The Rocky Road to Belonging

Title: The Rocky Road to Belonging
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey/Oz/Wesley
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al. 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: “My life just couldn’t be any worse at the moment.” Follow the adventures of Spike, Lindsey, Oz, Wesley, Faith, Lorne and Ethan when the initiative interferes in their lives. Set in an AU Season 4 of BtVS.
Series: This is the second story in the Belonging series. The first was “The Watcher and the Wolf” which was Oz/Wesley. You don’t need to read that to understand this all you need to know is that Oz and Wesley are together and Wesley is a werewolf. However, if you do want to read it, it can be found at AFF, Slashaholics Island and ForeverFandom.
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Warnings: Mild Language Warning as well as mild sex scenes for this chapter
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Chapter Five – Decisions

Faith’s POV

Spike stands extremely still, not breathing, blinking or moving at all. It’s a vast contrast to the activity of the last few minutes where he was wearing a hole in the carpet. He stays still waiting for one of us to talk and I decide to start as I’d already made up my mind before I even knew the question.

“I’m in,” and I can almost feel Spike relax, “I’m betting the police in Sunnydale want to ask me some questions, plus the Scoobies wouldn’t be pleased to see me again. I made some mistakes last time and I need to make up for it, starting with the people in this room,” I tell them honestly; it feels weird, I haven’t been honest for so long, not since that fateful night that put blood on my hands for the first time.

“I’m in too, I’ve been chasing after Ripper for too long and its obvious he doesn’t want me, so it’s time I got on with my life.” So I was right about Giles being bi.

“I left my dimension to get away from my family,” Lorne begins, “but I’ve been coming to the conclusion that I might actually need a family around me so yes, I would be honoured to be part of your new family Spike.”

“Welcome to the dysfunctional Aurielius Clan.”

*****

Spike’s POV

I start telling Faith, Lorne and Ethan about their new roles but I notice my boys start to squirm and yawn. Maybe this would be a better conversation for when we are driving. Besides which, I am becoming very impatient about when I’ll get to claim my boys. Strictly speaking, one of the first acts of a Sire after feeding their new childe is claiming them carnally. Ethan handed me a tub of lube earlier as well as a box of condoms for the wolves so I’m all set. Watching the three of them sitting there I decide that its time for bed.

“I don’t know about anyone else but its time for some shut eye. We should be safe here so I want everyone to get some sleep and we need to be back here half an hour before sunset.” Faith just leers and Ethan smirks, both knowing my reasons for an early bed but I don’t care.

Lindsey surprises me by sauntering up to me and grabbing hold of my t-shirt and pulling me towards the bedroom. Looks like my pup is eager, I can’t help but smile.

“C’mon Wesley and Oz,” Lindsey calls over his shoulder and he gently takes my jacket off me and lays it over a chair. The other two come in as Lindsey moves back towards me hesitantly. Looks like its time for me to take over.

“Wesley and Oz get on the bed, oh and take your shirts off,” I smirk. Turning to Lindsey I bring him into a fierce kiss licking at his lips until he opens up. I map out his mouth and hear him gasp as I lick where his fangs appear when he’s in game face. They are very sensitive for vampires. He still hasn’t got used to not breathing and when I release his lips he is panting for unneeded breath. I push him down onto the bed then follow him down. Lindsey gasps as I settle between his legs. I look up at the wolves who are busy kissing, Oz’s shirt is off and boy does he have a nice body. Wesley’s shirt is only half off and he seems to be inhibiting Oz’s attempts to take the rest off.

“Oi,” I call up to them and it’s the break Oz was waiting for to get rid of the offending shirt.

“You two can play but no coming til I’m in you. Got it?” Oz nods but Wesley looks confused, I think I’d better do him next. Usually I won’t care if they come or if they fuck each other but right now I’m claiming them, I need to be the first one tonight to come in each of them. I move my attention back to Lindsey who is obviously eager but at the same time staring at me apprehensively. I run my hand over his cheek and then through his shoulder length hair.

“You’ve never been with a man before have you pet?”

“Is it that obvious that I’m a blushing virgin?” He asks, moving his arm up but hesitant to touch me. I grab it and place it on my shoulder, before trailing my hand down his neck.

