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roxyTitle: To Live In Dreams
Author:Roxy
Fandom:Angel
Pairing:Lindsey/Angel
Summary: Lindsey deserves at least a little something for his efforts
A/N: my answer to the Pampering challenge, kind of..
“Angel…” It was supposed to be *Angel*, not some demon he hardly knew, Angel! It was always Angel.
Brain cells fire and they die, images scroll across his mind. He sees Angel throw Russell out the window (pats his chest) sees Angel’s dark eyes full of fire (“I don’t care”). Through the growing darkness he sees Angel’s fist flying toward him, feels his hands on him, remembers when the demon sliced his heart out day after day in the dark, and it was Angel he screamed for-- at…
Dark, dark and cold- like Angel’s hand on his face. Fucker! *Fucker! * Angel was supposed to finish this….
Darla’s pale face blooms behind his closed eyelids, his brain’s giving up all its gifts now, It’s not me you want to screw… as he began a slow slide away into darkness….
“Linds! Lindsey wake up!” Angel was looking at him, worry and concern all over his face, his long hands cradling Lindsey’s shaking head.
“Wha-what --”
“You were yelling and thrashing around and you scared me, babe!” Lindsey noticed then that they were in bed, they were--* naked? What the fuck? *
He jerked away from Angel, heart hammering and his throat burning from harsh dry breaths rasping in and out of his chest Fuck! It was, was, a nightmare *or his deepest most cherished fantasy* and Angel looked wounded, worried and reached out to him, his hand barley skimming Lindsey’s arm.
“Babe, love, what’s the matter? What the hell did you dream about-- you look terrible!”
Lindsey stared back, the look of confusion and fear clouding his face and *anger, why does he look so angry * Angel wondered, as fear rose up in his own chest * could it be demonic possession…. What was happening to Lindsey? *
He inhaled but picked up nothing but the scent of Lindsey, their bed, Lindsey’s fear was an undercurrent, but seemed to be rapidly fading. His face smoothed out some and he leaned back against the pillows and really just—looked, at Angel, around the room. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized personal items of his scattered about.
Lindsey’s anger ebbed as the realization that Angel was genuinely concerned * for him* sunk in. His chest hurt as a long calloused part of his soul slowly cracked open; a flame that had been banked and nearly become ashes began to grow. Angel watched in bemusement as hope lit Lindsey’s features, “You, you want…me. Love-- me?”
“Lindsey, you’re fucking scaring me for real now! Hold on, I’m going to get Wes in here to take a look at you.”
Lindsey’s eyes went big as he realized that they were in the Hyperion. Of course. That’s where he’s been for the last three years, damn, what a fucking horrible dream! It made him doubt everything, everything….
“Angel, don’t go… damn, I had the most realistic nightmare, I dreamt- I dreamt you killed me. Well not you, but—it was you…” his voice trailed off weakly, and he frowned, feeling odd, unsettled.
Angel looked horrified for an instant and then laughed weakly.
“There was a time--” Lindsey started-
“Shhh.” Angel laid a cool smooth finger against Lindsey’s lips. “Don’t talk about that, it’s been a long time past, I was stubborn and stiff necked and….”
“Irish,” Lindsey laughed.
Angel grinned and crawled up the bed to lay himself on top of Lindsey “And how is throwing around stereotypes going to get you this--” He kissed him softly, deeply, and whispered against his lips- “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” and he kissed his chin, “ my reason for going on,” kissed his neck “ my partner. My lover.” he whispered into his collarbone.
Lindsey felt Angel’s penis twitch and grow hard against his thigh and groaned when Angel cupped him, gently squeezing Lindsey’s erection.
“Let’s make love, hmmm? Or, you know, if you want, we can just fuck?”
Lindsey laughed “ Lets fuck* and* make love,” he grinned as his mind threw up memories; Angel and he together, sweating and groaning and--he shuddered as Angel’s surprisingly warm mouth*I’ll never get used to that* closed over one nipple and cool slender fingers caressed the other into hardness. Lindsey jerked as Angel’s teeth worried the hard flesh and growled against it, the vibrations went straight to his dick and Angel hissed in approval as it leapt in his hand. Lindsey moaned, moved, in and out of Angel’ s cold smooth palm as precome slicked the head. He reached down to touch Angel and just...wanted, wanted more.
