Part 2
Continuing the scene (after Lindsey leaves)....
[Spike finishes his cigarette and quickly lights another. He frowns and shakes his head. It's obvious he's turning things over in his mind. He walks over to the fridge--opens it--then just stands there, staring in. He closes the door without taking anything. He walks over to the couch and flops down. He glances over at the guitar case and frowns again. He rolls his eyes and leans his head against the back of the couch in disgust--"Bugger this. What the hell do I care about it? Just a bit of fun. Bloody soul making me think about everything." He's not entirely sure what he's feeling or why. Just a nagging bit of something. Maybe there was a touch of familiarity in the look on Lindsey's face when he left. Maybe that brought back some memories. Best not to think too hard on it. He shakes it off, gets up and heads straight for the shower.]
***
Next scene: Sometime later (a few days?), Lindsey's/Eve's apartment. The bedroom.
[Close up of Lindsey's naked back from the waist up, glistening with a fine layer of sweat--we see the rhythmic undulation of his lower back, indicating slow pelvic thrusting. Pan around to see him from the front--still only his chest and face and now his upper arms, holding fast to what must be the body beneath him, though we don't see it. His head is tilted back, eyes are tightly closed, and his face has the contorted expression of building ecstasy--a hint of a frown, a touch of a snarl. His mouth opens briefly to release a low groan. Suddenly, the point-of-view changes and we see from his perspective--his eyes first find his hands, gripping the impossibly pale, narrow hips beneath him. Then upwards to take in the sight of the sharp, outward curve of the back to the shoulders, with the svelte, yet perfectly defined muscles rippling under the surface. Finally to the narrow base of the neck, leading up to the bleach blonde hairline. He hears a sharp grunt escape his lips and finds himself thrusting faster and deeper, until...
"Baby, let me go on top." [Eve's voice cuts sharply through the room.]
Lindsey: [opening his eyes, disoriented] "What?"
[Now we see that it's actually Eve beneath him--she's turned her head back to look over her shoulder at him.]
Eve: "You know I love it from behind, but tonight I want to see you. Let me climb on top. You like to watch me ride you, don't you?"
Lindsey: "Sure, baby. Whatever you want." [Looking a bit crestfallen, he disengages and rolls onto his back as she climbs on top of him.]
[Flash forward ten minutes. Eve is putting a robe on, about to head to the shower. Lindsey is sitting up in bed, still under the sheets.]
Eve: "So what's up for tonight?"
Lindsey: "I don't know. Thought maybe I'd stay in--catch the latest Gilmore Girls."
Eve: [mild annoyance--they've been talking about this] "I thought we'd decided that it's time to move to phase 2. Spike's still on board with the whole champion business, right? He trusts you?"
Lindsey: "Sure. [shrugs] Enough."
Eve: "So? You haven't been in contact with him for almost a week. This isn't the time to play hard to get. We need him. Or you need to convince me that we don't."
Lindsey: "We need him."
Eve:"Okay. So what's the delay? [pouty face] Aw, did you boys have a fight? [more serious] You'd tell me if something was wrong."
Lindsey: "Always have. Trust me. I know what I'm doing. Sometimes things just take a little more time than you'd expect."
Eve: [even more serious.] "This is still what you want, right?"
Lindsey: [with conviction] "Yes. Absolutely."
Eve: "Good. I think I may have a little something we can work to our advantage tonight. Assuming you're finished pussy footing around with our little blonde champion."
Lindsey: "What do you have?"
Eve: "I'll be in touch with the details. You just work your charms with Spike--the more he believes in you, the smoother this is all going to go."
Lindsey: "Aye aye, captain." [He gives her a little fake salute with his evil hand. She smiles sweetly and leaves the room. Once she leaves, he leans his head back against the headboard.] "Fuck."
***
Scene: Later that night. Spike's apartment. He's on the couch, as usual, watching TV. The phone rings.
Spike: [picking it up] "Yeah."
Lindsey: [gruff, straight to business] "It's me. Go to the corner of Park and Forrest. I'll meet you there. I've got a job for you....[anticipating the obvious joke/innuendo]...some business...something for you to kill."
Spike: [acting annoyed] "What, now? But there's a Xena marathon on TNT."
Lindsey: [rolling his eyes] "Xena? And I thought the video games would rot your brain. Yes, now."
Spike: "Maybe, if you'd shell out for extended cable, I could watch something a bit more intellectually stimulating."
Lindsey: "It should take you 15 minutes--I'll be waiting." [He hangs up.]
Spike: "With bells on, I'd bet." [He shakes his head as he hangs up the phone.]
