Spike moved quickly, knowing he didn’t have much time. He walked into the demon establishment and immediately curled up his nose. Those damn hoopla, hoochka, whatever the fuck those things were called, stunk. If he wanted to smoke out of some fancy pipe thing, he’d…well, actually he’d just do it. They did give you a right nice high.
Now was not the time for that, unfortunately. When you weren’t having part of the fun, the damn shite just stunk. Besides, there just might be cowboy on the menu for him tonight, and he’d want to savor every swallow. On top of that, he was pretty sure it wasn’t good for the babe.
Spike shifted his bundle more securely in his arms and, from his position in the doorway, watched the two men who had yet to notice his appearance. Lindsey was standing at a sink, washing blood from his hands. Lorne was watching Lindsey’s back, just as Angel had requested. They were talking, and Spike held his position, listening to the conversation even though he knew he should step forward and let them know he was there.
“Any word on the rest of the team?” Spike’s eyebrow arched in surprise. So, Lindsey was worried about the team was he? That was an interesting turn.
Lorne shifted uncomfortably. “For all I know, we are the rest of the team.”
Lindsey continued washing. “That’s weird.”
“They’ll call.”
“No. I mean me saying team and meaning it. Kind of like the feeling.” Spike was glad to hear him say it. He’d thought Lindsey might not be all bad and had hoped to be able to prove it. It still remained to be seen whether or not he could.
Lorne seemed to echo his thoughts. “Yeah, today.”
Lindsey shook his head. Some things never changed. “You really done with ‘em?”
Lorne sighed. “It isn’t really my kind of work anymore. It’s unsavory.”
“Gee, I think it’s just getting interesting.” Lindsey turned on his trademark smirk, and Spike nearly laughed.
“Yeah, I bet you do.” Spike noted that Lorne wasn’t going to give. He was going to carry out his assigned task, no matter the consequences. Lindsey carried on, seemingly oblivious to what the demon was really here to do.
“You don’t trust me. You don’t think a man can change?”
Lorne shrugged. “It’s not about what I think. This was Angel’s plan.”
“Come on. I could sing for you.”
Lorne’s eyes filled with regret for a moment, and he reached into his coat pocket. “I’ve heard you sing.” It was time for Spike to intervene.
“Yeah, luv, but you haven’t heard me.” Both Lindsey and Lorne’s eyes turned to him in surprise.
“Spike, lemon drop, what are you doing here?”
Spike walked over to the green demon and placed his precious burden in his arms. “I’m changing the plan. There’s some things a bloke doesn’t need on his conscience. Now, why don’t we make a trade? You take care of this little guy, while I take care of that one.”
Lorne held the child carefully in his arms, happier than he could express that Spike had saved the baby from the Fell Brethren, and looked at Spike with tears in his eyes. “I still won’t be coming to the alley, Spike. I need a break from all this.”
“I gotcha, pet. I’ll let Angel know. Don’t worry about this now. I’ll handle it. You get the little one to a safe place.”
Lindsey watched the interaction, confusion clear on his face. “Spike? What’s going on man? We meeting up with the team?”
Spike waited until Lorne was safely out of the room with the baby. He turned to Lindsey and let the human see the true depth of emotion in his eyes. Lindsey stepped back at the anger and coldness he saw there. “I’ll be meeting up with the team. Whether or not you do? Well now, cowboy, that’s up to you.”
“What are you talking about, Spike? I’m here, aint I? I did what Angel wanted.”
“That you did, luv, that you did. But see, here’s the thing you’ve forgotten. My Sire? He’s given up a lot these past few months. More than anyone should have to, really. Did you know he signed away his shanshu?”
Lindsey nodded. Angel had made it very clear to him exactly what he was giving up to take on the Circle of the Black Thorn.
“Did you know that it really meant nothing to him?”
Spike could see the shock on Lindsey’s face. “What? He’s fought for that for years. All that Champion stuff of his. It’s all he ever fought for.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. Ever since my Sire saw that little blonde-haired girl receive her destiny and start fighting the darkness, he hasn’t been just after redemption. Sure, it would have been nice. But no, Angel’s more noble than that. He was never really fighting for himself. It was for them, the ones who stood by him, supported him, made him feel more human than he ever did back when he actually had a heartbeat.”
Spike stalked forward and Lindsey stepped back, shaking his head in denial. “No, Spike. You’re wrong.”
