A Slayer Born, Part 2 (crack fic)
Title: A Slayer Born, Part 2
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Angel/Buffy/Wesley, Willow/Faith
Rating: NC-17 (with the porn-y goodness)
Summary: A continuation of my insanity, Wesley is now resident in Buffy's body and trying to adjust to his new life.
Wesley did his best to follow Faith’s movements, but his control over Buffy’s body still wasn’t complete. They had pushed back the furniture in the living room and Faith was leading him through a kata that Angel had first taught Buffy. “Relax Wesley. Your body knows this. Let it flow, let your body remember.”
“Easy enough.” He shook his head, then shook out arms and legs before settling back into the starting position. He watched Faith, his movements a split second behind hers as he struggled. Sweat trickled between his breasts and down into the crack of his ass, distracting him. Faith’s movements were smooth, precise.
Wesley’s foot slipped and he caught himself before falling, but not before cracking his hand on the end table. “Ugh! This is impossible!” He collapsed onto the couch, crossing his arms and pouting in a gesture that was more Buffy than Wesley.
Faith chuckled and reached for a towel. “It is not impossible, Wes. Hard, yes. You gotta remember, that body’s been laying in a bed for five years.”
“Yes, and its been female a far cry longer than that.” Wesley said, taking the bottle of water she handed him. “Really, Faith. I-I don’t understand it. I don’t know what to do with…it. I can’t control it. I feel like this is all some strange sort of nightmare I will wake from at any moment.”
Faith swallowed water and perched on the arm of the chair nearest him. “Was it easier in Angel?”
Wesley tilted his head as he thought about it. “Illyria was the most difficult. I was just along for the ride.”
“But that only lasted a few hours.”
He nodded and sipped on the water. “Yes, but they were hard hours. I watched my body die from inside of her. I watched Gunn die. I felt her rage and the confusion my presence caused. When she released me, I thought I’d be free, I was almost glad. I was tired. It had been a hard year.”
Faith nodded. “You were worn pretty thin when I saw you last. Looked like the walking dead…worse, actually.”
He smiled and shook his head. “I imagine so.” He could almost picture himself as Angel had seen him that day, as Willow and Faith left LA to go battle the First in Sunnydale. “There are advantages, of course.” Faith raised an eyebrow and he realized he’d drifted. “I got the chance to see what both Illyria and Angel really thought about me, see memories from their vantage point. There really isn’t much hiding when you exist in the same body.”
“Which means you got to know Angelus pretty damn well too.” Faith said and they both looked toward the balcony where the bottle that held the demon’s ashes still sat. No one seemed inclined to get rid of it.
“Well, I do understand Angel’s struggle much better.” Wesley admitted. “And, the relationship between Buffy and Angel…well, truthfully I may never completely understand that, but I can feel the reaction of her body to being in a room with him. It’s…peculiar…and complicated.”
“Well far be it from any of us to have a relationship that isn’t complicated.” Willow came into the room from the hallway. Faith and Wesley looked up as she set bags on the table and started sorting through them.
Faith got up to help her and Wesley sipped at his water. “I ran into Xander at headquarters.” Willow said. “Everyone is pretty freaked out. I’ve smoothed over the whole breaking a demon out thing, and Angel is still talking with the council’s doctors. But, they don’t know about Buffy…or Wesley…exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
Wesley got up, stretching as he moved closer. Willow paused with a carton of milk in her hands and smiled. “The nurses at the hospital only know that we took Buffy home, expecting that she would fade away and die. That’s what they told Xander. He’s-at the door.”
They turned at the knock, all of them looking toward the hallway. “I got it.” Faith said, dropping the package of cookies onto the table and dusting her hands on her sweats as she passed Wesley. She disappeared into the hall and they heard the door open. “Hey Harris.”
“Faith.”
“Here to see B?”
There was no response, then the door closed and there was the sound of footsteps. Wesley turned to face the hallway and exhaled. Xander came into view, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped, head down. He seemed resigned to bad news. “Hey Xand.” Willow said with a smile.
His head came up with one hand in a sloppy hello gesture, then he froze. “Buffy?” He choked the name out and seemed to forget breathing. Then he was throwing himself at Wesley, wrapping his arms around Buffy’s body and hugging her tightly. Wesley did his best not to stiffen and managed to put his arms briefly around Xander.
Xander wasn’t letting go though. Wesley patted his back and Xander only squeezed harder. “Not breathing is becoming a problem,” he gasped out and Xander reluctantly released his grip on Buffy, stepping back a pace.
“How-no, when?” Xander’s eyes flashed from Willow to Faith and back to Wesley/Buffy. “I mean, how and when and what? Last I knew, Buff was down for the count and no magic was bringing her back.”
Xander launched himself at Wesley again, hugging Buffy tightly before clearing his throat and stepping back. “And why didn’t anyone think to tell us.”
“Us?” Wesley asked impulsively, and Xander’s eyes narrowed.
“Us, me and Dawnie.”
“Xander, its only been a few days, and-“ Willow started.
Wesley caught the hurt on her face and smiled at Xander. “My fault. I asked them to wait.”
“What? Why? And, when did you pick up an English accent, being all Coma Girl lately?”
“Cut B some slack, Harris.” Faith said, slapping his shoulder. “It’s been a rough couple of days. Her eyes widened when she looked at Wesley, then she grinned. “And, it isn’t like you’ve been reachable, dependable guy lately. Have you even seen a phone in the last 4 months?”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. There weren’t too many opportunities for checking in, what with beating the bushes in the Bush for slayer-babies and demon dens and signs of impending apocalypse.”