***
[An hour later, a warehouse. Angel, Gunn and Wesley are talking with some demons dressed in business suits.]
Gunn: [holding some sheets of paper in his hands] "We got what you need right here--permits, customs clearance--all you'll need to get your cargo out of that garage back there and onto the ship that's waiting in the harbor. You give us what we need and your little...er..."
Angel: "spawn" Wesley: "birth-pods"
Gunn: "....offspring push off safely toward the motherland. Do we have a deal?"
Boss demon: "What makes you think we're of a mind to negotiate? If we lead you to the nest you seek, assuming your goal is to destroy it, we'll never do business in L.A. again."
Angel: "Still better than being dead, don't you think? We've got the resources to take out the whole generation you've got back there with a single phone call."
Boss demon: "Why should we trust you?"
Gunn: "I took the liberty of drawing up a little contract--in your own language--outlining the terms of our agreement. Anything happens to those eggs, Wolfram and Hart owes your clan substantial reparations to be delivered under the terms outlined. Have your man look it over. I think you'll find it's fair."
[Boss demon takes the contract and hands it to his right hand "man". A few minutes pass as he looks it over. Finally, Boss demon signs the contract and starts to hand it back to Gunn when there is a series of loud popping noises coming from behind the entrance to the storage area containing the pods. Boss demon sends one of his men over to open the entrance doors to see what's going on. The others all turn to watch. As the door opens, you see rows and rows of exploded pods, oozing slime. Spike is standing at the back of the storage area with a hose, spraying something over the carcasses. When the door opens, he throws the hose aside. They're all looking on, gob-smacked.]
Spike: "Did you know that if you spray these little tykes with a mixture of rubbing alcohol and grapefruit juice, they explode like water balloons? Well, water balloons filled with putrid smelling slime. [He turns toward Angel and crew and says, with the most innocent expression he can muster] What?"
Angel: [seething with anger] "Spike."
[Boss demon angrily rips up the contract and sends his men after Angel and the others, assuming it was all a distraction tactic. Luckily, they're all armed and are able to dispatch the demons relatively easily. Spike is playfully kicking the carcasses when the fighting stops and Angel angrily stomps towards him.]
Angel: "What the HELL are you doing here, Spike?"
Spike: "Uh, killing some demon spawn. You lot didn't seem to be getting the job done, so I thought I'd go ahead and take matters into my own hands."
Wesley: "Our intention was not to kill them."
Spike: "That's odd. I hear they're pretty nasty little buggers once they pupate. Heard they've been known to take out a small town if they all hatch at once."
Gunn: "We were in negotiations to get us the information we need to take out some even bigger players. Now, we got zilch. Thanks to Mr. Ruby-red, here."
Spike: "Hey, the demon spawn are toast--keeping with the breakfast theme--I think that counts as a...sunny side." [smiling, pleased with himself]
Angel: [furious] "It's called, the bigger picture, Spike. Something you seem incapable of grasping."
Spike: "Or maybe, I'm incapable of grasping how letting these little buggers hatch could ever be the winning option."
[Angel punches him hard across the face.]
Spike: [rubbing his chin] "What was that for?"
Angel: "For getting in my way. [beat] Don't."
Spike: [swaggering away.] "I'm just doing your job, mate. Hey, maybe you should sue me..."
[Angel frowns deeply.]
**
[A few blocks away, Spike walks towards Lindsey's truck, which is parked in an alleyway. Lindsey arrives a few minutes later.]
Lindsey: [smirking just a tad] "How's your chin?"
Spike: "You knew what they were doing there."
Lindsey: "Maybe. Is that a problem?"
Spike: [shaking his head, he can't help but smile] "Did you see the look on his face? Bloody priceless. Definitely worth a sore jaw."
Lindsey: "I can't decide which was better--the look of surprise mixed with anger, once he'd realized what you'd done, or the look of pained fury when you told him to sue you."
Spike: [genuinely disappointed] "Aw, missed the second one--was walking away."
Lindsey: [He can't help but laugh a bit.] "It was perfect. All that angst and conflict, anger and guilt all wrapped into one beautiful, vein popping scowl. Yeah, I don't think tonight could have come off any better."
Spike: "You're the man with the intel. Keep it coming."
Lindsey: "There'll be more, don't worry. This town is chock full o' evil."
Spike: [feeling jovial] "There's a pub just up the street--you want to get a beer?"
Lindsey: [suddenly a bit serious--maybe a touch uncomfortable.] "Nah. Shouldn't've even gotten this close--can't risk being spotted."
Spike: "We could go a bit further afield."
