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“What are you doing for the eclipse, Angel?” It’s not an idle question. Lindsey knows Angel has been watching the news. The vampire doesn’t pay much attention to human events--the “I’ve seen it all before” blasé attitude is never more appropriate than when coming from a member of the undead who’s survived over two centuries. But a total solar eclipse was something that would grab any vampire’s attention.
“I’m going to be patrolling the streets. You can bet there are any number of stupid fledglings who’ll see this as a time to party,” the dark-haired demon states. Right now he’s crouched in his office, leaning over his open trunk. He’d had it set in his office room because he liked to have his weapons handy in case a demon client decided to get testy. Some hadn’t been actual clients but monsters posing as such in order to get close to the vampire with a soul. Being over 200 years old meant you racked up your share of enemies.
Nowadays, Angel insists that anybody asking for Wolfram & Hart help be thoroughly vetted before entering the office. Demon blood and viscera is a pain to scrub off the walls and the vampire’s tired of replacing the rug.
Now he’s running his hands over various stakes, stowing them in secret straps inside his new coat. Lindsey had taken some of his earnings and had a leather coat specifically made for Angel. It has padded compartments inside the lining that can hold anything from holy water to potions designed to take out certain demons. There are also lots of straps for stakes.
Angel’s eyes had lit up at the sight of it. He’d put it on at once and done a swift turn in it, one that caused the hem to flare out from his impressive form. Angel had thanked Lindsey in a very thorough fashion later that night.
Lindsey likes seeing that. Angel’s original leather coat had featured in some fantasies he’d yet to tell the brunette vampire. Maybe they can explore them…another time.
“I hate to break it to you, Angel,” Lindsey drawls, leaning back in his chair. “But Los Angeles isn’t in the path of solar totality.”
“I know, Lindsey,” Angel replied with some asperity. “That’s why we’re taking a road trip.”
“Road trip?” Now that is interesting. Lindsey travels a lot when he’s going in for auditions. If he makes it big, touring will be a major part of his life. That means--separation from Angel. He hasn’t really considered that and the thought troubles him. Will he have to make a choice one day? Angel or his career?
The vampire pulls him back from his sudden inner turmoil. “Early on the eclipse day, you’re going to be driving me along the path. We can stay out of the sunlight--”
“--and kill any vamps we meet along the way. Smart plan,” Lindsey observes.
“That’s why I’m the boss,” Angel grins.
“Oi, Peaches! I need a new car.”
Angel stills, annoyance flashing in his eyes, before he carefully lowers the trunk lid. Rising to his feet, he turns and glares at the blond leaning against the doorframe. “Spike. What is it now?”
“You going deaf in your old age?” A thin sneer edges on to Spike’s face. “I said I needed a new car.”
“No.”
“Whaddaya mean, ‘no’?”
“You going deaf in your old age?” Angel tosses back. “I mean no. You go through cars like you think they’re sticks of gum. Well, this is it. I’m cutting you off.”
“What for? You’ve got tons of cars in that underground garage!” Spike protests. “I’m an employee! I want a company car; I get one!”
“Correction, Spike. I’m the one in charge and, if I decide you don’t get a car, you don’t get a car.” Angel shoves by Spike and strides down the hall, Lindsey following closely behind.
“How the fuck am I going to get around L.A., then? I’m not bloody walking. Nobody walks in this city.”
“Take a motorcycle.”
“Since when do we have motorcycles?”
“Like I keep telling you, you idiot, I’m the boss. I’ll requisition a motorcycle just for you. You get it; you keep it. You lose it, then you can buy a new one out of your own pocket. And don’t say,” Angel states, stopping and whirling around with a suddenness that causes Spike to stumble into him, “that you can’t afford it. I know exactly what kind of a salary you’ve been drawing here. You’ve got enough money in the bank to buy your own toys. So if you lose the Harley …”
“Ducati,” Spike interrupts. “Harleys are for motorcycle gangs.”
“…you lose it, you get yourself another one,” Angel finishes. He pulls out his cell phone and begins murmuring instructions to whatever employee is on the other end.
Lindsey only half-listens. His mind is on the coming trip.
While Spike heads down to Acquisitions to tell them exactly what kind of motorcycle he’s looking for, Lindsey heads out to his room to suit up. He’s got his own shiny toys, courtesy of a weapons forger he got in touch with back in Oklahoma.
Lindsey has the strength for the larger swords but not the frame and stumbling over a long blade isn’t a good idea when walking. Besides, he’s accepted that the long swords are Angel’s “thing”. The vampire’s grace and beauty when fighting are breath-taking to behold. But maybe Lindsey can bring his own blade wielding skills to a fight. He’s looking forward to surprising his boyfriend.
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“Can we afford to take a whole day off from Wolfram & Hart? All four of us?” the former Watcher frets.
“This is a huge organization and it can spare all of us for a whole day,” Lindsey states. “Honestly, you think this place will collapse if you’re not here propping up the joint, Wesley?”
“I don’t know,” Gunn states, straightening his cuffs. He’s gotten fastidious about his appearance since he became a lawyer. “This could be just the moment that monsters and other assorted baddies out there might be waiting for. Us being away from the home fires and all that.”
“We’ll have Fred staying behind to keep watch,” Angel says. “She’s a smart girl and she’s spent five years avoiding demons. I trust her to hold her own for 24 hours.”
“That’s a fair point, I suppose,” Wesley states. “When do we tell her?” When Angel hesitates, he snaps, “We’re not simply sneaking off without letting her know, Angel. She’s a member of this team. She deserves full disclosure on something like this.”
“Duly noted, Wesley. So you can tell her.” Angel smirks at Wesley’s sudden discomfort. Just because he and Fred are in a relationship doesn’t mean confrontations are any easier.
Gunn peers at the map. “How long we planning to be on the road? We can go following the eclipse but we’re not gonna get to all the places in the sun’s path.”
“No need.” After due consideration, Lindsey has talked Angel out of his idea of following the eclipse its entire trail across the span of North America, a trip that would prove exhausting, at least to Lindsey. Now he just has to guide Gunn and Wesley into following his plan.
“There are slayers out there mobilizing as we speak,” Angel puts in. “They’re sending out members to get to most of the other places in the continental United States. We should just hit Depoe Bay. It’s on the west coast and closest to our location.”
“How do you know what the slayers are up to?” Gunn asked. “I figured they wouldn’t want to talk to you, not after that scene with Dana and that Andrew asshole.”
“Not all the slayers,” Angel murmurs.
There is a moment’s silence and Lindsey is aware that Gunn and Wesley are sneaking surreptitious glances between him and the vampire. The others know about their relationship. It’s Lindsey’s status as compared to that of Buffy no one is quite sure about. No one talks about HER, not even Angel.
