Fic: In Too Deep and Out of Time, Xander/Lindsey, prompt - Antikythera

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So I could not make this prompt fit into The Dark World - no way, no how. I tried three different things and it wasn't working. So Stanzie came up with this. I hope you like.

Written for the tamingthemuse prompt - Antikythera and the smut_69 prompt - Heated #50.

Title: In Too Deep and Out of Time
Pairing: Xander/Lindsey
Prompt: Antikythera
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Summer between Season Three of BtVS and Season One of AtS.
Warnings: Dub-con, prostitution, dirty talk.
Word Count: 1,985
Author's Note: Title and lj cut quote from the song "Let it Die" by The Foo Fighters.

Crossposting with tamingthemuse and smut_69.



In Too Deep and Out of Time


The room was cold – unnaturally cold. It hit Xander full in the face as he opened the door and stepped inside. He was sweating, droplets of fluid sliding down his spine to collect in the waistband of his jeans. The desert heat had soaked into his skin, his flesh, his being and the coolness felt wrong, harsh against his skin.

This was so out of place for the young boy that he trembled in worry, in anticipation. He tried to pretend it was the cold but he knew better. He figured his companion would as well.

Once he closed the door, he strained to focus, to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness in the small hotel room. Finally, he was able to make out the space of someone sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room. It was male, Xander could tell that much.

Unfortunately, that was about all.

He wasn't going to come to this room, was firmly against it, and if it weren't for the fact that he really needed to fix his car, he wouldn't have if he'd had a better option. But washing dishes was pretty much just covering food and lodging in this craphole of a nowhere town and Xander was getting desperate.

His boss had offered him a chance to dance on the main stage and make some extra cash.

Actually, offered is a bit generous. So was forced, if he was being truthful. Threatened would be closer to the mark.

It hadn't been nearly as bad as Xander had expected. Sure he'd gotten up in front of a bunch of nasty, sweaty men and stripped down to just his toolbelt, shaking his tackle as they yelled and groped him, stuffing money his belt. At least here, no one he knew was a witness to his humiliation.

When he'd found the business card tucked deep inside the pocket that normally held his hammer he'd considered simply throwing it away. But there was something about the invitation – simple, promising, mysterious. The front was announcing a law firm in LA, Wolfram and Hart, probably a prestigious company that Xander had never heard of. The name Lindsey McDonald was there as well, again not ringing any bells for the young man.

The back was even starker still – just a hotel name, room number and $500. He knew it was a bad idea, knew he shouldn't go, but it was nearly half of what he needed to get the car fixed and was desperate to get out of Oxnard, no matter what it took.

"You came," the deep whiskey voice drifted over to the young boy. The sound was rich and rough and made Xander shudder even harder. "Didn't think you would."

"Didn't think I would either," Xander admitted. "Not my kinda thing, you know?"

"I know," the man, Lindsey reminded himself, chuckled lightly. "That's why I asked you."

Xander nodded, not trusting his voice to answer, his shaggy sable locks flopping against his forehead and around his ears.

"So..?" he started to ask before he lost his nerve, but he was interrupted by Lindsey's command of, "Strip."

When he paused, Lindsey growled louder, "Now."

Trembling fingers pulled buttons from their holes, stripped cotton and denim from his body, his overheated skin dimpling with goosebumps as it was assaulted by the artificially cooled air. For the first time in – well, ever – Xander carefully folded his clothes and placed the orderly pile on the table by the door.

"Come here," Lindsey ordered from his perch on his chair.

Slowly, Xander made his way toward the seated man, his feet trailing in the plush carpet. It was soft and lush, so different from the nasty matted carpet in his own rented room. He never even knew there was a decent hotel in the town much less so close to his employer. He stood, naked and embarrassed; barely a foot before the waiting man, cupping his sex self consciously.

"What..?" Xander whispered, nervous and unsure. "What do you want me to do?"

The resulting chuckle was dark and deep. "Anything I say."

Even Xander couldn't blame his shudder on the chilled air any longer. He closed his eyes, trying to hide his shame.

"Stand in front of the mirror."

Moving slowly, the dark haired boy made his way around the bed in the center of the room to stand before the large mirror hanging on the wall. He stared at the image of himself, open and exposed. Lost in his self examination, he never heard the other man move behind him

Fingers, soft and supple, traced his shoulder blades before sliding down his spine until finally cupping the rounded globes of his ass. He bit back a moan, not wanting to be so open and needy in front of someone he didn't even know. Lindsey stepped closer, his cotton shirt and wool pants soft and sinuous against Xander's bare skin.

As he watched, Xander's hands were pulled away from his body only to be replaced by Lindsey's own, the other man's fingers framing Xander's awaking arousal. Lindsey's chin rested on his shoulder, looking at the display before them. It was only then that he noticed one hand was…off.

Lindsey apparently noticed. He trailed the left hand through the boy's dark curls, licking the curve of his neck before biting lightly on the tanned skin.

"Lost my hand in a fight," Lindsey explained softly as he licked the shell of Xander's ear.

"The other guy wasn't playing fair," Xander whispered huskily.