Lindsey: [shaking his head, getting into the truck.] "You alright to make your own way home?"
[Spike just nods, but has a look like he wants to say something. He walks over to the passenger door window (which is open) as Lindsey is staring up the truck. Lindsey doesn't turn to look at him.]
Spike: "Listen. I'm not that bothered. The other night was fun, and I'm not usually the sort to think twice about things, but if it's a problem....let's just forget it. But I mean 'forget it'--don't show up at my door drunk. The whole self-loathing bullshit's a bit old and like I said, I'm just not that bothered."
[Lindsey doesn't say anything, but rather quickly puts the truck in gear and drives off. Spike just shrugs it off and keeps walking. He said what he'd wanted to say. No reason things can't go back the way they were, right? Well, except that Lindsey's probably evil and is likely plotting the demise of Angel and friends. But you know. Other than that....]
**
[A few nights later, a similar sort of thing happens--Spike is in the process of dispatching some demons (and saving a group of foreign students who had wandered into the wrong part of town and had been cornered by the aforementioned demons) when Angel shows up. As before, Angel wanted something from these particular beasts, which he now can't get because Spike has killed them. Angel desperately wants to beat the crap out of Spike, but he restrains himself in front of the students.]
Spike: [rummaging through one of the student's backpacks, he pulls out a jar of something.] "And here it is. What sort of idiot carries around an unsealed jar of vegemite at this time of year--under a full moon, no less??!! Everyone knows Mursus demons love vegemite--can smell it a mile away. Angel. Glad you're here. Pop these "special" kids over to the nearest youth hostel, will you? And for godssake, make sure they're not carrying any bloody Branston pickle."
[He flashes Angel a rather wicked smile as he tosses him the jar on his way by. The students look at Angel expectantly and he dutifully calls for a car to pick them up, directing a pointed scowl toward Spike as he walks away.]
*
Spike meets up with Lindsey a few blocks away, as before.
Lindsey: "I've often wondered--is it the anger that makes his hair stand up like that?"
Spike: "Nah--just lots and lots of hair gel."
Lindsey: "Mission accomplished, as usual."
Spike: "And what a coincidence, Angel showing up like that--what's that, the third time this week?"
Lindsey: "Small world."
Spike: [noticing something on his leather duster, frowning.] "Think that little bugger ripped my coat."
Lindsey: "Do you ever go anywhere without that coat?"
Spike: "What's your point?"
Lindsey: "I don't know--just seems a bit overdone --the whole good-guy vampire in leather thing."
Spike: "Hey, I've had this coat for decades--long before I ever did a single good deed. Can't help it that Angel feels the need to copy me in a pathetic attempt to look cool. Well, in truth, he's just trying to hide his expanding pig's-blood belly."
Lindsey: "And I'd think it would get in the way during a fight--like tonight, for example, when the Mursus grabbed hold of it and dragged you halfway up the side of the Stop 'n' Shop."
Spike: [shrugging] "What can I say? It's popular with the ladies. [smirking] You're just annoyed that you can't see my ass."
[This stops the banter cold. Lindsey looks frustrated--mostly that he can't hide his reaction to Spike's comment and/or because the comment was enough to elicit a reaction at all. He opens the door to the truck and gets in.]
Lindsey: "Tomorrow night at Elsie's--it's the club on the corner of Maine--midnight."
Spike: "Aren't you going to give me a ride back to my flat?"
Lindsey: "You can walk."
Spike: "Can, but don't want to. Took me almost an hour to get here on foot and I'm beat. Give me a ride--what's the big deal?"
Lindsey: [over-the-top-annoyed] "Boo-fucking-hoo. The vampire's feet hurt. I've got more important things to do with my time than chauffeur you around town."
Spike: [slightly mocking concerned frown] "Clearly, you've got some serious issues."
Lindsey: [defensive] "Do not. [beat] Fine. Get in."
[Spike gets in and they ride in silence for most of the trip.]
Spike: "So, uh, this gig tomorrow--I imagine that our friend, the Neck-less Wonder, will be making an appearance."
Lindsey: "Maybe."
Spike: [sarcasm] "Well that's helpful."
[Lindsey doesn't respond and there's more awkward silence. A few minutes later...]
Spike: "We gonna talk about this?"
Lindsey: "No."
[More silence. They pull up to the building and stop.]
Spike: "You coming in?"
Lindsey: [brief pause.] "No."
Spike: [getting annoyed] "You know what, Skipper? I think it's time we had a little chat."
Lindsey: [a glimmer of recognition] "What did you call me?"
Spike: "Are you going to tell me what's going on... Skipper ?"