And the vampire is determined to keep it that way. Whether Buffy is in the past or a secret kept locked in his heart, the brunette-haired demon isn’t talking. Lindsey has resisted probing him about her, too. He’s got a good thing going with Angel. He’s not gonna rock that boat.
Besides, being with an immortal creature necessarily carries a sense of the temporary. Lindsey has his own life and career beckoning. Can he demand fidelity from Angel in his thoughts when Lindsey himself might stray?
“I believe we can skip a major physical attraction like the Grand Teton,” Wesley murmurs, breaking the tension. He traces a finger across the map. “Vampires and other demons who feast on human beings will stay in major urban areas.”
“What about Pittock Mansion?” Gunn points out.
The ex-Watcher’s eyebrows raise. “Pittock Mansion? Why that?”
“I read it’s a big tourist spot. It’s got a lot of modern conveniences. Humans will go for that and vamps may take the opportunity to catch people who are in a group.” At their collective stares, Gunn smirks. “Hey, y’all not the only ones who can do research, you know.”
The vampire peers thoughtfully at the colored sheet in front of them. “It’s a good point about the tourists, Gunn. But not on that day. People will be outside watching the eclipse. Indoor tourist spots won’t hold as much appeal. And the vampires will be outside, knowing this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to step into normal daylight hours and feast on human victims.”
“That…makes sense,” Wesley acknowledges, nodding slowly.
“I say Depoe Bay is our best bet,” Lindsey adds, picking out the spot. “There will be a lot of people out there. Tourists may combine the whale watching with the eclipse.”
“Right. So Depoe Bay is our first stop,” Gunn says. “I’ll grab my hubcap axe.”
“Then we’re agreed,” Lindsey says, straightening abruptly. “I booked us two hotel rooms in Oregon at the Travelodge Depoe Bay, one for you and Gunn and another for me and Angel.”
“You already picked the rooms?” Wesley asks, staring at him. “But we hadn’t agreed on the spot yet. Were you that certain?”
“I used to be an attorney, Wesley,” Lindsey states drily. “You don’t win as many cases as I did without knowing how to calculate the odds in order to ensure a successful outcome.”
Blue eyes narrow as the Englishman accesses him. Lindsey has managed to win a grudging respect from Wesley over the past few months as a fighter for the Powers That Be. That doesn’t mean the ex-Watcher doesn’t have his reservations.
“Well played,” Wesley finally responds, his tone surprisingly mild. “I’ll admit this sounds like an excellent plan. Gunn and I can take a plane and get there before you two. You can drive with Angel in one of Wolfram & Hart’s necro-tempered cars.”
“You can’t take a plane,” Angel interrupts. “Not if you want to take your axe, Gunn. They’ll be sure to confiscate it.”
“Shit, that’s right,” Gunn realizes, shaking his head in disgust. “Black man with a sharp weapon? Yeah, that’s just asking for trouble.”
“So you two just take as many stakes as you can. Lindsey and I will carry the weapons with us in the car, including your axe.”
Gunn immediately cheers up. “All right! Now that’s what I’m talking about!”
Angel straightens, rolling up the map. “If that’s all, we should--”
“Wait a minute. What about Spike?” Wesley asks.
“What about him?” Angel responds. The tension has returned; Lindsey can sense his lover’s irritation without looking.
“I know you got bad history with him,” Gunn says, “but the more fighters we got, the better.”
“What’s the matter, Gunn? Think you need the help?” Angel questions. His tone is soft enough but Gunn bristles at the implication.
“Hell no. But he’s good in a fight, you got to give him that.”
“We don’t need him, Gunn. Spike’s too much of a loose cannon,” Angel snaps. This is true. Sometimes Spike’s sword swings get a little too enthusiastic. Lindsey could tell them more about that but he doesn’t want them to get the details about his previous…association with the blond vampire.
“True dat. Fine, we do without the Billy Idol-wannabe,” Gunn grumbles.
“Great. If that’s it, we should leave on Saturday.” Angel hands the map to Lindsey.
“No, it’s a 14-hour-plus drive. We should leave now,” Lindsey stresses. “There may be more people on the road than during a national holiday, slowing our travel.”
“Good thinking. So we leave tonight.” Angel states it firmly, just in case his other teammates disagree.
Lindsey reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small envelope. “I’ve got you two tickets, along with two special glasses in case you want to take in the eclipse.”
Gunn takes the tickets and lets out a whistle of appreciation. “First class? Man, this is going to be a sweet ride.”
“And you still have to tell Fred,” Lindsey adds to Wesley, hiding a smile.
Wesley heaves a defeated sigh as Gunn lets out a bark of laughter and claps him on the shoulder. “Man, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Fred can get a little sharp about things like that.”
Wesley’s lips tighten but he doesn’t respond. He really isn’t looking forward to this conversation.
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“Fred, Gunn, Angel, Lindsey and I are heading…”
“To Depoe Bay, Oregon. Y’all think vampires will take advantage of the eclipse to feed on human beings,” Fred finishes. She giggles at Wesley’s astonished expression. “Honestly, Wes, did you think I wouldn’t know?”
“But…h-how?” he stammers.
“After that business with Francis Gumm, I’ve been keeping a real close eye on incoming and outgoing calls and emails.”
“You’re monitoring private calls?” This sounds rather unsavory; Wesley wonders if Angel knows about it.
A faint redness colors Fred’s cheeks before she hastily adds, “Most calls are really innocent--messages to family, friends, significant others. But when Lindsey makes online purchases for plane tickets to Oregon and books a hotel in Depoe Bay, well, I thought that was strange. So I did a little Googling and realized that a lot of people are making the trek to Oregon and why they’re going. Since Lindsey was booking two rooms, it wasn’t too hard to guess why.” Her expression becomes stern. “Did Angel send you to tell me I’m not coming?”
“It was a mutual decision,” Wesley evades, not wanting to admit his reluctance to confront her.
“I’ll bet,” she says, brown eyes narrowing.
“We need you here. At least one member of the original team should be on hand to keep an eye on Spike.”
Fred huffs in exasperation. “Oh, for Pete’s sake! Don’t tell me Angel still doesn’t trust Spike! What does he think he’s going to do in his absence? Steal the company?”
“I believe that he thinks Spike may cause problems on the trip. As for your staying behind, he wants at least one person on the premises that he can call upon for help. After all, you are the head of the Science Wing.”
“Ooh! Speaking of which…” Fred darts into her office and comes out, holding a couple of odd gadgets in her hands. “Take these.”
Wesley picks up one of them. It looks like a metal gauntlet of some sort with a shiny glass panel over the palm. “What is this?”
