The Holiday Series
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menomegirlPart 12 of the Holiday series:
A New Sense
by Menomegirl
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Summary: Lindsey and Angel meet with Spike; Lindsey reveals something. Angel's not pleased.
Rating: NC-17
Story Notes: Spoilers: S5, up to "Soul Purpose"
Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, Etc.etc. This is only fanfiction, written for fun, not profit.
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Lindsey didn't realize what had been bothering him until they were actually in Angel's office. Walking into the clean, nearly sterile environment is what did it. He spent a few moments just inhaling the fragrance of leather, office supplies, and the faint-but-always present aroma of blood. The smell was nearly pearly white perfect in comparison to the smell of sex that now filled Angel's suite.
It was a scent he'd lived with for several weeks now, so he hadn't thought too much about why the scent should be any more pronounced to him now. Yet, it was more pronounced. The fact was, he could smell the sex on Angel, despite the shower they'd had. Underneath the aromas of expensive soap, shampoo, grooming products, Lindsey could smell himself all over the vampire. And it was making him crazy.
Angel looked at Lindsey, who had a strange yet familiar look on his face. As if he was trying to remember something, like it was *right there*, but he was missing it. "Something wrong, Lin?" Angel asked.
"Not really. It's just...." Lindsey broke off, thinking of how to word it.
"What?" Angel said.
"You smell like we just had sex," Lindsey blurted out.
Angel chuckled. "We did just have sex, Lindsey. Several times. But there's no way you can smell it."
"But I do smell it, Angel," Lindsey replied. "I can tell you don't drink strictly pig's blood anymore, I can smell that you've killed demons in here.......God, it even smells like a man peed in your office."
"Oh, hey!," Angel said. "That must be the aspect of Angelus you received. A vampire's heightened sense of smell."
Lindsey looked over to the couch, a smirk on his face. He glanced back at Angel. "You had sex with Eve behind that couch, didn't you? You came several times."
If Angel could've blushed, he would have. "Uh....yes?" He said, unsure how Lindsey would react.
Lindsey snorted. "Damn bitch told me it was *Only one time, Lindsey baby*."
Angel grinned. "Well....she didn't lie.....exactly."
"Humph," Lindsey muttered, not sure what he felt at the moment. Eve was supposed to be his girlfriend. Angel was his lover. *Oh, yeah. My life just gets stranger by the second, man*.
"If it helps any, I was thinking of you.....after the first few minutes, anyway," Angel softly said.
That made Lindsey laugh out loud. "You're kidding me, right?"
"No, I did. I could smell your scent on her. It drove me nuts, Lindsey," Angel said, smiling.
"Huh, really? So when I showed up Christmas Eve, you were like...........I think I'll fuck Lindsey now?" He asked, smiling back at the vampire.
"No!," Angel said. "At first, I just wanted to see if I could make you off-balanced enough to entertain me. I was quite inebriated, you know."
Lindsey laughed again. Then he said, "You know, Angel....if I can smell myself on you, Spike will, too. He'll know I fucked you. How do you feel about that?"
The vampire shrugged. "I don't care about that, Lin. It's not his business, anyway. Hey, don't you have to do some spell, so Spike can see you?"
"Nah," Lindsey said. "I just have to want him to see me, no big deal. Otherwise..." He didn't get the chance to finish, because Angel had moved faster than Lindsey'd ever seen before, and his lips were being kissed. His body was pressed up against Angel's. He wasn't sure just what had provoked the response, but he wasn't going to protest, not while that talented tongue was playing with his. Lindsey arched into Angel's embrace, moaned into his mouth.
"Bloody Hell, don't you two ever come up for air?"
Angel laughed into the kiss, pulled away from Lindsey and muttered, "Don't you knock, boy?"
"What the hell for? It's more fun just walking in on you, mate," Spike said.
Angel moved to lean on his desk, giving Spike full view of Lindsey, who was grinning at Angel, a blush staining his face.
Spike's face lit up in a positively evil grin. He sauntered over to stand in front of the young man. He walked around Lindsey, who crossed his arms, and stood unfazed at the inspection. When the vampire had circled back around to face him, Lindsey raised one eyebrow in inquiry. Spike took in the sight of Lindsey, the build of his body, the hair, the earrings, the face.......and he grinned. "No, you're definitely not a girly-boy. You're awful pretty, though....Lindsey, was it?"
"Yeah, it's Lindsey," the young man said. "Nice to finally meet you, Spike."
"Ooh, listen to that voice. As smooth as honey and as rough as sand," Spike said, getting closer so he could really smell Lindsey. "Um.....you smell so good. Angel, can I play with him, too?"
"No!" Angel and Lindsey said in unison.
"Oh, no fair! I wanna play, too," Spike said.
"Well, you can play all you want," Angel said. "Just not with Lindsey, and I mean it, Spike."
"I don't do that kind of thing, man" Lindsey said.
