring straight into Angelus’ eyes all the while, naturally hollow cheeks sunk even further with the suction.
“You are so beautiful my precious,” Angelus whispered with all sincerity, “I’ll love you forever.”
It was only now that William took in Angelus’ full size. He was a giant compared to his own smaller frame. He could so easily smother William, crush him, break him, snap him in two, tear him apart and yet he was so gentle, so careful, so loving.
Angelus rolled from on top of William and sat leaning back against the head board. Working his hands beneath William’s arms he gently pulled the limp and exhausted body towards him, lifting him into his lap and pulling him high enough that William’s head rested in the crook of his neck.
“You must drink from me now Childe,” he hushed as he ran a sharp nail across his own jugular, slicing the skin and so letting blood run in thick rivulets down his chest, mapping out his solid muscles. William’s eyes said what his voice no longer could, that he loved his Sire, before they finally fluttered closed. He couldn’t force them to remain open a moment longer.
Angelus cradled his childe against him, turning his head towards the blood and willing him to drink. William, his face pressed tight into his Sire’s neck, lapped softly at the blood being offered to him, Angelus stroking his throat and encouraging him to swallow, nursing him. “I’ll see you when you wake,” Angelus hushed as tears ran down his face, totally overcome with the emotion of the moment as he listened to William’s heart faltering.
William felt the pull of the blood, drawing him in, pulling him under. His last conscious thought was how he had never felt as safe as he did now, never had a more comforting place to rest his head than against this solid wall of muscle and in the strong arms of this cold blooded killer. Yes like Lindsey, he too had known who and what he was giving his life to.
Three missed heartbeats, William had died his human death and his body heat way already melting away slowly. Angelus held him, would hold him until his boy woke.
Suddenly both Spike and Angel woke, startled by…something, each looked at the other strangely.
“Did you just…” Spike started completely confused
“You too?” Angel replied also amazed, we were dreaming about your….. Lindsey!” Angel all but shrieked with joy, never finishing what he was going to say, “Spike, he’s waking up.”
Lindsey eyes suddenly shot open and he was instantly alert, ‘just like Will,’ thought Angel smiling to himself, any worries he still harboured leaving him completely as soon as he looked deep into those eyes. This was his Lindsey, nothing had changed. He still looked at Angel in the same way, with love.
“Welcome back baby,” he said bending forward to kiss Lindsey. Lindsey looked up at Angel in awe, “Sire,” he breathed, letting the word roll around on his tongue, savouring it. Angel thought he was past all the tears, but felt new ones springing to his eyes hearing his title fall from Lindsey’s lips.
“What’s wrong?” asked Lindsey so innocently, reaching up and brushing a tear from Angel’s face.
“Nothing my Childe,” he hushed smiling though his tears and stroking Lindsey’s hair. Spike thought how overwhelming it must be for Angel to finally hear that one word from Lindsey after all their time together. He knew how he melted Angelus heart each and every time he uttered the same sacred title to him.
The first thing Lindsey had noticed when he opened his eyes was Angel’s scent, he finally understood what they had been talking about before. He had always thought that Angel smelled delicious anyway, but now there was something extra that he hadn’t been able to detect before. Angel smelled of safety, comfort, love, he smelled of ‘home,’ Lindsey knew that instant that he would never smell anything as sweet and as pure as this anywhere else, Angel was his.
Searching, he found that he could smell Spike too, very similar to Angel but a fraction of a notch lower. He still smelled of safety, love, comfort and he had that familiar scent of ‘home’ but yet it wasn’t ‘home,’ just part of it…he could smell family…blood.
“Hungry?” asked Angel. Of course he already knew the answer. He had just been turned, Lindsey would be ravenous.
