Ash C's Slash Fiction

Who? What? Where? drabbles

2008-07-22T11:39:48Z

Hey everyone! *massive hugs*

Yeah, I shouldn't be on here. But I needed a study break and a few quick drabbles for the Who?What?Where? prompt over at nekid_spikeseemed like a nice stress-relieving activity. And they were! However, they turned out rather...odd. Guess that says something...er...interesting about my state of mind! Lol.

Anyway, enjoy. Back soon my lovelies!

Who? What? Where?

Title: Luddite

Who? What? Where?: Angel and Harmony, iPod, Hell

Rating: U

Everyone blathered on about fire hell and ice hell…What about the most terrifying hell of all?

Technological Hell.

Angel eyed the iPod warily. Did it need that many buttons? Why on earth did he have to attach it to his PC? As if one electronic device wasn’t difficult enough…Now he had to coordinate them?!

He wasn’t even sure what it did. But Fred had given it to him, so it must be important. Time travel maybe? That would be nice.

He punched the intercom. “Harmony?”

“Yeah, boss? Trouble with the iPod?”

“No!” He sighed in defeat. “Yes.”

“Be right in.”

Title: Unnatural phenomenon

Who? What? Where?: Wesley, popsicle and leather thong, Bangkok

Rating: R

Wesley wandered anxiously through Bangkok, fending off pimps wielding catalogues. He really disliked this city, but all his research for the Urn of Flachkna had led him here.

Wes jumped as a young man in a leather thong stepped in front of him, licking suggestively at a popsicle. Blinking at the surrealism, he mumbled an apology and tried to step around.

“You look for date?”

“N-n-no, thank you,” stammered Wesley, blushing.

“Sure?” he asked, slipping the entire popsicle into his mouth and sucking the stick clean.

“Ungh.”

Only a demon could manage that feat, surely?! Further investigation was clearly required…

Title: Cultural differences

Who? What? Where?: Xander and Anya, red lipstick and watch, London and bar

Rating: R

“How long must we pretend to soak up the atmosphere for?”

“Ahn…I promised G-man that we’d have a drink with him in a proper London pub. Come on – it’s fun! Absorbing all this…Britishiness,” Xander asserted, trying not to “Ew!” as he tasted his pint of bitter.

“We should have gone to France! They have far superior drinking establishments...and other practices.” She smiled slyly, applying red lipstick from her purse. “Have you heard of a French polish?”

“No?”

Xander gulped as Anya whispered an explanation, looking at his watch eagerly. “Well, it is getting pretty late…”

Seven was late, right? Right.

Title: Near miss

Who? What? Where?: Spike and Darla, teddy bear, beach and jungle

Rating: PG-13

Spike didn’t like beaches.

Undoubtedly, there were sensible reasons for a bloke of the flash-fry-in-the-sun persuasion not to like beaches, but his were more involved.

Specifically, they related to a commandeered villa in Nice and Darla being so pissed off that she got him plastered and left him passed out on the sand with sunrise on the approach.

He’d woken up just in time to avoid turning into a roman candle, only to find that his helpful Dark Princess had tucked a teddy bear under his arm while he slept.

Similar thing happened in Borneo…

Spike didn’t like jungles either.

Lazarus, Chapter 11

2008-07-20T20:51:14Z

Spike!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I promised him (er, like a million years ago...) and now he's here!!!! WAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Previous parts here.

Title: Lazarus

Pairing: Angel/Lindsey…and SPIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Spike has turned up! I promised, didn’t I…? ;-)

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine; I just play…a lot. I make them do naughty things…and they love it *G*

Warnings: This is a post-NFA fic. General warnings are dark, angst, language (including sexual swearing), violence, whoring, mindfucking, underage sex, abuse, power play, BDSM. There are probably a whole lot more, but I’ll warn specifically by chapter if there’s anything major.

Summary: Angel is a teenage hustler whose life gets turned upside down by Lindsey McDonald, a trick who’s a lot more than he seems to be…

Incredible manip by the amazing blondebitz!!!:

Chapter 11

He shouldn’t have been running full-pelt towards the door.

He should have been wondering whether it was a trick. It virtually had to be, right? He’d spent months…hell, years…trying to track Spike and every source had come up with the same thing: he’d dusted in the alley along with Angel.

The thought of him spending his last moments with that motherfucker, battling side-by-side in a fight that had turned out to be worth jackshit, still haunted him.

So, who was on his front porch?

And why the fuck was he running to greet them, weaponless and vulnerable?

These thoughts both did and didn’t pass through his mind during the few seconds it took for him to reach his door, vaguely occurring to him in an unimportant and peripheral way that didn’t even merit a pause.

Holding his breath, he flung the door wide, startling the vampire.

He looked just as shocked and shaken as Lindsey.

For interminable moments they stood stock-still and stared at each other, eyes wide and bright with the pain of a thousand memories.

“Spike…” It was almost a sob.

The blond knew that it was Lindsey and that he was fully alive and fully human from the scent. He carried that faint fizz and crackle of power again that he’d had when masquerading as Doyle, which Spike had at the time attributed to his link to the Powers but later discovered to be of a darker variety.

Unable to deal with the emotions that rushed through him, he said in a broken voice, “I…I saw your body.”

The pain and desolation that he could hear in the vampire’s words was too much for him. He reached out and pulled Spike through the door, the physical force of his fierce need to hold him so strong that a verbal invitation was unnecessary.

They crushed their mouths together hard, lips tingling with the taste of blood and salt as tears ran down their faces in unheeded rivulets.

At first, they were holding too tight and just too absorbed in the solid sensation of each other to even open their mouths. They had mourned one another and this was nothing short of a miracle, although they both doubted that God had much to do with it.

Passion broke on them suddenly and violently, and all at once they were pawing and grabbing at each other, hands everywhere, while they pushed against one another, each trying to thrust his partner up against the wall in a messy battle for dominance. Pictures were shaken loose as they slammed each other into any available surface and they both cried out as their bodies were jarred painfully, bruises springing up almost instantly.

They panted and grunted as they kissed wetly, tongues duelling fiercely and teeth taking sharp little nips. Spike threw Lindsey on top of the sideboard and he skidded along it, sending the hallway phone and an expensive vase smashing to the floor. Immediately, the vampire was crushing him up against the wall, keeping him pinned in his position sat atop the sideboard, and Lindsey responded by shoving the duster from his shoulders and tearing frantically at his tee-shirt, ripping it from his body.

Still kissing the brunet feverishly, Spike scrabbled at their pants, yanking his own zipper apart and tugging Lindsey’s sweats down. Lindsey kicked the offending garment all the way off, still grabbing at any part of Spike that he could reach as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of his hard flesh.

Not seeing any other available option and unwilling to waste a second longer than necessary, Spike vamped out and sliced his fangs into his fingers to create his own makeshift lubricant. Lindsey widened his legs and canted his hips forwards, resuming their hungry kisses while Spike was still in game face and unmindful of the fact that his lips were cut open.

