A Picture’s Worth A Thousand Words
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Set in
Season 1 during the episode “Five By Five”.
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Angel glanced at the carefully arranged files on the
desk. He doubted that a man like
Lindsey would be foolish enough to leave the file of a young psychopath just
lying around, but it didn’t hurt to look…or for an opportunity to mess up a
little part of the apparently neat and structured life that this man was
living. Idly he grabbed the files, flicking
through the manila folders, noting the names of the cases and a few other
details before letting them fall back haphazardly onto the polished desk. Sighing, Angel turned his attention to the
file drawer of the desk, rifling through the various folders one caught his
attention and he pulled it out.
Unfortunately closer inspection showed it had nothing to do with the
dark haired slayer. He was just about
to drop the folder and start on the next one when the sound of the door opening
distracted him. From the corner of his
eye he caught sight of the man who usually sat in the seat he currently
occupied. Leaning back in the chair he
threw the useless file with those already on the desk and toed the drawer shut.
"Don't you have any respect for the law?"
asked Lindsey, placing his briefcase in the chair near the door. With all the arrogance of a man of his
profession, he slowly took a few steps into the middle of the room, burying his
hands in his pockets.
"Nice office. Good view,” stated Angel, standing
and giving a half-hearted glance towards the wide windows that framed the
city’s nightscape. Two steps brought
him closer to the young lawyer. “Where’s Faith?”
“Should I know what you’re talking about?”
“Your new employee.”
"It's a big firm,” Lindsey feigned his
ignorance. Angel narrowed his eyes as
the lawyer took another step forward, the impertinent smirk broadening
slightly. “Tell you what I can do. I
can give you the number for Personnel, though.
I'm sure they'd be glad to handle your problem."
Angel grunted nonchalantly, two could play at this
game.
"You'd remember this one,” he pouted briefly,
considering an accurate description. “Pretty, dark hair, kills things?"
"I assure you that we have strict hiring
practices," arrogance covered every single word but the smirk disappeared.
"So how does it work for a guy like you?” Angel
turned his back to the lawyer, there was no threat, just words propped up with
foolish pride and arrogance. He could
see it in the surroundings as he moved over to the window, a brief glance
showing the city lights, all gloss but superficial, empty. “Successful lawyer
in a big law firm, company car, nice office,” Angel turned, walking back to the
lawyer, his fingers dragging across the top of his chair as he wetted down his
lips. “Bonus - can hire a killing when ever you want. Kind of got it made,
right?"
"Well, we'll just add slander to breaking and
entering. While we're on the subject,” Lindsey broke his stance, bringing a finger
to his chin, mocking the idea that he was struggling to remember an event. “I
remember you throwing one of my clients through a window. Killed him if I'm not
mistaken."
“Yes, I seem to remember,” he nodded in agreement,
frowning as he turned to point out the massive window. “The window was just
about that size.” Indifferently, Angel
strolled toward the lawyer, throwing his hands out wide. “Too bad the body burned up before it hit
the ground…I might have needed a good lawyer.”
Lindsey shook his head, glancing toward internal
door of his office before turning his attention back to the vampire steadily
walking towards him “I’m sorry we only handle a certain class of clientele.”
"Oh, I'm sure that I've killed enough people to
qualify,” Angel’s eyes darkened, sick of humouring the lawyer in hopes of
getting the information he was seeking.
Time for some good old fashioned demanding. “Where is she?"
"You know a vampire can't walk in here without
us knowing it. We have a highly sophisticated security system, spent a fortune
on mystical barriers and such,” Lindsey glanced about the room, the smirk
returning momentarily as a guard silently opened the internal door. “Nice to know our investment paid off."
Angel had known about the guard even before he entered
the room, Lindsey’s constant fervent glances at the door ensured that the
vampire knew someone was coming eventually.
The poor boy really had no idea how to play the game. With ease Angel pulled the guard off
balance, slamming him into the desk and dropping the unconscious body. Shrugging, he took another step closer to
the apprehensive lawyer.
“I think it was a waste of money myself,” he growled
and Lindsey stood his ground.
“Well, one down,” he glanced briefly at the fallen
guard, before returning to the dark gaze of the vampire looming before him.
“More on the way and the police have been called. And this whole encounter has been visually recorded on hi-def…”
“Ooh, pictures,” Angel stated sarcastically, closing
the distance between them. “Scary.”
“A picture’s worth a thousand words,” Lindsey
swallowed back the lump that was threatening to choke him.
“But which words?” Angel asked as the blue
self-assured eyes he was so fixed on clouded with doubt. Slowly, deliberately he licked his lips and
the blue eyes widened ever so slightly.
“I mean really? Hatred? Could be full of that, then again maybe I’m
just a man come to see another…”
His fingers tangled in the dark heavily moused locks
and yanked Lindsey’s head back, spinning them together and pushing the lawyer
back against the front of his desk. With a constrained grunt, Lindsey hit the
edge of the table, wincing at the force of the blow, his hands gripping the
edge. The knuckles turned white as Angel
loomed over him, tightening the grip on his hair, snarling in the younger man’s
face.
“For any number of reasons…” he forced the lawyer’s
head to the side, exposing his neck.
