A Little Less Conversation

Title: A little less conversation
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, language, smut, violence. Almost a PWP.
Sers:ers: Season 4 Ats, 'Deep Down'
Pairings: Lindsey/Connor
Summary: Lindsey uses knowledge to his advantage; after all, what else has he got to lose?
Setting: Just before 'Deep Down' S4 Ats
Feedback: angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk
Distribution: If you've had my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them.
Author's notes: Answer to May's Castaways challenge on M-Mslashaholics. And just as a point, they're not wearing a condom, not because I was too lazy to write it, but because it would ruin the whole pace. And it's not like Connor went to sex ed classes. And the fact this doesn't make any sense? That's what I was aiming for, honestly. It has no meaning, no hidden plot, no logic of any kind. Deal with it.

*****

He idly waited in the same spot he'd been for the better part of the last few days, watching the same old spot for the same old person to eme

The sea crashing into the wall behind the rail he leaned on soothed him, he liked the sea at night. Violent, cold...dangerous.

Reminded him of someone.

A dark figure ducked out from the hole in the building, stalking through the night like a cat, each movement agile and tense with anticipation. The figure looked round, hair flying with each movement of his head, the wind attacking him with little care.

He continued on into the night, no idea the man was watching him, waiting until the right moment to follow.

It came.

He followed.

*****

Connor pushed past the people in the streets, his eyes focused on where he was heading. Scents of humans, demons and death assaulted his nostrils as he walked. LA was still taking some getting used to.

But one thing wasn't right. He sensed it. Someone was close, someone that wasn't supposed to be.

He swung around the corner, into an alleyway, hiding in a doorway entrance, out of sight.

Minutes passed.

Footsteps got louder.

Connor waited.

The moment the figure stepped into view, Connor slammed into it, shoving it against the wall, making it impossible for the stalker to move.

"What do you want?" Connor hissed in the man's ear.

Lindsey smiled; despite the fact his cheek was being pushed against a rough and cold brick wall and his bones were being crushed under Connor's healthy grip, he was still amused by the situation. "I'd have thought that was obvious, Angel."

Connor tightened his grip. "What did you call me?"

"It's your name isn't it?" Lindsey smirked. "The name he gave you. Connor Angel."

"Yeah, well you can call me Connor. Better yet, tell me who you are." Connor demanded.

"An old enemy of Angel's. A new friend of yours." Lindsey said, carelessly. "But that's not why I'm here."

"And why are you here?" Connor asked.

"Here? I never left. Always been here. Watching them. Watching you." Lindsey explained. "Watching *her*."

"Who?"

"Your mother." Lindsey replied, his tone gaining a little emotion at the mention.

Connor faltered, nothing this man was saying condemned him or exonerated him from whatever guilt Connor could think of. The man was not a friend of Angel's though, and perhaps that was enough.

He didn't relax his grip.

"Why are you following me?" Connor asked again.

"I've been watching you carefully. You're so much like him. But you've already out smarted him. I like that. Your mother would be real proud." Lindsey smiled as Connor began to let go of him. The moment he could, he spun round, knocking Connor back. A weapon appeared from his sleeve, pointing directly at Connor's neck. "I wanted this to be with him. But maybe I was asking too much. But you...you're even better."

"Who ever you are, you better put that thing down. You really don't wanna piss me off." Connor warned.

"I tried so hard to kill him." Lindsey said, softly. "All mixed together in the end. Hate, lust, fear and want...It was all the same when she left. When I saw the truth."

"That you're crazy? I'm beginning to see that too." Connor smirked.

Lindsey laughed and put the weapon down, taking his eyes off Connor in an effort to show him he meant him no harm.

Connor began to walk round Lindsey slowly, watching carefully. "You still haven't told me what it is you want."

"You. I want you." Lindsey told him, stepping forward and smiling as Connor unintentionally took a step back. "Two years I've waited and watched and it's time, Angel...can't wait any more."

"I'm not Angel." Connor hissed. "You want him, you better start looking. He's missing."

Lindsey laughed. "To them, yes. To you? I don't think so..."

Connor's eyes darkened. "You know."