Lindsey nodded, instantly falling into game face at the mere thought of food. “Wow, you are so beautiful,” Angel cooed tracing his fingers gently across Lindsey’s face, making him purr and close his golden eyes at the caress. Once again Angel opened his breast for his new childe to suckle. Spike knew how weak Angel already was, he needed to feed himself but to run and fetch the mugs now would ruin the moment, so he did what he could, what came naturally, he offered his wrist to Angel pushing it to his lips and silently ordering him to drink. Angel accepted.
As Lindsey lapped at his Sire’s rich blood he understood what Angelus and Spike had together, nothing could ever compare to this bond that he was now a part of. This is what Lindsey had been craving, what he had been missing. He could sense all of Angel’s feeling, emotions and could hear him whispering through the blood, he could hear Spike too, then realised that Spike was feeding Angel giving him the strength to nourish Lindsey.
Spike was surprised when Lindsey searched blindly trying to offer Spike himself to drink from, pushing his wrist to Spike’s lips as he found them. Spike searched Angel’s eyes, asking for permission, was this something that he was going to be a part of or did Lindsey belong solely to Angel? Angel granted him permission. It was to be all of them, joined as one…forever. Spike already in game face gently sank his teeth into the offered wrist and drank shallowly, he knew Lindsey didn’t have much to spare yet, he was still too weak.
The blood bond was complete, there were no more secrets, all questions and answers were shared during those moments where they were truly at one with each other. They licked each others wounds to heal them, exhausted by so much vigorous blood sharing, so may things to tell each other in ways that they never could before. They settled down in the clothed heap that they were and sought sleep once more.
***
They slept until the early hours of the following day. Lindsey woke first instantly alert as his eyes opened. He was too hyper to sleep any longer, to psyched to stay still, he could feel a million new sensations going on inside his body, his senses were more than alive and he just had to get out of bed and …he didn’t know…try them out?
He didn’t bother to wake Angel or Spike as he got out of bed, they looked peaceful and obviously needed the rest. They’d mostly been involved in the giving. He’d done most of the taking and had more energy that either of them right now.
Angel woke next, alarmed that Lindsey wasn’t with them. He shook Spike awake and both jumped out of bed in a flash, to seek out Lindsey. They could clearly smell him, knew that he was in the building as they hunted him down silently. They didn’t want to call out to him and alarm him, not knowing what sort of a state he was in. He should respond to Angel’s voice instinctively, but it wasn’t worth risking anything, he was after all a new born fledgling.
Angel was panicking, something had gone wrong? Yes he knew it Lindsey was hungry and tying to hunt right now. He couldn’t sense the team in the building, dead or alive so he guessed that they were all still safe in their homes, not having turned out for work yet. It was still disturbing though, that didn’t mean that Lindsey wasn’t hunting, just that he wouldn’t find anything…yet!
“Stop it,” Spike scolded Angel in a whisper.
“What?”
“Trying to convince yourself that something has gone wrong,” he knew just how Angel’s brain would be running away with him right now, thinking of everything in terms of the worst case scenario, “he’s probably just gone for a wander.”
Both vampires followed the trail that led directly to Lindsey and stepped silently into the room that he was in. Lindsey had already sensed them following him, could feel them, although he didn’t realise that he had been causing them to worry. Angel breathed a sigh or relief as they found him quite happily exploring the room with his with all of his new senses. That’s all he was doing, playing, exploring and having a wonderful time doing it.
“Told you so,” Spike stuck his tongue out at Angel.
Turning to Angel, Lindsey spoke, “I understand it all now, everything, I get it….I, I love you,” he finished dumbly, throwing himself into Angel’s arms and kissing him, “You too Spike,” he added as he reached out to pull him into the hug.
“Come on, you must be starved,” said Angel taking Lindsey’s hand.
They headed back towards the suite to feed, Angel and Spike listening happily as Lindsey babbled on about all of the things he could feel, smell, see, hear, taste and do. He was so over excited, talking non stop, telling them things that of course they already knew being vamps and all, but it was all new and special to Lindsey. It was so wonderful listening to him enthusing about everything and to see him so complete…at last.
