Burning Imprints 32
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menomegirlBurning Imprints
An Angel/Lindsey story
Written by: Menomegirl & KiniP
Disclaimer:Joss and Me, etc own all. We're just playing with the little darlings.
Warning:Language, slash
Rating:NC17
Characters:Angelus, Lindsey, Spike, Gunn, Eve, Lorne
Pairing:Angelus/Lindsey/Spike
Summary:The big tease continues.
Chapter 32-
~Lessons~
Eve glanced at her watch as she came up to Gunn's door. Two hours had passed since he had called her and told her that he needed to talk to her. But it couldn't be helped. The Senior Partners were excited about something and they had needed their Girl Friday to fetch and gather for them.
Tapping lightly on the door, more as a last second courtesy, she walked in without waiting for permission. "What's up, Charles? I don't have a lot of time. Something has the Senior Partners all worked up, which has me running around as well. Thanks for the break, though."
Eve said, as she sat down. She noticed the glass in the man’s hand and was slightly taken back. She had never seen Charles drink before.
Gazing around the office, she took in the variety of weapons spread out, and turned back to the lawyer. "Charles? What’s with all the weaponry? Big throw down tonight with some big ugliness somewhere?"
Gunn turned and looked at Eve. "The big ugly is Angelus. He’s back. That’s probably what has the Partners all worked up. Guess Lindsey really did make Angel happy, huh?"
Eve crossed her legs, and very sweetly said, "Tell me something, Charles. Didn’t anyone in your merry band of do-gooders ever do any research on Lindsey? Maybe ask yourselves what it is about him that made him so important to Wolfram & Hart? I mean, hey, let’s face it, lawyers are a dime a dozen. Easily findable, trainable…………expendable. So, why the big fuss over Lindsey?"
"No. Why would we? Once he was gone, it didn’t matter. Aside from Angel, I doubt any of us ever thought about him. Out of sight, out of mind, you know? Why don’t you get straight to the point, Eve." Gunn said, irritation tinging his voice.
Eve smiled superficially before continuing, "Lindsey was chosen, not just for who he is, but for *what* he is. From the moment they found him, he had a mission. He just didn’t know it."
Gunn stared at her, then said, "Mission being Angel?"
Eve shook her head, then said, "Mission being Angelus. Angel was never supposed to happen. The gypsies created Angel and screwed up the Senior Partner’s plan. And so, in looking into alternate ways of dealing with Angel, they found Lindsey."
"What’s so damn special about Lindsey?" Gunn asked.
Eve laughed. "Lindsey has a………… *gift*, you could say. Something in his blood attracts vampires and he responds to them, as well. But.... Lindsey’s main attribute is that he has an extreme affinity for the line of Aurelius. Angel, Darla, Drusilla and now Angelus."
"Which means what for us? Death? Destruction? Mayhem? All things of which Angelus is famous for." Gunn asked, setting the glass down and picking up a crossbow and loading it.
Eve bit her lower lip. "That I don’t know."
"I do." They both turned to see Lorne standing in the open doorway.
"You’ve seen Angelus?" Gunn said, suspiciously.
Lorne grinned. "All six plus feet of him and I must say, he still looks scrumptious in leather. Yowsa!"
Gunn frowned, put off by Lorne’s easy manner. *If he knows Angelus is back, why the hell is he smiling?* "And…………?" He said, questioning.
"Put the weapons away, Mad Max. It’s fine. He still has a soul, which is why I’m here. Have you seen Wesley?" Lorne said, waving his hands towards the crossbow in Gunn’s hand.
Eve frowned. "Wait. How can he be Angelus and still have his soul?" She asked, looking up at Lorne.
“Well now, darling of the devil, that’s the big money question, isn’t it?” Lorne answered with slight derision.
“Let’s find Wes.” Gunn said, setting the crossbow down on the nearest chair. Grabbing his jacket, which contained a stake or two in the pockets, he walked out into the hallway.
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Lindsey swallowed a bite of barbequed rib down, and chased it with a swig of beer. He had finished telling Spike the bare bones of his years in LA & after, but he still thought Spike didn’t get it. He’d been hoping Spike, of all people-well, vamps- would.
Lindsey thoughtfully said, “Tell me Spike, what do you see when you watch Angel and me together?”
“First off mate, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you and Angel together, other than perhaps the first time, when I kissed you,” Spike answered. “That was Angelus in the office who bit me, Pet, not Angel. And it was Angelus who called me to come babysit, not Angel.”
“Yeah, *whatever* ......I got your baby right here,” Lindsey said, running his hand lightly across his still semi-hard cock, noticeable even encased in denim. He grinned when he saw Spike’s tongue dart out and wet his lips, eyes following Lindsey’s movements. “But that’s my point. THAT is Angel to me. That’s how I’ve always seen him.”
Spike closed his eyes, trying to erase the image of Lindsey’s hand from his mind. He drank some beer, thinking how best to put it. He took in a deep unneeded breath, and said, “Okay. I can honestly see how you’d have trouble telling them apart, but didn’t you *feel* a difference between then and now? Angelus was always known for his love of pain……I would have thought that you might have picked up on that?”
