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Truth and Law
Sequel to Tooth and Claw
SUMMARY: Sequel to 'Tooth and Claw'. Wolfram and Hart make Spike an
can't refuse. Lindsey gets more than he bargained for. (Slash)
SPOILER WARNING: None - set AtS Season 1, immediately after 'In The
RATING: NC 17. (It's gay vampire porn, fer cryin' out loud!)
DISCLAIMER: "The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant
Sandollar, and David Greenwalt Productions, 20th Century Fox, and whoever
have a hold upon them. The situation is wholly mine, and I do not mean
to infringe upon
NOTES: Thanks to Spike's Bitches for their encouragement & support.
Porn Saved My Life.)
FEEDBACK: Do you want me to beg?
The human caught up with him just as he reached the door of Caritas.
"Spike? William the Bloody?" He spun round at the sound of his name
and the leather
duster flared out around him dramatically, swirling like the cape of
villain. He found himself facing a very pretty morsel with floppy fair
hair a touch
dishevelled and breathing a little too hurried. From the looks of him
the human had
jumped to his feet and dashed across the bar in hot pursuit when Spike
swept out. Which
was interesting. He looked into eyes as blue as his own and the misguidedly
expression in them amused the vampire no end.
"That's me. I don't remember asking for a carry-out," said Spike with
a wolfish smile,
glancing appreciatively up and down. His gaze took in a very self-possessed
in a bland but expensive-looking suit of the darkest charcoal, just
this side of black. He
could feel the boy's heat bleeding into the night air a few handspans
away and smell the
faintest trace of bourbon on his warm breath. "And so prettily wrapped,
these fellas think of everything. I could get used to LA." The boy
paused, careful to
remain inside the threshold of Caritas. "Now, I'm gonna assume that
you aren't actually
suicidal - you don't smell suicidal - which I do find intriguing. You've
got 5 seconds to
convince me not to pull you out of that sanctuary by your tailored
lapels and eat you."
"I'm a lot more valuable to you alive than I would be dead," replied
the human smoothly,
laugh lines at the corners of his cornflower-blue eyes crinkling with
we-can-do-business-here kind of smile. Spike was no Henry Higgins,
but he caught a
slight inflection in the boy's voice and identified it automatically
as Southern, somewhere
or other. They had had some fine times in the South, he and Dru...such
part of the world. They really understood about sin down there - it
was almost like being in
Europe. Spike eyed the human curiously, realising that he knew the
vampire by name but
still didn't really smell afraid, a reaction which Spike did find a
"I represent a law firm called Wolfram and Hart and we have been following
activities here in LA with great interest," continued the young man,
proffering a creamy
little rectangle of expensive card with delicately raised lettering.
Lindsey McDonald. Girl's name - but he was pretty enough for it. And
he knew it, the
cocky little bugger.
"I believe we have an enemy in common - the vampire formerly known as
Spike scowled, but his curiosity was piqued.
"You make him sound like a sodding pop star, pet - and I'm here to tell
you that Angelus
couldn't carry a tune if his unlife depended on it."
Lindsey McDonald smiled again and Spike found himself entertaining thoughts
rather more elaborate than a straightforward kill. Hmm. Perhaps a dinner
"That's just what I meant - you know all about Angelus. Angel. And regrettably
research so far has thrown up far less information than we'd have hoped.
Europe, trail of elaborate carnage spread over several continents·then
nothing. Until he
pops up in LA and starts immolating our clients. We had rather been
hoping that you
were going to kill him, actually. Spike - may I call you Spike, or
do you prefer William?"
Damn, the lawyer had a cute smile. Insincere, but cute as hell. This
evening really was
shaping up to be as sweet as the preceding day had been bitter. Spike
cocked his head
to one side thoughtfully and stepped a little closer to the boy. The
tip of one wax-pale
finger pressed gently against Lindsey's lips, stilling the stream of
in mid-flow and prompting the tiniest shiver from the human. Lindsey's
jaw came forward
pugnaciously and under the businesslike demeanour Spike knew the boy's
were tensing, readying themselves for fight or flight. His smile broadened
and he traced a
dainty line around the boy's mouth once, twice, then trailed his fingers
down over the
warm flesh to cup Lindsey's throat and rest against his Adam's apple,
savouring the hot
flutter of the pulse against his palm. Neither of them moved. After
a very long moment
Spike lowered his hand to straighten the plain blue tie and pulled
the silk slowly through
his fingers, tugging the boy's upper body out of the doorway and towards
inclined his own head gracefully and when he spoke the lawyer's hair
was tickling his
nose as his cold lips lightly brushed against Lindsey's ear.