Back in the suite, Angel went to the fridge to get some blood and was
pleasantly shocked to find it newly stocked. There was a note taped to
the first bag….
Thought you might be needing these,
Love C x
PS. Have spoken to Gunn and Wes, you all have nothing to worry about!
PPS. Given ourselves the morning off, thought you might want some
time to yourselves…plus we didn’t want to hear it! See you after
lunch!
He showed Spike and Lindsey what she’d done and they were both touched by her thoughts for them too. Angel heated blood for all of them. He’d still feed Lindsey himself for a while but right now he needed to get himself strong enough to be able to do that, he’d given so much blood in such a short time and needed to replenish himself. He set the mugs down on the table.
Spike gulped his down as usual, doing ‘the face’ before stuffing some candies to cover the taste. Angel sipped at his as usual. The taste didn’t really bother him as he’d been on it for so long. Both Angel and Spike watched Lindsey intently as he drank his, waiting for his reaction. Both knew that this blood was nothing like the family blood that he’d fed on…nothing like the blood he’d tasted from himself before either. It was quite vile to a vampire’s palette, but sustenance none the less. Lindsey decided to go for Spike’s approach, get it done with quick. As soon as the blood hit his tongue, he game faced uncontrollably which the others thought was quite funny, but understood.
He’d get used to controlling it soon, at first it was pretty much instinctive just appearing when needed and vanishing when it wasn’t, new vamps usually didn’t even know that they were doing it most times. Lindsey sure didn’t know now. “What?” he asked looking at Angel and Spike grinning at him. Then Lindsey made it worse for himself, he’d gulped down the blood much faster than he’d anticipated, too fast in fact, which had now left him with hiccups too.
Angel just continued to smile. Spike however couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I’m sorry, pet,” he puffed out between laughs.
“Oh hic shut hic up!” Lindsey scolded him grabbing some of Spike’s candies and stuffing them in his mouth to cover the taste, just as Angel expected he would do, just like Spike, those three little words popped into his head again.
Lindsey suddenly froze, “What’s hic that hic?” he asked sniffing the air, “smells hic like hic dunno hic shiny hic kind of hic with a hic bit of hic us in a way,” he tried to explain the smell.
“Cordelia,” both Angel and Spike answered him.
Sure enough, less than a second later they heard her unlocking the lobby door to let herself in.
“I can hic…ah shit Spike,” he jumped as Spike suddenly dug him in the ribs without warning, curing his hiccups, “ouch, thanks. I can hear her, everything. Blood whooshing, heart pumping, even her breathing,” he said in amazement.
“Yep,” agreed both Angel and Spike, smiling knowingly at him.
“Wow,” and that summed it up really. “I need to go, um, see her for a minute,” said Lindsey getting up from the table. He knew that they’d told her about turning him, but was unaware that Cordelia had told Angel and Spike about finding him crying in his truck that time.
“I think you might want to wait a while,” said Spike.
“I thought she was ok with this,” replied Lindsey confused.
“She is baby, but …” Angel motioned for Lindsey to come closer to him, then he took hold of one of Lindsey’s hands placing it on his face so that he would know he had inadvertently slipped into game face.
“Fucking hell!” said Lindsey both shocked and excited as he ran his hands over the ridges, “When? How? I didn’t even….wow,” he ran through into the bathroom to go look at himself in the mirror, slowly walking back into the kitchen mere moments later, head hung in embarrassment to find Angel trying not to giggle and Spike with tears streaming down his face and laughing so hard that he wasn’t even making a sound, “vampire, mate,” he managed to spit out, “no, no, reflection,” then he went right back to laughing.
“Very funny,” Lindsey sulked.
“Come here baby,” said Angel through a few controlled giggles as he pulled Lindsey into his arms. “He did exactly the same thing when Angelus turned him,” he continued, nodding in Spike’s direction.