“It’s a sunburst glove!” She’s almost hopping with glee. “You aim it towards a vampire, press the button on the side and pow! They get a burst of sunlight right in the face or any part of the body! It causes them to burst into flame and collapse into dust. It’s one of R&D’s latest weapons. It’s easily portable, has 100 charges loaded and can be recharged in a few hours by placing the glove in sunlight.”
“Extraordinary.” Wesley picks it up and fits it over his hand. It’s a bit over sized but not too heavy. He aims it away from his face and presses the button. Instantly, a large flare of light shines out over the room. He can feel heat from it but not enough to be painful. To a vampire, it would likely be lethal. “This is wonderful! Thank you, Fred!”
“The design could use some work--it’s just a little bulky for my taste. I think the boys in R&D watch a few too many superhero movies, if you ask me. Let me know how it works out.” She suddenly bites her lip.
“What’s wrong?”
“You may be right about leaving me behind.”
“I am?”
“Yah. There’s something going on that I need to investigate.”
“Really? What?”
“I’m not sure. But with you guys gone, I can look into it on my own, do a little digging.”
“Are you sure you don’t need our help?” Wesley probes. Suddenly going off without Fred doesn’t seem like such a good idea.
That narrow stare comes his way again. “Hey, if you boys think you can manage without me, then I can definitely manage without you.” When it looks like Wesley would protest, she plants a kiss on his lips--one really deep kiss. Wesley stands there stunned and a little dizzy. Fred gives him a wink and saunters back to her office. Her door is closed before he realizes he’s been outmaneuvered.
“Goodness, that woman is far more devious than I’ve given her credit for,” he mutters as he leaves.
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The drive up north to Oregon is uneventful for the most part. As Lindsey had predicted, there is considerably more road traffic than usual for this time of year. August is a dead month unless a county is putting on some kind of festival like Corn Cob Queen or the Best Watermelon Wine Contest.
It’s 9:47 p.m. on Saturday by the time they pull into the Travelodge. Lindsey has carefully timed the trip, allowing for predictable delays, so that they get there when the sun has already set.
That looks like the only thing that’s going to go right.
They step out of the car moments after a large tour bus has pulled into the lot. Lindsey runs around to the trunk to get to the weapons.
“Lindsey.”
“Angel?” The vampire’s tone is oddly quiet, more so than usual, and it raises the hairs on Lindsey’s neck. When he follows Angel’s gaze, he sees it centered on the tour bus.
Several people are exiting the tour bus, chattering among themselves, for all the world like ordinary tourists. But some of them aren’t…right.
Vampires. A queer stillness in the body, a silence that swallows all conversation, a hunger in the eyes. Lindsey can recognize the undead now. It’s not just the uncanny sense he has for Angel; it’s the result of his long years with Wolfram & Hart.
Perhaps some of them aren’t as old as Angel or so ancient they’ve learned how to blend in. They manage conversation, small talk that makes them appear to be garden-variety human beings. But there’s a glint in their eyes, a certain inhuman fluidity to their movements Lindsey can spot the length of the parking lot.
This mission just got a hell of a lot more complicated.
“They’re here for the…”
“Don’t talk, Lindsey. Get back in the car.”
Of course. Vampire hearing. Those creatures can probably hear the two of them, even from 50 yards away.
Just how keen were vampire senses, anyway? Wolfram & Hart has sound-proof rooms along with the dungeon. But they never made Lindsey entirely at ease when he was talking in them. He’ll have to take Angel’s cue on this.
Angel waits several minutes after the last one leaves the lot. Then he pulls out his cell, rapidly pressing buttons. “Wesley? Come on, pick up the phone.”
The Englishman’s lean face appears on the screen. “Hello? Angel?”
“We just arrived. We’re in the Travelodge parking lot. Are you and Gunn settled in?”
“Yes. We got here about three hours ahead of you. Gunn wanted to start patrolling but I convinced him to wait for you.”
“Yeah, and then you started chowing down on the snacks,” came a voice from the background.
Wesley’s face reddens slightly at Gunn’s outburst but he continues questioning his boss. “What is it, Angel?”
“You’d think the man had never seen a mini-bar before!”
“A tour bus filled with a lot of vampires just checked into the hotel.”
This gets Wesley’s attention. “A tour bus? You mean, an entire group of them?”
“What’s going on, Wes? What’d the boss say?”
Wesley turns his head; Angel picks up on the terse interchange as the Englishman explains the situation to his unseen partner. When the Englishman returns to the phone, he asks, “Do you think they’re going to start killing the guests?”
“I don’t know, Wes. In my time as Angelus in Europe, yeah, we would have barricaded the doors shut and started massacring everyone in sight. But in this day and age, with cameras everywhere, cell phones and rapid police responses…”
“Right. They’ll probably postpone a feeding frenzy until the hotel has settled down for the night,” Wesley responds.
“Some of them might not wait.” When Angel quirks an eyebrow at Lindsey, he shrugs. “That happened sometimes when I was still an attorney at W&H. A visiting demon or vampire would lose control because they’d missed a meal and eat one of the interns. We used to go through one or two of them every week.”
The vampire frowns and Lindsey resists the effort to squirm. He’s not proud of his early days at W&H or the fact that he’d sat by and watched so many innocent people die. Angel has no idea of the nightmares that plagued him after he’d left those blood-stained halls.
“Wesley, you and Gunn stay put. We’ll meet you and hammer out a plan.”
“Maybe we can start going from room to room. Gunn and I can pretend to be drunk, say we’ve got the wrong room--”
“And what? Go inside and start staking the vampires?”
“Well, yes. That would be the plan.”
“Wesley, some of these tourists are ordinary humans. You and Gunn can’t automatically tell the difference. You don’t want to kill an innocent human being, do you?” Angel points out.
“If they attack us, that would be a very good indication they were members of the undead,” Wesley states. Even from where he’s standing, Lindsey can hear the starchy tone.
“If there are large suites, you might stumble into a whole clan of vampires. You have no idea how many vampires are here or how they’ve apportioned out the rooms. You and Gunn could find yourselves seriously outnumbered.”
There’s a loud sigh. “Very well. We’ll wait for you and Lindsey and hatch out another plan.”
“Thanks, Wes. Give us the time to get settled in our room. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” Angel turns off the cell and slips it back into his coat pocket.
Lindsey hoists the smaller of the two bags. They don’t have much in the way of luggage. Angel always travels light and Lindsey has learned from his example. Not that he doesn’t like having fancy things, but time spent as a fighter in Wolfram & Hart has taught him to pack efficiently when the need arises.
Angel carries the luggage up to their room, firmly refusing the server’s offer to help. He’s possessive about the larger bag--not a surprise, considering it’s holding swords and Gunn’s trusty axe in padded wraps so they don’t rattle.
