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.

A Canadian Interlude

Chapter 1 – Revelations

Spike’s POV

I stroll away from the village with beer, smokes and blood under my arm, while I whistle a tune. Our cottage is outside of the main township; that suits us fine. This demon community has been good to us once they realised that Lindsey and I can’t bite. There are a couple of wankers, but most of them are fine. The path through the woods is empty with no hint of civilisation. The others do most of the shopping but I like to get my own essentials.

“Sire!” I freeze at the whisper on the breeze. So my Childe wants to play. I know he is out in the woods somewhere, I just need to find him. Since we’ve got here I’ve been training him in the woods but he doesn’t know all my tricks just yet. I scent the air but cannot smell him, which means he is up wind and I know which direction to go in. I stalk through the underbrush feeling the blood in my veins. I love a good hunt and now that I can’t hurt humans this is the only way it can happen.

I hear a twig snap to my left. Ha. I’ve got him. Grinning I head off deeper into the woods using all my senses to find him. Of course I could have just used the Sire-Childe bond but that would be cheating. I stop under a tree knowing that Lindsey is near but unable to see him. It hits me where he is a moment before he does. Lindsey was hiding in the tree above me. He barrels into me and we fall to the ground. I roll over so I’m on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

“You caught me,” he laughs and I pin his hands above his head.

“Yes I did, so now you’re mine to use as I want,” I tell him thrusting my hips once to illustrate my point.

“I’m forever yours and you can always do anything you want to me.” He tells me sincerely and I’m glad. For a moment I remember once telling Angelus something similar when I was a fledge. I can’t change the past and I don’t need him now, but I vow that Lindsey won’t have to go through something like that. I will always be there for him.

“I will never, ever abandon you,” I reply fiercely.

“I know.”

“You and the mutts are mine.” He smiles and relaxes under me.

“So… are we going to chat all day or are you going to do something with me?” Cheeky bugger. I kiss him possessively before jumping up and offering him a hand. He takes it immediately and I drag him up.

“I think I could be persuaded to do something with you.” I pull him towards me and bite his neck with my blunt teeth, not breaking the skin.

“Mmm, Sire,” he murmurs. I pull back and look into lust-filled eyes.

“Suck me!” I command and he immediately drops to his knees in front of me. He stares up at me but does not touch as I have taught him. He is waiting for permission.

“Please,” he begs.

“You may unzip me, with your teeth.” This is something he is fantastic at. He leans forward and grips the zipper gingerly in his teeth before pulling it down with his hands behind his back. He breathes on the exposed skin before using his teeth and tongue to undo the button. Lindsey glances up at me, seeking approval.

“Very nice pet, you can use your hands now, just do me fast. We need to get back to the others.” He nods, not saying a word, playing the perfect childe. I sigh as he deep throats me, feeling the play of his throat muscles around my dick. It doesn’t take me long before I’m coming down his throat. I pant quietly in the night air feeling the breathe brush against my skin. I’m forever glad that we were able to escape the initiative. I look back down at Lindsey who is still kneeling at my feet his erection outlined in his tight jeans. I offer him my hand and he gracefully returns to his feet.

“That was very pretty number one,” I comment. “Would you like me to do something about this?” I ask just teasing his bulge with one finger.

“Please Sire,” Lindsey begs so prettily.

“Or would you rather wait and use this on one of the wolves when we get back?” I ask knowing his answer. Lindsey is not a very patient person, we are alike in that respect.

“Now Sire please, I can always get it up again later,” he thrusts into my hand once not able to hold still. I know I spoil him but I can’t help it. He is my childe, my only childe. I quickly undo his fly and grasp his hardness, the other hand snaking around his back and helping him to stay up. I attack his mouth and he quickly suckles my tongue, muffling his sounds as I masturbate him quickly. Soon he stiffens and comes in my hand with a chocked off cry.

“Better?” I ask as he composes himself and puts himself away before zipping up his fly.

“Much. Thankyou Sire. Now what?” he asks.

“Now we find my supplies before going back to the house. I have some news for everyone.” I reply walking back the way I had come with Lindsey quickly following.

