Title: Nympholepsy
Author: Strange Creature
Rating: NC-17, M/M slash and language; m/m smut, ...I hesitate to dub this a PWP, but there is a great deal of The Sex™.
Pairing: Lindsey/Angel cough meant to be! cough
Summary: Lindsey asks for a final favor before the big fight. This is sort of a continuation of the "I want you, Lindsey" speech of "Not Fade Away". I mean, that wasn't the end of the conversation, right? Here's what happened next.
Disclaimer: These wonderful characters aren't mine, but belong to Joss Whedon, the incredible genius/insufferable tease, and Mutant Enemy (Grr. Arrgh.).
Author's Notes: Nympholepsy: (n) a rapt state induced by longing for the unattainable.
Dedication: Yay for Menomegirl! There's a whole paragraph in here that's hers (And no, I'm not telling which one!). The Beta with the most-est, I tell ya!

"If you want me, I'm on your team," Lindsey finished, wondering if Angel would fall for the obvious word-ploy he had set up. Sure enough...

"I want you, Lindsey." The vampire paused, considering what he had just said. "Thinking about rephrasing that..." Lindsey smirked, raised an eyebrow as he turned to go.

"Yeah, I'd be more comfortable if you did," the lawyer lied over his shoulder, heading for the door. "I want you, Lindsey." That was a moment he was gonna file away, even if Angel hadn't meant it the way it sounded. One of those phrases he could check off the list of things he wanted to hear in his lifetime, somewhere up there with, "Sorry I chopped off your hand, Lindsey." He reached for the door to let himself out of the meeting room when Angel's voice stopped him.

"Lindsey. Wait," Angel called, sounding awkward. He turned back to find the taller man scuffing his feet on the garishly colored carpet (specifically designed to hide bloodstains, Lilah had informed him proudly), and not meeting Lindsey's eyes. Lindsey waited, hooking the thumb of his borrowed hand through his belt loop. It felt strange, waltzing around the firm dressed like he was back in Oklahoma. Nice to get out of those damn suits for a change, though. Nice to stop pretending, at least on that account. Lindsey slouched against the doorframe and tilted his head expectantly to the side, feigning boredom.

"There's a very real chance that none of us are going to survive this fight," Angel began, clasping his hands behind his back like he was giving a lecture, or on his way to starting one. Lindsey eyed him dubiously.

"Now who's not listening, champ? Didn't I just get through saying that?" he wondered aloud. Angel ignored him, his dark, ridiculously sad eyes holding Lindsey where he stood. The light streamed in from the window behind the vampire, making the shadows play over his cheekbones and pool around his eyes. Something else Lindsey thought he would never get to see; Angel in the sunlight. 'Course, with the specialty glass in the windows, the lunk of a champion wasn't bursting into flames like he did so nicely in some of Lindsey's favorite fantasies... but nonetheless.

"I'm just saying, if there's anything you need to do before this happens, do it now," Angel told him, his voice monotone. It sort of made Lindsey miss the old days when the vampire wasn't above smashing down doors and hollering threats at people. Back when he didn't use words like 'x-factors' and 'profit margin' and hunch up his shoulders like he was bearing the weight of the world on them.

"I took care of that before I came back to kill you, but thanks for the thought," Lindsey replied with a lopsided grin. "Sent my family enough money for a decent place of their own, and some more for my kid sister. She got married last year, y'know." Lindsey hadn't spoken to Angel about his family since the Vanessa Brewer incident, but the vampire smiled kindly now, like he meant it, not even laughing at the hint of Southern drawl that crept into Lindsey's voice whenever he talked about them. Lindsey remembered that same smile from years ago, when he was leaving LA.

"That's good of you," Angel said grudgingly. Lindsey snorted.

"Don't strain yourself. Look, there is something I need to do, actually. Can I ask you for a favor?" Lindsey asked suddenly. There, the words were out. The first step was the hardest, right? He pushed himself away from the door and moved to lean as casually as he could against the slick-topped table. Angel's eyes tracked his movements like a predator, as they always did.

"I don't owe you a thing," he pointed out. Lindsey rolled his eyes.

"That's why it's a favor, not a debt," the lawyer pointed out wryly. Angel pulled a face that on anyone less imposing might have been called a pout.

"What do you want, Lindsey?" he sighed. Lindsey cleared his throat, suddenly aware that his hands were trembling. He braced them against the edge of the table behind him, wondering giddily if Angel could hear his heart thumping in his chest. This shouldn't be so hard... but it was. (Just ask him already!)

