Author: Salustra and Pet.  
E-mail: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ;  Pet: 
spikespet2001@yahoo.com .
Title: The Temptation of Angel 1/3  (Sequel to A Way to Pass the 
Night  ~and~  Uses ~and~ A Shared Passion.)  
Pairing: Spike/ Lindsey this chapter 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Lindsey and Spike set out to seduce Angel.  
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP 
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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
 
 
"So are you sure this information is accurate?"  Lindsey asks.  
 
Spike nods and sighs impatiently.  "Harmony still has a thing for me, 
lawyer boy.  A smile and a few compliments can get me almost 
anywhere." 
 
Spike drops down into a fighting stance.  "Now, let's get to working 
up a sweat."  He comes at Lindsey, and Lindsey swings back.  The 
dance is started.  
 
Angel slips off his watch and throws into his gym bag after checking 
the time as he walks towards the training room. He opens the door and 
stops cold, his eyes widening fractionally at the sight before him. 
Lindsey and Spike are sparring half-naked, the sweat pouring off 
them. He debates with himself for a second about just calling off 
today's session of tai chi in favor of running far, far away-- but 
that would suggest he had a reason to run and he *so* doesn't. So he 
swallows, walks in, keeps his eyes firmly planted on the bench ahead, 
drops the training bag then, proceeds only after a second of thought 
to slip his t-shirt off.
 
Spike and Lindsey are apparently lost in their training and pay no 
attention to Angel.  Spike jumps back, laughing, and crooks a finger 
at Lindsey.  "C'mon, lawyer boy, you can do better than that.  What 
about all that fancy fighting you learned in Tibet?"  
 
Lindsey pants and starts moving in, kicking and spinning, connecting 
only lightly with Spike who was already moving away from the 
blow.  "Lost a lot of it with the tattoos.  Besides, human here 
against a pain-in-the-ass vampire who doesn't have to *breathe* and 
has over 90 years advantage on me." 
 
Angel chuckles to himself and starts to tick off in his head all the 
improper moves he could correct from both, then seems to shake 
himself out of it and reminds himself he hates these two more than he 
hates most of the evil in this building. He moves to a spare space, 
gets in position, and starts to move slowly, move after move of his 
tai chi, his body becoming fluid and graceful. Angel's own hulking 
form no longer reigns in favor of this graceful creature now.
 
The fight continues.  Spike manages to get a solid hold on Lindsey 
and the fight changes, the two of them squirming and writhing 
sweatily against each other on the mat.  Lindsey almost gets away 
several times only to be dragged back by Spike's superior strength 
and speed.  Lindsey doesn't give up, though, and the sound of their 
grunts and groans fills the training room, replacing the earlier 
banter.  
 
Angel's falters and he about falls over his own feet.  He turns 
around quickly to make sure that these two idiots aren't doing what 
he thinks they are doing. Once turned around and confirmed, he calms 
but much to his own horror he has calmed down a bit too much. Because 
the next thing to escape his lips from watching Spike sweaty, naked 
and graceful wrestling in a not-so-much-erotic but still very much 
hands-on contact manner with Lindsey, also sweaty, half-naked and 
very much built nicely with blue eyes like his wrestling partner, is 
a moan. He covers his mouth but he knows it's too late-- god does he 
ever-- and right now, oh right now he wishes vampire senses didn't 
exist and he could crumble to dust quickly and effectively where he 
stands. He spins back around, counts to ten, and starts to try to get 
back into his fluid movements.
 
Spike grins to himself but keeps wrestling with Lindsey a while 
longer, til finally he tugs on Lindsey's finger in a pre-arranged 
signal, and Lindsey noisily surrenders.    The two of them get up and 
splash water over themselves as they cool down, then towel off and 
leave.  Once well out of vampire earshot, Spike turns to Lindsey with 
a wicked grin.  "Well, we got a reaction.  So we know he can still be 
tempted.  Now we just have to start wearing him down."  
 
Angel breathes big heaving but unnecessary breaths and curses under 
his breath the biggest most hateful Gaelic curses at himself he can 
muster. After he is sure he berated himself for slipping, he's Angel 
Vampire with a Soul, hero, friend...he isn't Angelus, horn-ball, 
sicko, pervert, kink-meister extraordinaire anymore. And he will be 
damned if he lets those two little weasels effect him. He smiles to 
himself, sure he has succeeded in his own little pep-talk and starts 
back up with his tai chi, his movements once again graceful and 
fluid. 
 
Later that afternoon Spike shows up to the meeting Angel called 
dressed in lace-up leather pants that show off every curve and a 
midnight-blue silk tank.  Lindsey is in skin-tight well-worn denims 
and a loose silk shirt that clings nicely to his pecs.  
 
Angel walks in, mug of blood in his hand, and moves to the head of 
the table. He takes one look at Lindsey and Spike in their attire and 
the cup spills its contents onto his new Armani linen dress shirt and 
he screams as he drops the mug to the table, "SON OF A BITCH." He 
grabs some napkins at the center of the table and starts to soak up 
as much blood as he can from his new shirt.
 
Wes looks over at Angel.  "Problem, Angel?"  He asks, raising an 
eyebrow.  
 
"Holy wardrobe malfunction, Angelcakes, you ok?"  Lorne asks.  Then 
his eyes are drawn to the two new arrivals.  He whistles low.   "Oh, 
excellent fashion choices, kittens.  You both look positively 
edible."  
 
Spike grins and gives a little salaam with his hands and sits down 
next to Angel in his usual style, one leg flung over the arm of the 
chair and his crotch thrust forward.  Lindsey settles in next to him 
and both of them look at Angel.
 
Angel ignores them steadily and pushes the call button, his voice 
gruff. "Harmony?"
 
Harmony answers cheerily, "Whatcha need, boss?"
 
"I need a new shirt and a mug of blood and like now." Angel barks.
 
"A new shirt?  Ok....what color?"  Harmony asks.  
 
Angel growls. "Harmony, just bring me a damn shirt. I only own them 
in like three damn colors."
 
"Right boss.  Right away boss.  You want the shirt first or the 
blood?" 
 
Angel's eye twitches. He clenches his fists and says between gritted 
teeth, "Bring...them...at...the..same...time..Harmony."
 
"But they're in different places...ok, ok, I'll do my best."  Harmony 
gets off the intercom and comes into the office, heading towards the 
elevator.  
 
Angel snarls as she walks past and smiles a small smile of self-
gratification when she runs faster to the elevator. He takes off his 
still amazingly clean jacket sets it on his chair and leans over the 
table, taking a needless breath and begins. "So, I called this 
meeting because we have some old-fashioned ass-kicking that needs to 
be addressed. Wes, read the stats I sent you please."
 
Wes picks up the sheet of paper and starts to read.  "Well, it seems 
there is a group of..." His eyes are bleary and he tries to 
focus.  "A group of..." He stops and pulls his glasses off, rubbing 
at his eyes.  
 
"Oh, give it here," Spike says.  He pulls out a pair of wire-rimmed 
glasses and puts them on, beginning to read.  
 