"I think I'd prefer 'Lord and Master', but we can go with 'Spike' for
the moment." He
released his grip on the silk and felt it slither through his fingers
as the lawyer stepped
back into the threshold as fast as he could. Spike smiled guilelessly
at the boy and added
in a friendly tone, "So remind me again just why I shouldn't be addressing
Lindsey swallowed, but to his credit his voice remained perfectly even.
"Spike, then. My firm can offer you an embarrassingly large amount of
exchange for a couple of hours of your valuable time. We know you by
As well as being a legendary figure in your own right - and from what
I've read a damn
sight harder than Angelus - you're a leading authority on this guy.
*The* leading authority
on him, in fact. We know how to reward expertise like that." Another
Harder than Angelus - bloody damned right! Two Slayers, ta very much.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, pet," said Spike aloud, gracing the
lawyer with a rakish
grin. "Alright, I'm interested. How do you want to do this?"
* * *
It was all very professional, reflected Spike, impressed in spite of
himself. No sooner had
he agreed than a limo had pulled up at the curb and half a dozen large
stakes and stun-guns had bleeding well materialised out of nowhere,
profoundly grateful that he hadn't given in to his initial impulse
and just bitten the cocky
little cowboy. He made a mental note not to underestimate this firm
in a hurry. God forbid
The Slayer should ever get her hands on this kind of funding.
They certainly did have a way of doing things in LA.
The limousine came complete with a selection of heavily armed gorillas
contained a minibar stocked with all manner of things, including JD
and a choice of blood
types available chilled *or* body-temperature. Spike poured himself
a slug of O pos (very
fresh indeed and spicy with fear - none of your bland blood donor crap,
this) and settled
in to enjoy the ride to Wolfram & Hart's offices. This was, as
they said, the life. Or unlife.
Lindsey McDonald sat opposite him, grinning smugly. Spike was starting
to feel a very
powerful urge to do something about that grin. That kind of confidence
really was just
begging to be brought down a peg or two - and the lawyer was really
cute. Moreover he absolutely knew for a fact that Angelus would want
this one - and
because he was playing the martyred Soul-boy these days the silly bugger
done anything about it. But he'd have *wanted* to if he'd set eyes
on him. Oh yes
Spike beamed. It was about goddamned time that things started going
* * *
The interview lasted an hour or so. Lindsey and an older bloke called
Spike with fresh blood, showed him a tidy pile of high denomination
dollar bills - having
accurately gauged his approach to bank accounts - and then asked him
a lorry-load of
questions about Angelus. Several of the heavily armed flunkies hovered
threateningly in the background in case he thought about sodding off
with the cash before
he'd given them the information they wanted.
Spike lounged in a leather chair, feet propped up on the expensive-looking
table as he
blew smoke across at the lawyers and idly wondered how they'd look
with their skin
hanging off in bloody tatters. He took in the view of LA by night appreciatively,
answered about half of the questions honestly - the rest of the answers
he invented at
random for the hell of it, because he was getting bored. And because
he really didn't like
the lawyers. Granted he didn't like *anyone* much, but he particularly
didn't like the way
these humans seemed so bloody confident around him - like nobody had
whole food-chain idea to them properly. That was really starting to
piss him off.
"Who is he afraid of?" Manners asked. Spike was a bit stumped by that
"Tricky, mate," he said. "I think he's too thick to be scared of most
things. I mean, time
was I'd have said The Slayer, and generally Slayers are pretty much
your best bet
against vamps. She don't scare *me*, mind, 'cause I know I could take
her any time I
fancied - I've bagged me a brace of Slayers already, I have. Might
go for the hat trick
Holland's smile didn't quite conceal his impatience.
"But you don't think he's scared of The Slayer?"
"Hell no. He used to *date* her."
Spike was speaking to Manners, who was evidently the Alpha male around
here, but his
eyes kept wandering back to Lindsey McDonald. The momentary expression
discomfiture that the boy had worn outside Caritas was long gone -
here on his home
territory he radiated confidence. Spike was itching to do something
"Mind you, there is another Slayer hanging around these days, right
little wild child
apparently - but I understand she's in a coma, so that's not much help.
