The Holiday Series
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menomegirlPart 7 of the Holiday series:
Elemental Magic
by Menomegirl
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Summary: Magic always has consequences. Always.
Rating: NC-17
Story Notes: Distribution: If you want it, I don't care.
Disclaimer: Joss, Me, Etc.own everything. I only amuse myself and others.
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The last week had been chaotic for Lindsey. Between the ever constant spell casting to keep his glamor alive, dodging questions from Eve about the increasing number of hours he'd gone missing, and spending as much time as he could with Angel, Lindsey was damn near wore out. He needed sleep in the worst way, so he'd lied to Eve (again), made his way to Angel's suite (without the vampire's knowledge), and fell on the bed, fully clothed. Surrounding himself in the scent of Angel, feeling safer here more than he'd felt anywhere for years, Lindsey was asleep in no time.
He was still out when Angel made his way to his rooms late that night. Covered in demon gore, from head to foot, he'd still had to convince his friends he wanted nothing more than a shower, some sleep, some peace and quite. He wasn't up to the New Year's Eve party they were attending. They'd thankfully relented, letting him go his own way. He had not been expecting Lindsey to show up tonight, so he was pleasantly surprised to find him in his bed.
Angel looked down at his lover, a slight smile on his lips. The man had taken his boots off, crawled under the covers, and he held a pillow to his chest, face buried in it, almost as if he was holding the vampire in his arms. The sight touched something deep within Angel, and he let himself feel it, having learned in the past week that he didn't need to fear for his soul this time.
He headed to the shower, thinking how that could have come to be. This last week, he'd come to know many things about his lover he'd either never cared to find out before....or just hadn't cared about at all. He'd learned about the childhood misery he'd scorned years earlier, how it had shaped Lindsey, made him into what he was. He'd learned how the lawyer had come to despise himself while working for Wolfram & Hart, how dirty he'd felt. Lindsey was slowly opening up to Angel, but it was a slow, painful process. Angel still didn't know what he'd been doing the last couple of years, or even where he'd been. Or what he was doing here now, not for sure. Lindsey didn't seem inclined to talk about it, and Angel wasn't going to push it.
Angel had been afraid of his feelings, at first. They were so strong, and he was experienced enough to know that was because he'd held them inside for years. He'd convinced himself all this time it was dislike he felt for Lindsey. Now he knew he'd only been afraid to let his friends know he'd fallen for someone to this day they still considered the enemy. Who may even still be, for all the vampire knew.
As he showered, Angel considered the very real possibility that Lindsey was playing him. Yet, he dismissed that theory once again as improbable. Not even to fuck with his mind would the Lindsey he'd known as evil done the things he had since Christmas Eve. Not even to settle a score. Angel had looked into those blue eyes, seen blatant honesty there too often in the last week to believe that.
And, quite frankly, he didn't want to entertain the thought of Lindsey being still evil. Because that one night he'd had with Buffy was nothing compared to what he had with Lindsey. To touch Lindsey so intimately, to hold his warmth so close to his own body, to feel that beautiful hard body pulsate with life while they made love, the look in his lover's eyes when he came.....these were the things Angel had come to want with every fiber of his being.
As he was drying off, Angel wondered why the Powers That Be were allowing this. If indeed, they even were aware of the situation. Those tattoos Lindsey now sported....Angel had not questioned him about them. But he knew they were some sort of cloaking spell, preventing him from the notice of the Senior Partners, from virtually everyone. The vampire suspected they were to have to shielded Lindsey from himself, as well.
But magic always came with consequences. Always. He just wasn't sure what they were for Lindsey, but he also knew without doubt.....it was the tattoos keeping Angelus from emerging. Would Lindsey have marked his body that way, knowing that in doing so, he was turning himself into the anchor for Angel's soul? The vampire had no illusions about that question. No way in Hell would Lindsey have done it knowingly. Even if he had changed for the better.