“Not blushing, never blushing Linds.” I kiss him again feeling his arousal grow. He starts sucking on my tongue and I growl at the reminder of how he will feel. He was turned a virgin, every time will feel like the first time. I should know, I was turned a virgin too. In time he will learn to embrace the pain but right now he is just too new to his vampire status so I will need to go carefully. His hands run up and down my back and I can hear the wolves moaning. Luckily we have a big bed. I finally let go of his kiss-swollen lips and pull his shirt off. Oh yeah, in low-slung jeans Lindsey is quite the package. His muscles are all defined, I couldn’t have chosen better.

“Sire please,” he moans as I drink my fill of him with my eyes.

“What do you want, number one?” I ask, stroking my hand across his face, as my thumb brushes his mouth he takes it in and licks at it. I can’t help but groan and I see his eyes light up with the knowledge that he was the cause of it.

“I want you Sire, I want all of you, please,” he begs and I kiss him again. I release him to move off the bed and quickly take off my clothes.

“Pants off Linds,” I look up to find him kissing Wesley with Oz stroking Lindsey’s chest. At least they get along. I shrug and unzip his jeans, then tug them off his legs along with his jocks and socks. The three of them are so beautiful together despite the wolves bruises from the scientists rough treatment. If anyone touches any of these three again I will rip them apart, chip or no chip. These three are mine and I’m the only one who is allowed to mark them. I jump on to the bed and stroke a hand up Oz’s flank who shivers and moves into the touch moaning. He looks over at me and I kiss him chastely.

“Soon my wolf, I promise, soon. Now lick Linds tight, hard nipples for me, make him feel good while I get him ready.” Oz groans as Wesley’s hand pumps his length but he nods at me before lowering his head. I grab the lube and cover my fingers liberally. I look down at the feast of my childe ready for me to mark. I feel a pang of regret that he will never wear my mark permanently on his neck thanks to the initiative. His creamy white thighs are splayed open invitingly. I nibble on one revelling in his responses. I lick at it, from kneecap to groin. Under the tanginess of sweat and the male muskiness, he tastes of hot dusty days and summer thunderstorms.

“Sire,” he moans when Wesley breaks away from his lips. Wesley’s lust recedes after a moment and he looks confused, maybe even a little upset. I’ll need to talk to him later but I can’t have him ruining the mood with his second thoughts.

“Kiss him again Linds,” I urge as he arches up into Oz who is attached to a nipple.

“Wes, um pl… ah… ease,” he moans grabbing Wesley’s arm and pulling him in for another kiss. Stroking Oz’s back I lave Lindsey’s thigh before biting his firm skin.

“Arghhhhh,” he screams, then, “no Sire please,” as I stave off his orgasm.

“Now, now pet, not until I’m in you.”

“Sire please hurry,” he begs. I run my finger around his hole and feel him shiver.

“All in good time baby, I’ll take care of you.” I promise as I push my finger against his sphincter. It opens for me slowly and I push into his unsullied depths. Oh yeah, he is sooo tight.

*****

Lindsey’s POV

“Oh yeah, shit yeah please,” I moan, I can feel his knuckle moving into me. Wesley’s lips are on mine nipping at my bottom lip sucking it into his warm mouth. My hand is behind Wesley’s head resting on his neck, smoothing the skin with my thumb. Oz tugs my nipple a bit harder and I arch up into him, oh shit that feels so good. I rub his back with my free hand. I don’t know how much more I can take. I feel Spike’s finger leave my body and a high-pitched whine find its way out of my mouth. He laughs at me, a husky lust-induced laugh.

“Don’t worry pet, I won’t leave you empty,” he murmurs and I feel a bigger pressure at my hole. I need him back in me, need to feel the connection with my Sire. I push down on the pressure and feel it pop through my ring of muscles. It burns a little but the pleasure of the wolves manipulating my body vastly outweighs any discomfit. My penis throbs with the thought that part of my Sire is inside of me. He moves them and they touch something causing my world to explode.

“SIRE!!!!” I scream arching off the bed til only my toes and skull are touching it. Stars flicker in front of my eyes as I come all over my thighs and stomach. I lay there panting for long moments, revelling in the post-orgasm bliss. Suddenly I feel a cool wet pressure at my loose hole. I am floating and feel disconnected to my body. Vaguely I feel my leg lifted up onto Sire’s shoulder and the other one wrapped around his waist so that my heel is resting on the small of his back.

“Deep breathe childe, this will hurt for a start but you’ll be screaming in pleasure soon enough.” He tells me before pushing in.

“Arhhh!” I scream, it hurts but then he’s in and I can feel his balls against my ass. When did he put a pillow under my lower back I wonder, but then he moves and all rational thought flees my mind. He thrusts in and hits that spot that makes me see stars, he feels so huge inside me but I want it all. I experiment by pushing up against him.