Angel sees this, cries out a girly cry, his hands slip from the 
table, and he falls over and hits the floor with a tiny thud. He 
stays down and thinks *Maybe they won't notice and I can live down 
here, yes nice floor pretty floor.*
 
There is a brief silence, then Spike leans down under the table and 
peers at Angel through his glasses.  "Are you ok, Angel?" 
 
Angel cries the girly cry again, stands up fast, and turns to the 
window deliberately not looking at the table, and coughs. "Fine, 
fine...where is she with my damn shirt and my blood? I swear I am 
gonna fire her fake blonde, vampire ass."
 
The elevator door opens.  "Here you are, boss.  And for your 
information, I am a *natural* blonde, thank you.  Hmpf." 
 
Angel takes his shirt and his mug and his eyes flash. "Thank you.  
Now get out." He unbuttons his bloody shirt, wipes the blood off his 
chest, and puts the new one on. He slowly turns back to the table and 
takes a sip from his mug, then collects himself. "Ok, so vamp nest 
all pretty standard, we don't have Gunn, so we're short a man."
 
"Short two," Wes says.  "I have to get back to Illyria."  
 
Angel stares at Wes like he has grown another head. "No. No way, 
Wesley, I need you. I don't give a shit what she needs-- lock her up 
in a room-- but you're going."
 
"She won't *stay* locked in a room, Angel.  She needs supervision and 
I'm the only one she'll tolerate around her for any period of time."  
 
Angel growls but spreads his arms out wide, then looks at 
Lorne. "Fine, fine. How about you?  Stupid question I know but this 
is me desperate here."
 
"I'm a lover, not a fighter.  If you want someone to come along and 
scream in terror and run, I'm there," Lorne says. 

Spike chuckles.  "Hey, Angel, I know this is a radical concept, but 
you could take me and lawyer boy here.  He's not a bad fighter."  
 
Angel's jaw ticks as if he was just waiting for Spike to say that. He 
really, really doesn't want to do this but he has no other choice. 
Nodding stiffly, he looks at Wes. "Go on then, go see to Illyria." 
Then he looks at Lorne. "You're free too." Then he looks at Spike and 
Lindsey. "Suit up and keep up.  You fall behind, I do this lone 
ranger style, which is cool with me."
 
"Let's grab some weapons and go, then," Spike says eagerly.  "Been 
dying to kick some ass anyway." 
 
Lindsey grins and gets up.  "Should be interesting.  I've never 
fought for the *good* guys before." 
 
Angel throws on his jacket, grabs his Viper keys, then picks up his 
sword and walks out of the office towards the elevator, shooting 
behind him, "I'm set, and look you're already lagging."
 
Spike and Lindsey both grab weapons and scramble to catch 
up.  "You're a right bastard, Peaches, anyone ever tell you that?"  
Spike says, chuckling. 
 
Angel pushes the elevator button once inside and looks over his 
shoulder, his eyes twinkling with a playfulness not seen since 
Angelus had free reign in this body, "And your point?"
 
"No point, just making sure you knew,"  Spike says, and then laughs.  
 
Angel turns back and laughs as the doors open and he walks towards 
the Viper. "Oh, yeah, I know, don't worry. Get in, baggage, we got 
vampires to dust." Angel pushes the button, the doors unlock, he gets 
in, starts the Viper up, and smiles when it revs up. 
 
The two of them jump in.  Lindsey is in the back seat and Spike is in 
the front passenger seat.  "Like this shiny black dick extension you 
own, Angel?"  Spike asks.  
 
Angel grins puts the car into gear and smirks when the Viper 
purrs. "Fucking right I do, haven't had so much pleasure off anything 
in a while." He chuckles, then pulls out fast.  He zooms out of the 
W&H parking garage and into the streets as they head off towards the 
destination. 
 
They arrive there soon after, and all clamber out of the Viper, 
weapons ready.  Spike falls naturally into a guard stance to the side 
of Angel, the way he used to so long ago, and Lindsey sees this and 
mirrors his actions on the other side. 
 
Angel takes a small breath at the sight, cracks his neck and squares 
his shoulders, then kicks in the door and walks in. The vampires all 
jump up and snarl and walk slowly towards them. Angel grins, readies 
his sword, and wiggles two fingers for them to bring it. And the 
fight is on.  Angel swings and lops the first vampire's to reach him 
head off.
 
Spike chuckles and moves into action, whirling and bringing his axe 
to bear, first disabling the vamp attacking him with a vicious chop 
to the knee then beheading him.  
 
Lindsey moves with surprising agility, a stake in each hand, and 
spars a bit with the vamp attacking him before hitting him with a 
spinning kick and then staking him.  
 
Angel laughs and then goes to town. Stabbing five Vampires 
surrounding him one after the other until they fall to their knees, 
he then spins in a circle and beheads each one.  A cloud of dust 
surrounds him completely for a few seconds until the dust settles and 
he notices with a bit of glee the room is empty and not a one of them 
has personal injury. 
 
Spike whistles.  "Not a bad bit of fighting there, Angel.  Very 
pretty."  
 
Lindsey nods.  "I agree.  I'm just glad I managed not to get hurt." 
 
Angel shrugs, dust off his jacket, throws the sword over his 
shoulder, and begins to walk out. "The Powers and W&H didn't pick me 
because I was pretty. Let's go.  Job done."
 
Spike and Lindsey look at each other and fall in behind him, moving 
back out and climbing into the Viper.  On the way back, Spike 
says, "What say Peaches let's stop off for a little drink?"  
 
Lindsey hmms in agreement.  "Yeah, a drink sounds good to me." 
 
Angel shifts gears and says simply. "No."
 
"C'mon, Angel, pleeeeeeeeese?"  Spike pleads.  "Just *one* little 
drink?  Just *one*?"  
 
Angel, without looking over, says again, hoping beyond all hope it 
works, "I said no."
 
"Pleeeeeeeese?  Pleeeeeese?  C'mon, one little drink won't kill you.  
Besides, if you don't I'll pout all the way back, and so will 
Lindsey."  
 
Lindsey chuckles.  "Right.  Pouting, and whining, in stereo." 
 
Angel grits his teeth and gets ready to say no--then he looks over 
and in the rear view, sighs dramatically, and he says in a put-upon 
tone, "Just one and I mean it.  Where do you want to go?"
 
Spike grins. "There's a place up a few blocks from here.  Just turn 
left at the next intersection.  It's a big warehouse-looking place."  
 
"Wonderful," Angel says in a bored tone, and turns left at the 
intersection. He sees what he thinks is the place a few minutes later 
and points. "That it?"
 
"Yep, that's it.  The Meat Market.  I go here from time to time."  
Spike says. 
 
Lindsey grins evilly but says nothing.  
 
Angel spins the wheel, pulls into the parking lot, and parks. He 
hears a few whistles over the car and grins as he gets out. "See? The 
car's an attracter. People love it." He looks up at the sign and 
snorts. "Ok, The Meat Market? Kind of a sick name for a club.  Must 
be `cause it's a warehouse-- probably what it used to be before it 
was turned into a club."
 
