Recombination

*Can’t touch this* Wesley tried to focus the song lyrics in his head as he pounded into the woman beneath him. Almost in a clinical manner he sensed her desire and skillfully reached around her body to massage her. He felt one of her hands on his balls, stroking him, causing him to cum as she shuddered and contracted around his cock, her own body finally succumbing to orgasm.

Almost instantly he pulled out, checking that the condom was secure and fixing a neutral expression on his face as he threw it in the bin. Lilah shifted, turning over to lie down onto her back on the bed, a feral and satisfied smile on her face. "I have to admit that didn’t suck." Her smile widened. "Well maybe just a little."

Wesley didn’t even bother responding to her comment, instead he stared up at the ceiling wondering why the hell she kept playing her little games. It wasn’t as if he minded sleeping with her or any one else for that matter, but under the circumstances it wasn’t what he would classify as sex.

Maybe reluctant fucking but not sex. Still it wasn’t as though he had much choice. He turned to frown at Lilah as she began poking him in the side. "I have to get back to work, just remember our arrangement Wesley." She reminded him.

He laughed sarcastically. "I’m sure you’d find someway to remind me if I did," he answered rolling onto his stomach.
Lilah frowned. "Are you alright? You’re more nostalgic and broody then ever- you are going to be giving Angel a run for his money soon." She warned pulling her dress over her head.
Wesley raised an eyebrow. "God forbid. Lilah, you are blackmailing me into sex, refusing to let me leave my apartment except for food and denying me the choice of moving on with my life, something which you previously actively encouraged," he reminded her.

Lilah smiled slightly *If you’d just left when I told you so, I would have let you, but after that stunt with Angel you didn’t really just expect me to let you go now did you? * She thought to herself. "I wasn’t the head of our division then," she smiled slightly at the memory of her recent proposal; Linwood had been surprised to say the least. "Now I get what I want, when I want and more importantly what the senior partners want."

She trailed a finger over his shoulder. "Did I tell you how angry the senior partners were when they heard that Linwood had ordered the destruction of the half-breed?" she asked glancing towards the wall as the image of the little girl returned to her mind. She tried to ignore it having no intention of allowing herself such a weakness though she also had no intention of putting the child in danger. Angel and his son were her targets not the toddler. There wasn’t much dignity or point in hurting something so small when they already had all the available information on her. No Annemarie was off limits as far as Wolfram and Hart were concerned. Lilah wasn’t even going to bother telling them she was still alive. Not after their enthusiastic comments to her about what their plans would have been.

Wesley was still watching her, almost insolently; maybe it was time to tell him what they had had planned, let him reflect on it for a while, think about where his priorities lay.

So what if she was using him, he was convenient and damned good in the sack despite her comments. Besides she was starting to find herself actually liking him, dangerous as it was. If only Angel knew the lengths Wesley was going to go to protect his child. Not that he ever would if she had anything to do with it; she would happily stake him first.

She raised an eyebrow, settling on the bed and ignoring his involuntary flinch away from her. "Do you know what Mr. Suboto, one of our senior partners told me today? The extent they would go to too find that child?" she smiled noticing his slightly smug look.

"Don’t look too comfortable I’m well aware of her situation. Sunnydale, under the protection of the slayer, no less." She taunted, satisfaction sweeping through her as he blanched slightly. "No measures have been take as yet to extract her, but one call from me…" she let him consider it for a few minutes." Do you know what they would do? I didn’t, I’m not a scientist, and I assumed they had the same planned as they once did for Conner. Dissection and analysis." She watched him flinch. "Don’t worry, nothing so crude for our Annemarie."

She swallowed the lump of distaste in her mouth. "Do you know what they had planned for any half-hybrid children that survived, especially females? Do you know what the second stage in recombinant DNA technology is? Creation and then…what did you think they would do? Not just excruciating tests," she laughed. "Not like the ones they did to find out her weaknesses, no these tests would be different. See our Annemarie is what’s known in the scientific community as a mutant. Usually it only refers to very basic demonic species that are tested on or bacteria." She informed him. “Usually there are also changed as a result of some kind of unnatural factor, like radiation or genetic engineering; but a natural hybrid? She would still be tested under the same rules but the procedure would be a whole new ballgame." She paused watching his rigidly tense body clench slightly.

"They would have used magic and aged her to well into her teenage years, from then on they would have recombined her own DNA, her eggs, with many different male species’. Human, demon maybe even tried vampire, they would have bred her with them all; but do you know who they were most excited about doing it with? Her brother. Taking her and Connors DNA and trying to create the perfect un-weakened assassins; breeding a small army if you will." She smirked at the horror on his face. "Well what did you expect?" she asked.

Wesley shook his head and swallowed hard. "Get out," he murmured in a low voice, barely suppressing his anger. As she didn’t move he jumped from the bed, grabbing her arm painfully and manhandling her to the door. "You make me sick." He told her flatly shoving her out into the door and slamming it in her face. He made his way quickly over to his mini bar and began pouring himself a stiff drink, sitting back down and attempting to drink himself into a stupor.

Embarrassed and enraged Lilah pulled on her shoes, heading away from Wesley’s apartment and back to her office; she had planned to introduce herself to Connor *now the poor boy has been let down so badly by his father* but she felt the strangest urge to get drunk and forget about Wesley.

Both of them were so enwrapped in their rage and need to forget that neither of them noticed the figure silently detach himself from his vantage point outside the apartment window and jump down to the street several stories below, intent on finding whatever was hidden in Sunnydale.