Rating: NC-17
Status: New/Complete (Sequel to “War Wounds”, “Balance”, “Match” and “Internal Conflict”).
Pairing: Angel/Spike/Lindsey
Spoilers: Some from Season Two, some from Season 5. This story is entirely AU. Oh, and a little spoiler for my stories “Fingerprints” and “Ashes”.
Disclaimer: Characters are property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, Inc. Grrr. Argh.
Summary: Spike can’t resist his new human boy toy and Angel is getting dangerously jealous.
Soundtrack: “Sober” by Tool.
Archive: I would be most flattered if you’d like to, but please let me know first.
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Lindsey:
The last thing he remembered before sleep stole over him was that his balls ached like hell. The tape was still running on his television—Spike and Angel humping like minks in that big chair at the office—all because Spike had come back to tall, dark and brooding with his entire body smelling like Lindsey. Those two vamps went completely hog-wild on each other just because of HIS human scent.
Knowing that, Lindsey had managed five consecutive orgasms before his testicles cried uncle. Talking to Spike on the phone hadn’t hurt any. That sultry voice, so deep and gently abrasive, kind of like being rubbed everywhere with fine, oily, minced apricots. Mmm, yes . . . Lindsey could feel it all over his hot skin when Spike talked on the other end of that phone line. So playful and controlling. So very much the hunter. Lindsey had been scared to death of his own reaction to Spike in the restaurant—he’d never had his blood boil with desire like that. All he could do was push the vampire away and try to get his head together. But it had been a good thing the bar wasn’t so crowded that day. There had been no one in the men’s room to see the frantic way he jerked off against the door after Spike left.
Lindsey’s heavy sleep that night was awash with images of those two beautiful monsters pawing each other to orgasm behind Angel’s desk. All because of him and the simple lingering scent of his warm living body.
He couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more—at least not sexually. He wanted to be tasted and had and touched by them. He wanted to make Angel scream like a wounded animal—but not from pain. Well, not exactly. No, he wanted to make Angel wail with bone-crushing ecstasy . . . like Spike had done. But more than anything, he wanted to feel their teeth sinking into his body—anywhere. Anywhere they felt like biting him would be perfectly fine with Lindsey. It made him crazy every time Darla did it. Every time she sucked at his life force, bit into his flesh with her razor-pointed fangs, Lindsey came like a puppy. The getting killed part didn’t appeal to him, though. He wondered if it was possible to play with vampires and not end up either one of them, or dead in a pile of useless dry bones.
Groaning, he rolled onto his naked belly in bed and pressed his tender cock into the mattress. The pressure felt good and he sighed, slipping in and out of consciousness as he began another sleep cycle. At the edge of it, he could hear the muffled sounds from the tape on the television . . . the soft cries of bliss as Angel climaxed in that big chair. Spike was almost growling and Lindsey felt his lips turn up in a little grin at the sound. He liked it. A lot. The rawness of it was a total rush. Wiggling his hips, he rubbed his half-swollen cock against the sheets and moaned quietly. As he drifted off again, the sounds of those two delicious creatures mating like beasts carried him away to yet another wet, sticky dream.
Spike:
He woke up in Angel’s flat the next morning but he was on his own. The big guy must have gone to the office. Picking up the phone, he pressed the speed dial number for Harmony’s desk then relaxed against the fluffy pillows while he waited for her to answer.
“Angel’s office,” she chirped.
“Hello, little lady,” he purred.
“Oh, it’s you. ” Harmony tried to sound annoyed and put out but she didn’t quite make it. He could tell she was still carrying a torch the size of Greenland for him. “Where are you?”
“Nowhere,” he said. “Is Prince White Hat in?”
“He’s got people in there. They’re having an emergency meeting about some swarm of locusts in San Pedro.”
“Right,” Spike said. “I’ll hold.” He got out of bed and took the phone with him to the kitchen.
“It might be awhile,” she said, again trying to be so very snippy with him. He couldn’t help but grin.
“I’m not getting any older, luv. I said I’ll wait.”
“Can he call you back?”
“No,” he snapped, finally getting irritated with her yammer. “Tell him I’m holding, if you please.” He heard Harmony sigh indignantly then she pressed the button that connected him to that horrific hold Musak. He’d heard it before on a few occasions, but it wasn’t until just then that Spike realized it was Manilow. “Mandy”, of all the wretched things. No big surprise whose misguided idea that must have been.
While he waited, he made a pot of coffee and put some toast in to cook. He was feeling a bit peckish after all that sex they had last night. Young Lindsey had been good for another round by the time they got him on the phone, but Angel didn’t want to play with the boy. He just wanted to listen. And watch. So, Spike gave him quite a little show. He’d held the phone close so they could both hear the boy breathing and moaning on the other end and then Spike had just gone to town with the dirty chatter. It had been an enormous amount of fun and he couldn’t wait to do it again. Problem was, the big guy went all broody and quiet afterward. Well, more broody and quiet than usual. Angel hadn’t said a word to him for the rest of the night.
Just as his toast popped up and that hideous tune came to an end, the line was answered.
“Hey,” Angel said, his voice low and a little harried. “Are you still in bed?”
“No, but I’m still naked,” Spike said, searching the cupboards for something to put on his toast. “Do you have any jam?”
“No,” Angel stated flatly. “What do you need? I’m busy.”
“Keep your hair on, mate. Do we really have a swarm of locusts in San Pedro?”
“Turns out they’re not really locusts. Some Satanists botched a ritual and now the whole town’s overrun with enormous moths.”
“Hm,” Spike muttered. “Best warn the people to guard their woolens.”
