Title: Body Count
Author: hold_that_thought
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Setting: Up to the Angel Season 4 ep "Calvary"
Warnings: Multiple character deaths.
Disclaimer: The characters used within are the property of Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox, and of course Joss Whedon. It's their sandbox, I'm just playing in it.
Pairing: Lilah/Wesley, Lilah/Wesley/Faith
Summary: Vampires suck, then you die. Then, things get interesting. (Season 4 of Angel, branching off midway through "Calvary")
Notes: First of all, thanks to NautiBitz for being an amazing beta. Second of all - lesson learned. I will (probably) never say "Hey, you know what might make a neat and twisted fic?" in chat again, promise. That, or I will learn not to succumb to evil peer pressure. Third, contrary to what you may think after reading this, I actually like almost all of the Angel characters, and I'm (probably) not a sociopath. Love to the lunatics who I love. (Completed 3/19/03)
Archive: More than likely okay, but please ask first
Feedback: Greatly appreciated (APostModernSleaz@aol.com)

 

Body Count

The first thing Wesley became aware of was an incredibly annoying clicking on the floor next to him. When he opened his eyes and turned his head, he identified it as belonging to an incredibly annoyed Lilah, Jimmy Choo heels clacking as she glared down at him.

"Took you long enough. And you know it’s dire when I’m resorting to cliché," she said cooly.

Wesley pushed himself into a sitting position and tried to figure out what had happened. The last thing he remembered was going out to look for Angel...no, Angelus. Lorne and Connor became separated from Wesley, Gunn, and Fred, who’d suggested that Angelus had probably doubled back to the Hyperion to get Cordelia and Lilah. So the three of them headed back to the hotel...and then his memory became rather fuzzy. But here Lilah was in front of him, all the worry of the past several days gone from her eyes, bedraggled clothes gone in favor of her standard expensive armor. Maybe the whole Angelus ordeal had only been a nightmare?

"Are you going to sit there all day?" Lilah started pacing. "Maybe I didn’t do it right. The firm covered a lot in their training, but Beginning Your New Unlife wasn’t a seminar choice."

"Lilah, what are you talking about?"

"Ah, he speaks!" She walked over and crouched down near Wesley, running her hands through his hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore." He stood up with a little help from her. "What happened? How long was I out?"

"Almost two days."

"Two days?! I was unconscious for two days? What happened?" he repeated himself.

"You don’t remember?" Wesley shook his head. Lilah took his hand and guided it up to his neck and the two holes over the jugular.

Cordelia crumpled in a ball in the lobby, her spine poking out through a tear in her neck, Angelus standing over Lilah as she started to stir, Fred screaming as Gunn and Wesley moved forward, Gunn falling and Angelus swinging the handle of an ax towards Wesley’s head as Lilah sat up and smiled....

"I remember. You did this. You’re...we’re...." Lilah crossed her arms and smirked at Wesley. Raising an eyebrow, waiting for it. "Vampires."

"Can’t think of a better time to be one, actually. The sun’s still out of the picture."

Wesley looked at her. "This is a trick."

Lilah shrugged. "I’m not going to vamp out and prove it to you. Other vampires may not care that they look disgusting with yellow eyes and thick foreheads, but I have standards," she said, examining her nails.

Wesley stretched, surprised to find new strength pushing through his body. "Where are the others?"

"Let’s see...Cordelia is on whatever higher plane she came back from, probably. Lorne and Connor haven’t been back to the hotel as far as I know, so I imagine they’re dead by now. Angelus is that pile of ash right over there—funny, I just don’t think it even occurred to him that I would kill him after he was nice enough to kill me. Made getting rid the arrogant asshole surprisingly easy. As for Fred and Gunn, well, follow me...."

Still slightly dazed, Wesley followed Lilah through the hotel lobby and down the stairs into the basement, admiring the way her hips swung back and forth with a newfound sensuality. Or, more accurately, a magnified sensuality. Not that I even knew it was possible for her to become more sensual....

He was so enthralled by her ass that it took him a moment to notice Fred and Gunn, gagged and chained to the bars of Angelus’ cage. Fred whimpered and squirmed on the ground as she saw Lilah, but Gunn remained completely still as he glared at Wes.

"Surprise," Lilah whispered, nipping Wesley on the ear. "Best thing about being a vampire, you can finally stop caring about rules. Laws. Right and wrong."

"And where exactly is the change in your lifestyle then?" He slipped his hand around her, resting it on her waist.

