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menomegirlThis is Angel/Lindsey.
The Night Before
by Menomegirl
Summary: In the deep dark of the night, he slipped into Wolfram & Hart.
Rating: NC-17
Story Notes: Spoilers: S5, up to "Destiny"
Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, Etc.etc. This is only fanfiction, written for fun, not profit.
The Night Before
In the deep dark of the night, he slipped into Wolfram & Hart, knowing all the spells that were in place, and he couldn't be detected by either the senior partners or Angel himself. The wild goose chase Eve had sent the two vampires on had left her free to cast the last of the spells. He could come and go pretty much as he pleased, but Lindsey didn't want to push their luck. He still wasn't sure Angel didn't suspect Eve, after the Halloween party fiasco. Why hadn't the vampire smelled him on her? It was strange.
Stranger still was the reason Lindsey had snuck in here tonight. Eve had told him that the vampire was acting depressed, seemed vulnerable somehow, like he'd lost faith in himself. She didn't know if it had to do with losing Conner, Cordelia's continuing coma, or second thoughts about the firm, but she thought it was wearing Angel down. That wasn't good, wasn't good at all.
Lindsey didn't care for the sound of that, not one little bit. After all he himself had put the vampire through, it would be just about right that Angel would give up on the fight for good now. When Lindsey had a plan to crush the evil law firm for real this time. Then he wouldn't even get the satisfaction of throwing Angel's many snide remarks back in his face. So, Lindsey was here to....he wasn't entirely sure what he could do to help, but he had to try something.
He softly unlocked the door to Angel's suite, quietly entered, but that soon proved a wasted effort. The aroma of scotch hung heavily in the air, there were shards of broken glass on the carpet, and good God, Angel was passed out on the bed. Drunk. Out Cold. Down for the count.
"Well, fuck," Lindsey softly said, wondering how much alcohol the vampire had consumed to be in this state.
He walked over to where Angel was sprawled out, perplexed about what to do. He stared at the vampire's unmoving chest, the desire to just stake the undead asshole nearly getting the better of him. Not all that long ago, he would have. With no remorse whatsoever.
"Well, fuck," he said, repeating himself.
Then his heart almost stopped, because Angel opened his eyes. And saw him. "About time you showed up, Lindsey. What the fuck are you doing way over there?"
"Huh?" Seemed to be the only intelligent thing he could think to say, because his brain was saying This isn't possible! No one should be able to see past the cloaking spells.
Slurring his words a little, Angel said, "I said: Why are you over there?"
Noticing the unfocused look in the vampire's eyes, Lindsey realized he was still sleeping. He was sleep-walking....sleep-dreaming? Something. Or he thought he was still dreaming. Either way, Lindsey felt like a deer caught in a car's headlights. He was in a precarious position. One wrong move would upset all his carefully laid plans.
Shit! Now what? "Uh....where am I supposed to be?" He softly said, stalling for time, thinking furiously.
"In bed. With me. Fucking our brains out," Angel said.
That statement sucked the air out of the former lawyer's lungs, drove all thoughts out of his head, and pissed him off at the same time. "I'm not gay!" he almost shouted.
"Oh, is this gonna be one of those dreams where I have to seduce you?" Angel said, grinning.
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth!" Lindsey snarled, cloaking spells forgotten, the last couple of years washed away by the anger the vampire always managed to drive him to, the only thought in his head being Where is this shit coming from?
Angel was smirking now. "Oh. I see. You're afraid, that's what it is."
Lindsey bared his teeth as he ground out, "I am not afraid of you...you....you....asshole! I'm just not gay. That's all."
"Never said you were, Lindsey," Angel continued. "If you aren't afraid of me, then it's yourself you're afraid of. What's the matter? Scared to find out something about yourself you'd rather not know?"
That trapped feeling overcame him again, and now Lindsey wished like hell he hadn't come here. This was just so not Angel! What the fuck was his problem?
