Title: Hand of Glory Author: Penemuel Posted: 5/22/01 Archive: Sure, just let me know where if other than list archive Part: 3/? (Work in Progress) Pairing: Angel/Lindsey Rating: NC-17 Warnings: language, vampire sex Notes: I try to be consistent -- I might slip up, though. *words* are emphasised, _words_ are thoughts. Summary: Angel/Buffy crossover alternate universe. The first part was written in February, but I figure I'd better start posting *before* they aired Dead End, before someone says I stole ideas... Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just playing with them for a while and will give them back when done. They might be a little sticky, though. Hand of Glory by Penemuel Part 2 Lindsey looked up at Angel and whispered, "Cursed..." Cordelia walked over to one of the chairs in the room and sat down, then frowned thoughtfully and asked, "What do we do now?" "We could incinerate it," Angel suggested, knowing that Lindsey would never agree with him. "No, I-- shit," Lindsey muttered, "I kind of need it..." "We'll have to remove the curse," Wesley said softly, still feeling very self-conscious being in the room with his employer and the lawyer. Once he realized that Angel hadn't been murdering Lindsey, he suspected he knew what had been going on. He really wasn't sure how he felt about it -- but he was aware of the fact that most vampires actually were bisexual. The vampiric act of feeding could be very erotic, between the endorphin rush and the actual penetration of the fangs -- it didn't make sense to cut out half of their food source just because they happened to be the same sex... But still, this was Lindsey, one of their enemies... And he had come to them for help... "I don't remember what happened," Lindsey said softly. "After the Raising, Holland brought me to get it treated -- I remember the doctor unwrapping the bandages; I remember it starting to bleed again and I felt really weak... They gave me something to put me out, and then he must have done the surgery to close it properly... "When I woke up, Holland was there again. He told me they were going to get me a prosthetic, and he had all the medical brochures for me to look through -- he told me it would take a couple of weeks for them to get exactly the right one once I picked what kind I wanted... I was so out of it on pain medication at that point that I never thought about it, but it would have been close to the dark of the moon..." "Perfect time for a curse," Wesley said quietly. "Lindsey," Cordelia said, blinking in surprise when all three men turned to look at her. "You keep talking about Holland -- he's your boss, right?" Lindsey nodded uncomfortably, then she continued, "He's why you ran, isn't he; not the demons themselves but him..." "Cordy, that's not--" "No, she's right. The demons are bad, but I just can't deal with Holland anymore. He's-- I can't-- He scares the hell out of me..." "That's okay, Lindsey," Angel said softly, gently squeezing his shoulder. "I'm not surprised -- from everything I've seen, Holland Manners is a sorceror who gets most of his ability from demons. He may as well *be* a demon at this point. He's as evil as they come, and he's pretty damned powerful..." "So, if he cursed the hand, how are *we* going to be able to break the curse?" Cordelia asked. Angel looked up at Wesley, found the ex-Watcher already looking at him. Simultaneously, they both said, "I think I know someone we can call..." Cordelia looked at Angel, then over at Wesley, and then frowned. "Oh no, you're not going to -- tell me you're just going to call him and *she'll* stay in Sunnydale? Please -- we don't need all of *that* going on again. Besides, he's got Lawyer-Boy in his bed!" She stopped abruptly and looked back at Angel, then asked, "You're not going to go all fangy and grrr with *him*, are you? 'Cause I can't really see how that could be true happiness after being with a wo--" She stopped again under the weight of a poisonous glower from Angel, then quickly said, "Okay, I'll go get some carry-out for dinner. Everyone okay with some Thai? Good. Bye!" With that, she fled the room. "Do I want to know?" Lindsey asked softly, looking from Angel to Wesley, confusion in his eyes. "Probably not," Angel murmured. "Wes, you mind going to wait for Cordy to come back with food? I'd like a little --uh-- privacy, okay?" "What? Oh -- yes, of course. I'm sorry -- I'll just... I'll just go then, shall I?" "Yeah," Angel said, smiling slightly at Wesley's clumsy exit. Then, once the door was shut again, he turned back to Lindsey and leaned in close. "We'll get the curse dealt with, but right now I think there's something else that needs dealing with, don't you?" "You don't have to..." "No, I