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: 8/8
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 Eight - Belonging

Spike’s POV

It’s an hour before dawn and we are pulling into a motel in a tiny ghost town, without the actual ghosts. We can’t keep going for another hour because there is no guarantee that we would make the next town before dawn. Everyone is just too tired for us to keep going without stopping for a sleep. Oz is driving and he pulls into a dodgy two star place just off the main road. I grab my bank card and step out of the car. Luckily, Angelus set up emergency bank accounts for me, Dru and Darla when I was a fledge. It’s equally lucky that I left my wallet in the car the day I was captured by the initiative.

“Four rooms please.” The guy behind the counter looks up at me bored. I really hate places like this but we have no choice.

“Sorry there’s only two rooms left and there’s a connecting door between them.

“We’ll take that then.” When I get back to the car everyone’s awake and Faith is sitting on the car smoking. I grab the smoke off her and take a drag.

“Hey!” She tries to grab it off me but I dodge her.

“Smoking’s bad for you.” I take one last drag before dropping it and putting it out with my boot. “Okay Slackers, lets get inside.” They grab our baggage, things we’ve picked up at the super stores and I lead the way to our rooms. I feel a pocket in my duster vibrate and I fish out my phone.

“Spike.”

“Hi Spike its Sally. You guys okay? I got back to the house and the front door had been knocked in, the place ransacked.”

“Yeah we caught a bit of heat but thanks to your hidden exit we got out okay. How’s the house? I’ll pay for any damage.” I felt bad not calling her but too many other things were happening.

“No that’s fine, it wasn’t too bad, the house has seen worse when my thirty nieces and nephews had a sleepover there.”

“Okay but if you need anything let me know.” I tell her sincerely.

“Thanks Spike I know I can count on you, but I was ringing to tell you I’ve been checking out that whole sanctuary in Canada rumour and I’ve found someone who should be able to help you if you’re interested.” The others suspicion that she’s feeding information to the initiative crosses my mind but I shake it from my thoughts. I didn’t turn her in to the Bolderash demons in 1957 so there’s no way she’d double cross me now.

“Thanks so much Sally I owe you one. Who is this person and how can I contact them?” I sit down on the bed in the room the boys picked out for us. Sizing up the bed I decide that it will be a tight fit but we can’t do much else so it will do. I write down the number Sally gives me on the pad and pen the motel supplies as the other three make the room vampire safe against the rising sun.

“Your contact is Bruce and he should be able to help you.”

“Thanks again Sally, say hi to your brood for me.”

“Will do Spike and you and your new family take care, I’ll talk to you later. Bye Spike.”

“Bye Sally.” I hang up the phone and turn around to find six people reclining on the bed, the other three having come through the adjoining door. I refrain at smiling at the bandages peeking out here and there from everyone’s fresh tattoos. They’re mine, all mine. I feel like a master vampire again, something I haven’t felt since I ended up in that blasted wheelchair, which is ironic since I am more thoroughly crippled now than I was then. At least then I could still feed from the source. I spy the three alcohol bottles from earlier being passed around and I grab the bottle of Jack taking a large swig. Climbing on the already cramped bed which is sitting room only I reflect how lucky I am that everyone can get along with everyone else. There is still so much that I don’t know about them though, even my childe. Pausing with the bottle halfway to my lips I have a thought.

“I’ve got a drinking game.”

“Wicked, how do we play Spike?” Faith asks me, I love that girls zest for life.

“In this drinking game I’ll give you a topic say last names and each person will have to state everybody else’s last name without revealing their own. How many last names you don’t know that’s how many swigs you’ll have to take but it might not be last names, it could be anything about each other.” I explain, this way I’ll get to know them without having to sit down and quiz each one.

“I’m in, at least I know I’ll get one right each time.” Oz smiles at Wesley who smiles back, maybe I can find a bit out about Wesley’s past this way too.

“Right well, first one will be full given names, and I know no one knows mine, who’s going first?”

“I will,” Faith volunteered, “I want to drink.” First she pointed at Oz who was on the end. “Daniel Osbourn,” Oz’s given name is Daniel? “Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, Ethan Rayne and I have no bloody idea about the rest of you.” She takes a long swig of the vodka and doesn’t choke. She’s done that before. Lorne goes next.

“What she said and Lindsey McDonald,” McDonald? He has Scottish roots? Hmm, wouldn’t have guessed that.

