Title: By the Rivers Dark Part 2

Author: Crimsonsenya

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Spike/Connor, Connor/Spike/Lindsey, Angel/Lindsey; Wesley/Illyria, Angel/Wesley & Angel/Nina implied,

Genre: FPS, darkish angst, slash & some het

Warnings: m/m sex, semi non-con, this chapter voyeurism, kind of.

Summary: Angel and Lindsey, they share a common trait.

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And he cut my lip

And he cut my heart.

So I could not drink

From the river dark.

And he covered me,

And I saw within,

My lawless heart

And my wedding ring,

I did not know

And I could not see

Who was waiting there,

Who was hunting me.

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Some nights, Angel followed his children, even if he had to do it from afar, because their sense of smell was too accurate. He observed their fighting in the alleys from the rooftops of warehouses and ramshackle apartment buildings. Connor’s ability to improvise was impeccable, and his technique had clearly improved from the time before the mind-wipe, after months of training with Spike.

“And who taught William the Bloody everything about fists 'n' fangs?” Sarcasm fit Angel like a well-worn glove. He realized that the snarling and distracting of the opponent was pure Spike, but the twisting ‘n’ snapping of the neck trick was Angel style. Connor’s sheer relish in killing turned afterwards into lust; he and Spike struggled to get each other’s clothes off, before falling to bed, if they didn’t just get on with it already on the alley outside.

Angel had his own set of keys to Spike’s flat, but he only used them, when he came alone. He entered silently and watched them naked in the bed. The slow, gentle licking and stroking could segue in an instant to biting and passionate wrestling. They had sex like two equals, and they enjoyed themselves by making the other squirm. Sometimes, Angel saw them so entangled it was impossible to tell were one begin and the other ended. The bedroom distilled of musk, tobacco, Connor’s salty sweat and the arousing smell of cum. Usually, Angel got such a bad hard-on he had to put his face under ice cold water in the bathroom, and only then, they noticed his presence. After drying his face and combing his hair through his fingers, Angel went to the living room and watched hockey on TV, waiting for his son and his grandchilde to finish off. Later Connor came in wearing only a pair of boxers, looking at him defiantly, and they watched the end of the game together in deep silence.

After the first time Connor had been quite appalled.

“Did my dad just watch us? Isn’t that like really gross and perverse?” he asked Spike, who didn’t even bother to lift his eyebrow.

“We’re vampires. Watching our children having sex isn’t such a big deal.”

“Oh! And how about getting off on it?”

“Don’t fret, Little Prince. It only means he’s not happy with the Dog girl.” The conversation amused Spike, but he efficiently distracted Connor’s thoughts by nibbling his bite mark on Connor’s neck, which made Connor shiver with pleasure and rub his hip against Spike’s cock.

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Connor and Spike sat on the back of Angel’s Chrysler.

“How are you, Spike?” Nina greeted, as sunny as ever, “You must be Connor? Hi, I’m Nina.” She stretched her hand to Angel’s son, and Connor squeezed back.

“Yes. Nice to meet you.” Connor bent back, put his hand on Spike’s thigh and looked out the window. He hadn’t exactly been bouncing of excitement over the idea of going out with his father and his girlfriend, but as usual, Spike had somehow managed to convince him they might have fun. Sometimes, when they went to the beach by night, or when they went to kill some die-hard demons together, his father stopped the brooding and showed a completely different side of him, a funnier, more loosened up side. Those times Connor forgot for a moment their history and let himself be a normal young man having a good time with his family. These happy memories were real and true, but they alone couldn’t mend the broken trust and ties between him and his father.

To get anywhere with Angel, Connor and him would have needed to face each other and, actually, talk. But neither one of them was famous for dealing their issues by talking. It was so easy to open up to Spike, but just the simple thought of approaching his father created the mental picture of an impenetrable brick wall between them, and Connor was actually afraid of opening wounds that had finally started to scar. He didn’t want to stir up the tricky status quo he had reached, thanks to Spike, for something that was most likely impossible to achieve –a mutually loving and equally confidential relationship with his real Dad. Perhaps someday, there would be hope, if the peaceful moments outweighed the ones when Angel was being an overprotective, unwavering control freak with a suspicious tendency to fill his son’s life with lies.