Gunn and Wesley’s room is on the fourth floor while theirs is on the second. It had been impossible to get rooms on the same floor. The eclipse has caused tourists and locals to come flooding in; Lindsey had been lucky to get the accommodations at all.
But he’s not sorry they have a room apart. At least he wasn’t until now. Being separated from the other two team members means coordinating their efforts in case of a vampire uprising could be…dicey. Unpacking their few belongings, Lindsey considers options, strategies and possible outcomes.
Angel is reasonably certain the vampires won’t start killing people willy-nilly. There are security cameras in the halls; Lindsey has noted them as he went through the lobby and on the trip to their hotel room. They’re subtle but he knows what to look for.
He has no idea how up to date on modern security these vampires may be. But vampires from this century know about surveillance cameras and older ones haven’t survived as long as they have by being careless.
So if they’re not going to start a murderous spree in the building, what are their plans? Lindsey hates not knowing but the uncertainty has to be eating Angel as well.
As they approach the stairs, Angel asks, “Any chance you know anything about the good old state of Oregon?”
Lindsey shakes his head. “I was going to ask you that question.”
“I haven’t been here since the early 18^th century. I remember the saloons and cathouses but that’s about it.”
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to go through the streets and--”
A sudden tight squeeze on his arm causes Lindsey to gasp. The grip is almost enough to hurt and he shoots a glance at Angel’s face to see the vampire staring at a couple coming up the stairs.
At first glance, there’s nothing out of the ordinary about them. A bland-faced man with limp blond hair in a green tee proclaiming that he’s a Celtics fan and canvas shorts is waiting with a slender woman of about 33 while the hotel employee unlocks the door to their room.
The young man hefts their luggage and chatters automatically, outlining the room’s amenities. “We’ve got Wi-Fi and plasma tv. There’s no Netflix but you can get HBO--”
“I’m sure it will be fine,” the man answers. They turn slightly as Angel passes and Lindsey watches them lock eyes with the dark-haired demon.
The other two become preternaturally still, that immobility he’s seen before when Angel freezes. It’s a calmness only an immortal can display, the quietness of a predator that knows it has all the time in the world to wait before pouncing.
Angel nods almost imperceptibly. The pair nod back. The woman flashes a broad smile before winking. Both of them and the employee march in through the open door.
Angel grabs Lindsey around the waist. “Follow my lead.” He pushes in the swinging door and strides in behind them.
The couple are in the living room, standing by the window and murmuring quietly. There is no sign of the server. They turn and blink in surprise.
“Oh, hello,” states the man. “Are you lost or something?”
“No, I just saw you two and thought…well, it’s been a while since I’ve talked to other vampires.”
Lindsey stiffens. That was bold. Just what is Angel playing at? And what is Lindsey supposed to do?
Just then the server emerges from an unseen passage. “I’ve stashed your bags in the bedroom. Is there anything else?”
“No, we’re fine.” The man pulls out his wallet and peels off a $20. “That will be all, thank you.”
The server flashes a big grin. “Thank you, sir! Ma’am.” He nods to them and heads out, whistling.
When the door closes behind them again, Angel gestures. “Do you mind if I sit?”
“Well, the missus and I were hoping for a little time by ourselves.”
“Sixtieth honeymoon,” she interjects.
They’re married? Lindsey has met a few vampire couples but he’d never known any who married as such. And they let the server go without so much as a nibble on him. Just what game were they playing?
“It’s my third with this one,” Angel murmurs, hugging Lindsey close and nuzzling his throat.
“Him?” Is Lindsey imagining it or is there a faint hint of distaste on his face? A homophobic vampire? Really?
“Yes, him. You have a problem with that?” Angel’s stare is bland. However, steel is edging into his voice.
“He’s human. How does he handle the…you know…feeding?” The revulsion was unmistakable now. But it’s his humanity they’re objecting to, not his gender. Well, not the woman. A distinct flare of interest has lit her eyes. Her tongue darts out to lick at her lips. What is she thinking?
“He handles it just fine. Don’t you, darling?” Angel pulls aside Lindsey’s collar so the other two can see the bite mark on this throat. A flush crawls over Lindsey’s skin, even as his heart starts hammering. He hasn’t been this embarrassed since Angel took him in front of Spike.
Yep, the guy is definitely offended. “Now, see here. We don’t hold with that kind of thing.”
“Speak for yourself, Jerry. He’s such a prude sometimes,” she explains. “I turned him back in the 1950s and he’s still shedding some of his inhibitions.” She lets out a tinkling laugh and ruffles Jerry’s hair.
“Lizzy! You were the one who taught me to be careful!” Jerry protests. “We carry our blood in coolers and we don’t take humans into our confidence much less make them…feeding stations,” he grinds out as he glares in Lindsey’s direction.
Angel pauses. “You have blood in coolers? I’d like to see that.” He’s pretending to be curious but he’s testing them. Lindsey would like to see that, too.
Jerry huffs and goes into the bedroom. He emerges a moment later with a standard-looking thermos. He unscrews the lid and hands it to Angel. “See?”
Angel sniffs the contents. His expression shifts, becomes part hunger, part embarrassment. “So you don’t attack humans?”
“Good gracious, no!” Lizzy laughs again. “We’re not some Gothic creatures of the night, slinking out to nab unsuspecting humans and drag them back to our demonic lair.”
“Never got that nonsense,” Jerry sniffs, taking back the thermos. He takes a healthy swig and licks the bloody spume from his lips. He lets out a burp, flicks of gore peppering the air. “It may have swung back in the 1800s but this is the modern age. We’re civilized people, I’ll have you know. That’s why we went on this tour group.”
“Oh, yeah, the tour bus. We saw it when we pulled into the parking lot,” Lindsey finally ventures.
Jerry brightens at last. “You did? Well, we got together with these other vampires…” He takes another sip.
“Don’t hog the blood, dear. Gulp, gulp, pass,” Lizzy interjects. “We met them online,” she adds in Angel’s direction.
“Sorry, Liz. Here you go. The Friendly Ones, they call themselves. Anonymous, of course. You have to get a referral to join them. Seemed like a nice bunch,” Jerry elaborates.
Liz sips delicately at the thermos’s contents. “We meet regularly, tell newcomers how they can get plasma without assaulting human beings.”
“We get together for travel--”
Lizzy enthuses. “Yes! We get terrific group discounts!”
“--and night tours, spelunking, fireworks, zombie walks…”
“Oh, that last one was so much fun!” Lizzy looses another trill.
“But what you’re doing with him…” Jerry frowns again, losing his good humor, “it’s just not smart. It puts us all at risk.”