Lindsey laughed. "Never said I was playing fair either."

It was weird, feeling the contrast of flesh and plastic touching him, testing him. Lindsey stroked and pinched, exploring Xander in a way only the boy had ever done before. It was different and new, frightening and arousing all in one. He'd known he was attracted to men before; Angel, Spike and Larry had taught him that, but he'd never acted on it before.

Now he gasped as his cock twitched and filled, pulsing hard and needy in the lawyer's hand. Lindsey stroked him with a loose fist, licking and biting all the skin he could reach.

"So fucking hot," Lindsey whispered between sucking, slurping kisses. "Knew I had to have you. Take you. Break you. Fuck you until you screamed."

Xander's eyes fell closed as his head tipped back to rest on the other man's shoulder. He gasped and moaned slightly as Lindsey continued his work, whispering the filthiest things Xander had ever heard.

After what felt like an eternity, Xander was turned, moved and manipulated until he was on his hands and knees in the center of the bed, the covers still perfectly in place. Lips and teeth and tongue continued exploring the expanse of the boy's body as slick fingers found their way inside his body. Words he figured were meant to be encouragement washed over him through the hazy of new and confusing sensations. He squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling or get away he didn't know.

Before he was sure he was ready, he heard the familiar lowering of a zipper. He started to complain as he felt the bed dip between his spread thighs. Lindsey didn't hear his protests or simply didn't care as he positioned himself behind the frightened boy and thrust himself deep inside.

Xander cried out, his back arching at the harsh intrusion. Lindsey held him tight, keeping him still as he froze, buried to the hilt inside the boy's trembling body.

Xander panted heavily, riding out the pain as Lindsey's right hand gripped his hip tightly enough to bruise while the false left hand traced his spine. Finally, the pain abated and the boy whispered, "Okay."

The hardness inside him shifted as Lindsey pulled back before slamming back home again, his thrusts so hard he moved the boy across the bedclothes. Lindsey was cursing and panting, driving himself deep inside and Xander closed his eyes at the nasty words washing over him. He was shocked at how much the dirty talk and harsh treatment was exciting him.

"Touch yourself," Lindsey commanded, his thrusts coming faster and harder, pounding against the boy, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Xander immediately complied, dropping down to one elbow to reach beneath him with the other arm, stripping his dripping cock quickly. Suddenly, Lindsey shifted and Xander nearly leapt off the bed at the sensations shooting through him.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "Again."

That husky laugh rolled over him as the lawyer drove into him again, sending him over the edge with a harsh cry. Lindsey kept plowing into him until finally he stilled, his hips pressed tight against the boy's ass as he came with a low grunt.

They both collapsed forward, Xander crushed under the other man's weight. He allowed it for a few moments before he squirmed until Lindsey rolled off him and quickly stood. By the time Xander opened his eyes and rolled over, the other man was redressed and standing by the door, pulling his wallet from his jacket.

Xander, suddenly humiliated, wiped the sticky strings of come from his belly with the bed spread before shuffling over toward the table where he'd left his clothes. His body ached as he tried to redress, shocked at how much he hurt from the unusual treatment. As he grabbed his jeans, he accidentally knocked over the briefcase sitting on the chair. A folder fell out, spilling photos everywhere.

Reaching down to pick them up, Xander recognized the unusual stone instrument.

"Hey, I'm seen that before."

"You have?" the lawyer asked as he stepped toward him, five perfectly crisp one hundred dollar bills in his hand.

"I think so. What is it?"

Lindsey pulled the picture from Xander's fingers before replacing it with the money. "It's called an Antiythera mechanism. I've been looking for this one for the Senior Partners at my firm. They need it for a certain…project we are working on. Where did you say you'd seen it?"

"I didn't," Xander explained as he tenderly slipped on his jeans before tucking the bills in his back pocket for safe keeping. "But I'm pretty sure that's the one I'd seen at Angel's. He always had a lot of old stuff hanging around. That looks just like it."

"Angel," Lindsey practically growled.

"You know him?" Xander asked.

"I've run into him a time or two."

"Lucky you."

Lindsey was looking at him funny now and Xander's fight of flight mode started kicking in all over again. He felt like prey under the lawyer's harsh gaze.

"I think I'd better get going now," he said, his voice high and tight with fear.

As he turned to reach the doorknob, Lindsey whispered, "Just one more thing."

Xander turned to see what the other man wanted. He never saw the fist coming that struck him hard, knocking him out cold.

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Lindsey smiled to himself as the Z'arthra demons he'd been traveling with dumped the boy into the backseat of the rental car he was taking back to LA. Not only had he discovered where to find the last element he needed to complete the spell for the Senior Partners, but he'd acquired himself a new pet. One he hoped to taunt the vampire with at the earliest possible moment. No way the 'Champion' was going to miss out on a chance to rescue the tasty treat, whether they had ever been friends or not.

As he gripped the wheel, phantom pain shot through the fingers of his missing hand. He'd make Angel pay...and if he couldn't, the boy would have to take the punishment in the vampire's place.


~~~~~The End~~~~