TITLE: A Soul to Seduce
SETTING: This is set immediately after the AtS S5 episode, “Damage,” but will veer from canon at that point. You’ll very quickly see how. :)
PAIRINGS: Spike/Buffy, Wes/Faith, Lindsey/OC
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, which is a shame because usually we're nicer to them than Joss was.
SUMMARY: When Buffy finds out Spike's alive, she shows up in Los Angeles to demand answers, only to find herself immediately immersed in a web of deceit and betrayal. Who to trust becomes the million dollar question, and her life turns into a race to solve it. Before it's too late for everyone.
PREVIOUSLY ON BUFFY: Wes and Faith moved their relationship up a notch, while Buffy and Spike went back to Watts to double the security on Dana on the tail of discovering Angel’s interest in her…
There is a primer for this now, in case you need help keeping track.
The story begins here.
It felt like being on the Hellmouth all over again.
Over two dozen young faces gazed back at her, faces filled with awe, with fear, with newfound arrogance. Like it had been in Sunnydale, Buffy didn’t know a single name. Most of these Slayers were semi-local, but regardless, she was back in the role of General Buffy, commandeering their respect this time without having to ask first. It dawned on her how much she had truly hated this position.
“Andrew’s given me your stats,” she said. “So I’ve organized you into groups of three. Until I tell you otherwise, these are your new best friends. You’re going to sleep together, eat together, watch each other’s backs. Most importantly, you’re going to take shifts patrolling the grounds and keeping an eye out to make sure nobody gets to Dana except Dr. Guerrero, me, or Watts personnel.”
“So this vampire we’re watching for,” a blonde in the front said. “This is the same one who handed Dana over to us?”
Buffy nodded. “His name is Angel. And he’s very strong. He’s been around almost two hundred and fifty years, and he knows all the tricks. So don’t underestimate him.”
“But if he shows, we’re not to stake him,” confirmed a different blonde.
It was the question of the century, and one Buffy was tired of answering. “Because he has a soul,” she said, just like she always had. “And he has his reasons, as selfish as they are. So no staking.”
The first blonde who had spoken up glanced at where Spike lounged against the wall. “Doesn’t he have a soul, too?” she asked. “I mean, that’s what Andrew said. He told us all about his epic battle to get it.”
In the back of the room, Andrew shrank a little down into his chair, as if trying to hide from Buffy’s frown. Thankfully, Spike didn’t react at all, making Buffy’s response easier.
“Yes, Spike has a soul, which puts him on the no-stake list, too,” she said.
“But what’s the big deal about having a soul if just any old vampire can get one?” Blonde Thing One asked.
She practically heard Spike’s unspoken “Oy!” in her head and cut in before he could speak. “Because it’s not like going down to Target and picking up one out of the clearance bin,” Buffy said. “Spike earned his soul, and I’m not going to have anybody here not respect that.”
“But she cut off his hands.” Apparently, it was Blonde Thing Two’s turn again. “Plus he’s a vampire. Isn’t he going to want revenge, too?”
“Angel doesn’t want revenge—”
“Vengeance isn’t solely a vampire gig,” Spike interrupted smoothly. “And besides, I don’t blame the bird for what she done. She’s not all there, right? Thought I was someone else. Bein’ a vamp doesn’t mean I’m so daft that I don’t know the difference.”
“Because of the soul,” Buffy was quick to interject. She shot him a warning glance. They didn’t need to be muddying the waters right now with gray areas that had taken her forever to start getting past.
The look he aimed at her was pointed. “Knew before the soul. But my point is…” He turned back to the other Slayers with a shrug. “…the girl’s got nothin’ to worry about with me. All I’m interested in is seein’ that she doesn’t hurt any more and keeping her safe.”
The two blondes still looked skeptical, but no more questions were asked, and the girls dispersed as soon as Buffy was done. Even Andrew took off when he noticed the possessive bent to Spike’s stance next to her, and she sagged against the wall as soon as they were alone.
“I am never going to like doing that,” she said, staring out over the empty chairs in the room.
“Problem is, you’re good at it,” Spike commented. He tilted his head, regarding her with undisguised curiosity. “I take it you’re not commanding the troops over there in Rome?”
Buffy shook her head. “I do what I can to help Giles, but he’s pretty busy with all the new Council stuff. And after last year, everybody else was good about sharing the load. It was like this unspoken rule that Buffy got time off for good behavior.” Her smile was rueful. “I guess telling Giles that I was coming here to help you and Dana broke that one for good.”