"Shh, not nice," she purred. "Where’s the gratitude?"

In response, Wesley grabbed Lilah by the shoulders, pushed her against the stone wall, slid his hand underneath her skirt and nuzzled her neck.

Lilah laughed low, the vibrations from her neck tickling Wesley’s cheek. "There’s time for that later. Go on, have fun with your new toys. Just make me a promise?"

"Mm?"

"When you kill her? Make it hurt. She’s always annoyed me."

Wesley smiled and walked over towards Fred, who began a muffled keening as Gunn broke his immobility to futilely try kicking Wesley. Characteristically, Lilah’d had the foresight to keep them far enough apart that Gunn couldn’t reach. Wesley bent down, grabbed Fred by the ankles, and pulled so that she was flat on her back. Gunn continued thrashing while Wesley pushed Fred’s long skirt up past her waist, then—along with her shirt—pushed it up over her head, leaving her completely exposed, white flesh gleaming against the black floor. And when exactly did Fred stop wearing panties?, Wesley mused. When his vampire features were in place, he bit into the hollow of her hip. As he drank, he let his left hand explore Fred’s body, feeling the tension flitting just beneath the skin as he finally rested on her small breast, giving the nipple a hard pinch as he bit down harder, enjoying the feeling of her flesh giving way to him, teeth scraping bone. Fred’s moans grew weaker until her struggling ceased and finally stilled.

Wesley sat up and wiped his mouth; he had never felt better. More powerful. If he’d known how heady ripping Fred apart would be, he might have done it months ago.

Gunn, meanwhile, was howling through the cloth in his mouth, thrashing against his chains like a rabid animal.

"Oh, do shut up." With one kick, Wesley pushed Gunn’s head so far back that the bar of the cage split it completely in half with a wet crunch. Then he turned and grinned at Lilah. "What do you want to do next?"

***

Lilah let her skirt puddle on the floor of one of the Hyperion’s many bedrooms and walked over to Wesley.

"Maybe now you can stop being ashamed of fucking evil old me," she said as she crawled towards him on the bed.

Wesley smiled lazily and started unbuttoning her crisp white shirt, admiring her belly, unblemished from the Beast’s wounds now that she had vampiric healing on her side. "Maybe now you can show me some of the perks of being pure evil."

"Oh, we’ve got perks. For example, pain becomes more of a pleasure." She raked her fingernails down his chest, causing him to moan softly. "Then again, I don’t remember you being too averse to pain before...."

Wesley tried to concentrate on Lilah, her weight pressing down on him. Tried to push Fred’s whimpering out of his mind, tried to make the creeping regret go away. Five minutes a monster and he’d managed to senselessly kill a girl he...had feelings for...all for a cheap thrill, some sense of revenge for her choosing Gunn over him. No wonder Angel was always brooding, imagine what his demon was urging him to do. Then, another voice said, Ever the analytical Watcher, eh boy? Wouldn’t daddy be proud. Fred, writhing, at his mercy, and all he wanted to do was devour her....

As Lilah gave Wesley a smirk and put her mouth to his chest, leaving a trail of kisses down past his abdomen, he found all coherent thought leaving his head.

***

Several hours later, they’d reluctantly climbed out of bed and stumbled downstairs to the lobby. Wesley dragged Cordelia’s body down to the basement with Fred and Gunn while Lilah swept up Angelus—no need panicking Lorne or Connor if they managed to make it back to the hotel.

"I don’t know about you," Lilah said when they’d finished, "but I’m going to keep researching the Beast."

Wesley nodded. "We can’t be sure we’re now on his side, he appears to have an agenda all his own."

"At least we don’t have to head outside for a while. The fridge is stocked with pig’s blood. We can give it a while to settle down." Lilah frowned as she watched the melee in the street from the glass doors. "Assuming it does settle down." She turned back to Wesley. "I never thought I’d say this, but maybe we shouldn’t have killed all the merry men before they saved the world."

"Does it matter now?" Wesley said, disinterestedly.

"I guess not." Lilah laughed. "Talk about a role reversal."

***

Wesley was just starting to hand Lilah another book to read when they both heard a faint scuffling outside the front door. He grabbed a nearby sword, raised his finger to his lips, and motioned her to follow him. As they exited the office, the front door swung open and a girl in a motorcycle helmet swaggered in. The visor flipped up.

"Hey Wes."

"Faith?"

"Don’t look so surprised." She pulled the helmet off and smiled at him.

"Of course I’m surprised," he said, leaning the sword against the wall. "Last I heard, you weren’t due out of jail for a very, very long time."

