Author: Salustra 
E-mail: goddess_salustra@juno.com
Title: A Shared Passion  (Sequel to A Way to Pass the Night  ~and~  
Uses.)  
Pairing: Spike/ Lindsey 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Lindsey and Spike find they have something in common. 
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance .  Anyplace else is fine, 
just let us know where it is going. 
Spoilers: Through Ats Season 5: Underneath. 
Disclaimer: I don't own Spike or Lindsey or anything else from ME… 
though I really wish I could.   
Distribution: Go ahead.  I'd like to know where it's going if you can 
drop me a line. 
Feedback: Please?  E-mail to goddess_salustra@juno.com
 
Lindsey is walking down the hall, not really paying attention to 
where he is going when he is thrust up against the wall.   He looks 
back to see a familiar blonde vampire holding him against the wall 
and then his mouth is captured in a fierce, punishing kiss.  
 
"I want you...now, lawyer boy," Spike says, eye flashing. 
 
Lindsey struggles to catch his breath.  "My office..." he gasps. 
 
"Your office is two floors up and half the building away and I don't 
want to wait that bloody long.  I want you naked and on all fours in 
a minute or less.  C'mon, the training room is not far from here."  
 
Spike all but drags Lindsey to the training room and kicks the doors 
open, only to be confronted with the sight of a half-naked Angel 
working through his tai chi routine.  Spike and Lindsey both stand, 
momentarily transfixed.  Without breaking his routine, Angel says in 
a firm, calm voice, "Both of you... out." 
 
Spike pulls Lindsey out and into a nearby dark room and locks the 
door.  "This is better anyway.  The observation room for the training 
room."  
 
Lindsey stands, looking at Spike.  Spike barks, "What are you sodding 
waiting for?  Naked, now."  Spike shrugs off his duster and starts 
stripping his own clothes, and a stunned Lindsey rapidly follows.  He 
has already suffered the consequences of not following orders quickly 
and he has no desire to repeat the experience. 
 
Spike waits until Lindsey is naked and then pulls him into another 
crushing kiss, pulling Lindsey's head back to give him full access to 
Lindsey's sweet mouth.  He keeps the kiss up as his other hand 
roughly strokes Lindsey's body, finally settling on his semi-hard 
cock and pumping it to full and painful hardness.  His own already 
hard cock rubs back and forth against Lindsey's as he pumps.  
 
Spike pulls back from the kiss.  "Want me?  Ready for me?"  
 
Lindsey moans and whimpers.  "Oh god, yes, yes."  
 
Spike takes his hands off Lindsey.  "On the floor with you then.  
Now."  
 
Lindsey kneels on the floor then gets on all fours.  He shivers at 
the cold tile.  He feels two lube-coated fingers working quick and 
hard into his ass and he moans again and pushes back against them.  
 
"So fucking eager, lawyer boy.  I *do* like that about you." Spike 
says, chuckling.  
 
The fingers are quickly withdrawn and Lindsey mewls in eagerness as 
he feels the head of Spike's massive cock push against his nether 
entrance.  Spike grips Lindsey's hips firmly, fingers digging into 
flesh, and pushes in with one swift and brutal motion.  Lindsey cries 
out and Spike shushes him angrily.  "Keep it down, lawyer boy, or 
I'll have to gag you.  Vampires have sensitive hearing and there's 
one in the very next room."  Lindsey quickly bites into his own lip 
to muffle himself as he realizes Spike would probably use Lindsey's 
own underwear to gag him with.  Spike has done it before, and on much 
less provocation.  
 
Spike starts thrusting hard, in and out, angling to hit Lindsey's 
prostate but moving at a punishing pace.  Lindsey whimpers and moans 
as quietly as he can.  He loves this...Spike has made him love it, 
crave it, expect it as a daily diet.  Spike has shown him the wonders 
of drinking a bit of vampire blood to heal all the little abrasions 
and pains so he can take the physical toll, and Lindsey has a 
standing appointment for a transfusion every other day in Medical.  
After all these years as a corporate whore, serving his own 
ambitions, now he is an actual whore, serving at the pleasure of a 
master vampire who held the keys to his soul.  
 
His cock is near to bursting now, dripping pre-cum onto the floor, 
but he knows he dare not cum until Spike allows it.  It's so seldom 
now that he's even tempted, as if that cock knows its master.  Spike 
doesn't even have to touch him anymore, just speak the words.  He 
proved it one night, making Lindsey lie on the bed while he just 
spoke to him, saying dirty, filthy things in that liquid sex voice of 
his, making Lindsey hard and then finally making him cum just by 
telling him to.  
 