"I want...that is, I was wondering if you could..." Lindsey muttered. He shook his head and raked his hair out of his eyes with an impatient gesture, steeling himself and looking right into the vampire's eyes. "Will you kiss me?" The look of surprise that crossed Angel's normally stoic features was enough to make Lindsey blush; he could feel the blood burning hot in his face and he ducked his head, waiting for Angel's inevitable laughter.

"That's the favor?" Angel asked, his voice low and annoyingly calm. Lindsey nodded, still unable to drag his gaze away from that godawful carpet.

"Yeah," he whispered, contemplating making a break for the door. The touch of Angel's hand under his chin made him jump. And for once, he wasn't being strangled, which he had half expected. He managed to shoot Angel a questioning look, startled to find the vampire smiling down at him, amused.

"Can't kiss you if you won't look at me," Angel explained, brushing a lock of too-long hair off Lindsey's face before snaking his arms around the man's waist and bending close. Their lips met, Lindsey's half-parted with surprise already, his mind still reeling with the feel of Angel's cool fingers on his face, such a rare touch from the vampire... one that didn't leave a bruise afterwards. His shocked brain was only just registering the vampire's lips on his own, and he pressed himself closer with a desperate little groan that he couldn't quite stifle, giving back as good as he got. Lindsey clumsily wrapped his arms around Angel's broad shoulders, tangling his fingers in the vampire's short hair, spiky with gel.

Lindsey couldn't pretend he hadn't imagined what this might be like, nearly as many times as he fantasized about finally staking the self-righteous bastard. Remarkable really, all the little details he couldn't have predicted; the pressure of Angel's strong fingers tracing hard, aimless patterns across his lower back, the faint coppery taste of the vampire's lips, and the height difference that forced Lindsey onto his toes. As for the rush of heat coursing through him, straight to his groin... well, he had sort of predicted that bit, though not the intensity of it. Lindsey knotted his hands into the dark leather of Angel's collar and clung to him, afraid that if he let go, this would end. Wanting... no, needing more, Lindsey hungrily thrust his tongue past Angel's lips, finding the vampire eager to duel with him there. He tasted sharp, like salt and alcohol, maybe even a little like blood, though that was probably Lindsey's imagination.

Dizzy with sensory overload and lack of oxygen, Lindsey found his knees going somewhat weak beneath him. He gasped when Angel broke the kiss suddenly, only to lift the smaller man easily and half place, half throw him onto the table top, sending Lindsey sprawling backwards onto his elbows, his legs still dangling over the edge. The vampire's eyes were dark with something like passion, and the sight sent a thrill down Lindsey's spine.

"If you don't want this, you'd better say something now, Lindsey," Angel growled, stalking closer to lean over him, his hand braced next to Lindsey's hip, his stance casual despite the fact that he was rather suggestively positioned between the man's knees. Lindsey couldn't help but laugh. How long had he wanted this? Probably since Angel had slipped his business card back into the pocket of his jacket with casual grace and a smug pat, making his rather spectacular entrance into Lindsey's life. So much had changed since that day, and yet, nothing at all.

"I want you, Angel," Lindsey assured him, purposely echoing Angel's earlier words with a sly grin. Angel's answering smile was slow and deadly, a predatory smile.

"Gonna rephrase that?"

"No chance."

"Good." And then Angel was on him, not-quite-crushing Lindsey beneath him as he supported his weight with his forearm, pressing Lindsey's shoulder blades flat against the cool marble surface as he resumed their kiss, hot and frantic. Lindsey couldn't keep from squirming a bit, the inadvertent pressure of Angel's body between his legs driving him insane. Angel's fingers traced the curve of his throat and his collarbone under the material of his shirt, then darted up to tug lightly at the gold hoop in his right ear, pulling back just enough to grin at the panting lawyer. "What look were you going for, exactly? Cowboy? Pirate?" he teased lightly, turning Lindsey's head in his hand to nibble at the ornament in question, tracing his cool tongue over the spiral of his ear and drawing a slight gasp from the man.

"Says the CEO wearing leather..." Lindsey chuckled breathlessly, his laughter turning into a groan when Angel's agile tongue moved to his throat. "Oh god, Angel." he whispered, shocked at the raw need in his voice. He let his head fall back, ignoring the urgent whispering voice in the back of his mind that reminded him he was happily baring his throat to a vampire who had nearly killed him on more than one occasion. That voice was immediately forgotten as Angel dragged his tongue roughly over his neck to his jawbone, sliding up to kiss his mouth again, as passionate as a lover. Lindsey had the presence of mind to be thankful for the lips currently engaged with his own when Angel slipped his hand between their tangled bodies to cup Lindsey's growing erection. Who knows what nonsense he might have said? His little whimpers of desire were lost in the kiss, and the man writhed under Angel's teasing touch. Neither of them heard the door open, until a feminine shriek sent them flying apart guiltily.