Hmm. No, your
best bet is to use The Curse - although he's gonna be on his guard
now, so it won't be
Holland's eyes lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree then.
"The Curse?" That had made Spike laugh out loud. His attention was wholly
Manners for a moment.
"Bloody hell, you're having me on. You know, 'The Curse?' One moment
happiness blah blah blah whoops where's my soul gone, could've sworn
I had it a
minute ago, oh well, never mind, I'll just nip out and start another
thoughts went back to Sunnydale and Dru and he scowled. "Actually,
Angelus is almost
as big a pain in the arse as Soul-boy, to be honest, so you might not
want to go there."
"And what exactly constitutes a moment of true happiness for Angelus?"
hungrily. Spike raised one of his eyebrows and stubbed his smouldering
fag end out on
the polished surface of the table, enjoying the lawyer's imperfectly-concealed
"Same as the rest of us, mate. Unfortunately my Sire's well aware of
that and currently
wallowing up to his neck in guilt for all the fun he had last time
he misplaced his soul. All
that pent up sexual tension is getting channelled into saving the world,
sake·when all the big oaf really wants is to get laid."
He couldn't help it, his eyes went to Lindsey McDonald then and he smiled
"Pathetic, isn't it? Unfortunately the only girls he's ever really fallen
for have been The
Slayer and his Sire. And he staked his Sire, so she's pretty much off
the menu these
days. Basically you need to find a mouthy little blonde piece who can
kick his arse into
the middle of next week and he'll be putty in your hands."
* * *
It was ridiculously easy. A few more questions and then they waved him
off into the night
with his pockets full of hundred dollar bills. He stalked purposefully
away and then
promptly doubled back on himself and found the underground car-park.
guards, of course, as he'd expected - three humans and one demon. In
nostalgic gesture he left the broken bodies propped up in front of
their little TV, staring at
'The Cosby Show' through dull, lifeless eyes - it was the sort of tableau
have appreciated, back in the day.
Although he'd undoubtedly prefer it to include a couple of eviscerated
nuns, the mad
Spike switched off the CCTV cameras and sauntered on into the parking
lot, then found a
handy spot near Lindsey's car - the lawyer's scent was unmistakable
- and cheerfully lit
up a battered fag while he settled back to wait. Couldn't wipe the
smile off his face.
Easy as pie.
* * *
Lindsey looked mad as hell. No more charmingly cocky grins, but he certainly
pissing his pants in terror either - he was positively *incandescent*
with rage at having
been caught off balance so easily. Spike was pleasantly surprised -
expected the pretty little paper-pusher to have so much backbone, but
the lawyer was
doing his level best to kick the shit out of his attacker.
It was always going to be a spectacularly one-sided fight, what with
supernatural strength thing Spike had going for him, but you really
had to give the boy
points for trying. Neither of them spoke a word - Lindsey clearly registered
that this was
not something he could talk his way out of and didn't even try, which
sent him further up in
Spike's estimation. He was no Slayer, but he got some perfectly good
blows in. If he'd
managed to concentrate on trying to escape he might even have managed
to make a
break for it at one point - but he was just too damned mad to concentrate
on the very real
possibility of imminent death. He seemed to be genuinely under the
impression that he
could win this encounter if he kept fighting hard enough. Balls of
Spike could smell the rage and frustration rolling off Lindsey, mixed
with a heady dash of
the arousal he'd first scented outside Caritas - but precious little
Oh, yes, Angelus was going to want this one *badly.*
The moment came, as Spike had known it would, when he had the lawyer
pressed to the
wall by the whole hard length of his body, both hands pinioned together
above his head.
Fierce blue eyes with a *trace* of something else in them met his amused
Lindsey squirmed furiously in his grip, his human legs rubbing warmly
denim-encased thighs. And with the two of them pressed so closely together
no disguising the fact that Spike wasn't the only one who was thoroughly
Lindsey bit his own lower lip - such a lusciously full mouth, thought
Spike approvingly -
and twisted ineffectually again, nostrils flaring. The friction was
delicious - Spike ground
his hips into the boy and laughed as he glared helplessly up at the
hard. With an expression of sheer defiant contempt the lawyer jerked
his chin up to
expose his throat.
"Go on then, you fucker," he said furiously, through gritted teeth.