His brain had started thinking again, but his mouth kept going. "I know everything I need to about myself. I certainly don't need you to teach me anything, you....you....jerk off!"
"That so?" Angel drawled "If that's true, you'd come over here and prove that I don't move you at all."
"I don't have to prove anything to you!!!" Lindsey said, fuming with repressed rage.
"Well, then, why don't you prove it to yourself?" Angel suggested. "Unless you're too scared to?"
Enraged beyond the ability to think straight, Lindsey couldn't even answer. All he could do was......stalk over to the bed and crawl over Angel and take his face in his hands and kiss the asshole. Which didn't help, because when he broke the kiss, Angel said, "Damn, Linds, is that the best you can do?"
So of course, Lindsey kissed him again. And it might have ended right then, if he'd kept his mouth closed. But no, Lindsey just couldn't not do it, so he opened his mouth against Angel's, he kissed the vampire the way he would a woman.....and Lindsey found out he didn't know as much about himself as he'd assumed he did.
A sweet, hot feeling swept over his body when Angel's tongue met his. The longer the kiss went on, the hotter he got. By the time he had to come up for air, Lindsey was in shock, he was speechless, and he was also very hard. And Damn was all his brain would think, but he didn't have a chance to really think, because the vampire gently kissed him back, turning them over, so that he was leaning over Lindsey, who was too busy with the sensation of Angel to notice his shirt being pulled off.
Angel, apparently still sleep-dreaming, didn't seem to see the tattoos covering Lindsey. His hands wandered over all those taunt muscles, soothing, petting, arousing the man under him until Lindsey couldn't have formed a coherent thought if he'd tried. He had wound his fingers into Angel's hair, and he was rocking against the vampire's body now. He could feel Angel's erection, and he burned even hotter. Lindsey felt fingers at the snap of his jeans, and he didn't answer, just lifted his hips so the vampire could undress him as speedily as possible. The clothes couldn't come off fast enough for him now.
Then Angel was touching him again, following his hands with his mouth, and all Lindsey could do was try and keep breathing, arching into the touch taking him over, moaning softly, as the vampire began pumping the young man's erection, sliding his thump over the head to spread the pre-come welling there down the shaft, and Lindsey thought he was gonna die before he was done, the pleasure was so intense.
Angel moved back to Lindsey's mouth, kissing him, stroking him, making him crazy with need. He was so close...but then Angel's hand clamped the impending orgasm off, and Lindsey whimpered. The vampire whispered into his ear, "Now, I'm going to make you feel something you've never imagined." He gently kissed the young man under him, and asked, "You're not afraid now, are you?"
Lindsey whispered, "No."
Angel touched those pouty lips with the fingers of his free hand, slid them into Lindsey's mouth until just the tips were resting on the young man's teeth. "Bite down, hard. Make them bleed," Angel softly said, his eyes locked to the young man's. Lindsey bit down, Angel softly growled, and Lindsey bit down harder, until he felt the skin break under his teeth, tasted blood on his tongue. Angel looked at his fingers, smiled, and said, "Trust me?"
Lindsey said, "Al....alright."
The vampire kissed him gently, looked into his eyes once more, and said, "Spread your legs for me, Lindsey." The young man's eyes widened slightly, his heartbeat sped up, he looked at Angel for at least a minute, worry in his gaze.
"It won't hurt much, I promise," the vampire said. Lindsey licked his lips, disbelief running through him at how turned on he was by all of this, but he slowly did what Angel wanted him to. The rush he felt doing such a thing for Angel was so strong, it sent his senses reeling, and what little free will he had left, in this moment, was gone.
Then Angel was kissing him again, Lindsey stopped thinking once more, and he felt those fingers making lazy circles at his entrance. Angel moved to his ear, whispering, "Relax for me, Lindsey." A single finger slid inside, slowly, massaging, stretching, and he tried to relax. Second finger in, and Angel was kissing his neck, right where he'd bite....and heat started spiraling through Lindsey's body again.
