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Summary: Set after Revelations, instead of finding Willow, Spike meets Faith first, things go from there, as Faith and Spike grow bitterly jealous of Angel and Buffy, and find themselves attracted to each other...
AUTHORS:
CrazyEvilDru & EvilWillow
EMAIL: dru@shadyfiction.com, lcaspell@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/crazyevildru
RATING: NC-17,
character deaths, blood, mayhem, murder.
PAIRING: Spike/Faith
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. Nor do I own “Black Dove”
(Tori Amos), “Cruel” (Tori Amos), “Closer” (Nine Inch Nails).
SPOILERS: Revelations, after that it’s alternate universe.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: bloodplay, S&M as well as mentions of child abuse and rape
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Faith ran into the mansion and saw Angel and Gwendolyn fighting. “Let her go!” Faith ordered Angel. She was holding a long stick with a metal hook, and started swinging it at him.
Angel growled in anger and threw Gwendolyn across the room.
“I can’t believe how much I’m gonna kill you,” Faith said, grinning.
“You’re *not* getting that glove,” Angel replied, facing her down.
“You wanna bet?” Faith asked, and moved to stab him. Angel kicked the club out of her hands, however, and stepped back smiling. Faith sighed, and shrugged her shoulders, “Fine. I’ve still got a stake, and those are more fun anyway.” She dropped back into fighting stance, pulling the stake out of her jeans pocket, and added, “Come on. The sooner I stake you, the better life will be.”
Angel, with vampiric speed, rushed Faith and backhanded her, but Faith recovered quickly and responded with a punch to his face. Angel stumbled back as she followed through with another punch.
Angel kicked her feet out from under her, sending her to the ground, wincing as he heard her head hit the concrete floor. Faith played it dazed, *Come on, Pretty Boy, fall for it* she willed, leaving her eyes closed. She sensed him leaning over her, *Perfect!* and grabbed him by the shirt, using her knees to assist in flipping him over her head and onto his back. She then rolled to her knees, and raised her stake over his chest. “Bye-bye,” she said, quickly followed with, “Fuck!” as the stake was kicked out of her hand.
Faith looked up to see Buffy standing over her. “That figures,” Faith said, getting to her feet. “You would protect him, wouldn’t you, B.”
“Get the hell away from him, Faith,” Buffy said angrily.
Faith laughed, and said, “Sorry, B. I happen to like this earth, and don’t particularly want it sucked into hell. Since we know you plus him equals earth-sucked-into-Hell, I have another equation for you. She pointed to Angel, “Vampire.” She then pointed at herself, “plus not-confused Slayer,” she pointed to Angel again, “equals dead vampire. Any questions?”
“There’s a lot that you don’t understand,” Buffy replied.
“Like you’re stupid for thinking you could be with Angel again and us not find out?” Faith retorted. “No, already got that one.”
Gwendolyn began to come to then, and said, “Faith...She doesn’t know. She’s blinded by love.”
“I got that one too, but where I’m from we call it lust,” Faith shrugged.
“Faith, you’ve got it all wrong,” Buffy said.
“Trust me,” Gwendolyn pleaded.
Faith looked at Gwendolyn, and then Buffy. She then said, “I’ll take the one who isn’t fucking a vampire for $200, Alex,” and then did a roundhouse kick to Buffy’s face.
Buffy fell to her knees, and Faith kicked her twice more in the stomach. Buffy rolled away and managed to get to her feet. When Faith approached, Buffy punched her in the face. Faith stumbled back, and Buffy attempted two roundhouse kicks, both blocked by Faith. Faith attempted to punch Buffy in the face, but Buffy blocked the punch, and followed through with one of her own, first to Faith’s face, and then to her stomach.
Faith fell to the floor and then kicked out, tripping Buffy and sending her on her face next to Faith. Faith jumped up and kicked Buffy in the stomach, twice, before Buffy grabbed her foot on the next attempt and sent her back to the ground.
Both were gasping for air at this point, as they got back to their feet. They circled each other, contemplating their next moves. Faith looked over at Angel, he appeared to be content with watching she and Buffy fight. *Figures* Faith thought. *That’s fine; I’ll deal with you later.*
Faith wasn’t expecting what Buffy did next. Buffy rushed Faith and grabbed her by the waist, sending the two of them crashing through the French doors and into the atrium. They rolled away from each other and got to their feet again, glaring.
“Had enough yet?” Buffy asked.
“Hardly, B,” Faith replied. “When Angel’s a pile of dust, then I’ll have had enough.”
“You’ll be waiting a long time for that,” Buffy replied. “Like forever.”
Faith punched out at Buffy, but was blocked. Buffy followed through with the other hand and punched Faith in the face.
Both stopped for a moment as they heard Gwendolyn yell something unintelligible, followed by a crash of thunder, and lightning.
“What the fuck?” Faith said, looking over to see what was going on.
Buffy ran back into the other room, as she realized Gwendolyn had the glove. Faith followed close after. “What the hell are you doing?!” she demanded of Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn looked over to Faith, grinning cruelly. “Faith! A word of advice: you’re an idiot.”
“I second that,” Buffy said, “And I have a word of advice for you,” she added, looking at Gwendolyn, “You’re dead.”
“Buffy--” Faith had a pang of guilt as she realized her mistake where Gwendolyn was concerned.
“Get out of here! You’ve done enough damage!” Buffy screamed. “As far as I’m concerned, it’s your fault she’s got the glove!”
Faith looked at her for a moment in shock, and then both dove to the ground as Gwendolyn directed a lightning bolt at them. Faith looked to Buffy. “Have a nice death,” she said, and ran out of the Mansion.
**********
Faith’s Apartment
“Fuck!” Faith screamed and threw a cheap vase watching it shatter as it hit the wall. “That’s just fucking great, “Fucking BUFFY, protecting her demon lover, and lying to everybody. But no, I end up the bad guy, because the Council sent me a psychopath for a WATCHER!!!!”
She turned her head at the timid knock on the door. “WHAT!” she yelled.
“Yeah, that’s real helpful,” Buffy said sarcastically. “Destroy the furniture, probably get kicked out of your apartment and then what? Sleep in the street? By the way, thanks for leaving me to clean up the mess you made back there.”
“You told me to leave, I obeyed. Because everyone listens to Buffy, right? Well, now it’s my turn to tell _you_ to leave. Seeing your face makes me ill.”
“Fine, you hate me, that just figures.” Buffy said. “I was your one friend in this town, Faith. I gave you every possible chance, but you turned on me the minute you found out that Angel was back. Not to mention you falling for Gwendolyn’s act. You trusted the wrong person.”
“Well, Gee, B, if you’re talking about you, then you’re right!” Faith yelled.
“Huh?” Buffy looked at her in surprise.
“YES, YOU! MISS I KNOW I’M A SLAYER BUT I STILL LIKE TO FUCK DEMONS!”
“I’M NOT FUCKING HIM!” Buffy yelled back.