“So, you two are gay. I mean you’re a couple?” Nina’s question interrupted Connor’s train of thoughts.

“In fact, we go both ways.” Spike curved his lips. “That means you’ll better be careful, pet, and Angel too.”

“Spike!” Angel’s voice raised a notch, but it was only noticeable for the other vampire. He also glared warningly at the rear mirror. “If you’re up to something, I will drop you off right now.” Angel made an effort to make it sound like a joke.

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“Tell me about him.” Connor required, as he lay on the bed, his head resting on Spike’s chest, while smoking a cigarette. It was Connor’s second favourite place to be, the first being wrapped around the vampire.

“Your Angel Daddy and Mr MacDonald have a history of struggle for who’s the top dog. He worked as a lawyer at W&H when Peaches first came to L.A. Later, Lindsey became head of the Special ops department and kind of an arch nemesis to your dad, and therefore, the pouf ended up cutting his hand off. The lawyer boy was involved in bringing Darla back, and at some point he had a crush on your mommy. After various other incidents, like Darla getting sired again, Lindsey had to flee the wrath of the senior partners. Last year, he came back and gave his best shot at trying to mess with Peaches’ head and make him doubt his mission by luring me into the champion track. But Angel sent him to hell after a little rendez-vous with a failsafe at the W&H basement, and now the guy is back again. I bet the soddin’ liaison has something to do with it.”

“Is there anything more, between dad and him? He’s quite hot, isn’t he?” Connor rolled on his stomach to face him. He had caught a vibe between Lindsey and Spike too, even if Connor had sensed Lindsey’s fierce arousal at the sight of him.

“Knowing the pouf I’d say yes. Whether souled or no, for a vampire enemies and objects of lust belong to the same category, as do sex and violence, and Lindsey definitely oozes with the kind of sex appeal your daddy likes. ”

“And what’s that?”

“Power, self-assurance –for him to beat down.”

“They’ve had sex?”

“I’d say Peaches has taken him a few times, all harsh and rough, and the lawyer boy has lusted after him from the moment they first met,” Spike snorted.

“You’re incredibly cynical about your grandpa, aren’t you?” Connor smiled and traced his thumb on Spike’s bare chest. After a short silence, he continued, turning his head to look at Spike in the eyes

“Did you have sex with him?” He knew Spike would tell him the truth, but he just liked to see the sincerity in his eyes.

“And have sex with your Daddy at the same time? Not that I wouldn’t have loved to slam the cowboy against a wall a few times, but Angel would have had me hanging from the meat hooks! He must have smelled Lindsey on me though. I don’t believe Peaches was surprised to see him again.”

“I think I want him too.” Connor turned to his back again. Spike slid his hand down Connor’s smooth skin and slipped his fingers under the waistband of Connor’s army slacks.

“Of course you do. Lindsey gets all wired up by the childer of Aurelius, and we are drawn to him too. That bloody self-control is one hell of an aphrodisiac…”

“I’m not a childe of Aurelius.” Connor interrupted, his lips pouted.

“But, yes, you are, little brother. Let me see: beautiful, check, astute, check, cruel, check, horny, check, mad, check, hot as hell…” Connor’s wet mouth cut him off.

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His curiosity had definitely been awakened, but Lindsey didn’t want to tell Eve about his encounter of the third kind with Angel’s boys. He also hired a private investigator with the excuse of keeping an eye on Spike’s flat to gather information he could use against Angel.