Lindsey: "Get out of the truck."
Spike: "Know your Tennessee Williams, do ya' mate? You're just too easy to wind up."
Lindsey: "Get out of the truck."
Spike: "If I get out, you'll drive away and I'll be stuck in the dark as usual. You'd think a vampire'd be comfortable in the dark, but the truth is, we like to know what's in front of our faces like anyone else."
Lindsey: "There's nothing you need to know."
Spike: "Is that right?"
[He reaches over and pulls the keys out of the ignition before Lindsey can stop him and slides out of the truck. Lindsey takes a deep sigh of frustration, angrily opens the driver's side door and climbs out of the truck, slamming the door behind him.]
Lindsey: "What do you think you're doing?"
[He grabs for the keys, but Spike whips them out of his reach and then stuffs them into his pocket.]
Spike: [mock sniffing of the air] "What's that I smell?"
Lindsey: [eye roll] "God, I hate it when guys get literary in situations like this--pretentious as hell."
Spike: "Mendacity--unmistakable."
Lindsey: "That's a pretty big word for a guy like you. Pick that up on late-night cable?"
Spike: [shrugging] "Tend to stop surfing when I see Paul Newman--you know, back when he was cool."
Lindsey: [Pausing a moment. The hint of a smile.] "He's still pretty cool."
Spike: "Yeah. [beat] So. You got something you want to tell me?"
Lindsey: [back to serious] "Like I said, there's nothing you need to know."
Spike: [frowning] "Come on, Lindsey. I'm really not in the mood to dance around this anymore. You're not getting your keys back until you tell me something."
[Lindsey frowns and suddenly looks a bit disconcerted. He's wondering if Spike had ever called him by name before--maybe. Or maybe he'd only imagined it. He takes a deep breath and throws his hands up. He's suddenly lost his composure.]
Lindsey: [loud, frustrated voice] "What do you want me to say? I don't know what the hell's going on. I've got a girlfriend. I've got a plan--A big, epic, meticulously thought-out plan. I've worked hard as hell to get where I am now. And yet, somehow, I can't get you out of my head. Suddenly, I'm lying to my girlfriend, who plays an integral part in "the plan" by the way, and who, if she found out I've been lying, could easily serve me up on a platter to the Senior Partners. And why? Because I can't stop myself....I can't stop thinking about....you....it...whatever. It's fucking ridiculous is what it is."
Spike: [slightly bemused/confused frown] "Well that's all very sweet, Lindsey, but I was actually asking about "the plan"--you know, why we're suddenly in Angel's face--what the ultimate goal is--who all's involved--stuff like that."
[Lindsey suddenly looks mortified. Then, after a moment, a wry smile crosses his face.]
Lindsey: "No shit." [He just shakes his head and starts to laugh.]
Spike: "But, uh, that can wait if you've got anything else you need to get off your chest."
Lindsey: "Nope, I think that about covered it."
Spike: [He's obviously intrigued by Lindsey's confession.] "It's not such a terrible thing, you know."
Lindsey: "Yeah, well, it doesn't exactly fit into my world right now."
Spike: [taking a step closer] "Look at you, all conflicted. Doesn't mean you're a poof if that's what you're worried about."
Lindsey: "You think my reasoning's as prosaic as that?"
Spike: "You are from Idaho"
Lindsey: "Oklahoma"
Spike: "Whatever"
Lindsey: [defensive] "I worked for Wolfram and Hart."
Spike: "If you think that fact has anything to do with this, then you're definitely from Oklahoma."
Lindsey: "I thought you weren't too bothered."
Spike: "I want you to make a decision, is all."
[Lindsey stands there a moment, looking directly at Spike. You can feel the heat build as they look at each other.]
Lindsey: [glancing at the door] "You want me to come in?"
Spike: [deep, sexy voice] "I don't mind."
Lindsey: [a confused frown passes over his face.] "What the hell does that mean?"
[Next shot is from inside Spike's apartment--we see them stumbling through the front door, kissing roughly and frantically. This time Lindsey isn't so passive and aggressively ravages Spike's lips and mouth, his hand firmly grasping the back of Spike's head--they're both fighting for control, but at the same time, stripping off clothes on their way to the bed. By the time they reach the back wall, they're both shirtless. Lindsey pushes Spike back hard against the wall, and moves in to press his body close. He reaches around to grab Spike's ass and roughly pulls his pelvis tight against his own. He brings his hands around and starts to pull at Spike's belt.
Spike: [breaking the kiss for a moment] "Not so timid this time."
Lindsey: [As he kisses down Spike's neck.] "I know what I want."