Spike raised an eyebrow, glanced at Angel, then back at Lindsey. "Smells like you do to me, Sunshine."
Lindsey gave Spike an evil look. "What's between Angel and I is not your affair, Spike."
"No, it's really not, is it? But yet....it is, sort of," Spike said. "Seeing as he has the curse and all. But....looking in your eyes.........I can tell that's not going to be a problem. I can see part of him in you, mate. Your souls.........they truly are connected, aren't they?"
"Yeah, they are," Lindsey answered.
"Did you do it to help or hurt him, Lindsey?" Spike said. "Not that I much care either way.....I'm just curious."
"I knew it was going to happen....just didn't know it would end up the way it has, and none of this is your business, Spike," Lindsey said.
"Again, really not," Spike agreed. "Just wanted to ask before I took off."
"Took off for where," Angel asked.
Spike gave the other vampire a level look. "You know where, Angel."
Angel sighed. "Don't take the Viper, Spike."
Lindsey knew this was about the slayer. Angel looked......resigned. He looked.......like he didn't care. And that told Lindsey he very much did care. It hurt him, and he reacted to the situation without thinking. As Spike turned to walk away, Lindsey said," Hey Spike, got any interesting mail lately?"
Spike stopped dead on the spot. He turned back to glare at the young man. "Who the bloody hell are you?" he said.
"Just someone trying to redeem myself," Lindsey replied.
"You saying you're the one who sent the box?" Spike asked.
Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"I take that to mean you sent the amulet, too," Spike sneered.
"Couldn't leave your spirit trapped in a bauble at the bottom of a hellmouth, could we?" Lindsey replied.
"Lindsey...." Angel started, only to cut himself off at the look of fury Lindsey gave him.
"What did you do all this for?" Spike said.
Lindsey said, "You have a destiny, Spike. But you have to choose it. Are you going to chase after the past, like some others keep doing..........or go into the future..........serve your own best interests or.......be somebody who matters?"
"Lindsey, why would you say that?" Angel said, knowing what he'd meant.
Lindsey walked toward the door, too upset, the effort to continue the conversation suddenly too overwhelming.........but as he opened the door to leave, he just had to say it.
"Nothing's ever gonna be good enough, is it? You're always going to be the bastard who cut my hand off. I'll forever be the man who killed Darla, won't I? And you'll never, never, never get over that damn slayer, will you?" With that, Lindsey walked out.
Angel moved to prevent him from leaving, and Spike stopped him.
~TBC~
A New Sense
by Menomegirl
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Summary: Lindsey and Angel meet with Spike; Lindsey reveals something. Angel's not pleased.
Rating: NC-17
Story Notes: Spoilers: S5, up to "Soul Purpose"
Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Joss Whedon, ME, Etc.etc. This is only fanfiction, written for fun, not profit.
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Lindsey didn't realize what had been bothering him until they were actually in Angel's office. Walking into the clean, nearly sterile environment is what did it. He spent a few moments just inhaling the fragrance of leather, office supplies, and the faint-but-always present aroma of blood. The smell was nearly pearly white perfect in comparison to the smell of sex that now filled Angel's suite.
It was a scent he'd lived with for several weeks now, so he hadn't thought too much about why the scent should be any more pronounced to him now. Yet, it was more pronounced. The fact was, he could smell the sex on Angel, despite the shower they'd had. Underneath the aromas of expensive soap, shampoo, grooming products, Lindsey could smell himself all over the vampire. And it was making him crazy.
Angel looked at Lindsey, who had a strange yet familiar look on his face. As if he was trying to remember something, like it was *right there*, but he was missing it. "Something wrong, Lin?" Angel asked.
"Not really. It's just...." Lindsey broke off, thinking of how to word it.
"What?" Angel said.
"You smell like we just had sex," Lindsey blurted out.
Angel chuckled. "We did just have sex, Lindsey. Several times. But there's no way you can smell it."
"But I do smell it, Angel," Lindsey replied. "I can tell you don't drink strictly pig's blood anymore, I can smell that you've killed demons in here.......God, it even smells like a man peed in your office."
"Oh, hey!," Angel said. "That must be the aspect of Angelus you received. A vampire's heightened sense of smell."
Lindsey looked over to the couch, a smirk on his face. He glanced back at Angel. "You had sex with Eve behind that couch, didn't you? You came several times."
If Angel could've blushed, he would have. "Uh....yes?" He said, unsure how Lindsey would react.
Lindsey snorted. "Damn bitch told me it was *Only one time, Lindsey baby*."
Angel grinned. "Well....she didn't lie.....exactly."
"Humph," Lindsey muttered, not sure what he felt at the moment. Eve was supposed to be his girlfriend. Angel was his lover. *Oh, yeah. My life just gets stranger by the second, man*.
"If it helps any, I was thinking of you.....after the first few minutes, anyway," Angel softly said.
That made Lindsey laugh out loud. "You're kidding me, right?"
