Burning Imprints 31 ~Touched~
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menomegirlBurning Imprints
An Angel/Lindsey story
Authors-Menomegirl & KiniP
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Joss Whedon, Me, etc, etc. As always, written for fun, not profit.
Rating: NC 17
Warning-Slash, language, masterbation.
Pairing-Lindsey/Angel
Characters-Lindsey, Angelus, Spike, Lorne, Wesley
Summary-Angelus seeks Lorne's advice, Lindsey dreams, and Spike helps Angelus out.
Author's notes:The song Angelus sings is "Silent Lucidity" by Queensryche. Lindsey written by Menomegirl. Angel written by KiniP.
Burning Imprints
Chapter 31
Touched
Spike listened to Wesley’s side of the conversation without much surprise and no shock at all. He’d been subjected to Buffy’s spectacular rant on the subject of Angel’s new position at Wolfram and Hart. Wasn’t much of a stretch that her watcher had an attitude about it, as well. He’d tried telling Wesley this, but the former watcher had dismissed the idea that Rupert Giles could be so closed-minded. Spike idly wondered how long it would be before the British version of name-calling occurred.
God, he hated research. The only reason he’s stuck it out this long was because it was for Lindsey’s sake, and Spike didn’t want to even think about why he even cared that much about someone he’d only known a short amount of time. But they were getting nowhere, fast......and Spike was beginning to believe only a miracle would prevent the boy from losing his soul. It was just the way things were, the way they were meant to be, and it looked like nothing they could come up with was going to help.
Maybe, if they had more time.....but, Spike thought time was growing short. Damn short. The icky, creepy feeling attempted to invade him again, but he ignored it, just like he’d been doing all evening. He didn’t need this shit now, none of them did. You shouldn’t be surprised. After all, when it rains, it pours.
He drummed his fingers impatiently on the arm of the chair, and....sure enough, another random thought flittered through his mind. Just when you think you know what’s going to be, life comes along and bites you in the ass, don’t you know that by now? "Oh, yeah, that’s very original," he muttered.
He waited, watching Wesley talk. You deserve a break today, so get up and get away..... He ran his fingers through his short, colorless hair, trying to squeeze the thoughts away. "Oh, bloody hell," he growled softly. "I don’t need this shit now." The answer is in plain view. If you had your eyes wide open, you’d see it.
Spike almost jumped out of the chair when his cell phone rang. "Oh, thank you, Angel," he said, getting up and moving a little distance away from Wesley and the argument. He flipped open the phone, put it to his ear, and said, "About fucking time you called, ya big poof!"
"Nice to hear your voice, too, Will. Sorry it took me so long. I’ve been a little……detained."
All the spit dried up in Spike’s mouth at the sound of that voice in his ear. He hadn’t heard that voice in ages. A tiny frisson of fear skittered down his spine and Spike found himself straightening his posture in deference to it. "Angelus?" he whispered.
"Yeah, Will, I’m back," Angelus said, a soft growl in his voice.
Spike closed his eyes and let that purr envelope him. He could feel the blood in his veins speeding up, moving faster, as if sensing that changes were coming and becoming excited about it. Then a vision of Lindsey flashed behind his eyelids and those eyelids snapped back open. "Where are you? Are you with Lindsey? Is he still alive? What are--"
"Will!"
Spike shut up. He could hear the amusement in Angelus’ voice and relaxed, letting loose the breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding.
Angelus chuckled at the sound of that breath being exhaled. "Lindsey’s fine, although he’s going to need something to eat and maybe some juice when he wakes up. Think you can help me with that?"
"Love to." Anything to get me away from here and all this useless prattle. "Anything in particular you want?" Spike said.
"You can decide. Just make sure there’s lots of it. Maybe some fresh fruit and orange juice. Anything high in iron, too," Angelus said. "Lindsey’s going to need it when he wakes up, because I’m not finished with him yet."
"You drank from him? Holy hell, Angel’s gonna have a bloody shit-fit…………Hey! How the fuck did you get loose for so long? Is the big poof gone for good?" Spike asked, mortified at himself for not thinking about that until just now, even though he’d seen Angelus briefly earlier in the day.
Angelus didn’t answer for a full minute, but when he did, his voice was all silk. "Funny how long it took you to ask that. Your first thoughts were of Lindsey, Will. That’s really very, very interesting. We’ll have to discuss that later. But Lindsey’s going to wake soon, and I want someone to be here when he does, so could you maybe step on it?"
Spike headed out the door. "What? Angel didn’t have a problem leaving Lindsey alone......and.....where are you going? Does anybody else know about……you?"
"Yeah, but Angel’s pretty fucking stupid, isn’t he, Will? I mean, what kind of moron fighting the good fight, blah, blah, blah....signs up with Evil, Incorporated? No matter the reason, it was the most idiotic thing he’s ever done.....well, other than screwing a slayer. But then again, who hasn’t done a slayer, that’s what I’d really fucking like to know," Angelus chuckled. "And....no. No one knows, but you and Lindsey. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, that’s why I need to leave. I need to find out."
Oh, Christ! Angel understands about Buffy, but you know Angelus doesn’t. And the bastard’s gonna rub it in for all he’s worth. Bloody hell! Spike sighed. "Leave the door unlocked and I’ll be there shortly."
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Lorne was at his desk, going through contract negations when the door to his office opened. He glanced up, looked back at the contracts, then froze, jerking his head back up at the sight in front of him. He swallowed in reflex to the sudden dryness in his mouth, as his unexpected guest smoothly sat down in the chair opposite him, hooking one leather-clad leg over the armrest in an arrogant manner, crossing his arms, and just looked at Lorne, waiting for a response of some sort. But at this moment, Lorne had nothing....at least, nothing he was sure wouldn’t get him killed in an excruciatingly painful manner.
Angelus grinned. "What’s the matter, Lorne? You’re looking a little green. Didn’t expect to see me again, did you?"
That silenced the need for discretion in Lorne. Figuring, if he was going to die regardless, he might as well speak his piece, Lorne bitingly said, "Where the hell is Lindsey? What did you do to him, you sadistic bastard?"
Angelus merely raised an eyebrow. "Again with the Lindsey. You know, for such an evil fucking lawyer, he sure does garner a lot of loyalty from Angel’s so-called friends. Makes me wonder about you guys, it really does."
"That’s not an answer," Lorne gritted out.
"Lindsey’s fine, don’t get your panties in a bunch, sweet thing," Angelus said, smiling at the look of relief crossing Lorne’s features. "A little worn out, but he’ll be fine. And I’d watch who you called a sadist, where I you. Lindsey’s not quite the innocent you seem to want to believe he is, Lorne. These aren’t mosquito bites on my neck, are they? Lindsey put them there, and he got off doing it, too. Your view of him is a little....off, isn’t it?"