"Oh. My. God." Harmony pronounced, staring wide-eyed back and forth between the men. Lindsey cleared his throat, sitting up and trying his damnedest to look nonchalant, becoming acutely aware of one of the downfalls of wearing tight jeans, fighting in vain against another blush. Angel straightened his rumpled jacket casually and shrugged.

"Can I help you, Harmony?" he asked calmly. The blonde vampire started to giggle, covering her pink-tinted lips with the manila folder she had in her hands.

"I knew it! I knew it! Spike so owes me ten bucks," she crowed triumphantly.

"This isn't what it looks..." Angel began, pausing as Harmony's words sunk in. "Wait...what?!"

"I bet Spike ten bucks that you two were doing it," Harmony clarified helpfully, punctuating the word 'it' with a conspiratorial wink. "I mean, come on... it's so obvious! He's too pretty to be straight anyway," she pointed out, with a nod in the rogue lawyer's direction. Lindsey's jaw dropped and he sputtered the beginnings of a useless protest, while Angel just blinked at her in stunned silence. Harmony flapped her pink-tipped nails at them flippantly, still giggling. "Don't worry... I won't tell anybody. Except Spike, of course, cause you know... ten bucks! I'll just leave you guys to it, 'kay?" she offered cheerfully, with another overly dramatic wink. She sashayed back out the door, tossing her long hair over her shoulder as she went. Lindsey groaned and put his head in his hands with a muffled curse.

"Christ, Spike's gonna laugh himself sick," he said, wondering why he couldn't keep the idiot grin off his face, as thoroughly mortified as he was. Angel just chuckled low in his throat, coming over to lean against the table beside Lindsey. His fingers toyed almost absently with Lindsey's earring again, making the former lawyer glance curiously at him.

"You realize Spike's going to be paying ten bucks for nothing here," Angel said, his voice bored, but his dark eyes sparkling with something almost feral that shot down Lindsey's spine and made him shiver. He scrambled to turn the free-floating words in his lust-addled brain into an intelligible sentence, his suave lawyer persona obviously out at the moment.

"Oh yeah?" he managed hoarsely, wondering if Angel was just messing with him again. Angel traced a loop around Lindsey's knee and proceeded to walk his fingers up the man's thigh playfully.

"Yeah. And as I'm sure you already know, one of the perks of this office is the personal elevator up to my rooms," Angel added nonchalantly, snaking his fingers around the wrist of Lindsey's borrowed hand, examining the faint red line encircling the joint closely. Lindsey held his breath. "You still have a scar," the vampire noted quietly, bringing Lindsey's wrist to his lips, caressing the mark lightly with his tongue. Lindsey made a noise like the lovechild of a gasp and a whimper before he could stop himself. Somehow this touch was more erotic, more arousing, than even Angel's hand through the denim of his jeans had been.

"If you're fucking teasing me here, Angel, I'll throw you out the window myself," Lindsey whispered fiercely, the sight of the vampire mouthing his wrist making him so hard that it hurt. Angel glanced up, grinning wolfishly at the flushed lawyer.

"I'm not teasing. Just say the word, Lindsey," he murmured, his lips moving over the sensitive skin, sending sinful thrills of pleasure shooting through Lindsey. The man growled in dismay, knotting his free hand in the dark material of Angel's shirt, trying to pull him close. Angel remained as unmovable as a marble statue, smirking devilishly down at him. "Gonna make you say it, Lindsey." Lindsey cursed under his breath, making the vampire chuckle. "Nope... wrong words. Try again." Lindsey glared up at him, torn between oh-so-familiar hate and undeniable want.

"Oh, damn you to hell, Angel. Fine. Please?" he hissed through gritted teeth. "Please, Angel, I need this." The wicked grin that spread across the vampire's lips was pure Angelus.

"Now was that so hard?" he teased, snatching Lindsey off the table with such force that the lawyer yelped, crushing the smaller man to him for another mind-searing kiss. He released his grip slightly when Lindsey struggled against him.

"Upstairs. Now," Lindsey panted, his blue eyes glassy with lust. Angel nodded, moving with a speed that belied his impatience; his fingers still a flesh-and-blood vise around Lindsey's wrist as they stumbled to the elevator doors. Angel jabbed the up arrow with his thumb, then slammed his willing captive against the wall, pining him with his hands and body. Lindsey laughed breathlessly, dragging the vampire down to lock his mouth to Angel's, hot and demanding. He fumbled with the buttons of Angel's dark shirt before finding his hands trapped above his head in a grasp just painful enough to make him moan into the vampire's mouth.