Xander fell into habit and started helping Willow with the groceries, his goofy grin speaking more to his happiness than his words might indicate. “So seriously, Wills, how?”
“It was brilliant, Harris. Shoulda been there.” Faith said, sliding by Willow to put away the cookies and a few other goods in the pantry.
“Faith, maybe we should explain this before you start bragging.” Willow said, resting a hand on Xander’s. “We should sit down.”
Wesley was already on the couch and Xander plopped down beside him, grabbing him around the shoulders. Willow sat beside him and looked to Wesley as if trying to figure out where to start. “Okay, Xander. You should know that we did everything we could, magically, medically. Buffy was…”
Wesley shifted uncomfortably. He could feel an echoing emotion from Buffy. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out to her, just as he had multiple times in the four days since he’d awakened in her body. “Nothing worked.” Willow said.
Xander’s hand slipped from Wesley’s shoulders, down to his nearest hand. “Something worked.” Wesley looked to him, squeezed the hand a little. Xander’s smile was brilliant before he looked back to Willow.
Willow shook her head. Wesley felt for her. She had wanted to be the one to tell them, Dawn and Xander, but he could see she wasn’t ready. “The truth is, Xander, something did work, but not in the way you might believe.” Wesley said.
Xander turned to look at him. “You know you sound just like-Oh My God! You’re not Buffy!”
He jumped half way across the room. “Xander, please-“
“No! You-you imposter! You Watcher in a Slayer’s body!” Xander paced in little circles, his hands flailing in a loop between his head and his hips.
Wesley stood and took a step toward him, stopping when the look on Xander’s face became angrier. “Let us explain.”
“What, Angel’s body wasn’t good enough for you?” Xander asked sarcastically. “Or did you just want the trifecta?”
Wesley cocked his head to the side. “Trifecta?”
Xander stopped pacing. “Watcher, Vampire…Slayer?”
“Oh, yes. I hadn’t thought of that.” Wesley said.
Willow slid off the couch and came to Xander. “Angel was dying, Xander. His body couldn’t handle all three of them. Buffy was dying, her consciousness was nearly gone, her body wouldn’t have lasted much longer.”
“So, you chose to save him?” Xander looked away, his anger palpable.
“Hopefully, we saved them both.” Faith said, rejoining them after finishing the groceries.
“She’s still in here, Xander.” Wesley said.
“And Angel?” He seemed to deflate and sagged into the chair nearest him.
“Alive and well.” Willow said. “He’s at Watcher Headquarters getting a once over from the doctors. Should be back soon.”
“Alive…as in, alive?”
Willow smiled then. “I am a powerful witch.”
“Beautiful too.” Faith said, taking Willow in her arms.
Willow kissed her and Xander groaned. He gave Wesley the once over, his eye trying to find some sign of his friend now that he could see Wesley in her eyes. “Does she-can she…”
Wesley shook his head. “Not yet. It hasn’t been like it was with Angel. She mostly talks to me in dreams.”
Xander nodded guardedly. “We need to tell Dawn, before she gets back to London and goes looking for Buffy.”
“I was planning on picking her up at the airport tomorrow. Wanna come with?”
Xander nodded. “Are we okay, Xand?” Willow asked over Faith’s shoulder.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I-I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt and confused, but this is the crazy life of a Scooby, right?”
“I’m going to shower.” Wesley said abruptly. He felt at odds with the intimacy of the moment, of friends who had been through hell and a half dozen apocalypses together, a shared history he would never really share, despite the randomly firing memories that he knew were Buffy’s.
He closed the bathroom door behind him and started running the water. He was sore, and not entirely convinced that the aches were completely from the activities Faith had been walking him through. He pulled the sweaty t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. The reflection in the mirror was still unexpected and he started.
“Really Wesley, get a grip,” he murmured. He fumbled with the bra that Willow had had to teach him how to put on. He was fairly certain he had never appreciated the complexity of women’s undergarments before. He finally managed the clasp, and dropped the bra beside the t-shirt. The breasts were round and firm and responsive as he ran his hand over them, the nipples rising to his touch.
With a deep breath, he pushed off the sweats and stood naked in front of the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. It was only the second time he had allowed himself the indulgence. Partly because he wasn’t comfortable looking at Buffy’s naked body, even from inside, and partly because watching his hands glide over her skin was disconcerting still. The truth was, at least in Angel’s body, he’d understood the way it functioned.
He let his hand slide down, over the flat belly, between the legs to gently cup her sex. The heat radiating from her body…his body…was incredible, and he had to admit that the he was aroused…he was, after all, still a man, even if his anatomy didn’t agree. It was an odd sensation, knowing that his cock, had he had one, would be stiffening in his hands, and feeling a silky wetness as his finger explored.
“This doesn’t look like the shower, Wesley.”
His eyes shot up to those of his reflection and Buffy’s eyebrows raised. “In a minute, I’m…exploring.”
“You’re feeling me up.”
“I’m feeling myself up, actually.”
“Okay, us…you’re feeling us up. I’m not comfortable with this.”
He moved his hand and smiled at her. “Nor am I, thus the exploration.”
She seemed satisfied, though she crossed her arms. “Hey, I’m sorry about the dreams last night, that wasn’t fair.”
Wesley nodded, crossing his arms to match hers. “I understand.” The nightmare had brought him out into the living room, leaving Angel asleep in the bed.
“I don’t.” She pouted him.
“I’ve been through this with Angel, so I have a bit of experience. I think maybe your subconscious mind is trying to fill me in on memories I didn’t experience, but which affect your body’s reaction to people and events.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
Wesley snorted and stepped into the shower. “As if any of this is reasonable.”
“Hey.”
