A Canadian Interlude

Title: A Canadian Interlude
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey/Oz/Wesley and variations of the four.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They belong to Joss. I do not make money from the writing of this, it is purely entertainment. I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: “I will never, ever abandon you,” I reply fiercely. “I know.” “You and the mutts are mine.” He smiles and relaxes under me. Bubbysbub asked what their life was like in Canada, this fic was the result.
Series: This is fourth in my Belonging series and you will need to read the others first. The first one was The Watcher and the Wolf. Then The Rocky Road to Belonging and third Desoto Sex.
Beta: Bubbysbub, completely and utterly rocks!
Feedback: Please, please, please. I crave it
Part: 2/3
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Strong Language for this Chapter as well as M/M sex.

Chapter Two – A Normal Day

Wesley’s POV

I slowly awake to feel someone reposition me. Pushing a pillow under my hips so that my ass is elevated. I moan softly, still not fully awake, but spread my thighs as far as they go. I love the sexy feeling I get being so intimate with the three men around me. They let me be as demanding, as pushy, as downright slutty as I want and there aren’t any repercussions, apart from regularly getting screwed through the mattress. I moan as a body mounts me, its astounding to me how much I like being filled, or at least it was, now I just accept it.

“Yeah, that’s it slut, just take it,” I hear a dirty cockney voice whisper in my ear. I groan knowing that it’s my Master using me, something that never fails to get me hot. Not that I need it right now, I’m so hard, but reluctant to do anything about it. I remember back to last night, sucking Oz while Lindsey fucked me hard. I’d never come so hard than when he bit me. Wait a minute. He bit me? How did he? I move my arm to my neck and find a very real bite. I hear a lazy chuckle as his pace starts to quicken.

“Mmmm, Lindsey couldn’t control himself and bit you last night, but it didn’t hurt him. I don’t know why, but I could bite Oz too, and now I want to bite you, sink my mark deep into your neck so that no one can ever take you away from me. You’re mine, slut,” I shudder at his possessive tone, or maybe because of the way he’s pounding my prostrate, or the way he’s splitting me open.

“Please,” I beg.

“Yeah I know you want it, they way you’re fondling Lindsey’s mark is just hot.” I’m what?! Yes, I suppose I am, and I’m very reluctant to move my hand away, so I don’t.

“Please Master, I’m so hot and I want it, aching for it. To have you penetrate me twice over, to take all of me, please,” I beg, irrationally scared that he will deny me.

“Shh, pet, shhh. I’ve got you, you’ll get what you need, you’ll always get what you need with old Spikey.” I relax back into the mattress, letting the sensations wash over me. There’s no place I’d rather be right now. I feel him press into my back, all long lines and smooth skin. Spike is built like a Greek statue. I shudder as he licks Lindsey’s recent bite and anticipate that feeling again.

“I can’t wait, do it, I need it, need you.” Instead of answering he just slowly penetrates my neck and I gasp in mind-melting pleasure. I feel my orgasm rush over me and become lost in the pleasure.

*****

Lindsey’s POV

I smile over at Oz as I pick up the melody on my guitar that he is playing on his. He looks good in only sweat pants, his tattoo and my Sire’s bite mark standing out in stark contrast with his skin. Who knew bare feet could be so sexy? I’m similarly attired in jeans and nothing else as we play our instruments. We have quite the talent pool for musicians here. Spike has the most amazing sexy singing voice, which is not surprising after you hear him speak the first time. I can sing a little and play the guitar. Oz can also play bass and Lorne, of course, has his Karaoke background. Wesley had to learn piano growing up and he is quite good. The biggest surprise though was Faith, she is a mad drummer, something I never saw coming. The song finishes and Oz places his guitar on the table before sitting next to me on the spacious couch. He takes my guitar and places it out of the way before straddling my legs. We both know what Wesley and my Sire are up to in the bedroom and Faith, Ethan and Lorne are out the back training together. Well Faith is being taskmaster and putting the other two through their paces. Later Spike will do the same for us before Ethan takes Wesley aside and they work on his spell casting.

“Hey,” Oz breaks me out of my thoughts as he trails his hand down my face. “It’s been too long since you kissed me.” I smile at the invitation, pulling him closer before I lock lips with his. Oz groans at the touch and opens his mouth in invitation. I immediately slip my tongue inside. I love how hot he is, how I can feel his pulse running through him, as if his whole body is throbbing in time to his heart. Our tongues duel and I just can’t get enough. His heat, his taste, his blood. I suck his tongue into my mouth before lightly biting down on the tip. The copper taste of blood fills my mouth and I moan drinking him down, suckling on his tongue wanting more. I hear an answering moan in Oz as he starts to buck against me. I reluctantly let his mouth go, knowing he has to breath. Latching onto his ear, I whisper into his ear.

“So sexy, all I want to do is take you, can I?” I know his answer but I still need to ask, I remember from when I was human that asking instead of taking is important.

“Sorry Childe, you’re going to have to wait.” We both twist around to find Spike with Wesley at his side watching us.

“But SSSSIIIIRREE!” I whine before putting on my best pout.

