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Author's name: Ash C
E-mail address: ashcarpenter1980@yahoo.com
E-mail address: ashcarpenter1980@yahoo.com
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of the characters featured in this story belong to me, I’m making no money from it, and the Angelverse is not mine. If it were, the show would never have passed the censors….
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of the characters featured in this story belong to me, I’m making no money from it, and the Angelverse is not mine. If it were, the show would never have passed the censors….
Pairing: Angel/Spike/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Notes and Warnings: M/m slash, violence, BDSM, PWP, language, dark, non-con (and I really mean non-con – there are elements of rape here). Please take note of the warnings!
Rating: NC-17
Author’s Notes and Warnings: M/m slash, violence, BDSM, PWP, language, dark, non-con (and I really mean non-con – there are elements of rape here). Please take note of the warnings!
Summary: Spike and Angel interrogate Lindsey old-school style. And it’s pretty clear that it isn’t information they’re after.
Spike shoved open the door of the interrogation room and marched Lindsey inside, his fingers digging into the flesh of the other man’s arm through his shirt.
Gunn followed, watching carefully for signs of trouble but keeping his distance. The vampire was taking this personally, and he couldn’t really blame him.
“Get me some chains,” ordered Spike over his shoulder to Gunn, swinging Lindsey round to face him, but not releasing his hold.
“So, what? You’ve just gone back to following Angel’s orders?” asked Lindsey with a slight sneer after the other man had left the room. “I thought you were a Champion.”
“No, you didn’t,” replied Spike as he regarded the cocky half-smile. The words weren’t entirely without bitterness, but the man could tell that the vampire had already made peace with discovering that his destiny might not be so rosy after all. Hell, he’d probably never really believed the lies anyway. Not deep, not where it mattered.
“Well, what I thought isn’t really relevant, is it? You seem content to follow Angel’s lead, just like you always did.”
Even when he was spewing this poisonous, manipulative crap, Lindsey’s drawl was soft and laced with honey, sweet enough to suck right out of his mouth.
Lindsey…Spike still couldn’t get used to calling him that.
“Since we recently rescued you from Suburban Hell, I’d have thought you’d be a little more co-operative,” remarked Spike, ignoring the jibe but pressing his nails deep enough to make Lindsey wince.
“Did you really?” he asked, seemingly with genuine curiosity. “Is that because I was so very…*co-operative* the last time we saw each other?” As he emphasised the word, he took a half-step closer to Spike, staring up with his wide blue eyes.
Unsure how to react to the bolt of lust that shot through his system hard enough to cramp his abdominal muscles, Spike was rescued by the reappearance of Gunn. He was bearing manacles.
The black man stopped short when he noticed how close the two of them were standing, assuming that he had interrupted an argument. Growling slightly, Spike shoved Lindsey into the chair that stood a few feet behind him. He fell into it with an irritated curse.
As Spike chained Lindsey’s wrists together and to the nearby table, Gunn could practically see the sparks flying between them, though they were silent.
Almost hoping to break the unbearable tension, Gunn cleared his throat. “I told Lorne and Wes that we’d brought him in. They’re gonna come up.”
Spike nodded curtly in response, fastening the cuffs a little tighter than necessary and tugging sharply on the chains to test their strength. Lindsey hissed in pain.
Casting an uncomfortable glance through the open door, Gunn was relieved to see the others approaching. Pissed off vampires made him nervous: his time with Angel had not changed that. If anything, it had made him all the more cautious.
Five minutes later, the seated Lindsey was surrounded by Spike, Gunn, Lorne and Wesley. He stared up at them nonchalantly, looking both bored and scornful. It was a front of course, but a pretty good one.
“So what are you gonna do? You gonna beat it out of me?”
Spike smirked widely and began to step towards him. “If you say so.”
Instantly, Lindsey sprang to his feet confrontationally, despite the metal tugging at his wrists. His eyes burned angrily, and he looked set to rip someone apart, though Spike could smell the fear beneath his rage.
With a forced calmness that he really didn’t feel, Gunn stepped between them, laying a restraining hand on Spike’s chest and turning to face the former lawyer.
