Disclaimer: Same as the first one.

A/N: Hey everyone, this one is kind of short. I haven't had a lot of time, so I hope you enjoy. Also all mistakes are mine.

(Chapter Five)

Abigail smirked at Wesley, as he tried not to bang his head on their table. All he had said was he had to head home and they started packing him leftovers. Abigail was leaning over the side of one of the couches watching them while hiding her smirk from her aunts as the bustled around the kitchen. Wesley shook his head before resting against the wooden surface of the table.

"Wesley? Doesn't that woman you're dating feed you?" Abigail asked sarcastically while looking innocent as her aunts looked over at her.

"No!" Wesley muffled voice answered as he kept his face hidden in his arms as the two older women went back to packing.

"Does she even give you a blowjob?" Abigail asked.

"ABIGAIL!" Aunt Lucy squawked as she glared over at her as she was hiding behind the couch. Wesley popped his head up as Aunt Esme snickered.

"I don't think she does dear, but that nice of you to ask." Aunt Esme said smartly as she went back to working, while Aunt Lucy gave Abigail a warning look.

"No, Cathy doesn't. She gives Barry one everyday while I'm at work." Wesley grumbled as he rested his chin on his arms as they were cross over one another.

"Man…that sad. Jesus dude where are your balls, did they run away after I left?" Abigail asked as she hid back behind the couch as her Aunt Lucy glared over at her.

Wesley chuckled before looking over at her: "Maybe, do you have them in you luggage somewhere?"

Aunt Esme started laughing as Aunt Lucy put some creamy chicken and pasta into a plastic container. Rolling her eyes at Wesley, Abigail leaned back over the couch and stuck her tong out at him. Wesley smirked devilishly at her before getting up and plopping down next to her on the couch.

"You better put that away, I'm a sex deprived man after all." Wesley said wickedly at her, "I might get ideas."

"Yeah right and what go jacking off to them. While Ms. I-fuck-your-piece-of-shit-friend-behind-your-back is doing just that?" Abigail asked as she watched the spark in Wesley's eyes grow even more intense.

"You never know, I do have a vivid imagination after all." Wesley leaned his back against the couch and crossed his arms over his stomach. "What's that old say: 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.'? Which should be: 'The way to a man's heart is a little farther south of his stomach.'" Wesley added with a smirk.

"You such a pervert," Abigail rolled her eyes dramatically.

"I'm a guy, what do you expect? I've been sex deprived for over god…six months. I have to have something." Wesley whispered low so only Abigail could hear.

Smirking Abigail leaned over and whispered into Wesley's ear, before leaning back over the couch again. Wesley's mouth was open and he was staring at Abigail with shock written all over his face.

"And you said I was a pervert, where the hell did you come up with that?" Wesley asked while looking over the couch at the aunts, who were taking out the wine bottle back out of the fridge.

"I have a vivid imagination." Abigail repeated him as she looked at him slyly before getting up off the couch.

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To say that was better then just going to sleep after getting back from work, would not be a lie to Wesley and what was even better. Was Cathy wasn't there when he stepped into the apartment. The little white shit machine was in its bed sound asleep, when he set down the leftovers. A huge sigh of relief escaped his lips before he set his keys down on the table and put away the food.

Smirking as he walked over to his dresser, Wesley pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and a T-shirt before flipping his shoes off by the door. Whistling as he went Wesley continued to smirk.

"Thank you god for small miracles," Wesley murmured as he looked up at the crummy ceil, "And dirty minded women." He added in good measure as he shut the door with a soft snap.

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Meanwhile across town in an old build a darkly skinned man sat at his desk scribbling on a piece of paper. His name was Sloan and he didn't even look up when another man entered the room without knocking. Dressed in a black suit that made him look like a sophisticated lawyer, the other man sat down in the chair in front of the desk and crossed his leg over the other while he waited.

"I take it Mr. X, you haven't killed Cross?" Sloan said calmly as he looked over his glasses at the other man.

"He's killed another member with this." Mr. X answered as he held up a uniquely designed bullet. "It was Spade, right in the chest. The Butcher pulled this out of his heart; Spade's body is down stairs or what was left of it anyways."

"Take it to one of our contacts and have them analyze it." Sloan answered before going back to his papers.

"Also Sloan, he left this in Spade's pocket." Mr. X added as he stood up and straightened his suit before pulling out a small piece of paper from inside his coat pocket.

Taking hold of the piece of paper, Sloan frowned as he read what was on it.

You're time is up Sloan.

"Hmm, make sure when you kill him. That he suffers before he dies." Sloan crumpled up the piece of paper and throwing it into the fireplace nearby. "See Lola tomorrow."

Mr. X just nodded before leaving the room and Sloan in silence, a frown slowly crept across Sloan's lips as he glared down at the paper. Shaking his head he went back to working and didn't look over at the dieing fire in the fireplace for the rest of the night.

Thank you for reading!