“Even if he’s willing? Even if he wants it?” Angel protests. He’s starting to sound genuinely annoyed.
“Humans always betray you sooner or later,” Jerry intones. “It’s one of the first things my sire taught me. That’s why I never contacted my family after she turned me,” he finishes primly.
“Oh, please, Jerry.” Liz rolls her eyes. “You didn’t contact them because you couldn’t stand them. You always said the family get-togethers were hell, especially during Christmas.”
“Well, be that as it may…” If Jerry could still blush, he probably would at this point. He settles for marching to the door and opening it. “I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.”
Angel throws up his hands. “No problem.” He exits the room, pulling Lindsey along. The door slams shut; Lindsey can almost feel the disapproval radiating from behind it.
As the duo march back to the stairs, Lindsey is just barely holding back his sniggers. “Shut up, Lindsey,” Angel growls.
He can’t help it. Lindsey gasps out, “Oh, man! I can’t believe it! I mean…zombie walks?”
“I just--who would have guessed?” Angel mutters. “Vampire groups online?”
“The Friendly Ones!” Lindsey lets out another gust of laughter. “I bet they have a motto like ‘Have blood, will travel!’”
Angel’s lips twitch. Then he’s chuckling. He’s actually laughing by the time they knock on door 439. “I wonder what Wesley will think about it.”
“Bet the Watchers Council never covered this.”
It is Wesley who answers the door. “Hello? What’s so funny?”
His perplexed expression causes Angel and Lindsey to go off again.
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After explaining the situation to the other members of their team, Angel outlines their instructions. He tells Gunn to come to Angel and Lindsey’s room so the man can retrieve his axe. Then the vampire and Lindsey will patrol for about three hours while Gunn and Wesley rest up. After that, they’ll head back to the hotel while the lawyer and ex-Watcher take their turn combing the streets. The six-hour sweep should rid the nearby streets of any demons and give them plenty of time to sleep before their next patrol.
Lindsey finishes unpacking their few belongings. “So…do we sleep for a few hours after or…?”
“I’d like to talk to Liz and Jerry again. The Friendly Ones may not be attacking human beings. But other vampires may not have the same agenda. Maybe we could ask them to keep an eye out for suspicious characters,” Angel murmurs.
“I don’t know if they’ll want to help. We didn’t exactly make a good impression,” Lindsey points out.
Angel lounges in one of the Travelodge’s padded chairs. It just barely holds his oversized frame so his long legs stretch across the floor. “Can’t hurt to ask.”
He’d been hoping for a little pre-eclipse sex. “I just didn’t want to get too tired the big day.”
Angel’s gameface ripples briefly over his face, the effect like a wave of ridged brows and thickened jaw. Yellow eyes glow briefly. “What you’re thinking about would tire you out way more than fighting, Lindsey,” he growls softly.
“Maybe you’re worried you’ll get tired out,” Lindsey throws back. It’s crazy, of course. Angel has got the stamina of ten men when it comes to sexual hijinks. But he’s hoping his boyfriend will rise to the bait.
The vamp disappoints him. “The eclipse will only be on from about 10:15 a.m. to 12:15 p.m. on the western coast. Two hours isn’t much time for vampires used to roaming around all night for victims. So let’s get in a little action now. We can sleep in on Sunday morning and afternoon.”
Ah, well. Lindsey can wait a few hours for sexy time with Angel. “If you say so,” he sighs. He shrugs on his new denim jacket. It’s longer than most, falling to his knees, and a dark navy blue, almost black in color. While he likes Angel’s leather look, he prefers denim when he’s going out with him. The touch of it is familiar, reminding him of the good old days at home.
Angel definitely approves, judging by the golden flicker in his eyes. But he leads Lindsey out the door, anyway.
They’re halfway down the hall when Angel freezes again. He turns his head--not at Liz and Jerry’s door--but towards the one opposite theirs. Lindsey doesn’t hear anything but Angel twists the knob until the lock breaks. When the door swings open, he charges into the room, Lindsey close on his tail.
There’s a rolling tray turned over on the floor along with various splattered foodstuffs. A young girl in a maid’s outfit is fighting two vamped-out men. As Lindsey watches, a stake lands in one chest and the vampire explodes into dust.
The other vampire grabs her hand and whirls her around, twisting it behind her back. Then the pair sees Angel and Lindsey. They both freeze, the girl and vampire, before the demon snarls, “Don’t just stand there, asshole! I’ve got myself a damned slayer!”
Her mobility severely restricted, she bucks at the vampire but can’t budge him off her back. Then Angel leaps forward, whipping out his stake and plunging it into the other’s back. Yellow eyes widen, “What the fu--?” just before he too disintegrates into dusty motes.
The girl staggers to her feet, brushing off the dust. She’s young, not much older than 16, and she’s one of the dumpiest females Lindsey has ever laid his eyes on. A flat chest flows into an almost negligible waist and chunky thighs. Her broad feet are crammed into unflattering dun-colored sneakers, almost matching the drab outfit the Travelodge has afforded her. The only remarkable thing about her appearance is the candy-floss pink hair dye that is starting to show her dishwater blonde roots.
Lindsey notes all this in the few seconds it takes for her to regain her equilibrium. She retrieves her dropped stake and glares at Angel. She’s about to lunge at him when Lindsey steps forth, one of his blades swinging out to point at her chest. “Whoa! Hold on, you! This guy just saved your life!” he snaps.
“For all I know, he was just saving me for his meal!” she snaps back. She cuts her eyes at Lindsey. “You’re not a vampire, are you? I can tell.”
“No, I’m not. Just a Grade-A human. Since I’m protecting him, what does that tell you?”
She snorts. “That you’re colossally stupid. He’s dangerous! They all are.”
Angel and Lindsey exchange a look. “You might want to sit down, miss. We’ve got something to tell you.”
“Not a chance! I’m not letting my guard down with a vampire!”
“Miss, you’re clearly new on the scene…”
“What in the world is going on here?!” The outraged female voice came from behind them. Angel and Lindsey smoothly return their weapons to their jackets before turning around.
There is an older woman, possibly in her 40s, standing in the hotel room doorway. She wears a spotless three-piece outfit like a suit of armor and is staring in shocked indignation at the mess in the room, the dangling knob and the two men standing protectively in front of the girl.
“Sorry to bother you, ma’am,” Lindsey states, beaming at her with all his Southern charm. “There’s been a little accident. This young lady was asking us not to tell anyone. She’s afraid of losing her job.”
Frosty gray eyes flick over him as she tries to get a look behind Angel’s large frame. “Who is it? Melissa?” The young girl has edged out defiantly but there’s worry in her expression. The older woman sighs, obviously frustrated. “You know, we hired you just a week ago to help with the excess tourism we were bound to experience. But if this is how you behave--”
“It’s entirely our fault, Ms.--”
“Mrs. Parker, Agatha Parker.”
