Rotten Apples
By: spoiledsquish
Disclaimer: Not mine. If I did, do you honestly believe I would tear Fresley and B/A apart?
Author's Note: for 50thousandtearz for the Wes/Illyria/Fred ficathon challenge. This is my first ficathon challenge, so be nice…Pretty please?
Distribution: My site, Seductive Web, PPA, Enchanting Place, Fanfiction.net, WTTS, PFYL, TEF, Sempiternal Beloved...If you host my fics regularly, feel free. If you don’t, just ask and most likely you shall receive.
Summary: Illyria finds her true purpose. Response to the Wes/Fred/Illyria August '04 ficathon challenge.
Pairings: That, my kiddies, is a secret.
Rating: NC-17, for sexual situations and some bad language. Shield the kiddies’ eyes if you are underage.
Spoilers: Shells, I guess. Illyria happened, and Lilah never died…Actually she might have, but she’s back now…Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?
He thrust into her, arching her hips upward. Her wet pussy clamped down onto his member, her body defying the intrusion. His long fingers pinched a nipple, only adding to the heightened sense of their coupling.
It was hard and fast, like it always was, like it always will be. Neither could kill the igniting passion that had always been in their minds for each other.
His strong arms grabbed her hips, and lifted her onto his thick member, making their fucking seem much more real. Her ass inched almost halfway off of his desk, but their coupling still stayed strong and fierce.
“More…harder…” she moaned, writhing on top of him. “Oh god, Wesley….”
He complied, thrusting deeper into her wetness, reaching the hilt of her pussy. She clawed her nails down his back, signaling to him to make the pain harder, to pound into her…
“Oh god, Lilah…” Wesley jerked, only adding in the Lilah part for the desired effect it had on the woman on top of him.
He wanted to scream the name out, Fred, but reality sunk it. Who would be able to hear it? Certainly not the woman he truly desired.
She was long gone by now, and the being who inhabited her body despised him, all humans as a matter of fact.
“Scream for me…” he whispered, taunting her. *At least this way, I can imagine. Imagine it’s someone else, and not this creature I’m fucking.*
“Please, Wesley.” Lilah begged.
“What? Tell me what you want, Lilah.” Wesley smirked, teasing her.
“I want you…” she muttered.
“You want me to what?” he chuckled at her.
“I want you to fuck me…” she spoke.
“Where?” he asked, suckling on a vacant spot on her neck.
“Here…” Lilah grinned, pointed to her pussy and then to her ass, “and here.”
“Greedy little bitch, aren’t you?” Wesley laughed, slowly inching his way to her moistness.
He dipped his tongue into her belly button, circling his tongue around just to get a reaction out of her. She moaned in ecstasy, loving the feeling of his tongue moving around on her soft skin.
He reached her pussy, and breathed her scent for a moment. She smelt like a sweet butter musk, combined with the smell of a sweet melon, such as a peach or possibly a pear.
He nibbled the moistened flesh in his mouth, circling his teeth around her swollen center. He bit down, and felt her body pulse into another orgasm, her soft moans become louder.
“This is what an orgasm is, then?” a voice called from the doorway.
“Illyria.” Wesley stated, as Lilah moved around to find something to cover herself up with.
“Why is it that the humans need the stench of sex to turn them on? Do they not know that intercourse is merely a feeling, one that they do not need to survive?” Illyria asked, moving closer to the pair. “You both reek of it, human feeling. It’s like sand in my mouth. Pitiful.”
“What are you doing here?” Wesley asked, as he adjusted the zipper to his pants.
“Angel wanted to talk to you about the intermediary between the Kanduok and Sveltianch clans. Your coupling was overheard from all the way across the floor. Since none of those foolish male species you call yourself friends with made a move to come, I offered my services.” Illyria said with disgust, and then turned to Lilah. “You. I know you. I know this feeling. It is not love or hate, something in between. Jealousy, a seething rage.”
“That’s Fred for you.” Lilah scoffed. “That girl always knew how to keep her emotions in check. I guess that’s why they called her a science worm.”
Illyria felt a pang of hatred go through her, and in a moment’s notice, she had Lilah pinned up against the wall.
“Illyria, stop!” Wesley ordered her.
“You forget your place.” Illyria seethed, squeezing her throat a tad bit harder. “I am not Fred, I merely wear the shell of her. Do not address her in my presence, or I will hurt you a lot worse. Not even a mortal could save you from the torture and pain I could put you through, and believe me, I wish to do it. So, do keep badmouthing Fred. Maybe I’ll cut out your tongue first.”
