Part Forty
Iam sat sullenly outside Principle Snyder’s inner office. He was waiting for his uncle to finish speaking to Snyder.
“Hey.”
Startled, Iam looked up. It was the red-haired boy from last night. “Oh, hello.”
“S’up?”
Iam sighed in irritation. “Just waiting for them to decide my fate in there,” he gestured to the inner office door.
Oz quirked one eyebrow and sat down next to Iam. “I’m Oz.”
“Remarkable,” sneered Iam. “You can actually string more than one word together at a time.” When he saw the slightly hurt look on the other boy’s face, he apologized. “Sorry. I’m not in the best mood. And you certainly can convey plenty with what you do say. Ah, I’m Iam.”
“Cool. S’ok.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the muffled conversation coming through the door. “So, why are you here?”
“New. Need my class schedule.”
“Oh.”
“You fight a lot?”
Iam was confused by the question. “What?”
“Last night?”
“You saw that? Uh, well, I guess so. But I never start the fights.”
“Understandable.”
“Yeah, sorry about dragging Veronica away from you last night.”
“No problem. Think I like her sister better anyway.”
The door to the office opened, startling both boys. Snyder and Giles walked out, still arguing. Snyder turned to Iam. “Well, William, it looks as though you’re getting another chance. But one more fight, and you’re expelled.” He got an evil glint in his eyes as though he was picturing throwing Iam out of school.
Giles sighed and headed out of the office. “Come on, Iam. We need to have a talk.”
Glancing at Oz as he left, Iam smiled weakly. “See you later, Oz.”
“Later.”
*ring*
“Hello?”
“Whit? It’s Eoin.”
“Hey, so Feich got a hold of you?”
“Yeah, look, I’m already in LA, so I’m going to drop in on Linds and see what’s going on. I don’t want the rest of you coming here until we’re sure something’s going on, alright?”
“But…”
“No buts, Whit. I want you to stay in Seattle.”
“He’s my twin. I should be there, too.”
“Dammit, Whitney. You are NOT cut out for this kind of stuff. Besides, Daithi and Aiden refused to stay put, so I told them to go visit you. So there.”
“Argh! Eoin, you treat us like kids.”
“I’m your big brother. That’s my job. Now stay put until you hear from me.”
“Fine, fine. Wait… Is Aiden bringing Devon?”
“Of course. Don’t worry, you’ll still only need two beds.”
“Grrr, noisy boy love in my guest room, just what I need.”
Eoin laughed. “Anyway, I’ve got to go. Don’t cause too much trouble when the others get there.”
“Who, me?”
“Keep practicing, Whit. That innocent tone isn’t getting any more believable. Who’s the one who ran CJ off?”
“He never stopped talking! And he was SO wrong for Aiden!”
“Whatever. Bye, Whit.”
“Later, Eoin.”
Eoin checked the address again. He was in the right place. Lindsey certainly didn’t blow them all off for some piddling little firm. He walked into the lobby of the law firm and headed for the receptionist’s desk. “Hi, I need to see Lindsey MacDonald, please.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. I just…”
“Would you like to make an appointment?”
Eoin took a deep breath to calm himself. “No. Is he busy right now? I won’t keep him long.”
“Let me check.” She moved over to a small phone, away from the desk, where Eoin couldn’t hear what was being said. She dialed two numbers. “Mr. Cambridge?”
“Yes?”
“There’s a gentleman here to see Mr. MacDonald.”
“I see. Well, Mr. MacDonald is a bit… tied up at the moment. Can he wait, oh, say a half an hour?”
“Certainly. Thank you, Mr. Cambridge.” She hung up the phone and returned to her seat. “Mr. MacDonald will be available to see you in half an hour. Feel free to have a seat.”
Vincent turned back to Lindsey, smirking. The younger lawyer was naked and bent over his desk, held in place by several silk ties. He stepped behind Lindsey and ran his hands up the smooth skin.
Lindsey whimpered quietly.
Vincent laughed cruelly at the small sound and rammed his hard length into Lindsey’s unprepared hole. He paused, reveling in Lindsey’s cry of pain, then began thrusting brutally.
Lindsey was groaning in pain as Vincent continued to pound into him. He was being pushed painfully into the edge of the desk with every thrust. “Please,” he whimpered, “please, stop…”
“Why would I do that?” asked Vincent, slamming into Lindsey with each word for emphasis. As he neared his orgasm, his movements became faster and harsher until he exploded into the younger man’s tight ass, stifling his yell by biting into Lindsey’s shoulder.
Vincent pulled out of Lindsey and untied the young man, who slumped to the floor. As he headed for his private bathroom, he called over his shoulder, “If I were you, I’d get cleaned up. There’s someone waiting for you in the lobby.”
Lindsey stared at himself in the mirror of the men’s room. He hoped the bitemark was not noticeable through his shirt. It took three minutes for the damn thing to stop bleeding. He ran his hands through his hair and left the bathroom, heading for the elevators.
Stepping out into the lobby, Lindsey headed for Cheryl, the receptionist. Halfway there, he was stopped by a shout. “Lindsey!”
Lindsey stopped dead. “Eoin? What are you doing here?” ‘Damn, damn, damn. He’s going to be able to tell for sure.’
“I haven’t seen you for a while. And I was in town, so I thought I’d stop by for a quick visit.” Eoin looked Lindsey over critically. “What happened to your shoulder?”
Lindsey jumped in surprise when Eoin started prodding at the apparently still bleeding bitemark. He pulled away. “Nothing. Why don’t we go to my office? There’s less people around,” said Lindsey, looking pointedly at Cheryl, who was watching them with interest.