“Mrs. Parker. My friend and I were showing her a dance move we learned in Cabo Cabo and the big lug just crashed into the tray,” Lindsey deadpans. Angel’s eyes flare in protest but his lazy smile doesn’t waver.
“But that doesn’t explain the doorknob. What happened here?”
Angel shrugs. “No clue. The handle just came loose. Maybe you should have Maintenance look into it.”
Mrs. Parker’s eyes flit back and forth between them. “Are you two staying in this room?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Well, we have friends who are staying in this room. We just came here to wait for them…” Lindsey tempers.
“And this young lady let us in when we knocked,” Angel adds, gesturing at the girl.
Mrs. Parker heaves another sigh. “Melissa, I know you’re new here. But the hotel has rules against this. You simply cannot let strangers into another guest’s room. The ones staying here are likely to be very annoyed when they come back and see this mess.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll get to cleaning it right away.”
“See that you do.” Giving the two men another appraising stare, Mrs. Parker turns and raises an eyebrow.
Lindsey glances back once to see stormy ire burning in Melissa’s eyes. Clearly, she’s not happy about letting a vampire get away. But she’s not willing to jeopardize her job or her secret identity as a slayer by staking Angel with Mrs. Parker so close. Here’s hoping they don’t run into her again before their business in Oregon is concluded.
“Nice blade, by the way,” Angel murmurs.
“Thanks. I got two of them, from a reputable dealer--not from Wolfram & Hart.”
“Good call.” The vampire gives him a heated stare. “Can’t wait to see them in action.”
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They step into the darkness. The streets aren’t quite as noisy as L.A. but there are some people roaming the sidewalks, taking advantage of what passes for Oregon nightlife and chatting excitedly about the upcoming solar event.
Angel’s eyes are sweeping back and forth, noting the swirl of the crowds, peering into alleys with almost impenetrable shadows. Every now and again, he taps Lindsey and makes a subtle head nod in one direction or the other. That’s all it takes for them to go peeling off and finding their prey.
So far, it’s been about one and a half hours and they’ve discovered no less than seven vampires trying to chow down on drunk and unwary tourists. Lindsey knows that folks tend to relax in smaller towns, that it’s the larger cities that make people hardened and nervous of strangers. Places like this cause them to let down their guard and be far more welcoming, even to people they don't know. An event like a total eclipse just brings out the clueless suburbanites to the streets. No wonder the vamps are congregating.
The latest alley doesn’t feature the usual surprised and terrified victim. Lindsey and Angel hear a violent scuffle and a horrifying low growl. “Come on, you toothy bastard,” a female voice sneers. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”
“Melissa,” Angel and Lindsey say, Lindsey in resignation, Angel with an almost irritated grunt.
The unknown vampire lunges while Melissa pivots on one foot. Lindsey notes that, while her turn is good, she’s almost overbalanced by her poorly distributed body weight. The bloodsucker twists so that the extended kick lands on one of his kidneys rather than his stomach. It’s still solid enough to hurt, judging by his hiss. But he grabs the hand holding the stake and begins wrenching it hard.
Melissa lets out a gasp of pain but snaps her head forward in a head butt. The vampire hisses again, louder this time, and backhands her across the cheek with his other hand, while still keeping a grip on her stake hand. “You picked the wrong vamp to mess with, you little blood bag.”
“I…bet…you say that…to all…the girls,” she grits out.
“Nah. I usually just eat them. But I got to admit…” he stops, his head snapping towards the alley entrance. He’s become aware of Lindsey and Angel’s presences.
It’s all the distraction Melissa needs. She stomps hard on one of his feet, causing his grip to loosen. Then she wrenches her arm free and lands the stake in his chest. She pants and coughs, waving away the vamp debris. When she steps closer to the light, her lip twists in a sneer. “Oh. It’s you two losers again.”
“Well done, Melissa,” Angel states drily. “Not bad for a newbie slayer.”
“I’m not a new slayer,” she hotly denies. “I’ve been doing this for six months now!”
“Six whole months. Wow, that is something. How long was your slayer at it, Angel?” Lindsey asks.
“Seven years and counting. Of course, she had a lot of help. Real friends, for one thing.”
“Proper training and exercise, no doubt,” Lindsey adds, running his eyes critically over Melissa’s less-than-perfect form.
“Decent weapons.”
“And a better idea of how to dress for battle. Those sneakers are a disgrace. I’m surprised that cheap rubber doesn’t make you skid,” Lindsey tsks.
Melissa flushes. “I didn’t know there was a dress code for killing demons. Not all of us can afford fancy leather-daddy coats,” she sneers, flicking her hands at Angel’s. “Besides, I don’t take fashion tips from vampires. And I’ve still got a stake with your name on it.”
“She really is out of the loop, isn’t she, Angel?” Lindsey questions, shaking his head in mock sorrow. “I’m betting her Watcher never even told her about how to get her hands on good blades.”
Melissa gives them a blank stare. “Watcher? What the hell are you two talking about?”
Lindsey barely restrains a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me? She doesn’t know about Watchers? The Watchers Council?”
“Yep. We’re dealing with a real beginner here, Lindsey.” Angel shakes his head, mimicking Lindsey’s fake sadness. “Six months. How’d she ever last that long?”
“It’s a miracle.”
“You know what? Screw you guys,” Melissa snaps. “I don’t need your advice. I’m doing just fine on my own.” She edges closer, lifting the stake as she prepares to attack Angel again.
“Well, maybe we could use your help,” Angel states.
That brings her up short. “What? You want…” The dark blue eyes shift from one to the other. “This is a trick, isn’t it?”
“No trick. We know that vampires will be out in force two days from now. We could use the help of a slayer to catch them,” the vampire states.
“Even one as clumsy as you,” Lindsey murmurs, so low only Angel hears it.
Melissa hesitates. Angel drifts out of the alley, his tread as silent and gliding as always. His dark eyes are fixed on the teenager the whole time; he’s not about to let her get too close with her stake at the ready. Lindsey stands in front of him, exercising caution as well. Melissa may hurt him to get to Angel but he’s betting that she won’t kill a human being if she can help it. Hopefully.
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The next two hours are…tense, to put it gently. Melissa alternates between glancing nervously at Angel and scanning the crowds for other vampires. However feeble her fighting style may be, her radar for the undead is dead-on target. She finds a few even before Lindsey does, though neither of them can match Angel’s acuity.