[He continues down Spike's chest, stopping to bite the skin covering his pecks. Spike reaches his hand down Lindsey's bare back and straight down the back of his trousers, pushing one finger down the crack of his ass. Lindsey stops fiddling with the buttons of Spike's jeans for a moment, so he can pull one of Spike's hands around to the front, placing it firmly on the bulge in his pants.
Spike: [smirking] "Ready to go already, eh?"
Lindsey: "I've been hard since you said my name."
[More kissing. Lindsey reaches down and completely frees Spike's growing erection by pulling apart the remaining buttons holding it in and then works his hands along the sides of his hips to force the tightly fitting jeans downward slowly. Spike moves his hands away from stroking Lindsey's hardness to grab the waistband of his trousers, which he effortlessly rips apart--they fall from Lindsey's hips immediately. Once Lindsey has worked the jeans down just pass the ass, he pushes forward, sandwiching their now naked erections between their bodies. He smashes his lips into Spike's, breathing heavily through his nose, pulling free once every few seconds to get more air. He grasps Spike's hips firmly in his hands and starts to try to turn them. Spike pulls away from the kiss and lets out a knowing laugh.
Spike: "And what do you think you're doing?"
Lindsey: [determined] "I want to fuck you."
Spike: "So I hear."
[Spike grabs hold of Lindsey's wrists and in one motion, pulls them up, and turns them both around so that Lindsey's back is against the wall--Spike has pinned Lindsey's arms against the wall on either side of his head and crushed his body so hard against him that he [Lindsey] can't move. Lindsey appears a bit flustered by being so easily put in this helpless position. Grinning slightly, Spike looks him straight in the eye--their foreheads almost touching. He licks his lips before saying.
Spike: "Tell me what you want."
Lindsey: [a bit more timid this time] "I want to fuck you."
Spike: "Ask me nicely now."
Lindsey: [defiant] "You want me to beg?"
Spike: "I want you to ask me nicely."
[Brief pause. Spike releases the pressure of his body just enough to allow the movement of his hips as he thrusts slightly, moving his rock hard cock against Lindsey's warm skin--this motion gives Lindsey the slightest bit of friction on the aching pressure of his own dick. He lets out a soft whimper. At this point, he knows he'd do anything for the release and this makes him the slightest bit angry.
Lindsey: [raspy] "Please. Can I fuck you?"
Spike: [smiling] "You'll find that a little bit of politeness can go a long, long way. [He leans in to kiss him, and grabs a lip with his teeth as he pulls away, tugging it slightly before letting go.] I'm all for equality when it comes to fucking--not so hung up on power like some--but, there is such a thing as seniority."
Lindsey: [slightly frustrated] "Seniority."
Spike: [soft laugh, then slow, deep sexy voice] "Don't worry, pet. I'm going to let you fuck me--think I'd quite enjoy the feel of it [as he says this, he reaches down and moves his hand firmly along the length of Lindsey's dick, eliciting another gutteral moan]. The thing is, seniority means that I get to come first. Does that sound fair to you?"
Lindsey: "Does it matter?"
Spike: "Absolutely not."
[With that, Spike releases Lindsey's arms and moves away. He steps over to the edge of the bed and sits down--Lindsey is watching him intently to see what he's going to do. Spike takes off his shoes and socks and pulls his jeans off--Lindsey follows his lead and soon they're both naked. Instead of getting up, as Lindsey was expecting, Spike stays sitting at the edge of the bed, his legs spread slightly. He leans back on his arms, which are positioned just behind him and looks at Lindsey expectantly. At first, Lindsey looks slightly confused until Spike motions downwards with is eyes. Lindsey takes a slightly uncomfortable breath and moves over to the bed, dropping to his knees in front of Spike. He looks at the tremendous erection before him and gives a quick glance up to Spike.]
Lindsey: "You get that I've never actually..."
Spike: [smirking] "You're a smart boy--I think you'll manage. Seems a fitting use for that clever tongue of yours."
[Lindsey takes hold of the base of it and tentatively leans forward until his mouth is perched at the tip, only a fraction of an inch from the flesh itself. A "what the hell" look crosses his face just before he pushes his lips over the tip. Now it's Spike's turn to grunt in pleasure with the feel of Lindsey's hot mouth on his still cool member. Lindsey works it deeper and deeper into his mouth, getting used to the feel of it and testing how far he can take it in without gagging. Soon, he's using his hand and mouth together to work the entire length and with the encouragement of Spike's moans and whimpers, he loses his previous timidity and starts to aggressively ravage the cock in front of him. He figures out that swirling his tongue over the tip as he's sucking him back down makes Spike groan loudly, which in turns makes Lindsey's cock twitch with excitement. He feels Spike get even harder, which has the same effect on him. Spike takes a handful of Lindsey's hair in one hand--the sight and feel of the bobbing motion of his head, adding to the intensity of the purely physical stimulation of Lindsey's active mouth.]