"Should I let you cum, lawyer boy?  After your little outburst?  Or 
should I make you force that hard cock back in your pants and forbid 
you to bloody touch it until you come home to me tonight?"  Spike 
hisses, moving his mouth near Lindsey's ear.  
 
It was a trick question, of course, to which there was no real right 
answer.  If he said yes he should cum, Spike might let him cum but 
promise him a lovely beating later for being presumptuous.  If he 
said no he shouldn't cum Spike would agree and make him walk around 
unfinished all day.  And Spike would know, somehow, if he cheated.  
The only right answer he had found so far was the one he was about to 
give.  "Whatever you say, master."  
 
"Good boy.  You're full of shit but you know how to use that lawyer 
mouth properly," Spike says.  "All right, my little whore, you can 
cum now."  
 
Lindsey cums then, explosively, as he feels Spike fills his ass with 
cool seed at almost the same moment.  Spike seemed to love the power 
he had over Lindsey and got off on it as much or maybe even more than 
the sex.  
 
Spike pushes back and gets up off the floor, leaving Lindsey to clean 
up and get dressed.  Spike stands, naked, unashamed, watching through 
the observation window into the training room.  As Lindsey looks 
over, he can see that Spike is getting hard again.  Lindsey moves 
quietly over to see what Spike is viewing that is causing that 
reaction.  He sees Angel, still doing his tai chi, oblivious to his 
horny onlooker.  Make that onlookers, as it is not long before 
Lindsey's cock likewise reacts, but his is firmly encased in briefs 
and slacks.  
 
Spike's nostrils flare briefly.  Lindsey is a fool if he thinks the 
smell of recent sex will hide his new arousal.  But for now, he says 
nothing and does not react.  He wants to enjoy his rare chance to 
watch Angel's semi-naked body, moving gracefully.  
 
At last Angel finishes.  He walks over and locks the door, towels 
off, and then... undoes and drops his training pants, revealing himself 
in all his naked glory.  He bends and towels his legs.  Spike and 
Lindsey are both unable to move, and Lindsey is almost afraid to 
breathe.  Angel is done toweling all too soon, and dresses back in 
his work clothes.  He gathers up his gym bag and unlocks the training 
room, walking out.  
 
Spike turns golden eyes on Lindsey.  "I will see you tonight.  Be 
prompt.  Don't wear anything that you want to keep.  Bring a change 
of clothes to wear home." 
 
Later that night, Lindsey is knocking on Spike's door.  Spike opens 
it and pulls Lindsey in, throwing him to the floor.  "Stay down, 
lawyer boy, unless you want me to hurt you," Spike warns, and Lindsey 
freezes.  He doesn't know what he's done to anger the blonde vampire 
but he knows that tone of voice.  
 
Spike leans over his and grabs his T-shirt, ripping it up the back, 
then ripping it off him in shreds.  He snarls and growls, in full 
gameface, animalistic shrieks of rage coming from him.  Then he 
repeats the process with the sweats Lindsey is wearing.  He pulls 
Lindsey to him, hand wrapped around his throat, other hand tightly 
and painfully gripping his cock.  "*Who* was this hard for today, 
boy?"  
 
"You, Spike," Lindsey gasps out.  *Oh, this could be very, very bad.*
 
"And who else, boy?" 
 
"No one else."
 
"I can tell when you are bullshitting me, boy.  Did you think I 
couldn't smell, couldn't tell you got hard watching him?  Now admit 
it before I pull your fucking traitorous piece of meat off!"  
 
"Yeah, sure.  So did you.  You didn't even try to hide it!"  Lindsey 
cries out.  
 
 
"*That*," says Spike, tightening the hand on Lindsey's throat, "is 
entirely different.  You belong to me, not the other way around."  
 
"Yes, master, sorry master," Lindsey chokes out, chiding himself for 
being stupid enough to have baited Spike on the one subject sure to 
send him into a fit of insane rage.  
 
"So what should we do about it, boy?  What should we do about your 
little treachery?" 
 
Lindsey's vision was clouding from lack of air.  With the last half-
breath he could draw in, he wheezes out, "We could try to seduce 
him." 
 
Spike is so surprised he drops Lindsey to the floor, looking down at 
him, stupefied.  Finally he swallows and says, "Repeat that.  I'm not 
sure I heard you properly."  
 
Lindsey rubs his throat and says again, "We could try to seduce him.  
I've read his files, Spike.  He has a thing for blue-eyed boys.  And 
I know your history with him.  I don't think he could manage to 
resist the temptation of both of us working on him together."  
 
Spike kneels, looking into Lindsey's blue eyes with his own.  "Lawyer 
boy, you may actually have something there.  Get up.  We need to talk 
and to plan.  Angel will never bloody know what hit him."  

THE END