SUMMARY: Sequel to 'Tooth and Claw'. Wolfram and Hart make Spike an offer he
can't refuse. Lindsey gets more than he bargained for. (Slash)
SPOILER WARNING: None - set AtS Season 1, immediately after 'In The Dark'.
RATING: NC 17. (It's gay vampire porn, fer cryin' out loud!)
DISCLAIMER: "The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui,
Sandollar, and David Greenwalt Productions, 20th Century Fox, and whoever else may
have a hold upon them. The situation is wholly mine, and I do not mean to infringe upon
any copyrights."
NOTES: Thanks to Spike's Bitches for their encouragement & support. (Gay Vampire
Porn Saved My Life.)
FEEDBACK: Do you want me to beg?
 
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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 some pantomime
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 fearless
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 young man
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, too. Honestly,
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 a self-assured,
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 an easy-going
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 tad puzzling.

"I represent a law firm called Wolfram and Hart and we have been following your recent
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 Angelus?"

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 that were
rather more elaborate than a straightforward kill. Hmm. Perhaps a dinner date.

"That's just what I meant - you know all about Angelus. Angel. And regrettably our
research so far has thrown up far less information than we'd have hoped. Scourge of
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 confident lawyerspeak
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 muscles
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 him. He
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 you as
'Dinner'?"

Lindsey swallowed, but to his credit his voice remained perfectly even.

"Spike, then. My firm can offer you an embarrassingly large amount of money in
exchange for a couple of hours of your valuable time. We know you by reputation, Spike.
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 smile.

Harder than Angelus - bloody damned right! Two Slayers, ta very much. Two.

"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?"

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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 humans with
stakes and stun-guns had bleeding well materialised out of nowhere, making him
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 but also
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.
Whatever.

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 quite ridiculously
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 wouldn't have
done anything about it. But he'd have *wanted* to if he'd set eyes on him. Oh yes
indeed.

Irresistible.

Spike beamed. It was about goddamned time that things started going his way

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The interview lasted an hour or so. Lindsey and an older bloke called Manners plied
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 around
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, and
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 explained the
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 one.

"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
soon."

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 of
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 about that.

"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
easy."

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 focused on
Manners for a moment.

"Bloody hell, you're having me on. You know, 'The Curse?' One moment of true
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 Apocalypse·" Spike's
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?" asked Manners
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 wince.

"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, for Christ's
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 broadly.

"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."

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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. There were
guards, of course, as he'd expected - three humans and one demon. In an oddly
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 Angelus would
have appreciated, back in the day.

Although he'd undoubtedly prefer it to include a couple of eviscerated nuns, the mad
bastard.

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.

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Lindsey looked mad as hell. No more charmingly cocky grins, but he certainly wasn't
pissing his pants in terror either - he was positively *incandescent* with rage at having
been caught off balance so easily. Spike was pleasantly surprised - hadn't really
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 the whole
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 solid steel.

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 fear.

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 gaze and
Lindsey squirmed furiously in his grip, his human legs rubbing warmly against Spike's
denim-encased thighs. And with the two of them pressed so closely together there was
no disguising the fact that Spike wasn't the only one who was thoroughly turned on.
Spike grinned.

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 vampire, breathing
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 instead.

Oh, and it was lovely the way Lindsey froze in sheer astonishment when the vampire's
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 cheek, the
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 fun.

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 to fall.

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 the involuntary
shudder that shook the boy's body at that contact. As his tongue continued to fuck
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. Young
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 lost-looking,
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 ragged. Whatever
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 voice,
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 pure wanton
molasses. Spike knew all about dancing on precipices, knew all about self-destructive
urges.

Mine.

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 was cupping
Spike's backside and the other was holding the nape of his neck and Lindsey McDonald
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 and Spike's
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 head pressed
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 and
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, daring
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 Sire might
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 just now.

Really must *try* to remember not to kill him·

Spike knelt down, took the boy's erection into his cool, wet mouth and promptly
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
cock.

Of course, being beaten to a bloody pulp by your Sire (OK, Grand-Sire, fine, whatever)
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 coming from
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
above him.

The hand on Lindsey's arse moved, fingers slipping down, finding the sensitive spot,
touching it *just right* and then pushing up into the hungry heat inside the lawyer.

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
drew blood·

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 to exert
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 groin,
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.

Luscious.

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 breathing.

"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 coffee.
"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. Still no
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 steel, thought
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, and slipping
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 the chilly
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 quite unbelievably
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. He'd released
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. And it
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 Angelus.

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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 martyrdom back
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 cheerleader.

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 refractory period.
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 been dragged
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 Spike's challengingly.

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 vampire's hands
slid down inside the back of his pants and squeezed his aching arse possessively.

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 mixture of
vulnerability and rage on the lawyer's face for a moment as his thumb pressed tenderly
into the full lower lip. "Next time you see Angelus, you give him my love."

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 coat flapping
in his wake.

Now to deal with The Slayer.
 

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