Spike continued laughing but nodded that it was true, the first thing he’s done was rush to look at himself too. Lindsey laughed at himself a little, not feeling so alone in his stupidity.
“It takes some getting used to,” Spike offered as he calmed down, “and the vamping without knowing deal will settle too, we’ll help you, you’ll be fine.” Lindsey smiled at him and Spike knew he was forgiven.
***
Lindsey and Spike had spent practically the rest of the working day playing. Well at least that’s the way that Lindsey viewed it. Spike was in fact teaching Lindsey just what it meant to be a vampire. Getting him to understand how to use his highly improved senses and abilities, realise exactly what he was capable of and know his limits, just as Angelus had taught him.
Angel wasn’t interested in the rules and regulations of vampiric law and lore regarding his childe, just as Angelus hadn’t implemented them with William and Dru. He didn’t feel the need to punish, beat and dominate as the law stated he had every right to do. He liked them to have freedom of thought, freedom of choice and not just accept his word as the ‘be all end all’. Then again he had chosen both of his boys to be his equals, to be his lovers and they had come willingly offering their love freely. He hadn’t, as other Sire’s, simply taken whoever he wanted to be his childer, to be his slaves and to do with them whatever he saw fit and then have to beat them into submission and force them to love him, with a love that could never truly be real.
In fact, it was rare that a Sire was after ‘love’ as such. They mostly wanted the undivided devotion of their childe, to be worshiped as a god, to be held in awe…and not have to give anything in return. It was all about them and their own selfish needs. Darla was a prime example of such a Sire, although she had never been able to break Angelus further than gaining his respect.
Lindsey needed to learn everything else though, for his own safety and the safety of others, but mostly for peace of mind…to know himself and to understand who he now was. Trained well he would become as skilled at slaying as his new Sire and brother. Perhaps then Angel would stop worrying and fussing over him so much, and let him fight beside him instead of making him stay home where it was safe. Who was he kidding, that was never going to happen. Sure Lindsey might be allowed to fight now but Angel would never stop worrying and fussing over him, Angelus was still the same with Spike…and just look how well Spike could handle himself. Still, it wasn’t a bad thing. It was nice to feel cared for, protected and showed just how much Angel and Angelus loved both boys respectively.
Angel was pleased that Spike was helping him, helping Lindsey, but he desperately wanted to be with them too, playing with them and teaching his new childe. As soon as he’d got rid of these clients, that’s exactly what he was going to do.
***
Angel followed the scent of his two boys and found them in the training room. He didn’t make a sound as he entered, but both were aware of him being there. Lindsey had been training with Spike since his arrival at Angel Investigations and so knew how to move and use his body…only now he looked so different, so right. He finally had the same strength, power and presence that Spike exuded.
Angel watched fascinated as they moved so gracefully and yet with deadly precision, in perfect synchronization with one another even though no instructions were spoken and they weren’t following a set routine or copying each other. It was as if somehow they were reading each others minds…although of course, they weren’t.
This didn’t mean that Lindsey knew it all, how could he? Spike still had plenty to teach him and Lindsey had a lot to learn. He was by no means the accomplished fighter that Spike was…but, with time, he would be. He couldn’t expect to master it all at once, after all Spike had over 100 years up on him and had used his skills in real combat.
Finishing, they both went over to Angel and greeted him with a kiss.
“That was amazing,” said Angel, praising both of them, “no need to worry about your fighting skills. How’s everything else been going though?” he directed his question at Spike.
“Why don’t you see for yourself love? I need to go see Gunn about something anyway,” he smiled lovingly at Angel before kissing both him and Lindsey goodbye and heading out of the room, two equally loving smiles being directed his way. Spike didn’t really have anything to do but he knew how desperately Angel wanted to teach Lindsey some things himself. He thought he’d make himself scarce for a while so that they could have some time alone to bond as Sire and Childe, the way it should be. Angel knew what Spike was up to…and loved him for it.