Balls of solid bloody steel, thought Spike delightedly, and kissed him
Oh, and it was lovely the way Lindsey froze in sheer astonishment when
cool mouth closed over his, when the vampire's cool tongue licked his
warm human lips
gently (gently!) and insinuated its way between them to taste the sweet,
slippery burn of
bourbon. Spike drew the knuckles of his free hand softly down the lawyer's
barest whisper of a caress, and felt the faint scratchiness of stubble
that wasn't yet quite
visible snagging his skin.
And a beat later Lindsey was kissing him back.
It was a fierce kiss, a possessive, angry, combative kiss - like Lindsey
was trying to carry
the fight right on into the knot of swirling wet heat that joined their
bodies. The gutsy little
sod was actually biting Spike's lips damn near hard enough to draw
blood - he had the
nerve to bite a fucking *vampire* who had him pinned to a wall. Spike
felt an unexpected
surge of laughter bubbling up in his chest and almost wished that he
didn't need to head
back to Sunnydale. He really hadn't expected the lawyer to be so much
It would be very easy to get fixated on this precious little piece of
flesh, all bottomless
courage and fractured amorality. Spike had a pretty good suspicion
that the lawyer didn't
realise how vulnerable he still was, how much further there was yet
Keeping Lindsey's hands pinned firmly to the wall with his left hand,
Spike traced a line
down the lawyer's jaw, stroking his throat possessively and enjoying
shudder that shook the boy's body at that contact. As his tongue continued
Lindsey's mouth Spike trailed his hand down over the powder-blue shirt
and felt how firm
the young body was beneath his fingertips with a growing sense of satisfaction.
Lindsey obviously worked out, which was remarkably thoughtful of him.
When he reached
the lawyer's fly and popped the button he could feel Lindsey's whole
body grow tense
and his lips curved into a smile mid-kiss as he lowered the zipper
and his hand slipped
into the other man's pants. Boxers; he considered making a joke about
legal briefs, but
couldn't be bothered.
After a little while Lindsey made a small sound in the back of his throat
that the vampire
simultaneously heard and felt reverberating through their tangled tongues.
Sure as hell
sounded like sex to him. The vampire continued to work Lindsey's cock
and explore his
warm mouth for a few moments. Then, reaching a decision, Spike pulled
his lips away
from the lawyer and moved his head back far enough to be able to look
at the other man
properly. Lindsey's eyelids were a little heavy, his eyes a little
drugged-looking, slow-burning now rather than sparking angry blue fire.
Spike kissed him
again, couldn't help himself, and then moved his mouth up against the
boy's ear while
his cool fingers continued to stroke the drooling cock knowingly.
"You know, it's your lucky day. I've decided I'm not going to kill you,
pet. Call it a whim,
but I think the world is more fun with Lindsey McDonald in it·and
I *really* like the idea of
you getting one over on Angelus."
Lindsey blinked owlishly at him, his lips still parted and his breathing
was going on in the boy's head, Spike could see that this was pushing
*all* his buttons;
not just the physical caresses, but something deeper. Lindsey McDonald
knew full well
that he was pressing flesh with a vampire, but something inside him
clearly craved this
perilous intimacy. Another mad bastard - but Spike was not one to look
a gift horse in the
mouth. He could work with this.
"I think we could have a little fun here," Spike added in his most seductive
practically a purr, "If you've got the balls for it·so if I
let go of your hands, are you going to
try to run away, cowboy?" Pure challenge, there - an unmistakable gauntlet
and one that
he felt sure Lindsey would be unable to resist.
"You're just going to have to find out, aren't you?" replied the lawyer
fiercely - but his
carefully modulated voice was stripped down to a husky drawl that was
molasses. Spike knew all about dancing on precipices, knew all about
And when Spike released his hold on Lindsey's wrists and brought the
hand down to cup
his chin and pull him into another kiss, the lawyer's hands stayed
raised up against the
wall for several long seconds. Then they slid slowly down and one hand
Spike's backside and the other was holding the nape of his neck and
was kissing him again. Hard, like he was proving a point - and he still
didn't smell much
like fear. The vampire decided that this boy did have some sort of
death-wish after all,
because that was a spectacularly stupid reaction. He liked it, but
it was spectacularly
stupid. Anyone with half a brain cell would've tried to bolt, and he
*was* very probably
going to eat the bloke, whatever he'd said - because he was a fucking
vampire after all
and that's pretty much part of the job description.
(But not just yet...)
