Title: By The Rivers Dark Part 3

Author: Crimsonsenya

Rating: NC17

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

Genre: slash & some het, darkish angst,

Warnings: m/m sex, this chapter threesome, unbetaed,

Summary: Seduction.

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By the rivers dark

I panicked on.

I belonged at last

To Babylon.

Then he struck my heart

With a deadly force,

And he said, ‘This heart:

It is not yours.’

And he gave the wind

My wedding ring;

And he circled us

With everything.

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Wesley watched at Spike’s boy, who sat on his knees by the coffee table. He was drawing. An open box of pastel chalks lay next to a bottle of Dr.Pepper, an empty candy bar wrap and a half eaten roast beef sandwich. The boy had the munchies. Illyria sat motionless at the edge of the couch, staring –without as much as blinking an eye– at the two already recognizable figures, appearing line after line on a huge white sheet of paper. The boy’s hands, that were too large compared to the thin wrists and taught arms, had outlined Spike and Illyria, holding hands on an alley. In her other hand Illyria held a long bastard sword. Spike was clutching an axe. In the picture, Illyria was wearing her body armour that she nowadays wore only during their missions, after Wesley had repeatedly explained to her the meaning of the word incognito. In their free time, she had begun to use Wesley’s clothes instead, mostly dressing up in a blue turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans.

Connor had faint shadows under his eyes and he was pale as usual, but Wesley thought he looked better this way, without make-up, definitely younger, more vulnerable, and almost naked. Wesley had asked him, why he wore it at all, and Connor had answered that all the superheroes wore a mask, or at least, they had their special suits: Batman never went to hunt criminals without his gear.

Wesley couldn’t help but wonder, what had changed the well-adjusted college student with superpowers in the anger-filled, rebellious, glam rocker look-alike. Was it meeting Spike? He didn’t think so, on the contrary, it seemed that Spike had saved Connor. Wesley had noticed how Connor lit up from the inside, whenever Spike walked in the room, and how the boy snuggled close to the vampire and wrapped his arms around him when they watched cheap daytime drama with Illyria. In his army pants, worn down tee and scruffy hair, he looked almost as peaceful as when Wesley had met him for the first time. But Wesley knew by the hard way that people changed; his own conversion had been quite impressive after all, from a helpless geek to a ruthless, determinate demon killer to a worn-down disillusioned pawn of an inter-dimensional, evil law firm. People had their reasons, and sometimes they were almost impossible to explain to others, or even to yourself.

The boy was clearly talented. With great skill, he had captivated Spike’s swagger and the stiff stillness of Illyria. Connor’s drawings reminded him of Angel. Was that the reason Spike was with the boy, the fact that Connor reminded the vampire of his grandsire? Wesley had asked Connor, if he could see more. Connor had frowned, and for a moment, he had pressed the sketchbook to his chest like it was his most precious belonging, but then the boy had relaxed and held it out to him.

“Sure. There’s nothing special in there.” Connor had made various sketches of Spike, of his face with different expressions, ecstatic, satisfied, fierce, roguish, of his profile, of his naked torso from back and front, of Spike lying in the bed on his stomach, completely uncovered, smoking a fag. If Wesley had had doubts about the nature of their relationship, he wouldn’t have had them anymore. Not that it would have surprised him. He had already noticed a bite mark on the boy’s neck. Anyhow, Wesley wasn’t one to make judgements on anyone’s sexual life… Leafing the pages further, Wesley had come up with drawings of Illyria, Illyria and Spike, and even Illyria and him. Finally, there was a drawing of Spike in gameface, and after that he saw Angel, in gameface too. Or was it Angelus? That evil, self-loving grin had unforgettably etched in Wesley’s mind. He was so startled he almost dropped the sketchbook. As far as Wesley knew, Connor had never met Spike’s true grandsire. “Artistic imagination. Spike must have told him stories.”

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The nights with Eve had simply lost their appeal to him. Lindsey wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, but he waited impatiently for the evenings when Eve was somewhere, carrying out the orders of the Senior Partners. From the private detective he had heard that Angel’s boys had started to play pool at the gay club for a few hours, every Wednesday and Thursday. Of course, he hadn’t planned to go to there. He had been walking around downtown and gotten thirsty, because a heat wave had struck LA, and the club had most conveniently been in the neighbourhood.

The bar room was half-empty. He ordered his usual bourbon, straight this time, before taking a look at room, at the pool table. They were encaged in a game against two suits. Lindsey thought he had seen the other guy somewhere. The space around the table was clear for everyone to have visual access to Connor’s butt, barely concealed by a pair of torn jeans, and his shirtless upper torso. Even Spike had undressed his duster to show off his arms that were visible in a sleeveless Sex Pistols shirt. “Spectator whores.” But to tell the truth, they actually were quite a spectacle, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them like the rest of the damn patrons.

