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All's Fair in Love and War	By : QueenB Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Lindsey > Angel(us)/Lindsey Views: 4125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The grip tightens dangerously and Lindsey wheezes, trying to draw breath through that unyielding fist. His back bends in a parody of desire as his mouth gapes for air. For a delirious moment he’s transported back in time when Angel attacked and nearly strangled him. The situation is not helped by the fact that Angel is still tumescent, lodged in his ass, and apparently quite forgetful of the fact.

Lindsey is on the verge of cumming harder than he ever has in his life and he senses the minute trembling that signals the impending crisis. Angel sneers in disgust and jerks out of him brutally, releasing his throat. “I’m waiting, Lindsey,” he growls low in his throat.

Lindsey painfully draws air into his lungs, struggling manfully to breathe. The rapid withdrawal without satisfaction for either of them nearly forces the tears to the mortal’s eyes. He blinks them back ferociously; now is not the time to admit further weakness. “I can explain, Angel. If you’ll just untie me—” He pauses to pant harshly.

“Not gonna happen.”

“Fine.” The flat utterance is punctuated by a sharp tug of his hands. The silk tears and Lindsey sits up, yanking off the remains of the tie and ostentatiously rubbing his wrists.

Angel backs away, amber eyes widening at the show of inhuman strength. “How did you—?”

“All part of the explanation, Angel.” He draws the thin blanket over himself, partially to give himself time to recover and partially because he’s tired of feeling so defenseless before that intense laser beam stare.

“I’ve been thinking about you for…ever since I left Los Angeles.” Okay, he didn’t mean to blurt out the truth so quickly. The aborted sex has left him feeling a hell of lot lonelier and needier than usual. But only the truth will convince the vampire now so he might as well start with the hard ones.

The gameface disappears—not that Angel appears any less threatening without it. “So you decided to honor my memory by stealing the name of my dead friend?”

“No! Look, I tried to hold out against it. I kept thinking that it was stupid to feel this way, that you’d cut off my hand, for Chrissake, that you’d turned your back on me when I really needed your help…”

“We’ve been through that, McDonald.” Lindsey doesn’t miss the use of his last name. So they’re back to that again. A hollow space opens up in his chest and a stony expression drops over his face.

“Right. Just water under the bridge, right? Except I’d hoped for more from the man who was about helping the helpless.”

“You thought of yourself as helpless? In between what? Defending blind assassins and having human women turned into vampires?”

Two can play at that game. “You’ve done worse, Angelus.”

“You’ve helped worse, McDonald.”

The two men glare at each other and then Angel leans forward, his voice steely. “As I’ve said, that’s all ancient history. I’m talking about your sullying the name of one of my best friends. It sounds more like you did it out of revenge than anything else.”

Lindsey sighs, resting his head in his hands. When he lifts them, the bleakness in his eyes stuns Angel. “I w-wanted—I’m not even sure what. I wanted to be close to you, all right? I came back to the city hoping that enough time had passed that we could let bygones be bygones. Imagine my shock when I learn that the high-and-mighty Angel has turned to the dark side and is the head of Wolfram & Hart.”

Now it’s Angel’s turn to look conflicted. Then his lips thin and he says, “We’re not doing evil any more, Lindsey. The keys were turned over to us because we stopped the last apocalypse, one that incidentally resulted in everybody in the damned building getting killed by a rock monster.”

“A rock monster? Was he one of theirs?”

Angel shakes his head. “No, I’m pretty sure this apocalypse happened way before Wolfram & Hart’s projected timetable.”

“Sounds about right.” Lindsey thinks over the plans for the apocalypse that he’d heard whispered about by upper management. None of it was supposed to happen in his lifetime but then that’s what everybody hoped for when they worked for the law firm. They all wanted the benefits of selling their souls; nobody wanted to deal with the inevitable aftermath. “Give me the apocalypse. Just not yet, by god” had been a running joke when he was still in office there. Ought to be the company motto… “And you say everybody in the building was murdered by this thing?”

“Lucky you got out when you did. I think a few people managed to escape, though. Lilah Morgan was one of them.”

A corner of Lindsey’s mouth quirks up in acknowledgement. “I’m not surprised she made it. That bitch was always sneaky.”

The two men share a private moment of appreciation for their mutual nemesis. Then Angel’s smile fades. “About Doyle…”

“Right.” Lindsey leans back against the headrest. “I came back hoping to start over and then find I’m once again on the opposite side from you. Big joke, huh?”

“Why didn’t you just come to us?” Angel asks.

Lindsey retorts, “And do what? Fill in a job application? I wanted to get away from the evil clutches of Wolfram & Hart, remember?”

“We’re not evil any longer. I’m trying to redeem my soul, Lindsey, not sell it to the devil. I would have told you that if you’d only asked.”