Lindsey cursed and arched his back as two blood-slick fingers were pushed urgently inside him; his dick was so hard it hurt and the very thought of fucking Spike again was almost enough to send him over the edge, but the reality of the matter was that he hadn’t been taken in nearly eighteen years. In fact, amusingly enough, he was technically a virgin since this body had never been fucked.

Spike knew that he was hurting Lindsey, but the human was still clutching desperately at him and wrapping his strong legs around him to urge him forwards. He withdrew his fingers and quickly coated his cock with blood, the scent of it intensifying his lust almost unbearably. With a growling, keening sound, he thrust inside Lindsey, lapping and biting at his throat.

“FUCK!” roared Lindsey, the pain of the invasion overwhelming. His body bucked forwards, back bowing, and Spike grabbed him and slammed him back against the wall, keeping him pinned with his weight and strong, hard hands.

“You’ll be alright, love. Just ride it out,” advised Spike in a soothing, husky tone as he slipped back into his human visage, nuzzling at the man’s throat.

“Easy for you to say, asshole!” Lindsey hissed through gritted teeth, his fingernails digging deep gouges into Spike’s pale flesh. However, he was already pushing back on the vampire’s dick, trying to get him even deeper, and they smiled at one another before crashing their lips together once more.

Spike practically battered Lindsey against the wall with the force of his thrusts and they both grunted on every stroke. Before long they were breathing raggedly, hands sliding over sweat-slick skin and the slaps of their flesh echoing around the room.

Despite the pain, Lindsey felt pleasure so intense that he didn’t know how he was going to stand it when the explosion came. He’d almost forgotten how incredible the internal stimulation could be and his eyelids fluttered as Spike hammered his prostate relentlessly. And he’d also forgotten what it was like to be fucked by someone he felt so strongly for, with no hidden agendas or complications; just surrendering to pure, unadulterated need was exquisite.

“Bite me, baby,” he begged breathlessly against Spike’s lips before tilting his head to bare his neck. He still carried the faint scarring that both the blond and Angel had given him and he’d never been able to forget how much he loved the dangerous dance.

Spike groaned loudly and immediately changed as he dropped his face down to Lindsey’s neck, drawing the musky, masculine scent of him in deep before plunging his fangs into the vulnerable skin.

Lindsey cried out, and they clutched even tighter, fingers leaving colourful patterns. Although he didn’t really mean to, Spike couldn’t prevent himself from practically guzzling Lindsey’s potent blood, all spiced and sparking with the dark magic that allowed him to live again and kept him strong and vital.

And all it took was a greedy, animalistic grunt as Spike gulped his blood and Lindsey felt the pressure inside build to the point where he knew he would be incapable of controlling it. It was as if a flash-flood was on the approach and the dam just wasn’t going to hold. Arching into Spike’s body as hot pleasure ripped through him, Lindsey cursed and shouted inarticulately, pumping seemingly endless streams of cum between their bodies.

Lindsey writhed against him, strong muscles clamping and fluttering around his dick, and he smelled the salty spend as the warm splatters hit him. It was just too much. He yanked his teeth free and roared as he spasmed inside the brunet, holding him hard enough to endanger his ribs and wondering vaguely if the intense white flashes blooming behind his eyes signalled the beginning of passing out from pleasure.

As the last of the excitement crashed through his body, Spike slumped bonelessly to the floor, dragging Lindsey with him. They landed kissing, and tried to maintain the affection through their fight to regain breath and coherence.

“Good to see you, cowboy…”

Lindsey laughed, blinking back the tears.

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Angel switched off the TV using the remote, eyes wide and glassy.

He just couldn’t take it all in, and he was unconsciously shaking his head in disbelief.

Until five minutes ago, he would have considered the idea that Lindsey would let another man top him utterly ridiculous. Hell, even now, after witnessing it, he couldn’t quite believe it. Angel would never have thought that he would allow himself to be in a weaker position that way.

But, then again, he’d just seen a lot of things he’d never have expected.

When the blond had first vamped out, Angel had bolted off the bed with a sharp cry, fully intending to rush out to help Lindsey, not that he would be much use against a bloodsucker. However, it had immediately become abundantly clear that Lindsey knew exactly what he was fucking. And was getting off on it, no less.

He somehow thought that the worst of it had been the tears. Months and months of fucking Lindsey, of being close to him and spending time with him more recently, and he’d barely even seen chinks in the armour. But the appearance of the vampire had undone him completely.

And, from the way they’d both wept and clung to each other so fiercely, it was obvious that there was love there. It made him feel hollow.

He sat rigidly on the bed, unsure what to do with himself and almost debilitated by shock.

Jealousy raged through him. A fucking vampire was not only screwing the person he wanted and needed most in the world, but Lindsey obviously felt strongly for him. Certainly more strongly than he felt for Angel.

And was it really so surprising? The blond was stunning. Even through his sudden, immediate hatred, Angel had noticed how fucking beautiful he was, and how incredible he and Lindsey looked together.

He didn’t know much about vampires, but he knew enough to be aware that the easiest way to kill one was to stake it through the heart.

Eyes flashing furious, painful fire, he tried to suppress the urge to seek out a piece of broken wood.

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They lay on the ground, pressed together from shoulder to calf; they’d just about found the energy to make a perfunctory attempt at dressing, but seemed incapable of getting any further.

Lindsey reached down and held the vampire’s hand. “What are you doing here, Spike?”

“Got wind that Wolfram & Hart had some big trick up their sleeve and that my name had been mentioned, which was disturbing ‘cause I thought I was off the radar. Was all very vague but I managed to get an address for the ‘next piece of the puzzle’ way too easily. Figured it was a trap, but I’m sick of games these days…So I decided to walk up to the door and see what happened. I’d heard your name too…but I didn’t believe it.”

Lindsey frowned; this was bad. Obviously, Wolfram & Hart didn’t fully trust him with his Angel project anymore and they’d decided to get themselves a bargaining chip; it was no secret how he’d felt about Spike. It was also painfully, infuriatingly evident that his employers had let him believe that the vampire was dead. Shit, not let him believe…they’d engineered it that way. In fact, it must have taken quite an effort for them to cut off all his avenues of inquiry the way they had, turning everything into a dead end.

“I thought you were dust. I tried so hard to find you…Every source said the same thing,” he whispered, eyes leaking again, as he turned his face towards Spike. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault, pet. I went underground…Really underground. Red – powerful witch I happen to know – has more protection and non-detection spells on me than you can shake a stick at. Barely went out for the first decade or so; still keep a very low profile. Train up Slayers, help Red’s Coven and the new Council where I can. Miss the action though…” He looked wistful for a moment and then his eyes drifted back to the present. “Miss you.”

Lindsey ran his fingertips over sharp cheekbones even more beautiful than he remembered. “I never thought…”

Spike blinked back newly forming tears. “I didn’t find you until after the alley. Knew there wasn’t much hope when you didn’t turn up, but I had to know before I got outta LA. I almost stayed there with you, even with the building collapsing around my ears…”

“I’m sorry.” Lindsey squeezed his hand sympathetically; it must have been even worse to actually see the evidence of a lover’s demise than to hear about it as Lindsey himself had done.