"Yeah, well, rules change when the sun goes away and a buncha vamps break into jail to get at the snack-packaged humans. I slipped out in all the commotion." Faith peeled off her leather jacket, revealing a blue prison shirt with the bottom cut off several inches above where her low-slung leather pants ended, showing off her toned abs. "Don’t worry, I’ll go back, but for now I figured you guys could use my help. So what’s the sitch? Where’s Angel?"

"Oh, he’s around," Lilah said, stepping out from behind Wes.

Faith crossed her arms and glared. "What’s she doing here?"

"Down, girl, I’m on your side now. Fighting the good fight, working towards redemption."

"Uh huh."

"Plus the big bad obliterated Wolfram and Hart, so I don’t have anywhere else to go."

"Now that’s the version I can buy," Faith said, her menacing look towards Lilah softening only slightly.

"Well, you have good timing. Lilah and I were just researching while we waited for the gang to get back. Why don’t you put your stuff down and I’ll get you a drink. Scotch?" Wesley moved towards the kitchen.

"Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea." Faith nervously tugged at the ragged hem of her shirt. "I mean, I do plan on going back to jail after, I don’t want to fall back into bad habits. Plus, as soon as Angel gets back, he’ll probably take me out to fight."

"Come now, surely one drink won’t hurt. Besides, you said yourself that you’ll be heading back to lock-up soon enough, and I doubt the prison guards will be offering you any of Angel’s fine scotch," he smiled.

Faith smiled back amiably. "Yeah. Yeah, okay, sure. Just let me go to the bathroom first."

"Up the stairs, to your right."

"Thanks." She stopped midway up the stairs and turned back towards him. "And thanks for not making this too, you know, weird. That’s real cool of you."

When she was gone, Lilah wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Yeah, real cool of you." She lightly sucked on the nape of his neck. "What are you up to?"

Wesley looked at the hallway Faith had disappeared into and grinned.

***

A little while later, Faith came jogging down the stairs. "Angel?"

"He’s not back yet," Wesley called out from the office.

"Oh, sorry." She padded in, a pair of jogging pants and a form-fitting tee replacing her prison-escape outfit. "I thought I sensed him. You don’t think Princess Cordy is gonna mind that I borrowed her clothes, do you?" Faith shifted from foot to foot as she self-consciously tugged on the shirt.

"Naw," Lilah drawled, "Cordelia won’t even notice, promise."

"Oh, good. So what’s the what? I’m guessing a disappearing sun is more than your run-of-the-mill cranky demon."

Wesley handed Faith the glass of Scotch, which she took gratefully as he explained an only-slightly revised version of the Beast’s activities in LA. When he finished, Faith let out a low whistle.

"Yikes. So where’s Angel and the rest?"

Wesley looked down at the desk and fidgeted. "I was hoping we could avoid this...."

"What? Did something happen to Angel?" Wesley didn’t answer, so Faith slammed her fist down on the desk in front of him. "I said, what happened to Angel?"

Lilah folded her hands in front of her and joined the Slayer in staring at him, waiting to hear his answer.

"Angel...went to Sunnydale." Wesley tentatively looked up at Faith. "He decided that he couldn’t do this without the help of a Slayer, so...he went to fetch Buffy."

"Oh." Faith leaned back slightly, took another swig of Scotch. Wesley continued to look sad as Lilah bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. "No, I get it. I mean, he didn’t know I’d get out of jail."

"I told him that the Watcher’s Council could orchestrate your release, that these were extenuating circumstances. Especially since Buffy was surely preoccupied keeping Sunnydale safe. But I’m sure it’s just that he didn’t want you getting hurt," Wesley said, smiling comfortingly. Faith shrugged and grabbed the bottle of Scotch from the table, her hand shaking almost imperceptibly as she poured herself another glass.

"What about Cordelia, and that Gunn guy Angel told me about a few times?"

"They all went to Sunnydale as well," Lilah said. "With all the rioting, they knew Angel would need back-up to get there safely."

"Makes sense." Faith stood up. "I’m gonna take a quick shower. I think I still have demon goo in my hair. Ran into a few on the way over here."

When she was gone, Wesley turned to Lilah. "Well, I think this is going nicely."

"What’s your plan?"

"Haven’t you ever wondered what special muscles Slayers have?"