Angel walked toward the bed, rubbing his hair as dry as he could, silently contemplating his next move. He could wake Lindsey up, start bickering with him on account of his invasion of the vampire's sleeping space, make the former lawyer so speechless with rage, he'd begin saying things he didn't mean to. That would be fun, Lindsey smelled fantastic all riled up, and he never failed to say something vastly amusing or interesting to know. His accent really came out then, and the sound of it drove Angel insane. Of course, then he'd be forced to tackle Lindsey to the floor. Angel had found his lover wasn't afraid of a little rough and ready, either as the giver or the taker. But he decided, looking at him asleep, that wasn't what he wanted this time.
He dropped the towel, gently slid into the bed next to the man in it, and slowly removed the pillow. He could feel the heat coming off Lindsey. It excited and intoxicated Angel. He snuggled right up to the young man, feeling his body heat, wanting it, wanting him, and the vampire softly began kissing him awake. Lindsey began responding before he even opened his eyes, opening his mouth, letting Angel in, softly moaning into the kiss. His arms curled around the vampire, pulling him closer. Angel made a purring noise deep in his chest. Lindsey's eyes opened, lazy with sleep, and he smiled. "Hey, you," he softly said.
"Hey," Angel whispered back, loving the drowsy look in those deep blue eyes. God, if my heart could beat, it'd be pounding right now. He kissed him again, nearly breathless this time, only letting him come up for air because he had to. Lindsey was rubbing his back, in small, slow movements....still sleepy, languid even....in that you woke me up to make love to me way. This was the first time Angel had done it. He couldn't even recall how long it had been since he'd last done this.
Angel rolled him onto his back, removing the t-shirt along the way, kissing his way down Lindsey's neck, nipping at his Adam's apple, touching him softly with his hands, and Lindsey was softly moaning, burning hot already. He could hear the man's heart rate speeding up by the second, could smell the arousal in the air. He gently bit and licked the hurt away from those light beige nipples, inducing "Aw, fuck," out of Lindsey, who had started rocking up into Angel.
He vampire then did something he hadn't done yet. He acknowledged the tattoos by slowly tracing the pattern of each one with his mouth, tongue, and gently teasing teeth. He could feel the magic under his mouth, in the man under him, and he gloried in it. Lindsey was mystified as to why Angel was doing it, but found he didn't care, because it just felt too damn good. He had become an inferno, and the coolness of that mouth was all he knew.
Angel licked at the small hollow of Lindsey's belly button, while he unzipped the jeans, teasing the throbbing hardness that lived there. "Angel....please," Lindsey hoarsely moaned. "Mmm," Angel hummed into Lindsey's navel, causing the young man to jerk upwards. He slid the jeans slowly down, until they were off, and threw them across the room.
The vampire then started licking, kissing, touching his way up Lindsey's body with the same thoroughness he'd shown his torso. The young man was panting, clutching the sheets, a sheen of sweat was covering his body, but he was trying to hold on. When Angel started on the inside of his thighs, Lindsey started moaning from deep inside, and Angel reached for the lube he'd set aside. Lindsey sighed.
Angel smiled against the overheated flesh. And he didn't stop, traveling upward to lick along his perineum, then gently, so, so gently, he sucked Lindsey's balls into his mouth. "Holy fuck," he heard whispered. He could feel the tightening in his mouth. He caressed Lindsey's legs until he relaxed again. While he was distracted, Angel slicked his fingers with lube, and then he released Lindsey from his mouth, and the young man sighed. Angel smiled again.
He started teasing all around the young man's weeping, raging erection, prompting Lindsey to whimper. "Angel, please.....I can't......can't hang on," he whispered. "Yes, you can. Do it for me, lover," the vampire softly said. Lindsey softly growled. This hanging fire shit sucked. He didn't have the stamina Angel did, for fuck's sake. But at least, Angel finally took him in his hand, had started stroking him slowly. But his relief was short-lived, because Angel suddenly slid a lube slick finger inside him, and "Oh, bastard," Lindsey groaned.