Wesley peered around the shower curtain at her reflection. “I wanted to say I’m sorry…I was a brat to you…in Sunnydale. I never really gave you a fair chance.”
“Thank you, though I’m told I was a bit of a pratt, so it wasn’t entirely your fault.”
“Go, shower. I can smell myself. That is never good.”
Dinner was a strained affair, with Xander sitting between Angel and Willow, while Wesley sat beside Faith on the other side of the table. Wesley didn’t eat much, watching the interaction between them and realizing something he hadn’t really thought about. In his mind they were still the children he had known in Sunnydale, even Faith, despite the fact that all of them had grown to adulthood in the years he had been away.
Xander had perhaps changed the most. Wesley could see the definition in his face that hadn’t been there before, the cheeks hollowed just a little, the jaw line strong. Under the slack clothes that had always been Xander’s style, his body was hardy, strong even; he’d felt that when Xander had hugged him earlier. Xander felt his eyes and turned to look at him. The eye patch was stark against his skin…another reminder that Wesley hardly knew any of them. Wesley offered a small smile, then turned back to his plate.
“Not hungry?” Willow asked and Wesley looked up again.
“Not particularly, no. Although I confess a strange craving for chocolate.”
Faith snickered. “B does like her chocolate.”
“You should eat.” Angel said, reaching across the table to touch his hand.
Wesley made a face and squeezed Angel’s hand. “Maybe later.”
“I’m taking some girls on patrol, wanna come with?” Faith asked, clearing her plate.
Wesley perked up at the thought. “That might be fun.”
Faith smiled. “Yeah, check out what that body can do, shake out the cobwebs.”
“Are you ready for that?” Angel asked anxiously.
Wesley shrugged. “Only one way to find out, I suppose.”
“Besides Angel, if he gets in a good Slay, he’ll come home all hot and horny.” Faith said, slapping Angel’s back.
“Faith!” Xander stood suddenly, sending his chair flying.
“Settle down Harris. They’re both grown ups.”
Xander didn’t respond, just stalked off into the kitchen with his plate. “Let me grab a jacket, B-Wes-“ Faith shook her head and disappeared down the hall as Wesley stood, rolling his neck to loosen it up. Angel took his hand and looked down into his eyes. “You be careful out there. No risks.”
“I’ll be fine Angel.” Wesley insisted, letting his free hand caress Angel’s cheek. “It’s not like I’ve never done this before.”
Angel smiled and nodded. “Right.”
“You be careful too.” Willow said, kissing Faith’s cheek.
“Yes, Mommy. Come on, let’s get moving. I’m supposed to pick up the girls in twenty minutes.”
Wesley followed Faith out into the cool night air. “So, how do you want to play this?” Faith asked as they rounded the corner, headed toward the back entrance to Watcher Headquarters, where the dorms housed many of the Slayers in training.
“I’m sorry, play what?”
“The girls are going to have questions. Most of them are young, they don’t know you-Buffy, but they know about her. And, so far no one really knows about you…so, how do you want to play this?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.” They walked quietly for a minute, then Wesley stopped her with a hand on her arm. “For the moment, let’s just go with the simplest thing. For all appearances, I am Buffy Summers.”
Faith nodded. “Okay, I can go with that. Gonna have to teach you how to talk though. You sound so British.”
“I am British!”
“But Buffy isn’t.”
“How’s about I don’t talk much then.”
“Fair enough. Come on, the girls are waiting.”
Together they turned down the alley and into the training yard where four young women were waiting. A car was there as well, idling, while a well dressed man addressed the oldest of the Slayers. Wesley stopped, staring.
“You coming?” Faith asked, turning to look at him.
“What is he doing here?” Wesley asked, his voice clipped.
She turned to look, sizing up the man before turning back to Wesley. “Don’t know. Who is he?”
Wesley set his face and forcibly turned to her, his eyes snapping to hers last. “My father.”
“Oh.” Faith nodded and exhaled quickly. “I’ll get rid of him.”
Wesley didn’t trust himself to speak as she crossed to the car. Roger Wyndham-Pryce left the girl and headed back for the car, clearly meaning to avoid Faith, but before he could, Faith was already standing in the open door. “Can I help you?”
Wesley inched closer as Roger cleared his throat. “You can get out of my way.”
“Not gonna happen. You got business with my girl? You got business with me.”
“I am a Watcher, young lady, and not one of these mamby-pamby imposters you’re used to dealing with.”
“I know who you are, Pops. And, you’re a retired Watcher. These are my girls, my responsibility.”
Wesley was only a few feet away now, and the elder Wyndham-Pryce’s eyes snapped his way, widening in surprise. “No one told me you were awake.”
“No one needed to, you don’t work here anymore.” Faith said, snapping her fingers to get his attention back on her.
“He was asking about his son,” the eldest of the young slayers said, approaching hesitantly. “I told him I didn’t know anything.”
“That all?” Faith ran one finger down Roger’s tie, watching as he twitched and smirking at Wesley. Wesley nodded and Faith pushed away from the car. “Maybe you should visit during office hours. I’m sure someone here could answer your questions. Let’s go, girls. We got patrol.”
Wesley watched as the girls made for the gate and his father stood beside the open car door. “B! Let’s roll!” Faith called and he nodded, trotting after her and the other girls. “This is Andy, American; Carla, Mexican; Marie, French and Sadie, British. Girls, the one and only Buffy.”
They stared, and Wesley shuffled uncomfortably. “She’s still getting her feet under her, and this is her first patrol in a while, so watch her back and give her space.”
They moved in a quiet pack to the nearest of the local cemeteries. “We found freshly disturbed graves here two nights ago.” Andy said, moving to walk beside Wesley. “No vamps though.”