Lilah arched an eyebrow. "Don’t be stupid, Price. I once spent an hour watching Faith dance in a club, of course I wanted to give her a test ride. I meant, what’s your plan in getting her to join in? Once she gets close enough, she’ll realize she isn’t sensing leftover Angel vamp vibes, and I doubt she’ll be too eager to play, what with being a Slayer and all." She shook her head. "Of course, maybe if this had been before her redemption bent...."

"Don’t worry about the vampire issue, I think I know something that will work. As far as getting her to play, let me out it this way. Faith is like an abused dog. Show just a hint of kindness and she’ll roll over and bare her tummy to you in a heartbeat. Not that we can’t help her along a little. Do you have any Valium in your purse?"

Lilah smiled. "I should." She picked up her small handbag from the floor and began rooting through it. "Ah, here you go."

Wesley took the bottle of Valium from Lilah, unscrewed the cap, and took out a few pills. He examined them for a second before placing them on the table, crushing them under a paperweight, and pouring the powder into the Scotch bottle. Then he stood up and walked over to Lilah.

"We should have at least five minutes before she gets back." He picked Lilah up and placed her on the table, started unbuttoning her shirt. As soon as it fell away, he ran his hands down the length of her body, leaned her back, and sucked on her nipple.

Lilah giggled and lifted her hips slightly, the flat of her skirt rubbing against his hardening cock.

"You’re not going to make me call you Daddy again, are you?" Lilah teased.

"Watch it, or you won’t get a spanking," he growled, and roughly traced the curve of her mound in warning.

"Oh, daddy," Lilah moaned.

***

Coming down the stairs a second time, Faith’s steps were slightly more subdued. Again, she called out, "Angel?"

"He’s still not back, Faith." Wesley handed her another glass of Scotch. She paused for a minute, weighing whether or not to drink any more, before downing it.

"Huh. I could swear...nevermind. I must be hallucinating."

Wesley looked at Lilah, who shrugged. "She has to find out sometime," she said.

"Find out what?"

"Faith, you’re not just sensing Angel." Wesley sighed and sat down, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath before he went on. "A few weeks ago, there was...an accident. Lilah and I...we were cornered by some vampires."

"What are you saying, Wesley?" Faith asked, already reaching for the stake she’d tucked in the waistband of her pants.

"Now, please, don’t panic! You know Angel would never allow us to remain in the Hyperion if we were dangerous." Wesley opened his eyes wide and held his hands up in surrender. "Long ago, Angel asked us what we would want done if we were ever turned. Gunn and Cordelia opted for staking, but Lilah and I asked that he make every attempt to re-soul us, as we both wanted to continue fighting for good."

"Well, Wesley wanted to continue fighting for good. I wanted to keep living," Lilah said dryly.

"So, what, you’re telling me you’re souled vampires now?" Faith looked skeptical and didn’t lower her stake.

Wesley nodded. "Angel found us before we woke up and immediately restrained us. He then called Willow Rosenberg, who performed the re-souling spells. Listen, if you don’t believe me, just think about it. Wouldn’t we have attacked you before now—say, when you weren’t armed?"

"Yeah, I guess," Faith admitted.

Wesley noticed a slight slur to the Slayer’s speech and knew that, if nothing else, the alcohol and Valium would help her believe him.

His calculations seemed correct, as Faith finally shrugged and put her stake away. "Only you would be lame enough to volunteer to be a souled vamp."

"Yes, well, at least—not having killed anyone—we’ve managed to avoid brooding and dark, billowy coats," Wesley said.

"Only because you’re too short for them," Lilah said with a wink, and Wes scowled. "Oh, only teasing. Back to research?"

Wesley and Faith nodded. As they headed back into the office, Wesley poured Faith another glass of Scotch.

***

At five in the morning, Faith stood up and stretched. "Man, I never get used to not seeing the sun rise," she said, peering out the window. "If it’s all the same to you guys, I’m gonna crash. Long day, and another long day ahead. Wake me if Angel gets back?"

"No problem," Lilah said.

Faith stumbled slightly, steadied herself against the door jamb, then continued through the lobby and up the stairs.

Fifteen minutes later, Wesley followed.

***

After four empty rooms, he finally found the one Faith was in. Wesley carefully pushed the door open and admired Faith, legs akimbo on the red sheets, only wearing modest lavender cotton panties. Her bare chest rose and fell rhythmically as she dozed.

She hardly resembles the girl who tied me up and tortured me three years ago. Pity.

He crept towards the bed and carefully climbed on it. Gently, he ran his hand over her panties. Faith moaned softly and instinctually rose to met him. As he slowly peeled the garment off, Faith groggily opened her eyes and stared down at him, poised between her legs.