"Wait," Angel ordered, his voice calm, despite the hard erection he was grinding against Lindsey's hip. The elevator doors, thankfully, choose that moment to slide open with a melodic chime and the hiss of hydraulics. Angel threw Lindsey inside, sending him stumbling off balance into the far wall, the rough treatment of his favorite evil lawyer a habit he couldn't seem to break, and one that Lindsey didn't really seem to mind. The impish quirk at the corners of Lindsey's kiss-bruised lips told the vampire that the lawyer was enjoying these long forbidden pleasures as much as he was. He stalked in after the man (really there was no other word for it, Lindsey realized) tearing the front of Lindsey's blue cotton shirt open with a quick jerk that sent only a few buttons scattering.

"What happened to waiting?" Lindsey laughed breathlessly, imagining he could feel the heat from the vampire's gaze as it swept appreciatively over his naked chest.

"Changed my mind." Angel answered shortly, slipping his hands under the material to caress the curve of Lindsey's hip before tugging the torn shirt off entirely, his chest and thighs tight against the man's. Lindsey writhed against him, desperate for more contact. The entire experience still seemed surreal, after wanting it for so long, pretending it was Darla he wanted, or Eve... anyone but the big, hard body he was grinding himself mindlessly against now, pride and history forgotten for the moment.

"Miss the tattoo's?" Lindsey wondered playfully, biting back a gasp at the pleasure of Angel's fingers brushing over his nipples, hard and sensitive already.

"I kind of like you like this," the vampire admitted, ducking to trace a wet path around the man's left nipple with his tongue. Lindsey bit his lip until he could nearly taste blood, arching into the erotic touch.

"Angel..." Lindsey gasped, moaning as Angel scraped his teeth lightly over the bud, lighting up his nerve endings with the sensation.

"Hmm?"

"You... have to... press the damn 'close' button..." Angel blinked at the man in confusion before it dawned on him that the elevator wasn't moving, the metal doors still open and waiting for his signal. "Please?" Lindsey added, trying for sarcastic and coming up with pleading.

"Right." Angel spun, fumbling ungracefully for the correct button, before turning back to Lindsey and studying him for a moment. The lawyer looked good like this, in all his wanton glory, leaning flushed and half-naked against the wall. And for once, the blazing fire in his blue eyes wasn't hate, but pure, unadulterated desire. Angel struggled for control, over both his body and his demon, both screaming at him to TAKE THE BOY RIGHT NOW! Lindsey observed him curiously, the faintest look of surprise crossing his face as he met Angel's stare.

"Alright there, champ?" he asked quietly. Angel took a deep, albeit unneeded breath, watching the edges of his vision blur slightly as his eyes changed back to brown from the demon-yellow, losing that extra sharp predatory focus.

"It's under control. Scared?" Angel wondered. Lindsey shrugged noncommittally.

"Not really. I've got nothing to lose if you do kill me. I... it wouldn't be such a bad way to go, I guess," Lindsey mused. Angel shook his head impatiently, closing the distance between them in a stride, boxing him in with his arms as the elevator lifted them suddenly.

"I'm not going to kill you, Lindsey," Angel told him seriously, his fingers trailing a path from shoulder to wrist, circling the sensitive scar there and making Lindsey's blue eyes flutter to half-mast with the sensation.

"Not today," Lindsey murmured, before snatching his wrist out of Angel's grasp suddenly and rubbing it with his free hand. "Jesus, Angel! We've had about three years of foreplay at this point. Stop teasing."

Angel grinned at him wickedly, fumbling with Lindsey's belt buckle for a frustrating moment. "Let's see if we can't do something about that, hmm?"

Lindsey was panting harshly, still not quite able to believe this was happening after all this time, while Angel worried the belt buckle open, unsnapped the jeans, and tugged just hard enough so the zipper slid down on its own. Then his hands whispered up the errant lawyer's back, sending little shocks of pleasure running through the younger man's body. Brown eyes locked gazes with blue ones as the vampire ghosted his hands back down, and slid them under the jeans, to cup Lindsey's ass in his palms. Lindsey bit his lower lip and moaned, as Angel pressed their bodies together, bringing the lawyer's hardness into contact with his own.

"I'm not teasing now, Lindsey," Angel softly said, while he kneaded and squeezed rounded flesh. Lindsey groaned, managing to shove Angel's omnipresent jacket off his shoulders with trembling hands, leaning desperately against the vampire like he would join them together.