don't," Angel answered quietly, sitting up and stripping off his shirt, then standing and walking to the door to lock it before stripping off his trousers and briefs. He could feel Lindsey's eyes on him and met the hungry gaze as it traveled back up his body. "You really *have* been wanting me, haven't you..." He slid under the comforter, drawing Lindsey into his arms and bringing his mouth down on the young man's left nipple, nipping it sharply and then flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over it; savouring the groan that shuddered through Lindsey. When he moved to the other nipple, he licked gently at it at first, teasing it into hardness. Then he turned his head slightly and nipped, puncturing the hard nub with a fang and sucking on it to draw out the blood. Lust thundered through him, fanned by Lindsey's moans and the movements the young man made under him. He released Lindsey when the puncture closed, moving to all fours above him and moving so that they were face-to-face. "Tell me what you want, Lindsey -- this isn't going to be like it is with the clients. I refuse to be like them -- you have a say in what happens." "Anything -- anything, Angel," Lindsey moaned, reaching up with his good hand to pull Angel down onto him. "Please..." "Tell me," Angel murmured, licking his way down Lindsey's throat to his collarbone, restraining his vampiric urges with some difficulty. Lindsey was so submissive it took nearly every ounce of his strength... "I want -- I-- God! Even Holland knew it... I want your cock buried in my ass and your teeth buried in my neck... I need it..." Lindsey moaned as he spread his legs and let Angel lay between them. "Damn, Lindsey -- I hate to say something this uncharitable and risk sounding like Cordelia, but it's not that hard to see how you ended up with those additional duties..." Angel observed. He saw Lindsey's cheeks redden again, but also smelled the increase in the young man's arousal. He nipped gently at Lindsey's neck, relishing the feel of the young, vibrant body surging up against him. "Does talking dirty get you hot, whore?" "Yeah -- a bit--" Lindsey answered breathily. He pulled Angel close, sighing as the vampire's cool skin warmed slightly in contact with his own overheated body. "God -- Angel, please..." "You want me to ram my cock right up your tight little ass, don't you, slut?" Angel purred against Lindsey's ear. "I probably don't even need to grease you up..." Lindsey moaned and arched up against him, bending his knees and planting his feet on the bed. "Fuck me -- please..." he breathed, nuzzling Angel and sliding his good hand down the vampire's back to knead his muscular buttocks. "You've been waiting for this for so long, haven't you," Angel murmured, sliding one hand down between them and roughly rubbing Lindsey's erection. The young man surged up into him and groaned, the sound sending a rush of arousal through him. Lust shivered through him; need and hunger twisting his features into his vampire face. Blue eyes stared up at him, but the hunger in them overwhelmed the fear... He slid his hand back, fingering Lindsey's anus and then shoving a finger deep into him with no gentle preparation. His vampiric sense of smell told him all he needed to know -- he *would* need lube to get his cock into the lawyer's tight heat, but at the moment he was doing fine without. He began to finger-fuck Lindsey, the little moans and whimpers the young man made stoking the flames of his arousal and his vampiric hunger. "You're just a little whore, Lindsey," he murmured, leaning down to gently nip at the young man's collarbone. The gasp and sudden thrust of Lindsey's hips made it more than obvious that they should proceed. He pulled back, slid his finger out of Lindsey's ass and reached over to search in his nightstand for some lotion. Lindsey was staring up at him, his blue eyes wide with desperation and hazy with hunger, the vulnerability and submissiveness sending fire through Angel's body. And then Angel found the lotion and opened it, poured a small amount into his hand and lubricated his cock. Lindsey watched everything he did, licking his lips as Angel stroked his erection. He spread his legs further and twitched his hips to make his own aching cock bob, smiling when Angel's gaze fell on it and the vampire licked his lips. "Oh, don't worry, Lindsey, I'll bite you there, too..." Angel purred, leaning back down over him and guiding his cock to Lindsey's anus. When the head of it pressed its way inside, Lindsey gasped and then arched back, surging up into Angel's forceful penetration. It felt so good to have the vampire inside him, cool and hard, soothing the fires that raged within him. Angel's full length slid into