“That was the only moment I ever wished that Angel hadn’t dusted during the battle. I wished he was standing right in front of me so I could drive the stake home myself,” he said through gritted teeth, the ferocity making his eyes burn frighteningly.

“You knew he’d ordered Lorne to do it?”

“Of course. I knew him better than anyone…I’ve cursed myself every fucking day for not figuring it out before it actually happened.”

“It’s okay. Even I didn’t think he’d do that to me; none of you could have realised it.”

“I reckon Wesley knew,” mused Spike and Lindsey thought that he was probably right.

“I think Lorne knew too. For years back, I mean. I’m sure he read that he was gonna end me the very first time I sang at Caritas. Don’t think he realised how bad the whole thing was gonna taste in his mouth though; he didn’t know that he would be shooting an unarmed man who’d just fought by his side. I reckon it destroyed him.”

Spike nodded, rage still knotting his jaw. He’d loved Angel, for all his faults, but he’d never forgiven him for taking Lindsey out that way. If he’d wanted him dead, he shouldn’t have used him and he should have done it himself. Or tried, at least. He wouldn’t have succeeded if Spike had had any inkling, which he’d undoubtedly known.

“How did you come back?”

“When I skipped out of LA, Wolfram & Hart never terminated my contract. After I died, the Standard Perpetuity Clause kicked in and I was suddenly working for them again. A unique form of hell, having to be a lawyer for all eternity with people you’ve repeatedly betrayed as your bosses…and of course I was incorporeal.”

“I feel your pain, believe me. Or, rather, don’t feel it.”

“Yeah…Sucks, huh? And you only had it for a couple of months; I had five years of that shit.”

“Fuck…”

“Yeah. Anyway, Senior Partners will corporealise you as a reward for good service. You’re still technically dead, and they can take it away at any moment, but you can touch and taste again; you can be a part of the world. You pretty much feel human again, because the corporealisation takes on the form that you expect it to…so you can feel your heart beating and all that jazz.”

“Let me guess…Wasn’t enough for you.”

Lindsey smiled. “No. Besides, it’s all fucked up. Lilah – she’s the lawyer Wes was banging the year before you came to LA – was killed by that thing that infected Cordelia Chase. She – ”

“Wait. She the one that they thought Angelus had killed? Angel told me about that.”

“Yeah, exactly. Wes had to chop her head off ‘cause he was afraid she’d turn. The thing is…it affected her so much that her corporealised form has a scar around her neck, even though she was axed after she died.”

“Shit.”

“I guess that brought it home how false the whole thing was. Besides, I had other reasons for wanting to be brought back all the way…Anyway, industrious as I am – and still the fucking best and brightest, which is the only reason they kept the contract going – I worked a lot of shit for them and managed to get solid pretty soon by the firm’s usual standards. Then I set about finding something I could use to broker a deal with them.”

“And?”

“Well, I found something too good for them to resist, and they needed me; I made sure I was the only one with the knowledge or ability to get them what they wanted. I told them that I’d do what they needed…in return for being resurrected. Full resurrection – none of this half-assed shit, it had to be really me. And, as an added bonus, I wanted all the power I’d accumulated back. Since the rituals I’d learned about can bring you back as you were at any specific point in your life, it wasn’t an issue.”

“Many people get resurrected like that?”

He shook his head. “I’m the first.”

“Really? Why?”

“Well, for starters, it’s not something that Wolfram & Hart offer. In fact, the firm didn’t have anyone with the expertise to do it; I had to find the shamans and warlocks myself. Besides, who the hell would want to be resurrected? The re-corporealised folk are basically immortal.”

“So…apart from the whole weirdness factor of being re-corporealised, why did you want to come all the way back? And don’t tell me it was because you wanted to have a normal life and lots of bouncing babies.”

Lindsey chuckled. He wondered whether or not he should be telling Spike all of this, but he knew that his house was clean of physical bugs and he had mystical barriers on the place as well. Besides, if they were ever going to pick up his true intentions it would probably be from his mind, although he had blocks for that too. Moreover, it was too late for them to do anything.

“My soul. When I was resurrected – which is basically being reborn – my soul was no longer the property of Wolfram & Hart. See, technically, I’d served out the Standard Perpetuity and a new contract would have been required to bind me to the firm again post-mortem. Because no-one had ever done it before, they didn’t realise the implication and they didn’t think to make me sign a renewed contract.”

“So once you die, you’re free?”

He smiled bitterly. “Wouldn’t say that. In the long run, I’ve just swapped one form of hell for another. But I don’t want to spend my eternity with Wolfram & Hart…Especially not after what I’m planning to do.”

Spike looked at him. “Do I even wanna know?”

He shook his head. “Not now. It’s probably better if you don’t, although they obviously know something’s rotten in Denmark or they wouldn’t have lured you back here. Damn, I’m sorry, Spike.”

The vampire reached over and cupped the back of Lindsey’s head, pulling him forwards until their faces were almost touching. “Don’t. Whatever the reason, no matter how bad it’s gonna get, I can’t regret seeing you again.”

Lindsey felt tears welling in his eyes again and blinked them back. “Me neither,” he admitted.

Spike curled his fingers through Lindsey’s short locks. “This makes you look so young. It’s cute, but I’m gonna miss having somethin’ to grab hold of.”

Lindsey huffed out a little laugh in response to the dirty smile. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

He’d leaned across, intending to kiss Spike, when he looked up to see Angel staring at them in horror. He was dressed only in his jeans, the top button unfastened.

Fuck! He’d completely forgotten about him!

Feeling Lindsey tense, Spike whipped his head around to look towards the doorway. He gasped at the sight greeting him. If he thought that seeing Lindsey had been a shock, this one almost turned him to ash.

“Angel…”

“How do you know my name?” he demanded, glaring with naked fury at the blond.

Spike got slowly to his feet and drew a deep breath into his lungs. Underneath the almost overwhelming scents from himself and Lindsey, he caught the smell of Angel. Human, yes, but unmistakeably Angel and still more achingly familiar to him than anything else in the world. As he tried to process what his senses were telling him, that this human boy was without doubt the Sire that he had lost, he registered the fact that Lindsey’s scent was coming from his direction too.

“What the fuck have you done?” he asked Lindsey, shaking his head in denial of it all.

He sighed. “The Shanshu was real and it was meant for him after all,” he began.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” shouted Angel, eyes flicking between them. He still couldn’t get over the image of seeing Lindsey giving it up for this…this monster!

They ignored him.

“I can see that, you git! What is he doing here, with you? And why the fuck does he reek of your cum?”

“I was shot down like a fucking mongrel roaming the streets, Spike! Did you think I’d forget? Or forgive?”

“He was a demon. A centuries-old demon with lifetimes of mass-murder at his back and more than a few psychological issues, not to mention more emotional baggage than the entire cast of a cheap soap opera! This is not him. This is a human boy!”