“What do you need, Spike?”
“Why so grumpy?” he teased. “If I remember it right, you fell asleep one very satisfied bloodsucker.”
Angel had no reply. In fact, he said nothing for so long, Spike thought
he’d hung up.
Then finally, he spoke.
“There’s some honey on top of the frig for your toast,” Angel said.
“How did you know I fixed toast?” Spike said, his voice low and flirty.
“Well, it was that or you were looking for jam to smear on your new boy toy,” Angel snarled. “The two of you are so aroused by food and everything.”
Then it was Spike’s turn to have nothing to say. His grandsire’s tone didn’t have the slightest hint of playfulness to it. He was all business and business was bad.
“Okay,” Spike said warily. “I was just ringing up to see if you were comin’ home for lunch. Thought I’d whip us up a little bubble bath or something.”
“What, are you my wife, now?” Angel barked. “No, I’m not coming home for lunch. I’ll be here until we figure out how to get the moths out of San Pedro and then I have to meet a client for drinks. You can have the place to yourself, Spike. Just make sure to change the sheets after your little lambchop leaves. I’ve had enough of his stench for one week!” The line went dead in his ear and Spike stared at the phone with his jaw hanging open.
“Bleedin’ Christ!” he yelled at the dial tone. “Sodding drama queen!” He tossed the phone onto the counter and reached for the honey on top of the frig. “And could he BE more jealous? I think not!”
Heaving a sigh, he frowned at the silent phone on the vast white counter. The toast was momentarily forgotten, but the little jar of honey was heavy in his hand. Spike looked down at it, then at the phone, then back at the honey. Fine. If Angel wanted to be such a bleedin’ grouch, he could piss right off. Spike reached for the phone and carried it back to the bed—along with the honey.
Getting comfortable, he dialed Lindsey’s number from memory. Once again, it took the kid four or five rings to pick up and when he did, his maple-sugar voice was scratchy with sleep.
“Yeah?” he said then he cleared his throat.
“’Mornin’, lambchop. Have a nice sleep?”
Lindsey sighed. “Actually, I’m still having it.”
“Awww, come on, now,” Spike coaxed softly. “Don’t you want me to tell you a story?”
There was a long pause as the boy shifted on his end of the phone. Spike could hear him stretching and moving around in his bed. Closing his eyes, he imagined the room around Lindsey, trying to guess what it would look like. Was he a neat freak? Were there clothes all over the floor? What sort of art did he have in his bedchamber? Were there windows? Lots of mirrors so he could watch himself doing . . . whatever?
“What kind of story?” the young human murmured.
Spike kept his eyes closed and just reveled for a moment in the soft scrape of the boy’s voice. “Well, I was thinking of something this morning and I thought you might be interested.”
“Why?”
“You like baths, don’t you?” the blond said, nudging his prey very gently.
“Sure,” Lindsey said. “Doesn’t everybody?”
“Well . . . boys usually like them especially.”
Lindsey breathed a seductive laugh that made Spike’s skin tingle. “Okay . . . yeah, I reckon they do. So, you want to tell me a story about a bath?”
Spike opened the jar of honey and set it on the night table. “The story doesn’t start in the bath . . .” he began. “It starts in a fine kitchen in a big manor house in Savannah.”
“Ooh,” Lindsey responded. “Is Angel in this story?”
“Yeah . . .” Spike waited, seeing if his plaything would take the bait.
“I’ve heard it,” the boy said. “This is when the four of you killed that plantation owner—family, staff, the lot—and then you all lived in his house for two months before anyone came lookin’ for the family. Lot o’ bodies piled up in that time. Didn’t you feed them to the alligators?”
Spike was silent, his brow knit thoughtfully. “Yeah,” he said after awhile. “That’s the one I was gonna tell you. Had a right lovely bathtub in that house. We made good use of it.”
“Angel likes to have his hair washed,” Lindsey said softly. “Or . . . so I heard.”
“Mm hm . . .” Spike mused. “So, what else did our devoted matriarch share with you, lambchop?”
“She was hardly devoted,” Lindsey said. “She just liked to get me hot with stories like that. And then she’d tease me for hours before she’d let me come.”
Laughing softly, Spike reached into the jar with his first and middle fingers and got them thick with honey. “Did you enjoy that sort of torture?” he asked as he slowly ran the viscous liquid around the swelling head of his cock.
“I enjoyed just about everything Darla did to me,” the boy told him. “But I’m sure she found me a pretty inept partner.”
“Inept?” Spike asked while he watched the honey drip into the sensitive slit at the very tip of his cock. The thickness and slowness of it made him sigh with pleasure as it tugged the nerve endings on its journey toward puddling on his belly. “I find it hard to believe that you’d be anything but a most eager and generous lover.”
“Eagerness and generosity can’t make up for experience,” he said. “What are you sighin’ about over there, anyway?”
Grinning, Spike said, “I’m playing with my food.”
“Oh, yeah? What food?”
“A nice dollop of honey.”
“Hmmmm. What’s that dollop of honey up to?”
“I’m making myself sweet for you, luv,” the vampire purred. “I’m rubbing honey all over my willy so you can lap it up.”
Lindsey let out a ragged sigh. “Nice . . . I love honey.”
“Then it seems to me, you should come ‘round and start lickin’.”
After a long pause where Spike had the pleasure of listening to the boy’s breathing as it got faster and faster, he finally replied. “Are you at Angel’s place?”
“I am,” the vampire said. “I’m guessin’ you know where that is.”
“I do.”
“So . . . are you on your way?” Another long, long pause full of raspy breathing. “Lambchop . . ?” Spike whispered. “If you’re comin’ over, don’t you dare wash first. I want to smell your skin, luv. Ripe and warm.”