"God. God, Angel, please..." he whispered, hardly knowing what he was saying. This wasn't his first time with a man. Nor even with a vampire, though he tried to repress the memories of that foolhardy little escapade. So why were his hands shaking so badly that he couldn't undo Angel's buttons? Lindsey buried his head into the hollow where Angel's shoulder met his throat, tasting the skin there and just allowing himself to feel the rush of sensation flooding through him for a moment, heat prickling over his skin. "Need you, Angel. Please."

"Please what?" Angel growled quietly into his hair, his hands snaking around to curve around his hipbones, still thrusting against him through the single, thin layer of his trousers. He felt the tickle of the lawyer's eyelashes against his neck as he blinked.

"I... I don't know," Lindsey laughed breathlessly. "God, I need you, Angel," he repeated desperately, as if that would explain it all. Deciding suddenly that buttons were a stupid invention, Lindsey took a page from Angel's book and opted to simply tear the vampire's shirt open with a quick jerk. He gave a little hum of satisfaction low in his throat, his hands slipping over the curve of Angel's shoulders to shove away the remnants of the button-down. Self-righteous bastard or not, Angel was a beautiful man. Lindsey let his hands roam over the broad expanse of skin bared to him, marveling at the velvety softness of it, despite the hard muscles just underneath the surface. He was seized, suddenly, with the desire to lick every inch of it. (Hmm, you only live once.) He ducked to lap at a dark nipple, grinning at the muffled sound Angel made. The grin widened when he experimentally scraped his teeth over the sensitive nub, drawing a hissed "yessss" from the vampire. Moving towards the second nipple, Lindsey was intercepted and shoved roughly up against the wall, making the now-stopped elevator rock slightly. He resisted the urge to scowl, given the fact that Angel's chocolate-brown eyes were limned with yellow, and the gentle, rhythmic thrusts had grown hard and urgent. "Need you," he tried again, not even aware of what it was that he wanted.

"Lindsey," Angel breathed, his voice rough with something like passion. "You've got me." Lindsey didn't even want to begin to think about the dizzying mix of emotions that rose up in him at those words. It would take months to figure that out... and he was rather preoccupied at the moment. He managed a shaky smile, the ghost of his former cocky grin, as the doors slid open.

"That was the world's longest elevator ride," Lindsey commented lightly, trying to get himself, body and mind, under control. It had been a long time since he had let anyone unravel him this far. And he wasn't about to pretend he wasn't partially terrified. Angel's gentle answering smile wasn't helping matters, only rendering him even more confused.

"Not at all unpleasant," Angel decided, sweeping his thumb over Lindsey's lower lip and kissing him softly, like they weren't half-undressed and painfully hard already. Like they hadn't hated each other for so long. Almost like Angel had finally, finally realized...

If he thought about this anymore, Lindsey realized suddenly, he was just going to say something stupid that they would both regret. Thoughts, another stupid invention like buttons, were just going to have to go.

"Not at all," he agreed, snaking his hands around the waistband of Angel's trousers to grind up against him, swallowing the vampire's groan with a hard kiss. They stumbled out of the elevator in a tangle of arms and legs, leaving their discarded clothing where they lay. Executing a neat spin that had Lindsey once again crushed against the wall (he was beginning to sense a theme) Angel made quick work of Lindsey's jeans with a rough tug that sent them around his knees, leaving him bare and exposed. All thoughts and buttons aside, Lindsey was scared.

"God, Lindsey, you're beautiful," Angel breathed, real emotion in his voice, and suddenly it was okay again. The vampire was on his knees before Lindsey could register the motion, nuzzling his face against Lindsey's abdomen and licking at his stomach, his hands busily bringing the jeans to his ankles. It made Lindsey shudder, having him right there, so goddamn close to his throbbing cock. But he wouldn't. Because he was Angel, for Chrissake, and he... was... OH GOD!

Lindsey's head hit the wall behind him when Angel's mouth closed over him, cool and wet, and he scrambled for some sort of purchase to keep his knees from buckling as the vampire began to move, pulling his length deep into his throat for an instant. Lindsey braced his violently trembling hands flat against the wall, unable to take his eyes off Angel; the dark head bobbing beneath him, the way his cheeks hollowed slightly with the suction. This was all so fucking surreal. "Fuck, Angel...oh god, please don't stop..." The man's whispered pleading denigrated to wordless whimpers when Angel swirled his tongue around the head and then swallowed him to the root suddenly, allowing Lindsey thrust into his mouth at his own pace. Some nonsensical thoughts darted through Lindsey's fevered mind about vampires and gag reflexes, then he was seeing stars and moaning like a slut, not caring about anything anymore, save for that wonderful, talented mouth surrounding every inch of him and the skilled fingers that came up to caress his balls. He didn't dare grab Angel's head, even as his thrusts grew desperate and erratic. It would be... sacrilege. "Please, Angel..." The vampire's answering growl sent an explosion of pleasure straight through him, and he was gone, coming hard with a stifled sob and bucking against Angel's mouth as the vampire swallowed his seed. Lindsey slid bonelessly down the wall as his knees finally gave way, flushed and panting. "Fuck," he managed to gasp, as Angel grinned wicked at him.