Lindsey shrugged. "Angel likes a little pain, too. In fact, I think the first time Angel took me, he was rougher than he was tonight. Hell, I don't just think it, I know it. So, there's no difference I can see. Besides, *I happen to like it*, and you can't sit there, and tell me *you* don't either. As far as I'm concerned, there is no difference. I haven't seen much evidence to the contrary.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Angel rough on you, Gingersnap? Was it worse than being garroted?”
“Hell, no. That sucked. I really thought he was gonna kill me that time,” Lindsey replied. “Spike, I've seen who you call Angel do horrible things. I've seen him do not so horrible things. And you know what? *I’m here, aren’t I*? I'm not running. I accepted the consequences of my actions the minute I left Oklahoma,” Lindsey paused, then softly said, “Maybe....maybe I always knew, deep down, that it would come to this.”
“He told you, didn’t he?” Spike said, assuming Angel had told Lindsey what Drusilla had said, not knowing that his grandsire hadn’t mentioned her to Lindsey at all.
“Yeah, he did,” Lindsey replied. “It’ll be okay, Spike. At least we’ll be together.” Lindsey grinned. “You know, out of all the vampires I've come into contact with, Angel was the only one who ever tempted me. Oh, I had a thing for Darla, but....that was *after* I met Angel. I don't know if I'd have wanted her, if not for him."
“What about Drusilla? Did you have a thing for her, too, Pet?” Spike teasingly said. He was astounded by the reaction he got. It wasn’t what he’d expected.
Lindsey’s face seemed to soften as he spoke. “No, Spike, I never had a thing for Dru. She’s different. We have a connection....almost familial like. It’s hard to explain, other than to say Dru feels more like a sister to me. She saved my life once, and I guess.....I owe her one.”
Spike furrowed his forehead in thought. Finally, he softly said, “What about me, Pet?”
Lindsey grinned. “What about you, Spike?”
Spike raised that annoying eyebrow again. “Think of me like a brother, do you then, Gingersnap?”
Lindsey turned a becoming shade of pink. He thought about the question, and as he did, he began absently peeling the label from the beer bottle. Lindsey wasn’t sure *how* Angel felt about it, because he’d thus far displayed mixed signals in regards to the situation, and after the whole fiasco with Darla......and with Angel thinking he was Angelus.....he wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Finally, deciding a little truth would be alright, Lindsey raised his eyes, looked directly into Spike’s ice blue ones, and simply said, “No, I don’t.”
Spike smirked. “Didn’t think so, Pet.”
Lindsey snorted. “Don’t be so cocky, Spike. *You* were the one smelled me up, stared at my bare ass when I was getting dressed, and *You* were the one who kissed me in front of Angel.”
Spike laughed. “Yeah, well. *You* touched yourself in front of me, paraded around naked in my sight, and ooh, Gingersnap, the thing you did with that evil, evil hand. *And* you do know that if Angelus catches wind of all this, he’s gonna kill me.”
Lindsey smiled sweetly, and said, “Chill, man. Angel isn’t going to kill you. Stop being so melodramatic.”
“Depends on what happened with the evil hand,” a voice said from behind. Spike turned around and saw Angelus sauntering in through the door. Strangely enough, considering the anger he’d displayed towards Spike earlier that day, Angelus didn’t appear upset at all. In fact, he had a positively mischievous grin on his face. “Relax, Will. Lindsey likes to push buttons, see which ones get reactions. It’s quite annoying at times.”
“Yeah, I bet it is,” Spike said, glaring at Lindsey, who was still grinning. The sneaky little shit had probably known Angelus was there.
Angelus stood behind Lindsey’s chair, and leaned over. Lindsey looked up at him, and said, “The evil hand was discovering the secrets about that bite mark you put on me. You missed a really good show, Angel darlin’. I think Spike here almost swallowed his tongue.”
“Is that right?” Angelus said, “Lin, what happened to *I can’t believe he did that!* and *Spike’s too crass for my taste* ?”
Lindsey raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Didn’t buy it, huh?”
“Not hardly,” Angelus whispered, then leaned down and kissed Lindsey briefly. He pulled back a little, and softly said, “So, are the boys recovered yet?”
“They feel pretty healthy to me,” Lindsey whispered back, then reached a hand up to pull Angel back down, because that kiss had been way to short for his liking. He snaked his tongue into the vampire’s mouth, teased Angel with soft flicks, until Lindsey got what he wanted: a heated response that made him breathless and hard. Wanting.
Angelus let himself play in the wet heat of Lindsey’s mouth, enjoying the combination of flavors exploding on his tongue: beer, barbeque, the hot spice from the rice dish, and Lindsey himself. He pulled back and grinned at the tiny growl of need and disappointment that the younger man emitted in frustration. “Be a good boy, and finish eating, Lin. You haven’t even eaten the sweet stuff yet.”
“Humph,” Lindsey muttered. “I got your boy, Angel.”
Angelus laughed. He kissed Lindsey again, just a quick press of lips, then said, “Eat it for me, okay?”
Lindsey licked his lips and whispered, “Alright.”
Angelus smiled, and straightened back up. He looked at Spike, who had a self-satisfied smirk on his face that oddly annoyed his grandsire. Or not so odd, Angelus admitted. Spike always had annoyed him, to one degree or another, he had ever since Drusilla had sired him. “What the fuck are you smirking at, Will?”