*****

I’m starting to feel the buzz, its about nine o’clock in the morning and the other three almost comatose people have gone back to their own room so I’m left with my three happily drunk and horny boys. Time for some fun. I take my shirt off and toss it over the other side of the room, I’ll find it later. Oz is lying on the floor, a dopey expression on his face with a discarded bottle next to him. Lindsey and Wesley are lying on the bed on their sides facing each other but from what I can tell, they haven’t touched each other, they are just staring at each other in silence. Maybe they have some kind of dare going on. Anyway its time for some sex. I grab the lube and condoms out of my stuff and throw it on the bed before bending down and picking up a surprisingly light Oz. I really need to make sure they all eat properly. Hopefully this Canada thing works out, it will be so much easier to look after them all and make sure they get three decent meals a day if we are in the one place.

“Up you get Oz,” I tell Oz carrying him over to the bed. It reminds me of how a parent would put to bed a little child who had gotten so tired that they’d fallen asleep before they had even made it to the bed.

“Why?” he argues with me.

“You don’t want to sleep on the cold hard floor all night, besides you’ll miss out on the sex if you do that.” That gets an immediate reaction, luckily I’ve already placed him on the bed with me on top of him when he reaches up to pull me in for a kiss or I would have overbalanced. Oz kisses are something to be savoured. He does it so thoroughly as if his whole world is focused on me, on my lips, as if my lips are the only thing in the entire universe. I have over a hundred years of experience so I give back as good as I get, pushing him into the bed and ravishing his mouth. We kiss for long moments until I move back giving him a chance to breath deeply. I look over at the other two to find that Wesley has rolled over to see us and Lindsey is behind him with his head propped up on his arm staring at us from over Wesley’s shoulder.

“Who would you like to fuck first, childe?” I ask aware of the matching shivers in all three at my dirty language and masterful tones.

“I want you Sire, I always want you.”

“And you’ll get me,” I reassure touching his cheek, “but before that who would you like first?”

“Wesley.” Lindsey looks down into Wesley’s eyes. “Can I take you?” He asks when we all know its his right as my favoured childe, heck my only childe. Wesley just spreads his thighs invitingly.

“That’s it slut, you’ll take him within your perfect body.” I whisper into Wesley’s ear and Oz bites my neck gently, playfully. I kiss both Wesley and Lindsey once before turning my full and considerable attention back to Oz.

“Hello pup.” I lick up from his collarbone to his ear and he shivers under the attention.

“Spike, please,” He begs already as I pull his tight Tee off him. All that pale skin. Above his right nipple is a bandage covering his new tattoo. I know the tattoo artist told them to keep it covered for at least a day. However I know he wasn’t banking on the healing properties of vampire saliva. I start to gently remove the bandage, I want to see my boy marked as mine. I can’t see my mark on Lindsey but at least I’ll be able to see it on Oz and Wesley.

“No,” he whimpers attempting to stop me from pulling off the bandage. “He said no.”

“Trust me pet.” Oz stops thrashing and stares up at me, eyes shining clear. I again begin peeling off his bandage, this time with no resistance and I throw the bandage across the room when it comes free. Oz’s tattoo is perfect and breathtaking, its also a little red and a couple of droplets of blood bead on its surface. I lower my head and chase those droplets, scooping them up on my tongue and savouring the taste of Oz. Brilliant. He tastes of night and cool crisp air and a little bit like weed.

“Can I taste him Sire,” Lindsey’s voice breaks through my thoughts as I turn and kiss him sharing the taste of Oz with my childe. I turn back to find Oz and Wesley kissing. That gives me an idea. I move off of Oz who is oblivious while making Wesley whimper in the back of his throat. I roll him on his side where he has more access to Wes. Lindsey seems to catch on as he does the same to Wesley until the two wolves are face to face on their sides and I’m behind Oz while Lindsey is behind Wesley.

“What now?”

“Strip him off Linds,” I watch as Lindsey struggles to take off Wesley’s top until Oz catches on and his lips leaves Wesley’s long enough for the offending article of clothing to be removed. I grab the bandage on Wesley’s torso in exactly the same place as Oz’s was and pull.

“Ow,” Wesley complains but Lindsey is right there awkwardly leaning over Wesley’s body, his upside down head in between the wolves while he licks over the fresh tattoo. Eventually Linds lifts his head.

“Share it with your Sire, number one.” His lips reach mine and I lick across the seam they make before he opens up and I lick every surface tasting Lindsey and copper and vague tastes of Wesley but more potent, Wesley’s blood. It tastes exactly how I would have imagined it to taste if I had put any thought into it before now. He tastes of libraries and silence and cups of tea.

“Wow that’s so hot.” I let Lindsey’s lips go and smile at Oz.

“Pants off boys.” All three comply instantly, a vampire could get used to this. I strip off and turn back to them to see three pale bodies in the dimly lit room. Oz’s back ripples as he kisses and undulates against Wesley. Wesley is gasping and moaning into Oz’s mouth as he takes one of Lindsey’s fingers. Time to get Oz prepared. I stroke a hand down his lean back and over the swell of his ass. He pushes back into my touch gasping. I let my hands run over his ass a couple of times before I grab one cheek in each hand letting my thumbs tease his sensitive crack.