Not the case tonight, Wesley realized as he spotted movement up ahead. He looked to Faith and she nodded, handing him a stake. “Go to, girlfriend.”
Xander was asleep on the couch when they came back. Wesley and Faith slipped through the dark, dropping jackets on the coat rack before parting ways to retire to their separate rooms. Wesley closed the door to the small bedroom softly, but started when he turned to find Angel awake and watching him. “How did it go?”
“Good.” Wesley said, coming to sit beside him on the bed. “We got a few vampires and chased a Norlog demon until he jumped onto a passing truck.”
Angel was watching him, his hand on the bed sheets between them. Wesley let his hand rest on top of Angel’s. There was a heat that filled the space between their separate skins, a heat that Wesley felt deep inside of him. Angel waited, watched. “Angel…I-“
Angel’s smile was soft, his lips softer yet as they pressed against Buffy’s lips. “I’m not pushing. I just…Wes, I want you. I can’t deny that.”
“Is it me you want, or is it the body I occupy?”
“Both.” Angel cupped a hand to his cheek. “I meant what I said in that elevator all those years ago, Wes. You should know that, you could feel it to, when you were in here.”
Wesley hung his head, pushing aside the feelings of inadequacy and self-loathing that seeing his father had brought bubbling up. “I do know.” He said it softly, almost too softly. Angel leaned in closer.
“Nothing has changed.” Angel whispered. He kissed Wesley again. “Everything is different, I’ll give you that. But…” Angel sighed, and Wesley could feel it shoot into him. “I will always love Buffy. I can’t deny that. I won’t deny that.”
A ghost of a smile wafted across Wesley’s face and he kissed the hand Angel still held to his face. “I think that she is happy you said that.” He couldn’t really draw her out, but he could feel her response. He felt a sudden desire to kiss Angel, unsure if it was his own need or Buffy’s. He bridged the gap between them, his lips…her lips connecting with Angel’s and letting Angel draw him down to lie beneath him.
“I love you too, Wes. I have for a long time.” Angel said between deep kisses. His large hand spread out on the warm skin of Buffy’s stomach, under the shirt Wesley had chosen for ease of movement.
“I know, Angel.” Wesley opened Buffy’s eyes and looked deep into Angel’s. “I just…” He exhaled slowly. “We never got to explore what it would be like…for us…and now…”
“And now we have all the time in the world.” Angel finished, his kisses moving down Buffy’s neck, his hand sliding over heated skin to her hip, dipping beneath sweat pants. “I want you so much it hurts.”
Angel moved and the sheets moved enough that Wesley could see the truth of his words. The sight of Angel hard and aching for him made Wesley’s stomach shift. There was a growing wetness between his legs that he was coming to be familiar with as well. Wesley let one hand slide over Angel’s naked back, down over skin strangely warm to the rounded mound of his ass, sliding the sheet away. Angel’s grin was wicked as he pulled back to allow Wesley full view.
“My god, Angel.” Wesley breathed. He was breathing heavily as his body transmitted its arousal. Angel’s hand dipped further into those sweats, sweeping heavily between his legs to cup Buffy’s sex. One finger slid between her lips, feeling the wetness that had already gathered there. When he pulled his hand out and slowly licked it from his finger, Wesley moaned, melting into the raging desire. He pushed at the sweats, kicking off shoes as Angel shifted so that he could help.
Before he could move to pull off the shirt, Angel was between his legs, his tongue lapping at the lips that Wesley still wasn’t familiar with. The texture of Angel’s tongue sent shudders through him as it curled up and nicked at his clit. Liquid electricity shot through him and he shook as his first orgasm rocked through him, unexpected and overwhelming.
Angel grinned at him as he kissed his way up his body, pushing the shirt now…up…over Wesley’s head. It was joined quickly with the bra, thrown away as Angel turned his attention to Wesley’s breasts, kissing, licking, nipping at them until Wesley was squirming beneath him. When his mouth finally reached Wesley’s Wes was almost surprised to taste the very definitive taste of female juices on his tongue.
“I want you Wes.” Angel whispered, even as his body was positioned with his cock teasing the outer lips of Wesley’s cunt. The heat between them burned as he pressed slowly inward. Wesley held tightly to Angel’s arms, breathing deeply as he felt the intrusion…exhaling as Angel sank inside him.
“Angel.” He breathed. He was falling over the edge again, as Angel moved inside him over and over. Sweat dripped from Angel’s forehead as Buffy’s body arched into a second orgasm and pulled Angel along for the ride.
“Angel!”
Something in the voice was different, and Angel opened his eyes at the bottom of his stroke, his orgasm spilling into Buffy as she looked out at him from those green eyes. “Buffy?”
One shaky hand touched Angel’s face, tears on her face. She blinked. “Love you.”
“Buffy?”
Angel pulled out, moved sideways, his eyes intent on her face. Those eyes closed and her face turned away. “She’s gone again.” Wesley said.
Angel turned his face back toward him. “You’re still here.” He kissed him, settling in to lay beside him. “What happened?”
Wesley offered a weak grin. “Apparently multiple orgasms aren’t a myth.” He let Angel pull the sheet up to cover them. “It was…too much.” He shifted a little so he could rest his head on Angel’s shoulder, still amazed that he fit so neatly there beside him. “She…felt I should share.”
“Are you okay?”
Wesley breathed quietly, holding Angel’s arm around him. “Yes. Yes, I think I’m good….tired…incredibly sated…good.” He could feel Angel’s smile even as he kissed Wesley’s cheek.
“Sleep.” Wesley didn’t need the encouragement and was asleep in moments, curled in Angel’s arms.