“Well, sure,” drawled Eoin, worried about Lindsey. He looked as though he hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately, and that wound on his shoulder looked awfully fresh.
Once in Lindsey’s little office, Eoin pushed Lindsey into one of the chairs. “Alright, little brother, spill. What’s going on?”
“W-what do you mean?” asked Lindsey, cringing a little. He remembered what Eoin was like when he lost his temper.
Eoin stared at Lindsey for a minute. “I mean, you look like hell, Linds. You’re bleeding in a weird place, you’re walking kind of funny, and Whit overheard an odd conversation about a week ago.”
“Wait, Whit heard…” whispered Lindsey, suddenly remembering that he’d been holding the receiver the entire time. “Shit.”
Eoin narrowed his eyes, and started to speak, but was interrupted.
“Linds, baby, guess what?” Jesse said excitedly as he bounded into the room. “I got…” He stopped short when he saw there was another person in the room. He stared at the man who looked like an older version of Lindsey. “Uh…”
Relieved at the interruption, Lindsey got up and pulled Jesse into the room. “Jesse, this is my oldest brother, Eoin. Eoin, this is my boyfriend, Jesse.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Eoin, smiling as he held out his hand.
Jesse stared at the man for a minute, noticing the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He took his hand tentatively. “Yeah, nice to, uh, meet you, too.”
“Lindsey, you need to keep us better informed, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. Here I was thinking you were living the bachelor life.”
“No, I, well, he’s…”
Vincent peeked into the room. “Jesse? Good, you’re here. Weren’t you going to come say hello? And I want to see your test scores. You can play with Lindsey later. Come on.” He left.
Jesse blushed furiously, and headed out the door.
Eoin stared after the boy incredulously. Then turned back to his brother. “Lindsey, he can’t possibly be older that fifteen. What are you thinking?”
“He’s sixteen, and that’s none of your business.”
“Is that even legal?”
“Eoin, let it be.”
“Who was that man?” Eoin leaned over and started fiddling with things on Lindsey’s desk.
“That’s Vincent Cambridge. He’s my mentor and Jesse’s father.”
“Interesting. So was that who you were talking to?”
Lindsey stared at Eoin in confusion. “What?”
“The other night,” said Eoin. “And sit back down, you’re making me nervous.”
Lindsey flopped into his chair. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Whit must have been hearing things.”
Eoin leaned close, “Then he was hearing some pretty wacked out shit. Cause he said he heard you agree to sell your body to keep someone safe. Who? That boy, Jesse? Linds, if you’re in trouble, you know you can always tell me.”
“There’s nothing going on! Why can’t you just trust me?”
“Because you have a penchant for attracting trouble, Linds. I’m surprised you’re not dead by now. But if you don’t want my help, far be it for me to inflict myself on you anymore. I’ll just be going.”
Eoin started to get up, but Lindsey stopped him. “Look, Eoin, I don’t mean to make you mad. Don’t go. How about Jesse and I take you out for dinner, and then you can see our new place?”
Eoin frowned, but agreed. “Alright, but… Can you just leave like that?”
Lindsey snickered. “It’s quitting time, Eoin. Of course I can.”
“What is this?” asked Faith, inspecting the odd door. “Why is it locked?”
“We don’t know, Chief,” said Gorres. “We’ve tried everything, but we can’t get it open.”
“Well, try harder.” Faith noticed something to one side of the door and stepped closer. A small compartment was hidden to the left of the door. When closed properly it would obviously be undetectable unless you knew what you were looking for. “I love idiots,” snickered Faith, pulling the key to the door out. “They make my job so much easier.”
After making sure Gorres was in position, Faith carefully opened the door. “Oh, hello! Miss Edith says you came to take me home!”
Faith stared incredulously. It was the girl that was missing from Sunnydale. “Druscilla O’Malley?”
“Would you like some tea?”
“Rupe! Why are you here?” asked Liam, surprised.
“I need stress relief. Iam is going to be the death of me. He was fighting, again! And now Hubert is being such a wanker.”
“Calm down, Rupe. Breathe.” Liam shut the door to his office, locking it at the same time. “What’s he done now?”
“If Iam gets into one more fight, he’ll be expelled.”
Liam pulled Giles into his arms. “Why don’t you forget about that for a while?” he murmured. “Isn’t that why you came here?”
“Well… oh,” moaned Giles, when Liam started nibbling on his ear. “Yes…” He tangled his fingers in Liam’s hair and pulled him in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into his lover’s mouth.
Liam stroked Giles’ tongue with his own, eliciting a moan from the older man. He unbuttoned Gile’s shirt frantically, desperate to feel skin. The two pulled apart briefly, tearing off their clothes.
Then Giles had Liam bent over the desk. “Do you have lube?” he asked.
Liam grabbed a tube of lubricant out of his lower desk drawer and pressed it into Giles’ hand. “Here, now, please, Rupe. I need you.”
Giles didn’t even raise an eyebrow when Liam handed him the lube. He slicked up his fingers and immediately pushed two into Liam’s tight hole.
“Yes…” moaned Liam as Giles plunged his fingers in and out quickly. He groaned when the fingers left, then whimpered when something larger took their place. Liam braced himself against the desk as Giles’ large cock penetrated his body.
Giles set a hard, fast pace thrusting in and out of Liam’s tight channel. He rode his lover hard, gripping Liam’s hips, leaving bruises in the soft flesh. He slammed in again and again, hitting Liam’s prostate almost continuously. The younger man came with a loud yell, and the spasming muscles around his cock pulled Giles’ orgasm from his body.