“We all know how this goes.” He pushed Lindsey back into his chair, and the other man submitted, though the fire in his eyes wasn’t doused. “Spike beats you to a bloody pulp, you beg for mercy, and we get what we came for.”
Lindsey cast a glance at Spike. The vampire knew what he was thinking: he could read the smile in his eyes perfectly. No, it said, Spike beats and fucks me, I beg him for more, and both of us get exactly what we came for.
“Who needs all that rigmarole?” asked the green demon in a distant, unimportant way.
Knowing that he couldn’t say anything, even now not wanting to hurt Spike in that way, Lindsey sighed and dragged his eyes back to Gunn. “I told you. I don’t know why Angel gave up that kid, or anything else. Me and him? Not too close. I gotta get back to my game of Solitaire.”
Wesley sighed in exasperation. He had always disliked and distrusted Lindsey, and knew that interrogating him would be a waste of time. “This is getting us nowhere,” he said coldly, sparing a withering glance at the restrained man and tucking the drawings that he had been carrying back under his arm. “He’s no more use here than he is anywhere else.”
Spike nodded his head in agreement, unwilling to share the fact that he knew of one place where Lindsey happened to be extremely useful.
“Why don’t you fellas go? I’ll baby-sit the cowboy.”
“You sure?” replied Gunn, though the relief in his voice was obvious. Spike still looked set to tear a chunk out of the captive, and Gunn was personally inclined to let him.
“Yeah sure, Charlie. Will you tell the Dark Crusader that we got him?” Angel didn’t know about the private investigation that they had attempted to conduct, but he seemed to want Lindsey brought in for his own reasons.
“No problem. Catch you later.” With that, he gratefully left the room, motioning for Wes and Lorne to follow, and thinking to himself that Lindsey might have been better off in the holding dimension.
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“So, you gonna let me go now?”
“Not bloody likely, *Doyle*,” replied Spike, practically spitting out the name.
“You still sore about that?” wondered Lindsey with a grin. “Come on, you had the time of your life out there killing all the scum, banging the damsels, pissing off Angel…”
“Do you ever shut up about him?” asked Spike, suppressing a triumphant smile when Lindsey scowled darkly. He had been hoping to hit where it hurt, and he’d made a good guess about what would get under the kid’s skin.
“I got nothing to tell you,” he said, changing the subject. “So what are you trying to achieve by keeping me here?”
“Don’t trust you, Texas. We can’t be sure you’re not neck deep in any of this.”
“Come on, I’m nowhere near this. Like you just said, I needed to be rescued from hell, for Christ’s sake! So what is it, Spike? Huh? You want a rematch?” He narrowed his eyes, his expression both mocking and enticing. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he appraised the vampire, recalling the beautiful body residing beneath his clothes.
Spike looked at his boots, unwilling to meet Lindsey’s eyes. He fervently wished that he would stop alluding to their previous encounter. It was hard enough to shut it out of his mind, what with the sweet, malted scent of the boy filling his nostrils, and his hot, hard body in such close proximity.
Lindsey didn’t have vampire senses, but it was still obvious that Spike wanted him. Only his anger was keeping his desire in check. The blond had trusted him, and had been naturally livid to discover that he was being played: Lindsey couldn’t blame him for that. However, after having been hauled here against his will, manhandled and chained to a table, he was feeling pretty damned pissed off himself.
Which was good, because the rage was all that had prevented his last sentence from sounding like a proposition.
Finally, Spike raised his eyes and glared into Lindsey’s, unflinching. “You’re not here because *I* want you to be,” he stated. Truthfully, he’d have preferred never to be reminded of the deception, and of the disheartening realisation that he was closer to a puppet than a Champion.
“What?” demanded Lindsey, his brow creasing. “Then, why – ”
He was interrupted by the door to the interrogation room bursting open and smashing into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. Angel slammed it closed behind him with jarring force and strode straight over to where Lindsey was sitting.
Before he had chance to say a word, Angel grabbed his shirt and leaned in close to him to growl, “What the fuck do you know?” He was in game face.
Lindsey was too shocked to do anything besides stammer, and Angel landed a solid punch to his jaw. “Tell me, you little prick!”