"I know." Lindsey repeated. "And you know what thay aay about a little knowledge..."

"It gets you in trouble." Connor finished.

"Not here for trouble, boy." Lindsey told him, stepping a little closer. "Here for you. Just you."

"You want to kill me, is that it?" Connor smirked. "Take your best shot." "Why"Why would I want to kill you?" Lindsey asked. "Me and you have so much in common. I was really hoping we could get to know each other..."

"Sorry, but I'm not big on the whole friends deal." Connor retorted.

"Who said anything about friends?" Lindsey asked. "All I want from you..." He broke off and moved forward, practiced speed pushing his body into Connor's before the boy could react. Lips pressing against lips, hands touching where hands are supposed to touch.

It took so long to process that this could be happening, that Connor did nothing at first. His hands moved up to Lindsey's torso and shoved him back, the look of surprise and actual interest playing with contradiction on his face.

"That was a big mistake." His growled.

"We'll see." Lindsey answered, reflectively.

Connor couldn't work out whether to kill him or not. He was human, but whether he was an ally or and enemy was still unclear. But regardless, this man knew Connor's secret and that meant he had to do what he had to do.

"Deciding on whether to kill me or not?" Lindsey asked, cocking his head as he read Connor's expression. "You make the same faces your dad did. He couldn't decide whether to kill me or not either. You think that says the same about you that it did about him?"

Connor frowned.

"Kill 'em or fuck 'em? Big question. You're young, you don't get that yet. I do. Now. And Angel might have too if someone hadn't given him a one-way ticket underwater. But none of that matters. Because I still get to see it. Next generation."

"You've lost your mind." Connor accused.

"Perhaps." Lindsey shrugged. "Don't care either way. But you understand me. I've appealed to something more powerful than logic. Just give it time. Then you'll be the one seeking me out. Maybe then we can have a little less conversation..."

Connor said nothing, just watched as Lindsey began to walk away. A thought flashed through his mind and he reached for the knife in his pocket.

"Your secret's safe with me, Connor." Lindsey said, without turning back. "Angel's staying for for now. It's the way it's supposed to be."

Connor just glared after him, too confused and overwhelmed by everything the man had said. He slid the knife back into place and headed back to the Hyperion. He wanted to know exactly who this person was. And why he'd made no clear distinction between attacking, groping and claiming alliance.

*****

"Why so interested all of a sudden?" Gunn asked, watching Connor pull files out from the cabinet. "We've gone over this."

"I wanna know about the enemies we checked. Pictures, names, location and motive." Connor demanded. "The search is taking too long. He could still be out there somewhere."

Fred looked up at Gunn. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Fine, it's not like we actually need sleep anyway." Gunn snorted, walking in and taking a few of the files from Connor. "Right, this guy was let go because he had a family. Angel spared him. Can't see him waiting two years then getting revenge for that."

"Is there anyone who's not in LA. Or you think isn't?" Connor asked. "Human's first."

"You not sharing info?" Gunn accused. "'Cause if you know something..."

"I don't know anything."

"Charles." Fred said, softly. "Just trust him, he knows what he's doing."

Gunn rolled his eyes. "Fine. All I can think of off the top of my head is our very own Wolfram and Hart rebel, Lindsey McDonald. Left when they fucked around with his hand. Hated Angel for cutting off his hand in the first place and taking Darla away from him..."

Connor immediately perked up. "My mother... His file. Where is it?"

Fred retrieved it and passed it over, frowning at Gunn. "You don't think he'd come back, do you?"

"Angel reckoned they parted on good terms." Gunn explained. "Can't see no reason he'd come back."

"If he ever left at all." Connor muttered, looking at the picture paper-clipped to Lindsey's info.

*****

Connor was glad when Fred and Gunn left him alone. He stared at the photo, having read the file from cover to cover several times. It didn't make sense; Lindsey had hated Angel, made his peace then left. That was it. No revenge material, unless Lindsey had been waiting for the right time. But Connor wasn't even sure if Lindsey was here for revenge. Lindsey might as well have been talking in riddles, for all Connor understood his intentions. It certainly didn\xplaxplain why Lindsey had tried to...