Angel chuckled. "Not fucking funny," Lindsey muttered. His knuckles had gone white where he was clutching the sheets. Angel wiggled another finger inside, stretching Lindsey, opening him as he moved them deeper, twisting them until he found the sweet spot. He pressed into it gently.
Lindsey screamed, "Angel, fuck, god please!"
"Please what?" Angel smoothly said. God, he loved it when Lindsey lost it like this. "Tell me what you want, lover." He rubbed in a lazy circle, knowing the man under him both loved and hated it at the same time. Angel just knew Lindsey would want to be fucked, and he was surprised when he said, "I want.....I want you to suck me until I come, then I want...oh fuck, Angel," he moaned as the fingers dug into the gland, "I want you....want you to fuck me....and fuck me....and fuck me.....until I can't move."
Angel growled, a low sound, but it made Lindsey shiver with arousal. And the vampire knew how far out on the edge he was, couldn't believe he'd asked for more, but fuck...this is what you wanted......so, Angel maneuvered a little, and whispered, "All right, Linds," right before he started teasing Lindsey's erection itself. He licked, nipped, and moved his hand on it, while his fingers moved inside of his lover. He wanted Lindsey ready for this. More ready than he'd been before.
Angel took Lindsey into his mouth at the same time he pulled his fingers out, and the "Uhhhhh," that came out of Lindsey sounded like both a plea and gratification at once. He awkwardly lubricated his fingers again, it was kind of hard one handed, while he slowly started sucking on Lindsey, who was moaning, fighting against the urge to thrust up, then he slid three fingers in, giving Lindsey no time to adjust, as he pulled him down into his throat.
Lindsey moaned, "Angel....oh god....feels so good.....fuck...." Yeah, Lindsey liked that, Angel could tell. He scissored his fingers, still getting him ready, while he touched that spot again and again. Lindsey was writhing under him now, he was thrusting, moaning, and the vampire knew he'd had enough. He pressed his nail deeply into Lindsey's gland, and the pleasure/pain sent the young man over the edge. The scream that came out of Lindsey was damn near primal.
He held onto Lindsey as he bucked his hips, thrusting as hard as he could, as he came. Angel sucked until Lindsey was spent, his body sated, relaxed the way Angel wanted him. He let Lindsey slip from his mouth, and continued rubbing circles on the sweet spot. Angel shoved a pillow under Lindsey, who was still in post orgasmic haze, he pulled his fingers out, Lindsey moaned at the loss, the vampire positioned his lover, and he slid into that hard body with one smooth stroke.
Lindsey hissed "Yessss," and Angel felt a strange disorienting sensation in his head. He felt as if Lindsey had just opened himself in some strange way he hadn't until now. For a few seconds, he was afraid....but then Lindsey begged him, "Please, Angel, please....don't stop. Don't stop...."
He shook off the feeling, and he just had to move, he wanted to be slow.....
But Lindsey started moving with him, squeezing him, he was going wild again, Angel hadn't wanted that......he leaned down just the tiniest bit, pressing further inside of that hard body, and whispered, "Fight it, Lindsey. Calm down."
"Can't.....fuck, Angel....I can't," Lindsey ground out. "Just wanna.....move.....harder, Angel.....deeper. Ooooh....fuck, please....harder.."
So Angel did move a little harder, a little faster. He shifted Lindsey until he was buried all the way in, the angle changed, and he was now hitting Lindsey's prostate with every stroke. "Oh, fuck, Lindsey," Angel growled when Lindsey clenched his inner muscles. He started just pounding into him.....he couldn't help it. "Tell me what this feels like, Lindsey. Tell me how much you like it."
Lindsey arched his body, straining now, wanting more. "Feels.... so damn..... good,.... Angel," he panted, words coming out as moans. "Want....you..inside....so much."
Angel felt the rush of approaching orgasm. Lindsey beat him there, but by seconds only. Lindsey's climax triggered his own. Angel rolled them over so he wouldn't collapse onto Lindsey, who had passed out. Again.