Lorne relaxed, just a smidgen, when he realized what he was seeing in Angelus’ eyes. He still had the soul in him. "My view of a lot of things has been off, recently," Lorne replied. "But...you know all about that, don’t you, Angelus? It was my false reading that allowed you to nearly kill us all last year. As for Sweet Pea, he’s a hard one to read. He’s always been so....ambiguous. Years ago, he’d come around to my club, sing, and I’d see nothing but hate for Angel, and a deep desire for his death in the boy. Then, a week or so later, he’d come around again, and he’d be all about wanting to fuck Angel into the next millennium. That is, until his hand got wacked off. Lindsey just couldn’t bring himself to sing after that." Lorne paused, then said, "You know, I always wondered---"
Angelus growled. "I didn’t fucking do that! That self-righteous asshole Angel did! I wouldn’t hurt Lindsey like that for a million--" He stopped at the look of supreme satisfaction that settled on Lorne’s face. "Oh, now that was just plain evil. Hmm...I think I like you." He chuckled once more, then frowned. "I don’t know what you think you just saw, but I don’t want to hear you say it, is that clear, Lorne? I’ll kill you in ways they haven’t invented yet. I’ll let Angel back out and let him sing Manilow for you until you go crazy from the horror of it. I’ll skin you alive and wear your epidermis for a jacket, I’ll---"
"Rip my heart out of my butt and eat it for supper? Sing me that one again sometime, cause I’m not buying it this time." Lorne said. "Why aren’t you out trying to kill everyone in the building, huh, Angelus? I can see you still have a soul, but having a soul doesn’t stop you from doing or being evil. You came out, played around with Lindsey and......then what? You came running to me for an answer? Doesn’t that tell you something, or are you as dense as we all know Angel can be?"
Angelus narrowed his eyes at Lorne. "I’m warning you. One. Last. Time. Don’t fucking say it."
Lorne smiled. "I don’t have to. It’s as plain to me as those gorgeous leather pants you’re wearing, which by the way, look damn fine on you. I kind of missed seeing that style, you wear it so well."
Angelus just looked at Lorne, then glanced down. He sighed for effect. "All this other....bullshit.....aside, can you read me? Lindsey still doesn’t believe. I tried to make him understand, but he just.....can’t. Or he just won’t. Things just feel strange to me, Lorne."
Lorne shook his head at the foolishness of Angel’s demon. "I’ll read you, but Lindsey doesn’t believe, because he’s right, as far as he himself is concerned, in relation to you. And you know it, you’re just too stone-headed to admit it. He can sense it inside of himself, and all the evil you’ve done doesn’t matter to him, does it? You met him, Angelus, and with one look, you knew, isn’t that right? You didn’t have to go through all the soul-searching that Spike did. The soul was already there, wasn’t it? You’re clinging to it like you’re drowning. You both claimed Lindsey, you both mated him, and if you’d stop denying it to yourself, you’d be better off, but......I can see I’m talking to a damn brick wall here, so......go ahead. Sing. Anything but Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. I don’t want to ever hear that shit again."
Angelus glared at Lorne and softly begins to sing, gaining volume with each word:
"Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your headYour mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?
There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension
I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in silent lucidity"
Lorne closed his eyes, and lets the barrage of Angelus’ musical stylings wash over him, and he began to see images, fast moving, fragmented, heartbreaking, and not quite enough to know everything.....like every reading he’d done since last year. But he got enough to know one thing loud and clear~time was of the essence for Angelus to come to believe. And he could relieve at least one of the vampire’s worries. He opened his eyes when Angelus’ voice drifted away to silence.
The combination of sorrow and hope within Lorne’s gaze stunned Angelus. He was struck speechless. Lorne looked earnestly at him and said, "You shouldn’t be wasting time with me, Angelus. Lindsey’s time is soon, and you know it. You sense it. You’re worried about something that was set in motion a long time ago. Nothing can stop it now......but I can offer you some hope. His soul isn’t an issue here, and neither is yours. I can’t explain it.....but it’s true. Now, go back to Lindsey, Angelus. Welcome him to the family, the way you’re supposed to, in a way he’ll always remember. He may need the comfort of family one day, and both you and Angel know it. You need to build a bond within the line of Aureilus so strong, nothing can break it. It’s more important than I can say that you do this. Lindsey is already one of you, he just needs to know it, to know what being mated to you truly means, within the family. He may have seen glimpses of that today. He’ll only be as strong as you give him the freedom to be, Angelus."
Angelus frowned. "But.......Lorne, Angel won’t like that."
"Since when do you give a damn about what Angel likes?" Lorne said.
Angelus snorted. "I don’t, not really. But.....it’s Lindsey we’re talking about here, Lorne."
Lorne said, "Why do you think Angel checked out, Angelus? Because he got a sudden happy, after all he’s shared with Lindsey? Oh, please...spare me! He did it because he knew his jealousy would get in the way of what he knew has to be done. He left you in charge to see it was done right. Isn’t that so?"
Angelus remembered Angel’s last thought before he’d drifted away. Please....don’t turn Lindsey He raised his eyes to look directly at Lorne. "Maybe.....yeah, maybe he did. But still....I can’t.....I mean, Lindsey doesn’t want--"
Lorne smirked and shook his head. "Trust me, Angelus. Lindsey wants....and what’s more, his instincts won’t fail him. Everything will work out, you’ll see." He grinned as Angelus stood a little uncertainly, and turned for the door. "Oh, by the way, Lindsey was right. You don’t know what you’re missing. You’ll love it. Unless...Angelus, you’re not afraid, are you?" The grin got wider as Angelus snorted and left before Lorne could clarify that remark. Lorne sat there for awhile, mulling over all he’d seen in reading the vampire, understanding some things now that he hadn’t before, but left quite confused by others. He finally left to seek out the one person who could-hopefully-scare up a few answers for him.
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The screams, whimpers, and the begging from the dying had quieted to a dull roar, and despite the pity for his colleagues that Lindsey couldn’t help but feel, there was also a detachment that allowed him to view the bloodbath with an open mind. He’d felt this same detachment in Holland’s office, waiting for the bullet that would end his life. In some way, he thought Angel had, in part, locked him in with Drusilla and Darla to show him what horrors they...all of them....were capable of.
He was startled out of his reverie by Darla, who turned to him, dropping her latest victim like so much refuse, and walked toward him. Lindsey had thought her beautiful when she was human, but now he found Darla even more alluring. She was wild and free, strong and confident, as sleek and as sensuous as a cat. As she drew near him, Lindsey smirked as he recalled Holland earlier tonight informing him he needed to have healthy attachments. In this fantasy world of monsters, both demon and human, Lindsey had to laugh at the presumption that he’d ever want anything approaching normal, not knowing what he was.