Spike’s smirk got bigger. *Oh, hell yeah. The old boy’s got it bad, alright.* But Spike wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud, because that would just be *asking* for it. So, he covered with, “Just enjoying the show, that’s all, Gelus. You two are quite the sight, ya know. Do I get to stay and watch, or are you kicking me out, now that I’m through babysitting?”
Angelus slowly walked over to Spike, and a flicker of mirth appeared on his face at Lindsey’s muttered, “Baby? I’ll show you both *baby*.” before the boy started eating again. Spike looked nervously up at him as he approached, and he could tell the younger vampire was still uncertain of his grandsire’s intentions. He leaned down and growled softly at Spike, who shivered in response. This made Angelus smile. “Leave? Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere. We have matters to discuss, boy. *Slayer* matters.”
Spike sighed. “I knew you were going to give me bloody blue hell about the slayer,” he said under his breath.
Angelus grinned, grabbed a beer from the ice bucket, and sauntered over to sit down in a chair. He flicked the cap off the beer, took a swig, and looked at his grandechilde. “Now why would I do that? That was a brilliant move, getting your soul back. I heard even after you taunted the slayer with all the evil shit you’ve done, she still wouldn’t kill you. Fucking brilliant, Will. Got to give you props, man. That was good. Besides, balling a pissed-off slayer must be like courting death itself. What a rush that's gotta be."
Angelus smiled and glanced over at his lover, who was currently biting into a slice of watermelon. “Isn’t that right, Lindsey?”
Lindsey choked on the melon, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the beam of oncoming headlights. Or possibly like someone who’d just had a secret revealed. Recovering rapidly, Lindsey yelped, “What the hell are you-”
Angelus grinned. “Faith, Lindsey. I know you fucked Faith. That night I came to your office, you smelled different, but familiar. I couldn’t place it until she came and stayed with Angel. Tell me, Linds-she’s the one who introduced you to the vaporub–isn’t she?”
Spike laughed and said, “Holy shit! Where was I? I’m always missing the good stuff!!”
Lindsey made that funny little half-snort, half laugh sound of his, and said, “Actually, truth be told –she tied me up and *she* fucked me. And *yes* on the lube,” Lindsey arched his eyebrow at Angel, seeing if he caught the implication in that statement, then turned to smile at Spike, “And *yes* – a good time was had.”
Looking back, Angel wondered what exactly it was that had set him off. Was it the fact that Faith had literally fucked – *sounded more like raped* - what - *even then*- he had considered to be his personal property, or was it the easy grin Lindsey shared with Spike which *clearly implied* that he’d enjoyed what Faith had done to him? Probably the latter, for the next thing he remembered was Lindsey wrapping a towel around the hand that had once held a beer bottle, with the remains of the bottle scattered at his feet.
“What the hell happened, babe?” Lindsey said, as he tightened the towel around his lover’s hand to try and stop the bleeding.
Spike laughed softly, arched that eyebrow again, and said, “Someone’s a little jealous, pet. Or rather, *A LOT* jealous, when it comes to you. Don’t think he much cared for the visuals that your little statement just provided.”
Lindsey pursed his lips, then snapped, “Then he shouldn’t have asked.” Opening the towel to look at the cut, he exclaimed, “Fuck! This is bad, Angel. Spike, hold this towel tightly while I go get him some blood. Maybe we should call someone to come sew him up.”
“No, Lindsey. I don’t need sewing up, Will can do it. Will’s *sewed* me up before. But I will take the blood. Thanks.” He watched as Lindsey gave him an annoyed look, then left. *He’s feeling dismissed, poor boy’s gotten spoiled having Angel all to himself. Gonna have to change that.* Looking up at Spike, Angelus grinned and said, “Wanna taste me again, boy?”
Spike froze. He looked at his grandsire, and he knew Angelus was perfectly aware of the consequences such an action on his part would entail. "Are you sure, Angelus? I'm thinkin' your boy in there might not like where this could end up." Spike looked at Angelus and nodded towards the other room where he could hear the younger man moving around. He was seriously doubting that his grand-sire had thought this all the way through, so he pushed a little. "And are you sure you're ready to share? God knows I'd love a piece of him, but don't you think you should talk to him first? Explain things. Especially about vampires and their *family*?" Spike stared hard at Angel waiting for a reaction.
"Yes, Spike, I'm sure," the older vampire replied. "Some things can't be explained, they have to be shown to be understood. Besides, Lindsey almost assuredly knows, or well, at the very least, he’s responding the way a mate should. But you should understand that this is a one time deal to seal the bonds of family. Then Lindsey is *OFF LIMITS* to you! You understand?” Angelus looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t, because they both heard Lindsey returning.
Spike looked toward Lindsey, who had returned with a mug of blood, a small bottle of water, and another towel. Handing the blood to Angel, he uncapped the small bottle of water, placed the towel under the vampire’s hand, and rinsed the wound out as best he could, checking to be sure no glass was embedded in the cut, which was deep. He looked up at Spike, and said, “Now what?”