“All right, “ the boy said. “And don’t you dare come ‘til I get there.” The line went dead in Spike’s ear.
“Oh,” he said into his grand-sire’s quiet bedroom. “I wouldn’t worry about that, sugar lips. I’m in no hurry.” Spike set the phone down on the night table, then proceeded to anoint his then fully erect cock with the honey. He took his time, spreading the liquid around and making sure the delicate skin was well coated. He had no idea how long it would take the boy to get there, but something told him young Lindsey wasn’t too far away.
In fact, Spike had the feeling the boy was very nearby, indeed.
Lindsey:
He tried to ignore the fear, but the fear was big and bossy. Luckily, his hunger was bossier and it got him in the car on the way to Angel’s.
Eve had a place about a mile from the office and Angel’s snitzy digs, which was far enough to drive but close enough to keep excellent reception on all the surveillance devices. Keeping an eye on the vampires with souls and their cohorts was her job, you see. And little Eve was very thorough when it came to her work. That was how and why she’d located Lindsey McDonald and arranged to meet him for a chat a few months ago. She wanted to know everything he knew about Angel. And once they’d laid eyes on each other, a trip to her bedroom wasn’t far off.
But Lindsey had used her attraction to him for his own advantage. Sure, he liked her. Sure, she was a kick in the sack. But she wasn’t the love of his life or anything. No, that role had already been filled by another woman several years ago. A woman he took from Angel, gave back to Angel, then had to take from Angel again. Such a tangled web that had all been. Every meeting he had with the tall vampire had stirred Lindsey even more because of the things he knew from Darla’s stories. Back in the day, Angel was a glutton for pleasure and he took any and all pleasures that interested him.
And, clearly, the young vampire called William that his darling Drusilla made had interested him plenty.
Lindsey had almost got on with his life back home when Eve contacted him. Almost. He’d bought a nice ranch just outside of Norman and had just purchased seven new mares when that call came from L.A. At first, he hadn’t wanted anything to do with it. He’d been trying to move on and forget about it. All was well that ended without him getting dead. But then she started talking about Angel and how he’d taken over the Los Angeles branch of Wolfram & Hart. She told him about all the things going on under the surface, under Angel’s nose and under the breath of those closest to him. He’d slept on it for a few days but every dream he’d had featured some version of that elusive, aggravating vampire that had so altered Lindsey McDonald’s life. No matter how hard he tried to shove the feelings down, he wasn’t quite finished with Angel. No. Not by a long shot.
The stories he’d heard from Darla about Angel and Spike in the old days had made the whole thing so much more irresistible. They were together now and both were in possession of a soul. That surely threw a wrench into the Shanshu mechanism, now didn’t it? Maybe the whole time the prophecy hadn’t been about Angel at all. Was it possible the Senior Partners had been mistaken? Or had they simply lied?
And then . . . his first encounter with the wild platinum-haired one had completely thrown Lindsey for a loop. He never expected Spike to be so alluring, so challenging and so . . . magnetic. The knowledge of his relationship with Angel had made that odd first meeting all the more intense. Lindsey could feel their attachment flowing through him as though he weren’t even in the room, even though he was the object of both their attention at the time.
And now, there he was, pulling up in front of Angel’s apartment building preparing to go in and get physical with yet another of his vampire enemy’s lovers. The irony of it all was not lost on Lindsey by any means, even though a sexual liaison with William the Bloody had never been in his plans. Loving Darla hadn’t been, either.
Still, he was there. Knowing full well that Angel would be far less than pleased about the intrusion. Lindsey had felt the jealousy beginning to boil in the office when Spike had been squeezing the life out of his nuts. Lindsey could feel Angel’s rage prickling against his skin like static in the desert air, waiting, watching to see what the boy would do.
He parked his truck on the street out in plain sight and glanced upward at the apartment as he walked toward the lobby doors. The creature that was up there waiting for him was likely to cause a great deal of trouble for Lindsey and Eve. Not that they didn’t deserve a little flustering, all things considered. But he would have lied to say he wasn’t more than a bit skittish. Truth of it was, Lindsey was outright scared.
And he’d never been more aroused in his entire life.
Spike:
He heard the boy when he entered the building and he waited motionless, listening to the hum of the elevator car that brought that sweet lambchop to the door. Oh, yeah—Spike was having fun with this little dish. The boy was scared boneless but the sexual charge he was getting from their strange but simple game was enough to get him there. Maybe just enough, though. The kid might need a little coaxing from that point on.
Lindsey waited a bit before he knocked and the knock itself was very light and tentative. Spike stood to the side of the door, opened it and let it swing out, showing what appeared to be an empty entryway.
“Come on in, cutie,” he said and Lindsey stepped inside.
Spike let his eyes take in the whole picture as he closed the door after the boy. His chestnut hair was tousled from sleep and his smooth young face had the shadow of his morning beard. Golden, those whiskers were, and so soft looking. Same color as his long, thick eyelashes and his nicely messy brows. This one might be young, but he was all boy, wasn’t he? Masculine and sturdy, well-muscled, plump and pretty enough to get shagged whenever his heart desired. Spike guessed that desire probably came up a lot.
“Look at you,” the vampire purred, approaching the boy slowly until they were only an inch apart. “Goin’ to a rodeo later, are we?”
Lindsey glanced down at his expensive but old and battered cowboy boots and he shrugged, dismissively. Clearly those boots were simply part of him, rather than a conscious wardrobe choice. The Levi’s, too, Spike wagered. And that cozy looking fleece jacket. Under it was a long sleeved white thermal shirt that hugged the boy’s lovely torso deliciously. Spike placed his hand on Lindsey’s hard belly and just left it there, enjoying the heat of his body and that hard pounding pulse.
