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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Part: 6/8
Distribution: Anyone I’ve already said yes to, go for it, anyone else, please ask
Warnings: Mild Language Warning as well as explicit sex scenes and violence for this chapter
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Chapter Six – Claiming

Wesley’s POV

“I’ve chosen,” I tell them. All three smile before Spike pulls on my arm causing me to fall on him.

“Bout time pet.” Before I can argue he pulls my lips down to his. Oh fuck can he kiss. I feel like putty in his arms and I start to whimper. His hands run up and down my back a couple of times before latching onto my buttocks. He seems to know just how to touch me to get the maximum result. I feel like I’m burning up. Finally he let’s go of my lips so that I can breathe and he starts to nip at my chin and neck.

“Yes, Spike,” I moan moving a hand between us to stroke his chest, map it out, find his erogenous zones. I hear moaning and glance over at Oz, who’s languidly kissing Lindsey, God they are so hot. A cool hand wraps around my cock but I jerk away, it’s too much.

“No don’t. It’s too much, I’ll come,” I explain when he looks as if I’ve changed my mind again. The hand is removed and instead it delves between my butt cheeks. My hand finds his nipple and scratches across it. “Oh yeah, that’s it pet.” He starts to push my head down towards his chest and I go willingly. Now that I’ve made my decision I feel a weight lifted from my shoulders. Spike is my alpha, my leader, my master and now I’m free to please him and to be myself, to act how I’ve always wanted to act but always been afraid to. I lave his pecks, nibbling and biting at their sculptured forms. His finger strokes over my perineum and hole, feeling so good and I decide to let him know it. I spread my legs wider and moan.

“Yeah that’s it, never would have guessed you’re such a slut, now you’re my slut.” I’m surprised that I don’t feel offended by the term instead I feel even more turned on if that’s at all possible. I ache so bad I feel like I’ve been hard for my entire life. I feel a finger move inside me and I take it easily because Oz got me well and truly prepared.

“Please more Spike, More,” I begin to beg.

“You want it, you’ve got it Brit,” he drawls and I feel two more fingers stretching me open. I push down on them loving the feeling of fullness that I’ve enjoyed since being with Oz. I hear groaning and see Oz on all fours kissing Lindsey but one hand is delving between his own cheeks, fingering himself. I watch Oz finger himself as I push down on the fingers inside me. I groan and arch back at the pleasure.

“Please Spike, I cannot wait, I need you.” I plead.

“Alright pet, I just need you to roll over,” he positions me on my hands and knees so that I’m facing Oz and I can see everything his hand is doing but I cannot touch without losing my balance as Spike lays on top of me and licks between my shoulder blades. I can’t help but shiver at his touch and I watch avidly as Oz slowly pushes a second finger into himself.

“Oh shit, Spike please fuck me, I can’t wait please,” I beg shamelessly, he chuckles.

“Alright my slut, you’ll get what you wanted,” he whispers in my ear. The next second I feel his cock between my cheeks.

“Please, please, please, please.” It became a mantra. Then pressure pain/pleasure until he is in me. He stops once he’s fully in and let’s me adjust, he feels different to Oz, cooler for one and I think he’s longer. Oz looks over his shoulder at me and smirks but his eyes ask the unspoken question, ‘Are you okay?’ Between pants I smile at him. Then Spike moves and jolts of pleasure fly up and down my spine. I lower my head and moan long and loud. He moves again and then I’m moving with him wanting him harder, deeper, just more.

“Oh that’s it my adorable slut, take it all,” he moans. I feel a light touch against my cock and I shudder confused. One of Spike’s hands is on my hip and the other is lightly brushing up and down my side. A flash of movement underneath me has me looking down and there’s Lindsey’s leg, it’s his foot that is touching my cock. How did he get this close? I look up his body and realise that he must of moved down the bed as Oz still fingering himself is straddling Lindsey’s shoulders. Lindsey is sucking his cock while rubbing mine with his foot. God this is hot. I arch back into Spike loving the feel of his hard muscles around me and his powerful thrusts within me.