Darla stopped in front of him, gazing at him with her yellow-tinged eyes, the little demon features marring the classic beauty of her face, but not detracting from it, rather the inhumanity enhanced that beauty. "Still not afraid, are you, Lindsey?"
He smiled gently at her. "No, I’m not."
Darla pushed aside the shirt, to expose the skin of his neck. "Mmm...I wish I could be there to see the look on his face when he finds out I killed you," she said, then slid her fangs in.
Lindsey only saw a flash of red, then felt a burning sensation as Darla was torn away from him, leaving small gouges where the fangs dragged against his flesh. He saw Darla flung across the room, as Drusilla stood between them. "You keep away from my brother," she said.
Darla barely managed to remain standing upright. She threw an annoyed look at her grandchilde, and said bitingly, "Have you gone mad?" Then she laughed cruelly at her choice of words. "Oh-wait. I almost forgot. You are mad! Why else would you put yourself between me and something I want? Get the fuck out of my way, Dru. He’s mine."
Drusilla shuddered at Darla’s tone, but she didn’t move. Lindsey placed his hands on Dru’s shoulders, gently kneading them to soothe her, something he’d learned calmed her down while she’d been his houseguest. "It’s okay, Drusilla. I’m not afraid of dying."
"No, it’s not okay, brother," Drusilla whispered. "And with your law firm, there’s worse things than dying. It’s not your time, and not at her hand. The stars told me so."
Darla growled. "You aren’t seriously thinking of defying me, are you, Dru?" She laughed again at the absurdity of that thought, then strode back up to them, hand poised to push the other vampire aside, only to be stunned when she was knocked back again, and this time she did land on her ass. She looked up in astonishment to see Drusilla standing in a defensive stance, a piece of broken wood in her hand.
Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, but Drusilla raised her chin in a defiant gesture. "I’m so sorry, grandmum. But if you come near him again, I’ll send you to hell. I made you, and I’ll destroy you if I have to. He belongs to Daddy, and you know it." She ignored Lindsey’s snort from behind her, and pointed to Lilah, who was cowering in a corner. "Go play with the pretty lawyer. She’s much better fun, anyway."
Darla glared at Dru, clearly wanting to tear her apart, but rules were rules, and Dru was right. Darla owed her. She slowly stood up, then she hissed, "You’ll pay for this later, Drusilla."
Dru held her gaze, and didn’t back down. "I’d expect nothing less, grandmum," she replied.
With one last, longing look at Lindsey, Darla walked toward Lilah, who began whimpering pitifully. Drusilla turned to face Lindsey, who didn’t know whether to be grateful or pissed off. "Drusilla, I don’t belong to--"
She cut him off by placing one finger against his lips. "Shh, brother. The stars sang me a story about pretty boys playing in the night and they told me a secret. Wanna hear it?"
Lindsey frowned, then decided to play along, because what else could he do? "Okay, tell me your secret," he said in a seductive manner, whispering like it was some great thing, which it seemed to him as if Drusilla thought it was.
She giggled like a little girl with her best friend. "You’re going to set me free from the prison I live in. And your faith will be my salvation, brother." She giggled again, smiled very sweetly at him, and that was all Lindsey knew, because she delivered a swift uppercut to his jaw, knocking him out cold.
Lindsey jerked, struggling in the bed clothes, until he became aware that he’d been dreaming. Again. Except...that particular dream was more along the lines of total recall. It had been a few months since he’d had this recurring dream.....nightmare......flashback.....whatever the hell it was. Actually, the last time he’d had it had been shortly before he’d called Angel from Oklahoma. But before that, he’d dreamed about that horrible night sporadically, right up until he’d went to Father Michael, after he’d been absolved of his sins, and had his tattoo blessed. Then the dreams had started, this one among them, and he’d thought the dream a part of the weirdness happening at the time. But.....Lindsey wondered why he’d have it again....now,.....after he’d accepted the inevitable truth that he did belong at Angel’s side, after they’d acted on it, and were now bound forever.
Aside from that, there was also his strange connection with Drusilla herself. Everyone who knew him back then had been aware of his desire for Darla. He now thought everyone may have also been aware of his fascination with Angel, too. Hell, since he was alone, he could admit to himself that, um......yeah, little Lindsey wanted to get to know Spike, as well. And he’d NEVER had any sexual thoughts about Drusilla. In fact, the mere thought of that was repugnant to Lindsey, it felt like the worst sort of sacrilege, and he wasn’t sure why, but he knew without doubt she’d felt the same about him, and that was a world of strange for a creature as carnal as Drusilla was.
Yet, from the second they’d met, when she had looked into his eyes, and called him brother, he’d known Drusilla wouldn’t harm him. Holland and Lilah had been absolutely horrified when Lindsey had instinctively invited the vampire to stay with him, even more so when Drusilla had happily agreed, linked her arm in his, and began merrily prattling on like she’d known him all her life.
Lindsey now realized that Drusilla had treated him like an equal, not someone to be used as a pawn. She hadn’t looked down on him or played with his emotions or acted like he was a second class citizen or someone who had had a chance at redemption and fucked it all up......she’d looked at him without judgement, and accepted him for what he was. And he’d respected that and responded to it, because no one had ever done that before. Drusilla hadn’t smelled him up, or made any advances toward him, whatsoever. And yeah, he’d been quite aware of her vampiric nature, but he hadn’t been bothered by it, despite the fact that just knowing what Angel was, and what Darla had been, turned him on ten ways till Sunday, even though he wouldn’t admit to that little kink back then. It was the first time he’d relied solely on instinct alone and, in the end, Drusilla had saved his life.
He let himself relax slightly, as his thoughts drifted away from the dream. He wondered where Angel was, and if he’d ever get to actually wake up in his lover’s arms. Lindsey wanted to do that, very much so. It must be nice to wake up in the arms of someone you loved, he thought. That was something he’d never done before, and in this land mine of firsts, it’s one thing among so many things he wanted to know.
He sighed and sat up, and was assailed by a wave of dizziness. Uh. Note to self: Don’t forget to eat. He realized he wasn’t sticky in places he should have been, which meant Angel had cleaned him up while he was asleep, and Lindsey was slightly annoyed by the lack of personal privacy the vampire showed when it came to such matters. Then he recalled those last moments before sleep had claimed him, and felt the sensations all over again. Oh. Blood loss, too, then. Wonder how much he took? And then he was curious what the bite mark looked like, because he hadn’t examined it yet.
