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: 1/3
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Strong Language for this Chapter as well as M/M sex.

Chapter Three – Changes

Wesley’s POV

I watch as Lindsey frolics around us as we make our way through the forest towards our cabin. Faith, Lorne and Ethan are ahead of us, linked arm in arm and obviously wanting some alone time. My ass throbs pleasantly from my earlier activities as I watch Spike the master-seducer tease Oz. Unlike me, he hasn’t come since last night, and its funny how when you have regular sex you become perpetually horny. Wanting to come a couple of times a day at least. I can tell that he’s aroused and frustrated by Spike’s lingering, seemingly innocent, touches. I move closer, feeling my nipples harden in anticipation. Knowing that soon Lindsey won’t be the only one frolicking in the forest.

“Oi, you lot.” Spike suddenly yells out, interrupting the savage kiss between Ethan and Lorne while Faith watched avidly.

“What!” Ethan barks back in pissed off English tones. “If you didn’t notice, I was enjoying myself.”

“Yeah, well go enjoy yourself somewhere else. Go on, Scram.” Spike insists and Faith smirks knowing why he wants them gone before they flounce off together. They’re not going to waste the time they’ll have in the cabin without any of us being around. I watch as Oz stalks towards me after Spike has whispered in his ear.

“Oz,” I breathe, scenting him. I haven’t been with him in what seems like quite a while. Spike has been monopolising Oz when it’s the four of us together and as we don’t have the vampires stamina; the few times its been just us on our own we’ve been up for nothing more than just snuggling together. Not that I regret making the decision to join with the vampires. Not at all. It was the best decision I’ve ever made. Now I know I have people who care about me, for the first time in my life. I don’t regret saying goodbye to my old life at all. Suddenly he’s there sniffing my neck, my ear.

“You still smell of Spike,” he whispers in my ear and I shudder in his arms.

“Want to mark your scent back on me?” I ask, feeling my wolf come to the fore.

“Hey you two, before you get all hot and heavy. You haven’t had any training today.” We turn together and stare at Spike. Lindsey is mechanically stripping him and they are both in game face. I can’t help but smile, since becoming a werewolf my blood pumps harder at the thought of a chase or violence, especially in the last couple of months, now that we have complete control of the wolf. I have kept meticulous notes, unable to stop the detached clinical watcher part of me be extremely interested.

I start to strip, not wanting to tear up another pair of clothes because of the transformation. The cool air caresses my skin and I can’t help but feel free. The air is nippy, but I know that will all change when I change. As I pull my boxers down I let the change begin to take over. It is a curious sensation, one that I could never describe with any accuracy. I just don’t have the words in my vocabulary, which is ironic considering how wordy I am usually. Oz once described it as feeling like you’re being turned inside out without any pain. I shiver as my teeth elongate and fur pops out all over my body. I’m forced onto all four legs as the transformation finishes. My rational mind can now control the wolf side of me, but I still feel things differently in this form. Smells are so much more vivid, I can practically see them. I feel the call and all I want to do is run through the forest. To run, to hunt, and under that a deep urge, to mate. Well some things don’t change. I sniff Oz next to me, before sniffing Lindsey and then finally crawling up to the feet of my Alpha, Oz right next to me. I have to reach my tongue out and lick one pale ankle showing my respect for my leader. A hand latches itself into my fur, patting me behind the ear, right where I love it. I loll my tongue in appreciation.

“Alright wolves, lets see if you can keep up.” He takes off, as I knew he would, at full speed, not making it easy for us. We take off after him, Lindsey, Oz and myself running through the underbrush, following our Master. He twists and turns but without a sound, we are like the wind, bushes move as we pass but we make no sound. Running through the woods, the pack is together. The others are part of my family but these three are my pack, my home. I start to pant after a long while, feeling tired, but then I catch their combined scent. Their aroused scent. I decide I need to act. My wolf cannot hunt for meat, but it can hunt to mate. I watch Oz run gracefully just ahead of me and I get ready. We reach a clearing and it is the perfect place to put my plan into action. I get an extra burst of speed and rush into him knocking him to the ground. He tries to buck me off and I snarl making it obvious as to what I want. He starts to turn back into his human form and I hurry to do the same. I want to take him as a human. Usually I want to be the one taken but tonight I’m still too sore and I haven’t taken anyone for a very long time, as Oz is the only one that I can take as we are on equal footing. As I transform, Oz starts to kiss me, our half wolf mouths devouring each other as we become fully human again, at least in appearance, as we will never be fully human. I let go of his mouth to breathe and he whispers up to me.