With a laugh, Spike moved fast and grabbed Lindsey around the throat, slamming him back against the wall. “No, cowboy, you’re wrong. He’s lost too bloody much lately to make sense of things. Cordy. Fred. That boy of his. They’re all part of his soul. They’re all lost to him. Taken away by you and yours. And he almost crossed the line tonight with you. He doesn’t really trust you, because you were part of what cost him part of his soul. Do you get that, Lindsey?”
Lindsey nodded, even though the motion tightened Spike’s hand around his neck and cut off his air supply even further.
“So, here’s your option, pet. I either break your neck here and now, or you pay for the pain you’ve caused my Sire, however I say. It’s a limited time offer, luv, so I suggest you decide what it’s going to be.”
Spike could see the hate forming in Lindsey’s eyes. That was good. Let him feel the hate, the pain, the anger, the betrayal. Get it all out now, because if he lived long enough, he would be getting rid of those feelings once and for all.
He gave Lindsey a little shake. “Tick-tock, Linds. What’ll it be?”
Spike could tell that Lindsey wanted to just take death, but he was afraid. And maybe, just maybe, he was a little sorry for what he’d done. If he was, then this would go a lot easier. They had somewhere to be after all.
“I wanna live.”
Spike smiled and released his hold on Lindsey’s throat. His hand slipped down to Lindsey’s pants and pulled at the large belt buckle. Lindsey gasped and tried to pull away. Spike slapped him.
“You don’t have a say, luv.” He loosened the buckle and pulled the belt free. Spinning Lindsey around, Spike slammed him hard against the wall, his sore cheek pressing into the rough surface. “Put your hands on the wall, Lindsey. And if you’re smart, you won’t move them.”
Lindsey didn’t move for a moment, just stood there, and Spike thought he’d just have to kill him and finish the whole sorry mess. Then Lindsey’s shoulders slumped forward, and his hands rose. He placed them flat on the wall and stilled.
“Very good, pet. See, Angel has always taken the ‘kick his ass’ approach with you. But I think what you really needed was a good ass whoopin’. Isn’t that what you country boys say? Well, I’m gonna tan your ass with this lovely belt of yours, and you’re gonna make me a list of all the wrongs you’ve done to my Sire. When you’re done, I’ll decide what your punishment will be.”
Spike stepped to the side and folded the belt in half. He didn’t wait, didn’t even let the anticipation build, he just starting swinging. The slap of leather against Lindsey’s jeans-covered ass filled the room. Lindsey cried out at the first hit, again with the second, and then he stopped. And started talking.
He told Spike everything, from the beginning. His time at Wolfram and Hart, fighting for the demons and vampires that Angel was fighting against. Of sending assassins after him, of going after Angel’s team, Lindsey told Spike everything. He even told him about Darla and the dreams. He told Spike of coming back for vengeance, even of pretending to be Doyle and going after Spike. Nothing was spared as Lindsey first gasped, then sobbed out his crimes.
By the time he was finished, Lindsey was barely able to stand, his mind and body exhausted. Spike had kept his promise and kept the belt swinging throughout the recitation of his sins, each stinging hit across Lindsey’s ass and thighs a reminder of just how he’d come to this place. Spike stopped and leaned up against Lindsey’s back, feeling the heat coming through his clothes from his beaten backside.
“Now, luv, do you see why I have to punish you? See what you did? What you drove him to? I know he’s no saint, God knows I know that better than anybody, but you, Lindsey? Well, cowboy, you drove him to murder. No, worse. You drove him to order one of his people to kill. And that? That has to be punished.”
Lindsey whimpered as Spike pushed harder against his backside, and he felt Spike’s cock pushing against his ass. He worried that was what Spike’s punishment would be: him, bending over for the vampire, seeking forgiveness on the end of Spike’s cock. His thoughts were amplified when Spike’s hand reached around and groped at his own limp appendage.
He didn’t know if he could do it, willingly bend over and let Spike fuck him as punishment. Spike’s hands were working magic on him though, and Lindsey’s cock was thickening as his mind warred against the idea.
“Cowboy, I can smell the fear on you. I’m not going to say that I wouldn’t like to fuck that tight little ass of yours, and I probably will one day. But not today. Fucking’s not punishment, it’s a reward. You haven’t earned that yet.” His fingers kept working though, pulling and tugging on Lindsey’s cock through the worn denim.