Angel was getting pretty freaked out; he really didn’t need this insane shit on top of what he’d seen the man he’d fallen in love with doing with an evil creature of the night. Lindsey saw it in his strained, confused and enraged features.

“Spike, we can talk about this later,” he said pointedly.

“No! No, we cannot fucking talk about it later,” he roared. “I’m sorry,” he added to Angel, softening his tone. He took a step towards him, wanting to scent him more deeply and get a better look. Obviously much younger than he was used to seeing him – maybe up to a decade – and more slender too, but the same strong features and deep eyes. Even the same poufy hair he noted with exasperation.

“Get the fuck away from me!” he practically screamed, angry and afraid and almost panicky.

“Spike, he doesn’t remember you.”

“I know that,” he snapped, backing off until Angel’s stance relaxed slightly. “It’s okay, kid.”

“Remember? What the hell is going on? Lindsey?” he said beseechingly, eyes pleading.

Lindsey understood the look. He had obviously seen them fucking and was impossibly hurt and freaked out, as well as bewildered by the entire conversation. But, more than anything, he was afraid that Lindsey was going to send him packing and forget all of his words about him giving up hustling and the implication that he wanted them to be together. Angel had had to look out for himself for a long time, and his brain was always ticking ahead to work out the impact that events were likely to have upon his situation.

He just couldn’t deal with the kid right now. Getting Spike back after all these years had been such an emotional and unexpected shock that he felt completely drained. He was also bleeding and in pain, although perversely he already couldn’t wait to fuck the vampire again. If Spike still wanted him after this.

“I can’t explain it to you right now. But I will soon, I promise,” he said soothingly. “You’re gonna have to trust me.”

“Trust you?!” interrupted Spike. “That’s a bloody joke!”

“You’re not helping,” replied Lindsey, glaring at him. He turned back to Angel and stepped towards him, holding out a hand placatingly. “We’ll have a long talk, okay? But not now. I think it would be best if you went home…”

“No!” cried Angel in a tone that was half furious and half beseeching. He closed the distance between him and Lindsey, lowering his voice to a whisper although he knew that the vampire could still hear him. “Please don’t send me away. Please. It’s not fair!”

Lindsey rubbed his brows, where a dull, sickly ache was forming. “Angel, it’s just for now. But you can’t be here at the moment.”

“Why?” he asked petulantly, before immediately going on the offensive and pointing at Spike. “Because you want to be alone to get fucked by that?!”

Lindsey reached for him, intending to pull him closer so that he could try to calm him down, but Angel flinched away from him, evidently expecting to be hit. Lindsey’s eyes flew to Spike’s to see whether he’d caught the motion and he flushed at the look the blond gave him. It was perfectly obvious what kind of foundations his and Angel’s ‘relationship’ had been built on, and the censure in Spike’s eyes made him almost ashamed.

He exhaled calmly and took Angel’s hands in his own, before looking into his eyes. “You can’t talk about Spike like that; he has a soul. He’s one of the good guys.”

“Since when did having a soul make you a good guy?” snapped Angel.

Lindsey tried not to be amused by the irony. “It doesn’t necessarily. But Spike is one, so I don’t wanna hear you talkin’ about him like he’s some run-of-the-mill, evil vampire, okay?”

“Fine,” agreed Angel after a pause, although none of them were particularly convinced about his sincerity.

“Right. Now, me and him…We haven’t seen each other for a long time and we thought we’d never see each other again.”

Angel cast a glance over at Spike, his expression making it perfectly clear that he wished the vampire had just stayed lost.

“So,” continued Lindsey. “There’s a lot of ground to cover, and I don’t want you here for it. It’ll only be a few days.”

Angel had tears in his eyes, born of pain and frustration and anger. He wanted to be strong, but he couldn’t; he was so afraid that Lindsey was going to discard him now that this guy from the past had shown up. This vampire, who was apparently something special with his soul, and who was powerful and graceful and just so fucking gorgeous that it made Angel want to take a sledgehammer to his face so that he felt less inadequate.

“Please, Lindsey,” he whispered, tightening his grip on the man’s hands. “What do you want? Do you want me to beg? I will. I’ll do anything you want me to.” He wracked his brains for something he could offer, realising with sickening hope that Lindsey had been almost aroused by his words. “Just keep me around for the sex, if nothing else. Please? I don’t mind what you do to me; I’ll even let him fuck me too if that’s what you want.”

Lindsey was horrified, although lust was thumping hotly through him again. Before he could consider how damned perverted he was or think of an appropriate response for Angel, blinding pain exploded through his face and he fell to the floor, releasing the kid’s hands.

“You fucking wanker!” spat Spike, shaking out his fist. He could only imagine what Lindsey had done to Angel to get him to the state where he would make an offer like that, and his senses had been assaulted by the pheromones coming from the Texan.

Angel cried out in surprise and dismay. The instinctive punch he threw at Spike landed solidly, but the vampire barely even flinched before grabbing the kid’s hands in a firm grip.

“Angel!” said Lindsey as he staggered to his feet. “Don’t! I deserved it.”

“Too fucking right you did!”

“Get your hands off me!”

Spike released Angel and backed off, holding his hands up to show that he intended no harm. He scowled at Lindsey. “What the fuck have you done to him?”

Lindsey shrugged, his own blue orbs carrying some anger now. “Nothing that wasn’t done to either of us.” He turned back to the kid. “See, it wouldn’t work if you stayed. I’ll call you a cab.”

“No! Lindsey!” he cried, sinking to the floor as the tears finally spilled down his cheeks. “Why are you doing this to me?! Please!”

Lindsey couldn’t take the emotional overload that the boy’s sobbing was causing. It was difficult to focus on anything other than Spike and he really didn’t need the guilt trip or the reminder that he might be ruining a child for no good reason. He practically fled from the room to order a cab and gather up some more clothes for Angel to wear.

The vampire wanted to comfort the kid, but knew that he wouldn’t let him. His emotions were bouncing all over the shop, and he could partly understand why Lindsey had done what he’d done. Just looking at Angel, even though he knew this was a human boy and not the demon he had known, flooded him with the old familiar pain and love and rage.

He supposed that he could leave, and then Lindsey wouldn’t need to send Angel away. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Apart from the fact that he needed to get to the bottom of what was going on here – and to stop Lindsey from damaging the kid permanently, if it wasn’t already too late – he needed to be with the Texan. It was probably wrong, and they were undoubtedly on different sides now unlike ever before, but none of it changed the fact that he still loved him after all this time.

Spike quietly followed Lindsey, leaving the boy alone on the floor. When he found him in a bedroom, pulling a sweater out of a drawer and picking up sneakers that obviously belonged to Angel, he said, “It’s not right what you’re doing to him.”

