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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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His rest is deep and without disturbing dreams for once. Lindsey drifts up gradually through the layers, a feeling of incredible peace and smugness pervading his body. He doesn’t stop to consider what’s causing it; he merely basks in the sensation. He smiles, still clinging to the shreds of slumber, and shifts a little in the covers. His hands are oddly imprisoned and he struggles briefly to free them before deciding it’s not worth the effort. He turns onto his side and becomes vaguely aware there’s a solid form spooning him from behind.

“Morning, Lindsey.”

The last tendrils of sleep vanish at the sound of that voice. Lindsey cranes his head around and meets Angel’s amused stare. “Angel? Oh, so that wasn’t just a hot, wet dream I had last night.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Angel drawls. “I thought it was pretty hot, wet and definitely dreamy at some points.”

Lindsey chuckles and then snuggles into Angel’s expansive chest. “Definitely.” Angel wraps his arm around Lindsey and brings his head close for a deep, lingering kiss. Lindsey pants softly for air when he pulls away. “Really dreamy. But better than dreams.”

“You’ve been dreaming about me?”

Lindsey nuzzles at Angel’s collarbone in lieu of an answer. Damn, this is why people shouldn’t talk early in the day before they’ve had their morning coffee. All sorts of embarrassing things get blurted out. Angel kisses the top of his head. “It’s okay, Lindsey. Maybe I’ve had a couple of dreams about you, too.”

Startled blue eyes search his. “Really?”

“Yeah. Of course, it would probably have been between the times I was having dreams about Darla.”

The accusation isn’t lost on him and Lindsey sighs, his joyful mood dampened. “If it makes you feel any better, that was Lilah’s brilliant scheme not mine.”

“It doesn’t. But thanks for telling me.” There’s a longer silence as both men consider the misdemeanors of their past. Then Angel says, “Lindsey, what do you intend to do?”

Lindsey is immediately wary. Angel sounds as if he wants to have a TALK and Lindsey is loath to bring up anything damaging to their fragile newfound affair so soon after joining with the vampire. “I was thinking of getting up and having breakfast. Maybe a croissant, a mocha latte…”

“Lindsey, I’m serious. You can’t keep those visions. You don’t have demon DNA inside you only demon strength. It’s not going to be enough. Keep them and you’ll eventually die. They were destroying Cordelia’s brain little by little even before she went into her first coma. And once you get rid of the visions—”

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this? I told you the visions aren’t that bad,” Lindsey says stubbornly.

“Not yet.” Angel notices the mutinous stare and switches his tactics slightly. “Why did you get them in the first place? You said you wanted to find a way to get close to me but settled for Spike. But playing the sidekick with him isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, is it? And if it isn’t, then why go through all that pain?”

Lindsey deflates. Dammit, he hates when Angel’s right. He sighs. “You’re right. And it’s not as if you need seers. Wolfram & Hart’s got them up the wazoo. I’m pretty sure Spike wouldn’t care if I dropped out of sight. He doesn’t like jumping through hoops for the Powers. You should hear how he talks to the women he rescues.”

“I don’t need to. I’ve read the reports,” Angel replies dryly. “Lindsey, you have to get rid of the visions.”

“I-I know. But without them what have I got to offer?” Lindsey doesn’t dare ask the real questions. Last night was all he’d dreamed about and then some. But he yearns for more from Angel than just physical affection. Yet he can’t bring himself to ask for what he truly wants.

“What were you doing before you came back to L.A.?”

“Working in various different country music clubs. It’s proving tougher than I thought breaking into the music business.”

“Wolfram & Hart have got connections. We could probably—”

“I don’t want a handout, Angel.” Lindsey is secretly pleased Angel wants to help. But he wants to be an asset to the vampire not a charity case.

“Will you let me finish?” the vampire asks with asperity. “I wasn’t talking about handing you the Grand Ole Opry on a platter. We can put you in touch with various people. You can actually get your foot in the door instead of struggling for gigs.”

“Thanks. But I think I’ll pass. After Wolfram & Hart, I promised myself—no free rides,” Lindsey states firmly.

“Suit yourself.” Angel pauses as he thinks. “So you don’t want to be a seer for me or Spike. You don’t want help with your music career. What are you going to do while you’re in Los Angeles?”