He raised the sheet, slipping his hand down to adjust himself to see, and was awed by the tiny punctures, which were still slightly weeping blood. Curious, he slid his thumb over them, and he felt the touch all over his body, but mostly in his cock, which got full and heavy in his hand. Smiling, he did it again, and was thrilled at the wave of fire that went through him. His balls were a little tender from the several times he’d come already, but Lindsey thought Why the hell not? and he started softly rubbing the mark, not really jerking off, just....stroking the mark....enjoying the sensual feeling it gave him, to touch himself so intimately where Angel...Angelus....had claimed him. He closed his eyes and softly moaned.
And Lindsey was startled when he heard Spike’s voice from the vicinity of the doorway. "Here I was worried you’d be all knackered, and what do I find? A nummy, sexy Southern boy playing naughty, looking like sin itself. Need any help with that, Gingersnap?"
Lindsey smirked, not even opening his eyes. "Umm...you wish," he said, his voice all honey. "What are you doing here, Spike?"
"Angelus asked me to bring you something to eat," Spike answered, letting his eyes take in the sight in that bed. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing the vampire had ever seen. And........just what the hell was the boy doing?? He wasn’t jerking off, as Spike had first assumed, but he clearly wasn’t just holding himself, either. His cock was very hard, the expression on Lindsey’s face was full of want and need, and damn it, Spike could smell his arousal from where he stood. That being just a little more than he could take, Spike said, "Would you please stop doing that.......Bloody hell, just what the fuck are you doing, anyway?"
Lindsey sighed, opened his sleepy eyes, and grinned at Spike. He said, "Touching myself. What does it look like from over there, Spike?"
Spike was amused by Lindsey’s flirtatiously seductive manner. He cocked his head to the side, grinned and replied, "Not quite like you’re wanking off, pet."
"Mmm....that’s because I’m not," Lindsey said in a teasing tone. His grin got wider as he got a wicked idea. "Did you say you brought me food?"
"Uh...yeah huh," Spike said, nearly speechless at the sight of that unholy looking grin.
"Bless you, Spike," Lindsey said, then he slowly moved his hand on himself, watching Spike watch him. The grin got really wicked as his hand came out from under the sheet, and he slowly licked his fingers clean of the combination of the traces of blood and pre-come that glistened on them, whispering, "I’m so hungry, I could eat myself."
"Holy fuck," Spike muttered, and he hoped like hell Angelus would kill him as quick as possible, because there was no fucking way to hide his own arousal or the smell of it from his grandsire. But, holy fucking hell.....that was the single most blatant display of sexuality Spike had ever seen.
Lindsey laughed out loud as he turned back the sheets, stood up, and nonchalantly walked into the bathroom, leaving Spike standing there, mouth open in shock at the boy’s apparent unconcern over his own nudity. And, dammit, he’d seen Lindsey blush today. No, it was more than that. He’d seen the boy look at Angel and blush from desire alone. The boy was a confusing enigma, that was for damn sure.
Spike turned around and walked into the living room, suddenly glad it was Angel to whom Lindsey was mated with. While he quite fancied the idea of slow sweet sex with the boy, he didn’t want to try and unravel all the mysteries behind those dead sexy blue eyes, or that wicked sweet smile of his. Spike had had enough of that sort of thing to last several lifetimes. He still longed for Drusilla, with all her interminable eccentricities. He was tired of being Love’s bitch, and although if the opportunity presented itself, he would shag the boy, Spike decided no way in hell would he fall in love with him. That was Angel’s arena. As far as Spike was concerned, his grandsire was welcome to it.
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Lindsey walked out of the bedroom, dressed in nothing more than a pair of threadbare jeans, so worn in, they were nearly white. Spike handed him a bottle of orange juice, taking note of the bite marks on either side of his neck. The claim mark was closed, but the other one was still partially open, which told him that Angelus was the one who’d made it. He hadn’t taken the time to lick it closed. And judging from what he’d seen on his hand when Lindsey had licked it clean, that meant Lindsey had been bitten three times in a very short span of time. Spike thought it was a wonder the boy was still standing, yet he had heard him tell Angelus if he wanted to suck neck, to suck his. The boy had obviously been serious.
Lindsey opened the bottle and downed half the contents in one swallow. It was very cold, sweet, and made him realize how hungry he was. He noticed Spike staring at his neck, looking over his body. Frowning at the bruises high on his hips where Angel’s....Angelus’ fingers had dug into him. "Why are you looking at me that way?"
"He didn’t....force you, did he, Gingersnap?" Spike asked.
A blush crept up Lindsey’s neck, until his face was a very pretty shade of pink. "No, Angel didn’t force me," he replied. "I’m fine, Spike. A little dizzy, but fine. I’ll be okay."
Spike looked at him, watched Lindsey finish the juice, then said, "You do realize that’s not Angel, don’t you?"
Lindsey shrugged. "Whatever. It’s all the same to me. Did you think I’d deny him, because he suddenly decided to let his demon come out? Yeah, I was startled, but it’s still Angel. Why don’t you get that?"
Spike was so exasperated, he blurted out, "Why the hell can’t you see the bloody difference?"
Lindsey sighed. "Okay, look, I’m really hungry, Spike. Why don’t we sit down, so I can eat and I’ll try to explain it to you."
"Yeah, okay," Spike said, then turned to go into the kitchen area, where he’d set everything out on the table.
Lindsey gasped when he saw what Spike had brought him. His gaze took it all in, the barbecued ribs, the dirty rice, the beer, the watermelon, the strawberries, the little bottle of honey, and a creepy feeling ran down his spine, because these were his favorite foods, and there was no way in hell Spike could have known that. He knew that what he was looking at was his last meal as a human. He shivered as the thought You’re a dead man walking, but you know that now, right? Time is short, Lindsey. filtered through his mind. And he turned his glance toward the window, puzzlement written on his features.
Spike noticed what he was doing, the look on his face. "What’s wrong, Lindsey? Did Angel go outside or something?"
Lindsey shook his head. "No....Angel’s still in the building. I can feel him. I just..." he paused, then shook his head again. "It’s nothing, I guess. I just got creeped out, man. How did you know these are my favorite foods?"
Spike shrugged. "I didn’t know they were, really. I just.....didn’t even think about it. I just bought this stuff. Is that okay or did you want pizza or something....I mean, we can order out, if you don’t wanna eat this, if it bothers you."
Again, Lindsey shook his head no, and said, "Nah. This is fine. Better than fine, it’s wonderful. Thank you, Spike." He pulled a chair out, sat down, and looked back up at the vampire. "I hope to hell you don’t think I can eat all this by myself. Didn’t Angel say you eat food? C’mon, man. Help me out with all this, and I’ll tell you about a self-righteous asshole who changed my life, how about it?"
Spike smiled, reached for a beer, and sat down in another chair. "Sounds like a plan to me."
~TBC~
An Angel/Lindsey story
Authors-Menomegirl & KiniP
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Joss Whedon, Me, etc, etc. As always, written for fun, not profit.
