Author: Salustra 
E-mail: goddess_salustra@juno.com
Title: Uses  (Sequel to A Way to Pass the Night.)  
Pairing: Spike/ Lindsey 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Lindsey and Spike have a little encounter after Lindsey's 
rescue. 
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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 
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Spike wanders back into his room.  It had been a long day, talking 
and plotting and planning.  It was bloody exhausting.  Much rather 
have a good fight any day to all this endless jabbering.  He tosses 
aside the duster and is in the middle of removing his shirt before he 
registers that someone else is in the room. 
 
" `Ello Lindsey.  Last time you showed up in my room you were 
pretending to be Doyle.  So why the fuck are you here now?" 
 
Lindsey is stretched out on the couch, cat-like, and stretches 
lazily.  "Waiting here for you.  Wanted someone to talk to... and maybe 
something else." 
 
Spike snorts.  "Ya got Eve.  Why don't you go jump her bones?"  
 
Lindsey shrugs.  "She's okay.  I used her, Spike, like I fucking use 
everybody.  She's asleep, sated and happy.  I took care of her before 
I left.  And it's not like you weren't using me the last time.  You 
just didn't want to be alone.  Anyone would've suited you then." 
 
Spike chuckles bitterly.  "Got me, ya rat.  Yeah, but I was upfront 
about it.  I told you what I wanted.  You use people and pretend it's 
about something else.  So I make you a deal.  You be 100% fucking 
honest about what it is you want and why you are here and I give you 
what you want." 
 
Lindsey laughs, a short barking laugh.  "Honesty.  Fuck.  Ok, I'll 
give it a try.  I experienced something last time I just don't feel.  
I was not in control.  And not a dom/sub thing.  I can play the 
bottom with relish.  But I mean I wasn't controlling what I felt, 
what I wanted.  You bit me and it fucking changed everything.  I had 
an experience that changed me.  Made me want, made me crave.  I knew 
I would have to have it again.  That I would do whatever was needed 
to get it again.  So I'm here."  
 
Spike nods.  "Ok.  Sounds honest enough.  You want me to bite you.  
It's not as good if there's not sex.  You up for that as well?"  
 
Lindsey grins.  "Oh, yeah, `cause sex with you would be such a 
hardship."  
 
Spike chuckles.  "Smartass.  Get out of those clothes and get on the 
bed."  His eyes flash merriment and arousal all at once, and he takes 
off his T-shirt, exposing his perfect sculpted chest.  Lindsey lets 
his eyes wander over it appreciatively as he strips out of his 
clothes.  Spike bends over and takes off his boots next, turning to 
give Lindsey a nice view of his ass.  Then he wriggles out of his 
jeans, and his huge cock stands at attention, whitish-purple against 
the paleness of his stomach.  Lindsey gives a small intake of breath, 
and moves towards the bed, his own cock growing harder in 
anticipation.  
 
"No tattoos this time," Spike says.  "Too bad.  I like licking 
tattoos.  Brings back memories."  He climbs onto the bed, straddling 
Lindsey and running his hands over his chest, rubbing his nipples 
underneath his hands, then tweaking them with his fingertips into 
tiny peaks.  Lindsey moans and arches into Spike's touch. 
 
"Who had the tattoo?"  Lindsey gasps out between moans.  
 
Spike pulls hard, twisting Lindsey's nipples cruelly, making him cry 
out.  "What fucking business is it of yours?"  
 
"Honesty, remember.  Who are you using me instead of?" 
 
Spike eyes are hooded as he twists Lindsey's nipples again.  He leans 
down and starts sucking and biting Lindsey's neck with blunt 
teeth.  "You want to know?  How do I know you won't just use it 
against me?"  
 
Lindsey whimpers.  He likes the little bit of pain.  It just makes 
him harder, more needy, and reminds him of what is still to 
come.  " `Cause you won't bite me again if I fuck you over."  
 
Spike chuckles darkly.  "True enough.  Enlightened self-interest.  I 
can buy that.  Ok, Lindsey, you get your little nugget of truth.  
It's the first person I ever really loved.  You've read the files.  
You should know who I mean."  He rubs his hard cock against 
Lindsey's, slithering back and forth, writhing.  He moves his mouth 
to one nipple, sucking it into his mouth and then biting hard with 
human teeth.  
 
Lindsey arches again, keening.  "Angel.  You mean Angel."   Lindsey 
gasps out, "You still want him, don't you?"  
 
Spike's eyes flash as he bites Lindsey again, harder.  "Who fucking 
said that?" 
 
"No one.  But why the hell else are you hanging around here instead 
of reuniting with the Slayer?" 
 
Spike growls.  "Fucking annoying bastard.  I'm going to fuck you so 
hard you'll shut your nasty little mouth."  He reaches down and rubs 
lube on his cock while he continues to suck and bite on Lindsey's 
nipples.  He moves down and grasps Lindsey's lower legs, pushing up 
so his knees bend and his ass is splayed open.  Spike plunges 
forward, burying himself deeply in Lindsey's ass in one brutal 
motion.  
 