“No, once was enough, huh? I don’t buy it, B. Don’t even try to tell me you wouldn’t jump him in a second if you had the chance. One look from Angel and you’d be giving his soul another one-way trip to nowheresville. I would’ve dusted him earlier tonight if you hadn’t stopped me, and come to think of it, that’s still next on my list of things to do.”
“You leave Angel alone,” Buffy warned, hands balled into fists. “You go after him, and you make an enemy of me. And you don’t want that.”
“The way I see it, B, YOU destroyed our friendship when you chose to protect him over doing your duty as a Slayer. And when you chose to try to beat me to a pulp. Which I still owe you for.” Catching Buffy off guard, Faith slammed her fist into Buffy’s face, sending Buffy to her back on the floor.
“Damn that felt good,” Faith grinned.
“I can’t believe you just did that, you BITCH!” Buffy yelled, jumping up. She wiped the blood from her nose, and said, “I’m warning you, Faith, leave town NOW. You’ve outlasted your welcome.”
“I’m not going anywhere, little girl” Faith replied calmly. “You’re wrong about this being your town. This is my territory now. You lost the title of Slayer when you died, B. I’m the Slayer. The *only* Slayer. Because the way I hear it, the Council won’t want you on their team now. Not now that you’ve proven your loyalty lies with demons.”
Buffy laughed, “You think I give a shit what the Council thinks? You can have them, they’re as psychopathic as you. But this is still MY town, MY territory, and you’ll leave. Even if I have to run you out myself.”
“Just try it, B.” Faith said boredly, and punched Buffy hard in the face one more time, sending her stumbling out of the door, muttering curses. She walked up and slammed the door shut, locking the deadbolt. “Just try it.”
“Well, that was definitely more fun than breaking inanimate objects,” she remarked, as she flopped back down on her bed.
He took a drag from his cigarette and another sip of beer, always a sip of beer, just one more sip. *One more sip and it’ll be better, Spike. Just one more sip.* He threw the empty can in the back of the car and searched for another. “Bloodyhell beer, where’d ya go?” He looked down for another beer, trusting the road to stay right where it was. It was when he felt the car swerve that he looked up right as the car hit the sign. His and Dru’s sign. He opened the door and fell onto the ground, “home sweet home.” He cried into the night.
*******
Faith laid on the bed flipping through the primetime programs, flipping through the TV Guide as well. She’d watched that stupid creek show but couldn’t stand it. She threw the book across the room and got dressed in her leathers. She wanted some fun. She wanted a good fuck. She needed a good fuck. Fighting with B had made her hungry and horny, guess it didn’t matter whether she was fighting the righteous or wicked, to her body, they were the same.
*******
The bloody car wouldn’t start! He needed beer. He needed blood. He needed bloody beer, or beery blood. *That didn’t make sense.* He stood up and shut the door to the car. “Stay right here.” He said to it before stumbling away. He walked a couple blocks before spotting a couple kissing heavily on a park bench. *Their* park bench. “Hey!” He said approaching them. The two stopped kissing and looked up at him.
“This is MY PARK BENCH!” He screamed at the night. The two got up quickly but he grabbed the girl. She smelled pretty, like perfume and sex. “YousmellSOgood.”
“HEY MAN! That’s MY girlfriend.” Spike, still holding the girl still with one arm, used the other free hand to run his hand under the girl’s skirt.
“She’ll be fine mate,” he said emphasizing the t.
“NO! Come on Amanda.”
“Amanda? Pretty name... not as pretty as Dru thought! You’re not as pretty as MY Dru either.” He snapped the girl’s neck quickly. The boy tried to run but Spike grabbed him. He sank his fangs into his neck and the boy was drained within minutes. His blood tasted of sex, sex... how Spike missed sex!
Dru had been mean, she hadn’t played, because of *nancyboy.* He lost her AGAIN because of her ‘Angel.’ But if Dru didn’t want him, she didn’t want him. He was a new man. “A new man I am.” He said as he strolled off in search of a bar with good food, and good drink, and perhaps a good lookin’ whore.
*******
*B doesn’t care. That’s fine. B wants to be with Angel. B wants to fuck Angel. B wants to watch the world get sucked into hell.* Faith walked down the street and came across a bar, the No-Name. Adequately named, she didn’t want to be known tonight. She went in and sat at the bar.
“What’ll it be little lady?”
“Scotch, no ice, no water.” The bar keep brought it to her and she drank it down quickly.
He strolled by THEIR factory. He HAD to stop thinking like that. He’d thought about Willie’s, but the LAST thing he needed tonight was a SLAYER knowing he was in town. He looked across the street, the No-Name, perfect. He opened the door and walked up to the bar.
“What’ll it be buddy?”
“Got whisky?” And he drank it down.
One drink had become two, which had become five, which had become ten, and then she’d lost count. Things were blurry and it was nice. It was nice to drown out the slayer senses and be ‘normal’ for a change. She was playing pool with some guy, and was losing. She couldn’t remember if they were playing for money or not, though she had the sinking feeling that they were.
He looked around as one whisky became three. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of long jet-black hair. He turned, his whole body crying out, DRU!...but then sighed morosely as he realized THIS hair was VERY curly, and Dru’s was not. His Dru, the only female that could remotely satisfy him. He’d been with several dozen mortals and demons alike, but none were as good, they couldn’t even compare. They were too weak. Angel had had a good idea in fucking a slayer.
He snorted at the thought. As if Buffy would sleep with him, he’d be lucky if she let him leave town again. He watched the girl with the jet-black hair, though, as if he was drawn to her, feeling drawn to her. As if something inside him was telling him something. He took his drink and walked a little closer to her.
She stood and watched the eight ball go into the pocket. *I didn’t do that. Did I do that? No, I’m certain that I didn’t do that. So who did?*
“You owe me little girl.” The big blur said.
“Ferwhat?” Faith narrowed her eyes at him, hoping she was looking menacing, while in reality she was simply trying see the man behind the blur.
“For the game. I won. You owe me a hundred bucks.”
“I don’t have a hundred bucks.” She said shrugging. *When had they talked about money?*
“Well,” the man grabbed her waist from behind and his hands slid up to her breasts, “I’m sure we could work something out.”
“YEAH RIGHT! In your dreams pal!” She said, elbowing him in the gut and pulling away from him.
“You owe me little girl. Your body shouldn’t make promises your wallet can’t afford.”
*What is he talking about?* Her body had never made ANY promise.
She pushed him away. “I don’t owe you shit!” The man grabbed her arm. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you lil man.”
“Whacha gonna do? Huh? Hit me? Please.”
“Look, I’ve slain bigger n’uglier demons’an you. That’s fer sure.”
“Oh yeah?” He said, pulling her back into him. “That so?”
She whipped her head back into his nose and he screamed, letting go of her arm. “Yeah.” She said.
*A Slayer!* She had to be. He watched as she grabbed the man’s wallet.
“Let’s see, one hundred dollars I believe you owe me.”
The man got up. “How so?”
“Cause I won the game.” She said.
“No way!”
She punched his nose hard again. “Didn’t I?” He nodded and she smiled, emptied his wallet, and went to the bar.