Lindsey runs his hand through his long, shaggy hair. “That wouldn’t have been good enough. Do you know how many clients I’ve had swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth who’ve lied through their teeth? All of Wolfram & Hart’s prophecies about the vampire with a soul said that you could be playing for either side come the final battle. When I heard you were running the firm and that Lilah of all people had recruited you I didn’t know what to think. I wanted to be by your side again but I wasn’t sure you could be trusted now.”

Now the vampire looks weary as if the subject of trust is one he’s tired of arguing. “So you become a seer for Spike instead and take Doyle’s name as what? An insult to me?”

“I-I guess I was hoping that word would get back to you, that you’d come to me and I’d see for myself what kind of man you’d become.” Lindsey swallows and fiddles with the blanket, the action revealing more skin

before he pulls it up again. “And, like I said, it was just a way of feeling close to you. If I couldn’t be a seer for one vampire with a soul, I’d try with another.”

“And how’s that working out for you?” Angel asks, his tone dry and ironic.

Lindsey grimaces. “Terrible, I’ll admit. Spike’s nothing like you. He’s an overachieving, self-aggrandizing little puke. He’s nothing but a thorn in my side.”

“Sounds familiar. I recall a certain lawyer from W&H who used to be like that.”

The Oklahoman’s glare speaks volumes. “I was nothing like Spike. For one thing, I was a much better dresser.”

Angel runs his eye up and down the prone form hidden under the blanket. “So I remember. And you’re much prettier, too.”

Prettier? That was a low blow. But at least the vampire doesn’t seem as angry as he did. “I thought I was cute.”

“Pretty and cute.” Angel smirks at Lindsey and the two men gaze thoughtfully at each other again. “So—you’ve been thinking about me for two years?”

Lindsey manages not to look away although the embarrassment is almost too great. “Yeah. You’d been a part of my life for so long, it was kinda tough to let go of you.” And Angel hadn’t really let him go, not in his dreams at any rate. At the thought of those dreams and the still-naked vampire seated on the bed near him, Lindsey’s desire begins to stir again.

Angel gives no sign that he notices. Instead he continues his questioning. “Now I’m trying to understand. You came back to L.A. to see me again, discover that I’m now in charge of Wolfram & Hart and instead of leaving decide to stay and play seer for Spike.” Again, the ex-lawyer is made the object of that unblinking stare. “Those visions are real, aren’t they? If they weren’t, my people would have gotten back to me about that demon.”

Blue eyes close as Lindsey rubs his temple in reflex. “They’re real enough, all right. They ought to be given what I paid for them.”

Has Angel heard him right? “You what? You paid to get these visions?”

Lindsey shrugs as if it’s unimportant. “I picked up the powers at an auction. The guy who sold them to me wasn’t too big on the details. He just threw in a complement of demon strength and told me the powers were non-refundable, that they weren’t liable for any damage incurred while using them, the usual garbage. It wasn’t ‘til the first migraine hit that I realized what I’d let myself in for.”

“Damn, Lindsey,” Angel swore softly. He inched closer, a sympathetic gaze running over the man. “You can’t keep these visions and stay human. They’ll kill you.”

“You were trying to strangle me a minute ago. What do you care if I die?”

Angel shifts uncomfortably at the accusation. “I wasn’t trying to strangle you. I was upset and angry and wanted to frighten you. I didn’t think you’d get off on it.” He stares pointedly at Lindsey’s lap.

“I wasn’t—hey, you were still fucking me at the time, you know! It’s not as if I could turn it off!” Lindsey hates being on the defensive like this. Then he sees the teasing light in those dark eyes.

Angel shifts so that he’s sitting side by side next to Lindsey on the bed. One big hand reaches beneath the sheet to wrap around the warm cock. “You still haven’t turned it off. It’s still there, waiting for me.”

Lindsey’s hips jerk up. He wants so badly to maintain some semblance of control around Angel. But the vampire makes it impossible. When he answers, his voice is shaky. “Y-yes.”

Angel strokes harder, the prick expanding in his grip. “Just like you’ve been waiting for me.” He continues with his fondling, knowing just where to squeeze and rub and just when to stop. He slows the motions and witnesses the palpable distress in the smaller man’s eyes. “So why Spike?”

Lindsey stills for a second then tries to evade the question. “What’s the matter, Angel? Jealous ‘cause Spike got there first?”

Angel snorts and pins Lindsey with a sarcastic smirk. “Jealous? You’re the one who told me he was second rate.”

“I believe ‘self-aggrandizing little puke’ were the words I used.”

