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Bonding	By : winterlive Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bonding
- 1
"It's really very simple, Mr. MacDonald."
Holland's smooth, cultured voice slid from the phone on his desk like silk, mingling with the hiss of the gas filling the room. Lindsey watched the slim, black receiver with rising irritation and fear, supremely conscious of the big, angry vampire standing next to him, arms folded. They'd been having a perfectly normal meeting involving veiled threats and demands for information, when the locks on the doors had engaged and the soft ringing of the phone had interrupted their arguing. Holland, as always, sounded unperturbed.
"The firm's been watching your interaction with Angel � hello, Angel � and we feel you're in a unique, er... position to help our cause. We are, as always, grateful for your assistance."
"Hey," Lindsey interjected, stalking around the desk to pick up the receiver and yell into it. "I didn't sign on for this crap!" But he was speaking to dead air, and as he looked up, it became evident that he had bigger problems. In the center of his office, Angel had been distracted: a wavering golden glow was shimmering in the air, widening with every passing second. Lindsey dropped the phone.
"Weapons," Angel ordered shortly, holding one hand out in the vague direction of the desk. Lindsey, meanwhile, reacted without thinking, opening his drawer and drawing his gun. Of course, he aimed it precisely at the center of Angel's big, pointy head.
Angel glanced over his shoulder, impatient at the delay, and when he saw the barrel of the glock pointed at him, he looked Lindsey over with a mixture of scorn and disbelief. Lindsey smiled. "They're sendin' something after you. Wanna tell me why I'd help you in any way?"
Angel rolled his eyes and dropped his hand. "Lindsey," he began patiently, just as a huge, scary, angry demon burst out of the portal, looked around the room and roared as he sighted his prey.
It charged forward, all tusks and slime and greenness, only to nearly fall down as it passed Angel, who had grabbed it and was hauling it backward. A bare moment passed in surprised shock before Lindsey shifted his aim and fired, but the bullets practically bounced off the thing's head as it stumbled, trying to regain its balance. "Your bosses want me alive," Angel continued, in that same patient tone. He turned and casually punched the demon in the face, all elegance and swirling coat, then walked toward Lindsey as the demon staggered. Somehow managing to be condescending about it, Angel put his fists on the desk, leaning forward and holding Lindsey's eyes as Lindsey grew more and more angry at the arrogant prick.
"They wouldn't send a demon after me," Angel pointed out reasonably. Behind him, the demon charged, and Angel twisted, lashing out with one foot and sending the demon sprawling into the doors, barely even looking. Lindsey fumed at him, tossing the empty gun on the desk and crossing his arms. "They're testing me, to see if I'll protect you. They did bring my sire back, y'know. Tortured me with her. Tried to make me think I was crazy. Maybe they did."
"Listen, there any chance we can discuss this later?" Lindsey's eyes flicked to the dripping green thing staggering around by the door as he moved back around the desk. "There's a demon, and in case you forgot..." He arrived just in time to fall against Angel just as Angel collapsed toward him, both of them reeling and dizzy. "They gassed us."
"Oh," said Angel, blinking blearily and holding onto Lindsey's shoulders. "Right."
Lindsey struggled to his feet, shoving Angel to his as the demon charged them again. "Yeah," he shot back. "Right."
The creature came at them again, focused on Lindsey, and the pair of them assumed a fighting position, trying to shake off the effects and focus. "Not enough for you to kick it's ass," Lindsey continued as the demon swung at him, forcing him to duck and swerve. "You gotta make a big show about it," he finished, watching Angel take advantage of the off-balance moment to get in a strong right cross. The green thing went stumbling back again, but recovered much quicker � Angel's swing was weak. "I don't think he's impressed," Lindsey quipped, just in time to come at it from behind as Angel attacked head on. They landed some solid blows, Angel in its face, keeping its attention, before the demon finally howled in pain and broke away...
And then disappeared.
Immediately, the two men moved back-to-back, circling warily, trying to see through the drugged fog in front of their eyes. "See it?"
"No. You?"
"No."