*****

Oz’s POV

I gaze out at the dark sky littered with beautiful stars winking in the distance. My guitar lays forgotten on my lap as I sit on the top step leading to the balcony at the front of our house. Watching the stars like this reminds me of how small we actually are and how big the universe is. Light shines beside me and just as quickly disappears as Wesley opens and closes the door to come and join me. He sits beside me not saying a word just letting the companionable silence fall between us. I lean against him and he holds me safe in his arms as we stare out at the night. Behind us I can hear the domestic noises of Faith, Lorne and Ethan cleaning up after dinner. I can imagine that there is also the odd grope and kiss being shared between the three of them. They are acting like a couple on their honeymoon ever since the three of them got together about three weeks ago. I suppose we act the same so I have no reason to gripe.

My sensitive hearing picks up a noise from the woods surrounding the house and I am instantly on guard, knowing that Wesley beside me heard it too. Everyone has been jumpy since we left Sunnydale. We have all had nightmares where the initiative recapture us, and even though word has reached us that they’ve been taken out, none of us will truly believe it until we see it with our own eyes. On the plus side this means that we have all been training really hard and have made much progress. If the initiative do find us they will find we are not as easy to overcome as last time. I let the breath I’d been holding out slowly as I watch Spike and then Lindsey emerge out of the shadows of the trees.

“Hey wolves, wot’cha doing out here?” Spike asks, jumping up the steps two at a time, bag full of his ‘essentials’ under one arm. I take in Lindsey’s dishevelled appearance and smile. Looks like the two of them had a little Sire-Childe bonding time while they were gone. Spike looks the same as ever, hyperactive and immaculate at the same time.

“Just watching the stars,” Wesley supplies. Lindsey bends down and kisses him quickly in greeting before I find myself subject to the same treatment.

“So we going to sit out here all night or do you want to go in?” Lindsey asks when he lets go of my lips.

“Might as well,” I shrug and stand smiling as Spike helps Wesley up without the wolfs consent.

“I can stand on my own, Spike.” Wesley protests and Spike just laughs.

“Course you can.” He strolls into the house and we follow as we will always follow Spike, our alpha. “Listen up boys and girl, I have some news.” Spike startles the three on the couch, Lindsey, Wesley and I quickly seating ourselves together, waiting to hear what Spike will say. Spike, our Master, paces in the middle of the room as we watch patiently, knowing he will tell us in his own time. Something has concerned him but not enough to make him worry, if that was so he would not have been joking with us outside. We would be told to pack and we would be leaving if it was something worrying.

“Word has reached the community that there are some demon refuges hurrying this way and they should be here just after nightfall. Toni has asked for everyone’s help to get them settled in, just like everyone helped when we got here, so when we get up tonight we will have to help.” I nod my head, we’re a close-knit community. We have to be when any outsider can be a threat. There are so many forces out there, that if they knew about the town would love to wipe it out, despite everyone being peaceful for the most part and no threat at all.

“What about what they’re fleeing from? What is it and could they be followed?” Ethan asks and we all hear his unspoken question. ‘Is it the initiative?’

“It’s not soldier boys, just some fanatic group called the Scourge. Not the Scourge of anything, just the Scourge. Silly name if you ask me.” I smiled at Spike’s rant but then I noticed Lorne. He was sitting there, stiffly but he started to shiver from where he was sandwiched in between Ethan and Faith. They both shared worried glances before focusing on the loud demon between them.

“Hey what’s wrong?” Faith asked surprisingly softly as she runs her hand over the green brow.

“The Scourge. Shit,” my eyebrow raised at the expletive, I have never heard Lorne swear before. Spike whirled around to face Lorne immediately, realising that he had a source of information right there.

“What do you know Lorne?”

“They’re… They’re unstoppable. I’m in no danger but I’ve seen what they’ve done. They exterminate, leave no one alive.

“Why are you in no danger?” Wesley asked sitting forward in his seat. Always the researcher is our Wes. Lorne raises his head to gaze at Wesley with cold eyes.

