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"You've been gone for two days."

Angel, half way up the stairs of the Hyperion Hotel, stopped to gaze at his lover. His heart sank as he took in the sight; he was in trouble. He knew he was in trouble by the way Lindsey was dressed: tight black mini-skirt, one of Angel's large black sweaters, 3- inch black heels, and a chin length red wig completing the ensemble.

Well, the angry scowl marring Lindsey's face clued him in too.

"I know," Angel said. He put his arms out as if to defend himself from Lindsey's anger. "There was this demon and . . ."

"I *know * about that. Cordelia did tell me about the vision. She told me where you where. But two days and you didn't even call. I thought you were dead!"

"Lindsey, I'm fine."

Lindsey sniffed, wounded, and brushed a nonexistent piece of lint from the sweater he was wearing. "Yes. I can see that you're fine - now - since you are standing right there, completely unashamed, I might add, doing that whole not breathing thing you do so well," he snapped, raising his eyes to glare at Angel. "But I *didn't * know that for two whole days! You could have been dead. Dust! Vacuum cleaner fodder. The enemy of diligent housewives everywhere!" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Why is it that Gunn knows how to use a cell phone to call *his * lover but you don't?" When Angel hesitated, Lindsey began tapping his foot. "Hmmm? Why?"

Angel took a few more steps up the stairs. "Lin, honey. . .baby, I'm sorry. I just..." he began soothingly.

Lindsey turned his head away, cutting Angel off with a smooth sweep of his hand. Manicured nails glinted in the light of the stairs. "Yeah, whatever. I'm going to Caritas." He smoothed his hair and sweater. "I'm going to Caritas." Lindsey began moving down the stairs, his perfume swirling around him as he trounced past the vampire.

Angel snagged his lover around the waist in mid-trounce. "It's six in the morning, Lin. The place is closed."

"Loren told me I could stop by any time."

"But I missed you." Puppy dog eyes, check. Tone of consternation, check.

"Then you should have called," retorted Lindsey, unimpressed by Angel's tone and eyes.

"I will next time." Angel knew that Lindsey wasn't as upset as he was acting; his accent, while tingeing his words, had not taken over.

Lindsey snorted. "Next time? You leave me for days on end to chase demons, don't call, leave me to worry, *miss * my show, and you expect there to be a *next* time?"

Angel nuzzled his lover. "You can always give me a private performance. You know I prefer the naked versions to what you do at Caritas."

"That's beside the point." Lindsey had closed his eyes as Angel's lips traveled the expanse of his neck. "The point is. . . ack!"

"Ack?" Angel laughed, tickling Lindsey's neck with his smile. Moistening his lips, he brushed Lindsey's pulse point, running his tongue up the vein lightly. "Ack is a very good point." His hand slid inside the waistband of Lindsey's skirt and took hold of his lover's swelling cock, slowly massaging it. "What was the point again?" he whispered throatily as his thumb swept over the weeping head of Lindsey's cock

Breathing heavily, Lindsey had to hold onto Angel's shoulders to keep from falling as his knees weak. "The point is that," Lindsey bucked his hips against Angel's hand, "Ah, that you left in the middle of the night without waking me, without a note and didn't call me. If it hadn't been for, ohmygod!" His knees gave out.

Angel sat his lover on the stairs and pulled off the skirt. "You were going to Caritas wearing neither underwear nor pantyhose in a skirt that hardly covers anything?" He stopped his ministrations as if in anger, but his tone told Lindsey that Angel knew that the drag queen had never intended getting much passed the lobby in the first place.

Damn manipulative bitch.

God, Angel loved him.

Lindsey managed to open his eyes enough to glare.

Unphased by the glare, Angel remarked casually, "I didn't know you were so religious, baby. God told you where I was?" Moving so he was between Lindsey's spread legs, he smiled sweetly at his lover before leaning down and engulfing the hard, hot cock.

"Yes!" Lindsey cried, bucking his hips, trying to bury himself deeper in Angel's mouth.

Angel opened his throat, taking Lindsey all the way in. For a moment, he didn't move, allowing his tongue and throat muscles pleasure his lover. Then, eliciting enough sounds of pleasure from Lindsey for the moment, he pulled back slowly. He was laughing. "I had no idea the two of you were so close," he remarked once his mouth was free.

Lindsey whimpered, head falling back on the stairs.

Cool hands replaced the mouth, pumping with just enough pressure to make the drag queen moan, but slowly enough to tease.

"So, did God come here, or did you go to a church?"