Spike took an unneeded breath, then crouched down, taking Angelus’ hand gently from Lindsey’s. He looked into his grandsire’s eyes for a long minute, and Lindsey sensed a world of meaning in that glance. And for some odd reason, the expression on Spike’s face reminded Lindsey of the sound of his own voice calling Angel from Oklahoma. Lonely. A little desperate. Incomplete. It made his heart ache for Spike, and he was a little unnerved by it. Then Spike bent his head to the hand he held, and began licking the wound.
Angel hissed, and his brown eyes were suddenly tinged with gold. Lindsey opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, Angel softly moaned, and the young man realized it wasn’t pain-or perversely, maybe it was- that had caused the moan. Lindsey closed his mouth, just watching, fascinated with the two vampires now, as Spike continued to lick at the wound, which, to Lindsey’s surprise, looked as if it was trying to heal. “Well, butter my ass and call me a biscuit,” Lindsey muttered, bending down to look closer. Angel laughed out loud, then yelped as Spike bit down on the wound in his own mirth. Lindsey grinned.
Angel smiled at Lindsey’s comment, lifted his other hand to Spike’s head, and he began petting it, purring softly. Spike was making the exact same noise, and the combined sounds aroused something deep in Lindsey. He could both see and feel that the relationship between the two vampires-although clearly combative and sexual in nature- also closely resembled his own feeling towards Drusilla. Lindsey saw flashes of memories, in rapid succession, of Drusilla putting herself between Darla and him. Of himself pulling Angel off Spike, and standing between them. Saw in his mind’s eye pictures he’d gathered of Darla and Drusilla on the street, Spike calling him family, stories he’d read about all of them while employed at the law firm, and Angel laughing, teasing him about Spike’s kiss.
Lindsey understood both Drusilla and Spike’s instant acceptance of him as one of them, his own doomed desire for Darla, while wanting her childe at the same time, Darla’s knowing, sadistic attitude about it, and the antagonistic treatment he’s received at her hands was at last made clear to him. As Angel’s sire, she’d played with him like a cat plays with a mouse, even....*hell, especially*....while she was human. He’d known how callous Lilah had thought Darla was, but he had dismissed what he hadn’t wanted to hear, let Lilah’s words go in one ear, and out the other. His entire history with vampires in general, but with this one line in particular-suddenly etched itself into his mind and he understood many little things, all at once.
That word-family- took on meaning and substance, and in his mind, he seemed to hear a distinct echo of Drusilla, approving his thoughts and giggling merrily at him, and he turned toward the window once more, unconsciously listening for her, not even realizing he was doing it. He looked back at his mate, and then at Spike, and he understood his place within the hierarchy of the family. Lindsey even understood that what he was seeing Spike doing now-healing Angel- he’d tried instinctively himself to do to Spike earlier in the day, when he had licked at the bite Angel had given Spike. He’d even been humming as he’d done it-and it had been a close approximation of the purring sounds both vampires were emitting now. As close as any human could come.
Lindsey felt Angel’s gaze on him, and he lifted his eyes to look at his lover, his mate. Soon to be his Sire. And he smiled sweetly at the vampire, reaching out to touch the side of his face. Angel leaned into the touch, rubbing against his hand like a cat demanding to be petted. Lindsey laughed softly, leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips, and whispered “Don’t forget who you belong to, Angel.” Angelus blinked, then grinned. Lindsey drew back, smiled saucily, walked over to his chair, and turning it facing towards the two vampires, sat back down. He resumed eating his food, while he watched Spike lick Angel healed, and he told them all about what Faith had done to him that night several years ago.
~TBC~
As soon as we can.
An Angel/Lindsey story
Written by: Menomegirl & KiniP
Disclaimer:Joss and Me, etc own all. We're just playing with the little darlings.
Warning:Language, slash
Rating:NC17
Characters:Angelus, Lindsey, Spike, Gunn, Eve, Lorne
Pairing:Angelus/Lindsey/Spike
Summary:The big tease continues.
Chapter 32-
~Lessons~
Eve glanced at her watch as she came up to Gunn's door. Two hours had passed since he had called her and told her that he needed to talk to her. But it couldn't be helped. The Senior Partners were excited about something and they had needed their Girl Friday to fetch and gather for them.
Tapping lightly on the door, more as a last second courtesy, she walked in without waiting for permission. "What's up, Charles? I don't have a lot of time. Something has the Senior Partners all worked up, which has me running around as well. Thanks for the break, though."
Eve said, as she sat down. She noticed the glass in the man’s hand and was slightly taken back. She had never seen Charles drink before.
Gazing around the office, she took in the variety of weapons spread out, and turned back to the lawyer. "Charles? What’s with all the weaponry? Big throw down tonight with some big ugliness somewhere?"
Gunn turned and looked at Eve. "The big ugly is Angelus. He’s back. That’s probably what has the Partners all worked up. Guess Lindsey really did make Angel happy, huh?"
Eve crossed her legs, and very sweetly said, "Tell me something, Charles. Didn’t anyone in your merry band of do-gooders ever do any research on Lindsey? Maybe ask yourselves what it is about him that made him so important to Wolfram & Hart? I mean, hey, let’s face it, lawyers are a dime a dozen. Easily findable, trainable…………expendable. So, why the big fuss over Lindsey?"
"No. Why would we? Once he was gone, it didn’t matter. Aside from Angel, I doubt any of us ever thought about him. Out of sight, out of mind, you know? Why don’t you get straight to the point, Eve." Gunn said, irritation tinging his voice.