Spike let his mouth move lower, burying his cool face into the soft
skin at the base of
Lindsey's throat, licking it hungrily, sucking at it to raise the blood
up just beneath the
surface. It took a real effort of will to keep his game face at bay
with the sweet smell of the
blood filling his nostrils, blending with the undercurrent of Lindsey's
sudden burst of fear
(About bloody time, pet), but he managed to maintain the human facade
and didn't try to
break Lindsey's skin yet. Enjoyed drawing the moment out further and
dragged his wet
mouth down over the taut skin of the lawyer's torso. Paused to suckle
at one firm little
nipple and still didn't bite down but God, God, Spike had got a hard-on
the size of Big
Ben by this point and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep
playing this game.
Patience, like prudence, had never been one of his stronger points.
Cold pressure of the tip of his nose rubbing against the lawyer's belly
tongue circling the little dip of his navel, short prickly curls scratchy
against his chin. He
tugged roughly at the expensive pants so they slid down to Lindsey's
knees. One of
Lindsey's hands pressed palm-down onto the rough concrete wall, the
other buried in the
vampire's bleached hair. Lindsey's cock was in Spike's hand, the slick
wetly against Spike's throat, the vampire's knuckles grazing his own
chin. Spike's other
hand cupped around the lawyer's deliciously firm arse, fingers curling
into the crevice
between the cheeks.
Spike was crouching now, his black duster puddling on the ground, and
after a moment
he looked up through his eyelashes at Lindsey's torso (Beautiful) and
met the lawyer's
smoky gaze with a wickedly challenging look of his own - both seductive
dangerously unpredictable. He drew his mouth down and licked the pre-cum
from the tip
of Lindsey's cock, a darting flicker of a kiss that drew another shudder
from the boy. He
looked into Lindsey's eyes again and admired their dilated pupils smugly.
"I give the best head you have *ever* imagined," said Spike matter-of-factly,
Lindsey with his sexiest predator's smile. Russian roulette. "You want
to get close to
Angelus, don't you? Shall I show you how he likes it?"
Watched the lawyer's nostrils flaring with the knowledge that this was
jumping out of a
plane with absolutely no idea of whether the parachute would unfurl.
Over waters that
were very, very probably full of sharks.
Knew that the lawyer would jump anyway.
"Show me," said Lindsey, almost a snarl.
Oh, but he was such a honey-trap for Angelus, this one - they couldn't
have designed a
more tempting treat for him to obsess over. Spike's tiresomely self-righteous
just find himself caught with his soul down round his ankles again,
if he got a proper whiff
of this luscious little lawyer. He was entirely too much fun to kill
Really must *try* to remember not to kill him·
Spike knelt down, took the boy's erection into his cool, wet mouth and
demonstrated the undeniable superiority of undead blowjob technique.
Not needing to
breathe was a definite advantage, as was the supernatural strength.
And the ability to
open one's throat right up and welcome the visitor right on in, like
you were trying
desperately to kiss the other man's pubic bone. Like you were about
to bite the erection
right off at the root. Like you were going to try to suck all his innards
wetly out through his
Of course, being beaten to a bloody pulp by your Sire (OK, Grand-Sire,
until you'd got it absolutely perfected was what really clinched it.
Vampire homelife - no,
really *not* very much like any episodes of 'The Waltons' that Spike
had ever seen.
Lindsey's breathing became more ragged and a small, helpless sound was
deep inside him as the vampire built up the rhythm of suction and tongue
wet against his
flesh. He idly wondered whether to bite down as his exploring tongue
made the boy moan
The hand on Lindsey's arse moved, fingers slipping down, finding the
touching it *just right* and then pushing up into the hungry heat inside
Spike's mask slipped for a moment. Game face. Lindsey promptly came
into the fanged
mouth, his hips bucking helplessly against the cold concrete wall,
his flesh brushing
against suddenly-sharp teeth that made the smallest of slices at the
base of his cock and
Spike's reaction was pure instinct then - he clamped his mouth over
the deflating organ
and sucked. The blood spilling from the small cuts was rich with sex
and layered with
belated fear (still not much, though, for fuck's sake!) and Spike was
starting to lose
himself altogether, thinking that maybe he *would* just snap his jaws
shut and sever the
flesh after all, enjoy the arcing pump of emptying arteries·
Opened yellow eyes and stared foggily at the warm skin right in front
of him, felt the pulse
racing, still far from dangerous levels of bloodloss - just getting
started, really. But Spike
had drunk plenty of blood already this evening, could just about manage
uncharacteristic self restraint if he wanted to let the lawyer live.