Spike followed her. *What kinda slayer goes around hittin’ and stealin’ from people? MY kinda Slayer, that’s what kind.* He sat next to her at the bar.
“I’d ask if I could buy ya a drink, but it looks like you could buy me one.” He said, sitting so his knees were on either side of her bar stool, slightly barricading her in.
Bad thing about being a slayer was that fighting had a bad way of sobering you faster than you wanted. She glanced over at the man.
*Great, another blur* she thought with a sigh. *Well, maybe this one will be more fun.* But there was something about him, something familiar? Something that made her body scream, tingle... she wasn’t sure which. Had the other big blur not been such a jerk and been so demanding, he just might have gotten lucky.
The barkeep came over, “‘nother scotch?”
“Nah, goes right to my head, I’ll have what he’s having.” She said and the barkeep asked the blond next to her.
“Vodka on the rocks.” The guy said.
His British accent permeated her mind then, and she turned her head, trying to focus on him a little more. He had nice features, he was very cute.
*Fuck no! he’s gorgeous!* She turned, facing him, so her knees were between his.
“I’m Faith, or I will be when I’m sober again.”
“Name’s S... William.”
“Well Swilliam, nice ta meecha.”
“So you buyin’ me a drink’er not?” He asked with a dazzling grin that took her breath away.
“Well, we did order it, didn’t we?”
She smelled nice, like a girl, a strong girl, a girl with a weakness for strawberry shampoo, and violence, and leather. She wore tight-fitting black leather pants, and a red leather halter-top, that pushed her full breasts up and exposed her navel.
He wanted to fuck her, he shook his head at this ridiculous thought. He shouldn’t. She was the enemy. He let his eyes roam over her body again. But he just couldn’t help it. He wanted to fuck her.
He looked over at the large man sitting glaring at her. He nodded over to him, “looks like he’s not your friend anymore.”
“Well,” she said with a smirk, placing her hands on his upper thighs, “I make friends easy.” *She fuckin’ purred* Spike realized through his alcohol-induced haze. She ran her hands up his thighs and his jeans were suddenly too tight. “Answer me somethin’ Swilliam.”
“What?” Spike asked, shaking his head to attempt to clear his mind. She leaned in close, her lips were SO very close to his, “do you play pool?” She asked giggling as she stood up and gulped the drink down.
Things would be interesting indeed.
“Oh no! I fergot how to play. Help me?” She said sweetly. He moved to stand behind her to help her hold the cue. He felt her ass rubbing his jean-clad erection and stifled a groan. He definitely didn’t want her thinking SHE was in control here. *I’m in control. I’m a fuckin’ Master Vampire* he reminded himself.
“Is that a cue or are ya happy taseeme?” She whispered as he leaned her over the table, his cheek to hers. She licked his ear, he loved it when his ear was licked, it was something stupid, but it didn’t change the fact that it made his already tight jeans tighter. Spike couldn’t keep a growl from escaping his throat.
“Oh baby likes it.” She said grinding her ass into his hard-on. “Wonder what else he likes.”
He ‘helped’ her break and stood up straight as she walked behind him, brushing his ass with her hand. He leaned over to take his shot and made the mistake of looking across the table at her. She was leaning over the table, breasts practically hanging out onto the table. That wasn’t what made him lose it, however. What made him lose it was what she was holding: an ice cube. No, that wasn’t quite right. What made him lose it was what she was DOING with that very lucky ice cube. She was holding it between two fingers, and rubbing it on the bare skin above her halter top, letting it melt, sending rivulets of water into her shirt.
Unable to tear his eyes away from her, he shot and completely missed, sending the white ball in the opposite direction from the rest of the balls. “Fuck,” Spike muttered, and he looked up to see her eyes dancing in laughter.
“Not yet,” she winked at him. She then sucked the ice cube into her mouth and turned to contemplate the table, adding, “My turn.”
“Guess so.” He shrugged. She jumped up onto the edge of the table. “Aren’t you gonna shoot?”
“Aren’t you gonna help me Swilliam?” He walked over to her and her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him into her. She gyrated her hips slightly and ground into his.
“Aren’t you gonna hit the balls?”
“I can think of better things to do with your balls.” She smirked and before he knew it, her lips were upon his, forcefully, cruelly, passionately. That didn’t affect him half as much as her hand cupping his erection through his jeans. She pulled hand and mouth away and leaned in again to lick his ear before whispering, “let’s go back to my place.”
Well, he had wanted a fuck. And Angelus HAD told him Buffy’s slayer strength had come in handy, and *WHY THE HELL NOT?* She was clearly not your ordinary slayer and he was clearly drunk and *hell, she is too. She doesn’t realize what I am, this could be fun.* She smelled so pretty, and felt so warm. And when he had finished contemplating all these things, he realized she’d dragged him out the door and into the cemetery across the street. she was dragging him into the cemetery.
“My place is this
way.” She turned around and kissed him as they walked. Her hand slipped
under his shirt and he felt her warm fingers twisting his nipples. She’d
clearly done this before, several times he imagined. He smirked, *Not like Buffy
the Vampire Layer. Good. I’m not Poof-boy* He pulled her close to him and
slid his hands down her leather pants to grab her ass.
*Fuck!* He felt good, SO good. He tasted even better, his mouth, his soft pale skin. “Cold,” she said then, and pulled away with a frown. Her head was trying to tell her something, but she couldn’t keep the thought in one place long enough to take hold of it.
Spike regarded her silently for a moment. *Fuck, she’s figured it out.* He ventured, “It’s cold out here,” watching her to see if she bought it. She did. Before he could say “Fuck me”, she was unzipping his pants in the middle of the cemetery.
She needed him, she looked
down and practically sobered right up as his erection sprang free. “HOLY
SHIT!” She gasped. She’d certainly never seen any as big.
“It’s all for you pet.” Spike grinned at her. He’d forgotten how fun it was to watch their reactions when they saw it for the first time.
“God I’m SO ready for you.” She said as he slid her pants down.
“No panties love? How refreshing.” Spike smirked at her, as his blue eyes met her brown ones. She moaned softly as his hand rubbed her heated, moist sex. “Guess ya’are ready love.”
“Fuck me Swilliam.” She ordered. And with one swift move, her legs were wrapped around his waist and his long thick cock was buried inside her. She felt herself stretching to accommodate the handsome stranger that had turned out to be well worth her time. He stumbled over to a gravestone and set her ass on top of it as he began pounding into her. She arched into him and groaned as his pelvis bone hit her clit. “Harder.” She whimpered.
Spike had to admit, the Poof had the right idea about slayers. They were better than mortals. She squeezed her muscles tight around him. *Fuck they’re better than mortals.* And MUCH better than vampires. Not only did they have the strength, but the human heat he loved so much. He sawed in and out of her and loved how she encased him in molten heat, even drunk off his rocker he could appreciate that.
No kissing was involved, only hands and her whimpers and his hard fast thrusts and the sound of his body hitting hers. He kissed her neck, licked it, ran his blunt teeth over the tender skin that kept her blood within her body.