“I know that. Please, Spike…I don’t want to talk about it now.” As the blond opened his mouth to respond, Lindsey pre-empted him. “Listen, I’m gonna get him into the cab. Stay here, okay? Please? I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Fine,” he sighed, sitting down on the bed and trying to pretend that the scent of Lindsey and Angel’s spent lust thick in the room wasn’t making his head spin. It was almost too much to handle, getting Lindsey back on the same night that the product of the Shanshu was revealed to him. If indeed he had gotten Lindsey back. With the way things stood, they didn’t have a shot at anything; Spike didn’t really believe that the Texan had any loyalty to Wolfram & Hart, but he certainly didn’t have any to the Powers either. And whatever the hell plan he had for Angel, it wasn’t something that Spike could allow to happen.

They were doomed from the start. But hadn’t it always been that way?

When Lindsey came back, he was worked up and agitated; it was pretty clear that it had upset him to see Angel in such a state, particularly after the emotional stress of discovering that Spike was alive. Even though he was still angry, the blond wrapped soothing arms around him.

Sinking gratefully into the embrace and lying tangled with the vampire on the bed, Lindsey kissed his neck, jaw and finally his mouth. “I missed you every day,” he whispered.

Unwilling to start another argument and unable to resist the sweet words and solid feel of the man he had mourned so bitterly, Spike rolled on top of him and kissed him deeply. He hadn’t been close to someone in so long, not in the ways that really mattered, and the relief and comfort of being pressed against Lindsey were immeasurable. He nestled into the warmth, spotting the familiar way that their bodies moulded together, and gently rocked the hardening columns of their dicks together.

They made love into the early hours, sometimes harsh and frantic and sometimes soft and slow, but always with passion. Eventually, Lindsey just couldn’t take any more and they fell into an exhausted slumber in each other’s arms.

It was the deepest, most restful sleep that either of them had experienced in a long time.

END CHAPTER TEN.

Lazarus, Chapter 10

2008-07-14T21:00:33Z

Here we go! This one ends on a bit of a cliffhanger I'm afraid...Try not to be too mad with me!!!!!!! *tease tease* :D

Previous parts here.

Title: Lazarus

Pairing: Angel/Lindsey…But Spike turns up later…so…all bets are off ;-)

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Not mine; I just play…a lot. I make them do naughty things…and they love it *G*

Summary: Angel is a teenage hustler whose life gets turned upside down by Lindsey McDonald, a trick who’s a lot more than he seems to be…

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Chapter 10

Lindsey cracked open a bleary eye and encountered glaring sunshine. He groaned.

Looking down, he realised that he was still using Angel as a mattress, the poor kid. He tried to lift himself up, only to discover that the combination of Champagne and semen appeared to have produced an industrial-strength adhesive. As he peeled himself off the boy, grimacing and possibly leaving behind a layer of skin, Angel woke up with a hiss.

“I think I’ve discovered the secret ingredients for Super Glue,” confided Lindsey.

“Great. Think you can conjure up the secret ingredients for some aspirin? I think my head’s gonna explode.”

Lindsey smiled as he sat up, straddling Angel’s thighs. “If you can make it to the house in your delicate state, I’m sure I can hook you up.” He wasn’t surprised that the boy was hungover. Even if he’d obeyed the rules and not drunk too much at the party – which Lindsey doubted – then the Moet that had been absorbed directly into his bloodstream from being poured into his ass would have affected him far more potently than would usually be the case.

Angel scratched at his abdomen, where there was a sticky, crusty film. “Gross…”

“Shower?”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Despite his words, Angel looked suspiciously as though he had a better plan as he allowed his gaze to travel over Lindsey’s naked body, which glowed golden in the sunshine. He settled his hand on the man’s leg, just above his knee, and slowly slid it up his thigh, applying pressure with his thumb as it neared his balls.

Amused that the kid wanted to go again already, Lindsey opened his mouth to say something when he was startled by a loud shriek. He whipped his head around to see his closest neighbour – a small, white-haired lady in a pink tracksuit – staring at the pair of them with complete horror.

“Hey, Mrs. Kaplowski!” he called cheerfully, giving her a little wave. “Nice morning for a walk on the beach, huh?”

Angel tried to stifle a laugh as she hurried back in the direction of her house, muttering something about how they should be arrested. “Oops.”

“Fuck it,” shrugged Lindsey. “You’d think she’d be glad of the chance to see some hot ass; I’ve seen Mr. Kaplowski in his bathing suit and it ain’t pretty…”

“Maybe we should have that shower. You know, before the cops turn up…”

Lindsey chuckled and staggered to his feet, reaching down to haul Angel up too. They both closed their eyes as the dizziness hit.

“Okay…Aspirin, shower, food, aspirin and then bed,” asserted Lindsey, rubbing a hand over his forehead.

They picked up the blanket and their clothes and walked slowly back in the direction of the house, which seemed to have moved around ten miles into the distance.

“Champagne’s evil,” grumbled Angel.

“Yeah, that’s not the tune you were singing last night,” replied Lindsey, finally reaching the French doors and sliding them open onto the immaculate dining area.

“Wow…Where did the mess go?”

“Caterers provided a clean-up service too,” he waved dismissively, throwing the blanket over a chair. “Come on, we’ll shower in my bathroom. Put your clothes in the hamper; Maria’ll wash ‘em and you can have ‘em back tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, wondering what he was supposed to wear until then and hoping that they’d both just stay naked.

As it turned out, they did.

Despite his hangover, the rest of the day was pretty much perfect as far as Angel was concerned. Lindsey actually spent real time with him, letting him close and talking to him; they stayed together the entire day, showering and eating and fucking and watching TV, then napping and fucking some more.

Angel wasn’t used to intimacy and he felt a small thrill every time Lindsey touched him. And when he kissed him? He just wanted to burst. He wished he could crawl into his bed and stay there forever like some kind of pet. He couldn’t quite work out how his feelings had switched from hatred to…whatever this was, but it was too powerful to deny. And he was fairly sure that Lindsey felt something for him too. Sure, the guy was still dominating and a little short-tempered, and sometimes Angel would catch him staring with a really odd expression on his face, but he was still holding and kissing and smiling, so Angel just didn’t care.

Early that evening, Lindsey came back from the bathroom to discover that Angel had flicked the TV channel.

“What’s this shit?”

“It’s this series about detectives. They keep getting into these badass fights and car chases and they use gadgets and stuff – it’s so cool.”

Trying not to laugh at his babbling enthusiasm, the man said, “And who said you could change the channel, huh? Nobody touches the controller but me.” He reached out to snatch it back.

Angel switched it to the other hand, out of his reach. “No way! You’ll put that dumb old movie back on!”

“Oh, you did not just call The Shawshank Redemption a dumb old movie…Right, that’s it! You’re getting a spanking.”

Angel wriggled and shouted as Lindsey wrestled the remote from his hand and pulled him into his lap. “No! Let me go!” he laughed, “You can put your dumb movie back on!”

“Too late now,” teased Lindsey, landing a couple of quick, hard smacks on his squirming ass. The boy, still chuckling, tried not to squeal and the Texan wasn’t overly surprised to feel him rocking against his lap to get friction on his growing erection.

Lindsey slapped him a couple more times. “Are you getting off on this, baby boy?” he asked, rubbing his hand briskly over the burning imprints he’d left on his ass.