"No, I did. I could smell your scent on her. It drove me nuts, Lindsey," Angel said, smiling.
"Huh, really? So when I showed up Christmas Eve, you were like...........I think I'll fuck Lindsey now?" He asked, smiling back at the vampire.
"No!," Angel said. "At first, I just wanted to see if I could make you off-balanced enough to entertain me. I was quite inebriated, you know."
Lindsey laughed again. Then he said, "You know, Angel....if I can smell myself on you, Spike will, too. He'll know I fucked you. How do you feel about that?"
The vampire shrugged. "I don't care about that, Lin. It's not his business, anyway. Hey, don't you have to do some spell, so Spike can see you?"
"Nah," Lindsey said. "I just have to want him to see me, no big deal. Otherwise..." He didn't get the chance to finish, because Angel had moved faster than Lindsey'd ever seen before, and his lips were being kissed. His body was pressed up against Angel's. He wasn't sure just what had provoked the response, but he wasn't going to protest, not while that talented tongue was playing with his. Lindsey arched into Angel's embrace, moaned into his mouth.
"Bloody Hell, don't you two ever come up for air?"
Angel laughed into the kiss, pulled away from Lindsey and muttered, "Don't you knock, boy?"
"What the hell for? It's more fun just walking in on you, mate," Spike said.
Angel moved to lean on his desk, giving Spike full view of Lindsey, who was grinning at Angel, a blush staining his face.
Spike's face lit up in a positively evil grin. He sauntered over to stand in front of the young man. He walked around Lindsey, who crossed his arms, and stood unfazed at the inspection. When the vampire had circled back around to face him, Lindsey raised one eyebrow in inquiry. Spike took in the sight of Lindsey, the build of his body, the hair, the earrings, the face.......and he grinned. "No, you're definitely not a girly-boy. You're awful pretty, though....Lindsey, was it?"
"Yeah, it's Lindsey," the young man said. "Nice to finally meet you, Spike."
"Ooh, listen to that voice. As smooth as honey and as rough as sand," Spike said, getting closer so he could really smell Lindsey. "Um.....you smell so good. Angel, can I play with him, too?"
"No!" Angel and Lindsey said in unison.
"Oh, no fair! I wanna play, too," Spike said.
"Well, you can play all you want," Angel said. "Just not with Lindsey, and I mean it, Spike."
"I don't do that kind of thing, man" Lindsey said.
Spike raised an eyebrow, glanced at Angel, then back at Lindsey. "Smells like you do to me, Sunshine."
Lindsey gave Spike an evil look. "What's between Angel and I is not your affair, Spike."
"No, it's really not, is it? But yet....it is, sort of," Spike said. "Seeing as he has the curse and all. But....looking in your eyes.........I can tell that's not going to be a problem. I can see part of him in you, mate. Your souls.........they truly are connected, aren't they?"
"Yeah, they are," Lindsey answered.
"Did you do it to help or hurt him, Lindsey?" Spike said. "Not that I much care either way.....I'm just curious."
"I knew it was going to happen....just didn't know it would end up the way it has, and none of this is your business, Spike," Lindsey said.
"Again, really not," Spike agreed. "Just wanted to ask before I took off."
"Took off for where," Angel asked.
Spike gave the other vampire a level look. "You know where, Angel."
Angel sighed. "Don't take the Viper, Spike."
Lindsey knew this was about the slayer. Angel looked......resigned. He looked.......like he didn't care. And that told Lindsey he very much did care. It hurt him, and he reacted to the situation without thinking. As Spike turned to walk away, Lindsey said," Hey Spike, got any interesting mail lately?"
Spike stopped dead on the spot. He turned back to glare at the young man. "Who the bloody hell are you?" he said.
"Just someone trying to redeem myself," Lindsey replied.
"You saying you're the one who sent the box?" Spike asked.
Lindsey raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"I take that to mean you sent the amulet, too," Spike sneered.
"Couldn't leave your spirit trapped in a bauble at the bottom of a hellmouth, could we?" Lindsey replied.
"Lindsey...." Angel started, only to cut himself off at the look of fury Lindsey gave him.
"What did you do all this for?" Spike said.
Lindsey said, "You have a destiny, Spike. But you have to choose it. Are you going to chase after the past, like some others keep doing..........or go into the future..........serve your own best interests or.......be somebody who matters?"
"Lindsey, why would you say that?" Angel said, knowing what he'd meant.
Lindsey walked toward the door, too upset, the effort to continue the conversation suddenly too overwhelming.........but as he opened the door to leave, he just had to say it.
"Nothing's ever gonna be good enough, is it? You're always going to be the bastard who cut my hand off. I'll forever be the man who killed Darla, won't I? And you'll never, never, never get over that damn slayer, will you?" With that, Lindsey walked out.
Angel moved to prevent him from leaving, and Spike stopped him.
~TBC~