Rating: NC 17
Warning-Slash, language, masterbation.
Pairing-Lindsey/Angel
Characters-Lindsey, Angelus, Spike, Lorne, Wesley
Summary-Angelus seeks Lorne's advice, Lindsey dreams, and Spike helps Angelus out.
Author's notes:The song Angelus sings is "Silent Lucidity" by Queensryche. Lindsey written by Menomegirl. Angel written by KiniP.
Burning Imprints
Chapter 31
Touched
Spike listened to Wesley’s side of the conversation without much surprise and no shock at all. He’d been subjected to Buffy’s spectacular rant on the subject of Angel’s new position at Wolfram and Hart. Wasn’t much of a stretch that her watcher had an attitude about it, as well. He’d tried telling Wesley this, but the former watcher had dismissed the idea that Rupert Giles could be so closed-minded. Spike idly wondered how long it would be before the British version of name-calling occurred.
God, he hated research. The only reason he’s stuck it out this long was because it was for Lindsey’s sake, and Spike didn’t want to even think about why he even cared that much about someone he’d only known a short amount of time. But they were getting nowhere, fast......and Spike was beginning to believe only a miracle would prevent the boy from losing his soul. It was just the way things were, the way they were meant to be, and it looked like nothing they could come up with was going to help.
Maybe, if they had more time.....but, Spike thought time was growing short. Damn short. The icky, creepy feeling attempted to invade him again, but he ignored it, just like he’d been doing all evening. He didn’t need this shit now, none of them did. You shouldn’t be surprised. After all, when it rains, it pours.
He drummed his fingers impatiently on the arm of the chair, and....sure enough, another random thought flittered through his mind. Just when you think you know what’s going to be, life comes along and bites you in the ass, don’t you know that by now? "Oh, yeah, that’s very original," he muttered.
He waited, watching Wesley talk. You deserve a break today, so get up and get away..... He ran his fingers through his short, colorless hair, trying to squeeze the thoughts away. "Oh, bloody hell," he growled softly. "I don’t need this shit now." The answer is in plain view. If you had your eyes wide open, you’d see it.
Spike almost jumped out of the chair when his cell phone rang. "Oh, thank you, Angel," he said, getting up and moving a little distance away from Wesley and the argument. He flipped open the phone, put it to his ear, and said, "About fucking time you called, ya big poof!"
"Nice to hear your voice, too, Will. Sorry it took me so long. I’ve been a little……detained."
All the spit dried up in Spike’s mouth at the sound of that voice in his ear. He hadn’t heard that voice in ages. A tiny frisson of fear skittered down his spine and Spike found himself straightening his posture in deference to it. "Angelus?" he whispered.
"Yeah, Will, I’m back," Angelus said, a soft growl in his voice.
Spike closed his eyes and let that purr envelope him. He could feel the blood in his veins speeding up, moving faster, as if sensing that changes were coming and becoming excited about it. Then a vision of Lindsey flashed behind his eyelids and those eyelids snapped back open. "Where are you? Are you with Lindsey? Is he still alive? What are--"
"Will!"
Spike shut up. He could hear the amusement in Angelus’ voice and relaxed, letting loose the breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding.
Angelus chuckled at the sound of that breath being exhaled. "Lindsey’s fine, although he’s going to need something to eat and maybe some juice when he wakes up. Think you can help me with that?"
"Love to." Anything to get me away from here and all this useless prattle. "Anything in particular you want?" Spike said.
"You can decide. Just make sure there’s lots of it. Maybe some fresh fruit and orange juice. Anything high in iron, too," Angelus said. "Lindsey’s going to need it when he wakes up, because I’m not finished with him yet."
"You drank from him? Holy hell, Angel’s gonna have a bloody shit-fit…………Hey! How the fuck did you get loose for so long? Is the big poof gone for good?" Spike asked, mortified at himself for not thinking about that until just now, even though he’d seen Angelus briefly earlier in the day.
Angelus didn’t answer for a full minute, but when he did, his voice was all silk. "Funny how long it took you to ask that. Your first thoughts were of Lindsey, Will. That’s really very, very interesting. We’ll have to discuss that later. But Lindsey’s going to wake soon, and I want someone to be here when he does, so could you maybe step on it?"
Spike headed out the door. "What? Angel didn’t have a problem leaving Lindsey alone......and.....where are you going? Does anybody else know about……you?"
"Yeah, but Angel’s pretty fucking stupid, isn’t he, Will? I mean, what kind of moron fighting the good fight, blah, blah, blah....signs up with Evil, Incorporated? No matter the reason, it was the most idiotic thing he’s ever done.....well, other than screwing a slayer. But then again, who hasn’t done a slayer, that’s what I’d really fucking like to know," Angelus chuckled. "And....no. No one knows, but you and Lindsey. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, that’s why I need to leave. I need to find out."
Oh, Christ! Angel understands about Buffy, but you know Angelus doesn’t. And the bastard’s gonna rub it in for all he’s worth. Bloody hell! Spike sighed. "Leave the door unlocked and I’ll be there shortly."
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Lorne was at his desk, going through contract negations when the door to his office opened. He glanced up, looked back at the contracts, then froze, jerking his head back up at the sight in front of him. He swallowed in reflex to the sudden dryness in his mouth, as his unexpected guest smoothly sat down in the chair opposite him, hooking one leather-clad leg over the armrest in an arrogant manner, crossing his arms, and just looked at Lorne, waiting for a response of some sort. But at this moment, Lorne had nothing....at least, nothing he was sure wouldn’t get him killed in an excruciatingly painful manner.
Angelus grinned. "What’s the matter, Lorne? You’re looking a little green. Didn’t expect to see me again, did you?"
That silenced the need for discretion in Lorne. Figuring, if he was going to die regardless, he might as well speak his piece, Lorne bitingly said, "Where the hell is Lindsey? What did you do to him, you sadistic bastard?"
Angelus merely raised an eyebrow. "Again with the Lindsey. You know, for such an evil fucking lawyer, he sure does garner a lot of loyalty from Angel’s so-called friends. Makes me wonder about you guys, it really does."
"That’s not an answer," Lorne gritted out.
"Lindsey’s fine, don’t get your panties in a bunch, sweet thing," Angelus said, smiling at the look of relief crossing Lorne’s features. "A little worn out, but he’ll be fine. And I’d watch who you called a sadist, where I you. Lindsey’s not quite the innocent you seem to want to believe he is, Lorne. These aren’t mosquito bites on my neck, are they? Lindsey put them there, and he got off doing it, too. Your view of him is a little....off, isn’t it?"
