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Fic: Interesting, AtS/Leverage PWP (NC17, Eliot/Lindsey/Spike)
I tried to write comment fic, but I failed. This sucker’s big enough, it needs a freaking title. Send HELP!
Interesting
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rivestra
NC17; not mine, not for profit
2,100 words, completed 1/26/09
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elebridith , who asked for: Lindsey/Spike/Eliot, "Now *that's* interesting" in comment_fic, and got what I’d kinda have to call a story instead. (And now there's a sequel, Camera Shy. I feel oddly like I should apologize or something)
Lindsey stalked into the darkened room. “Why the hell’d you call me, Spike? You know how much I hate coming here.”
Spike was suddenly behind him. Lindsey hadn’t even seen him move, yet there he was, nose buried in the nape of his neck, mumbling lowly, “Thought you liked coming just about everywhere, Pet,” turning his knees to jelly, causing other parts of his anatomy to stir. Spike moved away just as quickly, leaving Lindsey to curse and check his own fall. “Got somethin’ interesting I thought you might like to see.”
Lindsey followed him deeper into the room, moving carefully through the darkness. The vampire stopped suddenly, and Lindsey ran into his back, feeling more than hearing Spike’s low snicker; it should have pissed him off, not caused heat to uncoil low in his gut. Spike leaned back into him, pushing his ass into Lindsey’s erection and stretching his head back to whisper conspiratorially into Lindsey’s ear, “Lookie what I found trying to break into the vault up in Angel’s office?”
He flipped on a spotlight, illuminating just the wall in front of them. Lindsey blinked back tears at the sudden change, listening to Spike’s low drawl as he waited for his eyes to adjust, “There was another man and a slip of a girl with ‘im, but this was the interesting one.”
The man in question was chained to the wall, spread-eagle and completely naked. The ball gag was so distracting that it took Lindsey a moment to recognize his own face, but when he did, he pushed Spike away with a start. “What the hell is this, Spike?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you, Pet.” Spike crossed to the bound man, running the back of his hand casually down the long line of his side, leaving it resting carelessly against his hip. The man snarled through the gag, but his cock twitched. So did Lindsey’s; Spike had that effect on people.
Spike pretended not to notice, instead purring out, “Found out it wasn’t you quick enough,” he dragged his hand up over the man’s rock hard abs – whoever this guy was, he was in better shape than Lindsey was – and up onto his shoulder blades. “No tattoos.”
Lindsey tried to shake his fascination off casually, but feared he’d ruined the effect when he had to adjust himself before walking to the wall. He put his frustration into his voice, growling out, “Who the hell are you?” at the man on the wall.
The man in question rolled his eyes, and Lindsey quickly got the point, reaching up to unbuckle the gag. It wasn’t like anyone was going to hear him call for help here, anyway; Wolfram and Heart knew how to soundproof a dungeon. He fumbled with the gag’s buckles, largely due to Spike’s sudden and distracting presence behind him, but eventually he got it free. The man spat, “What the fuck is that guy?” out right along with the gag.
“That?” Lindsey gestured behind him with his head. “That’s Spike. Now, who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” Spike’s hand snaked down to cup his balls through his pants. Lindsey let out an involuntary groan and counted himself lucky that hand wasn’t inside his pants; the vampire was clearly in a mood.
“You…” the man was intent, watching Spike’s hand move over Lindsey’s crotch, and it was clearly having an affect on him. Lindsey couldn’t help his grin – Damned vampires. The man continued trying to speak, “I’m…” and Lindsey dropped his own gaze – yup, a predictable, blatantly obvious effect.. At least some things between them were identical, workouts didn’t change the size of everything. “Eliot. My name is Eliot…”
“Spencer,” Spike sounded bored.. ‘We know.” His hand slipped inside Lindsey’s shirt, pinching a nipple sharply and making his back arch, bringing his front into almost full contact with Eliot’s bound form. They both hissed, and Spike chuckled in that low, throaty, infuriating way he has. “He’s expensive muscle, mostly, but lately this one seems to be interested in putting on tights and dancing around
Lindsey tried to parse out what Spike meant, but the vampire’s hand was down his pants now, and his other was trailing down his arm, guiding his hand forward, onto his doppelganger’s cock. He managed to get out an almost coherent, “Wha…” but Eliot was the better one with words now, tossing out a strangled, “I wouldn’t exactly put it that way.” He shouldn’t be able to form words, Lindsey thought, but he continued anyway, “It’s more of a…” so Lindsey closed his hand and started pumping.