“Spike please,” he begs, “I need more.” I can also hear Wesley’s chant of

“More, more, more, dear god please more.” There’s not a more satisfying sound in the whole world. Well the snap of a victims neck comes a close second but this is still the best symphony of sounds found in the world. I grab the lube off Lindsey after kissing his shoulder and quickly grease up my hand before letting it fall back on Oz’s sweet ass. I am definitely blessed, all three of my boys have perfect asses, not that I like them only because of that, it’s just an added bonus. I tease Oz for long minutes running a finger round and round his tight ring of muscle. Finally his hand snakes back and grabs my finger stilling it, he then sinks back down onto it, taking it into his body with a loud moan.

“You are an eager pup, aren’t you?” I chuckle as Oz turns his head so they we can have eye contact..

“Always eager for you Spike, now will you hurry up and fuck me please?” Oz turns back and takes Wesley’s mouth in another extremely erotic kiss. I add another finger to Oz’s snug passage and he takes it easily so I press both repeatedly against his prostrate.

“Arrhhhhh yes more,” he whimpers and is joined by Wes’s.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” And Lindsey’s.

“Oh, so tight and hot, so good, YES!” As Lindsey sinks into Wesley. They start to move but I grip Lindsey’s hip stilling their movements.

“Just wait one moment, I have something in mind.” Lindsey nods his acquiesce and I focus my attention back on Oz. “I can’t wait any longer, pup, are you ready for my hard cock.” He rocks back onto my fingers before answering.

“Yes Spike, of course I am, I’m always ready for you.” I take him at his word and remove my fingers from his snug passage before lubing my cock and slowly pushing into him.

“Oh YES!” I will never take this for granted, he feels fantastic gripping my cock so tightly. Oz bucks under me as I rub against his prostrate, hearing a hiss from Wesley I know that Oz’s cock would have rubbed against Wesley’s. I start to move in Oz and Lindsey soon picks up the rhythm until all four of us are moving together, soft, sloppy kisses are exchanged and all urgency has seemed to melt out of this coupling. I feel like I could do this forever, move in and out of Oz until my balls slap against his ass. Feel my torso rub against his back, feel his soft skin under my lips as I mouth at his neck. Taste his salty skin that is pure Ozness, but I can also taste myself, Lindsey and Wesley on his skin and hope that it will always be so. The air around us reeks of sex, of the four of us as it should and I breathe in deep lungfuls loving it. Then there are the sounds. The slap, slap, slap of skin against skin. The gasps, the whimpers, the moans, the begging and the words of affection, if only it was always so. I speed up suddenly feeling urgency and a need for release slamming through me.

“Spike, Spike Spike, Spike,” O z chants and suddenly stills as he finally tips over the edge. “MASTER!” He screams, shit that does it to me every time. When Wesley said it yesterday I almost tore off his pants and took him right there. That thought coupled with Oz rippling around me is enough to set me off.

“Boyssss,” I moan what is fast becoming my nickname for the three of them together.

“Wesley,” I hear Lindsey moan and then Wesley shrieks something which I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be a name or not. I lay there for long minutes, still in Oz, hearing the others shift about and start to doze off. After all that alcohol they are not in any fit state to go another round. That’s fine by me, I’ll fuck Lindsey in the morning and I might even talk Wesley into riding me while we are travelling in the car. I feel sated and content right now better than I have in a long time despite not being able to feed and being on the run. We are going to be okay and I have a family to look after and lead. Somewhere that I belong.

*****

One month later

Wesley’s POV

I sit on the steps leading to the balcony outside the front of our new home staring out into the blue hills surrounding us. We haven’t seen sight or sound of the Initiative since we pulled the tracer out of Ethan. There have been rumours going around that their headquarters in Sunnydale were destroyed. It doesn’t matter if they are still around because it would be very unlikely for them to find us again. We are in Canada on the very edge of a hidden friendly demon community who takes in run aways etc. They welcomed us with open arms when we got there and for that I am grateful. Life is great and I am truly happy, my wolf is peaceful and I remember most of what happens while I’m in wolf form. I can change at will which is fantastic, no more being locked in cages because I can control that aspect of myself. Spike has us learning how to fight and Ethan’s been teaching me magic. I can be myself around these people, they are my friends, or even closer than friends, the other six are my family. The hot sex is just a bonus. I have finally found my place in the world, somewhere I belong.

THE END

A/N: This series isn’t finished, keep your eye out for the next fic of this series DeSoto Sex which should hopefully be posted in the next couple of months.