Eve smiled superficially before continuing, "Lindsey was chosen, not just for who he is, but for *what* he is. From the moment they found him, he had a mission. He just didn’t know it."
Gunn stared at her, then said, "Mission being Angel?"
Eve shook her head, then said, "Mission being Angelus. Angel was never supposed to happen. The gypsies created Angel and screwed up the Senior Partner’s plan. And so, in looking into alternate ways of dealing with Angel, they found Lindsey."
"What’s so damn special about Lindsey?" Gunn asked.
Eve laughed. "Lindsey has a………… *gift*, you could say. Something in his blood attracts vampires and he responds to them, as well. But.... Lindsey’s main attribute is that he has an extreme affinity for the line of Aurelius. Angel, Darla, Drusilla and now Angelus."
"Which means what for us? Death? Destruction? Mayhem? All things of which Angelus is famous for." Gunn asked, setting the glass down and picking up a crossbow and loading it.
Eve bit her lower lip. "That I don’t know."
"I do." They both turned to see Lorne standing in the open doorway.
"You’ve seen Angelus?" Gunn said, suspiciously.
Lorne grinned. "All six plus feet of him and I must say, he still looks scrumptious in leather. Yowsa!"
Gunn frowned, put off by Lorne’s easy manner. *If he knows Angelus is back, why the hell is he smiling?* "And…………?" He said, questioning.
"Put the weapons away, Mad Max. It’s fine. He still has a soul, which is why I’m here. Have you seen Wesley?" Lorne said, waving his hands towards the crossbow in Gunn’s hand.
Eve frowned. "Wait. How can he be Angelus and still have his soul?" She asked, looking up at Lorne.
“Well now, darling of the devil, that’s the big money question, isn’t it?” Lorne answered with slight derision.
“Let’s find Wes.” Gunn said, setting the crossbow down on the nearest chair. Grabbing his jacket, which contained a stake or two in the pockets, he walked out into the hallway.
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Lindsey swallowed a bite of barbequed rib down, and chased it with a swig of beer. He had finished telling Spike the bare bones of his years in LA & after, but he still thought Spike didn’t get it. He’d been hoping Spike, of all people-well, vamps- would.
Lindsey thoughtfully said, “Tell me Spike, what do you see when you watch Angel and me together?”
“First off mate, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you and Angel together, other than perhaps the first time, when I kissed you,” Spike answered. “That was Angelus in the office who bit me, Pet, not Angel. And it was Angelus who called me to come babysit, not Angel.”
“Yeah, *whatever* ......I got your baby right here,” Lindsey said, running his hand lightly across his still semi-hard cock, noticeable even encased in denim. He grinned when he saw Spike’s tongue dart out and wet his lips, eyes following Lindsey’s movements. “But that’s my point. THAT is Angel to me. That’s how I’ve always seen him.”
Spike closed his eyes, trying to erase the image of Lindsey’s hand from his mind. He drank some beer, thinking how best to put it. He took in a deep unneeded breath, and said, “Okay. I can honestly see how you’d have trouble telling them apart, but didn’t you *feel* a difference between then and now? Angelus was always known for his love of pain……I would have thought that you might have picked up on that?”
Lindsey shrugged. "Angel likes a little pain, too. In fact, I think the first time Angel took me, he was rougher than he was tonight. Hell, I don't just think it, I know it. So, there's no difference I can see. Besides, *I happen to like it*, and you can't sit there, and tell me *you* don't either. As far as I'm concerned, there is no difference. I haven't seen much evidence to the contrary.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Angel rough on you, Gingersnap? Was it worse than being garroted?”
“Hell, no. That sucked. I really thought he was gonna kill me that time,” Lindsey replied. “Spike, I've seen who you call Angel do horrible things. I've seen him do not so horrible things. And you know what? *I’m here, aren’t I*? I'm not running. I accepted the consequences of my actions the minute I left Oklahoma,” Lindsey paused, then softly said, “Maybe....maybe I always knew, deep down, that it would come to this.”
“He told you, didn’t he?” Spike said, assuming Angel had told Lindsey what Drusilla had said, not knowing that his grandsire hadn’t mentioned her to Lindsey at all.
“Yeah, he did,” Lindsey replied. “It’ll be okay, Spike. At least we’ll be together.” Lindsey grinned. “You know, out of all the vampires I've come into contact with, Angel was the only one who ever tempted me. Oh, I had a thing for Darla, but....that was *after* I met Angel. I don't know if I'd have wanted her, if not for him."
“What about Drusilla? Did you have a thing for her, too, Pet?” Spike teasingly said. He was astounded by the reaction he got. It wasn’t what he’d expected.
Lindsey’s face seemed to soften as he spoke. “No, Spike, I never had a thing for Dru. She’s different. We have a connection....almost familial like. It’s hard to explain, other than to say Dru feels more like a sister to me. She saved my life once, and I guess.....I owe her one.”
Spike furrowed his forehead in thought. Finally, he softly said, “What about me, Pet?”
Lindsey grinned. “What about you, Spike?”
Spike raised that annoying eyebrow again. “Think of me like a brother, do you then, Gingersnap?”