"Think it's gone?"
A snort of contempt, sarcasm. "Oh, yeah, it definitely just ran away."
A moment of silence slid by, and then there was a sharp crack in the air as the demon rematerialized right in front of Lindsey, a fist coming for his face. Lindsey tried to block but the demon was too fast, catching him right on the jaw and sending him spinning. Angel whirled to face it, but it was already bearing down on its prey, one fist raised. Sprawled on the floor, Lindsey tried to kick its feet out but was too weak, the drugs burning in his eyes and limbs. He rolled away as Angel grabbed the thing by the shoulder and spun it around, but his fist met empty air as the demon ducked low and sent a well-placed punch right into his sternum. Angel fell to his knees.
The demon snarled and curled his fist, sharp little spikes emerging from its knuckles, and it drove them right into Angel's chest, blood instantly bubbling up around the vicious holes as it lifted Angel off the ground with the force of the swing. Angel clamped his hands around the demon's wrist and cried out in pain as he wrenched the sharp spines clear of the wound. He bent double, clutching the holes in his chest as blood poured from between his fingers and began to make a big, dark pool on the carpet.
One thought buzzed through Lindsey's head � he was going to save my life � as he pulled himself upright, grabbed the ornate letter opener from his table and ran forward. With a savage bellow, he drove the shining metal full into the demon's scabrous back and stumbled away from it, trying to get his footing. The thing threw its head back and howled, whirled around and fixed Lindsey with its eyes. Lindsey winced, preparing to fight a battle he couldn't win, but just as the demon raised its fist, Angel's blood-stained hands grabbed it from behind, curled around its jaw and skull, and gave a vicious twist. The snap was audible.
Angel and the demon collapsed to the ground together.
"Hey," Lindsey said, hastily stepping over the demon to kneel down at Angel's side. "Hey, you okay?"
Angel's hand pressed weakly over the spot that the blades had pierced him, blood still welling forward. His eyes found Lindsey's, serious and intense as they'd always been, but now with no trace of his usual mockery. "Need blood." A loud, tearing cough burst from his throat, and blood splattered his lips.
Lindsey knitted his brows in thought as he looked quickly around his office - if he was having a vampire client up, they stocked the sideboard fresh. No help there. "Wait," he instructed, but Angel grabbed his wrist before he could stand and Lindsey looked back at him, concerned.
"Soon," Angel whispered, and Lindsey saw the dark stain begin to spread on the carpet.
He squeezed Angel's hand, just once, and then nodded gravely and stood up, moving over to the door. It was still locked, and though he pounded on it, tried to break it open, it wouldn't give. He went to the desk, tried the phone � still dead. Finally, he checked the corpse of the demon � it oozed a black ichor that smelled nothing like the right stuff.
Only one thing left.
If Lindsey were honest with himself as he rolled up his sleeve, he might say there were other options. If he'd bothered to do a little soul-searching before he crouched down at Angel's side again, he might have thought of just letting Angel die, or better yet, that he wasn't technically sure that blood loss could kill a vampire. But he was doing neither of those things, and a very reasonable part of his mind insisted that the senior partners wanted Angel alive, and that there was no way to shift off responsibility at this point. It'd be his ass if their precious prophecy boy kicked off because he did nothing. He carefully avoided the rage that burned in the pit of his stomach at the position they'd put him in � that was, at the moment, counterproductive. Besides, Angel had saved his life � the scales were out of whack. If Angel were going to die, Lindsey wanted to beat him, on his own terms. Going like this... it just wouldn't be right.
Irony for you, he thought wryly as he gritted his teeth and drew a sharp-edged staple across his arm, scratching a thin red line that soon had droplets of blood welling up. He's the do-gooder, I'm on Team Evil, and I'm the one thinking it won't be right. Nevertheless, Lindsey moved back over to Angel and sat down beside him, lifting Angel's head onto his lap. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said dryly. "This does not mean I like you." And then he softly put his bleeding arm to Angel's mouth.