Still suckling at Lindsey's
cock he tried to focus on the decision, reminded himself why it would
be a good idea not
to kill the boy.
He let the cock slide free with a wet, messy sound and nuzzled the lawyer's
enjoying the scratchiness against his face before he bit neatly into
the soap-scented skin
just next to the sweetly vulnerable tangle of hair. Heard Lindsey gasp.
Smiled as he
drank, enjoying the panicked fluttering of the boy's pulse and knowing
that he would
leave a perfect bite mark, a 'Spike-Was-Here' calling card for Angelus.
A moment later he pulled his mouth away from the man's torn flesh and
rocked back on
his heels. Stood up with boneless and predatory grace, licking his
fingers. Shook his
head like a wet puppy, slipping back out of game face. Smiled.
See, he *could* do self-restraint. Remembered not to kill the bugger.
Lawyer was still bloody gorgeous, looking dishevelled and thoroughly
undignified as he
hitched his trousers back up and fumbled shakily with the remaining
buttons of his shirt.
Slightly bruised-looking now, lips swollen, decidedly un-smug and a
little trembly around
the edges but definitely unbeaten. Maybe a little bent //Ha!// but
certainly a long way from
broken. Good to go. Looking sore and about ready to stake Spike where
he stood, but
still giving out great whiffs of lust along with the anger.
Spike stepped right up to Lindsey McDonald, one hand on either side
of the boy's body,
pinning him back to the concrete. His own trousers were rucked down
over his hips,
allowing his rigid erection to nudge unmistakably against the boy's
bare stomach. He
watched Lindsey's eyes widen again, enjoyed the little hitch in his
"Oh, you know we aren't finished yet, Pet. It's Spike's turn."
There was a charming little pause as the lawyer stared back at him,
palpably trying to
weigh up his non-existent options. He was beginning to appreciate his
own mortality, and
Spike thoroughly enjoyed watching the boy wake up and smell the metaphorical
"Now then, I told you I wasn't going to kill you, Lindsey McDonald.
I'm going to be really
hurt if you don't take me at my word." He enunciated each word very
precisely and his
tone was deceptively playful. Dangerous. Spike didn't actually have
a clue whether or not
he was going to kill the boy - thought he probably would, because old
habits were *hard*
to break, whereas breaking humans was ridiculously easy·but
he did like the idea of
leaving this one to tempt Angelus. Soul-boy was just *no* bleeding
fun *at all.*
He seized the dishevelled lawyer's tie and used it to drag Lindsey over
towards his car.
Half expected the boy to fight him or make a break for it, but there
was no resistance and
in a very short time he had Lindsey McDonald bent facedown over the
hood of his
company car with his legs parted and his pants down around his ankles.
resistance. After a moment Spike realised that they were directly in
front of one of the
little CCTV cameras and he laughed out loud.
"Are you expecting the cavalry to come dashing to your rescue?" he whispered
delightedly into the boy's ear. The vampire's wet tongue darted out
cat-quick and licked
the soft little shell of flesh. "Or maybe you think you're going to
appear on 'When
Vampires Attack'?" Knew from the lawyer's reaction that he'd hit the
nail on the head.
"Nobody's coming, pet," he explained softly, vastly entertained. "I
drank the security
guards and killed their pet demon. It's just you and me, Lindsey McDonald."
And the boy
did try to get away then, swearing viciously under his breath and struggling
with all his
strength - but Spike was ready for him.
"Lindsey, I know you want this. I can smell it on you," the vampire
said reasonably. To
which the lawyer's only response was to struggle more violently and
snarl a decidedly
unromantic - and anatomically impossible - suggestion. Balls of solid
Spike appreciatively as he twisted the lawyer's arm up painfully behind
his back and
forced his face down onto the cold metal. If Lindsey kept bucking his
firm little bare ass
so violently against him, Spike was going to come before he'd even
gotten inside. He
wriggled, shoving the boy's thighs back apart as he struggled to escape,
one slick finger into the tight little opening before the lawyer could
react. Heard him gasp
again, but not in pain. Tart. And a few moments later he was thrusting
up into the
welcoming heat inside Lindsey McDonald and grinding his face down against
surface of the car·and it had been too bloody long since he'd
had a good shag. Harm
was enthusiastic enough, but she was so damned *fluffy* that she took
half the fire out of
it. He'd never met a less demonic demon in his life - the girl was
vanilla. And so breathtakingly stupid!