“I was wondering when you would finally do that.” Oz talks more than he used to, at least to us. I smile at him.

“Maybe I was waiting for you to make the first move.” I kiss him again putting all the passion I can into the locking of our lips trying to devour his mouth. I start to buck against his naked body just feeling all that smooth slick skin against my own. This is Oz and we will never be apart.

“Oi, you were supposed to be chasing me, not each other,” an annoyed voice breaks my bliss. I start to scramble off Oz, wanting to prostrate myself at Spike’s feet and beg forgiveness. I can’t handle people being angry. Too many memories from my past resurface.

“Hey, hey Wes, I’m not angry, bloody hell, Oz grab him will ya?” I feel warm arms wrap around me stopping my mad rush.

“Shh, it’s alright Wes shh,” I curl up, still not completely with it and letting their conversation wash over me.

“I want to kill whoever hurt him this bad,” I hear Lindsey murmur but I just borrow further into Oz’s chest, knowing that I’m acting irrationally but not able to change it. I take comfort in his hands sweeping up and down my back. As I come back to myself I ignore the vampires, only paying attention to Oz. His hands feel good, real good and I turn my head from where it was resting on his collarbone to nibble at his neck. In response he grabs my butt cheeks massaging them, opening and closing them to Lindsey and Spike’s gaze, who I know are standing behind me. A finger trails down my crack and worms inside my body. I sit up with a gasp, pain and pleasure warring through me.

“Too sore?” Oz questions, ignoring my mini-freak out, for which I am grateful.

“A little but I want to take you. Please,” I beg. He rolls us over so that I’m on the bottom and I take it as a no.

“Let me ride your cock, yeah?” He suggests and I bring him down to kiss him again. What would I do without Oz? I don’t want to even contemplate the answer.

“Mmm, that sounds so good baby.”

“Hey, I think they’ve forgotten about us Linds,” Spike sounds amused, so I don’t answer, just focus on Oz. I do however, notice Oz suddenly bucking into me as a litany of ‘oh, oh yes’ streams from his mouth. I look up then to find Spike staring at us with golden eyes aroused and amused. It takes me a moment to find Lindsey and then its only a head bobbing right behind Oz. Oh, Lindsey is eating Oz out, that definitely explains his reactions.

“Lindsey, fuck, keep doing that and I’m gonna explode. I want Wes before then.” I smirk, it isn’t easy to turn down Lindsey’s agile tongue. I watch Lindsey pop up beside us.

“But I wanted that ass,” he pouts. “You promised it to me earlier, remember?” I watch Oz thinking, and I decide to stop this train of thought. For now, that ass is mine. My dick is hard against my stomach and I’m drooling at the thought of being inside of Oz.

“Back off, you can have your turn later,” I growl.

“No,” he growls right back at me.

“Hey, I’m right here, I’m not a piece of meat you can haggle over,” Oz protests but I don’t take my eyes away from Lindsey, hoping he’ll back down.

“Boys,” Spike speaks up for the first time in a while. “Why don’t you both take him?” My eyes widen at the thought and I watch as Lindsey’s do the same. On top of me Oz’s breath hitches and as much as I love the idea, I need to make sure he’s okay with it first.

“Hey, Oz, please let me know what you’re thinking.”

“Two cocks, one warm, one cool, ah, stretching me so wide, mm, yeah. I’m hard for it. I want it.” I can feel how hard he is, cock twitching next to mine.