***
Spike was bored. He’d left Angel and Lindsey alone for a couple of hours now. He’d been chatting to Cordelia to pass the time, but she had gone home now, as had both Gunn and Wes.
Spike walked into the training room and found Angel silently walking around a blindfolded Lindsey. He knew that Angel was testing some sensory responses on Lindsey.
“Hey Luke, Obi Wan, can I play?” He asked, walking towards them. Lindsey laughed and Angel just looked at Spike in confusion.
“Use the force?” Spike imitated Obi Wan’s voice as an explanation to Angel’s confusion, but he still didn’t pick up on it. Spike just shook his head disappointedly at him in response as Lindsey removed his blindfold.
“Hey Spike,” said Lindsey, slipping an arm around his waist and kissing him.
“How you doing?” Spike asked.
“Fine…..I think,” he added at the end, looking to Angel, who smiled and nodded at him.
“So Spike, you want to play do you?” asked Angel, grinning slyly and picking up on Spike’s earlier request. Without waiting for an answer, Angel started to count loudly, “5, 4, 3….”
Spike grinned at Angel, he knew this game well. It was one that his Angelus used to play. Golden flecks in deep brown eyes showed that Angelus was in this just as much as Angel.
“2 and a half……” Angel continued as Spike grasped Lindsey’s hand, practically dragging him along behind him as he bolted. They could hear Angel still counting, “2…1 and a half…..1….coming ready or not,” he sing-songed, and with that both Angel and Angelus were off after their boys.
“What…” Lindsey started to ask as he ran along behind Spike, but Spike hushed him.
“Feel like being prey?” asked Spike almost silently and raising an eyebrow sexily, then continued, “he’s hunting us…and when he catches you….ohhhh,” Spike sighed orgasmically.
“So why are we running then, why don’t we just let him catch us?”
“Well you can if you want. Me, I know what Angelus shags like after you’ve rattled him, wound him up a bit and fought back. Gets his blood pumping and shoots his libido through the roof…it’ll do the same for you, wait and see!” he grinned knowingly, pulling Lindsey up another flight of stairs behind him.
“So we just hide from him then and fight back if he catches us?”
“When he catches you,” Spike corrected then continued, “and no, he loves to be hunted just as much, we’re all hunter and hunted…he just gives us the advantage by letting us run first. Just do what you know and what feels right ok?” Spike whispered, slipping into game face. Lindsey nodded in response, instinctively following suit, triggered by having seen Spike vamp. He put his hand up to his own face. He was starting to recognise the sensation that meant he was vamped, his training already kicking in.
The game would help Lindsey to practice and improve his vampiric skills and also give him the whole thrill of the hunt without hurting anyone. Angelus and William hadn’t used it that way of course. It was foreplay for them, prelude, prologue or extension to the real thing.
Angel silently entered the room in which he could sense both boys presence. Even with his night vision, he could only make out vague outlines of objects. Spike and Lindsey had wisely chosen an abnormally dark room.
There were no sounds of fear filled thumping hearts or furiously rushing blood to betray their hiding places as there would have been if Angel were hunting mortals. He couldn’t pinpoint Spike’s location, but Lindsey was giving himself away, breathing still as a human. Angel crept stealthily towards Lindsey’s hiding place, no longer looking like a man as he stalked much like a large predatory panther. He made ready to pounce and claim his prey when Spike suddenly shot out of the darkness before him, ramming headlong into Angel’s chest and downing him. It was Spike’s idea for them to hide in the same place. Angel would be underestimating Lindsey and not be so ‘on guard’ against him, making it easier for Spike to take him down unexpectedly.
Spike viciously clawed at the fallen Angel with razor sharp nails, drawing blood as he tore the shirt from his body, growling and snarling like a wild animal. Angel hissed and growled low in pleasured pain from the deep scratches as he bucked his hips wildly to throw his eldest childe off.