He resisted the urge to slip into gameface and sink his fangs into her neck. *Not yet,* he thought. *Fuck now, drink later* He moved away from the temptation of the jugular vein and ] He tasted the saltiness of her sweat, as it dripped down her forehead.
He was close, close to falling over the edge, close to spilling his load inside the slayer, his enemy. He felt her tongue, at his ear and he lost control, thrusting hard once more as he spurted his cool semen into her fiery depths. He buried his face in her neck as his gameface finally slipped out. He felt her muscles contracting around him, milking him for every last drop, while bathing him in her own juices. He forced his gameface back into hiding, and looked up as she released her hold on his waist.
He looked up and she released his waist. “Back to my place?” She whispered and he nodded quickly. They ran off.
*******
Faith’s Apartment
early the next morning
She dreamed of coming home with someone and fucking until they passed out. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling. She soon realized she felt sore. It hadn’t been a dream. She looked at the clock, 5:30. Early, but she had to pee. She was naked, so was he. She turned over onto her side to look at him better. He was lying on his side facing her, still sound asleep. Then he reached his hand across the bed to seek her out, still asleep, settling it on the arm that was holding her head up. His hand was cold. He looked familiar. She touched his cheek, it was cold too. She touched his chest, his cold, pale, alabaster chest. “FUCK!” She jumped up off the bed, taking the sheet with her.
He woke up to swearing. He opened his eyes, he was naked. It took him just a moment to remember, *I fucked the Slayer!* He grinned over to where she was standing, sheet wrapped around her naked body.
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”
“Name’s Spike, and I’m a little tired love, would you mind shuttin’ the shades? I don’t fancy bein’ dust quite so early in the mornin’. And then you can come back to bed.”
Faith’s Apartment
5:30 am
“Name’s Spike, and I’m a little tired, Luv. Would you mind shuttin’ the shades? I don’t fancy bein’ dust when the sun rises in a few minutes. And then you can come back to bed.”
The blond vampire grinned at the girl.
“You’re a vampire,” Faith said dumbly.
Spike chuckled, and said, “Two points for you. Now be a good girl and shut the shades.”
*He’s smirking at me. He’s laughing at me!* Faith saw red, and she dove for the bedside table, specifically the drawer where she kept her stake.
Spike was too quick for her though. He realized what she was doing, and dove for her, knocking her to the floor. He grabbed her arms, pinning both wrists above her head with one hand, and pinned her legs with his own.
“Lemme go, you bastard!” Faith screamed. She tried not to think about the fact that he was naked, and she was too. When he’d knocked her to the floor her sheet had wandered off somewhere. *He’s naked, and he’s pressed up against me. Oh God. In all the right places.* “Get off!” she struggled harder, then stopped as that only served to make her more distracted.
Spike chuckled, “Now, now, Luv. I don’t remember a hell of a lot of details about last night, but I do remember you were *not* asking me to get off you. If I recall correctly, it was just the opposite. ‘Faster, William. Harder William.’ He leered at her, “Shame on you, I know they don’t teach ‘em that in Slayer Training. Not that I’m complaining though. I think I enjoyed it.”
“I was drunk,” Faith replied through gritted teeth. *Get off, get off, get off. I can’t take much more!*
“I’m sure The Slayer would love to hear all about it. And Rupert. And all the little Slayerettes,” Spike said, grinning at her, enjoying the advantage he held at the moment. “Something tells me that won’t go over well with all of them.”
Faith glared at him, “I don’t give a fuck what Buffy or her stupid friends think about me.”
“Maybe you don’t care what *they* think about you, but I think you do care what the Council thinks about you. If they find out, and I promise you they will if you don’t play nice here, they’ll drop you without a second thought. Where’s that leave you? Selling that pretty little body of yours to keep from starving?”
She didn’t reply, but looked away, admitting defeat.
He slowly got up, but grabbed the stake from the drawer as he walked over to the window. He pulled the shades down, and laid the stake next to him on the table. He reached over for his jeans and pulled them on. He looked over at her, and watched her quickly pull on her clothes from the previous night. She then turned to glare at him. “I’ll make a deal with you,” Spike offered. “You don’t want Bitchy and the others to find out about us, and I don’t really want to fight you or the sun. You let me stay here ‘til sundown, and I’ll keep last night our little secret.”
Faith looked at him in disbelief, “I’m *not* letting you stay here!” she yelled. *No, because then I’ll probably just have to either stake you or fuck you again. Stake you. Definitely.
“Up to you,” Spike shrugged. “You’ll lose all your friends--”
“What friends!” Faith yelled, cutting him off. “Buffy?” She laughed. “Buffy only cares about Buffy. And Angel. Or should I say that Buffy only cares about fucking Angel.”
Spike put a hand to his face to hide the smile. *This is too easy. Already found the weakness.* He gave her what he hoped was a sympathetic smile, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Slayer been treating you like shit, huh? Sorry to hear that, Luv.”
“*I’m* the Slayer,” Faith spat the words out at him. “B’s just a has-been.”
“She’s the *real* Slayer,” Spike argued, shaking his head at her. “You...well you’re just a fluke, Luv. A mistake.” He grinned as she dove at him, fists flying. He grabbed those fists, and twisted with her, pinning her under him again, on the bed this time.
“Shut the fuck up!” she screamed. “I’m the Slayer! I’m better--” She struggled against his hold, and then gasped as he ground his hips against hers. She looked into cold blue eyes, and then let her gaze stray to his mouth. She remembered that mouth, and its skills.
Spike ground his hips against hers, he didn’t know why except that he felt like it. He smiled when she responded with a gasp. “I’m sure you’re better at some things,” he said with a chuckle, noticing her heartbeat speed up.
He waited until she looked into his eyes, then he repeated the movement again. He was rewarded by a soft moan from her. *Well bloody fuckin hell. A girl who likes to live dangerously. She’s not afraid of me in the least. Wait a minute, I should do something about that. Later. First it appears that I might just get another good fuck in--*
Meanwhile Faith tried to remind herself exactly what it was she was pinned under. *Get a grip, Faith! You need to dust him, not fuck him!* She sighed. *It’s a shame, though. He was such a good--NO!*
Spike misunderstood her lack of struggles for willingness. As he released her arms, she took the opportunity to shove hard against his chest, pushing him backward. Spike landed on the floor at the foot of the bed with an angry and surprised yell.
Faith laughed, and dove for the stake. When she looked up, though, he was gone. She looked through the window, and saw that he’d thrown a sheet over him and made a run for it into the daylight.
“I’ll get you later,” she said, and went to the bathroom to shower.
Spike located his car again and found a bottle of whiskey he’d missed the previous evening.
“Hello,” he greeted it with a smile. He popped open the bottle then, downing half of it in one gulp. “Just the thing to deal with a nasty hangover-in-progress.” He then curled up in the back seat to sleep off the day.
“Now what do I do,” he wondered before he fell asleep. “Suppose I could play with the new Slayer a little. Wouldn’t be the first time. Besides the fact maybe she could help me get rid of that idiot Sire of mine. Only HE would manage to get out of hell,” Spike said in irritation. “Well I’m gonna send him back there.” he added.
