Title: Sharing
Author: Trowa B
Rating: FRT
Notes: For elebridith over at comment_fic
Summary: It's good to share.
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"Oi!" Spike exclaimed, advancing on the man crouched in front of the filing cabinet where most of the more esoteric case files were kept. He had taken a moment to admire the way the man filled his clothes before calling out, never one to turn down eye candy.
The man startled, coming to his feet and slamming the drawer shut as he did so.
"Find what you're looking for pet?" Spike continued, crowding the man against the cabinet, wary of Lindsey's magically attached hand as he pressed his full length against the shorter man, pinning him in place.
There was a snort behind him, before Lindsey's voice said, "Now ithat's/i interesting. Y'always feel that way?"
Eyes widening, he started to turn but suddenly the other Lindsey – presumably the real one – was pressed against his back. "Spike," Lindsey said, "This is Eliot. He's my brother. Say hello." As the other man spoke, a hand cupped Spike's jaw, gently closing his lax jaw. From the angle it could only have been the hand Wolfram and Hart had given him. "We share lots of things."
Eliot grinned up at him, a conspiracy of teeth. "I think he's shy," he chortled, reaching between them and grabbing Spike's crotch. "Or not."
Spike whimpered.