FIC: A Fluffy Kind of Evil (Angel - Lindsey/Angel - FRM - 1/1)
I don't even *write* Angel fic. *headdesk*...
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Title: A Fluffy Kind of Evil
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Lindsey/Angel
Rating: FRM - slash, language, vampires
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Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
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Summary: Lindsey knows what he is and what he wants.
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A Fluffy Kind of Evil
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“Just who the hell do you think you are?”
Looking up from another endless round of files, reports and paperwork guaranteed to damn some poor soul somewhere, Lindsey settled his features into the bland mask of indifference and waited for Angel to finish his sullen stalk across the marble floor. He had cultivated that mask two days into his employment with Wolfram & Hart, not to save his own soul, no unfortunately he suspected it was already way too late for that, but to save his life should any of his fellow employees around the office decide to take his reluctance for weakness.
And in that spirit of self-preservation, it was always better to face an opponent standing than stuck behind a desk. Even if the desk was huge and solid mahogany and housed more than one hidden compartment filled with weapons and things mean to either protect him or to call help so *it* could protect him. Never let it be said that working at W & H didn‘t have its perks.
“Angel,” he smiled warmly. “What can I do for you today?”
“Marcella Bradley. You stole her son.” Angel accused.
Lindsey winced, making sure to keep it inward and his body under control. He hadn’t heard Angel had been involved in that…
“The firm took her son, “ Lindsey denied, voice bland as his mind spun with all the unforeseen complications that having Angel involved would throw at them. “Not me. I just collected the collateral on a debt Marcus entered into of his own free will.” Lindsey forced himself to shrug, unconcerned. “Just doing my job.”
“Which leads me back to my original question; just who do you think you are, Lindsey? That kid had a life!”
“A life he gave up all on his own, before I ever knew his name.” Even Angel had to see that there had been nothing Lindsey could have done. It had been too late before either of them had ever gotten involved.
The dark eyes dulled and flickered before rising again sadder than before, though for which of them Lindsey couldn‘t tell. “How can you be so cold?”
Crossing his arms and leaning his hip back against his desk, Lindsey smirked. "Simple. I'm the cute, fluffy kind of evil."
Which, of course, caused Angel to stop his renewed motion halfway between the door and the desk, as he had known it would. The dark eyebrows rose; half suspicion, half horrified fascination. "There's a cute, fluffy kind of evil?"
Lindsey just widened his grin, knowing he had him now. No matter the reason for his unexpected visit, there was no way Angel was going to walk of his office without an answer to that one. Why, just the idea of cute and fluffy evil was almost as unique as - say - a vampire with a soul. "Sure. Didn't you get the memo?"
A smile now, begrudgingly and faintly given, but a win nonetheless. "Apparently not.”
Which was Lindsey’s cue to push off of his desk and close the distance between them. Making sure to keep his movements open and non-threatening, he stopped a foot or so away from the vampire, the differences in their heights forcing him to look up as he purred, "Well then. Allow me to catch you up.”
The amused snort was almost endearing. Sarcastic, but endearing. “You do that.”
“I,” Lindsey smirked and began to move forward again, this time slowly but inexorably maneuvering Angel until he had the vampire’s back against the wall with its classic and yet tastefully understated artwork that screamed money but said little else. “I am the cute, fluffy kind of evil. I don’t go in for blood.” His good hand felt along the dark slacks, along the cheap leather belt and expensive black silk shirt until he found Angel’s wrist where, once he had it, he pushed it flat against the wall. “Carnage.”
Using his body to do what his right hand couldn’t, he pinned the larger body back along with the wrist.
“Lindsey.”
As a warning, the sudden, tentative bark of his name wasn’t very effective.
“Violence.” he continued. Nosing in against Angel’s throat, Lindsey felt the automatic flexing of the arm he held in the movement of tendons and muscle against the palm of his hand. He allowed his voice to drop into the sexy rasp that had snared many people, human and other alike. “And speaking of violence, don’t think I don’t know how many ways you could get out of this, many of them without hurting me, which I know is a big thing with you. Not hurting people.”
“No.” Angel swallowed. “Not unless they make me.”
The smile that curved against the black silk collar was dark and probably more than just a little twisted. The fact that Angel had to clear his throat before he could respond only made that smile grow a little more.
“Uh…so. Fluffy evil?”
Tilting his head back to offer, invite and claim the kiss Angel was even now bending down to give him, Lindsey smiled. “Definitely.”
And definitely evil judging from the thrill that flared through him as their lips touched, sending a shiver of cold through his blood until the fire caught up with them. Angel’s free hand curled around his ass before skimming up his back to tug on his hair until the large hand buried itself there, carefully cradling his skull.
Pressing closer, Lindsey didn’t bother to hide the groan that escaped into the kiss, or the very telling erection that was even now pressing against the vampire’s hip. Apparently Lindsey wasn’t the only one looking to hold onto a little something for himself in a world polluted by the very firm he worked for; not if the lips that moved to nibble along his jaw were anything to go on.
“Lindsey…” His name again; this time a benediction…a plea maybe, more than a warning. Either way, as far as Lindsey was concerned, there was only one answer to the question.
Spoken urgent and broken against the collar of Angel‘s shirt. “Yes.”
The low groan of his name had him releasing his hold on the vampire’s wrist, Angel immediately bringing that arm up around to pull them in closer, the lips now pressing against his neck in open-mouthed little kisses undoing him more than any sly seduction ever could. It was just too fucking *honest*.
He knew what Angel wanted; knew it for what it was and far more completely than Angel did, only because he not only wanted it, but was going to make damned sure he had it.
Even if he had to strip naked to have Angel’s fangs in his neck in the middle of a fucking Senior Partner’s meeting.
End