“Nothing!” cried Lindsey, blood spilling from his mouth and dripping onto Angel’s hand. He had seen the vampire angry before, but he had never encountered such a sudden and brutal attack that wasn’t in retaliation to anything. It scared him, and his eyes flicked worriedly between his own blood and Angel’s fangs.
This time, the fist caught him just above his cheekbone, and his eye socket began to darken almost immediately. He cursed, trying to push the vampire away from him, though he didn’t have the strength or the leverage.
Spike watched the display passively. He was more than content to see Lindsey get a little hurt thrown his way, and he enjoyed watching Angel when he let his demon come to the fore. It reminded him of the old days. Not to mention the fact that it was sexy as hell.
Damn, he had to stop thinking with his dick. Sex never got him anything but trouble these days: case in point, the two men right in front of him. As far as he knew, what had happened with Lindsey had all been part of the lie, and Angel all but refused to acknowledge the things they did late at night to stave off the darkness and despair.
“You really expect me to believe that you don’t know anything about all the shit that’s going down?” he demanded incredulously, shaking the smaller man.
“Doesn’t matter whether you believe it; it’s the truth,” shouted the former lawyer, gripping Angel’s forearms. He was afraid and his voice had taken on a self-righteous tone. Spike was inclined to believe him, though he said nothing.
“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong, Lindsey,” said Angel softly, baring his teeth. “From your point of view, the *only* thing that matters is whether I believe it.”
Lindsey swallowed audibly. Fuck, this was one hell of an incendiary situation that he had landed himself in. He had no way of convincing Angel that he had no information. And the vampire didn’t even really need an excuse to hurt him: he already had plenty of reasons. Same went for Spike. Moreover, he wasn’t completely clear about Angel’s relationship with the blond, but he had a nasty feeling that his own sexual encounters with him would not go down too well…
“What do you want from me?” he asked with an air of defeat. “I. Don’t. Know. Anything.”
“Gee, Linds, it’s so hard for me to be sure…” he mocked, then turned towards the other vampire with a grin and an eyebrow raise. “What do you think, Spike. Should we interrogate him some more?”
Spike’s jaw dropped open. Angelus used to act exactly the same way, right before they tortured someone. The kind of torture that, more often that not, involved a lot of fucking. He suddenly realised with great clarity that Angel believed that Lindsey was telling the truth, and he couldn’t care less.
He knew that he should tell the other vampire to stop, and let the kid go. However, he was finding it difficult to do so as blood flowed into his cock, rapidly causing it to press against the constricting denim of his jeans. Though his soul protested, images of the old days still excited him, and he felt such strong desire for both Angel and Lindsey. He hesitated, unsure of how to react, his mind warring with his body.
Angel suddenly released Lindsey, stepping towards Spike and pressing in close. He very slowly licked the droplets of blood from the back of his hand. “Damn, he tastes good – all whisky and sunshine. I’m not surprised you couldn’t resist him.”
Spike started. So, Captain Forehead knew about them, then. No wonder he wanted to hurt the boy: he’d never been very good at sharing.
“It’s OK,” Angel soothed him as he stiffened. His face morphed back to human again. “It must have hurt when you found out that he’d been betraying you all along. But don’t worry: we can pay it all back.” He leaned his face down and very slowly ran his tongue over the blond’s lips, allowing the taste of Lindsey to linger there.
Spike’s groan of pleasure mingled with Lindsey’s gasp of shock. He’d had his suspicions about the vampires, but never expected to see any proof of it. He frantically wondered what this meant for him, what they would do to him.
Spike was a little surprised himself: the big poof never got close to him when there were other people in the vicinity. He knew that Angel was manipulating him; appealing to his base instincts, being so forgiving about him fucking Lindsey, giving a rare display of affection… He knew it, but he didn’t care. He was all too ready to be manipulated.
“I think you’re right: we need to interrogate him some more,” he finally replied huskily, and Angel smiled at him.
They both turned to Lindsey, who was wide-eyed with fear.
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As Angel began to prowl towards him, Lindsey jumped out of his seat and stepped as far backwards as his chains would allow. “You stay away from me!” he warned.
“Or you’ll, what?” enquired the vampire as he backhanded Lindsey forcefully enough to knock him to the ground. “Bleed on me?”