A surprisingly gentle tongue swept up and across the wound. It stung, lightly, and then more as the vampire realized what was happening, his hands coming up to curl around Lindsey's wrist and forearm. Lindsey felt the draw, weak but getting stronger, and he fumbled up on the desk with his free hand for the gun � just in case. He brought it down all right, but when the barrel touched the floor, it stayed there � Angel's lips against his skin, the swipe of his tongue, the soft sound as he shifted into his game face and the fangs came out to scrape against Lindsey's skin � they made a dizzying swirl in Lindsey's head, a pull at his whole being. His heart felt it, his brain, his gut � and lower, too. He felt himself harden as the slick enamel of Angel's teeth brushed over him, slid softly down the wound, opening it just a fraction of an inch more, the warmth spreading � and the pain.
"Enough," Lindsey said quietly, pulling his arm away. "Let go."
Angel's hands tightened around his arm and the draw continued, mesmerizing, sending tendrils of something beyond words through his whole body. Warmth in his muscles, languid fuzziness in his head, Lindsey was unable to resist when Angel sat up, pulling his arm along. "Let go of my arm," he said, feeling a little shock when he heard the slur in his voice, when he felt Angel's mouth tear away as he pulled himself to his feet and stumbled across the office.
"I'm sorry," Angel said brokenly as he wiped a shaky hand across his mouth, back to a corner.
Lindsey managed to look disdainfully at him even through the wooziness, which he was proud of. "You were dying... you moron. For savin' my... life. But I don't... owe you... a damn thing now." Shakily, he pressed a hand to the wound, applying pressure. It wasn't deep, but Angel had taken more than he should have, and Lindsey was feeling it.
Angel shook his head. "I shouldn't have... I would've been fine," he said, still looking torn. He took a hesitant step toward Lindsey. "Are you okay?"
Lindsey paused at that and tried to take stock of his condition. The cut wasn't particularly painful, but he felt... his body was throbbing, his vision a little blurry. Surely it was a mystical side effect of a vampire bite... or, no wait, the drugs in the air...
His confusion must have shown, because the next thing he knew, Angel was at his side, kneeling. There was a gentle touch at his arm, and Lindsey felt it all through his body, like an echo, ringing in his ears. He groaned softly, felt Angel take hold of his wrist and pull it aside, exposing the cut to the air. "It's okay," he said, hearing the consonants run up against each other. Angel must not have been paying attention, because the world jostled and shifted as Lindsey was lifted gently into the air. He heard papers rustle and things clashing to the floor, and then he was lying on the flat surface of his desk, clear of pens and phone. The dial tone hummed softly in the distance.
Then things went white as he felt Angel's mouth at his arm again, this time softer and gentler, not pulling at all. He tried to struggle away, but the deep, dark voice came soothingly from somewhere above him. "It'll help close the cut. Lie still." Lindsey didn't know if he believed that, but he obeyed anyway, because the struggle took more effort than it should have and he didn't know if he could keep it up. Besides, Angel's tongue softly licking along the cut... it should be gross, but it felt weirdly good, and Lindsey tried hard to think of it as like sucking your own finger when you got a paper cut. Of course, the warm throb through his body, in his head and thighs and in the hand that Angel held � it said different.
It was too much, of course. Lindsey was no stranger to sex, and he knew this kind of full-body thing wouldn't be caused by... oh, yeah...
He opened his eyes and turned his head, saw the dark head at the inside of his elbow, looking down at him. "Better?"
Lindsey blinked at him. "Feel weird," he said woozily. "Don't think it's an... orange juice and cookies thing..." It was true � Lindsey'd had blood loss before, and this felt... different. Better.
Angel's eyes fluttered closed and Lindsey felt one cool hand slide down his arm, toward his chest. "I know," he said softly, almost too quiet for Lindsey to hear. "I think... that stuff they gassed us with, it might be..."
"No way," Lindsey said, cutting him off before he could finish, steadfastly ignoring the gentle slide of Angel's hand over his arm, his chest, his stomach. "No way... would they do that. Crazy. Why would they... what are you doing?"