“Oh yeah, so good,” I moan unable to stop the words from pouring out. He pulls me back until I’m kneeling over his thighs and his cock moves deeper inside me, spearing me on him. His chest is against my back and I lean back against him panting. His hands grip my hips urging me to move. I raise myself up a few inches then let gravity take over and fall back down onto him. It goes so deep that I’d swear I can almost taste him in my throat. I start moving faster on him, needing him there.

“That’s it my precious slut, ride me harder, make yourself feel good.” Spike murmurs in my ear and I thrash my head from side to side riding him hard. Spike’s hands run up and down my torso trailing flames. I feel his thighs tighten under my hands as I use them to lever myself up and down. Then he turns my head and we’re kissing. His lips on mine and I can’t help but buck up into Lindsey’s foot, I desperately need to come.

“Please,” I moan against his mouth. Before we kiss again he murmurs,

“Come when you want Wes, I want to feel you surrounding me, clenching down tight around me.” His lips are on mine again and I suck his bottom lip into my mouth while never faltering in my rhythm on him. I speed up again feeling him inside.

“I can’t, Spike, yes, please, SPIKE!” I scream as I convulse on him.

“YES, Wes,” He screams and I feel him come in me as I collapse down onto the bed. I look up to see Oz untangling himself from Lindsey, he looks extremely horny, like he cannot wait another minute. I’m glad I’m not Spike right now. I know I won’t be able to get it up for at least an hour.

*****

Oz’s POV

He told me not to come and I haven’t but watching him come over and over, watching the other two arrive with him in them has definitely tested my endurance. I ache with need, I’m almost mad with it, I need it fixed. I leave Lindsey and crawl over to Wesley and Spike, they are lying next to each other, as I pass Wesley I give a chaste kiss on his forehead. I am glad he has accepted Spike as his alpha, we are now part of a pack and we are thankfully not on the bottom most rung. I reach Spike and straddle his legs, he looks up at me and smiles. I lick his neck from collarbone to neck, then whisper in his ear.

“I guess even vampires need recovery time.” He smirks at me before grabbing my hips and pulling me in close so that I can feel how he has already recovered.

“Being a Master Vampire has its perks,” he answers then adds, “but I’m at risk of falling off the bed so why don’t we move further up, pup?” I smile at the nickname, I’ve been listening all night to the names he comes up with for the others and hoping he wouldn’t run out when he got to me. He leads me up the bed until he is sitting propped against the headboard and I’m straddling him again. “You put on a very pretty show before,” he murmurs nipping at my earlobe. I arch into his body craving the contact, needing it, needing to feel him on me, I need release. I’ll make sure it happens too.

“I was getting myself ready for you so that I could do this now,” I murmur back as I reach behind and grab his cock placing it at my entrance before slowly lowering myself onto it.

“Oh yes, I so needed this, needed to feel you inside of me.” I moan, that turns into a shriek as he touches my aching flesh that has been hard for far too long.

“You’re ready to burst aren’t you? You’re such an eager pup.” He lets go of my cock and trails his hand up my chest. I grab his shoulders and use them to lever myself up and down in his lap.

“Spike yeah, so good, yes,” I babble. I love the feeling of him in me. He isn’t Wesley but then again Wesley isn’t Spike, but they’re are both better than Devon on dope. Speaking of Wesley I notice him spooned up behind Lindsey, hand round Lindsey’s cock. His other hand is playing with Lindsey’s belly button while he mouths at Lindsey’s neck. Spike grabs a nipple and twists causing me to writhe in ecstasy on him.

“That’s it pup, ride me hard, you love feeling like this, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear in that sexy accent. His hands grab my hips and he encourages me to ride him harder feeling him slide in and out of me, so good, always hitting my prostrate. All I can hear are my own pants as well as Lindsey’s and Spike’s occasional moan. The sounds of my skin slapping against his just turns me on more.