Connor and Spike led a pretty irregular life, except for the fact that they came home always before dawn. They hung out in various places, but after a few weeks, Lindsey had reconstructed a certain pattern of the joints they most frequently visited. Eve had recently been extra-perky: the Senior Partners were obviously pleased with Eve’s work. Apparently, Angel had been the whole spring low on morals. “Perhaps his boys have something to do with it?” Lindsey thought. Thus, when he took the habit of making a round through the bars Spike and Connor had been seen, he could blame it all on her. Finally, one night he hit the jackpot.

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Angel let the water sluice on him in the shower. His hands braced against the tile wall, and eyes closed, he pondered on the best way to break up with the lovely werewolf, lovely being the operative word. He couldn’t do lovely; he wasn’t lovely, his women had never been lovely –or his men, for that matter. In bed he was the more skilled one, the one in control. He liked it, but sometimes, he tried to imagine how the things could be different. In the mornings, when Nina had finally been exhausted from the classy, sweet-honey lovemaking and the half dozen semi-naughty tricks Angel could pull out any time necessary, Angel lay on his side of the bed awake, staring at the ceiling, utterly dissatisfied. If only he could have tossed her on her stomach, shoved himself in her tightness and ground her, until she screamed for mercy, before sinking his teeth on her neck, maybe, he wouldn’t still have had an aching desire to get release after having sex for three hours.

Was Wesley this disappointed every time he took a shower alone? Or did he have a naked Illyria standing at the doorway, monitoring his every move? Did he claim the ancient demon goddess every night in his bed? Was that the reason he held all that power over her? All those years back Wesley had wanted him. Angel could smell his arousal every time he entered the room. He had played with the Ex-Watcher, but only a little; a long, ambiguous look every now and then, a lingering hand after helping Wesley to stand up from the ground, occasional brushing of hands or thighs. Fear and arousal were the sweetest scents in Angel’s nostrils, and Wesley had reeked of the latter, but always emitted a slight hint of the first too.

Wesley knew he had done Lindsey; the two men had walked on each other once outside Angel’s apartment, when the lawyer had stayed overnight. Wesley never commented on the encounter, but Angel believed that both Lindsey and Wesley knew their shared interest on him. “Wesley must have hated him not just for the sake of fighting the evil.” It was something he shouldn’t have done to his loyal partner, maybe he even was the major reason of his and Wesley’s alienation, but it was one more sad thought to be put in a box, just to be discarded in the dusty attic.

Soon after they met for the first time, Angel had taken Lindsey on his training room. He had held the man’s hands back and fucked him until Lindsey’s pain and lust had climaxed into a blasting orgasm. Then Angel had spilled his cum inside him and gone to take a shower without even glancing at the man, perfectly aware of the enthralled eyes, burning on his naked back, butt cheeks, thighs and still hard cock. The next time they met, the business Lindsey didn’t even flinch under Angel’s inscrutable gaze. He wanted his men that way, all defiant and tough from the outside, but in the end so easily yielding under his harsh touch. The water had turned lukewarm, and Angel brushed his hand across his chest and nipples. Being alone in the shower was just pathetic. It gave him too much time to hate himself.

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Spike snagged an onion blossom from the plate.

“I watched once a documentary about a bus trip through the continent. This one fellow didn’t want to eat anything ‘till Vegas, ‘cause he thought the food at the road diners sucked,” he told to the grim party that sat with him at the table. “Then there were two halfwits who confessed in front of the cameras they had knocked off a bank. Connor, you want some?” Connor forked one and chewed the greasy dish absent-mindedly. Hanging out with Dad and his girlfriend had been the lamest idea ever. After Spike finished his plate, they left for the pub Angel had chosen.

Connor and Spike had been there various times. The place was quite classy with a dark-blue and silver decoration inspired by and tuned in with a huge print of Van Gogh’s painting Starry Night over Seine, which hang on the wall in a high tech chrome frame. The clients were mostly businessmen and other white-collar employees, who wanted to relax over a drink after work. Even if Spike and Connor differed from the rest, they always got their drinks delivered first, because the bartender had a serious crush on Spike.