Lindsey cries out and bucks hard, bowing his back at the force and 
strength of Spike's impaling of his ass.  "Fuck!  Spike!  Didn't ask 
for this!"  
 
Spike spits out, "Bloody fucking hell you didn't...you asked for it the 
minute you walked in here and put yourself under my power.  You want 
the bite and you'll take whatever I give you to get it, won't you, 
slut?" 
 
Lindsey moans.  "Oh, god, yes, whatever you want to give me."  He 
lets his body slowly adjust to the vicious pounding, the pain slowly 
receding and giving way to pleasure.  
 
Spike is a wildman now, pistoning in and out.  Lindsey should not 
have brought up Angel, not teased him with the man he loved and could 
not have right now.  The violence is the only weapon he has to keep 
all that at bay,  and Lindsey offered himself as willing victim and 
tormentor all in one.  
 
Lindsey is riding out the wave now, his body totally given over to 
the abuse and the pleasure it brings.  He is being turned into a 
piece of raw, wanting meat and he loves it, the total surrender that 
is demanded of him.  He had underestimated Spike again, thought he 
could manipulate him as he had so many others, and here he is at 
Spike's mercy.  
 
Spike has no mercy in him now.  He slams into Lindsey's body over and 
over, driven by lust and anger and want and need and unfulfilled 
desire.  He looks at the glazed dilated eyes of Lindsey and knows he 
has enslaved the man.  "You're mine now, aren't you, lawyer boy?  My 
little plaything to do with as I will?"  He growls, his voice a husky 
sexy purr.  
 
"Yours," croaks Lindsey.  "Yes, fuck, all yours."  
 
"You'd crawl to me for my cock, beg me to take you, to hurt you, to 
make you cum." 
 
"Yes, damnit, yes I would now.  I'm your fucking slave, Spike."  
 
"I can see that.  Your cock is there, about to burst, weeping, 
wanting, and still you don't bloody well cum.  You're waiting for me 
to tell you, aren't you?"  
 
"Yes," Lindsey whines.  "Yes, I am."  He hadn't quite realized it 
until Spike said it, but he is.  He is waiting for the blonde demon 
possessing him to say the words that will release him.  
 
Spike's eyes flash golden.  "Then cum for me, my little Texan 
slave."  
 
Lindsey explodes then, his cock shooting cum all over his stomach as 
Spike keeps tearing into him, pure raw animal.  Spike howls, then, a 
feral scream, and cums into  Lindsey's grasping ass,  filling him 
with cool seed.  He bucks hard, shaking and shuddering and gripping 
hard on Lindsey as he climaxes.  
 
He takes little time to recover, pulling out of Lindsey and lowering 
his legs.  He drops his head to Lindsey's thigh, shifting into 
gameface.  
 
"Now," he says.  "Beg me, sweet little whore.  Beg me for what you 
desire." 
 
"Please, please, god fuck please, bite me, Spike.  Bite me, please.  
I need it so damn bad, please."  His whole body is screaming with 
need, tense and taut and waiting for the ultimate release.  
 
Spike smiles and lowers his mouth, scraping his fangs lightly over 
the skin, darting out his tongue to lap up the blood that oozes from 
the tiny superficial cuts.  "What will you do for it, lawyer boy?" 
 
"Anything, god, anything," Lindsey pleads desperately.  
 
Spike purr-growls then and slices into Lindsey with those sharp 
fangs, sucking in his rich sex-soaked blood.  Spike cums again, drunk 
on the nectar of his hapless victim.  
 
Lindsey convulses, his cock hardening and spasming again in spite of 
itself.  It is pleasure beyond imagining, and his head and body are 
flooded with it.  He is utterly given over to the sensation, his 
whole being carried off in bliss.  
 
Spike drinks slowly, as much as he dares, and then stops, reluctantly 
pulling out his fangs and licking the wounds closed.  "You may want 
to go to medical and get a transfusion, lawyer boy.  I took a lot and 
you'll need it back for tomorrow night."  
 
"T-t-tomorrow night?"  Lindsey stutters out.  "What's tomorrow 
night?"  
 
Spike eyes still shine golden.  "You'll come back and crawl to me, of 
course." 
 
Lindsey nods.  "Yes.  I will."  He would, too.  He was Spike's 
plaything now.  For the first time in his life, he was not in 
control.  
 
Spike purrs happily.  He stretches out beside him.  "You will stay 
here tonight.  Keep me warm while I sleep."  It was a statement, not 
a question, and Lindsey didn't bother to answer, just moves forward 
and molds his body to that of the blonde vampire.   Spike throws a 
possessive arm over him and pulls him even tighter, then nuzzles into 
Lindsey's neck.  "Mine," he whispers.  
 
"Yours," Lindsey answers.  They are just using each other, he knows.  
But right now it is enough.  For both of them.  

THE END