“The Scourge are fanatics. Pure demons who have decided that all half demons are vermin and need to be exterminated. They hate any of what they call the ‘lesser beings.’ And think they are better than everyone else. I am pure demon from another dimension. I would only be their concern if I was found helping half demons. Werewolves and vampires are among the creatures they hunt along with most of our friends in town. If they manage to follow our new friends then they would burn this place to the ground and take everyone in it with them.” Lindsey shivers and moves closer to me seeking reassurance. In many ways he is so young even though he is older than me in human years lived, this is because he is a fledge and will be so for many years, not moving far from his Sire’s side.

Spike was, and still is, an anomaly compared to most vampires. While most stay with their Sire for at least forty years. Spike found himself without Angelus eighteen years after his turning. He was able to look after not just himself but also the insane Drusilla who would never be able to achieve true autonomy. Two years later he killed his first Slayer earning him the title of Master. Twenty years after his turning he was the youngest Master Vampire ever. Many vampires did not like this turn of events and tried to take him out which is another reason why Spike a.k.a. William the Bloody is a name feared in many circles. Now, Spike has a childe and of course is alpha male to two werewolves. Something never heard of before. He also has a vampire slayer in his inner circle. Unfortunately no one knows of this. After our capture by the initiative and subsequent escape we have been laying low so that most of the world doesn’t even know if Spike or any of us for that matter is still alive. A fact that is the only thing keeping us really safe as Spike and Lindsey still have those chips in their heads and cannot harm a living being. Ethan and Wesley have been trying to find a way to get rid of the chips but so far without any success.

“Alright, looks like we’ll just have to be careful.” Spike’s words shook me out of my reverie. “Right now the sun has already risen and its been a long night, Lindsey is already dozing, we’ll talk about this when we get up tonight.” Lindsey has trouble staying fully awake when the sun is up, something Spike has told us will become less prominent with age. We have all now grown accustomed to being awake all night and sleeping during the day. The demon community does the same, as seemingly empty buildings attract a lot less interest if they are stumbled upon by someone lost than bustling buildings. Besides, for us, it would be silly to be awake during the day and asleep during the night when the two vampires do the opposite.

Spike leers at me as we make our way to the master bedroom and I know right then that I’ll end up on my back with Spike filling me over and over. Not that I have a problem with that at all. I let the others move ahead, Lindsey has perked up again knowing that he’ll get to come at least once before we go to sleep. Vampires are insatiable. I smile as I stand just in the doorway to our private abode. Wesley is already stretched out of the sheets, hard and naked, begging for someone to join him. This is one of the reasons I love Wes so much. He can just switch off the researching clinical watcher part of him and become such a hot, needy sex-monkey. That anyone who sees him can’t help but give him what he wants. Who would have known about this side of Wes when he first came to Sunnydale? A part of me is actually glad that I bit him that fateful night, or life would be so very different and possibly not as good. I sigh as strong arms wrap around me and I’m pulled back against a hard, cool naked chest.

“They’re such a sight together aren’t they?” Spike whispers in my ear as I refocus on the action happening on the bed. A naked Lindsey is straddling a whimpering writhing Wesley as they thrust together. It’s enough to take my breath away and I arch into the hands exploring my chest. “What do we say, we strip you down, cos’ at the moment you’re the odd one out?” I just nod, letting Spike manoeuvre me as he wills. I feel my shirt being lifted up and as I raise my arms above my head I am disappointed as my vision is obscured for a few moments. Lindsey and Wesley are such an enticing picture, the way Lindsey’s buttocks clench as he thrusts. The way Wesley’s legs are wrapped around Lindsey, opening him up further. My shirts pulled free and I can’t stand not touching anymore. I whirl around and pounce on Spike, kissing him furiously. Wanting more. Spike responds in kind and I soon find myself happily sucking on his tongue as he pushes my pants and boxers to the ground where they pool around my feet. Using his vampire strength I find myself lifted into his arms and I immediately wrap my legs around him. I’m panting slightly as he starts sucking on my neck.