The room was hot and filled with smoke, even if it was early. The ventilation had been broken down some hours before, the bartender had explained to him. Lindsey was sweating. The pool game ended and apparently the Angel boys had won. The other suit wanted to buy them drinks, so they all headed to the counter. Connor drank Pepsi from a tall glass, filled with ice cubes, and the bartender patted him on the cheek. “He’s some fucking mascot around here.” Lindsey was frustrated, and the frustration bothered him. “Everyone gets a piece of him.” He looked at the boy, how he rubbed his torso against Spike’s bare arm, and Lindsey remembered what an excellent cooler a vampire was in the hot Californian weather. The rubbing wasn’t meant to be erotic, but Lindsey noticed every feline move of his could have put any exotic dancer to shame. What else could be expected from the son of Angel and Darla, the seductress of the new world, from the son, who’d gotten sex education from Angelus’ grandchild? Connor noticed him and turned to whisper something on Spike’s ear. Lindsey fixed his eyes on the line of bottles at the wall behind the counter.

“Would you like to dance with me?”

Lindsey almost choked on his drink. Damn the vampire inherited sneaking skills. Connor took his glass and put it on the counter. The boy or young man, he wasn’t a boy anymore, Lindsey had to admit, took his hand and started to lead him to the dance floor.

“If you don’t know how, I’ll show you.” Connor grinned.

“Oh, cocky –like the rest of the family.” Somehow, Lindsey wasn't surprised. The song was some mediocre boy band ballad Lindsey couldn’t care less, but the pleasant friction on his crotch started to grow out of proportion, as Connor pressed the full length of his body against him, swaying his hips to the music. Lindsey could almost taste salty sweat. One hand snaked around Lindsey’s waist, and elegant fingers found their way behind his neck. Connor’s eyes were closed and his parted, moist lips almost touched him. Lindsey felt the light warm breath on his cheek and just, when he was about to lean forward to kiss the young man, the song ended, and Connor asked him abruptly.

“Do you play hearts?

“What?” Lindsey stared at the two bottomless wells of Connor’s eyes. “Are you serious?”

A Mona Lisa smile grew on Connor’s face.

“Do you play hearts? The card game?”

It was almost a surreal experience. Lindsey played first hearts and then spades for three with Angel’s granchilde and his son. Spike chain-smoked and Connor, too lazy to light a cigarette of his own, snagged couple from Spike’s mouth, until Spike lit him one before lighting his own. Lindsey kept loosing in both games, and to his relief Connor finished his third glass of Pepsi and stubbed out the butt on the ashtray.

“Let’s find some nasties to kill!” With one quick move Connor swept the cards together. When he had arranged the pack, they both headed out, Connor pulling a red shirt over his shoulders on the way. Spike stopped and turned. The lights flickered on his face.

“Aren’t you coming?”

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On the alley the vampire handed him a piece of wood.

“Aren’t you worried I might stake you?” he grinned. Spike barked.

“You could always try, cowboy. I think I wouldn’t mind. You staking me I mean, or attempting.” Lindsey stared at the tip of Spike’s tongue touching his lower lip. If he was anything like the rest of his family, he knew by heart all the things one could do with their tongue besides talking.

Connor stood a little further at the end of the alley, completely still. His back arched like a cat’s. Closer Lindsey could see his nostrils flare, when he sniffed the air.

“That way.” He pointed to left.

“He’s the best tracker in town.” Spike he hissed to Lindsey with pride in his voice.

The nestful of vampires didn’t have a chance in hell, when they stormed in the warehouse. Lindsey was astonished to see how Connor ripped their heads off with his bare hands and laughed doing it. Spike killed his in a more traditional way simply dusting them. Lindsey too staked one big and ugly fella after a short tussle. Connor jumped on Spike, smiling madly. He wrapped his legs around the vampire’s hips, and their spun together around the room, both laughing. Lindsey wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be spooked or aroused by the odd couple, so he did both, and suddenly, they stopped. Connor stood on his own feet again. He licked a path from Spike’s neck to his jaw and his lips. In his turn, the vampire shamelessly rubbed his hand against the front of Connor jeans.

“I’d like some tequila,” Connor said, finally pulling off.

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They bought two bottles of booze, a bag of limes and a pack of salt from the drugstore, before getting a pay-your-rent-no-questions-asked motel room. Lindsey believed he wasn’t invited to Spike’s flat, because of the Angel factor, even if they didn’t explain him the reasons. As soon as the door had been closed, Connor pulled his shirt and his Doc Martens off.

“The bed’s alright. It doesn’t creak,” he said, bumping on it.

Lindsey opened the other bottle of tequila and swallowed a long gulp, as he sat down on the armchair across the bedroom. He had a pretty good sense where this was leading and he noticed that Spike too peeled off his duster and shirt. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the vampire began to cut the limes in half on the nightstand with a blade, which had been used to slice God knows –Lindsey didn’t even dare to guess– how many demons.