“No! Well…maybe a little. Or maybe it’s just a cunning plan to turn you on so we can fuck instead of watching the dumb old movie…” he laughed, crying out with pleasure/pain as Lindsey smacked him with the controller a few times.

“Maybe I’m not gonna fuck you tonight since you’re bein’ so naughty. Ever think of that?” he asked with a smile, pinching the red skin.

“Ouch! You have to fuck me!” he asserted, writhing until Lindsey relented and released him. He immediately turned over and sat up, straddling the man’s lap and hooking his arms around his shoulders.

“Oh, do I? You want my dick that bad, huh?” He slipped his hands under the kid’s ass and pulled him even closer, nestling their groins tightly together.

“Yes! You know I do.”

“Well, I don’t know…You’re makin’ fun of me, changing my shows over and laughing when I spank you…A guy could get offended. Maybe you need to prove to me just how bad you want it,” he said huskily, rubbing his index finger in teasing little circles over Angel’s asshole.

“Please?” he whispered plaintively, grinding his hips forwards and then back, trying to impale himself on the questing finger. “You want to hear how much I want you? Want me to beg for your cock?” he asked seductively.

Lindsey groaned and kissed him, wrapping one arm tightly around his back while he used the other to play with his ass and balls. He tried to remind himself that this was all part of some big, important plan. He hated Angel and he wanted revenge. And it didn’t matter if he was starting to feel quite strongly that perhaps he’d been wrong and this boy really had nothing to do with the vampire he had known. He pushed the notion aside.

Angel kissed from his mouth, over his cheek and around to his ear, where he began to suck on the lobe, making Lindsey gasp. He gave it a little nip and then drew back and said suddenly, in a disbelieving tone, “Are your ears pierced?”

Lindsey nodded, smiling slightly. “Yep. Why?”

Angel ran a thumb lightly over the small hole. “I don’t know. I just…I’m surprised. It doesn’t really fit with your image.”

“You think I was born in a suit?” he asked with amusement, although it brought him a small, indefinable pain that Angel knew nothing about who he really was. He remembered Holland telling him all those years ago that he needed to lose the earrings – and any jewellery that would show – and keep his hair short if he wanted his Juris Doctor from Hastings to be worth more than the paper it was written on.

“No…I think you were born just like you are now: buck naked,” he grinned, squeezing his legs tighter around Lindsey’s body and wrapping his arms back around him. They returned to kissing and Lindsey just wanted to sink into this vibrant, charming kid, but he tried to remember himself and do what needed to be done.

In the spirit of the plan – the terribly important plan – he suddenly pulled back and looked deep into the boy’s eyes. His lustful and yet painfully adoring eyes. “Angel, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“What?” he asked, tensing as though afraid that he was about to get bad news.

“I…I don’t want you hustling any more.”

Angel seemed to hold his breath for a while, before he nibbled lightly on his lower lip and said quietly, “Really?”

“Really.”

Although there was hope and a strange kind of excitement burning in his gaze, it was tempered by a look of worry. “But…Lindsey, I need the money.”

“You don’t have to worry about money. You can work for me.”

He frowned, his lashes hooding his eyes. “I don’t want you to pay for sex from me.”

Lindsey smiled. “That’s not what I meant. You can work at the firm.”

“But…But I don’t know how to do anything! I don’t have any qualifications, I didn’t finish high school…Fuck, I should still be in high school!” he said with despair, tears forming in his eyes. He was useless.

“Hey, shhh. Angel? Listen to me; you’re a smart kid and I’ll teach you what you need to know. The work won’t be very interesting or challenging at first, but you’ll learn. It’ll be fine, I promise. It’s gotta be better than whoring, right?”

He nodded hesitantly, dropping his head down and nuzzling it into Lindsey’s neck. The man stroked his hair, trying not to feel guilty. Fuck, he was so young! He might look close to being a man, but he was just a little boy.

“Thank you,” he whispered, the tears still tracking down his cheeks. “What have I done to deserve this?”

“More than you know,” mumbled Lindsey softly, reaching inside and holding onto the hate and resentment in his heart like old friends.

Angel kissed him passionately then, and they inevitably ended up having sex. It wasn’t fucking. In fact, it was closer to making love than anything Angel had ever felt in his short life and he just couldn’t suppress the joy and gratitude he felt that Lindsey actually wanted him for something more than the cheap hustler he was.

He fell asleep wrapped tightly around the man, while Lindsey himself stared up at his ceiling, absently trailing his fingers over the boy’s skin and trying not to think.

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During the following week, Lindsey took Angel to buy some new smart clothes, getting him pants, polo tops and shirts in dark colours and made from expensive material. The boy was continually amazed that Lindsey managed to unerringly pick things that he liked and that suited him.

And then he took him to Wolfram & Hart.

Angel was nervous and didn’t really know what was expected of him, but every person he met was pleasant to the point of being obsequious. Lindsey showed him around and explained a little about what the firm did, although Angel got the distinct impression that he was only getting the headlines, and then took him to lunch.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s…amazing. I don’t understand why everyone’s so nice though.”

“What were you expecting?” he asked with amusement. “This ain’t the street, Angel. Even if these people were your mortal enemies, they’d still smile and shake your hand.”

Not convinced that he was particularly reassured, he frowned a little and asked, “Is it because they know you’re fucking me?”

Lindsey shook his head. “It probably doesn’t hurt, but no, that’s not the reason. You don’t need to worry about this.”

“I just…They know I’m a whore, right?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“Well…It’s pretty obvious that I’m not qualified to do anything. So, everyone must wonder what I’m doing there?”

Lindsey sighed. “It’s fine. Believe me, we don’t exactly have standard recruitment practices at the firm.”

“There were a lot of demons around,” mused Angel, thinking back to the plaque on the other man’s office: Lindsey McDonald, President of Special Projects. He’d been told that Wolfram & Hart was primarily a law firm, but there was a lot more to it. He’d had enough experience with the police to have decided that being on the side of the law didn’t necessarily make you one of the good guys, and he had to wonder about a company that would endorse the kind of parties that Lindsey had thrown on Friday night. Besides, he of all people knew that Lindsey wasn’t exactly walking the path of the righteous.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to that.”

“Is it…I mean, does the company do things that are…?”

“What?”

“Evil.” He flushed a little, feeling silly for asking. It sounded dumb.

Lindsey looked at him carefully, raising his glass to his lips. “There are unsavoury aspects,” he replied eventually.

Angel nodded, frowning. Finally, he raised his eyes and looked piercingly into Lindsey’s. “Why are you doing this?”

“I told you; I don’t want you hustling. Listen Angel, I understand that it’s hard for you to believe that someone wants to give you a break after everything you’ve been through, especially someone like me. You know, I wouldn’t have been working for the firm either if someone hadn’t given me a helping hand. You remember that guy Holland Manners? When I was at college in San Francisco, he took a chance on me. Things are better now, but back then it was almost impossible to get into a high class company like this with the kind of background I had.”