Fandom: BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Angel/Buffy/Wesley, Willow/Faith
Rating: NC-17 (with the porn-y goodness)
Summary: A continuation of my insanity, Wesley is now resident in Buffy's body and trying to adjust to his new life.
Wesley did his best to follow Faith’s movements, but his control over Buffy’s body still wasn’t complete. They had pushed back the furniture in the living room and Faith was leading him through a kata that Angel had first taught Buffy. “Relax Wesley. Your body knows this. Let it flow, let your body remember.”
“Easy enough.” He shook his head, then shook out arms and legs before settling back into the starting position. He watched Faith, his movements a split second behind hers as he struggled. Sweat trickled between his breasts and down into the crack of his ass, distracting him. Faith’s movements were smooth, precise.
Wesley’s foot slipped and he caught himself before falling, but not before cracking his hand on the end table. “Ugh! This is impossible!” He collapsed onto the couch, crossing his arms and pouting in a gesture that was more Buffy than Wesley.
Faith chuckled and reached for a towel. “It is not impossible, Wes. Hard, yes. You gotta remember, that body’s been laying in a bed for five years.”
“Yes, and its been female a far cry longer than that.” Wesley said, taking the bottle of water she handed him. “Really, Faith. I-I don’t understand it. I don’t know what to do with…it. I can’t control it. I feel like this is all some strange sort of nightmare I will wake from at any moment.”
Faith swallowed water and perched on the arm of the chair nearest him. “Was it easier in Angel?”
Wesley tilted his head as he thought about it. “Illyria was the most difficult. I was just along for the ride.”
“But that only lasted a few hours.”
He nodded and sipped on the water. “Yes, but they were hard hours. I watched my body die from inside of her. I watched Gunn die. I felt her rage and the confusion my presence caused. When she released me, I thought I’d be free, I was almost glad. I was tired. It had been a hard year.”
Faith nodded. “You were worn pretty thin when I saw you last. Looked like the walking dead…worse, actually.”
He smiled and shook his head. “I imagine so.” He could almost picture himself as Angel had seen him that day, as Willow and Faith left LA to go battle the First in Sunnydale. “There are advantages, of course.” Faith raised an eyebrow and he realized he’d drifted. “I got the chance to see what both Illyria and Angel really thought about me, see memories from their vantage point. There really isn’t much hiding when you exist in the same body.”
“Which means you got to know Angelus pretty damn well too.” Faith said and they both looked toward the balcony where the bottle that held the demon’s ashes still sat. No one seemed inclined to get rid of it.
“Well, I do understand Angel’s struggle much better.” Wesley admitted. “And, the relationship between Buffy and Angel…well, truthfully I may never completely understand that, but I can feel the reaction of her body to being in a room with him. It’s…peculiar…and complicated.”
“Well far be it from any of us to have a relationship that isn’t complicated.” Willow came into the room from the hallway. Faith and Wesley looked up as she set bags on the table and started sorting through them.
Faith got up to help her and Wesley sipped at his water. “I ran into Xander at headquarters.” Willow said. “Everyone is pretty freaked out. I’ve smoothed over the whole breaking a demon out thing, and Angel is still talking with the council’s doctors. But, they don’t know about Buffy…or Wesley…exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
Wesley got up, stretching as he moved closer. Willow paused with a carton of milk in her hands and smiled. “The nurses at the hospital only know that we took Buffy home, expecting that she would fade away and die. That’s what they told Xander. He’s-at the door.”
They turned at the knock, all of them looking toward the hallway. “I got it.” Faith said, dropping the package of cookies onto the table and dusting her hands on her sweats as she passed Wesley. She disappeared into the hall and they heard the door open. “Hey Harris.”
“Faith.”
“Here to see B?”
There was no response, then the door closed and there was the sound of footsteps. Wesley turned to face the hallway and exhaled. Xander came into view, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped, head down. He seemed resigned to bad news. “Hey Xand.” Willow said with a smile.
His head came up with one hand in a sloppy hello gesture, then he froze. “Buffy?” He choked the name out and seemed to forget breathing. Then he was throwing himself at Wesley, wrapping his arms around Buffy’s body and hugging her tightly. Wesley did his best not to stiffen and managed to put his arms briefly around Xander.
Xander wasn’t letting go though. Wesley patted his back and Xander only squeezed harder. “Not breathing is becoming a problem,” he gasped out and Xander reluctantly released his grip on Buffy, stepping back a pace.
“How-no, when?” Xander’s eyes flashed from Willow to Faith and back to Wesley/Buffy. “I mean, how and when and what? Last I knew, Buff was down for the count and no magic was bringing her back.”
Xander launched himself at Wesley again, hugging Buffy tightly before clearing his throat and stepping back. “And why didn’t anyone think to tell us.”
“Us?” Wesley asked impulsively, and Xander’s eyes narrowed.
“Us, me and Dawnie.”
“Xander, its only been a few days, and-“ Willow started.
Wesley caught the hurt on her face and smiled at Xander. “My fault. I asked them to wait.”
“What? Why? And, when did you pick up an English accent, being all Coma Girl lately?”
“Cut B some slack, Harris.” Faith said, slapping his shoulder. “It’s been a rough couple of days. Her eyes widened when she looked at Wesley, then she grinned. “And, it isn’t like you’ve been reachable, dependable guy lately. Have you even seen a phone in the last 4 months?”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. There weren’t too many opportunities for checking in, what with beating the bushes in the Bush for slayer-babies and demon dens and signs of impending apocalypse.”
Xander fell into habit and started helping Willow with the groceries, his goofy grin speaking more to his happiness than his words might indicate. “So seriously, Wills, how?”