This time, so did Angel.
~TBC~
Elemental Magic
by Menomegirl
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Summary: Magic always has consequences. Always.
Rating: NC-17
Story Notes: Distribution: If you want it, I don't care.
Disclaimer: Joss, Me, Etc.own everything. I only amuse myself and others.
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The last week had been chaotic for Lindsey. Between the ever constant spell casting to keep his glamor alive, dodging questions from Eve about the increasing number of hours he'd gone missing, and spending as much time as he could with Angel, Lindsey was damn near wore out. He needed sleep in the worst way, so he'd lied to Eve (again), made his way to Angel's suite (without the vampire's knowledge), and fell on the bed, fully clothed. Surrounding himself in the scent of Angel, feeling safer here more than he'd felt anywhere for years, Lindsey was asleep in no time.
He was still out when Angel made his way to his rooms late that night. Covered in demon gore, from head to foot, he'd still had to convince his friends he wanted nothing more than a shower, some sleep, some peace and quite. He wasn't up to the New Year's Eve party they were attending. They'd thankfully relented, letting him go his own way. He had not been expecting Lindsey to show up tonight, so he was pleasantly surprised to find him in his bed.
Angel looked down at his lover, a slight smile on his lips. The man had taken his boots off, crawled under the covers, and he held a pillow to his chest, face buried in it, almost as if he was holding the vampire in his arms. The sight touched something deep within Angel, and he let himself feel it, having learned in the past week that he didn't need to fear for his soul this time.
He headed to the shower, thinking how that could have come to be. This last week, he'd come to know many things about his lover he'd either never cared to find out before....or just hadn't cared about at all. He'd learned about the childhood misery he'd scorned years earlier, how it had shaped Lindsey, made him into what he was. He'd learned how the lawyer had come to despise himself while working for Wolfram & Hart, how dirty he'd felt. Lindsey was slowly opening up to Angel, but it was a slow, painful process. Angel still didn't know what he'd been doing the last couple of years, or even where he'd been. Or what he was doing here now, not for sure. Lindsey didn't seem inclined to talk about it, and Angel wasn't going to push it.
Angel had been afraid of his feelings, at first. They were so strong, and he was experienced enough to know that was because he'd held them inside for years. He'd convinced himself all this time it was dislike he felt for Lindsey. Now he knew he'd only been afraid to let his friends know he'd fallen for someone to this day they still considered the enemy. Who may even still be, for all the vampire knew.
As he showered, Angel considered the very real possibility that Lindsey was playing him. Yet, he dismissed that theory once again as improbable. Not even to fuck with his mind would the Lindsey he'd known as evil done the things he had since Christmas Eve. Not even to settle a score. Angel had looked into those blue eyes, seen blatant honesty there too often in the last week to believe that.
And, quite frankly, he didn't want to entertain the thought of Lindsey being still evil. Because that one night he'd had with Buffy was nothing compared to what he had with Lindsey. To touch Lindsey so intimately, to hold his warmth so close to his own body, to feel that beautiful hard body pulsate with life while they made love, the look in his lover's eyes when he came.....these were the things Angel had come to want with every fiber of his being.
As he was drying off, Angel wondered why the Powers That Be were allowing this. If indeed, they even were aware of the situation. Those tattoos Lindsey now sported....Angel had not questioned him about them. But he knew they were some sort of cloaking spell, preventing him from the notice of the Senior Partners, from virtually everyone. The vampire suspected they were to have to shielded Lindsey from himself, as well.
But magic always came with consequences. Always. He just wasn't sure what they were for Lindsey, but he also knew without doubt.....it was the tattoos keeping Angelus from emerging. Would Lindsey have marked his body that way, knowing that in doing so, he was turning himself into the anchor for Angel's soul? The vampire had no illusions about that question. No way in Hell would Lindsey have done it knowingly. Even if he had changed for the better.