As he drifted off to sleep, his last thought was, “If it wasn’t for him, Dru and I could’ve been happy.”
12 pm
Faith was walking down the street to get lunch when she saw Giles pass in his car. “Oh shit,” she muttered, and ducked into an alley.
Too late.
“Faith,” she heard from behind her. She sighed and turned back to face a very disapproving Giles. “Hey Giles, what’s up?” she tried, hoping to lighten the mood.
“I think you should contemplate coming to school this afternoon,” Giles said. “Come by the library at one, I need to speak to you and Buffy. There’s a new threat back in town and you and Buffy will need to deal with it tonight.”
“Oh, no,” Faith argued. “I’m not dealing with her.”
“You *will* deal with her,” Giles said, and the expression on his face dared Faith to argue. “I know you’re upset that she kept the news about Angel from you, but that’s in the past. Let’s concentrate on the present. I’ve spoken with the Council, and you are to remain here in Sunnydale until they send you a new Watcher. And you will continue to patrol with Buffy until that time.”
“But Giles--”
“If you choose to defy me, I will inform the Council that you are not Slayer-material,” Giles interrupted, his face hard. “If I do that, they will cut you loose. And I think we both know what will happen to you then. You will be sent back to your family, but they won’t want you back. And then what will you do, Faith?”
As he smiled at Faith cruelly, she stared back at him for a moment in shock. *Wonder if Buffy has ever had the privilege of seeing Ripper in action?*
“Thought you got him out of your system,” she said finally.
Giles blinked at her, obviously surprised. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “The library at one . And that’s not a suggestion.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Faith muttered under her breath as he walked back to his car.
Sunnydale High Library
1 pm
Giles entered the library to find the gang sitting at a table talking, as it was a mutual free hour. They were discussing their SAT scores. “I want a do-over,” Willow wailed, upset about her “failure”.
“Wills, a score of 1460 is NOT proof of need for a do-over,” Xander rolled his eyes at her.
“I could’ve done better!” Willow protested. “I *should* have done better!”
“A score of 1460 is excellent,” Giles said. “You can get into almost any school you wish.
How about you, Buffy? How did you do?”
Buffy sighed and handed him the report.
Giles read it, and looked at her. Then he looked back down at the report. Then he looked back at her. Then he looked down again.
“Say something!” Buffy said.
“I’m shocked,” Giles said.
“Gee thanks,” Buffy frowned.
“That’s not what I was implying at all,” Giles protested. “It’s just that with everything you’ve had to deal with... Well, I’m amazed you’ve had time to study, and that you had the concentration to pull off such an excellent score. With a 1430, you can *also* get into almost any school you wish.”
“Yeah, because I *can* just pick up and leave Sunnydale,” Buffy replied, shaking her head.
“Well, maybe you can,” Giles replied.
“What?” Buffy looked at him in surprise.
“I’m just saying that with Faith here, maybe you could take a...” He trailed off as he saw Buffy’s glare. “Or not,” he shrugged. “I do think you should explore your options, however.”
“Yeah, well, we need to talk about Faith, before you get all thrilled about her,” Buffy said, her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t say anything before, but Faith left us last night when we needed her help.”
“Buffy!” Xander interrupted her, frowning. “How can you say that?”
“What?” Buffy looked at him, and then the rest of the group innocently. “It’s the truth.”
“Oh no,” Faith walked in then. “Truth coming from Buffy. That’s gonna be good for a laugh.”
She giggled, walked over to the table and sat down, between Xander and Oz.
“You left the Mansion last night?” Giles said, looking at her angrily.
“Me...wha--?” Faith was having trouble processing the question.
“That’s right,” Buffy said, looking at Faith hatefully. “She ran off to let us deal with Gwendolyn the psychopath on our own.”
“Oh no you don’t,” Faith stood up quickly, knocking her chair over in her haste. “You will NOT lay that on me. YOU told me to leave, B.”
“I didn’t,” Buffy said with a shrug. She looked to Giles, and said, “She’s lying.”
“I’m...” Faith’s mouth dropped open in shock. Then she dove across the table at Buffy, knocking her to the ground. They rolled away from the table, and jumped to their feet, both in fighting stance.
“Not again,” Xander said with a sigh. He stepped in between the two girls, and held his hands up. “Please stop this,” he pleaded.
“Is it true?” Giles said again.
Faith looked at Willow, Oz, and Cordelia, and they all looked away. None of them were willing to take her side against Buffy’s. She snorted in laughter, and looked to Xander.
“How ‘bout you?” she asked. “You got the guts to stand up to Miss Perfect?” she asked.
Xander looked at Giles, and said, “Buffy told Faith to leave. I heard her.”
“I’m impressed,” Faith said, backing away from the fight. “Thanks,” she said with a smile.
“I told the truth,” Xander said with a shrug. He looked over at Buffy, she was glaring at him. “I told the truth,” he repeated.
“She tried to kill Angel!” Buffy yelled, looking to each of her friends for understanding.
Faith walked over to the counter, and leaned back against it, saying, “He’s already dead. I was just trying to finish the job. I bet when the Council finds out he’s back, they’ll tell me to try again until I succeed.”
“You bitch!” Buffy screamed, and this time Giles grabbed her by the arms holding her back.
“Stop,” he said softly, but his tone warned both not to ignore the order. He let Buffy go, and she stood there, throwing Faith a death-look, which amused Faith to no end. His next words surprised Faith though: “Stop antagonizing her.”
“Oh you’ve so GOT to be kidding me!” she yelled. “So that’s it, huh? She’s the perfect, do-no-wrong Buffy????!”
Buffy smirked at that, but when she turned to Giles her expression was innocent and apologetic. “So I was angry, but I didn’t really mean she had to leave,” she said.
“I know,” Giles said, ignoring Faith’s look of disbelief. “We have more important things to worry about now, anyway. Something that *both* of you *together* will need to deal with,” he added, looking pointedly at Faith.
“Spike is back in town. I have a friend who is a bartender at the No-Name bar in the seedier part of town. He said he saw Spike there last night.”
Faith looked at Giles, mouth open in shock. Giles looked over at her, and she shut it again quickly. *Maybe his friend didn’t know who I was?* she hoped. Giles didn’t give off any impression of knowing her activities the previous evening though, so Faith decided it was safe to breathe again. She remembered then: she wasn’t supposed to know who Spike was.
“Spike?” she squeaked, and cleared her throat.
“Spike’s a vampire who likes to torment me,” Buffy said with a shrug, going back to sit at the table. She continued, not looking at Faith: “He and his girlfriend Dru are the reason YOU’RE here, she killed Kendra.”
Faith felt a twinge of... *what?* as she heard Spike’s girlfriend mentioned.
“Is she here too?” Buffy asked, and Faith was glad she didn’t have to figure out how to bring it up.
“I don’t think so,” Giles shook his head. “According to Robbie, my friend, Spike picked up a girl last night at the bar, and left with her. I imagine she’ll be found dead.”
Faith snorted in laughter. “Or something,” she said with a shrug to the questioning looks.
“Okay, so we find him and stake him. Easy enough.”