Spike: [now gasping for unnecessary breaths] "Oh yeah. Oh Lindsey. God, that's good. Uuugggghhgguuuuuuhhhh. [He hears Lindsey whimper in response and that's just about too much.] Aw, fuck, I'm going to come. I'm going to come down your throat. Oh god....oh Lindsey...."
[He can't stop himself from thrusting deeper into Lindsey's mouth as he feels the spasms start, it feels so good. Lindsey holds him tightly in his mouth until he's finished. Spike collapses back onto the bed, pulling himself out.]
Spike: "Not bad for a first go."
[He doesn't quite pull off the understatement, as he can't hide his intense pleasure. After a moment, he looks up to see that Lindsey is standing by the bed. Lindsey spits the come into his hand and then coats his own cock with it, thinking ahead to what's next--the look of desire on his face remarkably intense. The sight of this pulls Spike back into the mood and he nods for Lindsey to get on the bed. Lindsey's practically shaking in anticipation as he gets on the bed and moves toward Spike--his breathing entirely erratic. Spike smiles and shifts to the head of the bed, lifting his torso up onto the headboard, knees on the pillows. Lindsey moves in behind him and runs his hands over his back and ass. He pushes his slick penis between Spike's thighs and can't stop himself from pumping a couple of times.
Spike: "No need to pussy foot around, mate."
[Lindsey lets out a small laugh of recognition. He takes hold of Spike's shoulder with one hand and his cock with the other and presses it tentatively at the puckered opening. He's so remarkably hard and slippery that he's able to slip the tip in easier than he was expecting and the sharp intensity of the pressure makes him hold it in that position for just a moment. Spike grunts...
Spike: "Go on, then. You said you wanted to f..."
[Before Spike can finish, Lindsey pushes himself all the way in, causing both men to groan loudly. Lindsey moves both hands to Spike's hips, just as he'd imagined all those times and starts slowly pushing himself in and out. He's not usually one to say much during sex--more of a grunter and moaner than a talker. But sometimes...]
Lindsey: "God, it's so tight. So good...."
[Soon, he's covered in sweat--the sensation, the longing, the waiting, all contributing to the building pressure in his groin--unbelievable pressure---unbelievable yearning for release. He's sure to keep his eyes open to see the rippling of Spike's back and the quick glances of expression he gets when he turns his head slightly to the side. He pumps a few more times.
Spike: [almost a low growl] "deeper."
[Lindsey moves his hands up to Spike's shoulder and pulls himself as deep inside him as he can, thrusting as hard as he can to see if he can get any deeper with each thrust. Oh, the sounds they're both making now--a chorus of grunts and moans, mixed with the slapping sound of Lindsey's wet skin colliding with Spike's ass. Spike can tell Lindsey's about to come and he's now hard again, looking to release as well.]
Spike: "Touch me."
[Lindsey takes one of his hands from Spike's shoulder and wraps it around his erection--he pumps his hand in time with his body until he can feel Spike start to shoot against the headboard. He quickly grasps tightly to Spike's hips and thrusts madly as he releases everything deep inside him. They're both breathing heavily, though only one for biological reasons. Lindsey leans forward and collapses limply on Spike's back, resting the side of his head on his shoulder, completely spent and totally relaxed.]
Lindsey: "That was unbelievable."
Spike: "You're all wet--forgot how much bloke's sweat."
Lindsey: "I'll get you a fucking towel. In a minute."
[After a moment, Lindsey pulls away and flops on his back on the bed. Spike turns over and looks at him, expectantly.]
Spike: "The towels are in the bathroom. Wouldn't want to make a mess of the sheets--no bloody washing machine in this pathetic excuse for a flat."
[Lindsey smiles at Spike's familiar complaints and reluctantly drags himself up off the bed and into the bathroom. He takes a minute while he's there to splash some water on his face. When he returns with a towel, Spike is moving the kitchen table so that it's about 3 feet from the wall behind the bed.]
Lindsey: [concerned/confused frown] "What are you doing?"
[Spike doesn't answer, but when he's finished, he simply walks up to Lindsey, lifts him up and throws him on his back on the table. Spike is standing between the table and the wall.]
Spike: "Put your feet on the wall."