Lorne relaxed, just a smidgen, when he realized what he was seeing in Angelus’ eyes. He still had the soul in him. "My view of a lot of things has been off, recently," Lorne replied. "But...you know all about that, don’t you, Angelus? It was my false reading that allowed you to nearly kill us all last year. As for Sweet Pea, he’s a hard one to read. He’s always been so....ambiguous. Years ago, he’d come around to my club, sing, and I’d see nothing but hate for Angel, and a deep desire for his death in the boy. Then, a week or so later, he’d come around again, and he’d be all about wanting to fuck Angel into the next millennium. That is, until his hand got wacked off. Lindsey just couldn’t bring himself to sing after that." Lorne paused, then said, "You know, I always wondered---"
Angelus growled. "I didn’t fucking do that! That self-righteous asshole Angel did! I wouldn’t hurt Lindsey like that for a million--" He stopped at the look of supreme satisfaction that settled on Lorne’s face. "Oh, now that was just plain evil. Hmm...I think I like you." He chuckled once more, then frowned. "I don’t know what you think you just saw, but I don’t want to hear you say it, is that clear, Lorne? I’ll kill you in ways they haven’t invented yet. I’ll let Angel back out and let him sing Manilow for you until you go crazy from the horror of it. I’ll skin you alive and wear your epidermis for a jacket, I’ll---"
"Rip my heart out of my butt and eat it for supper? Sing me that one again sometime, cause I’m not buying it this time." Lorne said. "Why aren’t you out trying to kill everyone in the building, huh, Angelus? I can see you still have a soul, but having a soul doesn’t stop you from doing or being evil. You came out, played around with Lindsey and......then what? You came running to me for an answer? Doesn’t that tell you something, or are you as dense as we all know Angel can be?"
Angelus narrowed his eyes at Lorne. "I’m warning you. One. Last. Time. Don’t fucking say it."
Lorne smiled. "I don’t have to. It’s as plain to me as those gorgeous leather pants you’re wearing, which by the way, look damn fine on you. I kind of missed seeing that style, you wear it so well."
Angelus just looked at Lorne, then glanced down. He sighed for effect. "All this other....bullshit.....aside, can you read me? Lindsey still doesn’t believe. I tried to make him understand, but he just.....can’t. Or he just won’t. Things just feel strange to me, Lorne."
Lorne shook his head at the foolishness of Angel’s demon. "I’ll read you, but Lindsey doesn’t believe, because he’s right, as far as he himself is concerned, in relation to you. And you know it, you’re just too stone-headed to admit it. He can sense it inside of himself, and all the evil you’ve done doesn’t matter to him, does it? You met him, Angelus, and with one look, you knew, isn’t that right? You didn’t have to go through all the soul-searching that Spike did. The soul was already there, wasn’t it? You’re clinging to it like you’re drowning. You both claimed Lindsey, you both mated him, and if you’d stop denying it to yourself, you’d be better off, but......I can see I’m talking to a damn brick wall here, so......go ahead. Sing. Anything but Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. I don’t want to ever hear that shit again."
Angelus glared at Lorne and softly begins to sing, gaining volume with each word:
"Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your headYour mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?
There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension
I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in silent lucidity"
Lorne closed his eyes, and lets the barrage of Angelus’ musical stylings wash over him, and he began to see images, fast moving, fragmented, heartbreaking, and not quite enough to know everything.....like every reading he’d done since last year. But he got enough to know one thing loud and clear~time was of the essence for Angelus to come to believe. And he could relieve at least one of the vampire’s worries. He opened his eyes when Angelus’ voice drifted away to silence.
The combination of sorrow and hope within Lorne’s gaze stunned Angelus. He was struck speechless. Lorne looked earnestly at him and said, "You shouldn’t be wasting time with me, Angelus. Lindsey’s time is soon, and you know it. You sense it. You’re worried about something that was set in motion a long time ago. Nothing can stop it now......but I can offer you some hope. His soul isn’t an issue here, and neither is yours. I can’t explain it.....but it’s true. Now, go back to Lindsey, Angelus. Welcome him to the family, the way you’re supposed to, in a way he’ll always remember. He may need the comfort of family one day, and both you and Angel know it. You need to build a bond within the line of Aureilus so strong, nothing can break it. It’s more important than I can say that you do this. Lindsey is already one of you, he just needs to know it, to know what being mated to you truly means, within the family. He may have seen glimpses of that today. He’ll only be as strong as you give him the freedom to be, Angelus."
Angelus frowned. "But.......Lorne, Angel won’t like that."
"Since when do you give a damn about what Angel likes?" Lorne said.
Angelus snorted. "I don’t, not really. But.....it’s Lindsey we’re talking about here, Lorne."
Lorne said, "Why do you think Angel checked out, Angelus? Because he got a sudden happy, after all he’s shared with Lindsey? Oh, please...spare me! He did it because he knew his jealousy would get in the way of what he knew has to be done. He left you in charge to see it was done right. Isn’t that so?"
Angelus remembered Angel’s last thought before he’d drifted away. Please....don’t turn Lindsey He raised his eyes to look directly at Lorne. "Maybe.....yeah, maybe he did. But still....I can’t.....I mean, Lindsey doesn’t want--"
Lorne smirked and shook his head. "Trust me, Angelus. Lindsey wants....and what’s more, his instincts won’t fail him. Everything will work out, you’ll see." He grinned as Angelus stood a little uncertainly, and turned for the door. "Oh, by the way, Lindsey was right. You don’t know what you’re missing. You’ll love it. Unless...Angelus, you’re not afraid, are you?" The grin got wider as Angelus snorted and left before Lorne could clarify that remark. Lorne sat there for awhile, mulling over all he’d seen in reading the vampire, understanding some things now that he hadn’t before, but left quite confused by others. He finally left to seek out the one person who could-hopefully-scare up a few answers for him.
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The screams, whimpers, and the begging from the dying had quieted to a dull roar, and despite the pity for his colleagues that Lindsey couldn’t help but feel, there was also a detachment that allowed him to view the bloodbath with an open mind. He’d felt this same detachment in Holland’s office, waiting for the bullet that would end his life. In some way, he thought Angel had, in part, locked him in with Drusilla and Darla to show him what horrors they...all of them....were capable of.
He was startled out of his reverie by Darla, who turned to him, dropping her latest victim like so much refuse, and walked toward him. Lindsey had thought her beautiful when she was human, but now he found Darla even more alluring. She was wild and free, strong and confident, as sleek and as sensuous as a cat. As she drew near him, Lindsey smirked as he recalled Holland earlier tonight informing him he needed to have healthy attachments. In this fantasy world of monsters, both demon and human, Lindsey had to laugh at the presumption that he’d ever want anything approaching normal, not knowing what he was.
Darla stopped in front of him, gazing at him with her yellow-tinged eyes, the little demon features marring the classic beauty of her face, but not detracting from it, rather the inhumanity enhanced that beauty. "Still not afraid, are you, Lindsey?"