“I really don’t know.” Lindsey’s plans had extended no farther than getting into Angel’s good graces and into Angel’s pants. Now that he realized being a seer held considerable danger, that trump card is gone. There’s nothing for him here except Angel.

Angel breaks in on his thought. “Lindsey, you should go back home.”

Shit, one night of incredible sex and he’s being dismissed. Lindsey is shocked at how much it hurts. “That’s it? Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am? I never pegged you for the fickle type, Angel.”

The vampire growls and hauls Lindsey flush against his body. This time the kiss is bruising, demanding, as Angel plunders Lindsey’s mouth. When he allows the other man space to breathe, he replies in a tense whisper, “My days of screwing for kicks are pretty much over, Lindsey McDonald. But you said no free rides. You need to make something of your life that doesn’t revolve around me.”

Lindsey licks kiss-swollen lips while he rallies himself to answer. “The feeling’s—mutual. It’s just…” He tries to think of how to say this. “We’ve just gotten together and I know things aren’t right between us—not by a long shot. I just don’t see why I should leave so soon before we’ve gotten everything straightened out.”

Angel rolls onto his back and folds his hands behind his head. “You’ve got a point. But we’ve got too much bad history lying between us here in Los Angeles. There’s Spike, for instance.”

Right. He’d almost forgotten about the other souled vampire. “Yeah. I have a feeling the guy would get upset if I stayed to be with you. He really doesn’t like you.”

Angel snorts, gold flickering in his eyes as he peers at the other man. “I really don’t give a flaming heap what Spike feels. But I don’t want to put you in the middle of our drama. We’ve already got enough baggage in that area.”

Lindsey doesn’t answer. The specter of that woman, the one Angel and Spike never talk about, hangs in the air between them. He’s aware that he would never truly be the bone of contention between the two vampires the way she is. However, Angel is right. Best not to add any fuel to that fire.

He snuggles next to the vampire again and one burly arm reaches out to enfold him. Mmm, tenderness after a night together. What he never had with his one-night stands or Spike is freely given with Angel. How can he give this up and go back to lonely nights in Oklahoma? Just the idea of it makes his heart flutter with a kind of panic.

It’s as if Angel reads his mind. “Oklahoma isn’t that far away. I could always visit. Just drop me a line; let me know where you are.”

Going limp with relief, Lindsey relaxes against Angel’s side and begins idly playing with the vamp’s nipples. “I’ll give you my address before I leave. Let me know when you’re coming, okay?”

“I thought you had plenty of clues last night about when I was coming.”

The double entendre takes Lindsey by surprise. He gives Angel a shocked glance and then bursts into hearty laughter. “You dirty vamp, you. You get that joke from Darla?” It’s a risk bringing her name into the conversation. Angel doesn’t seem to mind.

“Naw. Came up with that one all on my own.” He rolls over and pulls down the blanket exposing the slighter man’s body to view again. He runs his right hand over the patterns again and a cloud settles over his face.

“What? What is it?”

“It’s these markings.”

Lindsey doesn’t understand. Why does Angel look so upset? “What about them? I thought you liked them.”

“I do. I just don’t like what they stand for.” He plants soft kisses along Lindsey’s collarbone. “I don’t like not being able to sense you until I’m this close. It makes me feel deaf and senseless or as if you made yourself disappear.”

“I don’t know. I kinda like the idea of being able to take you by surprise,” Lindsey replies with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“It’s never a good idea to surprise a vampire, Lindsey. We’re liable to react violently. Like this!” He grabs Lindsey by the waist and yanks off the blanket. They roll around in the sheets for a minute and Lindsey feels Angel’s hardened cock rubbing him along his stomach and thighs. He barely has time to spread his legs before the vampire thrusts into him. Lindsey is still dry but he’s sufficiently loosened from last night so that the push causes him no pain. Nevertheless, he gasps at the suddenness of it and Angel grins. “Surprise.”

Well, Lindsey McDonald has a few tricks of his own. Bracing one leg against the bed, he flips so he is on top. Angel stares up at him as Lindsey plants both hands on either side of his head. “Relax. Trust me.” He rears up on his knees until Angel almost falls out of him. Then he slams his ass down with a solid push. “Uhhhh!”