The trio works out a system. Melissa may not be the most attractive of females. But as far as most vamps are concerned she’s sweet meat on two legs. When she wanders up to them, radiating confusion and spilling an “I’m meeting my friends but I’m from out of town” speech, their eyes light up and they coo about how they’ll help her. When they invariably steer her towards a dark, out-of-the-way spot, Angel and Lindsey saunter up behind them, effectively cutting off their route of escape.
Stakes and blades flash as the three get down their rhythm. Lindsey thinks Melissa might make a decent slayer one day. Of course, he doesn’t say as much. He merely nods or interjects a comment or two as Angel critiques or makes adjustments to her fighting abilities.
“What I don’t get is why the other slayers haven’t found you yet,” Lindsey wonders after they kill one particularly burly specimen. He had been tough to take down, picking up Melissa and hurling her into a wall before Angel had tackled him and Lindsey cut off his head with one of his twin blades.
“Other slayers? Yeah, you mentioned them,” Melissa mutters. “I haven’t met any.”
“Why’s that?”
She pauses at Angel’s question, nibbling her lip. The vampire doesn’t press; he merely waits in that motionless way he has. “I’ve…I’ve been on the road a lot. My parents died when the house burned down while I was at school. The state wanted me to go live with my aunt.”
“And your aunt was unsuitable because--”
“Because her new husband is a filthy pervert who can’t keep his hands to himself,” she spits out. “So, yeah, not really gonna shack up with them.”
“Is that right?” Angel’s voice is eerily low. Lindsey can sense the change in his attitude, the sudden shift from sympathetic listener to lethal hunter.
“Yeah, that’s right!” Melissa bristles. “You probably think I led him on, that it was my fault, like my aunt said the one time she caught him with his hand up my shirt--”
Lindsey is quick to deny any such awfulness. “No, we’re not thinking that, darling. How long have you been traveling?”
“About four months. But I can handle it. I don’t need any charity or pity from the likes of you.” Her voice nearly cracks as she speaks but there are no tears. “I took off with the bag of clothes the shelter gave me and haven’t looked back since.”
She’s so young, although not as young as Lindsey was when he’d seen the repo men cart away his family’s possessions. He wonders what she’s done to travel on the road and how she’s managed to stay alive all this time, given her lack of training, decent clothes or weapons other than wooden stakes that look as if she hacked them out herself using her teeth and a nail file.
“Where did you live before you started traveling?”
“Why are you two asking so many questions? You want to write my life story or something?”
“No. But, as I said, there are many slayers now. If you could get in touch with them, they’d help you. You’d have a place to stay, proper food to eat…”
“And training,” Lindsey chimes in. “Accurate training with Watchers and other slayers to help.”
Melissa is wavering; Lindsey can tell. Angel knows it, too. He reaches into his coat and pulls out a card. “You see that number? Call them. Tell them where you are.”
She reaches out and snatches the card. Without a word of thanks, she stuffs it down the front of her sagging top. “If you’re screwing with me, I’ll track you down and shove a stake up your ass.”
“You’re welcome,” Angel mutters. “Lindsey, shall we head back to the Travelodge?”
“Might as well. It’s a little past time. They probably want to know what we’ve been up to.”
“You two have friends at the hotel? Who are they? Maybe we can get together and tell them what we’ve been up to all night.”
Now it’s Angel’s turn to hesitate. Lindsey doesn’t blame him. Melissa has got this forced nonchalance in her voice that has his instincts on high alert. He really doesn’t want her knowing where he and Angel or the other two men sleep, especially if she can get her hands on the keys to their rooms. Gunn and Wesley are human but what if she decides they’re dangerous? What would she try to do to them?
Then again, she’s an adolescent with the gracelessness of a newborn filly. He’s fairly sure she’s no match for Gunn and Wesley.
Apparently Angel agrees. “All right. Let’s introduce our friends to the Oregon Slayer.”
“I’m from Nebraska, act--” Her mouth clamps shut; she’s annoyed about giving away vital information.
“Fine. The Nebraska Slayer,” the vamp amends smoothly.
“Whatever.” But there’s a smile sneaking on to her face. Her head lifts a little higher as she follows Angel and Lindsey.
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The eclipse is glorious, a breathtaking event. Lindsey and Angel are a little too busy to enjoy the first hour, though. The vampires are indeed out in force, boldly mingling with human beings, pulling them under nearby bushes or into poorly attended Port-A-Pottys. The latter is a particularly clever if brazen maneuver, seeing as most humans pull open the door, see a corpse slumped over the toilet and close the door again with a muttered, “Excuse me.”
Fortunately, the Fang Gang is prowling the streets as well and plastic locks are no match for vampire and demonic strength. Angel and Lindsey have thwarted quite a few bold bloodsuckers trying to feast inside human shitters. Frankly, Angel doesn’t get the appeal.
“Vampires have senses ten times stronger than humans. These public pissholes just stink. How can they stand it?” he grumbles.
“Angel,” Lindsey states quietly. “I think the moon may be passing by soon.”
“I know, Lindsey. The other vampires know it, too. They’ll probably be heading underground or running back to their lairs.” He clasps Lindsey around the shoulders. “Want to watch?”
“With you? Always.”
They sit close to the bay. There are whales breeching through the water, adding to the majestic splendor of this event. Lindsey puts on his special glasses and stares at the cloaked sun. At his side, Angel is staring, too, and he envies the power of a vampire’s physique that allows Angel to peer unguarded at this sight so deadly to human vision. All around them, people are taking pictures, commenting quietly or with manic excitement about this rare occurrence in human history.
Then Angel begins to shift restlessly and Lindsey knows it’s time. With a sensation almost like regret, he stands up and they head back to the hotel.
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They are barely within the hotel room when Angel kicks the door shut and pulls Lindsey into a fiery kiss. Finally!
“God, Lindsey, I love this,” he mutters when their lips part.
“I’m pretty keen on it myself, Angel,” Lindsey gasps and then moans as Angel pulls aside his collar and nuzzles at the mark on his neck.
“No. I mean the warmth of the sun on your skin. It’s intoxicating. It’s like laying in front of a lit fireplace. I can taste the rays peeling off you.” He’s yanking the shirt off Lindsey, straining buttons in his haste.
There is no finesse to their undressing. For once, Angel lets his leather coat fall to the floor, heedless of wrinkles or stain. He’s down to one of his wife beaters (Lindsey had told him how sexy he found them so Angel wears one at every opportunity), his pants sagging down to his butt.
“Angel, need you,” Lindsey gasps.
“Easy, baby. I need to get the lube out of my pants,” Angel laughs. His lips suckle at one nipple, causing Lindsey to arch and whimper. Need streaks from the puckered marks from Angel’s fangs and he wants to tell Angel to forget the damned preparations for once. Lindsey has been ready for hours, the fighting having charged his excitement until he’s practically panting for his vampire lover.