Angel has stopped moving his hand completely. But the cock remains firmly locked, twitching in small spasms, in his grip. Lindsey can’t shake it and he can’t replace the touch with his own. If he wishes to continue, he’s going to have to come clean. Lindsey bites his lip, burying his face in the vampire’s shoulder. He doesn’t think he can speak and meet that penetrating gaze. Angel allows this, knowing it makes it easier for him.

Lindsey swallows, summoning the strength to speak without faltering. “I-I honestly didn’t intend to have sex with him when I started working with him. It just happened and it was close enough to the real thing for me to pretend. He was—he was, in his way, a pale imitation of you. Vamp with a soul, cold hands, cold-blooded, cold everything. Happy now?” he mumbles.

“Not yet.” He shoves aside the blanket and rolls atop the stunned mortal. The movements are so swift if the Oklahoman blinked he would have missed them. His legs are tenderly parted as the vampire nestles between them. His arms free to move as he wishes, Lindsey embraces him, pulling him down for a soul-searing kiss. Angel’s jaw works, sucking the breath from his mouth, lapping once more as if basking in Lindsey’s warmth. He pulls back briefly to speak. “Lindsey, I’m glad you chose me.”

“Me too,” Lindsey whispers.

The awful moment has passed and Lindsey has evidently been forgiven. Angel enfolds the small man in his arms and rocks over him so their cocks touch. The moist slickness causes the skins of their shafts to bump and slide together. Lindsey clutches Angel hard, no longer holding back his own strength, and is gratified to see the vampire’s eyes widen in surprise at the firmness of his hold. Pushing from the mortal slightly, Angel moves back and then forward, sheathing himself within in a single motion. Lindsey lets out a prolonged shuddering breath of delight. “A-angel?”

“What?” The word is distracted, Angel’s mind on other things. He draws back out, his cockhead brushing over that sensitive spot, and Lindsey nearly forgets to speak again.

“W-what does it feel like? What do I feel like?” The demon’s voice is unbearably sexy; he wants to hear it.

“I can hear everything. The flow of blood under your skin.” He pauses to lick up the side of Lindsey’s neck, relishing the throbbing of the artery. “The crisp sound of your hair against the pillow. The shift of your body on the bed sheets. The way your heartbeat speeds up and races in your chest. Like now.”

He ducks his head to sniff at and dip his tongue in the hollow at the base of the throat. “I can smell your aftershave. Musky but not too sharp.” He runs his hand down the chest to the ridged muscles of his stomach. “I can feel every bit of gooseflesh on your skin.” He digs his nails into the belly heaving under him and listens to Lindsey hiss in satisfaction.

“And the way you feel around me—so moist and slick and so damned tight.” Lindsey squeezes his lower muscles in response and Angel’s eyes flicker again. “Yeah. Fuck. Good, Lindsey, fucking good.” All the while his speed has gradually slowed. The torturous motions are back and Lindsey doesn’t think he can bear it. Legs locked around the cool wide body between his thighs, moaning cries being wrenched from his quivering frame, it’s all the young man can do to hold himself back. But this time he’s determined to cum with Angel no matter what.

“A-and what else? My emotions? Y-you said you could smell my fear once,” he gasps out.

“More. I could tell when you were horny. I knew when you wanted me. I could tell when you were afraid of me. And they were often at the same time.”

If Lindsey hasn’t been flushing before, he just knows his face has turned beet red now. “Jesus, Angel.”

Angel smiles and draws back to whisper, “I wanted you, too. But I couldn’t have you.”

“But now you can,” Lindsey breathes. His body responds to Angel, almost beyond his conscious control. His back bends, curving into another lethargic thrust, the air sighing out of him. His ass ripples and then clenches around the vampire’s meat, pulling a grunt from the man atop him. “No fear now, Angel. Just wanting. For you, all for you.” His head tosses on the pillow and his throat arches. “I trust you, Angel. Please.”

The massive frame over his stills completely and the supplicant fears his request will be refused. Then the demon shifts and the dance continues. Sweet sighs and deeper moans fill the air as Angel expertly plays on the pleasure points in his body. Sounds are spilling from the southerner: words he won’t be able to call back, words of endearment and desire bursting from him in an unceasing torrent.

“God, Angel, please. Don’t hold…want you…harder…more. Too much…you’re the... Oh, touch me there again.” The words aren’t always so understandable. And they are nearly drowned out by growls from the demon riding him. It’s as if a powerful beast were brought to bay in his bed and Lindsey shivers when those fangs reappear. It’s not in terror but pride that he can affect such a change in this magnificent creature. One last push and Angel’s body is sealed to him completely, his cock firmly lodged in Lindsey. “Angel…”

“I know, Lindsey. Now.” There, the command given, Lindsey loses the last vestige of control. As the first spurts of cum race from his aching cock, ivory fangs slide effortlessly into his jugular.