“No. We need to get into town, there’s much to do.” Spike moves forward, handing me a shirt, shoes and my leather jacket while Wesley does the same for Oz. I notice the wolf is walking funny and the smell of sex clings to him. I smile and gaze at my Sire, seeing an answering smile on his face. No one can fail to see that Wesley is Ours now. Actually no one can fail to see that either of the wolves are Ours, as they are both wearing my Sire’s claim scar. If only I could wear it. I want it more than anything else, but unfortunately, as a vampire all scars heal, which is why vampires only wear their claiming scar, as its placed on their flesh when they’re still human. The initiative took that away from me. My Sire didn’t choose me to be his Childe. The initiative made it happen.

“Hey, number one, none of that, let’s get you dressed.” Strong arms are there helping me to become presentable. That nickname is all I need to hear to feel better. Spike might not have chosen me then, but he has now. He could have just staked me but instead I am his Childe, truly and completely. The nickname is a way for him to tell me that I’m always first in his eyes. I am his prodigy. As I do up my boot, a whirlwind of Faith, Lorne and Ethan come barging through the back door.

“We ready to go?” Faith asks impatiently.

“Yeah, lets get going. I need to talk to Bob while we’re in town.” We all follow Spike out the door like we’d follow him anywhere.

*****

Spike’s POV

I stroll down the main street of our own little utopia, nodding at anyone who acknowledges us. I know that having a Master Vampire of my status living as part of this community is a big boon for many of the inhabitants. I don’t care for status that much, but there are some advantages. For one, they listen when myself or one of Mine says something, which has kept the whole community out of a couple of prickly situations. I just have a bad feeling about this new situation that I just can’t shake. However I also can’t tell them to not accept these new refuges. They would probably do what I say, but it would lead to resentments and tensions we really don’t need. This place has been great for the seven of us, its given us the breather we needed. We’ve been able to solidify our group but I don’t see us staying here for forever. I don’t know what’s going to happen but I think at some point we will have to go back to California. I haven’t told the others of these thoughts because I might be completely wrong, only time will tell, but my intuition has almost always been right in the past. Oz slips up to walk beside me and I smile at the wolf. The arousal I could smell coming off him in waves back at the house has left, but I know he wishes we hadn’t interrupted them when we did. Too bad, there’s plenty of time for that later. Lorne holds the door to the community hall open for us and we slip inside one by one. The place is packed and full of activity, which stops as they catch sight of us. As I said we have a high standing here. Used to it, as a group we saunter up the front where May and Aiden are organising supplies for our new refuges.

“What needs doing?” I ask the obviously harried couple, ignoring everyone else.

“Hello Spike,” Aiden replies. “There’s a lot of lifting and carrying that we’d love some help with.” May gestured to the tables covered in all sorts of household goods such as pots and pans, sheets and towels, even a computer. The way things are set up here, all household goods that aren’t being used are kept in a central warehouse. They don’t leave it in empty houses because anyone who stumbled on the house might get suspicious at the immaculate condition of everything inside the seemingly abandoned place. Yes, they are paranoid, but its served them well so far. Neither are cars used in the settlement. The DeSoto is hidden in a rundown barn near our place, but it’s important not to leave tracks that someone could follow back to the settlement.

“Alright then, this packhorse is reporting for duty.” I mock salute before turning back to my entourage. My friends, my family. I still miss my old family Drusilla, Angelus, even that bitch Darla and the ‘mightier than thou’ Penn, but those days are long gone and as much as I hope to be reunited with them one day, even though it’s a fools hope, I would never trade my family now to get them back. The wolves, my Childe, the Slayer, the mage and the demon are all mine and that’s the way its going to stay.

“Let’s get started.” I command and everyone springs into action at my command. Sometimes I just can’t help feel that life is good.

*****

Oz’s POV

Just as I’m storing the last of the pots in the kitchen of a house identical to ours, someone knocks on the front door. Lindsey looks up from where he was programming the microwave and tenses. I wish I could promise him that there was nothing to tense about but I’m doing it too. After what we’ve been through I’d be surprised if we weren’t cautious. I sniff and recognise May’s smell mixed with a few others. It’s enough to make me relax and I straighten up heading for the door. Faith beats me there, opening it to May and a family group that look human, but don’t smell that way at all. They cower away from us, bunching together and I step back giving them some room. They act like we did when we first got here, jumping at every shadow.

“Sorry to startle you, I’m Faith. Why don’t you come in we’re just storing the last of your supplies and then we’ll be out of your hair.” I have never heard Faith sound so soothing. In some ways she is a completely different person to the one I first met in Sunnydale. May ushers the newcomers in and I back up until I encounter Lindsey’s chest. He wraps his arms around me automatically and I lean back into him, feeling secure.

“Thankyou, I don’t know how to thank you.” The older man stammered out holding a child to him while the woman hugged two more small children. “I’m Randell and this my wife Marie. The children are Greg, Sam and Sally-May.”

“I’m Oz,” I reply. “This is Lindsey behind me, the others are around somewhere, but why don’t we move into the lounge room?” They stayed staring where they were and we shared mystified glances with May.

“He’s… he’s a vampire and she’s a vampire slayer.” He protested, and I wonder how I can explain. Luckily for me Spike chose that precise moment to move into the room.

“They both answer to me. Neither will harm you.” The youngest child squealed in fright and was suddenly green and covered in spikes. I’ve never seen that type of demon before. Spike sighed and motioned for us to move.

“Look you’re obviously tired and it a lot to take in. Why don’t we come back tomorrow and talk then.” All the poor family can do is nod, so we take our leave.