Lindsey cried out inarticulately as Angel picked him up and threw him into the table. He slammed into it hard enough to knock all the air out of his lungs, and by the time he had managed to catch his breath, Spike was crouched down in front of him where he lay bent over the table and he could feel the menacing presence of the other vampire behind him.
Spike gripped a fistful of Lindsey’s long hair in one hand and the chain binding his wrists together with the other. Keeping a strong hold on both, he leaned in close and licked at the drying blood staining the boy’s face.
“No! Get away from me!” he shouted in aversion, his attempts to pull away abruptly grinding to a halt when his ass bumped back into Angel. He stiffened momentarily, and then began to struggle fervently as he felt the vampire reach around to the front of his jeans.
“Now, Lindsey, I don’t want to hurt you,” began Spike in mock earnestness, looking innocently into the alarmed eyes. “But if you don’t tell me what I need to know, I’m afraid that I’m gonna have to let Angel put his entire fist up your arse.”
It was the oldest routine in the world, the old good cop/ bad cop, except that they were both bad. And Spike was almost ashamed to find himself loving it as much as he always had.
“God, no! Stop, I don’t know anything!” he said, his panicked gaze boring into the blond. His choked cries intensified as Angel unzipped his jeans, grasping the material in readiness to tear it out of his way.
“Shh,” soothed Spike as Angel paused, smirking behind the kid’s back. He ran his hand through Lindsey’s hair and down the side of his face until he stopped struggling and looked full into Spike’s face. “You want me to believe that you’re tellin’ the truth? Convince me,” the vampire purred silkily.
Lindsey looked confused, although Angel personally thought that it was an act. He had a feeling that the Texan was manipulative enough to play the innocent angle to his advantage, even in a situation as fucked up as this. Spike, on the other hand, was more disposed to believe that the boy still retained enough youth and deep South naivety to think that a severe beating was his greatest danger at present. He smiled as Lindsey asked, “What do you want me to do?”
Angel suddenly leaned forwards, pressing the length of his large body into Lindsey and relishing the scared whimper as the kid felt his erection. “I’ll tell you what *I* want, Lindsey. I want you to keep being uncooperative, so that Spike tells me to fill in your tight little hole with my big, fat cock.”
Spike closed his eyes against the hot wave that rushed through his body to settle in his groin, hearing the boy’s shouts of denial as he struggled futilely against Angel’s weight. As he opened them again, he saw the first big tear track its way down Lindsey’s smooth, tanned cheek.
“Don’t cry, pet,” he said softly, wiping the wetness away with his thumb. “Just convince me that you’re tellin’ the truth, and nothing will happen to you.”
The kid was scared, and he was upset, but he wasn’t giving them what they wanted. Spike knew that Angel wouldn’t be happy until the begging started – and then he would really go to work.
In some ways, he felt bad about what they were doing, especially since he had been intimate with Lindsey. But he was still so angry about the deception, and hurt by the prospect that sex had all been part of the ruse, that he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to cause the kid some pain, wanted to use him, wanted to make him feel worthless. Not particularly noble sentiments, but compelling nevertheless.
For his part, Lindsey was having trouble believing that the brooding soul brigade would go as far as they were threatening. Though he had to admit that the evidence of their arousal was highly concerning. He used to want Angel, but now the idea of being fucked by him both repulsed and incensed him. And as for Spike… Despite what had happened, Lindsey had to admit to himself that he would be mortified if the blond was capable of forcing him.
He prayed that they were bluffing.
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“What do you want?” asked Lindsey again, with quiet desperation.
“Nothing you haven’t done before,” replied the blond silkily, the corner of his mouth lifting in a leer as his glance flicked to Angel. “Tell me, Lindsey: was sucking my cock all part of the act, too? ‘Cause that really is goin’ above and beyond…”
Lindsey closed his eyes momentarily against the vampire’s mocking tone. What was he supposed to say? No fucking way he was going to admit that his desire for the vampire had been not only unexpected, but entirely unwelcome. He had jeopardised everything that he had been trying to achieve to satisfy his lust for Spike.
“So, what? You want me to blow you?” he demanded, trying to inject as much scorn into his tone as he could.