“Fuck me Angel.” It was as though the words echoed through his head, through the room, echoed through every memory he ever had. It was as if his whole life all he’d wanted was to say those words and hear Angel swear he would, promise to love him forever. Angel licked at his mouth, biting gently at his lip, drawing it in to his mouth before releasing it again. He leaned his forehead against Lindsey’s.
“I love your mouth. I love how soft it is, your lips, I love how they feel moving on my skin, I love how they feel around my dick.”
Lindsey sucked in a breath, exhaled and Angel caught his breath in his own mouth. He pressed slowly against Lindsey’s lips, slowly, slowly until they opened under the pressure and stroked his tongue in and out till he sighed and opened to suck Angel’s tongue in. Angel let the demon out, and with careful fangs traced a line inside of his lip. Lindsey’s body lifted at the sensation, his shoulders left the bed and his neck was a tense arch that vibrated with the low hoarse cry he gave as his mouth filled with blood, blood that Angel drank from him with eager, searching kisses. Angel’s lips left his mouth, trailed kisses down his torso, each kiss driving him higher and higher till he felt he would explode. Lindsey felt his control tear and tumble away, like a leaf in a wild wind.
Angel rolled Lindsey over gently, gently, stroking over his back and thighs as though Lindsey were breakable, whispering on his skin how much he loved him, desired him. He pressed one palm against the small of Lindsey’s back, holding him down, he used the other hand to spread his cheeks and bent to lick, lap at the tight whorl of muscle.
At the first touch Lindsey prayed not to come, *God, how did his mouth get so hot* and made embarrassing noises as Angel worked him with slick fingers, sliding in and out, teasing, burning, reducing him into a sweating moaning mess. He screamed by the time Angel finally pressed his dick into him, stroking in short shallow moves till Lindsey reached back behind him and pulled Angel in. “Stop teasing and fuck me!” He grated out.
Angel groaned, laughed a little and fucked harder, deeper, hitting the spot that blew fireworks through him, and pulled Lindsey’s hips up so he could jerk him as he stroked in him.
“Fuck, Linds, hot, ah, you’re so good; you’re so sweet you’re my good boy, come for me, come--”
Lindsey shouted and came in a hot wash, rode out on Angel’s orgasm; it hit him so hard, made him shiver and moan. He couldn’t stop and he couldn’t hold back the tears…What the hell was with him this morning?…and he felt cold drops hit and spatter on his shoulder.
“Lindsey, Lindsey, damn! I love you so much” Angel said brokenly. "God, I couldn’t live with out you.”
Lindsey eased away from Angel, rolled over and pulled him down. Angel gathered him up into his arms and Lindsey soothed him, “I’ll never leave you, never. We’re meant to be, never one with out the other….”
He lay curled in his lover’s arms, his much larger frame shielding him from everything but his love. Lindsey felt cherished, deeply needed. It’s what drew them together, kept them together, this great need they had for each other. His eyes drifted shut on a sigh of deep contentment as he began a slow slide away, into darkness….
Author:Roxy
Fandom:Angel
Pairing:Lindsey/Angel
Summary: Lindsey deserves at least a little something for his efforts
A/N: my answer to the Pampering challenge, kind of..
“Angel…” It was supposed to be *Angel*, not some demon he hardly knew, Angel! It was always Angel.
Brain cells fire and they die, images scroll across his mind. He sees Angel throw Russell out the window (pats his chest) sees Angel’s dark eyes full of fire (“I don’t care”). Through the growing darkness he sees Angel’s fist flying toward him, feels his hands on him, remembers when the demon sliced his heart out day after day in the dark, and it was Angel he screamed for-- at…
Dark, dark and cold- like Angel’s hand on his face. Fucker! *Fucker! * Angel was supposed to finish this….
Darla’s pale face blooms behind his closed eyelids, his brain’s giving up all its gifts now, It’s not me you want to screw… as he began a slow slide away into darkness….
“Linds! Lindsey wake up!” Angel was looking at him, worry and concern all over his face, his long hands cradling Lindsey’s shaking head.