Angel was so confused. He never knew how much to believe Lindsey and he found it hard to trust him even though he really wanted to. He knew that he was falling hard, and he would like nothing more than to accept that Lindsey cared about him and wanted to give him a chance to escape hustling, but he didn’t quite buy it. The guy had seemed to have so much contempt and even hatred for him at the beginning…

The frustration blackened his mood and made him contentious. His humourless smile very close to a sneer, he asked mildly, “And what did you have to do for Mr. Manners to get such a lucky break?”

Lindsey’s carefully schooled expression didn’t change, but Angel could swear that the air around them had gotten a few degrees cooler. “The only thing Holland ever did to me was give me enough rope to hang myself with,” he asserted. “Don’t judge everyone else on what a prick I am.”

Angel dropped his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. And I’m sorry if I don’t seem grateful, because I am…I guess I just…” He trailed off, unwilling to voice what he’d been thinking.

He didn’t need to. Lindsey finished the sentence for him. “Find it hard to trust me.” When the boy looked as though he was about to protest, the Texan continued, “Or at least find it hard to trust that something good can happen.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

Their food arrived and Lindsey remained silent while the waiter set it down for them and poured more wine. Once he had retreated, he smiled humourlessly and said, “What makes you think this is somethin’ good?”

“I don’t get what you mean.” Angel was focussed on the steak Lindsey had ordered for him. It was the first time that he’d been to a fancy restaurant and he’d found the servitude and courtesy of the staff very unfamiliar. But the food was amazing.

Amused by the way that the kid was attacking his steak as if he hadn’t been fed for weeks, Lindsey picked up his fork and shuffled scallops around his plate. “You won’t be selling your body, but this job sometimes necessitates things that you might consider worse than that. If you’re gonna come work with me, you need to be prepared to make sacrifices.”

Angel paused in the act of raising a forkful of juicy steak to his mouth, his eyes instantly narrowed and guarded. “What kind of sacrifices?”

“You’ll have to sign a contract for a start.”

“What for?”

“Well, various things. It’s a legal requirement and it protects both you and Wolfram & Hart. But…parts of it are non-standard. There are clauses about termination, death…your soul.”

“What?!” He stared at the man in disbelief. He must be yanking his chain.

Lindsey shrugged. “Don’t worry about it; you’ll have plenty of time to make a decision. You have to sign of your own free will, knowing all the facts. It’s a thing.”

Angel wondered whether this was some kind of joke, but Lindsey certainly wasn’t laughing. He felt a deep disquiet settling within him despite the blasé manner in which the man had delivered the news, but tried to push it away for the moment.

After they’d eaten and spent another couple of hours at Wolfram & Hart, Angel was feeling a little more at ease. Lindsey’s secretary, Sarah, had been really nice to him and they’d talked through some of the things that he would be able to do at first, when the Texan didn’t “need him for something specific,” as she put it. It all sounded very reassuringly mundane and achievable.

When the client Lindsey had spent most of the afternoon with finally left, Angel was relieved that Sarah told him to go into the office. She’d been great, but he’d had to meet a daunting amount of strangers without Lindsey’s presence to ease his discomfort, and he was craving him. After spending such an amazing weekend with him, he seemed to be more desperate for his company and contact than ever.

He walked right over to where the man was staring out of the window and was surprised when he turned around and pulled him into his arms.

“Everything okay?” he asked, sinking gratefully into the embrace and clinging tightly. He buried his nose into Lindsey’s neck and drew his scent deep into his lungs.

“Never,” he whispered in response, but before Angel could react to the bleakness of his tone he found lips pressed hard against his own, insistent and demanding.

He responded fervently and soon found himself lying back over Lindsey’s wide desk. He would have bent over it to make the position easier, but the man didn’t seem to want to release him long enough to effect the manoeuvre. Lindsey held him close in an iron grip, kissing and caressing him harshly as he spread out on top of him.

Angel reached down and unfastened their pants for both of them, sliding his own down and pulling one leg free. Lindsey was hurting him a little, holding him too hard and biting at his lips, jaw and neck, but he loved it. It showed that Lindsey was desperate for him, needed him, wanted him. He tried to strike the balance between compliant and passionate that the man seemed to crave from him, and he gave everything that he could.

The strokes were short, hard and deep, Lindsey barely drawing away from his body to slam back inside, angling to give a relentless stimulation that was close to painful. He came quickly, grasping Angel tightly and crying out into his mouth. The boy was so in tune with Lindsey’s body now that his peak triggered his own orgasm, and he hoped that he wouldn’t be in trouble for dirtying his new clothes.

But the man just clung to him afterwards, their faces still pressed together. Angel felt a single drop of wetness splash onto his cheek, but before he could figure out what it meant, Lindsey was suddenly pushing away and telling him to clean himself up.

That evening, once they were out of the building, he said unexpectedly, “You don’t have to do this, Angel. Work for the firm, sign the contract…”

The kid looked over at him, but he was keeping his eyes studiously averted. “I need to think about everything,” he replied carefully. “Am I allowed to have some time?”

“Of course. All the time you need.” He sounded relieved, although whether it was because he hadn’t given an outright ‘yes’ or because he hadn’t given an outright ‘no’, Angel wasn’t sure.

Angel stayed at Lindsey’s place that night. And, even though the Texan had made it clear that it was a one-off, he ended up staying the rest of the week.

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Saturday morning, Angel was awoken by a kiss on his stomach, and he looked down to see Lindsey hovering over him, naked, bracing himself on his hands. There was an envelope resting on his chest and he blinked at it in confusion.

“Morning,” smiled the Texan.

“Hey. What’s going on?” he asked sleepily, still trying to decipher the meaning of the envelope.

“Happy birthday.”

Angel’s mouth dropped open in an almost comically shocked expression. He hadn’t actually realised himself, simply because he never really kept track of dates and they hadn’t watched the news or anything. And it wasn’t as if he had anyone to remind him or buy him gifts; he’d never even told Nicky when his birthday was.

“How did you know?” he asked, looking into sparkling blue eyes and trying not to appear too astonished, excited or delighted as he reached for the envelope.

“When you’ve been at Wolfram & Hart a little longer, you’ll understand better,” he replied. “Go on, open it.”

Smiling, he pulled the flap up almost reverently and then slipped his hand inside. He pulled out a learner’s permit.

“Figured you never learned to drive. Thought maybe you’d like me to teach you, although you’ll have to go to Driver’s Ed to get a full licence,” explained Lindsey with a smile, sliding one hand up his side.

Angel didn’t bother to ask how Lindsey had obtained all the necessary details to have the permit printed for him; he assumed it was another perk of the mysterious firm. Instead, he asked what seemed like the most pertinent question to a just-turned seventeen year-old boy. “Which car are you gonna teach me in?” He held his breath.

“The Viper, of course,” grinned Lindsey with an eyebrow waggle. He laughed as the boy grabbed him and pulled him down on top of his body, hugging him gleefully and babbling something incoherent.