Lindsey couldn’t control his reaction; his hips started moving of their own accord into the touch. He wanted, no needed, release, to get out all the frustrations and anger, and yes, even that little bit of hope that was left inside him. Just when he was there, ready to come in his jeans like a teenager, Spike’s grip tightened, pinching off his orgasm and leaving Lindsey gasping and nearly crying again in frustration.
“Oh no, pet, you haven’t earned the right to come yet, either. You will, though. One day, you will. Cause, see, I’m not letting you out of my sight until you’ve proven yourself to Angel. I know there’s good left in you, boy. I can smell it on you, just as I could smell it on Angel when he was first cursed. But until that day comes, you’ll belong to me, mind, body and spirit. You got that, cowboy?”
Lindsey nodded, his mind not entirely clear as his dick throbbed in his jeans, and his ass and thighs burned from his whipping. Spike’s hand released his cock and roamed over his stomach and chest. He nipped at Lindsey’s ear and Lindsey, without thinking, bared his neck to Spike.
“That’s my boy. You’ll be a good pet, Lindsey. I’ll have you trained up right in no time.” Then Lindsey gasped as fangs buried themselves in his neck, and strong arms held him still. It hurt, hurt more than Lindsey thought possible, and then he realized that Spike was gnawing at his neck, forcing the mark to be bigger, deeper, worse. He wasn’t really sucking, though.
When Spike pulled away, he held Lindsey’s body tightly against him. “You taste wonderful, luv. Like a fine wine, you are. I’ll be taking many more tastes, but they won’t be as bad as this one. This one, well, this one is a mark for my Sire. He’ll know that you belong to me now. And won’t that be punishment enough?”
Lindsey knelt at Spike’s feet, wondering when the vampire was going to make his move. He was incredibly uncomfortable in this position. Not the actual kneeling part. He’d grown accustomed to that in his time with Spike. No, the part that was making him uncomfortable was the cuffs locking his hands behind his back and the large gag he had in his mouth.
Glancing over at Wesley, Lindsey caught the grimace on the other man’s face and knew he was feeling similar sensations. Probably more so, since Lindsey didn’t think Wesley was used to being on his knees. He wanted to be, Lindsey could sense that much, but he and Angel weren’t there. Yet.
Feeling Spike’s toe nudge his crotch, Lindsey shifted his gaze away from Wesley and back to Spike. The vampire was watching him with yellowed eyes, and Lindsey laid his head on Spike’s knee. Spike nodded and turned his attention back to his conversation with Angel.
Angel. There was a topic that was even more sore than Lindsey’s aching knees or throbbing jaw. After the night when they’d gone after the Black Thorn, Spike had forced Lindsey to do some soul searching. He hadn’t liked what he’d seen. It seemed easier at the time to just let Spike kill him, but some part of him wouldn’t take the easy way out, and he’d agreed to let Spike punish him for his betrayal of Angel.
They’d gone into the alley and waited for Angel. Lindsey was nearly broken, his ass bruised and tender, his neck aching from Spike’s bite. But worse, he could tell that the tears he’d cried were still damp on his face. They were still leaking out, an unending flow of grief, regret and even fear. He wanted to hide them from Angel, to not show that weakness to him. Spike wouldn’t let him.
Spike kept a firm grip on Lindsey’s hair with one hand and as soon as Angel appeared, Spike had forced Lindsey to his knees by that same grip. Lindsey’s hands were bound behind his back, his belt put to further use. Angel’s eyes had flared gold and then he’d stopped, his eyes going from Lindsey to Spike and back again.
Angel had stepped right up to him, his crotch right in Lindsey’s face, as he glared at Spike. Spike had pulled Lindsey’s head to the side and revealed the bite wound he’d placed there so brutally. It seemed to calm Angel, at least until Gunn appeared, blood pouring from his middle.
Both vampires had rushed to Gunn’s side, holding him up while he gave his report. Then Illyria had dropped down into the alley, and in her strange cold way, told them of Wesley’s death. Angel’s eyes had dropped, then turned to Lindsey. Lindsey didn’t need to be told what he was thinking. Wesley dead, and Lindsey alive? That wasn’t part of the plan.
But they’d gone ahead and fought, all of them side by side. They were overwhelmed, and the damage was brutal to all of them. When they retreated, Lindsey had stayed with Spike, and Angel went off to mourn. Spike let Lindsey know that Wesley’s death would probably weigh heaviest of all against his Sire. Only Spike had seen the look of regret and longing that the two had shared before Wesley walked away that night, never to return.