Both Angel and Spike jumped instantly to their feet and began to pace a circle around one another, staring the other down, snarling and gnashing fangs at each other in a show of dominance. Angel pulled the remains of shirt material from his shoulders, throwing it to the floor and revealing the deep weeping wounds that Spike had inflicted.
Lindsey was no longer breathing, not making a single sound that would disclose his new location. They could smell his arousal heavy in the air, getting off on watching his two lovers, but aroma alone couldn’t be used to pinpoint him.
Spike lashed out at Angel who avoided being caught, but countered with a double swipe of his own, ripping easily through his T-shirt and tearing the soft flesh beneath. Spike growled approvingly before he lunged at Angel, diving on him with such power that he floored him again.
Angel tried to roll Spike off of him, but there was no way he was going to let go this time. He dug the nails of one hand deep into Angel back anchoring himself tightly as they rolled and thrashed about together on the floor, clawing, scratching and biting at each other, tearing each others bodies and the remaining clothes to shreds while making sounds that no human could ever hope to imitate.
Both suddenly halted their attack and sniffed the air as they smelt the fresh sweet blood of their other lover. Angel pushed his older childe from him in an attempt to get to his feet, then instinctively (for the purpose of protection) stood back to back against him as Spike rose too, both looking out into the darkness surrounding them. With their vampiric eyesight they could just about make out Lindsey circling around them slowly. He moved a little closer so that they could see more clearly as he stroked lovingly at self inflicted wounds that spanned his own bare chest, before sensually slipping his bloodied fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning loudly at the sweet heady taste.
Two very horny, naked blood soaked ‘vampiric panthers’ pounced on him, quickly stripping him too and devouring him with nails and teeth as he fought back hard to take what he could from them. They remained tangled in a large bloody fleshy heap, writhing and thrashing as their natural instincts caused them to inflict delicious injuries on one other. Someone’s fangs sank deep into one of Angel’s firm buttocks and drank unsparingly before he managed to buck whoever it was off. No one could tell who was doing what, so much blood was flowing back and forth that all signals were being confused. Angel guessed it was Spike though as he liked to do that, and returned the attack on him, biting and drinking from high up on his inner thigh as soon as he got hold of it. Spike howled in pleasured pain. Then the teeth were back in Angel’s arse cheek…it hadn’t been Spike after all.
Angel struggled and fought until he had a firm hold on Lindsey who was squirming and wriggling as he tried to break the restraint. Kneeling and sitting back on his own calves, Angel held Lindsey tight about the hips, bruising him. Viciously Angel pulled Lindsey down to the hilt on to his painfully hard waiting cock. Lindsey howled in agony, tears involuntarily springing to his eyes as Angel tore his arse for the first time ever….slowly, with the help of Spike, his pain subsided into pleasure.
It didn’t deter Angel as he relentlessly punished his younger childe’s delicate hole, totally controlling his movements as he pulled him violently harder and faster onto his cock. Within moments Angel came with the most vicious victorious roar that Lindsey had ever heard rise up from the depths of Angel’s chest.
Spike had been feeding from Lindsey’s chest the entire time, pressed close against him and moving with him, following Angel lead. While drinking, he held both Lindsey’s and his own cock tight in his fist and pumped slowly, deliberately, bringing pleasure back into the act.
The instant Angel released his captive Lindsey fell forward onto his hands and knees trying to catch his breath. Spike had moved backwards out of his way to let him fall but didn’t allow him any recovery time, seeing as he didn’t really need to breathe anyway. He grasped hold of Lindsey’s hair to lift his head as he slid in beneath him a little, before forcing Lindsey’s mouth down onto his cock to suck him. Lindsey was pissed at being used by his ‘supposed to be’ lovers, but sickeningly found that he enjoyed it at the same time, even more so as he felt Angel slide in behind him and slip his tongue deep into his arse, healing him with his saliva whilst claiming back his own semen, now tainted with his childe’s blood.
