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DeSoto Sex	By : AddictedtoBuffy Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Desoto Sex
Series: Belonging, this is the third instalment. First was The Watcher and the Wolf, then The Rocky Road to Belonging
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Wesley, mention of 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: This fic was inspired by this line from The Rocky Road to Belonging
“I might even talk Wesley into riding me while we are travelling in the car”. Complete PWP. This is set before the one month later reflection in The Rocky Road to Belonging.
Beta: Bubbysbub Rocks and is always there to help make my writing better
Feedback: Please, please, please. I crave it
Part: 1/1
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: PWP, M/M sex.

DeSoto Sex

Spike’s POV

Somewhat refreshed, we bundle into the car just after dark. I managed to ring the number Sally gave me earlier and now know where we are going. I’m in high spirits, which I took out on Lindsey earlier while the wolves watched. This means I can now slowly seduce Wesley as I have til dawn to convince him to ride my cock while we are all stuck in the car. Wesley acts all prim and proper, but as I’ve already discovered if I can get him to let that go, he’s amazing in bed (or out of it). Faith is driving and I have my three boys in the back with me. Lindsey and Oz are comparing music styles while Wesley is sitting stiffly beside me. Any physical advances I try to make now will be immediately shot down. I need him to relax first. I need to draw him out in conversation, the only problem is, what can a vampire and a watcher talk about? I’m guessing ‘how ‘bout those dodgers,’ is not going to cut it but I need to start somewhere.

“So what does the Watcher’s Council say about William the Bloody?” I know a lame way to begin my seduction but I needed to start somewhere.

“Oh just the usual hype, you know, but I do have a closer family history with you.”

“Really? What?” I encourage him to continue.

“Well um… you’ve actually met my father once,” he begins and doesn’t seem to notice that both Ethan and Oz are suddenly listening very intently to this conversation. Ethan approached me this morning and told me all that he knew of Wesley’s father. I can’t remember an encounter with the elder Whyndam-Pryce but then most Watchers look alike to me. Only those I’ve had contact with a couple of times stand out, just like most humans.

“When was this then, pet?” I ask.

“In 1963, an orphanage in Vienna. You and Drusilla massacred everyone there, only my father escaped alive.”

“Drusilla always liked children,” Wesley stiffens further beside me and I sigh, this has gone in a different direction than the way I wanted it to, but I think it is something I must address. I know that Faith killed an initiative soldier guarding the car when they caught up to us at Sally’s place. I might not be able to kill humans at the moment but I’m still a vampire.

“Alright everyone, listen up, we need to discuss where we stand on taking lives.” I immediately have everyone’s attention, even though I know Wesley’s the only one I’m really going to have to fight on this one.

“I would have thought that was obvious,” Wesley begins and I wait for him to say ‘don’t kill humans and kill all demons’. For someone whose a werewolf, he seems to have a very black and white outlook on life. “We protect our own, kill those who try to oppose us, hurt us.” I’m quite surprised at his coming to grips on how things stand. It’s us against the world. I’m glad he understands that and from the looks of things the others understand that too.

“Just a question, if we see a demon what do we do?” Faith asks.

“Not all demons are evil you know. My own race for example, don’t want chaos and destruction, though most of them do call humans ‘cows’ and treat them as slaves.” Lorne frowns at where his input ended up but I think they get the point. Of course I might be wrong though.

“I don’t think we should attack any random demon we come across.” I’m so glad that Lindsey is beginning to assert his independence. Being turned is a disorientating experience for anyone and Lindsey has gone through more than most. Its natural that he will be looking to me for guidance for a while. That he could establish his own opinion without asking for my reassurance shows his strength of character, even if he is only this self assured around his new family.

“What if we spy a damsel in distress being terrorised by some nasty?” Wesley asks me. Oz snuggles into his other side pushing him further into me. I think someone is trying to tell me something. I take the hint and begin brushing my fingers gently over his hand. Wesley shows no outward sign that he feels the touch but I hear his heart speed up just a little bit so I continue to map out his hand as I reply.

“If we wander past that type of thing, course you can save her, but I don’t want you to go looking for it.” I start trailing my fingers up and down his arm gently as the conversation continues around us.

“So where does that leave us now? I mean, we’ve managed to shake the initiative for now, do we have any plans?” Ethan asks.

“Once we get to this safe haven I want to train you all up,” I announce. This causes a couple of conversations to break out but I concentrate solely on Wesley. There is a low level of arousal coming off him, making him smell absolutely delicious. I glance over at him and smile at how he seems to be staring off into space, but I know he is completely focused on my arm lightly brushing up and down his arm. I half turn so that I can nibble on his ear and I smirk at his audible gasp. I lave the ticklish spot just under it, smelling his arousal grow.

“Spike,” its half a moan, half a whine.

“Mmm?,” I murmur from where my lips are on him.

“While I thoroughly enjoy your attention and advances I don’t think this is conduct becoming the situation, do you?” I’m obviously not doing this right if he’s still thinking in such long words. Before he knows it he’s straddling my lap.

“Stop your squawking and just enjoy this, Brit,” Before he can protest anymore my lips meet his and I’m enjoying mapping out his mouth and duelling with his tongue. His hands grip my shoulders as he whimpers into my mouth. Such hot noises as my hand gravitate to his hips encouraging him to thrust.