He moaned, arched his whole body, the fingers went in deeper and he moaned, "Oh God!" as Angel touched something deep inside of him that sent bolts of pure pleasure running through him. The vampire kept doing it, and doing it, until Lindsey was writhing under him, begging for release, begging for the vampire not to stop, clutching the sheets, sweat gleaming on his hard body, until Angel felt he was high enough.
Then the vampire positioned Lindsey the way he wanted him, and oh-so-slowly slid into that beautiful body underneath his, until he was buried all the way in and Angel began a steady rocking movement, hitting the sweet spot every stroke. It didn't take long before Lindsey began moving in time with Angel, who was entranced with the expressions on that pretty face.
When Angel sensed Lindsey was near a breaking point, he finally eased his grip on the young man's erection, and started pumping it again. Lindsey went wild, bucking his body into the vampire's, screaming his name until he came, his body tensing, tightening around Angel until the vampire couldn't stand it, and the expression on the young man's face sent him over the edge.
Angel held still above Lindsey until they both stopped moving, until they both calmed down some. Then he kissed Lindsey one final time, softly said, "Told you so," pulling away from his former enemy, and crawled under the covers, closed his eyes, and was still again.
Lindsey lay there, until his heart beat slowed down, and then he got up, dressed as quickly as he could, then he fled as if Hell itself was on his heels, silently cursing himself, Angel, Eve, The Powers, the senior partners for what had just occurred. Why the fuck had he come here? What the fuck had just happened? No-he knew what happened- why the fuck had he let that happen?
As the confused and upset former lawyer left the building, Angel smiled into his pillow. Best damn Christmas present I ever had. Finally got some of that, he thought. Always knew he'd be good, but DAMN.
And he let his thoughts drift for awhile before he wondered about the tattoos. Oh, well. He'd think about that tomorrow. The vampire fell asleep, almost purring with contentment.
Lindsey had accomplished his mission, and didn't even know it.
~TBC~
The Night Before
by Menomegirl
Summary: In the deep dark of the night, he slipped into Wolfram & Hart.
Rating: NC-17
Story Notes: Spoilers: S5, up to "Destiny"
Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, Etc.etc. This is only fanfiction, written for fun, not profit.
The Night Before
In the deep dark of the night, he slipped into Wolfram & Hart, knowing all the spells that were in place, and he couldn't be detected by either the senior partners or Angel himself. The wild goose chase Eve had sent the two vampires on had left her free to cast the last of the spells. He could come and go pretty much as he pleased, but Lindsey didn't want to push their luck. He still wasn't sure Angel didn't suspect Eve, after the Halloween party fiasco. Why hadn't the vampire smelled him on her? It was strange.
Stranger still was the reason Lindsey had snuck in here tonight. Eve had told him that the vampire was acting depressed, seemed vulnerable somehow, like he'd lost faith in himself. She didn't know if it had to do with losing Conner, Cordelia's continuing coma, or second thoughts about the firm, but she thought it was wearing Angel down. That wasn't good, wasn't good at all.
Lindsey didn't care for the sound of that, not one little bit. After all he himself had put the vampire through, it would be just about right that Angel would give up on the fight for good now. When Lindsey had a plan to crush the evil law firm for real this time. Then he wouldn't even get the satisfaction of throwing Angel's many snide remarks back in his face. So, Lindsey was here to....he wasn't entirely sure what he could do to help, but he had to try something.
He softly unlocked the door to Angel's suite, quietly entered, but that soon proved a wasted effort. The aroma of scotch hung heavily in the air, there were shards of broken glass on the carpet, and good God, Angel was passed out on the bed. Drunk. Out Cold. Down for the count.
"Well, fuck," Lindsey softly said, wondering how much alcohol the vampire had consumed to be in this state.