Spike gets out and strides along beside him.  "Something like that."  
Lindsey snickers.  They arrive and push into the club past large 
muscular bouncers, a wave of music and noise assaulting them as the 
doors open.  
 
Angel is bowed down by the smell of sex, but that's nothing new in a 
club, so he pushes through until he reaches the bar and he taps the 
bar. A built handsome boy smiles and walks to where Angel is 
waiting. "How can I help you, handsome?"
 
Angel shakes this off-- he's been hit on plenty, men and woman alike--
and just orders. "Whiskey-- oldest you have, please."
 
The bartender nods, grins, and walks to get his whiskey. He comes 
back and does everything super-slow while he pours and looks at Angel 
in what appears to be extreme awe. Angel scratches the back of his 
neck and just watches as the glass gets poured. 
 
Spike and Lindsey slide up next to Angel at the bar.  Another 
bartender comes over.  "Spike, Linds, good to see you both back.  The 
usual?   And who's your gorgeous friend?  He's going to be very 
popular."  
 
Spike and Lindsey both smile.  "Fine, Rick.  The usual, and this is 
Angel."  
 
The bartender looks over, and semi-moans, "Ohhh, Angel." 
 
Angel takes a sip of his whiskey and looks at the bartender 
oddly, "Yeah, Angel, that's my name...yep Angel." Angel turns his 
head away, a little thrown by two men at once seemingly entranced by 
him. As soon as his head is turned he catches a big burly gorgeous 
black man checking out his ass and he splutters and stands straight, 
turning around, his ass pressed against the bar. He turns his head 
and whispers to Spike and Lindsey. "Was he checking out *my* ass?"
 
Lindsey chuckles low and evilly.  "Well, it *is* a nice ass."  
 
Angel growls low. "It's *my* ass and I'm over 248 years old and no 
one checks out *my* ass and you, you little pervert quit looking at 
it from now on."
 
Lindsey laughs.  "I'd like to help you with that Angel but it's 
completely impossible to ignore an ass that nice." 
 
Spike near collapses against the bar laughing. 
 
Angel growls again and tips back the rest of his whiskey. He turns 
halfway, his ass away from the black man's view and hands his glass 
back to the bartender who fills it and says wistfully, "And you have 
the deepest, most intense brown eyes I have ever seen. They are so 
chocolate and sensuous." Angel loses his unneeded breath, turns back 
around, and looks out to the club. Suddenly the world stops as he 
takes in what he has missed from the get-go. Men, men dancing with 
other men. Men making out with other men. Men in leather chaps, silk, 
tight leather pants. Men that are not of the straight persuasion and 
Angel whimpers pitifully. He looks at Spike and Lindsey, his eyes 
growing cold, and he whispers harshly, "The *fucking* Meat Market. 
You little shits!  I'm going to kill you."
 
Spike pats Angel on the arm.  "Now, now, calm down, Angel.  Lindsey 
and I just want to dance for one number and then we'll go."  They 
both toss down the shots of Jack Daniels the bartender sets in front 
of them.  
 
Angel's skin sets ablaze with the most intense anger he swears he has 
ever experienced. He stomps on it before he what he swears will be a 
non-pleasure-induced appearance of Angelus and he just nods stiffly 
and crosses his hands over his chest and looks forward. 
 
Spike and Lindsey get up and move out to the dance floor.  They start 
dancing smoothly, gracefully, with a practiced ease that lets Angel 
know they've danced together before.  Then Spike's movements change, 
and he starts prowling around Lindsey, his movements feline, 
predatory.  Lindsey sways and rubs against Spike, shivering, his eyes 
half-closed and blissful.  Finally Spike stops behind him and puts 
one hand delicately and lightly on his chin, pulling his head back 
and exposing his neck, and wrapping the other arm around his waist.  
He starts grinding against Lindsey, and the two of them move 
together, swaying and grinding and rocking sensually as one.  
 
Angel's mouth drops to the floor. He had wondered, he had sensed but 
ignored, he had heard rumors even but he didn't believe any of it. He 
thought it was madness...Spike and Lindsey, fucking, together, 
whatever was going on. But here it is with flashing red lights before 
his eyes and he can *not* get his cock to stop hardening. He tries 
everything in his power-- yelling at himself, thinking of the sickest 
things he can-- but nothing, *nothing* will pry his eyes off this 
sight, and nothing will make his cock turn from anything but rock 
hard steel. 
 
Spike lowers his mouth to Lindsey's throat and kisses and licks and 
bites on it with blunt teeth. Lindsey moans and moves his hands back 
to rub Spike's hips, pulling them closer still.   
 
Angel swallows hard, whips back around, grabs the bottle, throws cash 
on the bar, and starts chugging. 
 
An attractive but very effeminate young man comes up and grabs 
Angel's arm.  "Oh, no, honey, you *cannot* just watch those pretty 
boys dance, you need to get out there and shake it yourself.  C'mon, 
I'll dance with you."  
 
Angel firmly plants his feet on the floor and shakes his head. "I, I 
don't dance sorry."
 
"Sure you don't, dreamboat.  That's why you're here at a dance club.  
Don't worry, I'll do all the work.  You can just stand and sway and 
look handsome."  
 
Angel swallows and tries to sound pitiful. "Flattered, I am, really, 
thanks, but I'm serious I can't dance-- came for the drinks." He 
points to the bottle. "And see?  All set."
 
The young man grabs both Angel's hands and starts tugging.  "Now 
that's just sad.  You *must* get out on this dance floor, I insist."  
 
Angel's eyes flash and he about rips this guy's arms out, but he 
firmly stomps on his emotions again and lets himself be led out. They 
conveniently are near Spike and Lindsey, and Angel swallows and prays 
to every deity that this place is so smogged down by arousal Spike 
can't pin point his. 
 
Spike and Lindsey seem pretty lost in each other, swaying and moving 
together.  Angel's hope of being undetected is shot down in flames as 
he can distinctly smell Spike's and Lindsey's arousal from where he 
stands.  The young man with him starts moving, rubbing against 
Angel.  
 
Angel curses and he only has one way out of this. He grabs the young 
man's hips, pulls him closer, and whispers, "I lied.  I can fucking 
dance. I'm just a dirty coy thing. Let's make a scene, yeah?" Then he 
starts to move his hips, grinding and moving with the music, using 
his strong fingers to knead and lead. 
 
The young man across from him gasps and lets himself be led, grinding 
back and rubbing against Angel.  It's not long after that the song is 
over, and Spike and Lindsey turn and see Angel.  Both their eyes 
glitter with amusement.  
 
Angel lets the kid go, runs his hands through his hair, and says to 
him loudly, "You're something else kid.  Maybe consider modeling? I 
have a friend who could help you." Angel digs a card out of his 
pocket, hands it to the kid, and rubs his cheek.  "His name's Lorne.  
He works in the Entertainment division.  Give him a call, tell him I 
sent you." Then he turns, looking at Spike and Lindsey with a blank 
expression. "Well, you got one drink and one dance.  Let's go."
 
They both grin.  "Right you are, Peaches," Spike says, smirking, and 
they turn to go out, walking in front of him so he can see their 
asses displayed in their tight pants, leather and jeans 
respectively.  
 