“To kill…” His lips brushed across the pulse point and he could feel it
pounding in fear. It was pure Ambrosia
as he traced the path of the artery, breaking away to stray to the Lawyers ear.
“To fuck…”
It was with those words and the subtle forward
movement of Angel’s groin that something changed.
“Maybe we’re lovers who’ve had a tiff, what do you think
the pictures are saying right now?” Angel asked, whispering the words into his
captive’s ear.
Lindsey felt one of his nails break against the wood
of his desk as he was held in the vampires embrace. It was true, Lindsey’s legs were spread, Angel standing between
them, leaving the lawyer open to all sorts of painful reprimands should the
vampire decide to take action, and chances were that security would be thinking
exactly what he’d said. Closing his
eyes, Lindsey waited. For what, he
wasn’t sure. All sorts of possibilities were running through his mind, from
buggery to death, and he wasn’t certain which was preferable.
“No fight, Lindsey?” purred Angel, his body resting
snugly against the lawyer’s, pinning him physically against the side of the
desk so that he couldn’t fight even if he wanted too. Keeping a firm grip on the dark hair, Angel lifted his head
slowly, keeping it low so that for intents and purposes his lips were trailing
over his lover’s skin. He could feel the heat of Lindsey’s breath, panting
across his ear, and there was no doubt fear was causing the lawyer’s heart to
beat double time. It was a mistake, to
be this close to human terror, this close to a warm body, to have someone so
intimately pressed against him. The
biggest mistake was to look at the face of the man he held.
Lindsey had the lashes of a girl, long and soft.
Angel knew that even before he brushed his finger across the dark curling
lashes, causing the eyelids to flutter but they remained firmly shut. The back of his fingers dragged over the
lawyer’s cheek, dropping down to under the chin, his nails dragging lightly
across his exposed neck and flicking out so that the fingertips rested against
the warm skin, his pulse throbbing beneath them. His thumb traced the outline of the young man’s lips.
Shock, surprise or the sheer fear of buggery made
Lindsey gasp, his eyes flying open at the sensation of the thumb caressing his
lips. It was a moment he would later
regret. The gasp parted his lips and
Angel’s thumb sank into his mouth, his tongue instinctively moving and curling
about the intruder. To Angel the mouth
was blissfully moist and he groaned softly, his eyes briefly closing as the
lawyer swallowed, trying to moisten his suddenly dry mouth. It was too much and then Lindsey added to
it, moving his tongue and sucking on the digit. Angel shuddered, leaning his full weight against the smaller man
as he continued to suckle on the vampire’s thumb.
Angel wasn’t sure what was happening, a game gone
too far, a ploy to call off the security staff, but hell, he wanted more. The warmth was working through the layers of
clothes, slowly seeping into his cold flesh, warming him, making him lean into
that heat, forcing them both down onto the surface of the desk. With a snarl of frustration, Angel tore his
thumb free of Lindsey’s mouth and dropped his hand down to wrap about his
waist, lifting him up as their lips met and setting him down on top of the
desk.
Lindsey’s hand sent the green antique banker’s lamp
flying as he struggled to find something to hold onto, eventually satisfying
his need by clamping down on the older man’s neck. The kiss was suffocating, there was no hesitation, no waiting for
an invitation, just a demanding and punishing kiss. Angel’s tongue dominated, pushing it’s way into the lawyer’s
mouth, beating his into submitence…or at least trying to. Their tongues tangled together, then
separated, only to strike out again, each trying to dominate the other. Teeth caught tender flesh and teased as the
tongues once more retreated before the next attack. Growling low in his throat, Angel broke the kiss briefly to pull
Lindsey to him, guiding him with his hand in the small of his back. There was no mistaking the sounds of
pleasure as their pelvises slammed together, their stomachs meeting briefly as
they moved together.
Rolling his pelvis back, Lindsey tilted his head,
catching the vampire’s lips once more.
Angel didn’t have to encourage Lindsey, he was more than happy to rock
against the elder man, grinding together to create that delightful friction
that was starting to overrule everything.
It was an action as old as time, and repeated over and over again, the
thrusts becoming harder that moment where they connected slowing down, lasting
longer, evoking sounds of pleasure. For
the love of good Irish whiskey, Lindsey’s fingers were tangling in his hair,
the Lawyers nails scraping against his scalp eliciting a groan of pleasure to
rumble through Angel, accompanied by a hard thrust and footsteps from the
hallway.
Damn.
Okay, so the security guards weren’t buying the
fighting lovers bit. How much more
proof did they need? The desktop had
been cleared of its clutter, the two were happily dry humping like horny
teenagers…give them another couple of minutes and they’d be a hell of a lot of
naked flesh. But no. It wasn’t going to happen.
Snarling, Angel pulled away, releasing his hold on
Lindsey completely and stepped away from the dishevelled man. For some reason the dark haired vampire had
forgotten why he was there in the first place.
“Well, this has been…” Angel paused looking down at
the obvious bulge in his pants and then back up at Lindsey, still sprawled
across his desk. “Invigorating.”
With that, Angel turned on his heel and left a similarly
bemused young lawyer wondering how he was going to explain the security tapes
to the senior partners.
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