Even Lindsey felt Angel’s pain when the Senior Partners returned Wesley to him as his new contact. Lindsey knew well that they knew how to twist the knife and cut just enough. Wesley, as always, had a mind of his own and wasn’t easily played. Now, here they were, preparing for a meeting with demons that Angel wanted to destroy.
Spike nudged Lindsey’s cock again, and he raised his head from Spike’s knee. When Spike patted his knee, Lindsey rose and settled on Spike’s lap. It was awkward, but Spike’s hand was around his waist helping him to keep his balance.
Only Lindsey knew that he was also busily removing the cuffs from Lindsey’s arms. The gag, though, he left in place. Go figure. Leaving his hands behind him, Lindsey laid back against Spike’s chest and let Spike stroke his body at his whim. Spike didn’t wait long before going straight to the prize, and Lindsey’s cock quickly grew harder with each touch.
Lindsey could tell that Spike was serious in this seduction, and he relaxed and enjoyed it. Spike was still talking to Angel, their casual chatter not revealing that they both knew they were being watched, even as his hand crept into Lindsey’s jeans. He stroked Lindsey, who moaned around his gag and pushed his hips up into the touch.
It was a little embarrassing, knowing that both Angel and Wesley were watching him get off, plus the demons that were doing surveillance. Yeah, it was embarrassing, but he wasn’t going to try to get Spike to stop. He heard a moan that didn’t come from his lips, and didn’t come from Spike’s.
He opened his eyes and saw Wesley in a similar position on Angel’s lap. His eyes opened wider. Holy hell, that was hot. He could see glimpses of Wesley’s cock as Angel stroked him and damned if it didn’t make Lindsey nearly shoot his load right then.
Spike’s grip tightened though, and Lindsey could feel the rumbling chuckle in his captor’s chest. “Not yet, pet. Just a bit longer.”
Lindsey groaned into his gag and wondered how the hell he was supposed to be able to fight with his dick hard and aching. Obviously, neither Spike nor Angel thought it was going to be an issue. Spike started stroking him again, and Lindsey closed his eyes and went with it.
Just when he was about there again, Spike stopped and pulled his hand from Lindsey’s jeans. “They gone?”
Lindsey blinked open his eyes again and watched Angel tuck Wesley back away. “Yeah, they’re gone.”
“Think we convinced them?”
“You never know.” Wesley was sprawled wantonly over Angel’s lap, his head lolling on the vampire’s broad chest. Angel stroked his hand down Wesley’s chest and over his crotch. “You did well, Wes.”
“Mmph.”
Lindsey figured that was some version of ‘Good, now get this damned gag out of my mouth’. He was wanting the same thing, even though he doubted Spike would cave so easily. Spike liked him with his mouth full.
Angel eyed Lindsey for a moment before shifting his gaze back to Spike. “You’ve done well with him.”
Spike nodded and ran his hand over Lindsey’s chest, pausing only to tweak his nipple before continuing his way down. “He had it in him, Sire. Just needed someone to show him the way.”
Angel nodded and turned his attention back to Wesley. Spike purred into Lindsey’s ear and grabbed his cock through his jeans. “Come for me, pet.” He rubbed once, then twice, and it was all the stimulation Lindsey needed. His cock exploded, and Lindsey felt the warmth fill his jeans and pool on his stomach. He would have a large wet spot, just as Spike had planned, the evil son of a bitch.
Wesley whimpered then, and Lindsey looked over to see him arching on Angel’s chest. But his eyes were locked on Spike’s hand stroking Lindsey. Lindsey spurted a little more knowing that watching him come had done it for Wesley.
“Back to your place then?”
Lindsey held his breath, waiting for Angel’s response. He’d never been allowed into Angel’s new home. Angel nodded and rose, helping Wesley stand as the man’s knees appeared to still be a bit weak. Lindsey knew that feeling, too.
Angel and Wesley moved to the door, Angel’s arm over Wesley’s shoulder and Wesley’s around Angel’s waist. It was strange, knowing that he’d been present when they crossed the line from friends to more. And Angel had let him be there.
“Told ya, luv. Knew he’d come around.” Spike grinned, and they rose and followed. Lindsey shook his head. Yeah, he hoped that Angel would forgive him, would start to trust him again. He just hadn’t expected it to feel so damn good.
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vamptastica, who provided a very in depth description of what she wanted in this fic. I think perhaps she’d thought about this one before…Incorporates the penance/punishment kink from my kink bingo table.