“Oh Spike, need you please,” I beg, not knowing what I’m begging for. Maybe its for that one sensation more that will tip me over or maybe one sensation less because its almost too much.

“Shh pup, I’ll get you there, you’re so pretty like this, I want to see you come. Come for me Oz.” I arch and buck unable to believe the effects his words have on my body.

“Spike,” I yell or at least I try to as the world crumbles in around me.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, yes!” He screams out and I feel him cream my insides. As I slump on top of Spike I feel him slide out of me with a pop. At least I now share something with Wesley and Lindsey, Spike’s come inside me. I just lay on him too relaxed to move. Without moving me Spike slide down the headboard until he is horizontal. He curls me closer, stroking my hair as I lay with my head on his chest. I feel two bodies move close until I see Lindsey’s hair peeking over Spike’s other side and a warm arm comes snaking from behind him. I lie there feeling content and let myself drift off not, needing to worry about anything.

*****

I wake abruptly in the middle of the night, going from sound asleep to wide awake in under a second. I keep my eyes closed and use my other senses to try and piece together the reason for my sudden wakefulness. First is touch, I am flush against a cool body but my arm is being grasped by a warm body on the other side of the cool one. Well that’s two of my lovers, where’s the third? I hear a whimper from somewhere behind me and realise that’s what woke me. So one of the vampires is awake and frightened, probably from a nightmare or memories of the initiative. Not that I blame them I’m surprised that I haven’t had nightmares of my own yet. I have a feeling that if it was Lindsey Spike would somehow sense it through their Sire/Childe bond. Which means it must be Spike suffering through nightmares by himself probably because he doesn’t want to show any personal weakness, thinks he always needs to be the strong one for us. I open my eyes and attempt to detangle myself from my lovers. Finally I roll over to see Spike sitting on one small corner of the bed head resting on knees. I hear sniffing and know he’s been crying. I quietly move on all fours over to him until I reach him and cuddle up to his body.

“Hey pup, you should go snuggle with the others, go back to sleep.” He tells me, fiercely scrubbing his face before giving me a fake smile.

“No Spike, I’m not leaving.” I reply succinctly, just sitting next to him letting our knees and shoulders touch. We sit there for a moment silent except for Wesley’s quiet occasional snore.

“Right well I’m going back to sleep, do what you want Oz,” he dismisses me but I won’t give up that quickly.

“Spike, talk to me,” I insist, “it’s not weak to tell someone of your fears.” He rubs my thigh with his hand for a moment before answering.

“Someone needs to be strong, needs to show that nothing bothers him.” He turns his face away from mine and I have to strain to hear what he utters.

“Why?” I ask placing my hand on his thigh waiting to see if he shakes it off.

“A leader needs to be fearless so that his followers don’t feel worried and so that enemies don’t pick up on any weakness.” His voice is monotone and it sounds like something he had beaten into him, I think I know who did the beating.

“Well he still got sucked into hell after having his soul restored so maybe some of his advice wasn’t the best.” He turns and studies me for a moment before laughing bitterly.

“You’re very perceptive aren’t you?”

“I’ve been told that, I’ve also been told that I’m a good listener,” I push the subject hoping that he will open up to me.

“You don’t give up, do you pup?” I don’t answer such an obvious question and we sit there for a moment before he continues. “I’m impotent, I can’t feed, I can’t bite. I can’t hurt a human at all, what type of leader am I if I can’t protect you?”

“You can protect us from demons, you can show us how to protect ourselves from humans.” Spike attempts to protest but I cut him off. “Even if you could fight humans you wouldn’t be able to fight them off by yourself. Also, you have over a hundred years of experience, that’s gotta count for something.” He surprises me by giving me a hug.

“Thanks luv, but don’t tell the others about any of this.”

“I won’t I promise,” I go to say something else but he puts his hand over my mouth.