Lindsey turned a becoming shade of pink. He thought about the question, and as he did, he began absently peeling the label from the beer bottle. Lindsey wasn’t sure *how* Angel felt about it, because he’d thus far displayed mixed signals in regards to the situation, and after the whole fiasco with Darla......and with Angel thinking he was Angelus.....he wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Finally, deciding a little truth would be alright, Lindsey raised his eyes, looked directly into Spike’s ice blue ones, and simply said, “No, I don’t.”
Spike smirked. “Didn’t think so, Pet.”
Lindsey snorted. “Don’t be so cocky, Spike. *You* were the one smelled me up, stared at my bare ass when I was getting dressed, and *You* were the one who kissed me in front of Angel.”
Spike laughed. “Yeah, well. *You* touched yourself in front of me, paraded around naked in my sight, and ooh, Gingersnap, the thing you did with that evil, evil hand. *And* you do know that if Angelus catches wind of all this, he’s gonna kill me.”
Lindsey smiled sweetly, and said, “Chill, man. Angel isn’t going to kill you. Stop being so melodramatic.”
“Depends on what happened with the evil hand,” a voice said from behind. Spike turned around and saw Angelus sauntering in through the door. Strangely enough, considering the anger he’d displayed towards Spike earlier that day, Angelus didn’t appear upset at all. In fact, he had a positively mischievous grin on his face. “Relax, Will. Lindsey likes to push buttons, see which ones get reactions. It’s quite annoying at times.”
“Yeah, I bet it is,” Spike said, glaring at Lindsey, who was still grinning. The sneaky little shit had probably known Angelus was there.
Angelus stood behind Lindsey’s chair, and leaned over. Lindsey looked up at him, and said, “The evil hand was discovering the secrets about that bite mark you put on me. You missed a really good show, Angel darlin’. I think Spike here almost swallowed his tongue.”
“Is that right?” Angelus said, “Lin, what happened to *I can’t believe he did that!* and *Spike’s too crass for my taste* ?”
Lindsey raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Didn’t buy it, huh?”
“Not hardly,” Angelus whispered, then leaned down and kissed Lindsey briefly. He pulled back a little, and softly said, “So, are the boys recovered yet?”
“They feel pretty healthy to me,” Lindsey whispered back, then reached a hand up to pull Angel back down, because that kiss had been way to short for his liking. He snaked his tongue into the vampire’s mouth, teased Angel with soft flicks, until Lindsey got what he wanted: a heated response that made him breathless and hard. Wanting.
Angelus let himself play in the wet heat of Lindsey’s mouth, enjoying the combination of flavors exploding on his tongue: beer, barbeque, the hot spice from the rice dish, and Lindsey himself. He pulled back and grinned at the tiny growl of need and disappointment that the younger man emitted in frustration. “Be a good boy, and finish eating, Lin. You haven’t even eaten the sweet stuff yet.”
“Humph,” Lindsey muttered. “I got your boy, Angel.”
Angelus laughed. He kissed Lindsey again, just a quick press of lips, then said, “Eat it for me, okay?”
Lindsey licked his lips and whispered, “Alright.”
Angelus smiled, and straightened back up. He looked at Spike, who had a self-satisfied smirk on his face that oddly annoyed his grandsire. Or not so odd, Angelus admitted. Spike always had annoyed him, to one degree or another, he had ever since Drusilla had sired him. “What the fuck are you smirking at, Will?”
Spike’s smirk got bigger. *Oh, hell yeah. The old boy’s got it bad, alright.* But Spike wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud, because that would just be *asking* for it. So, he covered with, “Just enjoying the show, that’s all, Gelus. You two are quite the sight, ya know. Do I get to stay and watch, or are you kicking me out, now that I’m through babysitting?”
Angelus slowly walked over to Spike, and a flicker of mirth appeared on his face at Lindsey’s muttered, “Baby? I’ll show you both *baby*.” before the boy started eating again. Spike looked nervously up at him as he approached, and he could tell the younger vampire was still uncertain of his grandsire’s intentions. He leaned down and growled softly at Spike, who shivered in response. This made Angelus smile. “Leave? Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere. We have matters to discuss, boy. *Slayer* matters.”
Spike sighed. “I knew you were going to give me bloody blue hell about the slayer,” he said under his breath.
Angelus grinned, grabbed a beer from the ice bucket, and sauntered over to sit down in a chair. He flicked the cap off the beer, took a swig, and looked at his grandechilde. “Now why would I do that? That was a brilliant move, getting your soul back. I heard even after you taunted the slayer with all the evil shit you’ve done, she still wouldn’t kill you. Fucking brilliant, Will. Got to give you props, man. That was good. Besides, balling a pissed-off slayer must be like courting death itself. What a rush that's gotta be."
Angelus smiled and glanced over at his lover, who was currently biting into a slice of watermelon. “Isn’t that right, Lindsey?”
Lindsey choked on the melon, looking for all the world like a deer caught in the beam of oncoming headlights. Or possibly like someone who’d just had a secret revealed. Recovering rapidly, Lindsey yelped, “What the hell are you-”
Angelus grinned. “Faith, Lindsey. I know you fucked Faith. That night I came to your office, you smelled different, but familiar. I couldn’t place it until she came and stayed with Angel. Tell me, Linds-she’s the one who introduced you to the vaporub–isn’t she?”