him, his body opening to accept it eagerly. Angel began to fuck him slowly at first, each deep thrust pressing hard into his prostate and sending shivers of ecstacy through him. Angel's hands touched every part of him that he could reach, pausing to pinch erect nipples and then scratch down Lindsey's sides until the young man was panting and moaning like a wild thing. Then their eyes met and Lindsey swallowed hard, then turned his head to the right, baring his throat to Angel's hunger. The vampire leaned in and sank his fangs into Lindsey's neck, the penetration bringing a surge of arousal so sharp that Lindsey cried out -- and then Angel was sucking his blood and fucking him savagely, and all he felt was pleasure... When Angel pulled back from his throat, Lindsey whimpered. It was all Angel could do to keep himself from diving back in and draining him. He focused his attention on the tight heat surrounding him, the rhythm of his brutal strokes and Lindsey's legs wrapping tightly around him as he drove deep again and again and again-- The snarl that he let out as he came deep inside Lindsey startled the lawyer enough that he still had time to withdraw and bend down to deep-throat Lindsey's cock, then sink his fangs into the tender skin. Lindsey screamed and came, and Angel greedily swallowed both his cum and the heady, hormone-laden blood, sucking until every drop of Lindsey's cum was spent. He carefully released Lindsey's cock, licking tenderly at the closing wounds before he climbed back up in the bed to check the unconscious man's pulse. It was faster than it should be, even after mind-blowing sex, and he knew he had pushed things much further than he should. Lindsey was almost paler than he had been when Angel met him in the parking garage... He gently gathered the young man into his arms and pulled the comforter around both of them, trying to use his borrowed body heat to warm him as they lay together. He could hear Lindsey's heartbeat echoing in his own ears, realizing that he had managed to tie the two of them together more tightly than their twisted fate had already been entwined. _Damn, Angel, that was pretty dumb, letting yourself go like that,_ he berated himself, gently stroking Lindsey's sweat-dampened hair back from his face. A noise outside the door alerted him and he said, "Come in, Wesley," before the ex-Watcher even had a chance to knock. The door opened slowly and Wesley peered inside nervously. "You didn't kill him, did you?" he asked softly, seeing Lindsey's limp form cradled in Angel's arms. When Angel shook his head, he sighed softly and said, "Thank god..." He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, then said, "Er-- you've got a bit of blood--" Pausing, he motioned towards the corner of his own mouth and frowned when Angel rubbed at his mouth on the wrong side. "No, the other side..." "Sorry," Angel murmured, wiping away the blood and licking his fingers to clean them. "Uh... you heard the scream?" "Angel, the neighbors at the end of the *block* heard the scream..." "Sorry -- he was... he--" Angel trailed off, shrugging, then tried again. "He asked for it..." "Yes, well -- we'd appreciate it if from now on you'd not do that when the delivery girl is here..." "Sorry..." "He doesn't look very well..." Wesley observed, "We're not going to need to bring him to hospital, are we?" "I don't think so -- but he does need fluids and food... I'll be down in a minute, okay?" "Of course," Wesley said, turning and fleeing the room before he had to see any more -- but it was already too late. The image of Angel with his vampire face still showing slightly and his arms wrapped around a man they had called enemy until a few short hours before was now indelibly imprinted on his memory. Angel hesitantly entered the lobby, breathing in the spicy fragrances of Thai food and an interesting undertone of aroused human. He walked over to the table where the takeout containers were arranged and smiled self-consciously at Cordelia and Wesley. "Is there anything mild I can give Lindsey? Maybe some soup?" "You bit him, didn't you -- god, Angel, do we need to get you a muzzle?" Cordelia asked, frowning and gesturing up at him with a garden roll. Wesley sighed and said, "Cordelia, please..." and then checked the plastic tubs of soup. "Here, Angel, this should be mild enough for him. I was wondering, though," he asked hesitantly, "did you taste any of the venom in his blood?" "There was a trace -- it's nearly out of his system. I tasted more of it in his sweat than anything else," Angel answered softly. "His-- his sweat?" Wesley asked, his eyes going round, then narrowing as he looked up at Angel. "Ah, yes, his sweat... I'm sure we didn't really need to