Title: Five by Five...Boss
Disclaimer: Purely for entertainment. Please don't steal the characters I created though.
Pairings: Wes/Faith
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Rating: R for language and talk of adult nature

A/N: I don't know if I ever mentioned that this fiction takes place somewhere at the end of S2 of Angel and S5 of Buffy, where she'd died because of the vortex. Anyways, spoilers (kind of), so just a quick note. Again, sorry for not updating for so long, had no time! So this is the next part. If you want to comment please don't hesitate, any ideas as well about where to go next with the fic because I haven't added to it for sooooooo long. So any suggestions are appreciated.

Part 10 - No Skin off my Knuckles

Sunnydale. Kept rollin' round distractingly through my head. As much as I tried to roll over and go to sleep, I just had that one word falling into my thoughts over and over. And over.

So I thought I'd get up and train instead. Never mind that it was three, maybe closer to four in the morning. Some space, and a blindfold. I loved to train this way. Buffy taught me how to do it. Take away one of the senses and see how the others respond in fighting.

So I used the foyer. Listened as hard as I could to everything around me and then started to move in the ways I knew. Slow, fast, carefully, attentively. And at one point I swear I felt like someone was in that room with me. But I continued, gettin' my muscles back into the swing of having room to stretch and to work and to fight.

But Sunnydale just kept popping back into my head. I tried to force it out so I could continue training, but soon it was just too much. B was on my mind and going back to Sunnydale was beginning to scare me and I wondered if I would be able to face everyone I hurt.

I released a whimper as I tore the blindfold off my eyes and sat down on the floor, frustrated at the lack of concentration. No, I told myself. I had to push it back and focus. Otherwise I'd back out, and I couldn't do that. Sunnydale was now my calling, and I'd have to go back there, whether I wanted to or not.

I wiped the perturbed tears edging their way towards my chin and replaced the blindfold on my eyes, got up. Soon I was going for ten minutes, no break, and this whole deal of using the other four senses was working. I was more aware of touch and sound in particular…but I was getting a little tired. I practised a few back flip techniques and warmed down, and took off the blindfold.

So I did have an audience. Wesley. Half naked. Yum.

'Oh,' I said on the exhale. 'Hey.' I collected my shit and headed towards the stairs, itchin' for a shower.

'Do you always train that way?'

I shook my head. 'I never really got a chance inside. Not enough room…I was stretchin' my muscles out for real…needed it…'

I walked in silence beside him and caught him stealing a couple of glances my way.

'What?'

'It's really quite impressive.'

'Ey?'

He opened the door and let me go in first.

'The technique.' He closed the front door and headed into the lounge/kitchen. 'It's also er…rather "hot."'

Say what? That was a definite mock right there.

'I hope you ain't takin' the mick,' I told him as I headed into the bedroom to strip. I heard him chuckle and open the faucet to fill up the kettle. I threw the off-white ribbed vest I'd had on onto the bed and head back out to the lounge. 'Can I take a shower?'

He nodded, failing to look up at me and I kind of wanted his eyes on me at that moment. But I spoke too soon.

'Are you…not goin' back to bed, it's only like quarter to five…'

He shook his head slowly, and now I was happy that his eyes were settling on my tits.

'I don't er…sleep much…' Distracted much, Wes?

I let out a chuckle as I headed for the bathroom, pleased that he was attracted to me. It was a nice thought. It turned me on a little.

I hurried with my shower and found Wes in the lounge, dozing. I don't sleep much, my ass.

I didn't wanna wake him so I pulled this thing out again, started scribbling and ended up sitting in his bed to do so, enjoying that it was comfortable and warm. And his.

You know I've really gotten into the swing of this thing. And I kinda like that helped me to get outta jail. Cos if I hadn't shown it to Chiara, well…I could still be in the five by five…put it that way.

Now's a good time for me to think about SunnyD. But annoyingly I can't really keep my mind on it. All I'm thinkin' of is knowing Wes is in the next room, and I'm in his bed. And we still haven't done the dirty…Imma go and wake him up. Details will come later.

First of I would just like to express; it is what it is, yo. Neat, hot, dirty, dirty, down right dirty. Pulled out some seriously bitchin' moves on me and I freakin' well buzz, man. I'm talkin' from head, to toe, y'all.

Alright so this is what it is. Remember before I said I would wake him up, get him pumped? Well, check this out, y'all. I'm creepin' up on him on the couch, layin' my itchin' body into his, and it turns out man's already turned the keys in the ignition, warmed the engine up a little, if ya catch my drift. So a smile's on my lips, sneaky as all shit, man, and he's ready to go for a ride. And I'm seekin' it out, knowin' he's still half asleep, but thinkin' of me.

So I slide my hand into his boxers and sayin' hello to Mr. two point five litre, giving it a little handshake, and then he's moaning. Like seriously, you'd think he'd gone without a fuck for longer than I had. So I sunk my lips into his, hushing him up a bit, and then it's turning into some raunchy down and dirty shit; he's all of a sudden awake, takin' hold of my trousers and tugging at them. But he decides quick that it ain't workin' this way round and somehow he's on top of me, and dare I say it, IN CONTROL…of me. Haha. Yeah, right.

It's always me on top. Well. Was. Soon enough he was sliding it into me, easy, effortless and now I'm the one moaning. I tell him specifically to not go slow, and he's already strumming a fast beat rhythm and it feels soooooo good that I completely forget about what it's like to be on top. And whilst he's pumping into me, almost not hard enough, I feel him slink a well-toned arm up and around me, and at first I'm a little concerned that this could turn into a love-making session; but no, thank fuck…

Next thing I know we're now fucking upright, then we're not on the couch anymore but against the wall or door rather, cos my hip slammed into the door knob. Fucking ow. I didn't really give, too busy being fucked. That's all I cared about. How good the fuck was and how we just kept at it for freakin' aages, man.

After the door, it was the floor, then it was the couch again, then shit, the kitchen counter. Man. Still have the memory of that sensation of my sweating back against that cool marble counter, him pounding into me, his haggard breaths so sexy in my ear, his warm breath on my neck. So NOT the Wesley I knew four years back. Then, I'd never have thought he had it in him. And he became so silent, as if he was now concentrating on what I was feeling and how close he was bringing me, and making sure that I was okay. Like, his hand deftly placed in the dip of my back to prevent me from hurting myself on the counter, and then his other arms, snaked with muscles, propping us up on the counter. So hot, man.

Shit, that was fantastic, dude. Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Straight after the counter, we went back in the bedroom (where we are now) and he operated the tongue, dude. And I'm still grinning like a Cheshire cat at the thought of it. Not cos he went down, like. The effects on it. I'm talkin' one, two, three, maybe even four times I came, like straight after the other. And I have NO idea how he did it, dude. But I know that I have never, and I mean NEVER, felt this good before. I mean I must've came like what, eight times today? And the sun's barely come up. I am so fucked.

Fell back asleep after. Only for a little while, though. I got up to find him still sleeping, but I don't blame him. Still naked I might add. Sweet. The sheets are just barely draped over his ass. Nice.

So I thought I'd update that. Best almighty fuck of the year. K, so I'm not all for the soppy afterwards crap, but I'm watching him sleep and it's actually kinda nice. He's so peaceful. Such a contrast. Before he was this rampant, somewhat wild and dominative, animalistic figure, and now…now he's calm and at peace. He had a hard on in his sleep.

Just dawned on me.

Huh. May have to tease him later on.

TBC