Connor lay back on the duvet. Spike opened the other bottle, and Connor brushed Spike’s back with his hand. Spike turned to him, and Connor opened his mouth pointedly, and Spike obediently poured some liquor straight to his mouth. Connor liked the burning liquid sliding down his throat, but he didn’t like limes, they were for Spike’s pleasure. The tequila trick had become his favourite one night, when he had seen it happen at one of the joints they frequented. Spike made three salt stripes on his stomach, and beside them he squeezed three lines of limejuice. Connor looked at Lindsey from the corner of his eyes. The man was still sitting stupefied on the armchair, holding the opened bottle on his right hand, while combing his sandy hair with his fingers.

Connor smelled his arousal. The scent was different from his own or Spike’s. Theirs was an old wooden and earthy scent, as his was filled with grass and leaves. Connor knew he had always defined the world by scents and smell, as a true vampire, but now he wasn’t absolutely sure whether he liked Lindsey’s or not. No matter what, he was still curious. Spike licked a trail of salt from his belly, before taking a swig from the bottle. Then he licked the limejuice, and Connor felt his skin yearn for more, everywhere Spike’s tongue had touched him. Down on the street, the cars howled by. A blue neon light reflected the word dance on the wall. Spike licked and drank, before finally, moving upwards to Connor’s mouth. The sharp, titillating, combined flavour of salt, limes, and tequila filled his mouth. Connor got to drink too, when their tongues began to explore the familiar cavities.

Soon Connor was on top, the position stemmed from the simple fact of him being lighter. He held Spike’s face with his hands, thumbs on Spike’s cheeks, other fingers on the back of his neck. Spike whirled his strands round his fingers and slipped a hand under the waistband of his jeans to stroke the skin of his lower back and cheeks. Connor rocked his hips against the vampire in a slow, sensual rhythm. He felt his desire grow. Every time his hardness pressed brushed against Spike’s Connor could sense a sparkling explosion on his belly, as if touching Spike had ignited 4th of July fireworks inside him. He knew that Spike’s need for him was as consuming, and he could already see the golden flash in his eyes. Connor scratched the skin on the vampire’s neck; he felt again the frenzied urge to claim Spike, to fill the vampire with himself. Connor wanted to be reassured, that he was everything Spike needed, everything. He wanted to crawl underneath that cool smooth skin. Connor’s body ached to own, to keep…

When Connor was just about to sink his blunt teeth in Spike, a low moan from the other side of the room interrupted them. He had completely forgotten they had a man to seduce this night.

“I'm on charge tonight.” Connor whispered in Spike’s ear, before reluctantly pulling his teeth away from Spike’s neck. Damn, if Connor wasn’t going to plunder Spike later for his own sake, but now all they did was meant for Lindsey and the first thing they would do was to get rid of the extra clothes.

They stood up and swiftly stripped off their slacks, facing each other. Spike chuckled in his mind to the thought of Connor giving the cowboy a performance of his life. Lindsey’s breath quickened at the sight of the two standing naked, pale, glimmering, well-toned bodies in a dimly lit, cheap motel room. Connor sat down on the edge of the bed. He pulled Spike close and buried his face on the vampire’s crotch. Connor wanted to indulge him before moving on to the human. He thought it was fair to let Spike come first, since Connor was riding tonight, besides he knew how much Spike loved the sight of him sucking the vampire in oblivion. However, most of all, Connor simply loved Spike’s taste and coolness in his mouth, and often, he came himself at the same time. Connor was good at it too. He had had a streak of clients to practice with. The difference with giving head to Spike was the respect he held for Connor. They looked each other in the eyes, as long as the pleasure forced Spike to throw his head aback.

Lindsey had to unbutton his jeans and pull his shirt off, when Connor started the sucking, licking and scraping his teeth along Spike’s length. The vampire held one hand on Connor’s shoulder and the other was buried in the young man’s hair, while his hips pushed forward in a continuous motion. Connor’s nails dug into Spike’s butt cheeks, and he kept pulling the vampire deeper in his mouth, in what seemed to be an agonizing hunger. By the time, Spike climaxed and Connor licked cum from his lips, Lindsey’s jeans lay discarded on the floor and he couldn’t help touching himself.

Spike stretched out on the bed, as elegantly as a feline, and before Lindsey had time to realize, Connor was lubed and inside the vampire, on all his fours. No attention was paid to Lindsey, though he had realized that all this was done to turn him on, and fuck, they were successful. Connor and Spike swung slowly first, the air in the room was thick, and Lindsey felt droplets of slick sweat slide from his temples down to his neck. Connor seemed to be slick too, as he glided against Spike’s –what Lindsey could imagine– refreshingly cool back. The ventilator on the ceiling hummed quietly. For a while, the only sound heard besides it was Lindsey breathing heavily.