“Your Daddy loves the 70s and 80s disco classics and funk. That’s why he wants to come’re.” Spike whispered to Connor’s ear.

Connor rolled the beer bottle between his hands. Spike had his prince charming mood on. He discussed with Nina about her studies, as if it had been the most fascinating topic in the world. On the other hand, his Dad’s mood seemed to incline from brood to gloom. When Dr Hook’s Sexy Eyes’ first notes hit the air Connor interrupted the conversation.

“Angel, you should dance with Nina.” Spike leaned back and stretched his arm on Connor’s shoulders.

“Yeah, Peaches, have some fun with your lady,” he grinned.

“I don’t…” Angel started, “Nina, would you like to dance?”

“I’d love to.” She took his hand led him to the dance floor. Angel shot an angry look to them behind her back. Connor glanced at Spike, and they chuckled.

“She’s a really decent chit, isn’t she?” Spike said. “And the Poofter has no idea how to treat her, hasn’t he? You like her, luv?”

“I don’t know…she furs every now and then…” Connor said, laying his hand on Spike’s denim-clad thigh, before starting to stroke the muscles beneath.

“Poor girl, she’s just going to get her heart broken.”

“What do you mean?” Connor asked surprised, eyes still fixed at the dancing couple.

“I sense it. The old ponce is way too indifferent.” A few strands had escaped from Connor’s ponytail, and Spike felt an urge to suck the soft skin below the boy’s earlobe. Connor turned his head and let his hand slide suggestively to Spike’s crotch. A coy smile lingered on his face. Spike lifted his scarred eyebrow and blinked. “Let’s take a hike, Little Prince.”

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The gay club was located in an old warehouse near the docks. “Perfect hunting grounds for vampires.” But Lindsey wasn’t the least bit intimidated. He had started to carry a stake with him years ago, after he had met Angel. It seemed that his city cowboy look appealed to the clients, because he would have gotten a date every time he went to the club. “You have nothing to offer.” He thought, shrugging the men off. Yet, he always remembered to tip the bouncer generously and give the guy his best bedroom smile. You could never know when you needed a favour from him.

The private investigator had reported him that Spike and Connor came to the club quite often, but somehow, Lindsey had kept missing them. This time Lindsey heard grunting from the nearby alley –grunting of two animals in heat. He felt oddly attracted to these sounds he had heard before, but back then the noises had been coming from his mouth and from the one who had been slamming into him, while sinking his teeth on Lindsey’s right pec. Lindsey sneaked in the shadows and peeked round the corner. The sight took him completely by surprise.

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Connors fingers reached to unbutton Spike’s jeans, while he plundered Spike’s neck with bites. He was already lowering to his knees, but Spike tucked him up against himself and pulled Connor’s shirt off. A low purr escaped from him, as he grazed Connors’s ribs and abs. He could almost taste the warmth and life beneath his skin, as if his fingertips had been connected to his sense of taste.

“We don’t want to smudge that piece of art of your pretty face, do we?” Spike said, tracing Connor’s lips with his index finger, reverently like he was something utterly precious. Connor parted his lips and suckled the finger eagerly, his eyes filled with mischief and pure lust.

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Lindsey gasped. The street lamp cast a pale glow on two agile figures. The leaner one was completely naked. The wider shouldered wore a long duster, but Lindsey could notice he didn’t have anything underneath. Their clothes lay in a heap by the wall. The vampire kept thrusting deep in Angel’s son, supporting his thigh with one hand, while stroking him with the other. The naked body of the boy bounced up and down in an ever-escalating rhythm. He was holding the metal bars of a fire escape, and at ever thrust his back slid along both smooth leather and bare skin. Lindsey ran off from the scene, back to the club. He was rock hard, but he pulled himself together, steadying his breath, before passing by the bouncer. Nobody could have noticed his bewilderment.