Lindsey moaned and purred around Spike’s cock in utter pleasure, the vibrations of his throat exciting Spike more and causing him to thrust into Lindsey’s mouth. Lindsey fucked himself back against Angel’s tongue and, led by instinct, scraped a fang along Spike’s length. Spike released a pleasured growl, thrusting hard into Lindsey’s mouth until he spilled himself down his throat. The semen blood mix was delicious as it slid all the way down Lindsey’s throat, caressing it lovingly. Lindsey released Spike’s cock and growled out his out pleasure at the taste, heightened as Angel started tonguing him harder and lapping at his prostate.
“Suck me,” he growled low at Spike, raising himself to allow access to his cock. Spike was instantly there doing as Lindsey had instructed, sliding his cool mouth up and down Lindsey’s equally cool cock and making full use of his tongue stud. Angel rolled over onto his back, shifting so that he could continue to tongue fuck his boy. Lindsey was practically squatting on Angel’s face now, sitting bolt upright to allow Spike to suck.
“Harder,” Lindsey moaned and was rewarded with both vamps working him harder. It was at that point that he realised none of this was about being used, it was about taking what you wanted, having the power to do as you pleased. He could feel that power now as he growled instructions at his lovers to go harder and faster, thrilling him as they obediently obeyed his every command. Lindsey came with an almighty howl, clawing further at his own chest as he did so, the link between pained pleasure being awakened within him. He understood it now.
With his unlimited stamina, Spike pounced on Angel, thrusting his again hard cock into his Sire as he lay spread open on his back. Angel held around the backs of his own knees and pulled his legs higher on his chest to deepen the penetration. Spike held his weight on his arms, palms flat against the floor either side of his Sire’s head, making long, slow but impossibly hard thrusts into the willing arse below him. Angel worked his internal muscles, squeezing and gripping Spike’s cock tightly. Lindsey, also hard again, took up place behind Spike, slipping inside his welcoming arse and matching Spike’s movements into Angel.
Spike couldn’t take the strain anymore and let his weight fall fully onto his Sire, who bared it easily. Lindsey pumped harder into Spike, who in turn pumped harder into his Sire. Angel squeezed his arse muscles harder to pleasure Spike, who in turn did the same to Lindsey.
They worked frantically now, grinding, thrusting, bumping, squeezing and writhing, all with one purpose in mind…to come. Growls, howls and snarls flooded the entire hotel as they worked towards their ultimate goal, rutting furiously and violently. Fangs were bared, sharp nails put to destructive use and more blood was taken and given. The were moving as one, joined by blood as one, as they came together, wave after wave of pleasure flowing over them, as they released with a deafening howl and each others blood screaming through their veins.
Coming down from the orgasmic height they relaxed against each other. “Sire,” breathed two independent voices, but simultaneously. Angel and Angelus both felt their hearts melt at the soft word, spoken prayer like by each of their boys. “My Childe,” they both answered just as sacredly, hugging both bodies to their shared one.
Angel and Spike dropped their game faces, Lindsey instinctively following suit triggered by them, again he put his hand to his face, as he recognised the sensation connected with it as before.
***
Their bodies were soaked in each others blood and covered in cuts, bit marks, tears, scratches and bruises. Lindsey’s dark blonde and Spike’s, once again peroxide blonde, hair were both streaked blood red, only not from dye this time. Despite the violence and destructiveness of their rutting, they scanned each other eyes and saw pure love for each other reflecting out loud and clear. It had all been done with love, only their vampiric nature, as Spike and Angel knew already, always brought it out in its own twisted interpretation.
They shifted so that they could share a three way soft sensual kiss, gently teasing and stroking each others tongues. Their hands explored each others bodies, eliciting hisses and sharp breaths as sensitive wounds were aggravated. They shuffled about again, allowing them the freedom to move around one another’s bodies and attend to the wounds, licking, laving and healing them. The only audible sounds now being that of soft wet tongues lapping lovingly against cool damaged flesh.