He smiled gently at her. "No, I’m not."
Darla pushed aside the shirt, to expose the skin of his neck. "Mmm...I wish I could be there to see the look on his face when he finds out I killed you," she said, then slid her fangs in.
Lindsey only saw a flash of red, then felt a burning sensation as Darla was torn away from him, leaving small gouges where the fangs dragged against his flesh. He saw Darla flung across the room, as Drusilla stood between them. "You keep away from my brother," she said.
Darla barely managed to remain standing upright. She threw an annoyed look at her grandchilde, and said bitingly, "Have you gone mad?" Then she laughed cruelly at her choice of words. "Oh-wait. I almost forgot. You are mad! Why else would you put yourself between me and something I want? Get the fuck out of my way, Dru. He’s mine."
Drusilla shuddered at Darla’s tone, but she didn’t move. Lindsey placed his hands on Dru’s shoulders, gently kneading them to soothe her, something he’d learned calmed her down while she’d been his houseguest. "It’s okay, Drusilla. I’m not afraid of dying."
"No, it’s not okay, brother," Drusilla whispered. "And with your law firm, there’s worse things than dying. It’s not your time, and not at her hand. The stars told me so."
Darla growled. "You aren’t seriously thinking of defying me, are you, Dru?" She laughed again at the absurdity of that thought, then strode back up to them, hand poised to push the other vampire aside, only to be stunned when she was knocked back again, and this time she did land on her ass. She looked up in astonishment to see Drusilla standing in a defensive stance, a piece of broken wood in her hand.
Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, but Drusilla raised her chin in a defiant gesture. "I’m so sorry, grandmum. But if you come near him again, I’ll send you to hell. I made you, and I’ll destroy you if I have to. He belongs to Daddy, and you know it." She ignored Lindsey’s snort from behind her, and pointed to Lilah, who was cowering in a corner. "Go play with the pretty lawyer. She’s much better fun, anyway."
Darla glared at Dru, clearly wanting to tear her apart, but rules were rules, and Dru was right. Darla owed her. She slowly stood up, then she hissed, "You’ll pay for this later, Drusilla."
Dru held her gaze, and didn’t back down. "I’d expect nothing less, grandmum," she replied.
With one last, longing look at Lindsey, Darla walked toward Lilah, who began whimpering pitifully. Drusilla turned to face Lindsey, who didn’t know whether to be grateful or pissed off. "Drusilla, I don’t belong to--"
She cut him off by placing one finger against his lips. "Shh, brother. The stars sang me a story about pretty boys playing in the night and they told me a secret. Wanna hear it?"
Lindsey frowned, then decided to play along, because what else could he do? "Okay, tell me your secret," he said in a seductive manner, whispering like it was some great thing, which it seemed to him as if Drusilla thought it was.
She giggled like a little girl with her best friend. "You’re going to set me free from the prison I live in. And your faith will be my salvation, brother." She giggled again, smiled very sweetly at him, and that was all Lindsey knew, because she delivered a swift uppercut to his jaw, knocking him out cold.
Lindsey jerked, struggling in the bed clothes, until he became aware that he’d been dreaming. Again. Except...that particular dream was more along the lines of total recall. It had been a few months since he’d had this recurring dream.....nightmare......flashback.....whatever the hell it was. Actually, the last time he’d had it had been shortly before he’d called Angel from Oklahoma. But before that, he’d dreamed about that horrible night sporadically, right up until he’d went to Father Michael, after he’d been absolved of his sins, and had his tattoo blessed. Then the dreams had started, this one among them, and he’d thought the dream a part of the weirdness happening at the time. But.....Lindsey wondered why he’d have it again....now,.....after he’d accepted the inevitable truth that he did belong at Angel’s side, after they’d acted on it, and were now bound forever.
Aside from that, there was also his strange connection with Drusilla herself. Everyone who knew him back then had been aware of his desire for Darla. He now thought everyone may have also been aware of his fascination with Angel, too. Hell, since he was alone, he could admit to himself that, um......yeah, little Lindsey wanted to get to know Spike, as well. And he’d NEVER had any sexual thoughts about Drusilla. In fact, the mere thought of that was repugnant to Lindsey, it felt like the worst sort of sacrilege, and he wasn’t sure why, but he knew without doubt she’d felt the same about him, and that was a world of strange for a creature as carnal as Drusilla was.
Yet, from the second they’d met, when she had looked into his eyes, and called him brother, he’d known Drusilla wouldn’t harm him. Holland and Lilah had been absolutely horrified when Lindsey had instinctively invited the vampire to stay with him, even more so when Drusilla had happily agreed, linked her arm in his, and began merrily prattling on like she’d known him all her life.
Lindsey now realized that Drusilla had treated him like an equal, not someone to be used as a pawn. She hadn’t looked down on him or played with his emotions or acted like he was a second class citizen or someone who had had a chance at redemption and fucked it all up......she’d looked at him without judgement, and accepted him for what he was. And he’d respected that and responded to it, because no one had ever done that before. Drusilla hadn’t smelled him up, or made any advances toward him, whatsoever. And yeah, he’d been quite aware of her vampiric nature, but he hadn’t been bothered by it, despite the fact that just knowing what Angel was, and what Darla had been, turned him on ten ways till Sunday, even though he wouldn’t admit to that little kink back then. It was the first time he’d relied solely on instinct alone and, in the end, Drusilla had saved his life.
He let himself relax slightly, as his thoughts drifted away from the dream. He wondered where Angel was, and if he’d ever get to actually wake up in his lover’s arms. Lindsey wanted to do that, very much so. It must be nice to wake up in the arms of someone you loved, he thought. That was something he’d never done before, and in this land mine of firsts, it’s one thing among so many things he wanted to know.
He sighed and sat up, and was assailed by a wave of dizziness. Uh. Note to self: Don’t forget to eat. He realized he wasn’t sticky in places he should have been, which meant Angel had cleaned him up while he was asleep, and Lindsey was slightly annoyed by the lack of personal privacy the vampire showed when it came to such matters. Then he recalled those last moments before sleep had claimed him, and felt the sensations all over again. Oh. Blood loss, too, then. Wonder how much he took? And then he was curious what the bite mark looked like, because he hadn’t examined it yet.
He raised the sheet, slipping his hand down to adjust himself to see, and was awed by the tiny punctures, which were still slightly weeping blood. Curious, he slid his thumb over them, and he felt the touch all over his body, but mostly in his cock, which got full and heavy in his hand. Smiling, he did it again, and was thrilled at the wave of fire that went through him. His balls were a little tender from the several times he’d come already, but Lindsey thought Why the hell not? and he started softly rubbing the mark, not really jerking off, just....stroking the mark....enjoying the sensual feeling it gave him, to touch himself so intimately where Angel...Angelus....had claimed him. He closed his eyes and softly moaned.