know that..." "Sorry... Did you make the call yet?" "Yes, but the phone was busy -- I've got to try back in a moment," Wesley answered, then frowned and added, "Have you thought about what you're doing, Angel?" "Uh..." "No, he hasn't thought, Wesley," Cordelia answered, "he's a *guy*..." "Cordy..." Angel warned, searching through the takeout containers for a spoon, then looking up at Wesley again. "Yes, I have, Wes. They'll come after him -- we'll fight them. Not much change from usual, actually." "But do you *trust* him? We thought he was going to join us before, and he turned on us -- how can you trust him this time?" "I *don't* trust him," Angel answered quietly, smiling humourlessly. "But, this time we have an advantage..." "You bit him," Wesley said with sudden realization. "You made him a vampire?" Cordelia asked, shocked. "No!" Angel answered, his mouth twisting in disgust, "I'd *never* trust him then -- he'd be Angelus' childe, not mine..." "It can make a tie between the vampire and their prey," Wesley explained, turning to meet Cordelia's dubious stare. "He'll find it harder to act against Angel." "Not that he'll do much against 'im anyway," a rough voice came from the stairs. All three of them looked up guiltily to find Lindsey leaning heavily against the railing, wrapped in a robe they recognized as one of Angel's. "Food smells good..." He smiled weakly and tried to stand on his own, then gave up and sank down to sit on the stairs. "Lindsey," Angel purred, bringing the soup and a spoon to him. "Eat this, it'll make you feel better..." "Didja do it on purpose -- to make me docile?" the lawyer asked, unable to keep the accusation out of his tone. The slight accent in his voice was more obvious now, making him sound more weary than he normally would have. "No," Angel answered softly, sitting next to him on the step. "Can we talk about it later?" He shot a glance at Wesley and Cordelia, who were both staring at them as if they had grown spikes and horns. "Sure. So, who you gonna call?" Lindsey asked with a grin, meeting Wesley's stare. As he studied the ex-Watcher, his grin slid from joking to knowing. To test his theory, he leaned into Angel's side and made himself comfortable, nearly laughing out loud as Wesley's eyes narrowed further. "Ah." "Ah?" Angel asked, missing the exchange. He opened the container and stirred the soup, then offered the spoon to Lindsey. "Here, you need to eat. I should never have taken that much..." "Oh, but it was worth it, wasn't it?" Lindsey asked, stretching out and looking at Angel with bedroom eyes. "Can we please -- I'm trying to *eat*," Cordelia complained, making a face at them. "Yes, can we please," Wesley echoed. He turned away and studied his dinner for a moment, trying to get his expression back under control. He had never expected the situation would affect him that way, and now found that he really needed to think about things. Stomping firmly on the unexpected jealousy, he looked back up and said, "We're going to call Rupert Giles. He's the one person we know who may be able to combat whatever Holland Manners can throw at us. If he doesn't *know* how to break the curse, he's got the resources to *find out* how to." "Another ex-Watcher, eh?" Lindsey asked, pausing to blow carefully on a steaming spoonful of soup. "Er-- yes, well, he's still doing the job, even without the Council's blessing," Wesley said defensively. "And if I'm not mistaken, he's got access to quite a few ancient texts folks at Wolfram and Hart would give up their first born to get their hands on," Lindsey commented after swallowing the spoonful and licking his lips. "Or maybe at least give up their hands?" Wesley asked archly. "Wes!" Angel snapped, frowning at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Oh, I don't know, Angel -- perhaps it has something to do with you sleeping with the enemy?" Wesley responded, his tone clipped and his accent even more prominent as he lost his temper. "We've got to be *insane* allowing him to stay here!" A sudden burst of adrenaline and anger gave Lindsey the strength to stand. He shoved the soup back into Angel's hands and stalked to where Wesley stood, stopping right in front of him. "Oh, yeah, you'd all have to be nuts to trust *me*. After all, it's *nothing* like trusting a vampire who's been cursed with a soul, working beside him day in and day out, just because he *says* he's trying to redeem himself." He drew in a breath and looked from Wesley to Cordelia, then continued, "Can you imagine how Angel feels, hearing the two of you carryin' on about how scum like me can never change; can never be trusted? Hell, *I'm* just a stupid human who made some bad choices because I wanted to be rich instead of