"Came over," Lindsey gritted out through clenched teeth. He opened his eyes to glare at his tormentor, the blue eyes filled with frustrated lust. Rotating his hips, he forced Angel's hand to move with him, moaning from the sensation.

Angel forced Lindsey to stop, hands still on the aching cock, the weight of his arms holding Lindsey's hips in place. "Really? Did anything happen? Did he touch you?"

"I should be so lucky. Angel, don't stop."

"Oh, so now you're lusting after some guy, huh? Some god?"

"I was thinking about you the whole time." Lindsey's tone was begging. He wrapped his hands around Angel's, trying to move them, hips straining under the vampire's weight.

Angel, enjoying the site of his tortured lover, did nothing, a malicious gleam in his eyes.

Lindsey pushed his hips up, cock hitting Angel's chin. "Angel, please!"

Angel sighed melodramatically. "Very well, then. Since you begged all pretty." The vampire leaned over his lover and pressed a soft, wet kiss to the eager mouth. He let his mouth travel down Lindsey's heated body, nuzzling him through the thick sweater, before, once again taking the throbbing cock deep in his mouth.

"Oh, yes," Lindsey hissed, Southern accent full-blown by now. His hips began to buck steadily into Angel's cool mouth, sweat beading on his forehead and running down his neck. The sweater clung to him in damp patches.

The vampire ran his hands under the sweater, over Lindsey's smooth skin. His head was bobbing in a steady rhythm, throat open so Lindsey's cock slid in deep. Every time the cock hit the back of his throat, Angel would pause and *hum. * The vibrations sent jolts of pleasure through Lindsey's body, making him cry out and buck his hips. Lindsey began to move faster and fast, his cries getting louder and more desperate as he moved closer to the edge. An intense look of concentration overtook the drag queen's beautiful face as he closed his eyes tightly, bit his lips, and *thrust * as hard as he could.

Angel suddenly clamped his hands on Lindsey's hips, preventing him from moving. The vampire swallowed his lover to the root and began working his throat muscles, the pressure intense along the cock in his mouth, his nose nuzzling the wiry hair at the base.

Lindsey threw his head back, not caring when it connected with the hard step, and let loose a wail of fulfillment as he came in hot burst. His seed shot deep down Angel's throat, the vampire swallowing the viscous fluid, milking every drop. After licking the last drop, Angel smiled and kissed the tip of his lover's cock. Then he moved up a step, sitting next to Lindsey's head and moving it into his lap.

"I'm sorry I didn't call," Angel said, tugging the wig off. He tossed it on the steps and ran his hand through Lindsey's own silky hair.

Lindsey closed his eyes, frowning slightly. "I was worried."

"I'm not going to leave you, Lindsey," the vampire told him, reading the insecurity in his lover's tone.

"Yeah, I know." He took a deep breath. "Lilah's missing. I found out yesterday; she's disappeared."

The hand that was petting Lindsey stopped for a moment, before slowly continuing. "I'll protect you."

The blue eyes opened to gazed into Angel's, full of love. "You better. Not every vampire gets the privilege of ravishing me on the stairs, ya know."

"Oh *excuse * me," Cordelia said, passing them As she walked down, the seer very pointedly did *not *look at the two men.

Lindsey sat up, covering himself with his sweater, not all that self- conscious. "Delia, what's in the bag?"

The seer turned around, all wide-eyed innocence. "What bag?"

"The one you are holding in your left hand."

"Oh, *this * bag." She managed to look at it as if she'd never seen it before.

The acting lessons Lindsey had given her money for were really paying off.

"Right. Well, I've been traumatized by having to listen to my boss and his boyfriend have sex on the stairs so I figured that since I have a date tonight the best way to compose myself would be to borrow some make-up from said boyfriend."

"Gimme." Lindsey held his hand out.

"Its just some blush and stuff."

"Gimme!" Sterner this time.

The seer reluctantly gave him the bag.

He pulled his red satin shoes out. "No. But everything else, yes."

"Lindsey," Angel said, looking at the contents of the bag, "that's one of your best outfits."

"True. Delia, no peanut butter. I don't care what you think it makes taste good. If Anne doesn't taste good enough without it, then you should find someone else."

Grinning, Cordelia took the bag and kissed Lindsey on the cheek. "Thanks babe. Oh, and I still think you should spank him. He should have called. Later!" With that parting remark, Cordelier traipsed down the stairs and out of the hotel.

"Spank me?"

Lindsey blushed and shrugged. "It was her idea."

Angel smiled, a hungry, wolfish smile. "Well, if it'll make you happy, I'm game."

Eyes bright, Lindsey leapt to his feet, grabbed Angel's hand and raced up the stairs.

~Fin~