He closed his eyes and tried to remember everything. Touches, smells, words...

//"Me and you have so much in common. I was really hoping we could get to know each other..."//

He'd been rough, not desperate nor angry...just...stronger than Connor would have expected from a human trained only to talk people to death.

And the smell...something he knew. Want. Need even. Arousal and a hint of fear that Connor could only put down to the intensity of what Lindsey had wanted from him.

And something else...

The sea air, sand, a distinct smell that Connor knew but couldn't place. Something that would lead him directly to the lawyer if he could just remember...

*****

Breaking through the crowd, Connor followed his senses back to the warehouse he'd been the night before. It was all he could go on. The scent was too familiar; he'd been wherever it was Lindsey was hiding.

He had a few weapons concealed within his clothing, though he wasn't sure if he would even need them. There was still something he didn't understand and he needed to know. What Lindsey wanted with him. It was a thought that had plagued him ever since the meeting. He couldn't get the kiss out of his head and he just knew if he went there again he'd know for sure what it was *he* wanted with Lindsey.

As the warehouse came into view, Connor looked it over, checking all exits for signs of life, and of course if he were to need to use those exits...

He walked on.

Slipping inside, he silently moved through the halls and rooms until he came to the main area of the abandoned warehouse. He heard nothing but the sound of his own breathing.

"You came."

He spun round, shock betraying him. "You...You're not human..."

"What makes you think that?" Lindsey asked, amused by the concept.

"Something about you is...wrong. You can't be." Connor accused.

"I'm more human than you'll ever be." Lindsey told him. "Just a different kind of human to that I was before..."

"Before what?" Connor asked as Lindsey looked away.

"That's not important right now." Lindsey told him, regaining his composure. "What's important is that you came to me."

"I had to make sure you weren't going to go spilling any secrets." Connor said, cockily.

"That's not why you're here." Lindsey told him, stepping closer to the boy. "You came back because you want more. We all want more."

Connor remained still, no emotion on his face, as Lindsey leaned in closer, whispering in his ear.

"Isn't that right?"

Connor swallowed, trying to find his voice again. "What have you done to me?"

Lindsey laughed and pulled back. "You think this is me? My fault? You know, I once said the same thing to Angel. I thought it was his fault, everything I felt. But he felt it too. He was just stronger than me. What you want, what you feel, it's all in here."

Connor flinched as Lindsey pressed his hand against Connor's chest. " I feel the need to kill you right now."

Lindsey's hand clenched, grabbing Connor's shirt and pulling their bodies together, not at all surprised when Connor let him. "You came to kill me? Do it. I'm way overdue. But first, let me give you one last present to remember me by." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Connor's, deepening the kiss until the boy responded. The desperation in both parties grew out of control and soon the kiss became a battle for dominance, their hands joining the fray as Lindsey began to tear at each Connor's clothes.

"Why are you doing this?" Connor whispered, his body responding without control until he wondered if maybe it was even him anymore.

"You're doing it too." Lindsey murmured, as his hands pulled at the waistband onnornnor's jeans.

"We can't..."Connor protested. "I can't..."

"Then leave." Lindsey said, simply, looking into Connor's eyes, letting his hands move across the exposed chest before him.

Connor tried, every thought in his head wanting to get out of there, afraid by the animalistic need Lindsey had appealed to. But he couldn't. Couldn't turn away, couldn't stop himself. He had to finish it. Had to know what it was like, had to feel whatever it was Lindsey was offering.

"Thought so." Lindsey smirked; his hands sliding up from Connor's chest until they cradled the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. Connor gave up. He lost himself in the kiss and let the need take over.

As more and more clothes fell to the floor, Connor stepped back, breathing hard and looking Lindsey over. He smiled slightly, before shoving Lindsey hard.

Lindsey fell back, his back colliding with the cold floor, painfully. He was soon joined by Connor, straddling his hips. He leant over, bare skin now touching bare skin as their bodies seemed to merge together.

Lindsey managed to roll them over, now on top. He began to kiss Connor's neck, his hands finding what they were looking for.