He screams. At least he thinks he does; he’s lost all sense of his own body. He’s only aware of this feeling and the demon holding him and drawing the life from his veins. It’s as if the air has turned into a kind of solid heat, both setting him on fire and squeezing him until he can’t breathe.

He sucks tenderly and the man in his grip trembles in response, the body and throat curving even more into his arms. The careful, deliberate stoking of the mortal’s lust had overwhelmed all else until Lindsey felt no pain and this is the sweet result. Adrenalin and desire flood the veins, deepening the rich coppery taste. The whole of Lindsey McDonald lies in this exquisite banquet and Angel takes another delicious pull as the body spasms, the anal passage tightening in a vise around him.

The sensation of icy semen filling his ass brings Lindsey back to his senses somewhat. He’s cumming as well—has been with Angel’s first whispered command. With each convulsion, Lindsey clamps down around Angel’s rod, drawing another from the brunette vampire. The demon is still screwing him and their orgasms are almost in perfect sync.

The mortal is cumming continuously and shows no signs of slowing. The bite is spurring his lust as it frequently does to its human victims. The mortal heart bangs in a rousing timpani against his still chest, a bird fluttering its wings to escape the cage of Lindsey’s ribs.

In spite of his own euphoria, Angel is listening very carefully to the thudding heartbeat. Humans can lose a lot more blood than they realize before reaching the point of no return; Lindsey is in no immediate danger. Angel grasps the mortal offering, drawing him closer, and continues to drink.

Lindsey is floating on a cloud of bliss and fulfillment. Somewhere at the edges of his fading awareness there is a sense of danger and the faint traces of pain. But he can’t grasp either of these warnings or bring himself to care. He arches, tremors of delight lancing through him again, as he offers the supreme gift to his lover. Yes, sometime during the lengthy hours, Angel has become his lover. He may have even said so though he’s not certain. It doesn’t matter. He abandons the urge to think. He winds his arms tighter around Angel, refusing to release him, refusing to be released.

“AngelgodgodAngelAngelAnnnngelllldontstopdontstopdontleavemeuuuhhhhh…” He is weary but he will willingly push himself beyond weariness, beyond pain, if it will make Angel happy. He dimly knows it’s not a good idea to make Angel happy but he’s forgotten why. The fangs are withdrawn and this provokes a last silent, dry orgasm before he collapses.

The demon lifts his head at last, amber eyes like glowing suns looming over the prone man gasping in the bed. The blue-eyed man lifts a shaking hand to grasp Angel’s neck and pull him down for a final kiss. His tongue avidly washes those fangs free of blood before his head drops heavily onto the soft pillow.

Angel watches Lindsey sleep, listening as the pounding heartbeat slows to a normal, even rhythm. He shifts and grimaces a little. There is a pool of semen currently soaking the sheets—the result of their combined lovemaking. He grins and licks his lips. Well, he knows how to get rid of most of it…

As he provides the drowsing ex-lawyer with a very thorough tongue bath, the husky brunette gives thought to the night’s events. Angel has waited five years to taste Lindsey McDonald. He had told himself it was only the hatred of a mortal enemy that made him want to drain the irritating little prick dry all those years ago. But if that were the only impulse at work, he would have staked a certain blonde vampire long ago when he’d first met William.

He’d smelled the absolute stinking terror peeling off the young man in waves that time he’d come to his office begging for help. He’d been so merciless to him. Even years later his own harshness had baffled Angel. But he’d seen so much of himself in that scared boy: the eagerness to slide down dark paths in flight from an intolerable home life, the terrified flailing to escape when sanity and soul had returned. He hadn’t forgiven himself back then. How could he forgive Lindsey?

The desire he’d often sensed from the slight lawyer would have been so easy to return. But he had stifled it beneath a façade of unconcern until Lindsey had been driven away. The only other time he’d regretted such a parting had been with Buffy. His only consolation was the hope that Lindsey had also found his place in the world without a condemned creature of the night to hold him back.

But now Lindsey has come back—and for him, it seemed. He’d even gone to the extent of getting those visions for him. Angel sighs needlessly. They were going to have to talk about that. But first things first…

Satisfied that most of the evidence from the night’s activities have been taken care of, he pulls the blanket completely over the young man until it covers him up to his chin and tucks it around his slight frame. Lindsey might not like being swaddled in this fashion but at least it will prevent him from taking a chill due to blood loss.

Leaning on one elbow to survey his handiwork, Angel smirks at the picture his bed partner makes. Lindsey really is rather cute. Pressing a kiss on Lindsey’s forehead, the vampire settles down beside him. Watching over him like the patient hunter he is, Angel basks in the sight of Lindsey until sleep claims him as well.

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