Spike took a step closer, his gaze still steady on her. “Know we’ve been having our words back and forth, and there’s been some hurt feelings, but for what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re in LA.” His hand brushed over her hair, and though he made no contact with her skin, she still felt it, a shivering caress that warmed her to her toes. “And she might not know it yet, but it’s good for Dana, too.”
As difficult as it was, she pushed away from the wall. “I need to let Gemma know I’m here,” Buffy said, heading for the wall phone. “She’s making me clear all my visits with Dana with her.”
“She doesn’t really think you’re goin’ to do her any harm, does she? She doesn’t know you very well, obviously.”
She sighed. “You know, Spike, considering what’s been going on and that she doesn’t know me from Adam, I’m not so sure if I wouldn’t be doing exactly the same thing if I was in her shoes. And at least I know for sure she’s in Dana’s corner. Dana needs all the help she can get.”
His hand was on her shoulder before she reached the phone, stopping her in mid-step and forcing her to turn around. When she looked up at Spike, his eyes were soft and warm, drinking her in so deeply that the sterile walls surrounding them disappeared. All she saw was him. All she felt was the familiar soothing that had characterized the best of their relationship. And all she wanted in that moment was to take that final step closer and wrap her arms around his waist.
He moved first.
The hard wall of his chest provided the perfect spot for her cheek, and Buffy closed her eyes within a second of contact with the soft cotton. Spike splayed his hands down her back, smoothing the knotted muscles, and the brush of his mouth against the top of her head almost broke through her last wall. Squeezing back the tears of relief, she tightened her arms even more around his lean body, unwilling to ever let go.
“I’m here,” he murmured, over and over again in tones so gentle that there was no denying their veracity. “And you don’t have to do any of this alone, Buffy. Not any more.”
“I know.” And she did. Though that didn’t change… “Except for Dana.” She looked up at him before he could misunderstand her intent. “I have to see her by myself for now. It’s still too soon since she attacked you for her to see you, and I haven’t built up enough rapport yet to have her automatically believe me that you’re not going to hurt her.”
His lips thinned, but after a moment, Spike nodded. “Makes sense.”
“But the rest of it—”
He stopped her from finishing the sentence by pressing his mouth to hers, a caress that had both of them parting their lips, seeking out the other’s tongue, hands grappling for a better hold within seconds of contact. It was both familiar and not, a memory of days better left unremembered and a testimony to what was yet to come. More than make her burn, however, it made Buffy’s head spin, so that by the time Spike pulled away, she felt like she was flying.
“You do what you need to do,” he said. “And I’m goin’ to do what I need to do.”
Buffy frowned. “And what’s that?”
His hands came up to rub her upper arms. “Know you called Wes, but if all I’m goin’ to be doin’ around here is waiting for you to be done with Dana, I thought I’d go back and check on Lindsey. There’s no guarantee Angel didn’t go back there to try and finish the job.”
Personally, Buffy thought Lindsey was the least of Angel’s worries at the moment, and that he’d be too distracted to give the ex-lawyer a second consideration. But she nodded anyway and stepped back, putting unwanted distance between their bodies.
“That’s probably a good idea,” she said. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be.”
For a moment, she thought he was going to argue with her – which totally didn’t make sense since she’d just agreed to his suggestion without batting an eyelash or even arguing – but then Spike was brushing her hair off her face, momentarily distracted by its length, and smiling at her like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“I’ll stick around there until Wes and Faith show up,” he promised. “If you’re not done by then, I’ll give you a ring.”
“Maybe we can go get dinner after,” she said without thought. “Someplace nice.”
That stopped him halfway through the door. With a tilt of his head and a cock of his brow, Spike regarded her for a full thirty seconds before speaking. “That sounds like a date.”
Her smile was slow but sure. “That’s because it is.”
He matched her smile and nodded. “A date it is, then.”
And then he was gone.
And Buffy wished desperately that he was back already.
Gemma hung up the phone, less than pleased. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t stop Buffy from seeing Dana. There were still appearances to be made with the Council, and in the end, Gemma was just as accountable to them as Buffy was. The only part of the conversation that she’d liked at all was hearing that security around Dana had trebled. It suited her purpose. Angel and anybody he might send in his stead would find it a hell of a lot more difficult to get closer to Gemma’s patient now.
She knew from Andrew’s earlier phone call that the vampire she’d seen with Buffy was at Watts, as well. Buffy hadn’t mentioned Spike, but that was most likely because she knew it would upset Gemma. Which it would. He wouldn’t get in to see Dana, though, not if Gemma had anything to say. A quick phone call to the nurses’ station ensured that Buffy would be the only one to pass through those doors.