Angel walked toward the bed, rubbing his hair as dry as he could, silently contemplating his next move. He could wake Lindsey up, start bickering with him on account of his invasion of the vampire's sleeping space, make the former lawyer so speechless with rage, he'd begin saying things he didn't mean to. That would be fun, Lindsey smelled fantastic all riled up, and he never failed to say something vastly amusing or interesting to know. His accent really came out then, and the sound of it drove Angel insane. Of course, then he'd be forced to tackle Lindsey to the floor. Angel had found his lover wasn't afraid of a little rough and ready, either as the giver or the taker. But he decided, looking at him asleep, that wasn't what he wanted this time.
He dropped the towel, gently slid into the bed next to the man in it, and slowly removed the pillow. He could feel the heat coming off Lindsey. It excited and intoxicated Angel. He snuggled right up to the young man, feeling his body heat, wanting it, wanting him, and the vampire softly began kissing him awake. Lindsey began responding before he even opened his eyes, opening his mouth, letting Angel in, softly moaning into the kiss. His arms curled around the vampire, pulling him closer. Angel made a purring noise deep in his chest. Lindsey's eyes opened, lazy with sleep, and he smiled. "Hey, you," he softly said.
"Hey," Angel whispered back, loving the drowsy look in those deep blue eyes. God, if my heart could beat, it'd be pounding right now. He kissed him again, nearly breathless this time, only letting him come up for air because he had to. Lindsey was rubbing his back, in small, slow movements....still sleepy, languid even....in that you woke me up to make love to me way. This was the first time Angel had done it. He couldn't even recall how long it had been since he'd last done this.
Angel rolled him onto his back, removing the t-shirt along the way, kissing his way down Lindsey's neck, nipping at his Adam's apple, touching him softly with his hands, and Lindsey was softly moaning, burning hot already. He could hear the man's heart rate speeding up by the second, could smell the arousal in the air. He gently bit and licked the hurt away from those light beige nipples, inducing "Aw, fuck," out of Lindsey, who had started rocking up into Angel.
He vampire then did something he hadn't done yet. He acknowledged the tattoos by slowly tracing the pattern of each one with his mouth, tongue, and gently teasing teeth. He could feel the magic under his mouth, in the man under him, and he gloried in it. Lindsey was mystified as to why Angel was doing it, but found he didn't care, because it just felt too damn good. He had become an inferno, and the coolness of that mouth was all he knew.
Angel licked at the small hollow of Lindsey's belly button, while he unzipped the jeans, teasing the throbbing hardness that lived there. "Angel....please," Lindsey hoarsely moaned. "Mmm," Angel hummed into Lindsey's navel, causing the young man to jerk upwards. He slid the jeans slowly down, until they were off, and threw them across the room.
The vampire then started licking, kissing, touching his way up Lindsey's body with the same thoroughness he'd shown his torso. The young man was panting, clutching the sheets, a sheen of sweat was covering his body, but he was trying to hold on. When Angel started on the inside of his thighs, Lindsey started moaning from deep inside, and Angel reached for the lube he'd set aside. Lindsey sighed.
Angel smiled against the overheated flesh. And he didn't stop, traveling upward to lick along his perineum, then gently, so, so gently, he sucked Lindsey's balls into his mouth. "Holy fuck," he heard whispered. He could feel the tightening in his mouth. He caressed Lindsey's legs until he relaxed again. While he was distracted, Angel slicked his fingers with lube, and then he released Lindsey from his mouth, and the young man sighed. Angel smiled again.
He started teasing all around the young man's weeping, raging erection, prompting Lindsey to whimper. "Angel, please.....I can't......can't hang on," he whispered. "Yes, you can. Do it for me, lover," the vampire softly said. Lindsey softly growled. This hanging fire shit sucked. He didn't have the stamina Angel did, for fuck's sake. But at least, Angel finally took him in his hand, had started stroking him slowly. But his relief was short-lived, because Angel suddenly slid a lube slick finger inside him, and "Oh, bastard," Lindsey groaned.