She let go, watching Lilah sink to the floor, panting. Illyria just stared at her with a look of disgust, before walking out of the room.
Cordelia followed her from behind, an obvious scowl upon her features. Illyria felt someone behind her, and purposely traveled into one of the more discreet areas of Wolfram and Hart, where the “stalker” surely followed.
“You!” Cordelia yelled out to her. “Stop!”
Illyria made no move to walk further, and yet felt a strong pull to this voice. Instead she turned around slowly, and gave a pained look when she saw her face.
“I remember you.” Illyria moved towards her. “You are here, and yet you’re aren’t from here. A shadow, one who watches over them. You are dead, you feel no body heat, and yet no essence reflects off you.”
“Illyria.” Cordelia ground out.
“You speak as if you know me, of my situation. You aren’t a part of this realm, so why do you plague my mind and thoughts so?” Illyria pondered.
“My name is…” Cordelia motioned.
“Cordelia.” Illyria’s gaze hardened. “You were a friend to her, the shell that was Fred. But you went away, never to return. You died.”
“Yes.” Cordelia smiled. “Death is highly overrated.”
“Illyria, who are you talking to?” Gunn asked as he approached her from the other side.
“Don’t you see her? The shadow?” Illyria asked him, pointing at Cordelia.
“All I see is a wall.” Gunn shrugged. “Maybe we should get you into isolation. Wes will know what to do.”
“They can’t see me.” Cordelia shook her head. “I didn’t come for them. If I wanted them to see me, they would.”
“So, why can I?” Illyria asked.
“Because I want you to.” Cordelia whispered and then faded.
“Illyria?” Gunn said, grabbing a hold of her arm.
“Get off me, halfbreed!” Illyria pushed him into a wall, and traipsed off.
“Gunn!” Harmony ran to his aid. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Gunn ached. “I’ll be okay. Find Illyria. I’ll get Wesley. Something is definitely up.”
***
“Where are you?” Illyria spat, as she walked into lower basement of the firm. “I can feel you.”
“Right here.” Cordelia appeared from the shadows.
“Why did you come for me?” Illyria spat.
“Why do you think?” Cordelia asked. “We both know you don’t belong here. Your presence is merely a means to an end. You think they keep you around because they need you? You’re worth nothing to them. And as soon as this apocalypse is over, they will destroy you.”
“What type of morals do you speak of?” Illyria pressed. “You know nothing of my kind or myself. You presume to know all about the world, when yet you only know what your feelings and sight tell you. In my time, you would have been gutted like cattle and served to the gods. Your insolence is wearing thin.”
“You killed my closest friend.” Cordelia screamed. “You deserve to die. This isn’t your world anymore. You know you don’t belong here. Pretty soon, my friends will realize it too, and either they will dispose of you or you will merely fade away.”
“Never! They will suffer just like all mortals suffer. I shall watch them bleed and make examples of their betrayal.” Illyria explained.
“You will never get to touch them. I shall see to it.” Cordelia threatened.
“Get out of my head, shadow.” Illyria gasped.
“Very well.” Cordelia disappeared, “Death is among you.”
Shrieking, Illyria pulled at her bluish hair. Was this the motive for her returning? Was she merely a guide, waiting to be slaughtered at the first sign of freedom?
No!
She would not let mere humans, even her guide, have the gratitude of taking her out. She grasped onto the handle of one of the basement cages, twisting a bar off it’s hinge.
She sloped the bar, breaking it free.
It’s edge was sharp, probably about the same way a knife would be, gutting into a mortal.
Illyria held it at arms length, and impaled herself onto it’s hinge. Blood spurted out of her, it’s redness seeping through her clothing.
She felt her powers retracting, her shell dying of blood and breath. She took one last gasp before she felt the air leave her body.
Justice was sought, and a battle was forged. Rotten apples were forged in battle, and peace always won out in the end.
Rotten apples make people whole again.
-Fin
Your assignment:
Livejournal: 50thousandtearz
E-mail: itzbleu @ yahoo.com
Up to Two Characters (besides Fred/Illyria and Wesley): Lilah and Cordelia.
Up to Two Requirements: make illyria walk in on wes and lilah having sex, Cordelia yelling at Illyria for killing
Fred.
One Restriction: Fluff. Make it dark.