“Staking Spike is easy???” Xander replied with a raised eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure. And I got a 1400 on my SAT’s too,” he added sarcastically.
Sunnydale Cemetery #15
10 pm
*So far so good.* Faith looked over to Buffy. They’d managed to Slay “together” that night, really just staying out of each other’s way though. *Maybe I can do this for a few more weeks until the Council lets me go somewhere else.*
“So where’s this Spike hang out?” Faith asked.
Buffy ignored her.
“Yeah, because *that’s* helpful,” Faith muttered.
“Shut up!” Buffy yelled. “You’ve been babbling all night, probably scaring away all the demons. If I *knew* where Spike was, I wouldn’t be here with you, wandering the cemeteries!”
“Well, look at it this way,” Faith replied with a smile. “If you’re here with me, then you know I’m not off somewhere staking your lover-vamp.”
She laughed and dodged as Buffy threw a punch. She did a sweep kick, knocking Buffy to the ground on her ass. “Still think you can beat me, B?” she mused. “When are you gonna learn?”
Buffy turned her head at the sound of a growl, and jumped to her feet. Both girls whipped out their stakes, and two vampires attacked. Faith traded punches with her vamp for a while, just to work out some pent-up aggression. Then, when she was bored, she staked him.
She looked over at Buffy. She was pinned to the top of a park bench, and the vampire was trying to hold her still long enough to bite her.
“Help me!” Buffy demanded of Faith. Faith walked up to the vampire, then stopped to consider. “Help me!” Buffy yelled again.
“What’s the magic word?” Faith asked with a grin.
“Fuck you!” Buffy yelled.
“That would be two words, and neither of them magic,” Faith said, shaking her head and sighing. “Oh, oops!” she let the stake fall from her hands. “Sorry, B. I dropped my stake,” she giggled. She looked down at the ground, “Damn. Where did it go?”
“Dammit you bitch! Do something!” Buffy screamed, still struggling against the vampire.
“Hmmmm,” Faith was still pretending to look for her stake. She didn’t see the owner of the hand that backhanded her across the face, knocking her to the ground until she looked up, rubbing her jaw. “Angel.”
He looked over at her, and said, “Nobody messes with Buffy while I’m around,” before stooping to grab her stake and then dispose of the vampire.
Buffy hugged him, and said, “Thanks.” She looked over to Faith, “*Somebody* was supposed to be watching my back, but didn’t. Big surprise.” She turned back to Angel, and linked her arm through his, saying, “Walk me home?”
“Sure,” Angel smiled down at her, and the two walked off together.
Faith’s apartment
11 pm
Faith entered the darkened room, and slammed the door, still fuming. Immediately, she sensed something was not right. She flipped the lightswitch on, and reached for her stake. *Shit. Angel took it.*
She looked over to her bed, and was enraged to see Spike *Swilliam.* laying there smiling at her. He had on a pair of blue jeans, but that was all. Faith’s first instinct was to wonder where his shirt was, and then she caught sight of his chest while looking for the shirt. She felt the incredible urge to drool. He was thin, but still had well-defined muscles. *Let’s try looking somewhere else, I think that would be smart.*
She looked up into his eyes. *Oh yeah, I liked the eyes* she remembered then. They were a deep shade of blue, and his platinum blond hair and pale skin set off the blue even more.
She caught the twitch of his lips in a quick smile and realized she’d been staring at him for a good five minutes at least without speaking.
“What are you doing here???!” she demanded. She managed to throw her keys on the table, although she suspected loss of motor function was impending. Well, all function except ‘Fuck now.’
Spike chuckled. “I’d think that was obvious, Luv,” he said. “I was waiting for you.”
“How did you get in?!”
“‘Get in here, Swilliam, I wanna fuck you until you beg me to stop’,” Spike reminded her of her words the previous evening.
“Get out!” she yelled. “I’m warning you, I’ll dust you.”
“No you won’t,” Spike replied confidently.
“Like hell I won’t!” Faith retorted angrily.
Faith felt her whole body flushing as Spike let his gaze travel down her body slowly and back up again to her face. She was wearing a white cotton tube top and blue jeans, but she might as well not have been wearing anything the way he looked at her.
She’d been with many other guys before, but none of them had looked at her like that, as if he wanted to just devour her with his eyes. When he returned his gaze to her face, she looked away to keep herself from jumping him right then and ripping his jeans off. *He’s a demon! So? So, he’ll drain you! He hasn’t done that yet. That’s not an excuse to have sex with him!*
She hadn’t realized he’d gotten off the bed, until he was inches from her, his hands on the wall on either side of her head.
“So, what do you say, Luv?” he asked with a grin. “Up for a little fun?”
Sunnydale Cemetery #15
10:10 pm
He had to get her out of his mind. He barely remembered the previous night. He remembered beer and sex and sweat and come. The more he tried to remember, the angrier he got for not being able to. They’d fucked all night, of that he was sure. He vaguely remembered passing out after she said she couldn’t come again. The details of her body eluded him and he desperately wished to see her body, to engrain it into his memory.
A slayer. The Chosen One to fight the vampires, demons and the forces of darkness. There had been two at the church when he’d restored his Drusilla. He knew had Dru killed one, obviously not Buffy, so another must have been called. The new one was Faith. But Faith was not an average ‘demons bad, humans good’ kind of slayer. She’d stolen that man’s money without a second thought. She was stronger than Buffy, perhaps not in experience but in will. He could tell. One hundred years of studying humans had given him certain insights. Faith was a force to be reckoned with. And if hot mind-numbing sex was what that reckoning entailed, he was up for the challenge.
He was walking through the cemetery, hoping to snag some newly risen fledglings. He needed minions, and lots of them, to keep Buffy distracted while he played with his new toy. Unfortunately, there were no newly dug graves; so he decided to head back to the No-Name for a drink, when he heard voices. The Slayers’ voices in particular.
“Shut up!” Buffy yelled. “You’ve been babbling all night, probably scaring away all the demons. If I *knew* where Spike was, I wouldn’t be here with you, wandering the cemeteries!”
“Well, look at it this way, if you’re here with me, then you know I’m not off somewhere staking your lover-vamp.”
*Interesting. She lectures Betty on fucking vampires, even after what she did with me last night.*
He saw the death-look Buffy gave Faith, and realized things were about to get VERY amusing. He hid behind a large tombstone to watch the two girls’ confrontation. Faith laughed and dodged as Buffy threw a punch. She did a sweep kick, knocking Buffy to the ground on her ass.
*How refreshing! Buffy on her ass!* Spike repressed the urge to laugh at the sight.
“Still think you can beat me, B?” Faith taunted. “When are you gonna learn?”
He watched as the two girls jumped to their feet and got stakes ready for the vampires who were closing in on them. Spike watched as the girls began fighting. Buffy went for the traditional fight, holding the stake prepared to dust. Unfortunately for her, fortunately for him, the vampire had other plans. When she kicked at him, he then grabbed her leg and twisted her around and to the ground, knocking the wind of out her. He grabbed Buffy quickly and threw her on top of a park bench.