“It was brilliant, Harris. Shoulda been there.” Faith said, sliding by Willow to put away the cookies and a few other goods in the pantry.
“Faith, maybe we should explain this before you start bragging.” Willow said, resting a hand on Xander’s. “We should sit down.”
Wesley was already on the couch and Xander plopped down beside him, grabbing him around the shoulders. Willow sat beside him and looked to Wesley as if trying to figure out where to start. “Okay, Xander. You should know that we did everything we could, magically, medically. Buffy was…”
Wesley shifted uncomfortably. He could feel an echoing emotion from Buffy. He closed his eyes and tried to reach out to her, just as he had multiple times in the four days since he’d awakened in her body. “Nothing worked.” Willow said.
Xander’s hand slipped from Wesley’s shoulders, down to his nearest hand. “Something worked.” Wesley looked to him, squeezed the hand a little. Xander’s smile was brilliant before he looked back to Willow.
Willow shook her head. Wesley felt for her. She had wanted to be the one to tell them, Dawn and Xander, but he could see she wasn’t ready. “The truth is, Xander, something did work, but not in the way you might believe.” Wesley said.
Xander turned to look at him. “You know you sound just like-Oh My God! You’re not Buffy!”
He jumped half way across the room. “Xander, please-“
“No! You-you imposter! You Watcher in a Slayer’s body!” Xander paced in little circles, his hands flailing in a loop between his head and his hips.
Wesley stood and took a step toward him, stopping when the look on Xander’s face became angrier. “Let us explain.”
“What, Angel’s body wasn’t good enough for you?” Xander asked sarcastically. “Or did you just want the trifecta?”
Wesley cocked his head to the side. “Trifecta?”
Xander stopped pacing. “Watcher, Vampire…Slayer?”
“Oh, yes. I hadn’t thought of that.” Wesley said.
Willow slid off the couch and came to Xander. “Angel was dying, Xander. His body couldn’t handle all three of them. Buffy was dying, her consciousness was nearly gone, her body wouldn’t have lasted much longer.”
“So, you chose to save him?” Xander looked away, his anger palpable.
“Hopefully, we saved them both.” Faith said, rejoining them after finishing the groceries.
“She’s still in here, Xander.” Wesley said.
“And Angel?” He seemed to deflate and sagged into the chair nearest him.
“Alive and well.” Willow said. “He’s at Watcher Headquarters getting a once over from the doctors. Should be back soon.”
“Alive…as in, alive?”
Willow smiled then. “I am a powerful witch.”
“Beautiful too.” Faith said, taking Willow in her arms.
Willow kissed her and Xander groaned. He gave Wesley the once over, his eye trying to find some sign of his friend now that he could see Wesley in her eyes. “Does she-can she…”
Wesley shook his head. “Not yet. It hasn’t been like it was with Angel. She mostly talks to me in dreams.”
Xander nodded guardedly. “We need to tell Dawn, before she gets back to London and goes looking for Buffy.”
“I was planning on picking her up at the airport tomorrow. Wanna come with?”
Xander nodded. “Are we okay, Xand?” Willow asked over Faith’s shoulder.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I-I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt and confused, but this is the crazy life of a Scooby, right?”
“I’m going to shower.” Wesley said abruptly. He felt at odds with the intimacy of the moment, of friends who had been through hell and a half dozen apocalypses together, a shared history he would never really share, despite the randomly firing memories that he knew were Buffy’s.
He closed the bathroom door behind him and started running the water. He was sore, and not entirely convinced that the aches were completely from the activities Faith had been walking him through. He pulled the sweaty t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. The reflection in the mirror was still unexpected and he started.
“Really Wesley, get a grip,” he murmured. He fumbled with the bra that Willow had had to teach him how to put on. He was fairly certain he had never appreciated the complexity of women’s undergarments before. He finally managed the clasp, and dropped the bra beside the t-shirt. The breasts were round and firm and responsive as he ran his hand over them, the nipples rising to his touch.
With a deep breath, he pushed off the sweats and stood naked in front of the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. It was only the second time he had allowed himself the indulgence. Partly because he wasn’t comfortable looking at Buffy’s naked body, even from inside, and partly because watching his hands glide over her skin was disconcerting still. The truth was, at least in Angel’s body, he’d understood the way it functioned.
He let his hand slide down, over the flat belly, between the legs to gently cup her sex. The heat radiating from her body…his body…was incredible, and he had to admit that the he was aroused…he was, after all, still a man, even if his anatomy didn’t agree. It was an odd sensation, knowing that his cock, had he had one, would be stiffening in his hands, and feeling a silky wetness as his finger explored.
“This doesn’t look like the shower, Wesley.”
His eyes shot up to those of his reflection and Buffy’s eyebrows raised. “In a minute, I’m…exploring.”
“You’re feeling me up.”
“I’m feeling myself up, actually.”
“Okay, us…you’re feeling us up. I’m not comfortable with this.”
He moved his hand and smiled at her. “Nor am I, thus the exploration.”
She seemed satisfied, though she crossed her arms. “Hey, I’m sorry about the dreams last night, that wasn’t fair.”
Wesley nodded, crossing his arms to match hers. “I understand.” The nightmare had brought him out into the living room, leaving Angel asleep in the bed.
“I don’t.” She pouted him.
“I’ve been through this with Angel, so I have a bit of experience. I think maybe your subconscious mind is trying to fill me in on memories I didn’t experience, but which affect your body’s reaction to people and events.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
Wesley snorted and stepped into the shower. “As if any of this is reasonable.”
“Hey.”
