“It’s not what I expected…” Dean circled his doppelganger, clenching and unclenching his fists as the other man smirked with that punchable demeanour that he knew he had
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He supposes that this should be strange, but they're far enough through the bottle of the really good shit that he can't quite follow the logic of the whole situation. Or the lack of logic. Or something.
He just knows that one Christian Kane is a pretty awesome thing...and two? Well maybe he's greedy, but he really can't see a down side to that. Except maybe how he's gonna hurt in the morning.
Okay, so this second guy calls himself Eliot, and that's fine. He looks like Chris, sounds like Chris...god he even laughs like Chris and Steve is so goddamn hard he isn't going to last much longer and neither Chris has even touched him yet.
He reaches for the bottle, but a hand blocks him, followed by a face, a kiss that's more tongue than lips and Steve is falling back against a strong chest and not really fighting.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere a little more private," one of them growls. "I got a whole lot more than whiskey in mind for you both."
He looks like Christian... mostly. More muscles, more scars and his hair's different; it doesn't curl gently around his ears and down to his shoulders, its ironed flatter
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You look good for a dead lawyer, Angel/RPS, Spike/Christian KaneentropynchaosMarch 8 2009, 20:33:06 UTC
The man turns around at the bar when Chris pushes up into the gap next to him.
“You mind…” the man starts, and Chris is about to apologise with a grin when the man stops dead, his mouth open and eyes wide in shock.
“Y’alright?” Chris drawls out. It’s probably a fan, but he’s feeling perhaps a little too mellow tonight, and he’s not actually that fussed at being recognised. Of course, if Steve were here…well, Chris’d take a thousand touchy-feel-y fans over Steve not being here any day.
“You look good for a dead man - ‘specially a dead lawyer.”
Well, there’s no need for that“Ain’t a lawyer, darlin’.” It’s kinda sweet, actually, how confused the other man looks, and Chris grins and holds out a hand. “Christian Kane, sweetheart. An’ you
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It's not the same Lindsey thinks, but it will have to be good enough, because barring a miracle - or some serious interference by Wolfram and Hart, something he doesn't even want to think about thinking about - he's a one handed guitar player.
And yeah, curled under his next oldest brother's arm as Christian provides the second hand to play the well used instrument is the best place in the world right now bar having Eliot on his other side, but he still feels... hollow. As hollow as the belly of the guitar laying across both their laps.
Christian jerks his head up in surprise at the bum note, taking one look at Lindsey's face and pulling his youngest brother into a tight embrace as Lindsey breaks on his shoulder.
Ohh... OH!! *sniffles* Oh Lindsey... I mean, I know he gets his hand back, but I have the sudden urge to kick Angel where it hurts... wait... or Eliot could... oh, he will. He will. *growls*
What a wonderful idea, Christian providing the other hand! Thanks hun, it's fantastic!
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He just knows that one Christian Kane is a pretty awesome thing...and two? Well maybe he's greedy, but he really can't see a down side to that. Except maybe how he's gonna hurt in the morning.
Okay, so this second guy calls himself Eliot, and that's fine. He looks like Chris, sounds like Chris...god he even laughs like Chris and Steve is so goddamn hard he isn't going to last much longer and neither Chris has even touched him yet.
He reaches for the bottle, but a hand blocks him, followed by a face, a kiss that's more tongue than lips and Steve is falling back against a strong chest and not really fighting.
"Maybe we should take this somewhere a little more private," one of them growls. "I got a whole lot more than whiskey in mind for you both."
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Such pretty mental images! *loves*
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“You mind…” the man starts, and Chris is about to apologise with a grin when the man stops dead, his mouth open and eyes wide in shock.
“Y’alright?” Chris drawls out. It’s probably a fan, but he’s feeling perhaps a little too mellow tonight, and he’s not actually that fussed at being recognised. Of course, if Steve were here…well, Chris’d take a thousand touchy-feel-y fans over Steve not being here any day.
“You look good for a dead man - ‘specially a dead lawyer.”
Well, there’s no need for that“Ain’t a lawyer, darlin’.” It’s kinda sweet, actually, how confused the other man looks, and Chris grins and holds out a hand. “Christian Kane, sweetheart. An’ you ( ... )
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*giggles* Sweetheart. Pet. LOVES!
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It's not the same Lindsey thinks, but it will have to be good enough, because barring a miracle - or some serious interference by Wolfram and Hart, something he doesn't even want to think about thinking about - he's a one handed guitar player.
And yeah, curled under his next oldest brother's arm as Christian provides the second hand to play the well used instrument is the best place in the world right now bar having Eliot on his other side, but he still feels... hollow. As hollow as the belly of the guitar laying across both their laps.
Christian jerks his head up in surprise at the bum note, taking one look at Lindsey's face and pulling his youngest brother into a tight embrace as Lindsey breaks on his shoulder.
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What a wonderful idea, Christian providing the other hand! Thanks hun, it's fantastic!
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