Angel chuckled. "Not fucking funny," Lindsey muttered. His knuckles had gone white where he was clutching the sheets. Angel wiggled another finger inside, stretching Lindsey, opening him as he moved them deeper, twisting them until he found the sweet spot. He pressed into it gently.
Lindsey screamed, "Angel, fuck, god please!"
"Please what?" Angel smoothly said. God, he loved it when Lindsey lost it like this. "Tell me what you want, lover." He rubbed in a lazy circle, knowing the man under him both loved and hated it at the same time. Angel just knew Lindsey would want to be fucked, and he was surprised when he said, "I want.....I want you to suck me until I come, then I want...oh fuck, Angel," he moaned as the fingers dug into the gland, "I want you....want you to fuck me....and fuck me....and fuck me.....until I can't move."
Angel growled, a low sound, but it made Lindsey shiver with arousal. And the vampire knew how far out on the edge he was, couldn't believe he'd asked for more, but fuck...this is what you wanted......so, Angel maneuvered a little, and whispered, "All right, Linds," right before he started teasing Lindsey's erection itself. He licked, nipped, and moved his hand on it, while his fingers moved inside of his lover. He wanted Lindsey ready for this. More ready than he'd been before.
Angel took Lindsey into his mouth at the same time he pulled his fingers out, and the "Uhhhhh," that came out of Lindsey sounded like both a plea and gratification at once. He awkwardly lubricated his fingers again, it was kind of hard one handed, while he slowly started sucking on Lindsey, who was moaning, fighting against the urge to thrust up, then he slid three fingers in, giving Lindsey no time to adjust, as he pulled him down into his throat.
Lindsey moaned, "Angel....oh god....feels so good.....fuck...." Yeah, Lindsey liked that, Angel could tell. He scissored his fingers, still getting him ready, while he touched that spot again and again. Lindsey was writhing under him now, he was thrusting, moaning, and the vampire knew he'd had enough. He pressed his nail deeply into Lindsey's gland, and the pleasure/pain sent the young man over the edge. The scream that came out of Lindsey was damn near primal.
He held onto Lindsey as he bucked his hips, thrusting as hard as he could, as he came. Angel sucked until Lindsey was spent, his body sated, relaxed the way Angel wanted him. He let Lindsey slip from his mouth, and continued rubbing circles on the sweet spot. Angel shoved a pillow under Lindsey, who was still in post orgasmic haze, he pulled his fingers out, Lindsey moaned at the loss, the vampire positioned his lover, and he slid into that hard body with one smooth stroke.
Lindsey hissed "Yessss," and Angel felt a strange disorienting sensation in his head. He felt as if Lindsey had just opened himself in some strange way he hadn't until now. For a few seconds, he was afraid....but then Lindsey begged him, "Please, Angel, please....don't stop. Don't stop...."
He shook off the feeling, and he just had to move, he wanted to be slow.....
But Lindsey started moving with him, squeezing him, he was going wild again, Angel hadn't wanted that......he leaned down just the tiniest bit, pressing further inside of that hard body, and whispered, "Fight it, Lindsey. Calm down."
"Can't.....fuck, Angel....I can't," Lindsey ground out. "Just wanna.....move.....harder, Angel.....deeper. Ooooh....fuck, please....harder.."
So Angel did move a little harder, a little faster. He shifted Lindsey until he was buried all the way in, the angle changed, and he was now hitting Lindsey's prostate with every stroke. "Oh, fuck, Lindsey," Angel growled when Lindsey clenched his inner muscles. He started just pounding into him.....he couldn't help it. "Tell me what this feels like, Lindsey. Tell me how much you like it."
Lindsey arched his body, straining now, wanting more. "Feels.... so damn..... good,.... Angel," he panted, words coming out as moans. "Want....you..inside....so much."
Angel felt the rush of approaching orgasm. Lindsey beat him there, but by seconds only. Lindsey's climax triggered his own. Angel rolled them over so he wouldn't collapse onto Lindsey, who had passed out. Again.
This time, so did Angel.
~TBC~