“Mmm, you’ll look so pretty like that, while I take Lindsey, directing his movements so that you’ll have all three of us.” Spike hands me the lube, I don’t know how he came to have it, but I’m not going to protest, slicking up my hand as Oz sits on top of me. Legs over mine so that it spreads him wide. I know the vamps can see everything, see how those taut buttocks are spread wide revealing a tight puckered entrance that is soon going to be spread wide enough to take two cocks.

My hand covered in lube moves behind him as he starts to suckle on my neck. I arch back moaning as I feel someone move my finger to where it most wants to be. The muscles resist but then I’m sliding the finger in listening to Oz’s pants, knowing intimately how it feels to be on his side of things. The warm muscles flutter around my finger, caressing it softly and I cannot wait until my dick is there. Until I’m joined to my pack mate. Oz moans as a finger joins mine, a cool finger, probably Lindsey. I look up over Oz to find the younger vampire plastered to his back. His eyes are yellow and he is in game face. He looks so young and beautiful like that, I can’t help but lean over a panting Oz to kiss him. Lindsey takes possession of my mouth quickly. I can feel Oz rubbing against me. The motion makes my whole body move, I can feel leaves and twigs under me but I don’t care. The slight breeze just adds another layer of sensation. Slowly I realise Oz is begging from where he is plastered between Lindsey and I. I have no idea what Spike is doing but I think Lindsey is feeling the benefits as he bucks and whimpers into my mouth.

“Please, oh god, please hurry, can’t take much more, need to feel, please just please. Master, make them, please,” Oz begs, too far gone to make complete sentences.

“Come on you two, enough with the foreplay, give the pup what he needs.” Spike commands, lifting his head from where he had been eating Lindsey out. I smile, watching my Master licking his lips as Lindsey mewls, wanting that talented tongue back. Spike has a very talented tongue, I know that first hand. Oz brings my attention back to him by biting at my collar bone.

“You heard him, give it to me,” he demands. I feel Lindsey’s fingers leave his ass and I do the same.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Oz starts chanting as I hold him close to me. Lindsey lines me up and then I thrust up gasping as I’m welcomed into that tight heat.

“Oh, Oz, oh yes,” I pant, trying to stay still to let him adjust, but all I want to do is move, to slam into him over and over.

“Mmm, Wes feel so good but move dammit,” I stare up into his intense eyes and start to move out ready to thrust back in.

“NO!” our Master commands, and I fall still immediately, panting with pent up need, but knowing I’d do anything Spike told me to. I feel a finger trace my dick where I’m joined to Oz. I feel one then two fingers push in beside me then, opening Oz up further. Oz’s head arches back and I know it must burn but he looks so beautiful like this. The moonlight caressing his pale sweat soaked skin. Suddenly something bigger is pushing itself in behind me and I gasp at how tight Oz’s muscles ripple around me and the other invader. I feel flesh push against my own flesh and it is the weirdest but hottest sensation. I hear the obscene slap of Lindsey’s balls against Oz’s ass where they sit right against mine and I know he is all the way in.

“Yes, I can move,” I exclaim in relief, staying completely still was killing me.

“Oh no you don’t, slut,” I hear Spike’s voice but I cannot see him as I have two bodies above me. “I need to be in Lindsey first.” I groan as I feel Lindsey grow impossibly harder, impossibly bigger next to me and Oz echoes my groan. Lindsey just pants, whimpering ‘Sire’ as Spike mounts him. For what seems like long minutes I just lay there panting, using every bit of self control I have to not move.

“Alright Wes, you can move slowly out now, pup, just stay still, we’ll do all the work, you just have to feel.” Oz nods in acquiesce, just concentrating on the sensations as I move out past Lindsey. Once I am almost completely out, I slam back in quickly. Oz shrieks, his whole body arching before he goes limp again.

“You okay?” I ask, patting his sweat soaked hair.

“Oh god yes, Wes you’ve got to do this some time, but please will you both just MOVE!” he shouts in my ear. I smirk up at Lindsey and see Spike behind him. He nods and I start to move in earnest, it takes a little while to get coordinated, but soon we are moving in tandem, one cock moving out while the other is moving in, keeping Oz filled at all times. The sensations stack on top of each other and I can only concentrate on not coming for another second longer.