“Don’t care.” Spike released Lindsey’s hand, now that it was with his program, and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, stripping it off his shoulders. He pressed the three of them together, leaning hard into Lindsey, bare skin – when had Spike lost his shirt? – to skin. “Don’t care at all. Gonna let you go, actually. Just as soon as you help me with a little…” Spike’s leer effortlessly took in both of them, “…cooking project.”
Lindsey turned his head to baffle at Spike, then got it and groaned instead. Eliot still looked bewildered – maybe he’d traded brain cells for those muscles – the light in his eyes only clicking on when Spike cupped his face with his hand and added, “Need you to help me make a sandwich, Pet.” He leaned in and swallowed whatever Eliot’s answer might have been, taking the man’s mouth in a messy, demanding kiss.
A kiss that wasn’t exactly one-sided. Lindsey groaned, mesmerized by them, securely stuck between their bodies, his hand on Eliot moving in time with Spike’s hand on him. Spike reached up over their heads and unhooked Eliot’s cuffed hands from the hook they’d been clipped to. On the way back down, his hand stopped again on Eliot’s face, and he caught the man’s eyes, asking in a low, serious voice, “This okay, Pet?” Eliot surged toward him in answer, catching Spike’s mouth with his own, forgetting his legs were still bound to the wall.
They all toppled over, landing in a laughing mess of limbs and cocks and hungry, hungry mouths. Lindsey didn’t notice Spike unsecuring Eliot’s legs, too fascinated by the familiar-but-not form in front of him. He needed to taste, needed to know if Eliot would respond, react the same way. He dove in, not even noticing when Spike peeled his pants down his legs, his mouth too full of Eliot’s left nipple, his brain full to bursting from Eliot’s greedy mouth on his cock.
There was no denying Eliot knew how to push Lindsey’s buttons.
Suddenly, Spike pulled them apart. “You,” and he pointed at each of them, “bread.” He slid in between them, “Me,” and this time he pointed at himself, “meat.” Eliot and Lindsey eyed each for a moment before Spike snorted and decisively turned Lindsey around, sliding in close behind him. Eliot made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh and Lindsey spun back around… or rather, he tried to: Spike had quite a grip. Spike called back over his shoulder, “Are you bored back there? Didn’t I give you something to do?” and Lindsey felt the vampire arch his ass back, heard Eliot’s quick intake of breath.
“Lube?” Eliot’s voice was rough, like he’d never used it before.
Spike chuckled, but the next thing Lindsey felt was a glop of wetness on his lower back, so he must have produced it from somewhere. He lost track of things again as Spike worked the lube into him, fisting his cock in rhythm with his clever, clever fingers.
The sudden absence of both of Spike’s hands was enough to make him cry out. They were back on him instantly, and Spike reassured, voice low, “Sush, Pet. Just getting all our ducks in a row,” and then there was pressure and heat and full-full-full as Spike slid into him, slick and smooth except for the slight stutter as Eliot joined them.
They were all still for a moment, adjusting, until Spike growled and Eliot thrust forward, pushing Spike deeper still into Lindsey. Spike pushed back, harder, urging Eliot on, muscles clenching, and Lindsey knew from experience just what that felt like, knew just how it felt, tight and fast around Eliot’s cock. He was completely unsurprised when Eliot redoubled his efforts, pounding harder into Spike, and he picked up his own in counterpoint, deliberately squeezing Spike on the shallow end of every thrust, knowing it would drive him crazy.
Spike began to pant, riding back and forth between the two of them as they built a relentless rhythm. Push and pull, working him again and again, Lindsey not seeking his own pleasure so much as to keep Spike on edge, strung out on that line between them. That’s what he’d wanted when he started this, after all, so it seemed only fair to draw it out for as long as possible, to drive Spike crazy, for a change. Eliot sure didn’t seem to mind.
Eventually, Spike went almost limp between them, body lax and pliant, just moving with their ebb and flow. His head leaned forward, face burying itself in Lindsey’s neck, teeth growing sharp against his skin. Lindsey tried to freeze – this wasn’t part of it, wasn’t what they did, wsn’t allowed – and he willed his body to still, but it was no use. Eliot pushed on, oblivious, and Lindsey’s throttle seemed stuck full open as well. Spike’s teeth pinched a little with each thrust they made, a needle-sharp counterpoint, but he didn’t bite down, didn’t sink them into Lindsey’s barred neck, didn’t take what Lindsey couldn’t help but offer.