“Scared?” Spike whispered, touching his forehead to Lindsey’s gently.
“A little,” the boy said, but he offered nothing more.
“Well, don’t you worry, lambchop,” the vampire assured him. “I won’t bite . . .” Opening his mouth against Lindsey’s hot, satiny neck he froze with his fangs just barely touching the salty skin. “Unless you want me to,” he said, finishing the inevitable cliché.
Lindsey breathed a laugh. “I think I prefer to keep my blood inside this time. At least . . . for starters . . .” He turned his head and wet his full hot lips with his tongue, then he pressed them to Spike’s in the gentlest kiss the vampire had felt since . . . his last night with the slayer. The sweet force of it made him shiver and sigh and then his fingers were in Lindsey’s thick soft hair, drawing him closer.
The first taste of his tongue was almost life threateningly yummy. Spike savored the wet heat of the boy’s mouth, trying to control his own desire enough to set a nice slow pace. He could tell Lindsey was frightened and he wanted to redirect all that energy into sheer, uncluttered lust. Slow, wet, stroking kisses were usually just the ticket for that purpose.
It was cool outside so Lindsey’s fingers were chilly when they touched Spike’s naked belly. It was a lovely contrast to the burning warmth coming from the rest of this solid young body. They stood in the quiet entryway kissing each other like teenagers in the back seat of daddy’s car, hands exploring softly, mouths tasting and stroking, eyes closed from the onslaught of tingling sensations that were literally everywhere at once.
They were almost the same height, which was new for Spike. He was accustomed to physically overpowering his lovers or to being overpowered by Angel’s height. This was good, though. Different and fun. He felt equal to Lindsey in many ways and that put a brand new spin on his sexual reactions. The dominance could go either way. It remained to be seen which of them would assert the upper hand.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, Spike pushed that cuddly fleece jacket off the boy’s shoulders and tossed it on the floor in the living room. Those fingers that were so cool a moment ago where now nice and hot against his torso as Lindsey stroked the skin above Spike’s navel. His cock strained just below those fingers, wishing they would touch it, take hold of it, own it. Spike spoke for his eager cock with his eyes as he looked into Lindsey’s large, round blue ones. He said nothing, just transmitted the desire with expression and was quickly rewarded with those warm fingers encircling his tense erection possessively. Spike moaned and kissed the boy again.
“Sticky . . .” Lindsey whispered, his hand gently caressing the tender head of Spike’s cock. The pad of his thumb rubbed into the slit at the tip, smearing the free-flowing pre-ejaculate around in a slow slick circle. “Honey everywhere . . .” Lindsey bit Spike’s bottom lip gently, then snaked his tongue back into the vampire’s mouth.
More kissing and more stroking drove Spike to the point of wanting to growl and pounce, but he kept it together. He had to be gentle with this one. It seemed that Lindsey could be easily scared off by the slightest sudden move. Holding the boy by his hips, the vampire guided him slowly to the living room, intending to make it to that big plushy sofa. He wasn’t looking where he was going and they bumped into an end table, sending a marble coaster and the tv remote sprawling across the carpet. This made them both laugh.
“Sorry,” Spike said. “Not my place. I don’t know where the furniture is.”
While Spike kicked the remote out of the way, Lindsey took the opportunity to remove his shirt, which he simply tossed over his shoulder. It hovered on the arm of the couch for a moment then slumped onto the floor. His lovely hands went to the buttons of his fly next, pulling them open in one swift motion, then pushing his jeans down his nicely defined thighs. Spike stood still, watching with great interest and mild amusement as Lindsey revealed his gorgeous young body.
The Levi’s were kicked aside (he hadn’t bothered with undies, which Spike appreciated) and somewhere in all that disrobing, he’d managed to get his boots off, as well. Very clever, that. Spike hadn’t even seen him doing it. Lindsey stood there naked in his interestingly painted skin, all those lovely tattoos getting Spike’s curiosity up. But he was quickly sidetracked by the boy’s thick, heavy cock reaching out from a fluffy, close-cropped decoration of pubic hair the color of maple syrup.
Spike grinned. “And you were actin’ all shy.”
“No, I wasn’t,” Lindsey said, the tiniest bit defensively. He stepped forward to close the distance between them. “I’m not the least bit shy.” Placing his hands on Spike’s waist, he drew their bodies together until their lips met again. Against the impending kiss, he whispered, “I’m just not very experienced with guys.”
“Ohh,” the vampire murmured as his tongue played with Lindsey’s. “I . . . never would have guessed that. You . . . mmmmmm . . . . feel like you know you’re way ‘round just fine . . .”
Lindsey’s hot fingers stroked over Spike’s lower back, caressing his buttocks in wide, gentle circles. He continued narrowing the circles until he cupped Spike’s cheeks firmly in his hands, squeezing them until they parted slightly to reveal his tingling pucker. Moaning a little laugh, Spike kissed the boy deeply. Finally, the rules of the game had been set. Fine with Spike. He hadn’t had a good plowin’ in ages and who better to do it than this delicious country boy. Lifting his left leg just slightly, Spike opened his thigh against Lindsey’s hipbone, saying with his body that he happily accepted the arrangement.
Next, they were on the floor, Lindsey having put Spike off balance by
nudging his knees until they bent. They didn’t exactly FALL on the floor,
they just sort of . . . buckled until they were lying down. It was another
clever trick that Spike appreciated.
The boy definitely had some moves.