"Wha th’ell you doing, Wes?" she slurred.

"Shh." He slid his tongue along her slit, darting it over her clit when he neared the top.

"Mm...wait, stop, Wes...oh...hey!"

"What’s wrong?" He gazed up at her and knitted his brows together in concern.

More clearly, she said, "What are you doing?"

"I just thought...I mean, surely you must have known how I felt about you?" Wesley ducked his head sheepishly.

"How you felt?" Faith echoed dully.

"How much it killed me, knowing you were all alone in prison all these years. No one to talk to you, no one to...love you." He ran his hands up her thighs, appreciating how soft the skin felt over her hard muscles. Wesley carefully slipped a finger inside her and gently rubbed with his thumb.

Faith rolled her head back and groaned. "Can’t tell you how long it’s been with only my hands."

"I can imagine."

Wesley continued stroking Faith, occasionally flitting over her clit—just enough to make her writhe slightly—and slid his tongue up to her breasts, taking one plum-colored nipple into his mouth. Faith kept her head back but peered down at him through heavy eyelids as she bit her lip and grabbed onto his shoulders.

After a few minutes, Faith opened her mouth as if to say something, then appeared to think better of it as her mouth clamped shut. Finally, she blurted out, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Isn’t it about time someone was?" he mumbled before circling his tongue around her nipple.

This answer seemed to please Faith, who blushed and began grinding herself into Wesley’s hand.

When Wesley was sure Faith was caught up in the moment, he unzipped his pants, withdrew his hand from her, and replaced it with his cock. Faith responded by throwing her arms around Wesley’s neck and sliding herself into a sitting position. As their rhythm began to take on an insistent urgency, the soft click of the shutting door signaled Lilah’s entrance.

Faith turned her head towards Lilah and smiled invitingly as she rubbed her breasts against Wesley’s chest.

Lilah was happy to note that she found the tableau more arousing than jealousy-inducing. She hastily unbuttoned her blouse and pushed off her skirt before climbing onto the bed behind Faith.

"No fair, getting started without me," she chided and winked at Wesley.

Lilah lightly scraped the blunt of her human teeth across Faith’s shoulder and snaked a hand around the girl’s front. She caressed Faith’s breasts, tummy, and worked her way down.

"He’s good, isn’t he?" she whispered into Faith’s ear. "But girls like us know sometimes it takes a little more...."

She used her pinky to gently rub Faith around her clit. Faith whimpered and craned her neck around to kiss Lilah, tugging on her bottom lip. Lilah arched her back, nipples hardening as they brushed against Faith.

Wesley kept his eyes on Lilah the entire time, and when he saw Faith flit her tongue across her lips, he groaned and reached for one of Faith’s breasts, cupping it possessively.

Lilah noticed and arched an eyebrow. She pulled her mouth away from Faith, who instead busied herself nibbling Lilah’s ear.

"You’re not jealous, are you Wes?"

Wesley thrust harder into Faith and reached an arm around both girls to pinch Lilah’s ass.

"Oh daddy," she grinned, and Wesley smirked back.

Faith dug her fingernails into Wesley’s back as her breath started to come in short gasps.

Mm, oh god, Angel should have told me about those Slayer muscles, Wesley thought as she began to shudder around him.

Just as Faith came, Wesley nodded to Lilah. They each vamped out and bit into Faith’s neck, one on each side. Faith shouted, trying to ride out her orgasm and simultaneously buck the vampires off her, but she was outnumbered and too weak from the Valium to be effective.

In a couple of minutes, her thrashing stopped and she slumped forward just as Wesley came inside of her. He let go and pulled out, then pushed her body towards Lilah, who cradled the girl and massaged her breasts as she continued to drink.

Finally, she pushed Faith off the bed, let her features return to normal, and faced Wesley.

"She died before I came," Lilah pouted.

Wesley slid up next to her and started tracing abstract patterns along her belly. "Well, we can’t have that, can we?" He slid his hand down and tugged on Lilah’s curls. "Can’t have that at all."

"Do you want to turn her?" she asked.

"She could be a fun toy...but I think we should just dump her downstairs with the rest," Wes shrugged.

Lilah chuckled throatily. "Impressive body count for two days, huh?" She snuggled against Wesley and lightly scratched his chest. "How are we gonna top this?"

"Well, now that you mention it, there are a few people in Sunnydale that I wouldn’t mind calling on...."

To be continued in Body Work...