Spike smiled to himself and went back to watching Faith. She was fighting, not to kill, but fighting for the sake of fighting. He could smell the vampire’s blood; he could see it on her fists. She was laughing the whole time. He inhaled the scent of blood and detected the slightest hint of sex, Faith’s sex. He was doused in her aroma still and he could smell it emanating from her now.
*She gets off on fighting?*
Faith continued to beat on the fledgling until he was in a heap on the ground, and then she finally thrust the stake home. She looked around and saw Buffy.
“Help me!” Buffy pleaded. *Please don’t* was Spike’s thought. Faith walked up to the vampire. “Help me!” Buffy yelled again.
“What’s the magic word?” Faith asked with a grin.
Spike chuckled at the way that Faith was playing with Buffy, as if she’d heard him. She was playing with Bitchy the same way she’d played with the fledgling eariler. *This girl is too much!*
“Fuck you!” Buffy yelled.
“That would be two words, and neither of them magic,” Faith said, shaking her head and sighing. “Oh, oops!” she let the stake fall from her hands. “Sorry, B. I dropped my stake,” she giggled. She looked down at the ground, “Damn. Where did it go?”
“Dammit you bitch! Do something!” Buffy screamed, still struggling against the vampire.
“Hmmmm,” Faith was still pretending to look for her stake.
If he hadn’t already been interested in developing a ‘relationship’ with the girl, he was convinced now. The relationship he had in mind was somewhat complicated, and generally consisted of fucking whenever he wanted. Bloody hell, whenever she wanted for that matter. This slayer certainly had a dark side to her. She enjoyed violence. She enjoyed hurting. She’d practically begged for him to pound her into oblivion the previous night. THAT much he remembered. That and how tight she was, hot and tight. At the thought of it his jeans grew tight and he wanted nothing more than to bathe in Buffy’s blood with Faith.
A growl and the sound of his sire’s voice snapped him out of his reverie. Spike growled himself as Angel knocked Faith to the ground effortlessly. “Nobody messes with Buffy while I’m around,” the Great Pouff himself said, before stooping to grab her stake and then disposing of the vampire.
Buffy hugged him, and said, “Thanks.” She looked over to Faith, “*Somebody* was supposed to be watching my back, but didn’t. Big surprise.” She turned back to Angel, and linked her arm through his, saying, “Walk me home?”
“Sure,” Angel smiled down at her, and the two walked off together.
Faith’s apartment
10:50 pm
He was in turmoil. He hated his sire. The thought of his sire shagging the slayer made him sick, yet there he was walking to the other slayer’s room. He opened the door and stripped down to his jeans. He laid on her bed, eyes closed, hands clasped on his stomach.
Perhaps it wasn’t the thought of shagging a slayer, it was the thought of shagging THAT one. Buffy wasn’t particularly beautiful by his standards. Sure she was pretty, but he’d seen some demons more appealing. It all depended on tastes, course his sire had always had a thing for blond women. Buffy was pure and chaste and innocent, none of which appealed to Spike.
But Faith? Faith was a work of art. She was dark and gorgeous and had a much better body than Buffy. Faith had a full figure, she had something worth showing off. The tube top from the cemetery clearly showed off her ample breasts and her blue jeans were tight, showing off her incredible ass and impressive thighs.
He heard her key in the door and it opened. She turned the lights on and he saw she was pissed. He could still smell her sex, radiating from between her legs. He watched and smiled as she looked him over. Her eyes floated over his chest and met his eyes and she was mad.
“What are you doing here???!” she demanded.
Spike chuckled. “I’d think that was obvious, Luv,” he said. “I was waiting for you.”
His jeans were so tight, he didn’t think he could possibly get any harder. Her nipples were hard, he could see them through her tube top. He wanted to rip it off of her and suck on them.
*Bad Spike.*
“How did you get in?!” She asked throwing her keys on the table beside the door.
“‘Get in here, Swilliam, I wanna fuck you until you beg me to stop’,” Spike smiled at the thought. She rolled her eyes.
“Get out!” she yelled. “I’m warning you, I’ll dust you.”
“No you won’t,” Spike could smell her.
God she wanted him. She was trying to decide between a quick fuck and her principles and it was damn hard! Her eyes swam down his body. HE was damn hard. She could see the outline of his erection, pressing into the jeans that confined him.
“Like hell I won’t!” Faith retorted angrily. She couldn’t let him win.
He was laying on her bed, ten feet from her, and could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. Spike found himself really wanting to fuck her again. *Okay, so I wanted to fuck her before I got here, that outfit just made it worse*
She was in turmoil again, he could tell. There was a spark between them, she felt it too, he knew she did. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t had real good sex since before Prague. Or perhaps it was because she was the slayer, a forbidden treasure with a wild side. She’d certainly enjoyed the rougher side of sex, the kind he had to offer her. He wasn’t sure if she would kill him or take him up on his advances.
*Is she worth getting staked for?* He asked himself. *Hell yeah!*
He got up and approached her. He backed her into the door and put his hands on the wall on either side of her head. “So, what do you say, Luv?” he asked with a grin as he ground his pelvis against hers. “Up for a little fun?”
Faith’s Apartment
Slaying, fighting, in general had always made her horny, that’s what she’d said to Buffy. That was the truth and fighting with Buffy had made her horniest. He swept in to kiss her, but she turned her head away.
*Girlfriend.* The word rang through her head. True vampires didn’t really keep official girlfriends, they kept mates. *So if he has one, where is she? Who is she?*
She had a choice to make. Fuck now and ask questions later, OR ask questions and fuck, OR kick him the fuck out, OR stake him. She’d never had these questions in front of her with someone’s hardness pressing into her jean-covered pantiless pussy. She’d had many defining moments in her life, but this particular moment boiled down to one simple and undeniable truth: she wanted to get fucked.
“I am, but are you?” She said before plunging her tongue into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her. His tongue answered hers back, stroke for stroke; and soon she was so wet body temperatures didn’t matter, only fucking.
She slid her hands down his muscular arms and slid them into his back pockets. She squeezed his muscular ass and at that point she knew she had way too many clothes on. Apparently he’d had the same thought cause he barely broke the kiss and the tube top was off and on the floor.
Bloody hell if this didn’t feel good! Cause it did. Too good. He’d gone so long without contact from a woman that he’d almost forgotten what one felt like. He was much happier he would remember this. His hands were everywhere at once, devouring her creamy flesh as they made their way to the bed.
Her hands were at his zipper quicker than he knew was possible and as they crashed on the bed she’d succeeded in pushing them to his knees. He kicked the jeans off and his cock rubbed against her jeans and it felt so good. But he knew what would feel better. His hands strayed down her back and she got up on her knees for him so he could unzip her jeans.
Her eyes were filled with lust, uncontrollable undeniable lust. For him. All for him. Not for Angel, not for Angelus, for HIM. It was something he’d always doubted about Dru. He had been devoted to her but sometimes he wondered if she’d ever felt that way at all. Had he just been a substitute for Angel? And for that matter, had she been the same? Had he stayed with her cause she was the closet thing to his sire he could have? Not that it mattered. Those days were long gone. His sire was dead, never to return. And so was Dru.