Gemma would have done it herself, but with Buffy and Spike at Watts, there was a certain someone she wanted to finish a conversation with. After grabbing her purse and keys, she instructed her secretary to not divulge that she wasn’t in the building. If there was an emergency, or if anybody wanted to reach her, Gemma was to be called on her cell phone. Hopefully, though, she’d be back long before anybody even noticed she was gone.
She couldn’t stop shaking.
Straddling Wesley’s lap, feeling his erection pressing against her covered pussy, Faith knew there were other things they should have been doing, anything that wasn’t mauling each other like horny teenagers out on a second date. But the second he had reached for her, any thought of turning back from what she’d instigated had vanished, and all Faith wanted was to feel his lean form glued to hers, drown in the same kind of kisses he’d offered earlier.
Except it was different. He was different. She was different. Everything was different.
It should have been about a temporary reprieve from the insanity of the past couple days. Coming together and ignoring everything that had transpired between them in years gone by to forget pain for a few precious hours and wallow in pure, carnal lust instead. It should have been hot and easy. It should have been a lot of things.
But from the moment Wes dragged her back up to his mouth, after she’d made the comment about his scar, something changed. He kissed her without letting her go, strong hands molding over her back to find spots of tension to knead that she hadn’t even realized were there. He kept her mouth on his, even going so far as to knot his fingers in her hair to curl fingers into her skull when she attempted to explore elsewhere. Faith knew she could break free, that all it would take would be a little bit of force and she could do whatever she wanted, but even she recognized that this was what she wanted. And if Wes wanted both of them to be lightheaded from his insistent kisses, then that was good with her.
It didn’t stop the torrent of sensation from rushing through her, though. Not the tight curl in the pit of her stomach when his hand slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans to stroke the upper swell of her ass. Not the prickle of heat along her bare arms when his teeth caught on her lip, just hard enough for the slight stab of pain to sharpen the pleasure of his soothing tongue. Not the ache in her chest when he finally broke away and looked at her, blue eyes burning into hers.
“I don’t want to do this here,” he murmured. “But I don’t want to let you go enough for us to go into the bedroom, either.”
She smirked. It was easier to wear the robe of the audacious tease anyway. “Afraid I’ll run away?”
Wes shook his head. “I’m afraid this won’t be real. I’m rather…tired of having truth ripped away from me today.”
Her smirk faltered. With her throat so tight she could barely breathe, Faith tightened both her arms and legs around him, closing what little distance there already was between their bodies.
“You don’t have to let go, slugger. I’m an old pro at hanging on.”
Wes slid his hands down to cup her ass, his muscles tensing as he rose to his feet. There was a moment of vertigo as Faith adjusted to the new angle, but as he walked to the bedroom, his gaze unfailingly on her, she wondered if it was that or the sense of déjà vu growing stronger with every step.
It wasn’t until they reached the edge of his bed that it struck her what the similarity was.
She had expected this to be an escape for both of them. And it wasn’t. Not just an escape, that is. At least, it didn’t feel like it.
The last time she’d been in a situation like this was right before the Hellmouth collapsed. When she’d taken Robin for a tumble and fallen so hard herself.
She’d loved Robin in the end. She could admit that now. And she’d lost him.
It made her ache to think that it could happen all over again.
Wes paused before lowering her to the mattress. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern coloring his words.
She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to think about it. Not Robin, not Wes, not repercussions that would only make things worse in the long run. She wanted a few hours of oblivion. Was that such a hard thing to ask for?
Apparently. Because she blurted the words without hesitation.
“What the fuck are we doing?”
His frown eased, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “I thought that was obvious,” Wes murmured, his hands caressing her ass. “Unless…” He froze. “Are you asking me to stop?”
“No, I just…I can’t be the only one confused here.”
With a gentleness that shouldn’t have surprised her, he lowered her to the bed, allowing her to let him go and stretch out along its length. “Remarkably, you’re the one part of all this that’s crystal clear for me,” he said. He removed his shirt as he spoke, revealing more scars than she would have thought a bookworm like Wes should sport. There was one on his abdomen that looked particularly angry, as well as smaller, lighter marks adorning random patches of skin. “I know who you are, Faith. Now. And I’d like to think that you know who I am.”
She did. God help her, she finally got it. But all she could do was nod.