“Damn! Lindsey!” Lindsey’s head falls back but he doesn’t need to see to know Angel’s face has shifted again. Angel clasps his waist but allows the young man to set the pace as Lindsey slides up and down, squeezing his ass on every down stroke. The Oklahoman groans, his prostate getting hit every damned time.

The broad body wriggles and inches up the bed until Angel’s back is resting against the headrest. Now their faces are almost level, Lindsey’s coming into range whenever he plops into Angel’s lap. It feels amazing being able to control the pace like this, seeing Angel’s face shift whenever his meat is squeezed. Lindsey holds the demon’s face between his hands and plants passionate kisses over that ridged brow and the big nose. Hot tongue dashes teasingly within the fangs until the exhilaration becomes too much. He settles for leaning his forehead against Angel’s as he continues to drive himself on that cold cock. “Angel. Fuck me! Goddamn!”

Angel licks up his neck to his earlobe and a rumbling cough rushes past Lindsey’s ear. He wonders if all vampires are this vocal in bed. Spike never had any other sounds in his repertoire besides grunts and whispered curse words. But Lindsey has learned that certain motions will rouse Angel to sharp yipping snarls. Others will make him growl. As if on cue, a muted growl rumbles against his chest and Lindsey shudders.

Angel seizes his lower lip between his fangs and delicately slices it open. He suckles at the tiny wellspring of blood and the mortal is forced to slow down unless he wants his lip to be torn to shreds. He whimpers because the rhythm is too halting for him to cum but Angel doesn’t release him. He only continues to suckle at that scrumptious lip.

With no choice but to move slowly, Lindsey opens his eyes to meet that golden stare. Angel looks almost content but that could be the blood talking. There is also loss and suffering in those eyes although that’s nothing new. What is remarkable is the air of vulnerability.

However, Lindsey could just be projecting. He used to imagine he saw that in Darla too—usually moments before she’d turn on him and verbally rip his heart into pieces. He’d thought he had no feelings left after being with Wolfram & Hart but that bitch had proved him wrong. How else could Angel have gotten so far under his skin?

The vampire releases his lip at last with parting licks to soothe and seal the tiny tear. But Lindsey continues to move with a dreamy languor on the shaft impaling him. There is a terrible attractiveness to taking his time like this, his breath sighing out in ragged catches to flutter on Angel’s face. Unable to bear that look any longer, he buries his head in one burly shoulder, silently offering his throat again.

Angel grabs his neck almost roughly, pulling him up to meet his eyes once more. “No. Look at me.”

“Am…looking,” Lindsey chokes. Angel’s face is fierce and desperate in its expression.

“And I want to see you.” He runs his fingertips over the runes as if to emphasize his dissatisfaction. “I want to see you when you cum. I want you.” He grips Lindsey with almost bruising force and thrusts up hard. Their heads crash together as Lindsey finds himself at the mercy of a surging body battling for control.

He can hardly force the words through his pinched throat but he tries. “Y-y-yes. Angel, want you. Here. More…faster! Want you!” Angel reaches down and tugs at the throbbing erection. Knowing fingers squeeze and crush the balls up against his length so that his entire package is wrapped in the vampire’s large fist. Nails brush over the corona and Lindsey is suddenly taut as a wire. “Angel,” he gasps. “I’m close. I’m gonna…”

“Then cum.” He wanted to hold back; he really did. Yet in spite of his desire to see Angel cum first he is no more able to resist that voice than he can stop breathing. Lindsey’s eyes widen and he wails as he shoots through Angel’s fist. Helplessly he watches his cum streak upwards to paint that pale chest. The sight is shockingly erotic and his body shakes as he cums again.

Angel yanks his throat to one side and Lindsey shrieks as those fangs are buried in him again. Massive pangs whip through his body. This is a far cry from last night. The bliss cloud is gone. There is searing agony but it’s like the tingle of a banged elbow, sharper and brighter by a thousand times. The fine line between pain and delight is blurring and Lindsey grits his teeth as he winds his fingers in Angel’s hair, striving to force his head deeper into his neck.