The carpet was densely padded but a bit rough on his naked skin. After
another round of blistering, wet kisses, though, Spike really didn’t give
the littlest shit about that. His thighs had wound around Lindsey’s hips
and they were rubbing their leaking cocks together in the warm space between
their taut bellies. Lindsey sucked Spike’s lips and moaned from the sweet
sounds the action produced. Just like Angel, the boy responded to the sound
of suckling. His breath pulled in and out quickly and the temperature of
his silky skin continued to rise until his body glowed with a light sweat.
Spike licked Lindsey’s neck, savoring that clean perspiration and loving
the tickle of the tiny hairs all over his body. They were blond, those
hairs, and they dusted every inch of him like a faint halo.
Trembling with lust, Spike lifted his hips, begging to get on with the fucking. He held Lindsey’s hair in his hands and tugged the boy’s head back so they could look at each other. Eyes locked, blue on blue, they panted and stared for a long moment, and then finally, the boy’s fingers slipped between Spike’s cheeks. He groaned when he felt one of the hot digits slide into his willing opening, stroking in and out, charming the tight hole to loosen as much as possible.
“Ooohhh, that’s loooovely . . .” he sighed, his head dropping back until the crown of platinum hair touched the carpet. Lindsey was holding him by the neck then and he relaxed totally into the boy’s grasp. He was ready, all right. Ready as he was ever gonna get.
Spike kept his eyes closed and concentrated on the sensations that came so quickly in the next moment. Lindsey’s hot, wet cockhead pressed against his anus, stretching the quivering orifice insistently. The vampire sighed when he felt a hot squirt of pre-come slide down toward his tailbone and then that throbbing erection slid inside on its own lubrication. Lindsey let go of his neck, letting Spike rest flat on his back, then he shifted himself until his strong, beautifully cut arms were supporting his weight on either side of the vampire’s head. Spike kept his knees up high, almost folded double against his body, opening for the penetration as much as he could.
“Ohh, lambchop,” he gasped, but that was the end of his ability to form words. At least for the time being. His body literally hummed with pleasure and tingling tension. Lindsey’s body was so hot with pumping blood that he was literally transferring his heat to Spike through their connection. For a long time, they just rocked very gently, the boy hardly moving his cock, but inching it further and further until Spike felt those big balls touch his ass. He was so full then, he felt like he might gag on the boy’s cock coming up his throat. Bloody excellent, it was. And all he could do was moan.
Lindsey braced himself, then drew his hips back so smoothly, Spike hardly noticed he was being emptied until he was—and then, that big cock came back in full force, stretching him open impossibly. If he’d needed to breathe, he would have lost his breath at that moment and he held Lindsey’s gaze intently.
There really was nothing to say, there were only sounds to be made. Spike couldn’t recall the last time he’d been fucked this thoroughly or this well and he was completely high from it. His nerves rang with bliss and anticipation and he panted, drawing in the air around his extremely capable lover so he could smell everything . . . all of it . . . all of him.
The boy’s skin was ripe with clean sweat, fresh and spent semen and long hours of sleep and his thick hair was glossy with a day’s worth of his body’s natural oil. So warm and sweet, that combined scent . . . intoxicating. In a daze, Spike thought that must be what Lindsey’s sheets smelled like, all cozy and soft. He tensed against the boy’s hard muscles as they tightened and contracted under his velvety skin. Like a wild stallion, this one. Tender pink nipples hardened into tight points as his hips rolled in a wicked figure-eight, making that big cock stroke all the sweet spots in Spike’s body. Oh, bloody hell—that was it. He saw Lindsey trying to reach for his cock to rub it, but Spike shook his head. He didn’t need any stimulation at all beyond that delicious, perfect, wonderfully naughty fuck.
He felt like he was rushing toward a cliff suddenly—his belly was all butterflies and birds. And then that fluttering feeling gathered itself in a hard, isolated whirl somewhere deep inside him. He cried out as his balls tightened and his fingers dug into Lindsey’s rock solid arms, then the orgasm hit him—ripped through him—and Spike screamed with pleasure.
He heard Lindsey screaming, too, at the top of his scratchy, ragged voice. The boy’s hips snapped in small jerks and Spike could feel that swollen cock shuddering and shooting over and over. For a moment, he felt Lindsey’s sweaty forehead touch his own sweaty chest and then it was gone and the boy was groaning and arching up and then—he froze.
It wasn’t until then, after that mind-melting orgasm had finally begun to wane, that Spike smelled his sire. He opened his eyes and looked up at Lindsey and then up further at Angel.
Standing there fully clothed with his legs spread wide around their prone bodies, Angel held Lindsey by the hair and they were looking at each other. Angel’s chest expanded with deep, sharp breaths and his caveman brow protruded even more. And then, that forehead creased and shifted and to Spike’s unhappy surprise, the old boy got lumpy.
Those fangs glimmered in the muted sunlight coming through the shaded window and those yellow eyes regarded young Mr. McDonald with the most horrible intentions imaginable. Those eyes weren’t just thinking of draining the boy, they were planning to eviscerate him.
“You just won’t be happy until you take everything from me, will you?” the monster who just a moment before had been Angel, said to Lindsey.
Lindsey had nothing to say. He remained frozen, neck drawn tightly back from the force of having his hair pulled and those big blue eyes just looking . . . looking up and into the face of a very angry beast.
“You don’t just need to be gone, Lindsey, you need to be DEAD!!!!” Angel roared and he yanked the boy backward by his hair, summarily severing his connection to Spike.