Angel growls, walks around and in front of them, storms out, and 
pushes the button, unlocking the Viper and gets in, slamming the door 
then revving up the Viper. 
 
The two of them climb in, both in the back seat this time.  Angel 
tilts the rear view so he doesn't have to see them and says as calmly 
as he can muster, "I'm taking you two home.  Spike, I know where you 
live. Lindsey, where do you want to go?"
 
Lindsey grins.  "Spike's."  And then there is a moan from the back 
seat, coming from Spike.  
 
Angel grips the steering wheel hard and grits out between his 
teeth. "Fine. But let's get this straight-- this car is worth more 
than you two, and I won't have you getting your fluids all over my 
backseat, so cork it til I get you two to Spike's.  Got it?"
 
"No fluids.  Check.  Gotcha, boss," Lindsey says.  "You don't object 
to a little necking, though, right?" 
 
Angel shudders and grips the steering wheel harder, the leather 
actually creaking. "No...necking...no...anything...just be good 
little boys. Scratch that-- just be good until I get you there."
 
"Yes, *Angel*, " Spike says, his voice a silky soft caress as he says 
Angel's name.  "We'll be good." 
 
Angel nods, slams the car into gear, and zooms out of the parking 
lot. He is determined now to prove the Meat Market is demon-infested 
and close it down if it's the last thing he does. His pride and his 
now currently throbbing erection swear on it.
 
The two of them keep rubbing on each other, just a little, out of 
Angel's sight, to keep their arousal strong, knowing Angel can't help 
but smell it in this close quarters.  
 
Angel rolls the window down, letting cool air in, and slams the car 
into a higher gear, going faster. He will get these two little 
temptations out of his car quickly and with little to no fuss—that, 
or he will slam into a tree and pray he gets staked by a branch. 
 
In a short while they are at Spike's place.  Angel stops the car and 
the two of them climb out, each putting a hand on the other's ass as 
they walk off.  They stop and look back.  "See you tomorrow, Angel," 
they both say together.  
 
Angel groans and slams his head against the steering wheel. The horn 
keeps beeping loudly each time he bangs his head off it. He finally 
composes himself and without saying bye pulls out fast, leaving tire 
tracks behind. 
 
Lindsey and Spike turn to each other once they are inside.  Spike 
chuckles evilly as he pushes Lindsey up against the wall.  "Poor man 
doesn't stand a chance."
 
Lindsey chuckles back.  "So I did good?"  
 
Spike kisses Lindsey fiercely and hungrily.  "You did bloody 
marvelous.  Played your part wonderfully.  Nice mix of snark and 
temptation, like me.  He can't bloody resist it.  I think he enjoyed 
our little dance.  Gonna be rushing home to wank, I imagine, 
picturing us rubbing on each other like that."  
 
Lindsey's eyes glow, and he sighs wistfully.  "I'd like to see that." 
 
Spike chuckles.  "And so you will.  We'll slip some money to the nice 
security camera man, who ever so conveniently manages to tape 
anything interesting like that for me when it happens."  
 
Lindsey laughs in surprise and glee.  "Why, Spike, you old perv.  
Didn't figure you for a peeping tom."  
 
Spike shrugs and laughs as well.  "Gotta take your jollies where you 
can find them, lawyer boy.  Not much in the way of jollies for me til 
you happened along."  
 
Lindsey shakes his head.  "Can't believe that, Spike.  You're too 
fucking handsome and sexy.  You can't tell me you didn't get offers." 
 
"Oh, I got offers.  Strumpets.  Cheap tarts.  Office girls looking 
for a little vampire thrill.  I have standards, Lindsey.  Last time I 
compromised them for the sake of tail I got saddled with Harmony.  
Not planning to go that route again.  Rather wank until the end of 
time.  Now you, on the other hand," he strokes Lindsey's jaw with his 
finger, "are definitely worth my time.  You are bloody quality."  
 
Lindsey almost purrs.  "I do believe that's the nicest damn thing 
you've ever said to me, Spike." 
 
Spike chuckles.  "Treasure it.  I'm in a really good mood right now, 
and feeling chatty."  
 
Lindsey laughs.  "Noted." 
 
Spike kisses Lindsey again, starting to unbutton his shirt, grinding 
his crotch against Lindsey, but his hands are gentle.  Lindsey moans 
into the kiss and reaches his hand up to stroke Spike's chest.  Spike 
pushes into Lindsey's hands as he slips Lindsey's shirt off him and 
starts tweaking and pulling on his nipples.  Spike pulls back from 
the kiss.  "Did you enjoy our little dance tonight?"  He asks as he 
pulls off his own tank.  
 
Lindsey licks his lips and nods.  "Oh, yes.  It was…hot."  
 
"The dance?  Or the fact that Angel was watching it?"  Spike unsnaps 
and starts zipping down Lindsey's jeans.  
 
Lindsey considers for a moment as Spike slides his jeans down.  He 
decides to be truthful.  "Both."  
 
Spike stands up and cups Lindsey's balls with one hand and strokes 
his cock with the other.  His eyes gleam.  "Good.  `Cause I bloody 
well feel the same."  He leans forward and licks across Lindsey's 
lips.  "I cannot wait to break through his resistance and have him 
again."  
 
For some reason this makes Lindsey even harder, thinking of Angel and 
Spike together.  Spike notices, chuckling.  "I feel the same way 
thinking about the two of you."  He takes away his hands long enough 
to peel his leather pants off and toss them away.  Spike grins and 
curls his hand around Lindsey's erect cock and pulls him along toward 
the bed, and Lindsey scampers to keep his feet under him.  
 
Spike grabs Lindsey and throws him on the bed.  "Rare treat for you 
tonight, lawyer boy, in honor of your performance today."  He climbs 
between Lindsey legs and lowers his lips to Lindsey's cock, licking 
around delicate skin of the head, little tiny kitten licks, as 
Lindsey claws his hands into the sheets and arches.  
 
Spike pulls back and slaps Lindsey's cock with his hand.  "I want to 
hear noise coming from you, boy, when I give you a treat."  Lindsey 
cries out and Spike nods.  "Better.  Are you wanting rough treatment 
tonight?  Am I being too easy on you?"  Lindsey shakes his head 
furiously.  
 
Spike purr-growls and lowers his mouth down again, this time taking 
the head into his mouth and suctioning down, pulling more and more 
into his mouth, licking terrible wicked patterns against the vein on 
the underside of his cock.  Lindsey moans.  "Oh, god, Spike, that 
mouth of yours."  Spike purrs louder, the vibrations making Lindsey's 
skin dance.  He pushes down all at once, swallowing his cock over and 
over again.  Lindsey screams wordlessly, bowing his back, beating the 
bed with his fists, and starts to cum.  Spike shifts into gameface 
and sinks his teeth into Lindsey engorged cock and Lindsey almost 
levitates off the bed, as Spike himself climaxes from tasting the 
heady mix of sex-soaked blood and cum.  He pulls back and licks the 
wounds closed as Lindsey slowly comes down and softens.  
 