Wesley peered around the shower curtain at her reflection. “I wanted to say I’m sorry…I was a brat to you…in Sunnydale. I never really gave you a fair chance.”
“Thank you, though I’m told I was a bit of a pratt, so it wasn’t entirely your fault.”
“Go, shower. I can smell myself. That is never good.”
Dinner was a strained affair, with Xander sitting between Angel and Willow, while Wesley sat beside Faith on the other side of the table. Wesley didn’t eat much, watching the interaction between them and realizing something he hadn’t really thought about. In his mind they were still the children he had known in Sunnydale, even Faith, despite the fact that all of them had grown to adulthood in the years he had been away.
Xander had perhaps changed the most. Wesley could see the definition in his face that hadn’t been there before, the cheeks hollowed just a little, the jaw line strong. Under the slack clothes that had always been Xander’s style, his body was hardy, strong even; he’d felt that when Xander had hugged him earlier. Xander felt his eyes and turned to look at him. The eye patch was stark against his skin…another reminder that Wesley hardly knew any of them. Wesley offered a small smile, then turned back to his plate.
“Not hungry?” Willow asked and Wesley looked up again.
“Not particularly, no. Although I confess a strange craving for chocolate.”
Faith snickered. “B does like her chocolate.”
“You should eat.” Angel said, reaching across the table to touch his hand.
Wesley made a face and squeezed Angel’s hand. “Maybe later.”
“I’m taking some girls on patrol, wanna come with?” Faith asked, clearing her plate.
Wesley perked up at the thought. “That might be fun.”
Faith smiled. “Yeah, check out what that body can do, shake out the cobwebs.”
“Are you ready for that?” Angel asked anxiously.
Wesley shrugged. “Only one way to find out, I suppose.”
“Besides Angel, if he gets in a good Slay, he’ll come home all hot and horny.” Faith said, slapping Angel’s back.
“Faith!” Xander stood suddenly, sending his chair flying.
“Settle down Harris. They’re both grown ups.”
Xander didn’t respond, just stalked off into the kitchen with his plate. “Let me grab a jacket, B-Wes-“ Faith shook her head and disappeared down the hall as Wesley stood, rolling his neck to loosen it up. Angel took his hand and looked down into his eyes. “You be careful out there. No risks.”
“I’ll be fine Angel.” Wesley insisted, letting his free hand caress Angel’s cheek. “It’s not like I’ve never done this before.”
Angel smiled and nodded. “Right.”
“You be careful too.” Willow said, kissing Faith’s cheek.
“Yes, Mommy. Come on, let’s get moving. I’m supposed to pick up the girls in twenty minutes.”
Wesley followed Faith out into the cool night air. “So, how do you want to play this?” Faith asked as they rounded the corner, headed toward the back entrance to Watcher Headquarters, where the dorms housed many of the Slayers in training.
“I’m sorry, play what?”
“The girls are going to have questions. Most of them are young, they don’t know you-Buffy, but they know about her. And, so far no one really knows about you…so, how do you want to play this?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.” They walked quietly for a minute, then Wesley stopped her with a hand on her arm. “For the moment, let’s just go with the simplest thing. For all appearances, I am Buffy Summers.”
Faith nodded. “Okay, I can go with that. Gonna have to teach you how to talk though. You sound so British.”
“I am British!”
“But Buffy isn’t.”
“How’s about I don’t talk much then.”
“Fair enough. Come on, the girls are waiting.”
Together they turned down the alley and into the training yard where four young women were waiting. A car was there as well, idling, while a well dressed man addressed the oldest of the Slayers. Wesley stopped, staring.
“You coming?” Faith asked, turning to look at him.
“What is he doing here?” Wesley asked, his voice clipped.
She turned to look, sizing up the man before turning back to Wesley. “Don’t know. Who is he?”
Wesley set his face and forcibly turned to her, his eyes snapping to hers last. “My father.”
“Oh.” Faith nodded and exhaled quickly. “I’ll get rid of him.”
Wesley didn’t trust himself to speak as she crossed to the car. Roger Wyndham-Pryce left the girl and headed back for the car, clearly meaning to avoid Faith, but before he could, Faith was already standing in the open door. “Can I help you?”
Wesley inched closer as Roger cleared his throat. “You can get out of my way.”
“Not gonna happen. You got business with my girl? You got business with me.”
“I am a Watcher, young lady, and not one of these mamby-pamby imposters you’re used to dealing with.”
“I know who you are, Pops. And, you’re a retired Watcher. These are my girls, my responsibility.”
Wesley was only a few feet away now, and the elder Wyndham-Pryce’s eyes snapped his way, widening in surprise. “No one told me you were awake.”
“No one needed to, you don’t work here anymore.” Faith said, snapping her fingers to get his attention back on her.
“He was asking about his son,” the eldest of the young slayers said, approaching hesitantly. “I told him I didn’t know anything.”
“That all?” Faith ran one finger down Roger’s tie, watching as he twitched and smirking at Wesley. Wesley nodded and Faith pushed away from the car. “Maybe you should visit during office hours. I’m sure someone here could answer your questions. Let’s go, girls. We got patrol.”
Wesley watched as the girls made for the gate and his father stood beside the open car door. “B! Let’s roll!” Faith called and he nodded, trotting after her and the other girls. “This is Andy, American; Carla, Mexican; Marie, French and Sadie, British. Girls, the one and only Buffy.”
They stared, and Wesley shuffled uncomfortably. “She’s still getting her feet under her, and this is her first patrol in a while, so watch her back and give her space.”
They moved in a quiet pack to the nearest of the local cemeteries. “We found freshly disturbed graves here two nights ago.” Andy said, moving to walk beside Wesley. “No vamps though.”