“Calm down, kid. You’re gonna have to be very careful and do exactly what I tell you; it’s a powerful machine and if you so much as put a dent in it, the result will be a slow, painful demise.” Spotting that Angel was paying absolutely no attention to his threat at all, grinning like a fool at his new license, he tried a new tactic. “I’m serious. One scratch and I will never let you come again.”

Angel did an exaggerated jaw drop. “Please, no! Anything but that!” he cried. “I’ll drive at ten miles an hour or less the whole time, I promise!”

Lindsey smiled and smacked him lightly on the thigh. “Come on. Breakfast time.”

“Wait! Aren’t you gonna let me show my gratitude for my present?” he asked, opening his legs invitingly until Lindsey slipped between them.

“It’s your birthday. You don’t have to repay me,” he replied sweetly, trying to stifle his smirk as Angel looked disappointed at his refusal to take a very large hint. He rocked his body very slightly so that the boy’s hard cock dragged a little against his belly.

“Okay…Well, how ‘bout you give me another present then?” grinned Angel hopefully, grinding back against him enthusiastically.

“Jesus, Angel. I’m an old man; I can’t keep up with you! You’re gonna kill me again.”

Angel scrunched up his face. “First off, what do you mean by “again”? And secondly, you’re not that old!”

Ignoring the first question, he huffed out a laugh and replied, “I’m older ‘n you think. However, it’s your lucky day because all your wriggling has made me hard and I’ve come up with a solution for your abundance of energy and my lack of it…”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You can ride me.”

“Not gonna fall asleep are you, old timer?”

“No, but if you’re not careful I might work up the enthusiasm to tan your ass while you bounce around on my dick,” he said with narrowed eyes, although he was clearly amused.

“Promise?” asked Angel, placing his permit almost reverently on the nightstand before holding tight to Lindsey and rolling them both over so that he was on top. The Texan let him.

It was another fantastic day for Angel, and he didn’t even consider the fact that he really should be heading home or contacting his friends to let them know that he was okay. He and Lindsey fucked, had a slap-up breakfast prepared by Maria, showered together and then went out of the city for Angel’s first driving lesson. As the man had expected, he was pretty good at handling the machine, although prone to being over-confident and reckless. Still, he mostly did as he was told and only required one threat of being sent home to bring him back into line.

They ate at a restaurant for a late lunch and then whiled away the afternoon on the beach and lazing around. When they’d been in the restaurant, their waitress had taken a very obvious liking to Lindsey and Angel had been unable to quench the bright, nasty flare of jealousy that had erupted when he’d turned his easy smile on her. Fortunately, the man had been nothing more than polite to her and had run his hand up Angel’s leg underneath the table, very effectively altering the focus of the fire.

He curled up contentedly in Lindsey’s bed late that evening while the Texan showered away yet another round of mind-meltingly hot sex. He knew that he should probably wash as well, but he loved the smell of Lindsey all over him; when he wasn’t in the bed, Angel would bury his face in his pillows to be surrounded by his uniquely masculine scent, which made him think of musk, whisky and strength. He wondered absently whether he’d ever been so happy. It worried him a little, particularly since he knew what Lindsey was capable of, but for all the caution his mind was urging him to exercise, his heart just wouldn’t listen.

When Lindsey emerged from the bathroom, naked and rubbing his towel over his hair, he walked over to the bed and absently ran a hand over Angel’s head. “Okay?”

The boy nodded, trying valiantly not to push into Lindsey’s touch like a cat or something. He watched him stroll back to the other room to throw his towel into the hamper before opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of black sweatpants.

Once he’d tugged them on, he announced that he was going to the kitchen to get himself a drink. “Want somethin’?”

Angel kneeled on the edge of the bed. “I want you,” he replied with a grin.

Raising an eyebrow, Lindsey stepped over and stood close to where he was kneeling, their chests almost touching and their eyes just about level. “You’re insatiable.”

“No. Well, maybe, but that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh yeah? And what did you mean?” he asked, lightly running the backs of his fingers down Angel’s arm.

He focussed on blue-grey eyes, still intense although they were softened by lamplight and what Angel hoped was growing affection. He didn’t really know how to tell Lindsey what he was feeling without sounding like a stupid kid with a crush. He was young, sure, but he’d had such a hard life that he considered himself more worldly than most people his age and he knew that it was ridiculous to feel strongly for the man. But he also knew that he did feel something deep, and he’d had so little to hold on to that he sure as hell wasn’t about to let go of this.

Angel reached forwards and slid one of his hands into Lindsey’s, running his fingertips lightly over pads that were curiously calloused, presumably from swords and guitar strings. “Thank you for today.”

“No worries,” he replied, tensing slightly. He wasn’t sure he could take it right now if this was headed in the direction that he thought it was. He’d enjoyed spending time with Angel for the last week or so, realising sadly that he hadn’t had such consistent company in nearly eighteen years, and he was getting increasingly agitated and confused about his dichotomous feelings towards the boy. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop touching him and it was getting more and more difficult to keep sight of whatever the hell his end goal was.

“Lindsey…” His hand tightened in the older man’s and he pulled him just a little closer until their bodies were ghosting against each other and they were sharing the same air. “It meant a lot to me…Today was the best birthday I ever had.” He noticed the man swallow with a solid thunk and decided to plough on before he could try to stop him saying what he wanted to. It wasn’t as if he wanted Lindsey to say anything back, and he certainly didn’t expect for a moment that he would, but he had to tell him what was on his mind. “Lindsey, I lo-”

He was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, and Lindsey whirled around wildly, surprise and wariness crossing his features.

Who the hell would be visiting him now, on a Saturday night? He never had uninvited visitors, apart from Lilah – and she didn’t bother ringing the bell. It could only be something bad and he immediately grabbed for the remote controller, flipping the TV channel to 47, which was hooked up to the security camera on his front porch.

Irritated that his declaration had been interrupted, a little on edge from the Texan’s over-the-top reaction, Angel turned to look at the image that popped up on the screen.

Before he could take a good look at the guy, his attention was diverted by a strangled cry from Lindsey. Amazed, his eyes flew to the other man and for the first time in his life he saw what true shock looked like.

Lindsey seemed as though he had been gut-punched. His eyes were almost impossibly wide, he seemed to be struggling for breath and his hand flew to his chest as if he had chronic pain there. For a moment, Angel thought that he would collapse, but then all of a sudden he dropped the remote and ran from the room at a full sprint.

Left in his own state of astonishment, Angel’s forehead creased and he looked back at the screen. The guy blatantly knew there was a camera there because he was staring straight at it. Piercing eyes, fair hair with black roots all tousled, dark clothes and an attitude that shone through even over fibre optic cable…

Angel remembered Lindsey’s words when he’d picked Freddie to fuck that time – and was it really only seven weeks ago…? “I think I’ll take the blond with the nice cheekbones – he reminds me of someone I once knew.”

He felt an inexplicable rush of hatred for the man on the screen and scowled darkly.

He had a bad feeling about this.

END CHAPTER TEN.

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