His hands worked at his pants, pushing them down his long legs until he stood naked in front of her. The sight of his hard cock jutting from the dark hair made her mouth water, and she sat up to grasp him at the base before he could move beyond reach. Her tongue darted out and dragged across the wet tip, eliciting a sharp hiss from Wes, but the first burst of taste only made Faith want more, and she opened her mouth wider in order to swallow him down.
His hand settled on the back of her head, feather light but still there, following the motion of her head as she began sucking up back up his hard length. “Faith…” he groaned, but anything else was lost in his long, shuddering sigh when she let her teeth scrape at the velvety crown. His fingers tightened, pulling at her hair so that it prickled down her spine, but it did nothing to stop her.
Resting her hands on the taut muscles of his hips, Faith balanced swallowing Wesley’s cock down with allowing him to guide her along, a fragile equilibrium that had her trembling far worse than she’d been in the living room. At first, she closed her eyes, concentrating on how hard he was as he passed over her lips, on the sounds he made when she let her tongue dance over his shaft, but it didn’t take long for her to open them again. She needed to know where she was. She needed to know who it was she was with. Closing her eyes blurred lines she didn’t want clouded, lines she was pretty sure Wes wanted clear as well.
He pulled her off far too soon.
Wes didn’t give her time to ask why before he was pushing her back to the bed, his mouth fused to hers in a desperate kiss that she had no choice but to reciprocate. As he stripped her of the rest of her clothing, his fingertips scalded where they dragged along her skin, leaving her writhing beneath his long body by the time she was naked. Faith gripped his shoulders, coiling a leg around his hip, but at the first draw of his body toward hers, Wes broke free of her mouth.
“This can’t be rough,” he rasped, panting for breath. “I’m not going to be the one who hurts you.”
It took until he skimmed along the edges of her bandages to realize what Wes was referring to. “Maybe I should be on top,” she suggested.
“No.” Every ragged rise of his chest scraped along her aching nipples. “Just trust me.”
Faith swallowed. Her ears were ringing. “Only if you let me ride you as soon as I’m healed.”
His slow smile drove the worst of the ringing away. “You have my word.”
Wes waited until she relaxed the hold of her leg before shifting his hips so that the head of his cock dragged along her swollen outer lips. Faith gasped as it glanced over her clit, but there was no time to demand more before he was positioned at her opening, sinking into her wet channel slowly, deliberately, gentle without losing the edge of his hunger. He didn’t pause when he was completely sheathed, rocking in and out of her with long strokes that belied the hard kisses that returned to steal her breath. Faith didn’t care. It offered the means to finally block out the worrisome thoughts of earlier.
The desire to surge against him with every thrust was kept at bay by Wesley’s exploring hands. Fingers found hard nipples, nails scratched across sensitive skin, all of it worked together to leave her flesh poised to erupt. With her heart tripping, the world faded to nothing but Wes and his mouth and his hands and the growing certainty that nothing had been so right in quite some time. She squeezed around his cock, and a ragged groan came from his throat, forcing Wes to tear away from her lips and rest his brow to hers.
“Do that again,” he murmured. It wasn’t quite begging, but the need was undeniable, and Faith granted the request without hesitation.
This time, Wesley’s groan was almost a growl. “The things you do…”
“There’s more.” Faith scratched her nails across his nape, seeking out his mouth again. “This is just the tip of the iceberg.”
Wesley’s strokes grew in intensity, harder and longer without – somehow – speeding up. When her orgasm began to curl deep in her gut, Faith clawed at his shoulders, needing the support they offered as everything else abandoned her. He didn’t quicken even as she screamed his name, though his strokes grew increasingly erratic, culminating in the sudden bow of his back, the tendons standing out in his neck as his lashes fluttered shut.
Faith clenched around his cock once again as he shot deep inside her, not easing off even when he came crashing back, slamming his mouth to hers in a kiss so savage that she tasted blood. Without breaking away, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she was stretched atop him, his length still buried in her pussy.
“I thought I wasn’t going to be on top,” she panted when he finally pulled back.
“This isn’t about fucking you again,” he said, matching her breathless state. One hand came up to push the sweat-damp hair off her forehead. “I just want to hold you.”
What was she supposed to say to that? There was nowhere to run, as was her usual modus operandi, and what was more frightening, she didn’t want to.
Slowly, she rested her head on his chest. Beneath her cheek, she felt his breathing gradually slow until it matched the soft caresses his hands left up and down her back. Her eyes remained open. There was probably something she needed to say, but right then, Faith had no idea what it was.
So she opted for silence.
It was far more comfortable than she could have imagined.
To be continued in Chapter 21: Got a Soul That Cannot Sleep…