Angel's eyes opened again, intense and black even as his fingers slid over Lindsey's belly, over his hip. "Don't know. Paying you back?"
"What?" Adrenaline coursed through Lindsey's body, flying just under the thrumming of his blood through his body, exciting without causing fear � or not nearly enough, anyway. "Angel... what are you doing?"
"Shh."
Lindsey felt a soft pressure at the center of his chest, then a soft breeze as his shirt slipped down, baring him to the open air. "You hate me," he reminded Angel, but there was no effect. There was a small jingle, an easy tug as his belt opened, the button popped through its hole. "This... this is dumb..."
I should stop him. This is crazy; we hate each other. It's just the drugs. I gotta make him leave, and then I can... lie down or jerk off or maybe both... He tried every rationalization he could think of, but no matter what he told himself, Lindsey couldn't ask Angel to stop. Couldn't ask Angel not to slide his zipper down, couldn't ask him not to curl soft fingers into his waistband and gently pull the fabric away. Couldn't stop himself from lifting his hips when Angel's surprisingly soft hands edged under elastic, lifted and tugged. Couldn't hold back the groan as the cool air brushed over his cock, hard as granite in the conditioned, perfect temperature of his office.
Then Angel's lips brushed his chest.
Lindsey twitched, his hand coming up to tangle at the nape of Angel's short hair. He felt the soft bump as the prosthetic hand touched Angel's head too, and tightened his fingers painfully, rage too strong in that moment for the drugs to overcome. Instantly, Angel's hands came up to his wrists and tightened around them, pressing his watchband and the straps of his fake hand into the tender skin. Without breaking contact on Lindsey's chest for a second, Angel pulled Lindsey's wrists away and slammed them down on the desk.
Lindsey groaned, pressing his body upward into Angel's touch, not fighting anymore.
Angel's mouth got harsher on him, his kisses harder, and Lindsey felt the scrape of teeth as Angel edged down his stomach. "I hate you," he sighed, arching his back and bringing his good hand up to rest on Angel's shoulder.
"Shut up, Lindsey," came the answering growl, the vibrations shivering through his body as Angel slid over his belly, biting at the soft flesh. Lindsey laid his head back against the desk and did just that.
When Angel's tongue dragged up his cock, Lindsey moaned, hand to the back of Angel's head again, pressing his hips up after the elusive mouth. "You're gonna do it, do it," he snarled, ending on a gasp that belied his impatience. But when Angel's cool mouth closed over his cock, softly pulling as he sucked, fingers curling loosely around his balls, there was no more arguing. Lindsey cried out, pressing up into the feeling, every particle of him responding instantly. "Oh, God..."
Angel hummed around him, stroked his hip approvingly, and Lindsey felt his neck straining as he arched against the slick surface of the desk, pressing up as best he could. Angel rode it out, following his movements, and Lindsey fell back against the table with a frustrated groan. It was rewarded instantly as Angel slid up to the tip of his cock and swirled his tongue, flicking what felt like eight places at once. He suckled, he breathed in, he closed tightly, warmed by Lindsey's skin and blood. The throbbing was twice its old speed, and Lindsey thrust helplessly, needing more, driven hard by the drug and by the skill of Angel's mouth, not knowing what was needed to drive him over. Angel dropped down hard on him, his throat opening to take Lindsey in, and they groaned together, Angel's hand tightening on Lindsey's hip, Lindsey's in Angel's hair. The breath dragged in and out of Lindsey's lungs as he tried to talk, to demand, to insist on more. "I n... I need... more, Angel... please..."
No sooner had he asked than he felt the hand on his hip disappear, felt one of Angel's fingers sliding over his bottom lip, edging into his mouth. He opened for it, sucking it softly, groaning in disappointment � it wasn't anything like what he wanted, though it was all right � but then the finger was gone, and he bucked desperately, his skin burning, tight knot of need in his belly. He felt Angel's hand on his leg, urging it up and over Angel's shoulder, and he lifted it instantly, doing just as Angel wanted � anything to make the bastard give him more. He just needed a little bit... something...