Long after the healing process had been completed, they still continued to lick at and attend to each other’s bodies lazily and in pure contentment, delighting in the attention that they each gave and received. Spike as usual, was the first to instigate the switch from sensual into sexual. From the positions they were now in, Spike nudged the other two bodies to manoeuvre them slightly so that he could straddle both chests and slide his cool mouth down the length of both cocks that he now held pressed together. Both Angel and Lindsey moaned low in pleasure, rolling slightly together so that they could share an intimate kiss. They led their tongues in a dance mimicking Spike’s actions on their hard cocks.
Spike slowly swirled his tongue across and around both heads, flicking his tongue delicately back and forth between the two. Spike loved hearing the cries he elicited as he rolled his tongue stud around and under the rim of each head or dipped it into the small ‘eye slit’ at the top of each one. Their cries turned to gasped groans as Spike sank his talented mouth right down to the hilt of both cocks as one, swallowing them both deep into his throat and working his muscle to excite them. He slid so slowly back to the top again, sucking unbelievably hard and squeezing their cocks so tightly together. He quickly swirled his tongue all the way back down, sucking even harder and tighter than his recipients thought possible as he slid back to the top again. Spike rocked backwards as he felt some fingers slide into his arse, he couldn’t figure out how many or who they belonged to but it felt so good.
Angel and Lindsey each had a couple of fingers in Spike’s arse, pumping in and out alternatively so that he got the sensation of being entered and exited simultaneously. He moaned around their cocks as they worked him. Two hands moved to stroke and pump at Spike’s cock, it had to be one of Lindsey’s and one of Angel’s, although they worked expertly as one, sliding up and down his length, adding a twisting motion at they completed each stroke.
Spike worked his mouth and tongue, swirling down, sucking up, swirling down, sucking up harder and harder each time with impossible suction, as he concentrated on them, and the attention that he was receiving. Spike surprised them as he changed tactics without warning, taking them shallow and fast as he suckled and swept his tongue about wildly, using the stud expertly and gaining the loudest groans yet. He tightened his hand around the bases of both cocks and began to pump up and down painfully slow, and still working his magic with his mouth and leading them closer to finding their orgasm.
The fingers in his arse and the hands around his cock worked hard to please him, but as his two recipients approached orgasm simultaneously one set of fingers and one hand began to falter, struggling hard to concentrate on giving and receiving at the same time. The clumsiness of one, matched with the perfection of the other had a surprisingly incredible effect and took Spike towards finding his own release. Spike pushed, rocked and thrust against the hands pleasuring him and was rewarded as he spilled himself over the two bodies beneath him, moaning and groaning as loudly as he could with a mouthful of cock.
Both bodies bucked and thrust below Spike as he was coming himself, both seeking their own release as they shot their combined loads into his mouth. Spike suckled and swallowed as much of their juices as he could while they flooded his mouth, the excess spilling back on to their own bodies, where he didn’t waste time in lapping up the spillage as he released their softening cocks.
Taking a few moments to recover, they all began shifting around again until they were face to face.
“I think we should get cleaned up,” smiled Angel.
“Yeah,” agreed his boys with a sigh, equally aware of just how sticky and crusty they all were with the various bodily fluids they had spilt during their ‘game’ tonight.
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Having made their way back to their own suite, they relaxed as best they could in a bath tub that certainly wasn’t designed to hold three fully grown men. Still, none of them were complaining about being pressed tightly against each other’s hard sexy bodies. As long as they were together they were happy. Contorted as they were, they found rest and peace.
“I love you both,” whispered the largest vampire to the two boys who rested awkwardly against his chest on each side of him, kissing both of them on the head as he hugged them even closer.
“Love you too Sire,” came the breathy joint reply as they squeezed him back, “you too,” they finished looking into each others clear blue eyes and joining their hands to rest between them on his chest., reminiscent of their first night together long ago.
Everything was right, things were finally as they should always have been, all of them together…forever!
The End