"Did you *like* your treat, Lindsey?"  Spike asks.  
 
Lindsey can only manage a weak nod.  
 
Spike crawls up the bed, pulling Lindsey to him.  "Good.  Because we 
need to plan phase two.  We can't give him time to recover.  He 
*will* be ours."  
 
Lindsey smiles and curls into Spike's neck, and whispers, "Ours." 


PART 2

Spike and Lindsey walk towards the meeting, grinning.  They are 
waiting for a chance to push a little further with Angel, and they 
are both fairly humming in anticipation.  Spike is dressed like 
liquid sex again, this time in soft glove-leather pants that fit like 
a second skin and a white mesh shirt with solid material only down 
the center.  Lindsey is in tight jeans again and a muscle shirt.  
They stride into the meeting and sit down, nodding pleasantly and 
smiling at Angel.  
 
Angel's pen crushes as he is about to sign yet another form.  He 
coughs, grabs a napkin, and starts to wipe off his hands. "So what's 
next....any more forms require my John Hancock? Or is there some real 
business to attend to today?"
 
Wes blinks.  "Nothing terribly important here.  I've been studying 
Illyria and doing research but making remarkably little headway.  
Other than that exercise in frustration, not much going on." 
 
Angel nods, even though he isn't listening, and turns to Lorne. "And 
you?"
 
"Usual stuff, meetings with stars and greedy little agents and 
desperate producers.  Nothing earthshattering.  Can I head out?  
Gotta meeting to attend in a little while and I need to consult with 
Harmonica on some stuff."  
 
Wes speaks up.  "Can I be excused as well?  I really need to get back 
to Illyria." 
 
Angel sighs heavily, shuts his eyes, and nods stiffly. "Yes, that's 
all, you two can go, thank you."
 
Wes and Lorne gets up and move out of the office, leaving Angel alone 
with the two little temptations.  Lindsey's voice cuts 
through.  "Angel, there really is some serious business to attend 
to.  There's a treaty which needs your input as a signatory on behalf 
of Wolfram and Hart.  In the absence of Gunn, I've been trying to 
help by picking up the slack a bit in the legal department.  You want 
me to explain it to you?" 
 
Angel opens his eyes slowly and nods, looking down at the 
table. "Yes, if it's important, I need to know.  Show me."
 
Lindsey starts spreading out papers, standing up and bending over the 
table, starting to explain the elaborate legalese and Wolfram and 
Hart's interest and involvement in it.  While he is doing so, Spike 
is running a hand up Lindsey's leg and then onto his ass, stroking, 
while another strokes Lindsey's inner thigh.  While Angel can smell 
Lindsey and Spike both becoming aroused, Lindsey never changes tone 
or stops in his explanation.  
 
Angel tucks his finger under his collar, loosens the pressure, and 
coughs lightly, but listens to Lindsey. He can smell the arousal but 
he isn't falling for it today. He's a fucking Master Vampire-- these 
two have nothing on him.
 
Then Lindsey moves out of Spike's hands, sidling over closer to 
Angel, pulling papers over near him.  "And I want you to pay 
particular attention to these clauses," he begins, as he spouts into 
another long explanation, his body rubbing against Angel's lightly as 
he stands next to him, bending over and moving papers and talking.  
 
Angel begins to look even more involved, nodding and humming that he 
is listening.  He moves his body out of the way at least two times 
until Lindsey seems to stop moving towards and rubbing against him. 
He grins to himself, *Good, little bastards, think you're going to 
master me. I don't think so.*
 
Spike gets up then and wanders around to Angel's other side, 
seemingly interested in the documents, leaning over, his leather-
covered erection brushing Angel's upper arm.  Lindsey moves in and 
mirror's Spike's action on Angel's other arm.  
 
Angel's cock twitches and he freaks, pushes them both away from him, 
and he backs up, screaming, "Personal Space...god damn it personal 
space...ever heard of it?"
 
Outside Harmony and Lorne are talking and they hear the 
screaming.  "That sounds serious, Lorne.  We should go in and help 
him."  
 
Lorne smiles, "Why yes, you little ray of sunshine, we should." 
 
A moment passes and Harmony says, "But we're not going to, are we?" 
 
Lorne's smile widens to a grin.  "Not a chance.  That man *really* 
needs to get laid in the worst way, and those two boys are the 
perfect ones for the job."  
 
Spike and Lindsey look at each other and then back at Angel.  "We 
were just looking at the papers, Angel.  What's the problem?"  
Lindsey says calmly.  
 
Angel leans back against the window. "Not a problem.  Explain it to 
me from here then. And when you're done, I'll sign the damn thing."
 
Lindsey nods.  "Of course.  You don't really need to look at the 
papers, I suppose."  And Lindsey starts explaining again as Spike and 
Lindsey both move closer, having abandoned any pretense of the 
papers, coming up to Angel and stroking his arms, Spike purring 
lightly.  
 
Angel grabs Spike and Lindsey's arms that are touching him. "So all 
explained then? Let me sign and you two can go." Angel lets them go, 
walks up to the treaty, and bends over to sign his name as quickly as 
possible.
 
Spike and Lindsey both look at each other and grin.    They both 
check out his ass as he is bending over to sign and Spike moans 
low.  "Nice, Angel, very nice."  
 
Angel drops the pen once signed and whips back around says 
low. "Stop..*looking*..at..*my*..ass."
 
Spike chuckles.  "Not gonna.  You couldn't pay me enough to stop 
looking.  But we're going now, we're going, so you and your ass can 
be all alone."  Spike and Lindsey head towards the door.  
 
Angel follows and pushes them faster towards the door. "Yes, go be 
gone...thanks for coming, nice doing business with you, here let me 
get the door." Angel opens the door, slams the treaty into Lindsey's 
hands, and looks out, glaring at Harmony when she winks at him.
 
Illyria walks by with Wes as this is occurring.  She looks back at 
Wes.  "The vampire lusts after someone."  Then she sees Spike and 
Angel move past her.  "Ah.  Perhaps this is why I did not get to keep 
Spike as my pet." 
 
Wes, distracted, looks over.  "Did you say something, Illyria?" 
 
Illyria shrugs.  "Nothing of importance.  Hormonal acitivities among 
your friends."  
 
Wes looks confused but says nothing, walking on. 
 
Angel hears this, slams his door, and locks it. He walks to the 
windows and starts to systematically close the blinds. 
 
Spike and Lindsey notice this and grin to each other.  Spike waggles 
his eyebrows.  "Are you thinking what *I'm* thinking?" 
 
Lindsey chuckles.  "I'm thinking your friend in surveillance will be 
making a little video for you soon." 
 
Spike nods his head.  "Yes, indeed.  If we hurry, maybe we can 
arrange for a private viewing, live as it happens."  
 
They both laugh and head quickly towards the elevator.  
 
Angel starts to pace, talking to himself in almost crazy 
ramblings. "You can do this, you can...you don't have to resort to 
drastic measures. You hate them, they hate you. They just want to 
pull your chain. Yes that's it...make Angel crazy...well, you're 
talking to yourself, Angel-- go them, they won. No, no...little 
bastards walking in here, day in and day out, looking like sex on a 
stick. William knows better...no, no, don't call him that-- too 
familiar, means you were close once...never close...never 
inside...never...oh fucking HELL." 
 