"Soon," the vampire quipped, laughing at his startled expression. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" He climbed to his feet, pulling Lindsey up beside him. The lawyer marveled at his own ability to stand on jelly-knees without simply toppling back down. If he did fall, by god, he was gonna take the vampire with him. Lindsey toed easily out of his boots and pants, actually feeling more comfortable naked than he had in his wanton state of half-dress earlier. It occurred to him, through his post-orgasmic haze, that Angel was wearing far too much clothing.

"Lemme see you," he murmured, sounding half-drunk, even to his own ears. His hands were finally steady as they undid the button of Angel's suit trousers and slid down the zip, slipping his fingers under the waistband of the vampire's boxers to firmly grasp his erection, dragging Angel's head down to him to kiss him roughly. The taste of himself on the vampire's lips and the hard length in his hand... and god, he was big!... was enough to stir Lindsey's cock again. Angel made a kind of hybrid growl-moan and leaned heavily against him as Lindsey trailed his fingers along the sensitive underside of his penis.

"Wait," Angel muttered, breaking the kiss but making absolutely no motion to stop Lindsey's explorations. Lindsey grinned against his mouth.

"No."

"I want to be inside you when I come, Lindsey," Angel told him, the heat in his voice making Lindsey pause. Oh? Oh!! His hand... the 'evil' one, coincidentally... faltered in its ministrations.

"Yeah, okay," he whispered. Well, that was it... he was hard again. So soon; Christ, was that even possible? "You, um, have some lube or something?" God, was he blushing? Evil lawyers didn't blush, and certainly not ones who had just been sucked off by their sworn enemy. Angel nodded, slipping a hand under Lindsey's chin to kiss him, another too-sweet, gentle kiss that sent shivers chasing each other over his body. He could taste the salt-tang of himself on the vampire's lips.

"Go to the bedroom. I'll be right there," the vampire ordered, giving Lindsey a playful shove in the right direction and sauntering off into another room. Lindsey shook his head and went into the bedroom. The sight of Angel's bed, as neatly made as a sailor's bunk, like it would be, did something strange to him. Like a spider web of paper-thin cracks had just exploded over the carefully constructed defenses around his heart.

Fuck.

Lindsey bit his lip hard enough to taste blood and tried to remind himself that thoughts like that had gone the way of his shirt-buttons. Better left scattered in the shadows. No harm, no foul, and all that jazz. He flopped onto the dark sheets and sprawled bonelessly back against the pillows, listening to Angel clattering around in the other room with a smile. He put his hands comfortably behind his head, and shut his eyes for a moment. (I'm lying in Angel's bed. And he's coming back to fuck me. Because...) Why was all this happening, again? (Right. Because I asked him to kiss me.)

"Plotting evil schemes?" Angel guessed, startling Lindsey as he sank down onto the mattress next to him, silent as a jungle cat. Lindsey took in Angel's naked body with a leisurely appreciation, memorizing the curve of defined muscles and the delectable, too-pale sheen of his skin.

"I am now." Pulling Angel down to him, and meeting no resistance, Lindsey rolled them over so he was on top. He smirked at the bemused surprise on Angel's face, biting back a groan at the wonderful friction as he moved against him, every inch of delicious skin-to-skin contact setting him on fire. Wondering what else he could get away with, Lindsey made the mistake of trying to pin the vampire's arms. Whoops.

He found himself flat on his back so fast that the air went out of him. It might've also had something to do with the 200-odd pounds of Angel on top of him. Lindsey instinctively bucked against the unyielding vampire, trying to dislodge him, and got his hands trapped above his head again for the effort. Angel's solid body held him immobile as he dragged his tongue roughly over Lindsey's throat, leaving him the freedom only to whimper. Funny, he had meant that to be a growl. But it was most definitely not a growl he made as Angel kneed his thighs apart forcefully and ground against him, rolling his hips against Lindsey's aching erection.

"Oh, fuck," Lindsey groaned, his voice gone rough with want. "Oh god, Angel, please. Fuck me, please." He couldn't even find it in him to care that he was begging, or to care that Angel was smiling wickedly because he was begging. Hadn't they both known all along that this was all it would've taken? One step is all it takes to go over the cliff. He could only thrust up against Angel, desperate for more contact. Angel kissed him, hard and open-mouthed, stealing the last of Lindsey's air and leaving him dizzy and weak. Rolling slightly to one side, Angel fumbled with the small tube he had brought from the bathroom, allowing Lindsey to draw a gasping breath.