Lindsey: [still a bit hazy, uber-relaxed from the orgasm] "What? [Thinking he's figured it out from the positioning] Hey, you gotta give me a minute. Appreciate the thought, but uh...."
Spike: "Put your feet high on the wall."
[Lindsey does as he's told, still looking skeptical. He's assuming that Spike is offering to blow him, but he can't quite figure out what the legs are about. Spike drops down to his knees for a minute and starts working his tongue around Lindsey's now exposed ass hole. At first, Lindsey is a bit indifferent, but as Spike starts to push his tongue in a bit and massage around the muscular rim, he relaxes and moans his appreciation. Once Spike feels he's relaxed enough, he reaches over to a bottle on the bedside table and squirts something into his hand, which he then rubs evenly over his quickly hardening penis as he stands up. Lindsey pushes up onto his elbows.]
Lindsey: [looking at his erection] "Damn. You're a better man than me."
Spike: [smiling, naughtily] "If I don't get a hat trick, it's hardly worth it."
Lindsey: [noticing the artificial slickness of what's in Spike's hand] "What's with the grease?"
[Instead of responding, Spike simply steps forward and with a quick shift up of Lindsey's legs, slides his slippery cock right in. Lindsey grunts and tenses slightly--completely taken by surprise. He's relaxed and Spike's slippery as hell, but it still hurts a bit, Spike being on the larger side of average and all. Still, it's much less shocking than the first time...and now he gets to see . Of course he should have known that it was possible to do it this way, but like most straight guys, he'd never taken the time to contemplate it. Spike starts slowly, casually thrusting and decides to answer Lindsey's question.]
Spike: "Thing is, tonight has the feel of an all-nighter. Well, close enough. Now that I'm warmed up, I'm in the mood for some serious fucking--think maybe I'd like to fuck you 'till you get hard and come again. That may take a while after that monster of an orgasm you just had. You are only human, after all. So maybe I'll have to fuck you for an hour or two. Wouldn't want you to get too sore."
Lindsey: [already feeling twinges of excitement] "I don't think it's going to take that long."
Spike: "You're missing the point. If not, then maybe we'll have to start all over again."
[So they go at it like this for a while. As Spike rather slowly and rhythmically pumps, he let's his eyes leisurely wander over the detail of every tattoo on Lindsey's body he can see. Lindsey keeps his head up, drinking in every expression on Spike's face--they rarely ever look directly at each other at the same time--one of them always looks away. After a time, Spike shifts Lindsey's pelvis slightly, changing the exact angle of penetration. Soon after this, Lindsey's erection starts to build again. Another 5 minutes and he's rock hard. Spike ups the pace a bit. It's still been less than an hour, so he's in no rush--the longer the build-up the better the release. Lindsey starts to moan--a small drop of pre-cum forms at the tip of his throbbing cock. He's now looking at Spike with an almost angry expression--Spike responds by pumping harder. Lindsey brings his hand over to touch himself (since Spike isn't touching him), but Spike bats his hand away.]
Spike: "Patience."
[Lindsey looks very frustrated, but curious enough to not object. This goes on for another 20 minutes or so and now Spike is starting to look a bit more "bothered"--his face is developing that sexy snarl and anguished frown that comes when the pressure and tightness starts to be too much. Lindsey's hair is drenched in sweat and the pre-cum is now dribbling down the length of him--the look on his face in painful.]
Lindsey: [through clenched teeth] "I need to come. I don't think I can from this."
Spike: [he spits] "Wait."
[He's losing it now, thrusting harder, growls emanating from deep in his chest. Just at the moment when he feels himself about to come, he stops thrusting. He looks up, his eyes washing over Lindsey's face with the wild gaze of overwhelming hunger. He reaches down and just barely touches the hot, taught skin of Lindsey's erection when it convulses beneath his hand--liquid spurting out the top, reaching past Lindsey's chin. Spike forcefully thrusts one more time and with a roar his body jerks as he comes freely, his face temporarily transformed into the demon. It takes him a moment or two to regain enough control to shake it off and return to his human features. He leans on the table, to prevent himself from falling due to the orgasm-induced weakness in his knees. He looks up and sees Lindsey, breathless, but with a slightly concerned expression on his face.
Lindsey: [He doesn't know quite what to say--he wasn't expecting to be so abruptly reminded that he's been fucking a vampire. And he's a bit unclear on what it (the change) means] "Uh...??"
Spike: [Getting what he's trying to ask.] "It's a good thing."
[He pushes back and makes his way to the bed. He flops down on his back, exhausted. Lindsey slides off the table and onto the bed next to him.]