Lindsey lost their rhythm, utterly and completely. He wouldn’t, couldn’t think about what those teeth were doing to him: he’d get analysis later, right now, he just wanted to get off. Spike, freed from the near-trance they’d driven him into, took Eliot by surprise, dragging him along as he let loose and pounded into Lindsey, teeth gentle but firm at his neck, held just above the skin, just right there, almost hovering… until they weren’t.
Lindsey’s world exploded. The orgasm ripped through him, starting at the flash of bright pain in his neck, tearing through his body, racing through his limbs, his torso, his brain, that bright fire concentrating, pulsing, singing through his belly and into his balls before exploding all over again as his cock released and it all flowed back up and through him again, retracing every nerve, every vein, surging through every cell and back again, and again until his world went grey and soft-edged and dark and narrowed to the soft lap of Spike’s tongue against his throat.
He had no idea how long he lay there before Spike moved reluctantly away, nipping him gently before he leaned over and undid the cuffs around Eliot’s wrists. Eliot sat up and rubbed the blood back into his hands, looking well-fucked and a little spacey himself. He stood, though Lindsey thought he did so reluctantly, assuming their bodies spoke in the same language. His expression was unreadable when he looked down at Spike, now lounging cat-like on the floor, wrapped back around Lindsey. It took him two tries to get his voice to work, “Clothes?”
Spike didn’t look up, busy again at Lindsey’s throat. “By the door, Pet.”
Eliot crossed the room and was rude enough to hit the light switch when he found that before he found his clothes. Light flooded the room, and, by the time Lindsey’s eyes had adjusted, Eliot had found his pants. He watched a puzzled expression bloom across the other man’s face as he picked up his shirt, so he followed Eliot’s line of sight down to the stack of files he’d just uncovered. An eloquent eyebrow rose, the eyes under it watching Spike suspiciously.
“Now where do you suppose those came from?” Innocence was not Spike’s strongest look, and Lindsey was relieved when he dropped it – the vampire had looked like he was about to break something. “They are the ones you were looking for, right, Pet? For Maid
Now Eliot was glaring too. Lindsey snickered, and Spike swatted his ass, hard enough to make him yelp. Ensconced in safety, all the way over by the door, brave Eliot snickered too. Sighing, Spike explained, “Angel will likely get to the bastards first, unless you move faster than I’d wager you can.” Eliot ran out the door and Spike called out after him, “Don’t forget to pick up your friends in the lobby! And you might want to talk to the boss-man himself on your way out: he seems to think we work well together!”
~fin~
(Or, apparently, not. If you liked this, you might go read Camera Shy, in which there is revenge smut.)
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I think I love you right now. That's ... that's....
MEOOWWWWW!!!!!
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I think my brain melted.
Eliot crossed the room and was rude enough to hit the light switch
Somehow, that had me in stitches! *rotflmao*
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! Aaaand... how can I feed the bunny that turns this into a series...? *evil grin*
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::tries to hold bunny back with large stick::
*bunny lets loose with a wild, mocking cackle. chews stick into toothpick. glares*
::flails::
Um... I didn't think you needed to feed the little rodents, I thought they were like zombies, preferring to eat your brains?
Especially when you've got bunches of other things you're supposed to be doing ::makes shifty eyes at dean. refuses to acknowledge work piling up on desk::
Feed the bunny!
Leverage fic! Whee! With Spike!
Poor Lindsey. He really is in over his head. Goddamn vampires.
::dances::
Who's Maid Marion? The client? Or Parker? Because I can see Spike being entertained by Parker. She's right along his sort of crazy.
I really, really want to warn Nate and everyone away from Angel. People who allied with him really, really did not fare well. Also? Pretty sure he was actually evil in 5th season. IM(less than entirely)HO But... but... but... I want more! ::wails::
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Though I maintain that it's *not* a series, no siree.
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i love this. alot. because. guh.
look! you made me even more incoherent than usual!
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I have to admit I was kinda aiming for melty, incoherent enjoyment with this one. They certainly melted my brain while I was writing it.
Also? :points up:: You leave perfectly lovely comments! Thank you!
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Glad you liked (especially since you enabled a sequel!)
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i WILL be the evil enabler of this verse. this verse is HOT and i love it.
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Now that you've got the music in my head, I really wanna see Spike in the old Adam West costume...
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Maybe also an official memo changing W&H policy regarding excusing break-ins with receipt of suitable compensation for any trouble incurred.
::quite likes Lindsey as Spike's pet:: Oh. That makes me want to share with Angel my genuine belief that Spike would be good at keeping Lindsey out of trouble. ::snickers::
BTW, 2nd para up from bottom, first line, next to last word should be relieved
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Nope.