And then he felt Angel's finger slide between his cheeks, trace over the secret place that so rarely knew any kind of touch, and edge gently into him � and he cried out, long and loud, clenching hard as he came into Angel's mouth, good hand gripping his hair, heel pressing into his back, everything going dark at the edges as one final, powerful throb blasted through him, body and soul.
When Lindsey came to, he knew before he opened his eyes that he was on the couch in his office. There was a strange scent � chemicals, air freshener and sweat. He was clothed, and there were people talking nearby � Lilah and Holland. He stirred carefully, groaning as a powerful headache made it clear that it was perfectly satisfied in his temples and disliked being disturbed.
"Lindsey," came Holland's fake, hearty voice. "Be careful, you've lost a lot of blood."
"I know," he said, sitting up and resting his head in his palm. "I was there."
Lilah sat down on the couch next to him and Holland pulled up one of the elegant chairs. "You'll be pleased to know," his boss said, "that the experiment was a total success. Angel left an hour ago, looking even more guilty than usual."
"Great." Lindsey's voice was flat, his head pounding as Holland's placating tone ground on his nerves. "So glad our little gamble with my life paid off."
"Oh, please," Holland scoffed. "You don't really think that Koplach had orders to kill you, do you? He was supposed to make it look good, that's all. Frankly, I wasn't sure whether Angel would stop him, but you would've taken a flesh wound at best." Lindsey looked up at him skeptically and he continued. "We told you otherwise on the phone because Angel was listening. We saw an opportunity and we took it. Don't look so surprised."
"Actually," Lilah interjected, "it was very telling that he bit you, but he let you go. That's something our psychics should have a field day with. They can track him via your blood now, and he'll be much easier to read for at least three days. Plus, human blood � bonus."
"Whatever," Lindsey groaned. He knew they weren't being entirely honest, but they probably weren't completely lying either. He'd sort it all out when he felt less like there was an elephant sitting on his head. He stood and made for the door, the others getting to their feet when he did. "I'm going home."
"Of course," Holland said sympathetically, catching him by the arm. "We'll see you get the very best care. Just... one thing before you do."
"What's that?"
"We need to know... well, if Angel and you..." He trailed off there, looking at Lindsey meaningfully and raising one eyebrow.
Lindsey stared back, poker faced. "If we... what? Almost tore each other's heads off? Yeah, we did. Now can I get out of here? Feels like my head's gonna explode."
Holland looked at him shrewdly for a long moment. Lindsey held the bluff, rubbing softly at one temple with his fingertips, and finally Holland smiled broadly. "Of course. You take care, and I don't want to see you in here again until Monday, understand?"
"Yeah."
Holland made for the door, patted Lindsey on the shoulder and slithered out. Lilah was on his heels, but she paused just short of leaving. "Oh," she said as soon as Holland was out of earshot, making it sound like an afterthought when it was definitely anything but. "One thing I thought you might want to know. When he James Bonded his way out of here, the cameras caught him moving a little... stiffly? Not his usual graceful self, anyway."
Lindsey felt a knot of fear he hadn't known he was holding relax inside him. "Okay," he said, drawing the word out, trying for the I don't know what you're talking about tone. "Figures, what with the fight."
"Yeah," Lilah said with a small, secret smile. "The fight." She paused, and Lindsey acknowledged her with a small nod. He'd always liked Lilah � classy, devious, morally bankrupt. There was a lot to like. In her own way, she was also kind of loyal. Get her in trouble some day. "See you Monday," she said, and then followed Holland out the door.
Lindsey looked around his office. The desk was righted, everything back in its place, and the carpet was drying where the pool of blood had been cleaned up. He checked his clothes � everything in its place there, too. It must have been Angel to do that, and he flushed at the thought of Angel's hands putting his clothes back on, still hard enough to make walking � or James Bonding � difficult.
With a sigh, Lindsey turned around and left his office. One day, he'd track Angel down and carve him into tiny pieces for what he'd done. Just... not right now.
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