Spike laughed and said, “Holy shit! Where was I? I’m always missing the good stuff!!”
Lindsey made that funny little half-snort, half laugh sound of his, and said, “Actually, truth be told –she tied me up and *she* fucked me. And *yes* on the lube,” Lindsey arched his eyebrow at Angel, seeing if he caught the implication in that statement, then turned to smile at Spike, “And *yes* – a good time was had.”
Looking back, Angel wondered what exactly it was that had set him off. Was it the fact that Faith had literally fucked – *sounded more like raped* - what - *even then*- he had considered to be his personal property, or was it the easy grin Lindsey shared with Spike which *clearly implied* that he’d enjoyed what Faith had done to him? Probably the latter, for the next thing he remembered was Lindsey wrapping a towel around the hand that had once held a beer bottle, with the remains of the bottle scattered at his feet.
“What the hell happened, babe?” Lindsey said, as he tightened the towel around his lover’s hand to try and stop the bleeding.
Spike laughed softly, arched that eyebrow again, and said, “Someone’s a little jealous, pet. Or rather, *A LOT* jealous, when it comes to you. Don’t think he much cared for the visuals that your little statement just provided.”
Lindsey pursed his lips, then snapped, “Then he shouldn’t have asked.” Opening the towel to look at the cut, he exclaimed, “Fuck! This is bad, Angel. Spike, hold this towel tightly while I go get him some blood. Maybe we should call someone to come sew him up.”
“No, Lindsey. I don’t need sewing up, Will can do it. Will’s *sewed* me up before. But I will take the blood. Thanks.” He watched as Lindsey gave him an annoyed look, then left. *He’s feeling dismissed, poor boy’s gotten spoiled having Angel all to himself. Gonna have to change that.* Looking up at Spike, Angelus grinned and said, “Wanna taste me again, boy?”
Spike froze. He looked at his grandsire, and he knew Angelus was perfectly aware of the consequences such an action on his part would entail. "Are you sure, Angelus? I'm thinkin' your boy in there might not like where this could end up." Spike looked at Angelus and nodded towards the other room where he could hear the younger man moving around. He was seriously doubting that his grand-sire had thought this all the way through, so he pushed a little. "And are you sure you're ready to share? God knows I'd love a piece of him, but don't you think you should talk to him first? Explain things. Especially about vampires and their *family*?" Spike stared hard at Angel waiting for a reaction.
"Yes, Spike, I'm sure," the older vampire replied. "Some things can't be explained, they have to be shown to be understood. Besides, Lindsey almost assuredly knows, or well, at the very least, he’s responding the way a mate should. But you should understand that this is a one time deal to seal the bonds of family. Then Lindsey is *OFF LIMITS* to you! You understand?” Angelus looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t, because they both heard Lindsey returning.
Spike looked toward Lindsey, who had returned with a mug of blood, a small bottle of water, and another towel. Handing the blood to Angel, he uncapped the small bottle of water, placed the towel under the vampire’s hand, and rinsed the wound out as best he could, checking to be sure no glass was embedded in the cut, which was deep. He looked up at Spike, and said, “Now what?”
Spike took an unneeded breath, then crouched down, taking Angelus’ hand gently from Lindsey’s. He looked into his grandsire’s eyes for a long minute, and Lindsey sensed a world of meaning in that glance. And for some odd reason, the expression on Spike’s face reminded Lindsey of the sound of his own voice calling Angel from Oklahoma. Lonely. A little desperate. Incomplete. It made his heart ache for Spike, and he was a little unnerved by it. Then Spike bent his head to the hand he held, and began licking the wound.
Angel hissed, and his brown eyes were suddenly tinged with gold. Lindsey opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, Angel softly moaned, and the young man realized it wasn’t pain-or perversely, maybe it was- that had caused the moan. Lindsey closed his mouth, just watching, fascinated with the two vampires now, as Spike continued to lick at the wound, which, to Lindsey’s surprise, looked as if it was trying to heal. “Well, butter my ass and call me a biscuit,” Lindsey muttered, bending down to look closer. Angel laughed out loud, then yelped as Spike bit down on the wound in his own mirth. Lindsey grinned.
Angel smiled at Lindsey’s comment, lifted his other hand to Spike’s head, and he began petting it, purring softly. Spike was making the exact same noise, and the combined sounds aroused something deep in Lindsey. He could both see and feel that the relationship between the two vampires-although clearly combative and sexual in nature- also closely resembled his own feeling towards Drusilla. Lindsey saw flashes of memories, in rapid succession, of Drusilla putting herself between Darla and him. Of himself pulling Angel off Spike, and standing between them. Saw in his mind’s eye pictures he’d gathered of Darla and Drusilla on the street, Spike calling him family, stories he’d read about all of them while employed at the law firm, and Angel laughing, teasing him about Spike’s kiss.
Lindsey understood both Drusilla and Spike’s instant acceptance of him as one of them, his own doomed desire for Darla, while wanting her childe at the same time, Darla’s knowing, sadistic attitude about it, and the antagonistic treatment he’s received at her hands was at last made clear to him. As Angel’s sire, she’d played with him like a cat plays with a mouse, even....*hell, especially*....while she was human. He’d known how callous Lilah had thought Darla was, but he had dismissed what he hadn’t wanted to hear, let Lilah’s words go in one ear, and out the other. His entire history with vampires in general, but with this one line in particular-suddenly etched itself into his mind and he understood many little things, all at once.