And Lindsey was startled when he heard Spike’s voice from the vicinity of the doorway. "Here I was worried you’d be all knackered, and what do I find? A nummy, sexy Southern boy playing naughty, looking like sin itself. Need any help with that, Gingersnap?"
Lindsey smirked, not even opening his eyes. "Umm...you wish," he said, his voice all honey. "What are you doing here, Spike?"
"Angelus asked me to bring you something to eat," Spike answered, letting his eyes take in the sight in that bed. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing the vampire had ever seen. And........just what the hell was the boy doing?? He wasn’t jerking off, as Spike had first assumed, but he clearly wasn’t just holding himself, either. His cock was very hard, the expression on Lindsey’s face was full of want and need, and damn it, Spike could smell his arousal from where he stood. That being just a little more than he could take, Spike said, "Would you please stop doing that.......Bloody hell, just what the fuck are you doing, anyway?"
Lindsey sighed, opened his sleepy eyes, and grinned at Spike. He said, "Touching myself. What does it look like from over there, Spike?"
Spike was amused by Lindsey’s flirtatiously seductive manner. He cocked his head to the side, grinned and replied, "Not quite like you’re wanking off, pet."
"Mmm....that’s because I’m not," Lindsey said in a teasing tone. His grin got wider as he got a wicked idea. "Did you say you brought me food?"
"Uh...yeah huh," Spike said, nearly speechless at the sight of that unholy looking grin.
"Bless you, Spike," Lindsey said, then he slowly moved his hand on himself, watching Spike watch him. The grin got really wicked as his hand came out from under the sheet, and he slowly licked his fingers clean of the combination of the traces of blood and pre-come that glistened on them, whispering, "I’m so hungry, I could eat myself."
"Holy fuck," Spike muttered, and he hoped like hell Angelus would kill him as quick as possible, because there was no fucking way to hide his own arousal or the smell of it from his grandsire. But, holy fucking hell.....that was the single most blatant display of sexuality Spike had ever seen.
Lindsey laughed out loud as he turned back the sheets, stood up, and nonchalantly walked into the bathroom, leaving Spike standing there, mouth open in shock at the boy’s apparent unconcern over his own nudity. And, dammit, he’d seen Lindsey blush today. No, it was more than that. He’d seen the boy look at Angel and blush from desire alone. The boy was a confusing enigma, that was for damn sure.
Spike turned around and walked into the living room, suddenly glad it was Angel to whom Lindsey was mated with. While he quite fancied the idea of slow sweet sex with the boy, he didn’t want to try and unravel all the mysteries behind those dead sexy blue eyes, or that wicked sweet smile of his. Spike had had enough of that sort of thing to last several lifetimes. He still longed for Drusilla, with all her interminable eccentricities. He was tired of being Love’s bitch, and although if the opportunity presented itself, he would shag the boy, Spike decided no way in hell would he fall in love with him. That was Angel’s arena. As far as Spike was concerned, his grandsire was welcome to it.
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Lindsey walked out of the bedroom, dressed in nothing more than a pair of threadbare jeans, so worn in, they were nearly white. Spike handed him a bottle of orange juice, taking note of the bite marks on either side of his neck. The claim mark was closed, but the other one was still partially open, which told him that Angelus was the one who’d made it. He hadn’t taken the time to lick it closed. And judging from what he’d seen on his hand when Lindsey had licked it clean, that meant Lindsey had been bitten three times in a very short span of time. Spike thought it was a wonder the boy was still standing, yet he had heard him tell Angelus if he wanted to suck neck, to suck his. The boy had obviously been serious.
Lindsey opened the bottle and downed half the contents in one swallow. It was very cold, sweet, and made him realize how hungry he was. He noticed Spike staring at his neck, looking over his body. Frowning at the bruises high on his hips where Angel’s....Angelus’ fingers had dug into him. "Why are you looking at me that way?"
"He didn’t....force you, did he, Gingersnap?" Spike asked.
A blush crept up Lindsey’s neck, until his face was a very pretty shade of pink. "No, Angel didn’t force me," he replied. "I’m fine, Spike. A little dizzy, but fine. I’ll be okay."
Spike looked at him, watched Lindsey finish the juice, then said, "You do realize that’s not Angel, don’t you?"
Lindsey shrugged. "Whatever. It’s all the same to me. Did you think I’d deny him, because he suddenly decided to let his demon come out? Yeah, I was startled, but it’s still Angel. Why don’t you get that?"
Spike was so exasperated, he blurted out, "Why the hell can’t you see the bloody difference?"
Lindsey sighed. "Okay, look, I’m really hungry, Spike. Why don’t we sit down, so I can eat and I’ll try to explain it to you."
"Yeah, okay," Spike said, then turned to go into the kitchen area, where he’d set everything out on the table.
Lindsey gasped when he saw what Spike had brought him. His gaze took it all in, the barbecued ribs, the dirty rice, the beer, the watermelon, the strawberries, the little bottle of honey, and a creepy feeling ran down his spine, because these were his favorite foods, and there was no way in hell Spike could have known that. He knew that what he was looking at was his last meal as a human. He shivered as the thought You’re a dead man walking, but you know that now, right? Time is short, Lindsey. filtered through his mind. And he turned his glance toward the window, puzzlement written on his features.
Spike noticed what he was doing, the look on his face. "What’s wrong, Lindsey? Did Angel go outside or something?"
Lindsey shook his head. "No....Angel’s still in the building. I can feel him. I just..." he paused, then shook his head again. "It’s nothing, I guess. I just got creeped out, man. How did you know these are my favorite foods?"
Spike shrugged. "I didn’t know they were, really. I just.....didn’t even think about it. I just bought this stuff. Is that okay or did you want pizza or something....I mean, we can order out, if you don’t wanna eat this, if it bothers you."
Again, Lindsey shook his head no, and said, "Nah. This is fine. Better than fine, it’s wonderful. Thank you, Spike." He pulled a chair out, sat down, and looked back up at the vampire. "I hope to hell you don’t think I can eat all this by myself. Didn’t Angel say you eat food? C’mon, man. Help me out with all this, and I’ll tell you about a self-righteous asshole who changed my life, how about it?"
Spike smiled, reached for a beer, and sat down in another chair. "Sounds like a plan to me."
~TBC~
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Date: 2004-07-09 05:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-07-09 10:16 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2004-08-17 02:37 pm (UTC)If Lorne knows that Angel didn't have the guts to turn Lindsey, why did Angel tell Angelus not to turn him? Or did he mean something else and Angelus misinterpreted?
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Date: 2004-08-17 03:20 pm (UTC)Lindsey really only wants Angel to be whole for him.