Spike and Angel arrive at the surveillance office and go inside.  
Spike looks at the video operator.  "Oh, hi, Spike, just started the 
tape for you.  He's talking to himself and looks like he's about to 
blow."  
 
Spike growls.  "We know.  We want a private show."  He takes out a 
roll of bills and peels off several.  "Leave now and come back when 
we page you.  Lock the door on your way out." 
 
The video operator takes the cash and leaves.  Spike and Lindsey 
eagerly watch the monitor.  
 
Angel storms over, throwing everything off the desk.  He pants, 
looking at it, trying once more to reason with himself even though he 
starts to unbuckle his belt. "Hate them, hate them to hell and 
back...three thousand fucking eternities and you wouldn't do 
this...wouldn't who cares what you remember they were crazy demon 
infested memories. You didn't really enjoy being 
encased...in...tight...silky..." He quickly pulls his pants down 
jumping on the desk laying back. "Don't, oh don't do this...oh god 
self control, self control...tight jeans....tight leather...tight 
little asses." 
 
Spike and Lindsey look at each other.  "Oh, even better than we 
thought.  Man can't last much longer now," Lindsey says.  
 
Spike grins.  "I agree."  His cock is throbbing now, especially at 
Angel's mention of their past.  "Lindsey...pant's down, now, bend 
over the desk.  You can still watch."  
 
Lindsey grins as does as he is told.  Spike quickly works lube onto 
his cock and slides into Lindsey as they both continue to watch what 
is on the screen. 
 
Angel takes a deep unneeded breath and he grasps his cock, which is 
by now rock hard. "Do this, just do this and you'll be fine...imagine 
girls, beaches, tans, firm tight...oooohhh fuck you" Angel clenches 
his eyes shut, starting to pant as he strokes hard and fast, rushing 
towards completion as fast as he can, chanting. "Hate you, hate you, 
hate you, hate you...hate your stupid games, hate your stupid 
clothes, hate your stupid faces, hate your stupid 
eyes...FUCK..FUCK...oh god Will, Will.. Lindsey...Will, Lindsey, 
Lindsey."
 
Spike's eyes flash and both of them moan at this as Spike angles in 
faster and harder, stroking Lindsey's 
prostate.  "Ohhhhhhh....yessssss...."  Spike hisses.  "We're so close 
to getting him now...." 
 
Angel strokes harder and his back arches as he screams to a empty 
room as he cums hard. "FUCKING HATE YOU TWO SO MUCHHHHHHHH!!" 
 
Angel slumps back into the desk and he covers his face with his clean 
hand, panting hard, whimpering as he tries to remove his hand from 
his sensitive cock.
 
Both Spike and Lindsey cum not long after seeing this display, 
aroused beyond measure by the beautiful sight.  They move and start 
to pull themselves together.  "Let's watch and see what he does now," 
Spike says.  "Might be bloody time for your finale." 
 
Angel grabs some napkins, wipes his hand, and sits up, pulling 
himself together, he puts himself away, zips and buttons. Then he 
stands, looking at the mess he made when he pushed everything off the 
desk.  He rubs his eyes and pushes the call button, saying 
tiredly, "Harmony?"
 
"Yes boss?"  Harmony chirps cheerily. 
 
"I'm suddenly very tired and I'm going up to shower and go to 
bed...call off any appointments I had for the rest of the day. I'm 
unlocking my door cause I threw a broody tantrum as you like to call 
them and I need my desk rearranged ok?"
 
"Sure boss, no problem  You need anything just call."  Harmony says.  
 
Angel nods, lets the button go, unlocks his door, goes over, pushes 
his elevator button, and he steps in and rides up to wash the events 
of the last few minutes away. He won't even look down at his crotch, 
the traitorous piece of flesh that it is. 
 
Spike and Lindsey stare at each other, eyes shining.  "Finale time, 
most bloody fucking definitely, my sweet boy, " says Spike.  "You got 
everyone paid off, and you got the remote ready to go?"  
 
Lindsey nods and takes out what looks like a pager.  "All ready." 
 
Spike kisses him hard and fiercely.  "Good.  Let's page my friend the 
video operator and get out of here and after the lovely hunk of 
manhood then, shall we?"  
 
Lindsey smiles and they both break out in maniacal laughter.  It is 
only a matter of time.
 
 
 PART 3

Angel tilts his head under the hot water just trying not to think-- 
because each time he does all he thinks or all he sees is two pale, 
naked, muscular male bodies and their deep, penetrating, blue eyes. 
Then it gets worse-- he sees himself, doing his own version of 
penetrating to these boys. He groans for the thousandth time, 
slamming the water off, leaning his head back against the tile. "I 
can't let them do this to me. I can't I'm a Hero, Warrior for good. 
Champion. I can beat two little fucking blue-eyed boys. This is 
FUCKING ridiculous."
 
As Angel is showering, the elevator opens and Spike and Lindsey move 
into Angel's penthouse as quietly as possible.  Lindsey palms the 
device in his hand and they slip into Angel's bedroom and start to 
undress. They hear him shutting off the shower and then talking to 
himself.
  
Angel rubs his face, reaches over, grabs a towel from the rack, and 
wraps it around his waist, walking out.  He freezes-- he doesn't even 
speak-- he just points to the elevator, his face expressionless. 
 
They both stare back at him.  "No," Spike says.  "Not leaving until 
you've fucked us senseless."  
 
Angel's face crinkles as if he has eaten bad fruit and he waggles his 
finger at the elevator now.
 
Lindsey and Spike both stand, resolute, their hands crossed over 
their chests, their cocks rising in response to the sight and smell 
of his wet dripping body.  
 
Angel's eyes flash and he roars, "Get the FUCK out of my penthouse 
now!!"
 
They both look at each other and back at him, standing silent.  
 
Angel storms over, grabs their arms, and starts to drag them towards 
the elevator, ranting, "Fine, FINE...want to do this the hard way 
fine. I'll walk you over like two-year-olds. I have no idea what the 
fuck you two think you're playing out but you *do* not *fuck* with 
me. You will leave me alone and you will leave me alone now."
 
Lindsey squeezes the device in his hand and there is a crackle and 
all the power suddenly goes off in the penthouse.  They are plunged 
into darkness momentarily until the emergency lights flicker on, 
bathing the penthouse in a pale yellow glare.  
 
Spike purrs.  "Doesn't look like we can leave now, Angel."  
 
Lindsey drawls. "Nope.  Stuck here for a while.  Whatever shall we do 
to pass the time?" 
 
Angel growls low and grabs each of their throats, slamming them up 
against the wall, looking at them both, his eyes dangerously close to 
black. He says very carefully with as much human voice as he 
can, "What did you two do?"
 
Spike chuckles.  "Why, Peaches, what a suspicious mind you have."  He 
croaks.  
 
Lindsey, unable to talk around the hand pressed against his throat, 
just stares back with wide innocent eyes.  
 