“Dontstopdontstopdontstopdontstopdontstop.” Lean, strong fingers grasp the Oklahoman’s buttocks, forcing them wider apart, and with two last jerks the vampire cums again, copious spurts flooding Lindsey’s ass until it flows down onto the bed. His nails are tearing frantically at Angel’s skin and he’s mewling in shock at the delight thrumming through his frame. Angel holds him tightly, still cumming, his hand stroking up and down Lindsey’s back as if soothing the mortal into accepting the feeding. Growls rumble through his body from the newly opened wound and Lindsey’s world cracks in two.

The ex-lawyer blinks his eyes sluggishly and wonders at the speckles in his vision. He turns his head to see Angel stroking his chest, an odd wonder shining in his dark eyes. “A-angel?” His voice sounds hoarse as if he’s been screaming. Maybe he was.

“Lindsey. Are you all right?”

The lawyer struggles to sit up but the room begins to spin a little and he abandons the effort. “More or less.”

“Um. I think something happened to you when we finished this time.”

The grin on Lindsey’s face is both self-satisfied and deeply happy. “I’d say a lot happened.” Angel’s hand stills and, when he removes it, Lindsey follows his gaze downwards and his eyes widen in disbelief.

The runes have disappeared. There isn’t a trace of them and he yanks off the blanket just to be sure. No, they’re entirely gone and he lifts his gaze to Angel’s watchful face. “How—?”

Angel shrugs and resumes stroking Lindsey’s chest in small circles. “Damned if I know. I was hoping you’d tell me. Did the expiration date run out?” Another joke. Boy, this isn’t the brooding vampire he remembers from over two years ago. But the mystery of the runes has to be explained and Lindsey thinks he understands.

“I-I guess I wanted you to see me again, to know when I’m around. That’s the only thing I can think of.” Angel’s hand is inching lower and Lindsey sucks in a breath in anticipation. But the vampire stops short before he reaches his target and his face becomes still. “Angel? What is it?”

“My cell phone’s ringing.”

“It is? I can’t hea—oh right. Vamp senses. You should get it then. It’s probably important.”

Angel nods but doesn’t immediately move. He presses a lingering kiss to the other man and then slides out of bed and pads naked to the door. Lindsey leans back, his eyes closing, and rubs at the scar on his neck. There is a distinct tingle and burst of heat in his belly and he’s just on the point of exploring this new sensation when Angel reappears at the door. Lindsey yanks his hand away and flushes as if caught doing something embarrassing.

The vampire is fully dressed, minus his tie of course. “It’s my people. They’re wondering where I am.” He pauses and then whispers, “I have to go, Lindsey.”

The other man nods, trying to school his expression. He doesn’t want to let Angel know how devastatingly hard it is to let him go. But he’s not capable of fooling Angel at this point. The vampire is by his side so quickly he barely has a chance to register his presence before the immortal leans down and kisses him again. The Oklahoman winds his arm around the demon’s shoulders and pours his whole soul into returning that fervent embrace. When Angel releases him at last, he tries to speak. “Lindsey, you know if I could—”

“Don’t. Okay? Just don’t. You can’t stay. I can’t stay. I’ll give you that address before you go.” He tugs at Angel’s shirt. “Shouldn’t you bathe first? If Spike’s still at Wolfram & Hart, he’ll smell me on you, won’t he?”

“After what we’ve done, I’d have to wash over a dozen times to remove every trace.” There is a tigerish quality to Angel’s grin as if he’s going to enjoy antagonizing Spike about this. Then his smile fades. “You should probably leave before dark, though.”

“That won’t be tough. I didn’t bring much in the way of personal items.” The vampire moves away with visible reluctance and it takes all of Lindsey’s willpower not to reach for him or call him back.

In the end, they don’t say much. There’s too much and too little to discuss at this point. As promised, Lindsey gives Angel his address in Oklahoma. He also leaves an email address, phone number, fax and pager number. No, Lindsey’s not anxious to keep Angel in touch with him. Not at all.

It’s another bright and sunny day in Los Angeles and Lindsey is glad he was able to wrap things up and leave before sundown. Another night here and he would have lingered in the hope that Angel would change his mind and come back to the apartment. He closes the shade in the plane window, having no desire to see the glaring sunlight outside. From now on, he’s going to be watching the nights—and hoping to see a certain vampire striding through them.

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