The separation was sudden and painful, but Spike kept quiet. He knew he’d better intervene or the kid was gonna have his limbs ripped off and tossed about the room. For a breathless second, he waited and watched as the Angel beast hovered over the beautiful, naked, tattooed boy and growled . . . low in his chest . . . repeatedly. The sound was chilling and horrible even to him, and Spike could see Lindsey shaking.
“Then . . .” the boy said, straining to speak with his neck yanked backward in that way. “Make me dead. You big fuckin’ coward!”
Setting his complete and utter surprise aside for the moment, Spike sprang up and grabbed Angel by his broad, tense shoulders, forcing him to turn around. The action made him drop the boy, but Lindsey didn’t scurry away, like a smart human would have. He stayed where he was, glaring bitterly up at Spike’s sire.
Angel’s huge hands clamped on Spike’s neck and squeezed relentlessly. He growled and panted and Spike felt the little bones in his neck compress and prepare to crack. Even though it was almost impossible to speak from the pressure, he did—and he did so in a very quiet, measured way.
“Angel . . . Stop. You’re acting like a . . . bleeding . . . woman. Stop it. Now.” He stared into those burning yellow eyes, feeling his own demon juices flowing from the sudden escalation of violence, but he struggled to keep them at bay. “Let. Go. Of. Me.” He dug his long nimble fingers into the tender crease at Angel’s elbows, effectively forcing them to bend. Ferociously, Angel released him, then he stormed off into the kitchen. In the next moment, the riotous noise of breaking glass filled the silent flat.
Taking a steadying breath, Spike held out a hand for Lindsey who was still on the floor. The boy took it and stood up, gasping and shimmering with sweat. So beautiful, even in the middle of all this melodrama and madness. Spike tried to muster a reassuring smile as the clamor continued in the kitchen.
“You all right?” he asked.
Lindsey nodded, frowning at all the fracas of breaking plates. “What the fuck is he doing?” he said.
Spike shrugged. “Well, presently, he’s doing his Elizabeth Taylor impression—which, unfortunately, I should go in and defuse before the authorities get called.” He looked back at Lindsey, then drew near him again. “Two things,” he said, voice low and sweet. “First, you are a bloody fanTAStic shag.” He winked and gave the boy’s hard belly an affectionate little pinch. “And, second—that was the least bright thing you could have done in that moment, lambchop. Sayin’ what you did to him—the WAY you said it.” He shook his head and clucked his tongue like a disappointed aunt. “He would have killed you. You know that, right?”
“He’s had tons of chances,” Lindsey returned. “None of which he ever took. I’m not worried about him killing me, Spike. I never was.”
Frowning at his pretty boy lover, Spike said, “you really aren’t hearing me, luv.” He took Lindsey’s hot face in his hands and touched their foreheads together. “In case you haven’t noticed,” he explained softly. “Angel is the jealous type and right now—he’s insanely jealous of you.”
Lindsey’s expression softened into a boyish but mean-spirited smile. “Good.” Then he locked Spike’s gaze and set his jaw resolutely. “Maybe that was the point.”
“Ah,” Spike said with a knowing grin. “But, there’s the rub. You came here to be with me because I’m so damned irresistible and nummy. It had fuck all to do with daddy. Whatever it is you’re up to with that little chippie of yours—THAT’s about him, not me. So, what’s happened here . . . is that we had a bit of a collision of purposes.” He paused for the shattering of two more dishes to die down, then went on. “However, you were very revealing in that little moment of truth, cutie.”
Lindsey’s brow wrinkled but he said nothing. Just waited for Spike to continue.
“You were trying to be this big bad-ass and threaten the mean old vampire
with your
explosive bravado, but all you really did was lift up your frilly skirt
and show us your knickers. And now we all know what’s under there.” Spike
kissed the boy’s well-shaped nose fondly. “Don’t we?”
That wrinkle in his brow deepened, but Lindsey still didn’t say anything. He stared at the vampire and waited for him to elaborate. The dishes continued to break in the kitchen like the disjointed soundtrack of some mad independent film and for a moment, Spike did in fact feel like he’d wandered onto a Fellini set in hell. Taking another breath, he looked in Lindsey’s eyes and lowered his voice conspiratorially.
“In that moment, lambchop, you showed us what you really want . . .what you probably HAVE wanted all along.”
Finally, the young human spoke. “And what is that, since you think you know me so well?”
“You want to feel his teeth in you, luv,” Spike whispered, nudging Lindsey’s chin up with his nose and kissing that warm, sweat-salty neck so gently. He licked the fine blond hairs that decorated Lindsey’s Adam’s apple, then softly nipped his bottom lip. “Mmmmm,” he sighed. “You are so yummy. But you can’t deny what I said.”
“Yes, I can,” Lindsey grumbled childishly. His cheeks heated up with a sudden blush after he said that and Spike smiled at him.
“No, luvvy,” he purred, nuzzling Lindsey’s hot, fuzzy earlobe. “You can’t deny it. You want him to suck on you, to really get a gut full o’ your blood. You want to feel him growlin’ and rubbin’ his big cock against your leg while he swallows over and over, just BLISSING out on your sweet nectar . . .” Turning his head just enough to capture Lindsey’s lips, Spike drove his tongue between them and tasted the hot saliva flooding the boy’s mouth. Pressing their bodies together, he felt Lindsey’s cock rising again, pulsing against his own as they kissed. Oh, yes. So very revealing, indeed. “You want to make him drunk on you, precious. Drunk and dizzy. And then . . . only then . . . will you be satisfied.”
“Then it sounds like you should get the fuck out of the way, boy.”