“Oh yeah childe, that’s it, thrust up against me, you’re so tight pet,” he moans in that sexy accent of his. He grabs my hips and encourages me to thrust in counterpoint to him. It feels so good I think my brains are dribbling out my ears. Sparks are shooting up and down my spine as I pant out my unneeded breath.

“Sire, sire, sire, sire, sire,” I chant, I’m in ecstasy. I am so hard but I’m determined not to come until Sire does. My hands scrabble at his back bringing his face close to mine. He kisses me as he continues to move within me. I move with him and experiment by squeezing my inner muscles, Spike rips his mouth away from mine and for a second I’m scared I did something wrong.

“Oh fuck Linds, do that again and it’ll all be over,” he groans. I look him straight in the eye and do it again. He starts to ride me hard, slamming into me, hitting my prostrate with every stroke. I cannot hold on. No matter how hard I try the tide inevitably over taking me.

“SIRE!!!!!!” I scream. I hear him as if from a long distance off.

“FUCK LINDSEY,’ and I feel him pulse inside me before my world goes black.

*****

Wesley’s POV

Spike and Lindsey scream as they come together and I watch avidly as Oz rims me. I feel slightly dirty involved in these activities with three other men knowing that there are three other people in the house who can probably hear everything. Another bigger part of me finds it hot as hell that I’m sharing the bed with not only Oz but with two sexy male vampires. Oz nibbles on the rim of my hole a little harder and I arch up into him.

“Ozzzzzzz,” I moan, “please.” I pull my legs up to my torso opening myself wider to his ministrations.

“Oz stop,” Spike suddenly commands and I let out a high pitch whine.

“But it felt so good,” I protest and then I feel myself blush as I watch Spike study my body.

“Don’t worry Brit, I’m about to make you feel so much better.” Lindsey seems to be unconscious and after moving him to the side of the bed Spike holds out his hand to me.

“Come here Wes,” I hesitate, I want him but if I do this I’m turning my back on everything I worked for as a young Watcher, everything my family has ever stood for. I’ve already done that partially with being a werewolf and being with Oz. But sleeping with Spike, a vampire, this vampire, there’s no going back from that. Not that I want to go back to my roots but having that option there, is safe, comforting. I look up and suddenly Spike is there in front of me.

“Why the second thoughts?” he asks. “I know you want this so what’s holding you back?” I look down at my feet unable to say those two little words that haunt my thoughts late at night.

“I… I don’t know,” I mumble not able to look him in the eye in case he calls me on my lie.

“Oh come on, don’t play coy. You were a Watcher right? You don’t want to sleep with a vampire? Or is it your father?” I give a little jump I’m so startled. How the hell did he know? I sit up and pull my knees to my chest, feet flat on the bed. I don’t feel in the mood suddenly and I want to grab my clothes and walk out of the room, go for a walk but something stops me.

“So it is your father, what about him?” I shake my head attempting to rid my mind of the memories. Of the hours spent locked up under the stairs, of the disapproving looks and knowing that I would never be good enough. Of the beatings and creative punishments.

“No, just no,” I put my arms around myself and start to rock. I feel a panic attack start to come on, I haven’t had one for at least a year. I vaguely hear Oz talking to Spike.

“He won’t talk about his father, never even mentioned him as far as I know but I’ve got the impression that father dearest doesn’t like Wesley’s lifestyle choices.” I had forgotten how insightful Oz could be. Its weird that he is so insightful about my past. I just hope I haven’t hurt his feelings by not talking about Father. Its just that I’ve kept it bottled up for so long that I don’t think I can let it out. Warm arms wrap around me pulling me into Oz’s body. I breath in his scent as a cooler hand lifts my head up so that I’m staring into Spike’s eyes.

“I’m not going to force you but you need to make a decision, either you’re with us, part of my entourage or you leave on your own, go back to England if you want to a life that I think no longer exists for you.” He kisses me chastely then pulls back taking Oz with him. They sit next to an awakening Lindsey and Oz strokes Lindsey’s hair while staring at me pleadingly. Spike just sits beside them with an arm outstretched towards me. My panic-attack brought back memories of my old life. Do I really want that again? Even if my life had continued in Sunnydale without the Initiative’s interference would I have ever wanted to go live in merry old England near my family again? The answer is obvious.

I stretch out my hand and grab Spike’s.