“Wha-what --”
“You were yelling and thrashing around and you scared me, babe!” Lindsey noticed then that they were in bed, they were--* naked? What the fuck? *
He jerked away from Angel, heart hammering and his throat burning from harsh dry breaths rasping in and out of his chest Fuck! It was, was, a nightmare *or his deepest most cherished fantasy* and Angel looked wounded, worried and reached out to him, his hand barley skimming Lindsey’s arm.
“Babe, love, what’s the matter? What the hell did you dream about-- you look terrible!”
Lindsey stared back, the look of confusion and fear clouding his face and *anger, why does he look so angry * Angel wondered, as fear rose up in his own chest * could it be demonic possession…. What was happening to Lindsey? *
He inhaled but picked up nothing but the scent of Lindsey, their bed, Lindsey’s fear was an undercurrent, but seemed to be rapidly fading. His face smoothed out some and he leaned back against the pillows and really just—looked, at Angel, around the room. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized personal items of his scattered about.
Lindsey’s anger ebbed as the realization that Angel was genuinely concerned * for him* sunk in. His chest hurt as a long calloused part of his soul slowly cracked open; a flame that had been banked and nearly become ashes began to grow. Angel watched in bemusement as hope lit Lindsey’s features, “You, you want…me. Love-- me?”
“Lindsey, you’re fucking scaring me for real now! Hold on, I’m going to get Wes in here to take a look at you.”
Lindsey’s eyes went big as he realized that they were in the Hyperion. Of course. That’s where he’s been for the last three years, damn, what a fucking horrible dream! It made him doubt everything, everything….
“Angel, don’t go… damn, I had the most realistic nightmare, I dreamt- I dreamt you killed me. Well not you, but—it was you…” his voice trailed off weakly, and he frowned, feeling odd, unsettled.
Angel looked horrified for an instant and then laughed weakly.
“There was a time--” Lindsey started-
“Shhh.” Angel laid a cool smooth finger against Lindsey’s lips. “Don’t talk about that, it’s been a long time past, I was stubborn and stiff necked and….”
“Irish,” Lindsey laughed.
Angel grinned and crawled up the bed to lay himself on top of Lindsey “And how is throwing around stereotypes going to get you this--” He kissed him softly, deeply, and whispered against his lips- “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” and he kissed his chin, “ my reason for going on,” kissed his neck “ my partner. My lover.” he whispered into his collarbone.
Lindsey felt Angel’s penis twitch and grow hard against his thigh and groaned when Angel cupped him, gently squeezing Lindsey’s erection.
“Let’s make love, hmmm? Or, you know, if you want, we can just fuck?”
Lindsey laughed “ Lets fuck* and* make love,” he grinned as his mind threw up memories; Angel and he together, sweating and groaning and--he shuddered as Angel’s surprisingly warm mouth*I’ll never get used to that* closed over one nipple and cool slender fingers caressed the other into hardness. Lindsey jerked as Angel’s teeth worried the hard flesh and growled against it, the vibrations went straight to his dick and Angel hissed in approval as it leapt in his hand. Lindsey moaned, moved, in and out of Angel’ s cold smooth palm as precome slicked the head. He reached down to touch Angel and just...wanted, wanted more.
“Fuck me Angel.” It was as though the words echoed through his head, through the room, echoed through every memory he ever had. It was as if his whole life all he’d wanted was to say those words and hear Angel swear he would, promise to love him forever. Angel licked at his mouth, biting gently at his lip, drawing it in to his mouth before releasing it again. He leaned his forehead against Lindsey’s.
“I love your mouth. I love how soft it is, your lips, I love how they feel moving on my skin, I love how they feel around my dick.”
Lindsey sucked in a breath, exhaled and Angel caught his breath in his own mouth. He pressed slowly against Lindsey’s lips, slowly, slowly until they opened under the pressure and stroked his tongue in and out till he sighed and opened to suck Angel’s tongue in. Angel let the demon out, and with careful fangs traced a line inside of his lip. Lindsey’s body lifted at the sensation, his shoulders left the bed and his neck was a tense arch that vibrated with the low hoarse cry he gave as his mouth filled with blood, blood that Angel drank from him with eager, searching kisses. Angel’s lips left his mouth, trailed kisses down his torso, each kiss driving him higher and higher till he felt he would explode. Lindsey felt his control tear and tumble away, like a leaf in a wild wind.