He walked over to where Angel was sprawled out, perplexed about what to do. He stared at the vampire's unmoving chest, the desire to just stake the undead asshole nearly getting the better of him. Not all that long ago, he would have. With no remorse whatsoever.
"Well, fuck," he said, repeating himself.
Then his heart almost stopped, because Angel opened his eyes. And saw him. "About time you showed up, Lindsey. What the fuck are you doing way over there?"
"Huh?" Seemed to be the only intelligent thing he could think to say, because his brain was saying This isn't possible! No one should be able to see past the cloaking spells.
Slurring his words a little, Angel said, "I said: Why are you over there?"
Noticing the unfocused look in the vampire's eyes, Lindsey realized he was still sleeping. He was sleep-walking....sleep-dreaming? Something. Or he thought he was still dreaming. Either way, Lindsey felt like a deer caught in a car's headlights. He was in a precarious position. One wrong move would upset all his carefully laid plans.
Shit! Now what? "Uh....where am I supposed to be?" He softly said, stalling for time, thinking furiously.
"In bed. With me. Fucking our brains out," Angel said.
That statement sucked the air out of the former lawyer's lungs, drove all thoughts out of his head, and pissed him off at the same time. "I'm not gay!" he almost shouted.
"Oh, is this gonna be one of those dreams where I have to seduce you?" Angel said, grinning.
"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth!" Lindsey snarled, cloaking spells forgotten, the last couple of years washed away by the anger the vampire always managed to drive him to, the only thought in his head being Where is this shit coming from?
Angel was smirking now. "Oh. I see. You're afraid, that's what it is."
Lindsey bared his teeth as he ground out, "I am not afraid of you...you....you....asshole! I'm just not gay. That's all."
"Never said you were, Lindsey," Angel continued. "If you aren't afraid of me, then it's yourself you're afraid of. What's the matter? Scared to find out something about yourself you'd rather not know?"
That trapped feeling overcame him again, and now Lindsey wished like hell he hadn't come here. This was just so not Angel! What the fuck was his problem?
His brain had started thinking again, but his mouth kept going. "I know everything I need to about myself. I certainly don't need you to teach me anything, you....you....jerk off!"
"That so?" Angel drawled "If that's true, you'd come over here and prove that I don't move you at all."
"I don't have to prove anything to you!!!" Lindsey said, fuming with repressed rage.
"Well, then, why don't you prove it to yourself?" Angel suggested. "Unless you're too scared to?"
Enraged beyond the ability to think straight, Lindsey couldn't even answer. All he could do was......stalk over to the bed and crawl over Angel and take his face in his hands and kiss the asshole. Which didn't help, because when he broke the kiss, Angel said, "Damn, Linds, is that the best you can do?"
So of course, Lindsey kissed him again. And it might have ended right then, if he'd kept his mouth closed. But no, Lindsey just couldn't not do it, so he opened his mouth against Angel's, he kissed the vampire the way he would a woman.....and Lindsey found out he didn't know as much about himself as he'd assumed he did.
A sweet, hot feeling swept over his body when Angel's tongue met his. The longer the kiss went on, the hotter he got. By the time he had to come up for air, Lindsey was in shock, he was speechless, and he was also very hard. And Damn was all his brain would think, but he didn't have a chance to really think, because the vampire gently kissed him back, turning them over, so that he was leaning over Lindsey, who was too busy with the sensation of Angel to notice his shirt being pulled off.
Angel, apparently still sleep-dreaming, didn't seem to see the tattoos covering Lindsey. His hands wandered over all those taunt muscles, soothing, petting, arousing the man under him until Lindsey couldn't have formed a coherent thought if he'd tried. He had wound his fingers into Angel's hair, and he was rocking against the vampire's body now. He could feel Angel's erection, and he burned even hotter. Lindsey felt fingers at the snap of his jeans, and he didn't answer, just lifted his hips so the vampire could undress him as speedily as possible. The clothes couldn't come off fast enough for him now.