“Please, please, please,” it takes me a moment to realise that I’m the one begging.

“Alright slut, fill him up,” my Master commands and I growl in relief, thrusting up one more time before coming deep within Oz’s bowls. I slump back exhausted. Oz whimpers above me before I feel his release on my stomach and his inner muscles clench impossibly tight around my highly sensitive cock. I manage to find the energy to open my eyes to stare into Oz’s. I ignore the sounds of the vamps as their orgasms overtake them.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbles, collapsing on top of me. I just hold him tight, basking in the afterglow.

*****

Lindsey’s POV

I lay in bed in the middle of a puppy pile, it’s dusk outside and we will get up in a moment. I remember last night, fucking in the woods. The wolves were so good. We were all tired, the wolves especially, as they are still mostly human. Wesley was still sore from the riding Spike had given him that morning and Oz was definitely limping after having two cocks up his ass. They were both smiling though as we found our clothes and stumbled back to the house. I hear a noise outside and stiffen. I listen as hard as I can, Yes there it is again, something is moving out there. Suddenly screams from the village rip through the air and I sit up in shock. The other occupants of the bed are instantly alert as well.

“What the hell was that?” Wesley asked in shock.

“Something’s happening,” I reply.

“Alright,” Spike takes charge immediately. “Let’s get dressed quickly.” I’m doing up my jeans when I hear Ethan’s threat alarm go off. Shit! Someone unfriendly is definitely outside our place. Lorne rushes through the door completely panicked.

“The Scourge, it’s the Scourge.” He screams in panic. I watch Oz hug him close, trying to calm him down.

“Buggering fuck,” Spike exclaims pulling on some shoes. “Where’s Faith and Ethan?”

“They’re at the door, making sure Ethan’s spell holds.” Lorne replied.

“What are we going to do, Sire?” I ask scared, this reminds me of the nightmare of the initiative.

“I don’t think we can stop them, there’s too many of them. It’s time we left Canada anyway.” Spike explains. “C’mon let’s get out of here.” I follow him, knowing the others are right with us. We silently make our way up to Ethan and Faith. I peer out the window. I count six big demons all wearing the one uniform. A couple are lighting branches. Looks like they’re planning on burning us out.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Spike steps out first and as he passes the entrance a complete change comes over him and I realise why he is a Master Vampire. He is power. I stand next to him on the balcony knowing the others are spreading out around us.

“What is the meaning of this?” Spike demands in full vampire face. I can’t help but change too, beside me the wolves are half wolfed out, making them look very hairy but the way they smile around a mouthful of teeth makes them look very threatening.

“You don’t frighten us vampire, lesser Master that you are.”

“Excuse me?” Spike roars, pretending to be offended. For all I know, he is.

“Why don’t I just slay them for you boss?” Faith asks stepping into the light. “They deserve it for insulting you.” She gives them a lazy smirk a stake in her hand. I hear their shocked murmur of Slayer as they involuntarily move back a step.

“They’re not very bright are they Sire?” I ask playing along, maybe we can get out of this without fighting. I ignore the screams of pain and panic coming from the village. “How stupid do you have to be not to recognise the Master of the Order of Aurielius?” They look us over in shock at my words. Wes growls and moves forward, looking his most threatening, but Spike restrains him with his hand. That action seems to make up the demons minds as they get down on their knees.

“We’re sorry Master, what should we do?” One of them asks after getting nudged by another.

“Let me and mine leave this place.” Spike commanded not mentioning the village at all.

“Of course Sir,” Spike started down the stairs and we followed. We met no resistance, making our way to the DeSoto. Once safely inside Faith at the steering wheel, Wesley asks what I knew he was going to ask.

“What about the village?” Spike sighs next to me.

“There’s nothing we could do, we try and they’ll tear us apart as well.” Silence descends as Faith drives us away from the destruction behind us.

The End.