That word-family- took on meaning and substance, and in his mind, he seemed to hear a distinct echo of Drusilla, approving his thoughts and giggling merrily at him, and he turned toward the window once more, unconsciously listening for her, not even realizing he was doing it. He looked back at his mate, and then at Spike, and he understood his place within the hierarchy of the family. Lindsey even understood that what he was seeing Spike doing now-healing Angel- he’d tried instinctively himself to do to Spike earlier in the day, when he had licked at the bite Angel had given Spike. He’d even been humming as he’d done it-and it had been a close approximation of the purring sounds both vampires were emitting now. As close as any human could come.
Lindsey felt Angel’s gaze on him, and he lifted his eyes to look at his lover, his mate. Soon to be his Sire. And he smiled sweetly at the vampire, reaching out to touch the side of his face. Angel leaned into the touch, rubbing against his hand like a cat demanding to be petted. Lindsey laughed softly, leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips, and whispered “Don’t forget who you belong to, Angel.” Angelus blinked, then grinned. Lindsey drew back, smiled saucily, walked over to his chair, and turning it facing towards the two vampires, sat back down. He resumed eating his food, while he watched Spike lick Angel healed, and he told them all about what Faith had done to him that night several years ago.
~TBC~
As soon as we can.
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Date: 2004-09-04 06:04 pm (UTC)Wonderful! As usual. I'm so caught up in this story. It's fascinating how you are drawing the characters. And so very sexy.
Thanks for updating!
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Date: 2004-09-04 06:35 pm (UTC)As soon as we can, we'll get 33 up. We are working on it, I swear!
*hugs*
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Date: 2004-09-06 05:21 pm (UTC)I'm still confused here. Lindsey believes that Angel and Angelus are one and the same? Based on everything Lindsey was told about Angel/Angelus while working for W&H, he never once believed they were two separate entities?
Why is everyone else able to see a difference, yet Lindsey just believes evil is evil? How does he explain the differing personalities?
Is Lindsey the only one with an extreme affinity for the line of Aurelius, or are there others? How did he become this way?
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Date: 2004-09-06 06:13 pm (UTC)Re:Lindsey and Angel/Angelus--When we conceived the concept of Burning Imprints, we discussed many, many things. One of the first was Canon vs. Alternate Universe.
BI is AU.
However, we would like to point out to you that IN CANON, Lindsey McDonald never, ever said the name Angelus. Not ONCE.
The closest he ever came was telling Darla We don't want him dead. We want him dark.
Also, Angel only vamped out in front of Lindsey one time. In the episode Dead End. What did Lindsey do??? Well, it deflated his anger for a few seconds. He looked at Angel and said, You're really gross, you know that?
We don't think Lindsey saw a difference. So we have written it that way.
As for differing personalities. Angel always treated Lindsey just a little different than everyone else. Harsher, crueler, and at times, without mercy. Prime example: Faith.
So, we decided that to our Lindsey, there would be no difference.
As far as--Is Lindsey the only one with an extreme affinity for the line of Aurelius, or are there others? How did he become this way?
Lindsey was born that way. Yes, there are other vamp magnents. As far as the affinity, in our AU, Lindsey is the only one.
I hope that helped?
*hugs*
And thank you very much for keeping up with us. We love your feedback. You make us think.
That's always of the good!
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Date: 2004-09-06 06:18 pm (UTC)AU: okey dokey, makes perfect sense. I know in canon I always got the impression Lindsey didn't much care what kind of demon you were. He had a job to do, he was either working for your cause or you were in the way of his cause. So his reactions are dead on.
I love this story!
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Date: 2004-09-06 06:25 pm (UTC)Again, thank you!
And, while I'm here, I may as well say, there was another episode where Angel *did* vamp out. Blood Money. However, it was dark in the building, Lindsey didn't get a good view of the transformation, so we've ignored that. Yet, in canon, not much reaction to the difference was shown by Lindsey.
See? AU.
Canon and AU Lindsey question
Date: 2004-09-06 06:32 pm (UTC)Re: Canon and AU Lindsey question
Date: 2004-09-06 06:42 pm (UTC)First, the events of Blind Date left him as having faced his own death. He learned to mask his emotions in this episode. He did show disgust with Holland Manners on several occasions.
After that, the only times he ever expresses emotion, is with Darla. And she futher crushed his ego, didn't she?
Now, Angel. Ah, Angel. The only true emotions Lindsey ever wholeheartedly shows are toward him. It may be anger or rage or hate, but all of that is a two-sided coin, isn't it?
So, the answer is both.
Nothing fazes Lindsey, with the exception of Angel himself.
He maskes his emotions fairly well, also.
Re: Canon and AU Lindsey question
Date: 2004-09-06 06:47 pm (UTC)I have to say I never really give much thought to the episodes, as far as analyzing goes. Its only when I read fic that I start wondering about things that happened in canon.
Re: Canon and AU Lindsey question
Date: 2004-09-06 06:58 pm (UTC)*hugs you*