dyin' poor like my daddy--" He paused and gestured back towards Angel, then continued, "*He's* a *vampire*!" Winding down, he turned away from Wesley and Cordelia, and walked back to Angel's side, then said, "Shit, Angel, don't ever slip around the two of them, 'cause they ain't gonna forgive you a second time..." He tried to stalk up the stairs, trying to return to the room, but his legs crumpled under him before he could take another step. "Fuck." "Wesley--" Angel started, torn between yelling at them all and trying to smooth things out. "Enough!" Cordelia shrieked, "I-want-to-eat-my-dinner-can-we-all-fight- later?!" All three turned startled stares towards her, stunned into silence. A moment later, Cordelia smiled and softly added, "Thank you." Subdued, Angel settled on the stairs next to Lindsey and helped him into a more comfortable position. "You should have more soup..." "Yeah, but you feed me and I'm gonna smack you," Lindsey answered tiredly, "You hold the soup and I'll handle the spoon..." Wesley gave a disgusted snort and turned his back on the two of them, focusing his attention on the food and trying to avoid Cordelia's scrutiny. After a little while he heard the sounds of Angel standing and strolling back over to the counter. He looked up to see the vampire putting the empty container into the trash bag. "I'm sorry, Angel," he murmured, staring at his curry. "Lindsey needs to rest; I'm going upstairs unless there's something we need to do tonight. If Gunn comes by, or -- Cordy, if anything should happen to-- you know -- let me know. But please, knock first. Wes, if you get through to Giles, I need to talk with him." "Yes, of course..." Wesley answered, looking up at him for a moment before he returned his attention to his dinner. "Angel, be careful," Cordelia said quietly, glancing past him at the semi-conscious man on the stairs. "I will, Cordy, don't worry," Angel said, following her gaze. "Thanks." He turned and walked back to the stairs, scooped Lindsey up in his arms with barely any effort, and headed back to his room. "Carryin' me across the threshhold?" Lindsey whispered as they entered. "I wouldn't read too much into it," Angel answered, gently placing his burden down on the bed again. "You need to sleep -- between the demon and me, you're pretty weak..." He gently stroked Lindsey's hair back from his face and then cupped his cheek and rubbed his thumb over Lindsey's lips. "Why're you doin' this, anyway?" Lindsey whispered, staring into Angel's eyes as if he were unable to look away. "Because of what you said," Angel answered hesitantly, "you're right. I owe you at least that much. I gave Faith a chance, they gave me a chance -- it would be wrong to not give you as much..." "I'm not-- this isn't some kind of trick, Angel... I'm really scared, and you're the only one who can help me..." Lindsey whispered, feeling his eyes drifting shut and trying to fight it. "You can't imagine how humiliating it is to admit this, you know..." "I know," Angel murmured quietly, climbing into the bed next to Lindsey and gently wrapping the sleepy man in his arms. Lindsey sighed softly and settled his head on Angel's shoulder, and was asleep in moments. _God, what on earth am I doing?!_ Angel thought, gently stroking Lindsey's hair and listening to the thump of his heartbeat slowing as he slid deeper into sleep. He could feel the tension fading from Lindsey's muscles, the human's body moulding against his and an arm gradually wrapping around his waist. It felt good... The pleasure he found with Lindsey was obviously not any kind of threat as far as his curse was concerned: they would never be close enough for intimacy to bring true happiness -- at least not on his own part. He didn't know if Lindsey had fooled himself into believing that they were in love, or that Angel loved him because he didn't use or abuse him, but he'd *never* trust the lawyer completely... He really didn't even expect Lindsey to stay once they solved his problem -- *if* they solved his problem. He knew that Lindsey was proud, that having to crawl to his enemies for help rankled; he suspected that once the curse was removed, Lindsey would run. Angel smiled slightly and brushed his lips against Lindsey's. Part of him hoped the lawyer decided to stay -- it was nice having someone to share his bed with again... He started to drift off, enjoying the feel of the warm body pressed against his, until a soft knock at the door woke him. He carefully extricated himself from Lindsey's embrace and tiptoed to the door. Wordlessly, he stepped out into the hallway, then closed the door behind him and looked up at Wesley. "Yeah?" "I've got Giles on the phone -- he wants to speak with you." To be continued...