Lindsey absently massaged his sore wrist (years now, and it had never really healed, had it?), watching with a heated gaze as Angel squirted some of the colorless gel onto his fingers. Watching the man who had caused that very pain, past and present, and wanting him so bad it hurt.

Fucked up. It's fucked up, fucked up, fucked up...

"What is?" Angel asked, panting as he quickly coated his already dripping cock, his fingers moving teasingly over Lindsey's erection. Honestly, panting! As if this wasn't surreal enough. Angel's unnecessary breaths were cool against his shoulder as he slid his wet fist firmly down Lindsey's cock. Lindsey arched into the touch with a hiss of pure pleasure, waves of sensation spiraling out from his groin and into his belly and thighs. He was on fire with it.

"Everything. Just fuck me, Angel." Trailing open-mouthed kisses over Lindsey's chest, Angel moved lower and gently pushed a finger inside him. Lindsey tried to relax, tried hard not to tense up, but god, this was different. This wasn't just another man, or just a vampire. This was Angel inside him. He shuddered as Angel added another finger, scissoring them slowly to prepare him, slipping deep inside to seek out that secret place that made Lindsey gasp, hot arousal pooling like a weight in the pit of his stomach. When Angel found that spot again and just pressed, Lindsey found himself arching off the mattress with a wanton moan.

He didn't remember the moment when Angel had drawn out of him, nor when he'd slipped his arm around the crook of Lindsey's knee. He was just suddenly aware of Angel's cock slipping over the cleft of his ass, hard and insistent and almost frighteningly big.

"You ready?" Angel murmured.

"For, like, years back," he replied, mimicking the vampires earlier sentiments from that conversation that seemed like eons ago. Lindsey's mouth was obviously on autopilot at this point. It was just one of those things that was buzzing through his mind like a rampant hornet, one of those bitter little stings that he had clung to as desperately as the pleasure.

But when Angel pushed into him, so... damn... slowly, all that was left was a rush of white noise and the pleasure/pain burn of being fucked. He put his head back with a gasp he couldn't stifle, his hands knotting into the bed sheets like he'd never let go. He bucked up into the invasion, straining for more.

"Come on, Angel, harder, please," he pleaded, his voice not his own, his hands coming up to clutch wildly at the vampire's hips. Angel obliged with a groan of pleasure, drawing back just barely to thrust in hard. Lindsey bit his lip hard to keep from screaming as Angel pumped into him, picking up speed to set a steady, pounding rhythm. Lindsey writhed under him, every nerve on fire, and when he opened his eyes, Angel was just watching him, his lips moist and parted slightly.

"God, Lindsey. So beautiful." Lindsey reached up to pull Angel's head down, kissing him hard and vicious. It wasn't a defense tactic. He needed that mouth. Really, it had nothing to do with the sudden salt-burn of tears in his eyes. Angel thrust his tongue into his mouth, fucking him there in time with the rolling grind of their bodies. When they parted for air, Angel's mouth slid over his throat, lapping at the heated skin, tasting salt and arousal. Lindsey let his head fall back, baring his throat to him.

Some distant, chuckling voice in his mind informed him coolly that he'd just let Angel win. The vampire was always going to be on top now, figuratively and literally. The little voice sounded suspiciously like Holland Manners. Lindsey told it to shut the fuck up.

"Do it, please, now. I need you to," Lindsey begged, his fingers tangled in Angel's surprisingly soft hair, pressing him close. To his frustration, Angel drew away instead, his eyes locking with Lindsey's.

"You're mine, Lindsey," Angel said softly, his words inflected with something like amazement. "Mine." He thumb tracked the line of his jugular, and Lindsey knew he could feel his heart going a mile a minute.

"You just noticed?" He had meant it to be flippant, but the tears in his eyes were giving him away. "Please," Lindsey asked again, tugging in vain at Angel's broad shoulders. He didn't even contemplate the hot rush of desire that nearly had him coming then and there, as Angel shifted into his true face, just reached up to touch the ridges of his forehead his trembling fingers. "God, yes, fucking do it, Angel." And this time when he bared his throat, Angel went down with a muted growl, and the stinging burn of his fangs burying into Lindsey's sensitive flesh made him whimper. Angel dragged his tongue roughly over the punctures once, then put his mouth over the wound and drank. At the first dizzying pull, Lindsey arched up with a silent scream, digging his nails into Angel's solid shoulders as he came, the hot liquid exploding between their bodies. Within moments, Angel had pulled himself away from Lindsey's throat, his hands finding Lindsey's hips to bury himself deep inside as he came with a feral snarl.