Lindsey: [practically slurring] "Just need to sleep for a minute."
[Spike just grunts an acknowledgment. Lindsey pulls a pillow under his head and half-heartedly pulls the sheet up a bit. He lets his arm flop to the side, where it rests just touching Spike's shoulder. They're both out cold in a few seconds.]
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[Sometime later, a cell phone rings. Lindsey is the first to hear it and wakes up slowly. He looks around a minute to get his bearings and then starts fishing around the edge of the bed for his pants--he finds them (noticing that they're practically ripped in two, he shakes his head) and pulls the phone out of the pocket. Spike just groans and rolls over, pulling the sheet up over his head.
Lindsey: "Yeah. [we only hear his side of the conversation] Sorry, baby, I must have fallen asleep. Thought you were working all night. What time is it? Oh. I'm at Spike's. Yeah, bonding. Must've had one too many beers. I'll be home soon. Uh, thirty minutes or so--I need a cup of coffee or something before I can drive. Yeah. Yeah. Look, I'm sorry, kitten. I'll get there as quick as I can."
[He puts the phone away and leans back in bed with a heavy sigh. After a minute, he gets up to head to the shower. Spike pops his head out from under the sheet.]
Spike: "Kitten?"
Lindsey: [smiling, playful] "Shut up."
Spike: "No, I like it. Think maybe that'll be my new pet name for you. Kitten." [He laughs.]
[Lindsey shakes his head and walks to the bathroom. A while later, he emerges in a towel.]
Lindsey: "You got a blow dryer or anything? Wet hair's going to be a bit hard to explain."
Spike: [turning over] "uh, no." [duh]
Lindsey: "That's great. And how the hell am I going to explain the pants?"
Spike: "Tell her we ran into some trouble on the way home from the mission--you strike me as a good liar, Lindsey and I mean that in the best possible way."
Lindsey: "Let's hope she's asleep when I get there."
Spike: "You can hang about till your hair dries if you want. Speaking of beers..."
[Lindsey pulls on his ripped pants and shirt and then goes to the fridge to pull out a couple of beers--truth is, he's not in any rush to get home. He's sore and tired and not in the mood to play lovey-dovey with Eve. He thinks to himself: God, I hope she's not horny. He hands Spike one of the beers and sits on the bed while he puts his shoes and socks on. Spike sits up against the headboard and takes a sip of the beer.]
Spike: "So. Got a weakness for blondes, I guess."
Lindsey: "What?"
Spike: "Or is it more of a blood-line thing? [Lindsey just turns toward him and frowns, looking confused. He's still half asleep and it was enough to get his shoes on the right feet. Spike explains.] Darla--my great-gran."
[Lindsey shrugs. He'd typically react more harshly to the mention of her name, but for some reason he doesn't mind it coming from Spike.]
Lindsey: [not knowing what to say] "It was a long time ago."
Spike: [chatty, casual] "Not really. Honestly, I find it all a bit hard to fathom. Spent a good many years in Darla's company and she's about as cold as they come. Damn, she was mean--never imagined anyone could love her."
Lindsey: [a bit annoyed] "Fuck off."
Spike: "Hey, no offense, mate. As a matter of fact, I find it strangely impressive. [Lindsey visibly softens at this.] Angelus couldn't seem to get enough of her--kept his attention for more than century. Still, I don't think I'd call it love."
Lindsey: [bitter] "He never loved her. Not for a second. He treated her like dirt, despite his precious little soul. No offense."
Spike: "None taken."
Lindsey: [getting angrier] "He killed her twice, you know. The stake might not have been in his hand the second time, but it was his doing. I wonder if he's ever loved anyone but himself? Angelus--Angel, same difference."
Spike: "You'll get no argument from me on that. [sympathizing] And yet, she couldn't stay away from him, could she?"
[Lindsey scowls and drains half his beer.]
Lindsey: "You can't fight history, I guess. [thinking back] I don't know what it was. She was human when I met her. Even then, she was cold and wicked--but there was a depth, a fire that you could just catch glimpses of. Yep, she sure had somethin' ."
Spike: [trying to lighten the mood] "She had really impressive breasts as I recall."
Lindsey: [smiling] "Yeah, they were pretty nice. [finishing his beer] I should take off. She's the sort to watch the clock." [He stands up.]
Spike: "See you tomorrow at Elsie's, then?"
Lindsey: "Yeah. Midnight."
[He stands there a moment before turning to go, as if he's not quite sure how you end a night like this. He looks at Spike, who gives him a slight nod, and then turns with a sideways smile and an eyebrow raise as he steps toward the door.
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