“Shhh,” I listen intently and then I hear it. A big four wheel drive pulling up to the house.

“They’ve found us!”

*****

Faith’s POV

I’m lying on the bed in the room that’s the only indoor entrance to the room Spike has claimed. These beds are huge. Lorne and Ethan are both curled up on here as well, not touching. We all seemed to gravitate to this bed and none of us protested about the others presence. Maybe they didn’t want to sleep by themselves either. This sleeping arrangement is totally platonic and for once I don’t have a problem with it. Which is strange, I usually want to jump the nearest bodies bones, you’d think that after my coma I’d be extra horny but no. Instead I find myself actually wanting to be friends with these people, which is weird. I’m ripped away from my thoughts by a car pulling up outside.

SHIT! How did they find us? I sit up and shake Ethan whose closest but keep one hand over his mouth, we cannot make a noise. He wakes up almost instantly and stares at me wildly. I bring my other hand up and place a finger over my lips before bringing my head down and whispering in his ear.

“Army’s found us. Let’s go,” as I move back I see Oz in the doorway.

“Hurry up,” he mouths before disappearing. I shake Lorne awake and jump as the front door is bashed open. Crap they’re in the house. Lorne seems to know that something is up as he doesn’t ask any questions. As we are already dressed we run into the inner bedroom. Oh shit, its light outside, we won’t be able to escape. Rushing into the room we find the boys scrambling into clothes. I can hear the army boys moving closer. Spike grunts as he pushes the bookcase away from the secret exit and daylight streams in. Luckily neither vampire is in its path.

“Alright Lorne, you’re driving, go get it started. Faith go with him and deal with any problems. Ethan do you think you could…” I don’t hear the rest as I’m out the exit and can immediately see our car. The front door is around the other side and I suppose their big van is around there as well. There are two bored looking soldiers leaning on Spike’s car looking back towards the front door and away from us. I creep up behind them and snap the first one’s neck. I’m already moving my fist when the second soldier turns at the noise of his colleagues body hitting the ground. I punch him fully in the face and he goes down without a sound, unconscious. Lorne’s already in the driver’s seat and I open the backdoor. They must have been watching because Spike and Lindsey barrel out under a couple of blankets and straight into the back of the car. I clamber into the front as the others jump in. Lorne starts the engine as we slam the doors shut. We take off and I hear shouts behind us. Careening down the driveway shots are fired. I wait for one to hit a tire, for us to be stuck but it never comes. Then we turn down the main road and are too far away for them to shoot at us. Now all we have to do is outrun them.

“They’re not following us. Why aren’t they following us?” Lindsey asks from the back seat.

“Are you sure?” I ask, maybe they’re waiting a little way back, waiting to ambush us when we least expect it.

“Yes I am, they’re not there,” Wesley replies.

“How did they find us anyway?” Spike asks the question that I’m sure all of us were thinking. “They knew we were there, out of all the places between here and Sunnydale they came here, that’s not a coincidence. How did they know?” I like how he asks us for advice and answers, we’re really a team not just him telling us things.

“What about your contact Spike, maybe she tipped them off?” Ethan suggests.

“No I won’t believe that, I’ve known her for a long time, she’s not the type to double cross.”

“What if there is a tracer on one of us?” Lindsey deflects the conversation away from Spike’s contact. “They gave Spike and I chips so they could’ve easily put a tracer on any of us or maybe all of us.”

“Tracer? Hmm, makes sense,” is Oz’s input into the conversation.

“How do we know if they have implanted one of us with a tracer? Who and where?” Wesley asks business like.

“I don’t suppose Lorne could tell if we sung for him,” I suggest not exactly sure what Lorne sees when someone sings.

“Nah sorry sweet cheeks it doesn’t work like that, but maybe Ethan could do a spell to show up a tracer or maybe to interrupt the signal somehow so they can’t track us.”

“That’s a good idea Lorne, what do you think Ethan, can you swing it?”