They were still rocking together in a tangle of arms and legs as they came down from the climax, sweat-slick and both panting. Angel dragged his tongue roughly over the bite on Lindsey's neck, and then pulled out to collapse next to him. Lindsey had shut his eyes with a shudder at the touch, and wasn't sure it was a good idea to open them anytime soon. (If you close your eyes, the monsters disappear...) The world was upside-down.

"Are you alright? You're trembling," Angel murmured, his knuckles tracing the line of Lindsey's jaw. Lindsey opened his eyes. He was still there. (Huh...I guess it's not true.)

"I had plans, y'know," he started, his voice gone rough and drowsy all of its own accord. "Funny thing is, I don't seem to recall this being part of them." Angel snorted and Lindsey found himself smiling sheepishly. Angel's broad hand had curled around his side, just resting there, and after a moment of hesitation, Lindsey slid closer. The rational thing to do here would be to leave; say thanks, gather up the trail of clothes he had left from here to the elevator, and get out while he still could.

He rested his forehead against Angel's throat with a resigned sigh, unable to bring himself to move away just yet. 'Rational' appeared to have taken the day off. Angel's fingers came up to pet at his hair, clumsy and gentle, before fingering the bite mark on his neck. It throbbed like a burn, hot and constant and the sort of pain he could get used to.

"Why'd you let me?" Angel asked, low and earnest. Lindsey shrugged, his mind swimming for an answer and coming up empty-handed. Nothing he wanted to explain to Angel anyhow. If he didn't get it now, he never would. "Tell me, Lindsey." It wasn't a command, more of a request. Maybe they'd both gone a bit soft.

"It seemed... right," Lindsey offered lamely. Angel chuckled, and Lindsey could feel the rumble in the vampire's chest. It made him smile.

"You know something? I think it was," Angel decided quietly. He drew back to look Lindsey in the eyes for a long moment. Lindsey did his best not to squirm under the intense scrutiny, feeling like he was being weighed for something he couldn't name.

"What?!" he finally exploded.

"I have to make a phone call," Angel said, with such solemnity that it nearly made Lindsey laugh. Angel sat up and padded out of the room without looking back, and Lindsey was left staring, wondering what to do. Did Angel want him gone? Cause, y'know... naked, here. That was gonna be a bit hard to do gracefully. He sat up and raked his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what to do. He had just swung his legs over the side of the bed when Angel came back.

"Are you leaving?" Angel asked, blinking slowly. Lindsey rolled his eyes with frustration, the age-old irritation and confusion with the vampire reasserting itself, full-force.

"Do you want me to?"

"No," Angel replied quietly, coming back to sit down on the bed. Lindsey found himself admiring the man, how comfortable he could be just as he was, gloriously naked. "Are you still with us for this fight?"

"Course I am... this didn't change anything, champ," Lindsey told him. Angel's mouth moved like he was going to smile, or blurt something out. He shook his head instead, and Lindsey was left to wonder just what went on in that head of his. He had the feeling that he'd never really know.

"I want you to take out the Sahrvin clan."

"What, by myself?"

"Yes. I know you can do it. I've seen you fight," Angel replied levelly. Lindsey chewed his lip, considering what he knew about those demons. They weren't particularly brilliant fighters, but they had him by sheer numbers...

"Are you tryin' to get me killed?" he wondered suspiciously. To his surprise, Angel started to laugh, a quiet chuckle that grew into an honest-to-god fit of laughter that he didn't even know the vampire was capable of. "What the hell? You've finally lost it, haven't you?" Lindsey muttered in disgust, making a move to get up. Angel had him pinned down in a heartbeat, looming over him and no longer laughing, though he was smiling like Lindsey had never seen him smile before. Despite what they'd already done in this bed, the skin-to-skin contact was still pleasantly shocking.

"No. I'm not trying to get you killed, Lindsey." Lindsey opened his mouth to reply, and found his words cut off by an unexpectedly passionate kiss. He was helpless to do anything but return it with equal fervor, not entirely sure what had provoked this, but enjoying it nonetheless. "I want you to stay here tonight," Angel told him as they parted. Lindsey wasn't sure it was a request.

"Yeah... alright," Lindsey said, managing a shrug even as he was wrapped up in strong arms. He found himself smiling without meaning to... he never would've guessed Angel for the snuggling type, but he wasn't about to complain. "Who'd you call?"

"Lorne. I changed my mind about something." Angel was gently tracing over the mark his teeth had left in Lindsey's throat again, and it looked like they'd deal with tomorrow when it happened. But for now, he was going to enjoy this moment, just as it was.