Author: Crimsonsenya
Rating: R to be on the safe side.
Pairing: Lindsey/Connor
Genre: slash with darkish undertones
Spoilers: Angel midseason5
Warnings: m/m sex
A/N: This one’s written for Natgel. UNBETAED
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et.al. I merely borrow them for non-profit purpose. The title is a famous Deep Purple song.
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Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
Your own child, screamin' wild.
(The Doors: Wild Child from the album Soft Parade)
Lindsey swept the steam away from the bathroom mirror with his hand. In the reflection, he saw a ruggedly handsome face framed with wet strands of sandy hair. At least, Lindsey could still look himself in the eyes. He hoped it meant he could still live with himself, but he wasn’t very assured.
“Great, Lindsey. It is the perfect time for soul-searching when you’re about to pound a nineteen-year-old kid through the mattress and not even for the first time, you pervert,” the little devil on his left shoulder whispered. The rune tattoos on his chest looked like dark whiplashes on his skin. As for the angel on his other shoulder… In Lindsey’s mind the line between the two of them had been blurred years ago.
He stepped out of the bathroom and was dazzled for a moment by the sight of Connor’s naked silhouette against the sunset. The young man at the balcony door was looking down at the street. “He’d survive a four floor jump easily, and he has no idea,” Lindsey gasped. God, he was graceful: the pale velvety skin, the thinness of his hips and waist, the fragile looking bones, and the complete ease at being naked. Connor had folded his arms over his chest, fists lightly clenched. (Those arms could strangle a lion, and those fists had punched through a Power That Be. Connor’s hand was as evil as his.) The Destroyer. The universe knew irony, as here Connor stood, in Lindsey’s hotel room clueless of his true nature, waiting for Lindsey to set him on fire.
Connor turned to him. A shy smile lingered on his face, when he interrupted the silence.
“The sunsets are always as powerful. I have this fear inside of me that it may never come up again.”
Lindsey shivered. Was that a fragment of Connor’s wiped memories? The long lashes covered the boy’s eyes for a second as Connor started to walk towards the bed.
“He is so much like his mother.” The thought crossed Lindsey’s mind. “And like his father. My love and my enemy all at once. My obsession.”
Ever since Eve had told him about Angel’s and Darla’s son, Lindsey had known he had to see the boy. Eve could believe as much as she liked that he was out to destroy Angel by making him doubt his mission as a champion by turning Spike into a hero too, but Lindsey had another revenge planned on his mind. It would have been a sweet fruit of revenge indeed; one that had now become more bitter than sweet.
Connor led a regular life; he went to high school, played baseball and frequented a coffee house with his best buddies. Lindsey had sat unnoticed at the closest table. When he heard their conversation about fake ID’s and getting into a certain bar, he couldn’t believe his good luck. Next Friday night, he went to talk to the boy as Connor sat alone by the counter of a smoky Irish pub. Lindsey didn’t feel guilty at all for tipping the bartender off about two underage clients to get Connor’s buddies thrown out.
“ I won’t tell anyone that you are not supposed to be here, if you have a drink with me,” Lindsey had said to his ear. First, Connor had given him that who-do-you-think-I-am look with the rolling of eyes, but it had been almost too easy to get the kid to trust him; to make him share about his life, about what he wanted to do after high school, sports, friends, his family, all the while offering him beers, and later, a couple of Scotch’s. When the pub closed, Connor had been too drunk to go home, and as he had told his parents that he’d stay at a friend’s house anyway, Lindsey invited him to his hotel room. In the morning, they had woken up their limbs tangled together, but with their clothes still on. He was amazed that Connor didn’t have a hangover, however, he had a mighty teenage morning hard-on. Lindsey had taken him in the shower with no other lubricant but the water, and he was sure the sheer roughness of the act had sent Connor off the edge faster than anything else.
That was how their sunset escapades had started. Connor told his parents that he was off to a friend’s to study after his baseball training. Instead, he climbed the stairs to the tiny flat Lindsey had rented specially for meeting him. From the sunrise to the sunset, Connor was the popular straight A high school pitcher with an environmentally aware blond girlfriend and an annoying brat sister. But, from the sunset to the midnight, Connor was his –his to own. Connor’s body would writhe under Lindsey, when he did to him all the delightfully sinful things he would do tonight too. “I’m not exactly gay,” Connor had said him afterwards. “Most of the time anyway,” he had added, when he noticed Lindsey’s amused look. Because their first fuck wasn’t sure as hell Connor’s first with another man, as it wasn’t Lindsey’s first either, though none of them had been as wickedly pleasant.
They always began with kissing. Connor’s lips were, oh, so soft and full that Lindsey absolutely had to feel them around his own hardness. Every night, he guided the Connor’s mouth down to his hips. Sometimes, he made Connor hover over him in a way that he could return the favour concurrently, and Connor came trembling into Lindsey’s mouth, all hot and sweet.
All in all, Connor let Lindsey thrust into him any way he fancied, and Lindsey enjoyed everything. He loved taking Connor like a woman, because then he was able to look at the ecstatic expression on the boy’s face, his head thrown back, eyes half-lid, silky lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks, his mouth half open as the pink tip of the tongue showed between the teeth, and the dishevelled auburn hair laid on the white pillowcase when his hips lifted to pull Lindsey deeper in.
Those were the tender times filled with salty sweat and gentle strokes, but Lindsey knew Connor preferred the harsh and rough. When Lindsey tossed him flat on the bed or on the floor, Connor’s delectable butt rocked up and down in anticipation. Lindsey handcuffed Connor’s wrists to the bars of the headboard, so he wouldn’t be able to touch Lindsey while he fucked the boy as hard as he could. His fingers tightened around Connor’s thin waist leaving red marks, and he didn’t want to recall the pain and pleasure of Angel grounding on him at a parking garage long time ago.
“This is how Darla would have felt,” he thought instead.
The only thing Connor didn’t let him do was to touch his neck; no kissing, no nibbling, nothing. The neck was the last line of privacy Lindsey wasn’t allowed to cross. He believed that in the boy’s subconscious necks equated vampires. His neck was the place where memories still remained. But Lindsey himself could also feel a metal wire tearing his own Adam’s apple, so the prohibition didn’t bother him. Tonight, after he released Connor’s wrists from the handcuffs and gathered the still shuddering body on his arms, Connor muttered as usual.
“There’s something… I should…know… This… you… me…the haze… it’s like smoke”
In the twilight of the humid bedroom, Connor looked peaceful in his sleep, but Lindsey knew better. He knew that underneath that happy high school kid surface, there was lurking the terror of truth, and each time Lindsey made Connor burst into a blazing orgasm, the boy got more in touch with his own darkness. And Lindsey couldn’t decide whether he feared or waited more for the day when those puppy dog sized hands that only a while ago had clutched the metal bars would possibly clutch Lindsey’s neck and snap it in one swift move. So, as usual, Lindsey spooned the lean body with his own and listened to the steady heartbeats. Until that day came, Lindsey would rest here, letting the river flow on its own course. This moment was the one all the beautiful songs were made of.
The End