Lindsey McDonald was mad as hell, but there was no disguising the fact
that he was also
thoroughly aroused. The vampire could smell the rekindled desire on
the other man, but it
was mixed in with a lot of anger and a measure of fear. Spike grinned
ferociously as he
pounded the lawyer up against his own car, enjoying the firm clench
of the muscles
wrapped around his cock as he slid roughly in and out and in again.
Realised that he was
in game face again, although he wasn't sure when his mask had slipped.
Lindsey's arm but was gripping the boy's hips with a degree of force
that would leave
matching sets of bruises on either side of his body.
Fuck, that's·oh!·Oh yes, God·.
Knew he was hurting the lawyer. Quite a lot. Which made it so much sweeter.
didn't take long for him to come this time - he'd been about ready
to pop even before
he squeezed inside the boy. Between the sweet tightness of the lawyer's
hot little arse
and the half-stifled moans of pain and pleasure Lindsey was making
as he bucked under
the vampire, Spike was carried to the edge very quickly. And as he
finally came into the
boy, the face that he saw in his mind's eye wasn't Drusilla, it was
* * *
As he adjusted his clothes, Spike felt rather proud of himself for sticking
to the plan -
there was a first time for everything. Against all the odds it turned
out that Lindsey was still
alive, and this was a good thing - because if anything in LA was going
to fuck royally with
Angel's mind and tempt him from the straight and narrow path of boring
to the fun-filled Dark Side of The Force, it was surely Lindsey McDonald.
Better than the
messed-up little Mick sidekick and better by far than the apple-pie
Meanwhile Spike had a pressing engagement with The Slayer.
He watched the lawyer's gorgeous arse disappearing from view as the
boy tugged his
pants back up. He was moving stiffly. Spike knew that he'd hurt him.
He also knew that
the boy had come a second time - demonstrating a positively vampiric
Somewhere along the line it seemed that he'd managed to rip the lad's
jacket almost in
half, a fact that Lindsey was just taking on board. Looking like he'd
through a hedge backwards, the lawyer turned to face Spike and squared
his shoulders a
little shakily. He was bruised and bleeding and half the buttons had
gone from his shirt,
but he still managed to muster a shadow of his former cockiness.
"I'll bill you for the jacket," he said, his clear azure gaze meeting
Balls of solid steel!
The little lawyer was *not* expecting to have his chin clasped with
bruising strength by an
undead hand, nor to find himself on the receiving end of a ferocious
little kiss, tasting his
own cum and blood on the vampire's tongue as his body was shoved unceremoniously
back against the car again and Spike's hips ground into him and the
slid down inside the back of his pants and squeezed his aching arse
Still kissed Spike right back, matching fire for fire.
Oh, what the fuck· Spike slipped into game face again, to nip
at Lindsey's tongue and
drink from his mouth - like kissing Dru. Or Angelus
OK, stop now. Stop Now! He was *not* trying to kill the little lawyer.
Or Turn him. Although
- Mmmm - no, stick with the plan. No more partners, lone wolf against
the world·Stick with
the sodding plan! OK, Stopping. Stopping now.
Spike forced himself to step away. Smiled. He was sure that his Sire
wasn't going to be
able to resist this one, and that was reason enough to leave him alive.
"For the jacket -
keep the change, pet, you've earned it," he said maliciously, slipping
a few of his
newly-acquired hundred dollar bills into the lawyer's breast pocket,
relishing the rush of
blue fury in his pretty eyes. An uncharacteristic display of largesse,
but worth it for that
look on the boy's face - and he had plenty of other hundred dollar
bills stuffed into his
own pockets now. He could afford to be flash.
He cupped Lindsey's cheek gently with his left hand and enjoyed the
vulnerability and rage on the lawyer's face for a moment as his thumb
into the full lower lip. "Next time you see Angelus, you give him my
Spike reckoned his Sire would either drink the lad or Turn him - but
either way Angelus
was surely going to fuck the lawyer's brains out at some point. He'd
wager his coat on it.
And *he* had gotten there first.
He turned his back on Wolfram and Hart and strode cheerfully away, black
in his wake.
Now to deal with The Slayer.
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