Angel is more than ready too. His shoes and pants are shed at last and his erection is dragging streaky trails of pre-cum across Lindsey’s quivering belly.
But he’s going to take time to prepare Lindsey, in spite of his human partner’s groans of frustration. The lube is found and Lindsey can hear the lid being popped. The scent…it’s subtly different from what Angel typically uses. But Lindsey is too far gone to care.
A coated finger is inserted into his anus and Lindsey’s ring spasms tight around it as Angel lazily swirls it in the sensitive passage. The lube is cool at first but rapidly gets hotter. “Angel…what? Oh fuck!” he yelps as the heat definitely increases.
A sharklike grin graces the demon’s face. “It’s a different brand, Lindsey. Warming lube.”
“Warming…?” There is another flare of heat and Lindsey whimpers. “Oh God. I don’t, I can’t …it’s too much.”
“No, it isn’t. I’ve had this researched, baby. You can definitely take it.” He leans forward to whisper into Lindsey’s ear. “I told you I wanted warmth on your skin.” He licks from the ear down to scar on Lindsey’s throat and sucks it hard.
The human bucks against the broad chest above him and lets out a scream as he cums. Jesus, Angel hasn’t even fucked him yet and already he’s lost it. Angel lets out a growl and his face shifts.
“Lindsey…I didn’t give you permission.”
“I know, I know.” Lindsey swallows. “I tried to hold back. Really, but…”
Golden eyes gleam as he smears more lube on his fingers and begins smearing it over Lindsey’s nipples and heaving stomach. “Another great thing about this lube…it’s edible,” he whispers and lowers his head.
The cool tongue traces over his limp cock and Lindsey’s as hard as iron again. The tongue swirls over his head, lube, saliva and his own juices mingling in a heady flavor only a vampire can truly appreciate. Lindsey wants to reciprocate, wants to taste himself on Angel along with this new flavor he’s brought to their bed. But one artful suck and he falls back to the sheets, panting and crying out.
“Oh, oh, fuck, yes, GOD! That thing with your mouth, right there,” he gasps. He’s heaving and bucking into the vampire’s mouth. When Angel growls, the thrumming on his dick means that Lindsey’s nearly undone again. But a firm grip locks around the root of his cock; Angel means for him to wait this time.
He wants to wait, too. He wants Angel to be inside him when he cums again. But the pressure, the pleasure is too much. Lindsey is once again begging to be allowed to cum, wild, shameless pleas torn from him as he twists in the sheets. “Angel, please, you know what I…let me cum, I need it, need you, oh please…”
Angel is shoving his fingers into him, his weight placed in such a way that Lindsey’s legs are splayed wide, forced on to the mattress. The ache in his thighs is agonizing yet sweet, the singing in his muscles a brilliant counterpoint to Angel’s fingerplay, thrusting and withdrawing in exquisite simulation of what his cock will be doing.
The skillful lips have left his cock and now the vampire is pulling at his nips again, lapping at them with heavy strokes of the tongue, grazing them ever so lightly with his fangs. Lindsey clutches at Angel’s head, forcing him into his chest.
“Please, please, fuck me, bite me, don’t stop. Want to feel you, feel you cold inside me,” he sobs.
More lube, painted across his nipples like they’re Angel’s canvass. With a stern whisper not to cum, Angel laps harder at the right nip and bites into it.
Lindsey screams into the pillow, biting the casing with his teeth. The urge to cum is straining him at the seams, like he will literally explode if he isn’t allowed his release. The muffled shrieks are punctuated with his sobs as his fingers dig into Angel’s hair.
Angel shakes off Lindsey’s hand. That golden gaze rises and the cool body slides slickly over his. The large cock pierces Lindsey, the massive girth stretching and filling him as no one else can. He’s allowed to wind his legs around Angel’s back now, removing them from the painful frog-spread, and clenches his ass around that dick he’s been longing for for the past two days. “Yes…”
It’s familiar by now, what Angel does to him. Yet it always feels so new, so desirable. Lindsey is reduced to the yearning of a needy virgin every time.
Angel nuzzles into the crook of Lindsey’s neck and ivory fangs puncture him there as they have so often. He’s floating, flying, pushed out of his body by the soaring incandescence of Angel’s bite. The sucking sound seems magnified by a thousand times, the pulsing rhythm matched by his heartbeat. He and Angel are in sync; Lindsey almost imagines that a pounding answers his own from inside that still chest. He sobs in joy and pulls Angel closer.
And the warming lube is working its magic. Heat streaks along Lindsey’s flesh, inside and out, so that he’s panting from the trails of fire blazing through him. Like the sun working its way around the earth, Lindsey is a molten river of flame, giving his warmth freely to the demon lover feeding from him.
He has cum again…hasn’t he? Lindsey isn’t sure and he doesn’t care. Angel is rearing over him, grabbing the metal frame of the bed as he pulls back and forth over the captive mortal. His gaze is locked on Lindsey’s so that the man can’t look away. The intimacy of that look, its unspoken vulnerability and icy command galvanize Lindsey. He grabs at Angel’s neck and pulls him down for a passionate kiss.
Fingers coated in lube pinch at his exposed nipples and Lindsey wails into Angel. The vampire pulls his mouth away and whispers, “Cum, Lindsey. You can. Cum for me, baby.”
And he does. Of course. He was waiting for Angel’s command and Lindsey’s mad cry acknowledges this as his body arches, bucks and stills against his master as he cums. There is coolness inside him at last, alleviating the burn on his skin, and Lindsey squeezes his anus tight, determined not to lose a bit of it.
They lie in bed after, not talking, Angel licking him lazily, nuzzling Lindsey’s armpits, belly, the backs of his knees as he chases his scent. A vampire’s notion of sexual zones on a human body is vastly more varied than anything Lindsey has encountered with other bed partners and he relishes the tingles that follow Angel’s explorations.
“I’m glad we came here, Lindsey,” the vampire finally murmurs. “It’s good to get out of Wolfram & Hart for a while.”
“Same here.” He’s silent for a moment. “This was an incredible day.”
“Well, it doesn’t have to be the last. The next solar eclipse is in April 2024.”
“Really?” Lindsey laughs. “I don’t plan on waiting that long. If you like the sun on my skin so much, there are always tanning salons.”
The vampire’s face lights up as he grins. God, he loves those smiles on Angel, loves that he’s the one to put them there. They make such a change from the brooding vampire he once knew.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Lindsey. We’re heading back to L.A., where the sun shines every day. Just sunbathe on the roof and come back when you’re done.”
He kisses the Southerner hard. “Bring the sun to me, Lindsey.”

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