It wasn’t until that moment that Spike realized the clatter of breaking pottery had stopped. He blinked and looked at Lindsey who was looking passed him at Angel. He felt his grand-sire’s presence there, just behind his naked back, hovering and looming. Utterly threatening.
Turning slowly, Spike looked at Angel directly, but he kept his body between the other vampire and the boy. “No killing,” he instructed. “Cuz, like you said—we don’t do that anymore.”
“Out o’ my way, Spike,” Angel growled, licking his protruded fangs lasciviously. “I’ll decide about killing him when I get there.”
“No, you won’t,” Spike said, eyebrows lifting determinedly. “You’ll give me your word or I’ll drop kick you in the ‘nads. Now look at me.”
“I’m not afraid of him,” Lindsey stated, his voice scraped but solid. “Let him come.”
Sighing ruefully, Spike stepped aside. “Fine, have at him,” he said, then he turned to Lindsey and stuck out his finger. “But, don’t say I didn’t warn you, lambchop.” He flopped onto the couch to keep an eye on the proceedings—just in case any further intervention was necessary. He didn’t like the edge between these two—the way Angel responded to the kid. It was very dangerous and unsettling, and NOT in a happy life-affirming way.
Lindsey, brave as a little bear, stepped forward until his naked chest touched Angel’s torso. He lifted his chin and looked right into those fierce yellow eyes, all challenge and resolve. His whole demeanor said ‘bite me, you lumpy bastard. I dare you.’ Spike had to smile. The boy was truly long on guts and short on sanity. Just his kind o’ bloke.
Suddenly, it seemed as though all the air was sucked out of the room and Angel grabbed the boy by his shoulders. For a long moment, they just glared at each other, both breathing in and out but for different reasons. Spike could see his sire sniffing the boy’s body, taking in all the various aromas on offer there . . . the sex, the sleep, the sweat, the scent of his grand-childe’s essence.
“Do you think you deserve this, Lindsey?” he growled.
The boy took a moment to answer, but when he did, his voice was surefooted. “Yes.”
“Well, you don’t!” Angel shook the young man’s body to punctuate the last word. “You don’t deserve anything as sweet as this.”
“But you’ll give it to me, anyway . . .” Lindsey whispered defiantly. “Won’t you?”
Again, Angel shook him—hard. “I’m not gonna give you SHIT! I’m just gonna take from you. I’m gonna take until you’ve got nothing left.” It was then that he lifted the young man’s body up in his arms and yanked his head back to expose that delectable throat.
Spike’s jaw dropped open and he was momentarily hypnotized by the dark beauty of seeing Angel feed on a live human again. His cock ached and lengthened as he listened to the guttural swallowing sounds and before he realized it, he was masturbating like a school boy gaping at the airbrushed curves of Miss February. The scent of Lindsey’s blood filled the air instantly and Spike actually whimpered from the delicious aroma.
Over and over, Angel swallowed the boy’s blood and just as Spike had predicted, the big boy was rubbing his erection against Lindsey’s thigh. Faster and faster he rubbed and swallowed, groaning and growling until the inevitable peak came to toss him over its edge. He threw his head back and literally howled up at the ceiling, blood dripping down his chin, fangs glistening with the thick red fluid. But he wasn’t coming—not yet. No . . . Angel wasn’t quite done with the taking part of this little scenario.
Spike froze as he watched the sudden flailing of limbs that resulted in Lindsey’s torso landing on the couch beside him, face down. Angel had the boy by the hips and in an instant, he was fucking him . . . ravaging him brutally. Lindsey whimpered and his hands came up to grab the cushions for support, but his grip was weak from the blood loss and he kept slipping. Angel’s thrusts shoved him back up onto the couch, ramming his face into the cushions roughly.
Right. This was a bit out of hand.
Spike moved to offer some assistance to the young human, but Angel literally barked at him like giant pit bull. He hadn’t seen his sire in this mode in so long, he was actually taken aback by it. But only for a moment. Realizing his only chance of getting lambchop out of this alive, he let his own inner demon emerge—and then he barked back.
The challenge made Angel freeze in mid thrust, but he held onto the boy’s hips tightly. His big cock was buried deep inside Lindsey’s body and the scent of fresh coppery blood was keening in the air.
“You need to go easy, mate,” Spike growled. “You’ve already torn the boy. Now back down.”
The vampires stared at each other, fierce yellow eyes glimmering. Spike felt his insides boiling from the smell of Lindsey’s fresh blood and torn flesh. Bitter-sweet, that scent was, like black pepper on apple pie.
For a moment, it seemed he’d got through to Angel because the brunette’s rasping breath slowed considerably. He looked down at Lindsey’s prone, panting body and then he stroked the boy’s smooth, muscular back with his hand. But once he reached the shoulders, he bent over in a rush and sank his teeth into the tender flesh at the back of Lindsey’s neck.
He sucked deeply for another second or two, hips pumping his cock in and out of the boy’s sore, shredded anus at a frantic pace. Spike winced and looked away, knowing how badly this must be hurting his human lover.
But then, to his utter amazement, Lindsey arched up and moaned at the top of his lungs, coming from somewhere so deep inside him it seemed like the orgasm might kill him before Angel did. His heavy young cock squirted seed in thick creamy ropes across the cushion in front of him and his body shuddered violently with each spasm.
Angel moaned and sighed on top of him, his movements slowing quickly as he withdrew his teeth from Lindsey’s neck. Roughly, he pushed the boy off his cock, rolling his limp body onto the cushion. Angel collapsed on his back on the carpet and Spike watched as those demon creases melted away from his face and his smooth rugged features returned. Taking a breath, he willed his own features to revert to the less frightening human ones and then he turned his attention to Lindsey.