I don’t even realise we’re moving until he lays me gently on the bed. I don’t let go of him, forcing Spike to move down with me, covering me with his hard body. This is where I love to be. Spike lets go of my neck and pulls back staring down at me. My breath catches in my throat at the possessive look in his sparkling eyes. Then the moment’s gone as I realise that Wesley is demanding to come next to me. I turn my head to find him right there. Skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Hair stuck to his forehead, eyes tight shut and mouth open as a litany of pleases spill forth. Such an enticing sight as he writhes under Lindsey, lost to his own pleasure. I would like nothing more than to make sure he always looks like this. He groans wantonly and I have to possess that mouth. I lean over, grateful that Spike moves off me and seal my lips to his. Mmm, he tastes like Lindsey, I must have missed that. Noises make it past my mouth sealed to his and I can’t think of a hotter sound. Our tongues duel and then he shrieks, his whole body arching up before he collapses in a boneless heap. After kissing him gently I move back smiling at his sated appearance. However, I am painfully hard and I really want Spike to take me. It seems he has a similar idea as I find myself flipped on my back.

“What about it wolf, you want me?” He oozes sex appeal and I am lost under his spell.

“Spike. Master, please,” I beg feeling so turned on and completely at his mercy. He settles between my legs that immediately opened for him. I would never deny him. A hand make its meandering way across my chest and I smile at Lindsey sitting next to us as he starts to play with my nipples. I feel Spike pull up my leg and I let him manoeuvre it until its over his shoulder. I can feel myself open up at the position and I pant louder knowing that Spike can now see everything, I’m presented to him.

“That’s it pet, let Spike in.” I love the initial feeling of being breached by a finger, knowing that it can only get better. Moaning, I bear down on the finger in my ass and then arch up into Lindsey’s hand. A warm tongue laving the spot where the tattoo proclaiming I’m Spike’s startles me, and I groan, being the sole focus of three very handsome men.

“Oh yeah, more please Spike.” I can’t help but moan. He obliges and I find that I quickly have three fingers inside me stroking my prostrate over and over, turning my brain to complete goo. Wesley’s tongue slowly moves downwards until it teases around where I ache the most.

“Oh yes, please Wes, please suck me.” He chuckles and then I feel wet, warm suction around just the head of my penis. Sensations are stacking one on top of the other and I barely notice when Lindsey repositions Wesley without the werewolf losing touch with his prize: me. I do however notice as Lindsey pushes into him as my head lolls around as if on its own accord. I groan as I feel my other leg go over Spike’s shoulder, effectively bending me in half.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. You ready wolf? I can’t wait to impale you. Have your hot tight body writhing on my cock.” I feel his cock teasing my gap and I moan long and loud trying to bear down on that elusive cock. I ache for it, I need it, need to feel full.

“And so you shall be?” Huh? Did I speak out loud I ponder, but the next second all rational thought flees from my mind as he finally moves into me. All I can think about is. Yes. So Good. More, please more. Don’t Stop, Don’t Ever Stop! Spike is an expert at this and I feel every stroke filling me completely. Wesley is still wrapped around my cock, making very hot noises around me as he is pounded into from behind by Lindsey, who is not holding back at all. Wesley starts making even more obscene noises and the vibrations through my sensitive flesh make me shiver in response. I watch Lindsey bend over Wesley’s back and I try to find a distraction to keep back my orgasm. I don’t want this to ever finish. Lindsey laves the spot where neck meets shoulder and Wesley’s noises increase. I know what Wesley wants because I want it too but the vampires just can’t give it to us, through no fault of their own. Lindsey stutters and roars, his orgasm upon him. I watch as he rears back game face to the fore but then he lunges forward and bites deep into Wesley. I wait for the scream of pain but there is none. Instead Wesley screams out in absolute bliss and comes. Wait a minute. The vampires can bite. My eyes lock on Spike’s I’m unable to speak but I will him to understand what I want. He smiles at me toothily and then bites into my firm thigh. I expect pain but no, instead a wave of pleasure washes over me and I come hard.