“Spike,” he protests when my lips leave his but I am unsure if it is a protest of our kissing or if he’s protesting the fact that its stopped. I don’t give him a moment to clarify as I latch onto his neck. My hands deftly undo his shirt and pull it off him before I throw the garment at Oz and Lindsey. The bruises those initiative brutes placed on him are fading slowly, but they still mar his pale skin. I lower my head to one pale-green bruise high up near his collar bone. He gasps as I kiss it, gently rocking into me.

“Never again,” I vow softly but determinedly, staring into his blue eyes. “I won’t let anyone hurt you like this again.” Before he can say anything about how he can look after himself or about how this isn’t my fault I lower my head to drink in the sight of his torso with my mark on it. The artwork of his tattoo is worthy of Angelus and I have to rub my cheek against it though it doesn’t feel any different from his ordinary skin.

“Spike! Stop teasing me please,” he begs and I smirk, it looks like this will be easier than I thought. I kiss the tattoo before gazing into stormy grey eyes.

“Tell me what you want Wes,” I request, grabbing handfuls of his ass. He begins to blush and glances towards the other occupants in the car. This will not do. I distract him by biting one perky ripe nipple.

“Hey!” He protests and tries to scowl at me but I know its just turned him on even more.

“I asked you a question my adorable slut, what do you want me to do to your delectable body?” I encourage him by nipping at his skin while my hands are busy on his bum. He arches into my ministrations, panting for long minutes building up his courage to answer.

“I want… I feel…” Wesley blushes again but he stares at me determinedly. “I want you in me please?” he moans as I suck on his neck. My hands find his fly and unbutton it. He looks on with trepidation, though I know by his hard cock how much he actually wants this.

“Tell me what you feel Wes,” I order as we manoeuvre his pants and boxers off. Now he is writhing on me naked while I am still fully dressed. I know the lovely friction of my clothes on his bare skin is sending lovely sparks through his body.

“I want… no I need to feel you in me. Please Spike I feel empty and I can’t stop clenching, wanting to feel you though you’re not there.” I possess his mouth groaning at his filthy words. I am aware of the radio being turned up louder and I chuckle. Beside me I know Lindsey and Oz are aroused. My hand snaps out and grabs Oz’s wrist stilling his movements. He was leisurely rubbing it against the hard bulge in his pants.

“You two don’t get to come, got it?” I growl. I know I said that I don’t mind them coming when they want but I’m allowed to change my mind.

“Please Master, fuck me!” Wesley is desperately writhing on me, his body gleaming with sweat.

“Patience slut, you’ll soon be riding me, but first you need to be prepared for my cock. Do you like that idea?” I ask ghosting my fingers along his crack. “Do you want to be finger fucked while we’re all in the car?” He arches back displaying his chest.

“Oh god. The things you do to me Spike. Please touch me, I need it.” I go to reach for the lube and find it open and in Lindsey’s hand.

“Thanks number one, you want to slick my hand up?” Wesley draws my attention back to him by grabbing my denim clad cock. Soon my hand is slick and it returns to Wes’ crack. I let Wesley suck my tongue into his mouth as I plunge one finger into him. Bucking up into me he moans. I love how wanton he becomes. If I hadn’t seen it for myself I wouldn’t have believed that this man lived under that priggish English attitude. He is no longer aware- or if he is, he doesn’t care about- the other occupants in the car.

“Please master, please. I can’t stand another moment more. I’m ready,” I smile up at him before removing my fingers from his anal passage.

“Ready for me are we, my slut?”

“I was ready half an hour ago,” he complains. I kiss him again manoeuvring him until he is on top of my erection.

“Off you go then,” and he does. The angle is awkward being stuck together in a car but I’m soon surrounded by his tight gripping heat. Groaning in ecstasy I feel my head hit the head rest behind me. He levers himself up and down by his hands on my shoulders. I lick the sweat off his shoulder, listening to his groans as he manoeuvres so that my cock rubs against his prostrate with every thrust. Wesley is glorious above me, riding me for our mutual pleasure, groaning and arching. This is perfect. I am so happy with my boys.

“Spike, Spike, Oh yeah, Spike,” he murmurs, his lips seeking mine. I kiss him for long moments before whispering to him.

“You love this don’t you? Riding me? Feeling me so deep and knowing you’re the one making this happen. You look so sexy, balancing on my balls.” He groans again, his eyes wide and dark with lust. One of his hands leaves my shoulder searching for his cock that bounces against my stomach every time he lowers himself on me. I grab the hand, tutting.

“Ah ah ahhhh, no touching, I want you to come from just the feel of me in your ass.”

“Oh yeah,” he moans, loving the idea. Wesley speeds up and I groan, not able to last with the delicious sensations around my cock. I change into my game face and lick his neck, wishing I could bite down, stupid initiative. Instead I whisper in his ear.

“Come for me slut.”

“MASTER!!!” He screams coming over my chest, I groan at his muscles contracting around me and come deep inside him.

Panting while holding him close, still inside him for the moment I reflect, that was a great plan and I am one lucky vampire.

THE END

A/N: Don’t worry folks its not the end, the next part of this series will be called A Canadian Interlude but it might be a while before its posted.
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