The boy lay there panting, his beautiful body drenched in sweat and smears of his own blood. Both of the puncture wounds Angel had made were visible and still dripping and there was a thin trickle of new blood sliding slowly down the outside of his right thigh. Spike leaned forward and kissed the little holes on the back of the boy’s neck, lapping the delicious blood off his lips greedily.
“Lambchop?” he whispered. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” Lindsey replied, but his voice was very weak.
Before he could say anything else, Angel struggled to stand up. He rubbed
at his face with his hands and sniffled as though all that activity had
aggravated some allergy.
“You should get your boyfriend some juice and cookies,” he mumbled
as he dragged himself passed Spike on his way to the bedroom. He turned
back only for a second before disappearing around the corner and it was
then that Spike caught the flash of tears on his cheeks.
Looking back at the boy on the sofa, he gently brushed away a lock of sweat-soaked chestnut hair. Lindsey’s blue eyes fluttered open and looked at Spike with enough awareness to be a sincere relief. If he was awake after all that, he was very likely to live.
Spike picked up one of Lindsey’s long-fingered hands and kissed the back of it, both out of admiration and affection. “That was a bloody rough game you chose, luv,” he whispered with concern. “I hope it was worth it.”
Lindsey sighed wearily, then those pretty blue eyes slid closed and he fell immediately into an exhausted sleep.
Spike watched him for a long time until he felt certain the young human was just sleeping and not busy slipping into an anemic coma. Once he was convinced Lindsey would pull through, he got up and went to the kitchen to survey the tantrum wreckage.
Every cupboard was open, including the frig, and every one of the white dishes in the place had been hauled out and smashed into jagged, dusty bits. Hunks of broken pottery littered the pristine kitchen’s floor and counters like so much nuclear war debris. In the middle of it all sat the two pieces of toast Spike had made earlier, starkly standing out against all the white dust. He fixed on them for a moment, then he just shook his head and went off to the bedroom.
Angel sat on the expansive bed with his head in his hands, big shoulders shaking softly as he wept. For a moment, Spike wasn’t sure he should approach the old boy, so he stood in the doorway trying to assess the terrain. He knew Angel could sense him there so he just waited to be admitted. It didn’t take long.
“Do we need to call an ambulance?” Angel murmured.
“No,” Spike said. “Lambchop needs a little nap now, but he’ll be fine.” He walked over to the bed and lifted Angel’s face in his hands. “But YOU went sodding ballistic, peaches. What the bleedin’ hell was that all about?” He narrowed his eyes critically. “And don’t you dare try to tell me it had fuck all to do with me, cuz I know better.”
Angel just looked at him for the longest time, his deep dark eyes bloodshot and wet with tears. “Do you?” he said finally. “Do you know better, Spike? Did you SEE what happened to me out there?”
“I was there, remember?” he said softly. “Front row seat.” And then he sat down very near Angel on the bed. “What I saw had nothing whatsoever to do with me, luv. That fiasco was between you and the boy. It goes way back and has to do with things I know nothing about.”
Angel shook his head and his face crinkled up with another wave of tears. “You don’t understand,” he moaned, then he rolled onto his side on the bed and drew his knees up to this chest.
Spike frowned deeply. The last time he’d seen the old boy this broken up had been in Sunnydale . . . when he found out about Spike and Buffy. That time, just like now, he’d curled into a ball and wailed on Spike’s bed until the storm inside him finally passed. That time, just like now, Spike was at a loss as to what to do to comfort him. It seemed Angel didn’t want comfort—didn’t think he deserved it. Not giving a toss about all that brooding crap, Spike reached out and stroked Angel’s damp hair.
Angel cried for a long time before he finally collected himself. All the while, Spike sat there and pet him, tried to soothe him, trying to think of something to say that would help. At least the big git had accepted the comfort on offer and hadn’t smacked Spike’s hand away. That was something new and promising. Maybe there was hope for him, yet.
Finally, Angel rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, heaving a worn out sigh. “We really should call an ambulance,” he said again.
“He’s fine,” Spike repeated, making sure he sounded convincing. “Just let him sleep. I’ll look after him.”
Angel turned to him and frowned intensely. “I need you do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
Swallowing, Angel took in a breath then he said, “I need you to promise me you won’t see him anymore.”
Spike shook his head wearily. “Peaches, the only reason I’m not gonna see him again is because I’m afraid for HIS sodding life! Not just from you, but from HIMSELF!” He breathed a sarcastic laugh. “Two of you are peas in a bleedin’ pod! Mad, you are! Both!”
Angel just stared at him which meant he was being very, very serious.
“Oh, Christ,” Spike groaned. “Fine! Fine. I promise. I won’t see the boy again.” He looked at Angel pointedly, eyebrows raised to show his conviction. “All right?”
After a while, Angel nodded, seeming to be satisfied with the response.
“So, what?” Spike said impishly, hoping to shift the heavy mood a bit. “Are we goin’ steady, now? Can I start tellin’ my friends you’re gonna take me to the prom?”
In response, Angel reached over and pulled Spike to him on the bed, pressing the blond’s body against his in a tight embrace. Angel was warm all over from Lindsey McDonald’s blood and for the first time in his existence, this knowledge gave Spike a creeping chill. Trying not to show his sudden revulsion, he snuggled against Angel and tried to simply enjoy that precious, fleeting heat.
While Angel drifted in and out of fitful sleep, Spike lay awake for hours just listening to the soft sound of Lindsey’s even breathing from the other room. He didn’t rest himself until he heard the boy get up, gather his clothes and leave the flat on his own two legs sometime in the dead of night.
the end.