Not the case tonight, Wesley realized as he spotted movement up ahead. He looked to Faith and she nodded, handing him a stake. “Go to, girlfriend.”
Xander was asleep on the couch when they came back. Wesley and Faith slipped through the dark, dropping jackets on the coat rack before parting ways to retire to their separate rooms. Wesley closed the door to the small bedroom softly, but started when he turned to find Angel awake and watching him. “How did it go?”
“Good.” Wesley said, coming to sit beside him on the bed. “We got a few vampires and chased a Norlog demon until he jumped onto a passing truck.”
Angel was watching him, his hand on the bed sheets between them. Wesley let his hand rest on top of Angel’s. There was a heat that filled the space between their separate skins, a heat that Wesley felt deep inside of him. Angel waited, watched. “Angel…I-“
Angel’s smile was soft, his lips softer yet as they pressed against Buffy’s lips. “I’m not pushing. I just…Wes, I want you. I can’t deny that.”
“Is it me you want, or is it the body I occupy?”
“Both.” Angel cupped a hand to his cheek. “I meant what I said in that elevator all those years ago, Wes. You should know that, you could feel it to, when you were in here.”
Wesley hung his head, pushing aside the feelings of inadequacy and self-loathing that seeing his father had brought bubbling up. “I do know.” He said it softly, almost too softly. Angel leaned in closer.
“Nothing has changed.” Angel whispered. He kissed Wesley again. “Everything is different, I’ll give you that. But…” Angel sighed, and Wesley could feel it shoot into him. “I will always love Buffy. I can’t deny that. I won’t deny that.”
A ghost of a smile wafted across Wesley’s face and he kissed the hand Angel still held to his face. “I think that she is happy you said that.” He couldn’t really draw her out, but he could feel her response. He felt a sudden desire to kiss Angel, unsure if it was his own need or Buffy’s. He bridged the gap between them, his lips…her lips connecting with Angel’s and letting Angel draw him down to lie beneath him.
“I love you too, Wes. I have for a long time.” Angel said between deep kisses. His large hand spread out on the warm skin of Buffy’s stomach, under the shirt Wesley had chosen for ease of movement.
“I know, Angel.” Wesley opened Buffy’s eyes and looked deep into Angel’s. “I just…” He exhaled slowly. “We never got to explore what it would be like…for us…and now…”
“And now we have all the time in the world.” Angel finished, his kisses moving down Buffy’s neck, his hand sliding over heated skin to her hip, dipping beneath sweat pants. “I want you so much it hurts.”
Angel moved and the sheets moved enough that Wesley could see the truth of his words. The sight of Angel hard and aching for him made Wesley’s stomach shift. There was a growing wetness between his legs that he was coming to be familiar with as well. Wesley let one hand slide over Angel’s naked back, down over skin strangely warm to the rounded mound of his ass, sliding the sheet away. Angel’s grin was wicked as he pulled back to allow Wesley full view.
“My god, Angel.” Wesley breathed. He was breathing heavily as his body transmitted its arousal. Angel’s hand dipped further into those sweats, sweeping heavily between his legs to cup Buffy’s sex. One finger slid between her lips, feeling the wetness that had already gathered there. When he pulled his hand out and slowly licked it from his finger, Wesley moaned, melting into the raging desire. He pushed at the sweats, kicking off shoes as Angel shifted so that he could help.
Before he could move to pull off the shirt, Angel was between his legs, his tongue lapping at the lips that Wesley still wasn’t familiar with. The texture of Angel’s tongue sent shudders through him as it curled up and nicked at his clit. Liquid electricity shot through him and he shook as his first orgasm rocked through him, unexpected and overwhelming.
Angel grinned at him as he kissed his way up his body, pushing the shirt now…up…over Wesley’s head. It was joined quickly with the bra, thrown away as Angel turned his attention to Wesley’s breasts, kissing, licking, nipping at them until Wesley was squirming beneath him. When his mouth finally reached Wesley’s Wes was almost surprised to taste the very definitive taste of female juices on his tongue.
“I want you Wes.” Angel whispered, even as his body was positioned with his cock teasing the outer lips of Wesley’s cunt. The heat between them burned as he pressed slowly inward. Wesley held tightly to Angel’s arms, breathing deeply as he felt the intrusion…exhaling as Angel sank inside him.
“Angel.” He breathed. He was falling over the edge again, as Angel moved inside him over and over. Sweat dripped from Angel’s forehead as Buffy’s body arched into a second orgasm and pulled Angel along for the ride.
“Angel!”
Something in the voice was different, and Angel opened his eyes at the bottom of his stroke, his orgasm spilling into Buffy as she looked out at him from those green eyes. “Buffy?”
One shaky hand touched Angel’s face, tears on her face. She blinked. “Love you.”
“Buffy?”
Angel pulled out, moved sideways, his eyes intent on her face. Those eyes closed and her face turned away. “She’s gone again.” Wesley said.
Angel turned his face back toward him. “You’re still here.” He kissed him, settling in to lay beside him. “What happened?”
Wesley offered a weak grin. “Apparently multiple orgasms aren’t a myth.” He let Angel pull the sheet up to cover them. “It was…too much.” He shifted a little so he could rest his head on Angel’s shoulder, still amazed that he fit so neatly there beside him. “She…felt I should share.”
“Are you okay?”
Wesley breathed quietly, holding Angel’s arm around him. “Yes. Yes, I think I’m good….tired…incredibly sated…good.” He could feel Angel’s smile even as he kissed Wesley’s cheek.
“Sleep.” Wesley didn’t need the encouragement and was asleep in moments, curled in Angel’s arms.