“See, I knew you weren’t as dumb as Angel lead me to believe,” replied Spike, trying to keep his expression sincere as the other vampire sniggered to himself.
“Fuck you, and the piece of shit limey jalopy you rode in on,” spat Lindsey through gritted teeth, earning himself one of the most genuine laughs he had ever heard from Angel and a heavy cuff round the ear from Spike.
“See, that just isn’t nice,” said the blond, shaking his head in a parody of regret. “Now I’m goin’ to have to let Angel here punish you, and I really don’t think you’re gonna like it.”
“No, wait, no!” shouted Lindsey as Angel tore the denim down his legs with one sharp tug.
“Wot?” inquired Spike in wide-eyed interest, bringing his face close to Lindsey’s, though not releasing the death-grip he had on the boy’s chains.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t let *him* touch me,” he pleaded as appealingly as he could, hoping that there was some part of Spike that still cared for him, some part that he could reach.
“I don’t think he likes me very much,” said Angel, feigning hurt. His pants were feeling impossibly tight as he gazed down at the prone body before him. Lindsey’s shirt was rucked up, and he could see a broad, muscular expanse of tanned skin. And there was Spike, his beautiful, pain in the ass lover, gripping the lawyer’s cuffs in his strong fingers. He allowed a muted curse to fall from his lips.
Spike mimicked concern for Lindsey’s words, again running his hand through the kid’s hair. Leaning in close, he whispered, “Ask me nicely.”
“Spike, *please*,” he whispered, wondering to himself how he could bear it if Angel, whom he hated above all else, were to violate him. There had been a time when he had fantasised about it, invited it…That now seemed like a long time ago.
“Please wot?” encouraged Spike gently. Angel smiled: he was so glad that he had let the other vampire take the lead in this. Back when this had been a favoured pastime, he had loved to play the main role, for he had always been a big fan of the mind-fuck. But with Lindsey, it worked much better for Spike to do it, because he could reach him on a level that Angel couldn’t. Best of all, he could tell from his tone that Lindsey had trusted Spike, maybe still did in spite of everything. He felt the old familiar satisfaction snake through him: it was so much more fun if they trusted you.
“Please don’t let him: I’ll do anything you want,” he said earnestly. It hurt his pride, but he would do anything to avoid what the big vampire was threatening.
“Good boy,” replied the blond indulgently, caressing Lindsey’s face as he stood up.
As Spike unbuttoned his fly, Lindsey felt a deep blush of shame stain his face. His own jeans were still around his thighs, and he could *feel* Angel behind him, bare millimetres from pressing against him. It made all the hairs on his body stand to attention. Was he really going to lie there like that, and let Spike shove his cock down his throat? Unfortunately, right now he couldn’t see any other options.
“Open wide, cowboy,” ordered Spike with a grin.
Another hot, stinging tear rolling down his face, Lindsey complied, letting the blond tilt his head to the right angle. He couldn’t meet his eyes.
Spike gasped as the hot, wet mouth clamped around his dick, leaning forward and bracing one hand against the table as the lust overwhelmed him. Despite the circumstances, Lindsey’s technique didn’t appear to be suffering at all. He sucked hard, his tongue manoeuvring its way into all the intimate folds of skin.
Seeing the look of ecstasy on Spike’s face, Angel’s own already engorged cock jumped in response. He leaned forwards and grabbed blond hair, pulling him into a passionate, bruising kiss.
Lindsey’s heart began to jackrabbit in his chest. He could feel Angel’s dick pressing forcefully against his ass, whilst his face was pushed right into Spike’s groin thanks to the vampire leaning forwards, burying his full length deep. He was aware of the disturbing, animalistic sound of them kissing above him, all grunts and growls, and his fear kicked up a gear.
The kid was squirming, trying without success to distance himself from Angel’s cock. The delicious friction, combined with the erotic sights and scents assaulting him, not to mention his desire for Spike, made Angel’s need so great that it was an almost physical presence.
“I want to fuck him,” he murmured against the other vampire’s lips.
“Do it, take him,” responded Spike, flicking his tongue against Angel’s mouth once more before breaking away regretfully and suddenly withdrawing from Lindsey. He didn’t want to be anywhere near a bite reflex whilst Angel did what he was about to do.
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