Then Angel was touching him again, following his hands with his mouth, and all Lindsey could do was try and keep breathing, arching into the touch taking him over, moaning softly, as the vampire began pumping the young man's erection, sliding his thump over the head to spread the pre-come welling there down the shaft, and Lindsey thought he was gonna die before he was done, the pleasure was so intense.
Angel moved back to Lindsey's mouth, kissing him, stroking him, making him crazy with need. He was so close...but then Angel's hand clamped the impending orgasm off, and Lindsey whimpered. The vampire whispered into his ear, "Now, I'm going to make you feel something you've never imagined." He gently kissed the young man under him, and asked, "You're not afraid now, are you?"
Lindsey whispered, "No."
Angel touched those pouty lips with the fingers of his free hand, slid them into Lindsey's mouth until just the tips were resting on the young man's teeth. "Bite down, hard. Make them bleed," Angel softly said, his eyes locked to the young man's. Lindsey bit down, Angel softly growled, and Lindsey bit down harder, until he felt the skin break under his teeth, tasted blood on his tongue. Angel looked at his fingers, smiled, and said, "Trust me?"
Lindsey said, "Al....alright."
The vampire kissed him gently, looked into his eyes once more, and said, "Spread your legs for me, Lindsey." The young man's eyes widened slightly, his heartbeat sped up, he looked at Angel for at least a minute, worry in his gaze.
"It won't hurt much, I promise," the vampire said. Lindsey licked his lips, disbelief running through him at how turned on he was by all of this, but he slowly did what Angel wanted him to. The rush he felt doing such a thing for Angel was so strong, it sent his senses reeling, and what little free will he had left, in this moment, was gone.
Then Angel was kissing him again, Lindsey stopped thinking once more, and he felt those fingers making lazy circles at his entrance. Angel moved to his ear, whispering, "Relax for me, Lindsey." A single finger slid inside, slowly, massaging, stretching, and he tried to relax. Second finger in, and Angel was kissing his neck, right where he'd bite....and heat started spiraling through Lindsey's body again.
He moaned, arched his whole body, the fingers went in deeper and he moaned, "Oh God!" as Angel touched something deep inside of him that sent bolts of pure pleasure running through him. The vampire kept doing it, and doing it, until Lindsey was writhing under him, begging for release, begging for the vampire not to stop, clutching the sheets, sweat gleaming on his hard body, until Angel felt he was high enough.
Then the vampire positioned Lindsey the way he wanted him, and oh-so-slowly slid into that beautiful body underneath his, until he was buried all the way in and Angel began a steady rocking movement, hitting the sweet spot every stroke. It didn't take long before Lindsey began moving in time with Angel, who was entranced with the expressions on that pretty face.
When Angel sensed Lindsey was near a breaking point, he finally eased his grip on the young man's erection, and started pumping it again. Lindsey went wild, bucking his body into the vampire's, screaming his name until he came, his body tensing, tightening around Angel until the vampire couldn't stand it, and the expression on the young man's face sent him over the edge.
Angel held still above Lindsey until they both stopped moving, until they both calmed down some. Then he kissed Lindsey one final time, softly said, "Told you so," pulling away from his former enemy, and crawled under the covers, closed his eyes, and was still again.
Lindsey lay there, until his heart beat slowed down, and then he got up, dressed as quickly as he could, then he fled as if Hell itself was on his heels, silently cursing himself, Angel, Eve, The Powers, the senior partners for what had just occurred. Why the fuck had he come here? What the fuck had just happened? No-he knew what happened- why the fuck had he let that happen?
As the confused and upset former lawyer left the building, Angel smiled into his pillow. Best damn Christmas present I ever had. Finally got some of that, he thought. Always knew he'd be good, but DAMN.
And he let his thoughts drift for awhile before he wondered about the tattoos. Oh, well. He'd think about that tomorrow. The vampire fell asleep, almost purring with contentment.
Lindsey had accomplished his mission, and didn't even know it.
~TBC~