Angel rolled Lindsey over gently, gently, stroking over his back and thighs as though Lindsey were breakable, whispering on his skin how much he loved him, desired him. He pressed one palm against the small of Lindsey’s back, holding him down, he used the other hand to spread his cheeks and bent to lick, lap at the tight whorl of muscle.
At the first touch Lindsey prayed not to come, *God, how did his mouth get so hot* and made embarrassing noises as Angel worked him with slick fingers, sliding in and out, teasing, burning, reducing him into a sweating moaning mess. He screamed by the time Angel finally pressed his dick into him, stroking in short shallow moves till Lindsey reached back behind him and pulled Angel in. “Stop teasing and fuck me!” He grated out.
Angel groaned, laughed a little and fucked harder, deeper, hitting the spot that blew fireworks through him, and pulled Lindsey’s hips up so he could jerk him as he stroked in him.
“Fuck, Linds, hot, ah, you’re so good; you’re so sweet you’re my good boy, come for me, come--”
Lindsey shouted and came in a hot wash, rode out on Angel’s orgasm; it hit him so hard, made him shiver and moan. He couldn’t stop and he couldn’t hold back the tears…What the hell was with him this morning?…and he felt cold drops hit and spatter on his shoulder.
“Lindsey, Lindsey, damn! I love you so much” Angel said brokenly. "God, I couldn’t live with out you.”
Lindsey eased away from Angel, rolled over and pulled him down. Angel gathered him up into his arms and Lindsey soothed him, “I’ll never leave you, never. We’re meant to be, never one with out the other….”
He lay curled in his lover’s arms, his much larger frame shielding him from everything but his love. Lindsey felt cherished, deeply needed. It’s what drew them together, kept them together, this great need they had for each other. His eyes drifted shut on a sigh of deep contentment as he began a slow slide away, into darkness….
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6/30/04 06:11 am (UTC)Don't have bad dreams Lindsey, please?
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6/30/04 06:28 am (UTC)That's teh hot.
And...sweet, too, letting poor Lindsey have a moment of true love there in the end...
Nice.
I don't know enough about the character to write him but i'm damn tempted when i read something like this!
*bounce*
:)
Roxy roxors.
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6/30/04 06:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/3/04 03:21 pm (UTC)Eve, yeah. Ick.
:)
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6/30/04 06:38 am (UTC)I'm sticking my tongue out at LJ now!
I really enjoyed this story, by the way. Maybe my comment will float in one of these days.
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6/30/04 06:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
6/30/04 12:18 pm (UTC)Lars with Angel/Lindsey/Riley is the best out there.
Lady Moluk, Jenny writes incredible Angel/Lindsey, just incredible.
I don't care if anyone knows I like Riley. I love Riley. Joss wrote him off in a stupid stupid way, but you can't deny the beauty of that man, unless your blind.
Who is TQ. Why do you hide from him/her?
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6/30/04 12:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
6/30/04 03:09 pm (UTC)Have you read this? I love it! There's also one in which Angel takes care of an seriously injured Riley out of a sense of obligation,it' also very good.
And I think the Rainmakers was just brilliant!
TQ? The lovely and oh so very talented Tabaqui *waves madly* We share a lot of interests but Riley isn't one LOL! Though sheonce offered to write me a Riley ficlet...am I evol enough to hold here to that *snorf* Someone did some caps form that movie he was in with Gina Hershon, all shaved and tattooed...Yum! He look gooood that way too!
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6/30/04 03:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
6/30/04 11:25 pm (UTC)I think Marc and Lindsey are two beautiful creatures. Plus, Lindsey and Riley were extremely unusual, fascinating characters, and they were human, basically, especially after Riley lost his super-human enhancements.
Thanks for the link.
So Tabaqui doesn't dig Riley? Well, I still dig her! I'm very broad-minded!
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6/30/04 11:31 pm (UTC)