Connor uttered a groan as Lindsey's hand clasped his hard cock, moving with a slow and controlled pace. His hips bucked from under the other man, trying to get more relief, but Lindsey seemed happy doing it his way.

"Faster." Connor barked, his hands now clenched with raw need. "Fuck..."

Lindsey just smiled as he watched the desperate teenager writhe under him. Control. It was all about control.

"Please..." Connor hissed franticly.

"I wonder if he begs as pretty as you?" Lindsey pondered, laughing as Connor's eyes flared and he angrily pushed Lindsey off, climbing back on and holding Lindsey's wrists down.

"You'll never know." Connor smirked, before kissing Lindsey with brutal force.

Lindsey groaned from under him and Connor revelled in his regained power.

"Fuck me..." Lindsey begged, need taking over.

Connor hesitated, he had no idea what he was doing, but he couldn't let that show. He wanted to keep his control. Needed it to stay sane. He moved back, trying to work out what he was supposed to do.

Lindsey saw the uncertainty in his eyes and smiled. He went to switch positions, but Connor didn't like that idea. He was shoved back down. He felt Connor's cock pushing into him, and then the pain hit him.

"Too tight, can't..." Connor moaned.

"Lube..." Lindsey murmured. "Pocket..."

Connor frowned, before looking around for Lindsey's discarded pants. His hands felt around before locating a small tube. He pulled it out and examined it.

"Put it on." Lindsey told him. "Hurry up."

He hesitated again, so Lindsey bucked him off, grabbing it off him. "Let me."

Connor watched as Lindsey coated his own cock in lube, before guiding Connorn onn onto his front. Connor groaned as he felt Lindsey's finger slip inside him. He tried to keep his control, but he felt it slipping away. He couldn't breathe; he needed more so badly he thought he might suffocate. "Lindsey..." He ga, fe, feeling another finger inside him, stretching him. So uncomfortable, but so good...he needed more...

"You've done your homework." Lindsey smiled, thrusting a third finger inside, delighting in the reaction from beneath him.

"Wasn't hard..." Connor replied.

Lindsey smirked. "Is now." He pulled his fingers out placed his cock at Connor's entrance. With one push, his cock thrust inside, eliciting a cry of pain from Connor. "Relax, just take it..."

Connor just groaned. "Harder."

Lindsey was happy to oblige. "That's it, hurts real good, doesn't it?"

Connor began to push back against Lindsey's thrusts, grunts of pain and pleasure being uttered with each one.

"So tight..." Lindsey groaned, thrusting deeper and harder.

Connor gasped as Lindsey hit his prostate, sending waves of pleasure through him. He lifted himself off the floor as much as he could under Lindsey and began to bring himself off, his hand moving with every thrust.

Lindsey continued to hit that spot inside Connor, watching as Connor's whole body tensed and a cry of pleasure sounded from beneath him.

The sounds drove him on and he picked up speed, pounding into Connor until his own body shook and he came with a feral moan.

*****

"Maybe next time I can do you." Connor said, with a little smile.

Lindsey put on his jacket to hide his now tattered shirt. "Next time?"

Connor actually looked away nervously. He couldn't believe he'd been reduced to this. "No next time?"

Lindsey looked at him. "Been waiting for that a long time, kid. I can leave now."

Connor frowned. "This was all about him, wasn't it?"

"Catch on quick, don't ya?" Lindsey teased, looking down at the still half dressed boy, untangling his jeans.

"Maybe I should kill you now." Connor said, idly.

Lindsey turned and walked away. "Maybe you should."

Connor watched him disappear into the shadows before dressing himself quickly. He stood and chased after Lindsey.

But there was no sign he'd even been there.

He tried to trace the scent, but Lindsey and sex covered his body and it was all he *could* smell.

"Lindsey!"

Silence.

Connor walked outside and towards the edge of the platform. He leaned against the rails and looked down at the sea, crashing against the wall, sending a spray of water high into the air.

He began to think of his father and thingsings Lindsey had told him.

//"I thought it was his fault, everything I felt. But he felt it too. He was just stronger than me."//

He smiled to himself and walked away slowly, heading home.

*****

The End