Angel squeezes harder on Spike's throat so he can't speak. "Don't 
*fucking* saying a word Will...Spike...not a word...or I swear any 
past infliction of pain I ever brought down on you will seem like a 
fucking picnic. Now, got me? Nod if you get me."
 
Spike nods, still grinning.  
 
Angel releases their throats and gestures around the room. "Fix this. 
Fix it now and get the fuck out." Angel turns around and walks back 
towards his room. 
 
The two of them follow him.  "Sorry, Angel," Spike says, "But even if 
we did do this...which we're not admitting to, by the way...I can 
practically guarantee that there is no way to fix it for hours."
  
Angel turns around and points to the couch. "Then park your asses on 
that couch till the power comes on and then get the hell out. I'm 
going to sleep. For *some* reason I've had a stressful day." Angel 
slams his bedroom door and takes his towel off, crawling under the 
covers and burrowing. He prays to all that's holy that's all he'll 
have to deal with today.
 
He is apparently going to be disappointed, as very soon the covers 
are pulled aside and two naked wriggling bodies rub against his and 
hands go onto various intimate places.  
 
Blankets go flying and two bodies get thrown from each side of the 
bed. A panting Angel looks back and forth his body in a crouched 
ready mode. "Stay away from me."
 
Spike and Lindsey both hop back up and stalk around the bed, Spike 
purring loudly.  Then they both move in again, once again hands going 
in places they shouldn't.  
 
Angel grabs their hands semi-hard and he tosses them back again, 
saying more firmly, "Stay away from *me*. Do not *touch* me again."
 
They look at each other and then circle the bed again, pacing back 
and forth.  They do not seem discouraged.  Finally they dive back in 
again, holding on harder this time.  
 
Angel roars and rolls them over so he is looming over them and he 
holds them down by placing a hand on each of their chests. His eyes 
flicker and ebb, his voice just barely human. "That's fucking it. You 
want me, you fucking get me." And with that Angel moves his hands up 
to their hair, pulling their necks back harshly. He moves to one, 
then the other, just sniffing and licking. Animal sounds are the only 
things that escape his throat. 
 
Spike and Lindsey both whimper and whine, bodies arching and 
trembling under his touch.  Both are a little unsettled by the rapid 
change in Angel and wait to see if he will calm down before they take 
any other action. 
 
Angel keeps licking and snarling-- until he licks over Spike's mark.  
Then his chest starts to rumble slightly and his hands loosen a bit. 
He looks at it for a bit, then kisses the mark.  He lets go of their 
hair completely now to move his head up and look at them both, 
reaching his hands out to touch their faces. 
 
They both shiver and run a hand each up and down his muscular arms, 
looking at his eyes.  Spike is purring and Lindsey mewling as Angel 
touches them. 
 
Angel's eyes close briefly and Angel says softly, "You two played a 
very dangerous game. Thank god for a certain thing called a soul."
 
Spike moves his hand up to caress the side of Angel's 
face.  "Couldn't help it.  Had to...had to be with you again."  
 
Angel leans his head into Spike's hand. "Stop it, Will-- this isn't 
right and we shouldn't do this."
 
"Pleeeeeeease," Spike begs, his voice raw and hoarse.  "Need you so 
bad, wanted you so long.  Don't stop now, please, I'm begging you."  
 
Angel whimpers and looks at Lindsey. "And what about you? I'm sure 
you have something to say."
 
Lindsey nods, swallowing hard.  "I've wanted you since the first time 
I laid eyes on you.  I want you so much it's hard to breathe 
sometimes around you." 
 
Angel snorts, sits up, and rubs his face. He gestures to the bedside 
table after a few minutes. "Open that and get out the fucking bottle 
inside. It's the only thing inside, actually."
 
Spike reaches over and pulls out the bottle, handing it to Angel, 
knowing without looking what it is.  Both his and Lindsey's erections 
are standing at attention, practically bursting.  
 
Angel doesn't looks at the two of them-- just opens the bottle and 
coats a few fingers on each hand. Then he slides between them a bit 
and he whispers,  "Open your legs-- the both of you."
 
Both of them spread their legs, moaning in anticipation.  Spike 
mutters something under his breath about, "Those hands, those fucking 
fabulous hands." 
 
Angel moves his coated fingers down their thighs until he slides down 
into their creases, finding their tiny puckers. He closes his eyes 
and takes a unneeded breath and whispers, "Relax for me."
 
They both moan and relax.  Spike says, "Yes, Sire," and Lindsey 
gasps, "Yes, Angel," as they both wait for what is soon to come.  
 
Angel shudders and he pushes first one finger into each of them at 
the same time, sliding in easily with the help of the lube. He 
swallows and opens his eyes looking at them both. "All right?"
 
They both groan and look at his face, nodding.  "Bloody marvelous," 
says Spike.  Lindsey can only whimper, his face a mask of desire.  
 
Angel moves his fingers back and forth gently and easily until they 
have loosened some. Angel then pushes a second finger into them. He 
thrusts the two back and forth then side to side, stretching further 
now. Once loosened more, he pushes them up deep and rubs them against 
the tiny nub inside them. 
 
They both gasps and their cocks twitch as he hits the 
prostate.  "Fuck," Spike murmurs, and Lindsey whispers, "Shit."  
 
Angel takes a tiny hint of pleasure at this--like his own little 
revenge for the last few days. And he decides he wants more, so he 
pushes a third finger in easily and he shoves them all constantly and 
frequently against their prostates, grinning.
 
They both arch and push back against the invading fingers, their 
bodies moving in concert perfectly, like some perfectly synchronized 
acrobatic performance.  They shiver and moan and gasp until the air 
is full of their desperate, needy, happy noises.  
 
Angel hums. "Like that do you? Little needy shits with your mind 
games-- I should pull my fingers out and stake myself so you're left 
wanting.  Would be the perfect fucking revenge and I would damn well 
do it too. You've done all this just so I would touch you, fuck you 
didn't you? Tell me, tell me-- I want to hear it."
 
They both look at each other and then at him.  "Yes, Angel," they 
say.  "Yes, we did."  Spike adds, eyes glowing, "We have been very 
naughty boys." 
 
Angel shoves his fingers hard against Spike's prostate. "Shut up, 
Will-- I don't have to be gentle with you. Now there's the next 
question-- who gets to play with Daddy first hummm?  Gonna fight over 
it like cats and give me a good chuckle?"
 
Lindsey shakes his head.  "No fighting.  Spike first.  He was yours 
first."  Spike just purrs and looks at Angel, eyes pleading.  
 
Angel looks at Spike and tilts his head, amused. "Tell him everything 
then? Every little detail of our interesting little past did you?"
 
Spike sighs.  "Didn't 'ave to.  He's read the files.  W&H files are 
much more complete than Watcher files.  You'd be amazed what's in 
there." 
 
Angel pulls out his fingers form both of them and hums. "Oh, really?  
Well, I'll take a little gander later, see what I can see then. Will, 
move to the center of the bed." Angel moves back so Spike can move 
where requested. 
 
Spike moves over to the center of the bed, squirming into position as 
Lindsey scoots over. He looks up with huge blue eyes.   
 