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The first look in the eyes, and they had instantly recognized each other. They were two of the kind, two twisted Romeos that competed for the same tempestuous Juliet –the power over fate, the power to turn the unfavourable odds of the universe into their service. He and Angel weren’t ones to surrender before anyone, except in the end, maybe each other. He made Angel less a champion, and Angel made him less an opportunist, and that was the reason why they were drawn to each other like moths to the flame. Lindsey hadn’t had anywhere else to go but to him when he had wanted to save those kids, and the son of a bitch had known it.

Sometimes, their lethal game of domination had made Lindsey sick, but, always, it had made him hot. His moment of triumph had been when Angel had laid flat on the floor of that cheap hotel, despaired and broken over Darla’s turning and his own helplessness that he couldn’t but receive what was shoved in him. Before that night and ever since Lindsey had been the one, who had to submit, but never had he been broken. There was a time, Lindsey had had the world at the palm of his hand, and the only person, who had ever been able to stand between Lindsey and his goal, had cut that hand off.

Lindsey had hated Angel so fervently that the hatred had burned down to a numb passion that still didn’t soothe the yearning for revenge. How long had it been since he had been taken like that? With an animalistic force and rage that was both contained and fuelled by raw need, lust and a fatal sense of inevitability. After leaving LA Lindsey had had numerous women, whose names he couldn’t remember, never men though, he simply wasn’t attracted to them. There wasn’t anyone else, who could take over Lindsey’s entire life the way Angel had done. Nobody could be compared to those he had escaped from; for the same reason Lindsey didn’t sleep with men, he had only chosen to sleep with blonde, blue-eyed women.

He ordered two shots of tequila, which he drank straight away, and then he asked for a double scotch to take with him to the table on the corner. He tried his best to avoid eye contact with anyone; yet, he had to brush off a guy who asked him to dance. “Aren’t we radiating the afterglow of shameless fornication?” Lindsey’s embarrassment had grown to annoyance, when the pair finally arrived. They were greeted by almost everyone. All dressed up again, only Connor’s messed up hair hinted that a little rough 'n' tumble might have taken place only a few minutes before. Lindsey raised his glass to his mouth. It was empty.

“Here’s plenty of room for us, luv.” Lindsey recognized the accent. A glass and full bottle of Black Label Johnnie Walker was put on the table. The boy sat languidly beside Lindsey on the couch that circled the table, and the vampire appeared next to Connor opposite to Lindsey so he couldn’t avoid seeing him. Before doing anything else, Spike combed his fingers through Connor’s dishevelled hair in a tender gesture, arranging it and tying it in a ponytail. Lindsey looked in awe as the boy lift a can of root beer to his rosy lips, lids half closed, his face in an ecstatic expression of ancient shamans, caused by the recent sex and the caress.

“How does he do that?” Lindsey wondered, “The perfect androgyny of his face, a bittersweet combination of his parents, the skilfully applied make-up that walks the thin line between excess and showiness, the vigorous body like a vibrant snake and the bulge on the front of his leather pants that promises pleasures… Every fucking guy at this club is practically bursting out of their jeans at the sight of him! And the bastard must feel all the testosterone floating around with his vampire inherited senses and he’s at complete ease. He even has Spike eating from his lap. Fuck.”

“Your glass is empty.” Connor interrupted Lindsey’s thoughts. The boy opened the Johnnie Walker and poured some amber liquor in his glass. Lindsey couldn’t help but watch again, mesmerized, as Spike lowered his mouth on Connor’s, engaging in a slow play of tongues, obviously a showy display for his discomfort. The hand of God had finally reached him, and Lindsey was being punished of all his wicked deeds! Was he supposed to endure this and maintain an unshattered face before them, to pretend this didn’t affect him, while they both could smell it did? He drank the offered liquor in one gulp and refilled the glass. Finally, Angel’s boys broke off the kiss and started to play one card stud and smoke cigarettes, unfazed, as the club had been their living room. Lindsey

couldn’t take it anymore; for the second time that night, he fled.