Connor began to grind faster into Spike, sinking his fingers on Spike’s ribs. He tried not to come, because he still wanted to torment Lindsey, whose scent of arousal overwhelmed his and Spike’s senses. But damn, if having six months of sex with Spike hadn’t taught him how to give and take maximum pleasure. Connor knew how to make the body beneath him squirm in delight, how to release all the passion it encased. The one final bone shattering thrust Connor gave, before shuddering into orgasm, made Spike come again at the same time as he. Still inside the vampire, Connor leaned forward and bit Spike hard between the shoulder blades. The vampire had done the same to him countless times, and nowadays, Connor too needed the savour of the familiar coppery taste to fill his mouth, before he could rest his head at the back of Spike’s neck and wrap his fingers around Spike’s red and black strands of hair.

When Connor’s hooded, blue eyes glared at him over Spike’s shoulder, he was sitting bare-naked in the armchair and pulsating so hard it hurt. Seeing the boy’s ecstatic face made him gulp aloud, in an vain attempt to moist his dry mouth. How could he have thought of Connor as a combination of Darla and Angel? Both in life and death, those two had been completely incapable of such desire and tenderness that their son demonstrated for Angel’s granchilde even after all Lindsey knew he had been through. In that moment, Lindsey ached to feel what Connor felt: all the innocence, love and purity, all the taking and claiming, Lindsey wanted to taste them too.

As if the two had read his mind, Connor rolled over to the other side of the bed in one languorous move. Spike turned to his side exposing his naked back to Lindsey. He supported his head with his hand and caressed Connor’s lower, back, cheeks and thighs. Connor reached for Spike’s duster on the floor and lit a cigarette.

“Are you going to sit there whole night?” Spike asked, showing his profile to Lindsey. Hesitantly, Lindsey walked to the end of the bed. Connor smoked arms folded under his chin. Lindsey wasn’t surprised that Connor didn’t even flinch, when Spike’s tongue dipped between Connor’s cheeks and carefully worked its way downwards on his thighs, and after a while, Lindsey noticed, the cool tongue was on his hardness and he moaned.

“Oh, you love when we play with you, cowboy, don’t you?” Spike’s voice was husk and seductive and Lindsey could recognize an echo of Angel in it. The vampire wrapped his strong and skilful fingers around Lindsey’s shaft, as he started teasing Lindsey’s nipple with blunt teeth. He jerked forward to Spike’s fist and he willingly parted his lips for the vampire, when Spike slid his tongue in his mouth. Soon Lindsey felt the moist of the lube and the pressure of the condom. Wasn’t it deliciously twisted that Angel’s grandchilde took care of Angel’s ex-arch nemesis having protected sex with Angel’s son? When Lindsey opened his eyes, he saw a smug smile on Spike’s face. The joke wasn’t obviously lost on him either.

Connor was on his knees and Lindsey was inside. The boy was mind-numbingly tight, slick and sweet. Lindsey gazed in a hazy, surprised awe at the thin young man under him, as the realization dawned. He was most likely the second person to penetrate this virgin-like body. Spike had snatched the cigarette from Connor’s mouth, and after licking Connor’s lips with the tip of his tongue Spike had sat at the head of the bed. His legs were crossed, and he leaned on the headboard, smirking at them like some lustful guardian angel or a horny Buddha statue. Lindsey slid in and out, as gently as he could to give Connor time to adjust, but as soon as he felt Connor relax and shiver, he increased the pace.

Connor moved his hands to Spike’s thighs and shifted to a better angle. Spike looked Lindsey straight in the eyes over Connor’s back and smiled roguishly, as he lifted Connor’s left hand to his lips. He sucked the digits, moving his tongue lavishly over the skin, and Lindsey could only imagine what it would be like to be the centre of similar attention. Lindsey smirked back to Spike, as he reached to stroke Connor. He was going to take good care of him, not just in fear of Spike most likely killing him in case something happened to Connor, but because there was something too wistful and melancholy in the fact that the same hand, that had been cut off by the father, could make the son explode from pleasure, and what about the irony of pounding into Angel’s and Darla’s son, the irony of completely controlling Angel’s most precious treasure.

“Little Prince, show the cowboy what you can.” Spike said huskily, eyes still not leaving Lindsey. Connor placed his hands on the cover and clenched around Lindsey tighter. He began to shove his taut butt back against Lindsey, who thrust as hard and fast as he could. He lost his grip on Connor, but Spike quickly slipped his hand under the boy. Soon Lindsey sensed Connor’s final tensing and release, as the waves of his orgasm shuddered his lithe body, but Lindsey didn’t slow down the pace. Spike moved behind him, and when Lindsey felt the rough grasp on his hips and Spike’s fingers penetrating him, he erupted inside Connor.

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