Angel leans over and strokes Spike's face with one hand while moving 
Spike's legs around his waist carefully with the other. "Still mine 
then?"
 
Spike nods, moaning as he hooks his ankles behind the small of 
Angel's back.  "Still yours.  Always yours."  
 
"Good to know.  Now hold on, Daddy's a bit excited--too much teasing 
the last few days from little blue-eyed temptations." And with that, 
Angel thrusts home easily into Spike, stilling only to let him 
adjust, then leaning over kissing Spike passionately as he pulls back 
and starts to thrust hard and deep. 
 
Spike moans and thrusts back hard, pulling himself as tightly as he 
can against Angel, wanting him deeper and deeper still.  Lindsey 
watches in awe as the two vampires bring their strength and speed to 
bear on each other as their bodies collide. 
 
Angel grabs Spike's hands and threads them with his over Spike's 
head, and he starts to pummel faster, looking into his eyes. "Look at 
me, look at me, baby boy."
 
Spike fastens his eyes on Angel, his crystal blue ones gazing into 
Angel's chocolate brown orbs.  "Oh, fuck, yes, Sire," he moans.  "I 
am your baby boy."  He wriggles just a bit feeling the deliciousness 
of being pinned by Angel's strong arms.  
 
Angel flexes his fingers in Spike's, moaning and tipping his hips, 
and he goes deeper still. "Fuck, fuck yes, yes, you are my beautiful 
boy, my beautiful precious boy."
 
Spike moans and cries out, "My Sire, my God...so close now, so 
fucking bloody close..."  
 
Angel moves his mouth to Spike's ear and whispers, "Then cum, cum for 
me Will."
 
Spike is moved deeply, shedding one tiny tear of joy as he hears 
those words again after so long, and he cums, explosively, his whole 
body spasming and bucking hard against Angel.  
 
Angel grips Spike's fingers hard and cums hard and deep into Spike. 
He pants harshly, even though he does not need to. He lays his head 
down on Spike's shoulder as he slips out, then he rolls onto his back 
looking at Lindsey. "Flip on your stomach, little Texan. Won't take 
me but a minute, then you're up."
 
Spike scoots over, eyes closed, face blissful, as if he is afraid 
that this will all disappear if he opens his eyes.  Lindsey chuckles 
and moans all at once, rolling over onto his stomach and resting his 
head on his crossed arms.  "Ready when you are, Angel," he drawls.  
 
Angel sits up moves behind Lindsey and smacks his ass once hard as he 
spreads his thighs wider. "Don't be a smartass, you little blue-eyed 
Texan whore, or no Angel goodness for you.  Lift your ass now for me--
all pretty like."
 
Lindsey yelps as the smack hits his ass but he quickly raises it up, 
certainly not wanting to miss out on the Angel goodness.  Spike rolls 
over on his side and opens his eyes, still dilated with pleasure, to 
watch his sweet little Texan boy get violated by the monster cock he 
had craved for so long.  
 
Angel rubs over the red heated spot where he smacked, and brings his 
cock up, starting to rub up and down Lindsey's crease, teasing him. 
 
Lindsey whines, and pushes back a little, trying to capture Angel's 
cock.  Spike smiles, knowing what is coming but making to attempt to 
warn Lindsey.  
 
Angel rubs down the crease and says softly. "What's the matter, 
Lindsey, want something?"
 
Lindsey whimpers.  "Yes, please...please fuck me, Angel, please let 
me have that massive cock in my ass." 
 
Angel smiles, looks at Spike, and mouths, 'He's a quick learner'. 
Then he pushes a bit against Lindsey's hole, just barely pushing 
through. "You can do better, Lindsey-- if you really wanted me as 
long as you say you have, then I know you can do better. Come on."
 
"Oh god Angel pleeeeeeeeeease, fucking please!  I've wanted you so 
fucking badly.  I worship you, I worship your cock, please, please, 
I'm begging you to please fuck me!"  Lindsey pleads.  
 
Angel smiles and pushes inside, finally all the way seating himself, 
as he rubs Lindsey's lower back, waiting for him to adjust. "Happy 
now we're halfway there?"
 
Lindsey moans and quivers.  "So fucking big, so wonderful, I'm 
impaled... please, can't wait to feel you pumping in and out of me, 
it will be heaven on earth for me, please."  
 
Angel whispers, "Shh, Spikes right there.  I know he's been fucking 
you. You don't want him to hear your very naughty betrayal already, 
do ya? Jeez, and before I even moved a teeny," Angel moves back a 
tad. "tiny," a bit more, "bit." Then once fully pulled back, Angel 
thrusts back in deeply. 
 
Lindsey moans and bucks against Angel, pushing back hard.  Spike 
chuckles.  "Oh, no, I was expecting him to like your cock better than 
mine.  Everyone does," he sighs.  "It's my curse."  
 
Angel lifts a brow. "Sometimes I wonder who has the curse more, Will, 
you or I." *Angel looks back to Lindsey, grips his hips, and angles 
and thrusts back in, hitting Lindsey's prostate now with every deep 
and hard thrust inside him. 
 
Lindsey cries out and keeps pushing back, trying to pull Angel deeper 
and harder into him.  "Oh fuck god shit damn fucking goooood ohgod 
ohgod ohgod ohgod!" 
 
Angel bites his lips.  He can't even bring himself to say his cliched 
response to that this time around.  Instead he pulls Lindsey back on 
him now as he pushes forward, pummeling Lindsey so fast and hard with 
the tiny bit of Vampire strength he is using. 
 
Lindsey starts screaming, "CLOSE! GONNA CUM! FUCK!" 
 
Angel looks at Spike, raises an amused brow, and mouths `Should I?'
 
Spike raises an eyebrow, grins, and mouths back, `Make him beg.'

Angel chuckles silently and looks back at Lindsey, leaning over to 
his ear and whispers, "Beg me."
 
Lindsey whimpers and wails but he starts begging, "Oh please master 
oh fuck oh please please please let me cum I'll be a good boy I'll do 
anything oh please fuck just let me cum now please!" 
 
Angel looks back at Spike and mouths, `Ooooh that was nice.' Then he 
leans back to Lindsey's ear and whispers, "Cum then, cum now for me, 
come on."
 
Lindsey cums hard against the sheets, his whole body trembling and 
quivering as spasming as he does so, his muscles clamping down and 
milking Angel's cock.  
 
Angel groans loudly, digging his fingers into Lindsey's hips, cumming 
into him. His legs give out and he pulls out quickly and falls to the 
middle of the bed. 
 
The two of them curl up to either side of him, Spike purring, and 
nestle in against his body.  Spike and Lindsey link hands with each 
other across Angel's chest.  
 
Angel yawns and says tiredly, before he puts his arms around them and 
passes out, "You two leave in the morning. I mean it.  In the 
morning."
 
They both look wickedly at each other and their eyes gleam, as they 
both know perfectly well they have ideas to distract him come the 
morning.   They sigh happily and settle down to sleep, happy and 
sated in Angel's arms.

The temptation of Angel was complete. 
 

THE END