A harsh slap on the face brought him back to reality and made his cock jump.
“If you’re not interested you can leave, but if you are then pay attention.” She ordered. He looked down at her bare sex.
*When did she lose the jeans?* He was about to ask when she laid on top of him and her hair uncased his head as she kissed him. *Fuck now. Ask questions later.* It seemed like a good plan.
She crawled up his body until her cunt was over his mouth and his tongue flicked out on her clit. She was wet, no, correction, drenched. *She really DOES get off from fighting.* His kind of slayer indeed.
His arms pawed at her ass and hips as his tongue delved into her tight passage and she bucked against him.
*B had a good idea.* She thought as she slammed into his face, forcing his tongue deeper. The coolness of his body excited her and cooled her down. *Fucking vampires is the way to go.* Surely she couldn’t fuck any other guy like this, it would hurt them. But Spike was different.
She pulled off him and he growled. “What?” She asked. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to come all over my face. I want you to shriek my name as you do and then I want you to lick it off as you fuck me into oblivion.”
His words excited her to the point of orgasm and one flick of the tongue sent her over the edge. She gushed all over his face and he drank what he could in and licked the rest off her thighs and she went reeling into another orgasm.
*She likes to talk dirty.* He thought smiling to himself.
She crawled back down his body and impaled herself on his cock gasping as it filled her. She was so hot, he’d forgotten what mortals felt like. She squeezed him in ways he didn’t even know were possible before she began slamming her hips into his. He met her thrust for thrust and he felt her tongue at his face, cleaning herself off him. He hadn’t thought she would actually do it.
He’d never experienced anything quite like it. *She’s fucking licking it off my eyes!* It was probably the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him and that was saying a lot. He’d done his fair share of fucking.
He licked the sweat from her neck, as she continued cleaning his face like a mother cat would a kitten. He took a nipple in his mouth and lavished it with his tongue as she continued to slam onto him with brutal strength.
He bit her nipple and she screamed. “FUCK!”
“That’s exactly what we’re doing Luv.”
“Let’s do it harder.” He hadn’t thought it possible to do it harder, but she succeeded and in doing so he was able to penetrate her deeper. “OH MY GOD!” She screamed.
“God has nothing to do with it Luv. My name’s Spike.”
“Okay Swilliam.” She laughed a deep throaty laugh that made him swell inside her.
She hadn’t thought it possible for him to grow anymore than he was already, but she swore he did. And as he did, he began to purr. She put her hand to his chest and felt it radiating from deep within. She thrust faster and was panting and gasping for breath as she rode him at a gallop.
“Fuck Spike, I’m so close... please...”
“Please what?”
“My clit... please...”
“What about me?”
Without even giving it another though she punched him fiercely and was rewarded by his golden-yellow eyes blazing into her. She grabbed a breast and forced it in his mouth cutting herself on his fangs. He began sucking greedily and his fingers immediately squeezed her clit and she exploded around him as he suckled the wound on her unscarred flesh.
He licked the wound as her heartbeat returned to normal.
*The blood of a slayer! I got it willingly. She fuckin’ GAVE it to me!*
The wound healed fast and he licked it clean as she collapsed on top of him in a sweaty heap. He wrapped his arms around her and she was soon asleep.
Faith’s Apartment
5:30 am
She gradually woke up to cool arms around her. It was nice, waking up in someone’s arms, granted he WAS a vampire and he could kill her at any moment. It was a wonder she was still alive. Giles had said this vampire had killed two slayers this century.
*Why not make it a third?*
Her head was nestled in his neck and she could smell her come from the night prior. Her tongue darted out and she could still taste herself on him.
“Someone’s up.” He said.
“I don’t know why. I usually sleep late. I’ve never been up before sunrise.” Faith mumbled into his chest.
“I’m always up before sunrise.”
“Occupational hazard?” She quipped.
“Something like that, Luv.”
A part of her wanted to know why she was alive. Was actually questioning when the fatal bite would come? Did he want her to be awake? To see the fear in her eyes as he came all over her and killed her?
The world girlfriend was still in the back of her mind. Not that she cared, cause she didn’t. She’d fucked plenty of guys who had girlfriends and wives alike, it didn’t matter. She just liked to know. One thing that bothered her was that B had said his girlfriend was somewhat crazy, and strong. THAT perhaps bothered her most. She didn’t need some crazy vampiress chasing her down. She had enough to contend with in B and Angel.
Although even if he didn’t have a girlfriend, she knew it could never be anything more than a fuck. So why bother spending the day entangled in each other when tonight might be the night she would have to dust him. As much as she could go for another fuck, she shouldn’t.
*Last night was sweat and sex and mouths. It was him so far deep inside me I didn’t think he’d ever be able to leave.* It was at that moment, she realized he was still inside her. At that realization she began to get wet. She started to quiver and she felt him begin to harden. She’d never felt a guy get hard INSIDE her and it was incredible.
“So up for more fun, Luv.” He said thrusting his hips upward.
*No. It can’t be.*
“Why don’t you just go?” She said as she tried to duck under his arm but he caught her waist.
“That would NOT be fun, Luv.” He couldn’t understand it. She was wet, he could feel it, she was hot and wet and he knew it. She knew it, and she knew he knew she knew it.
*So why isn’t she writhing under you mate?* He posed a good question to himself.
“My staking you wouldn’t be either, but those are your choices.”
*Why must it always come to down to leave or die with Slayers? Was it in the bloody handbook?*
He could hear her blood, pumping through her body and now more than ever he wanted to drink from her again. Not to kill her, but to share her life force. He wanted to possess it. Something primeval inside his being wanted to make her his, keep her, own her. Her blood, her life, her body, her everything. He’d never felt such desire, lust, rage, or want ever before. The girl had a natural dark energy, he could feel it, it sang to his stolen blood. He’d witnessed some of that darkness
She tried to get off him and he held tight to her hips. She looked like she was near tears.
“Okay, I’ll bite w-”
“Promise?” She asked before she knew what she said.
*Where had that come from?* both wondered.
He raised an eyebrow at her and she realized he had a scar. “What got your knickers in such a twist?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Sure you do, come on.” He slid his hands around her played with her nipples.
For a second she allowed herself to enjoy it but then tried to pull away again. He grabbed her hips, refusing to let her go until he got answers. And a fuck.
“LET GO OF ME!” She said. “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.”
“Bloody hell, why are you being such a prude about this? I wanna fuck, you wanna fuck, why don’t we just f-”
“CAUSE I’M NOT BUFFY! I DON’T FUCK VAMPIRES! OKAY?”
“And I don’t fuck slayers, not as a habit anyway, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
“Just go find your girlfriend if you want fun. I’m sure she’s wondering where you are.”
“My girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend, mate, it’s all the same. What did B say about her? Oh yeah, she killed a slayer.”
“Dru? You’re not gonna fuck me causa Dru?” He started laughing.
He realized she was not amused and stopped laughing as he looked at her. “Oh come on! You’re listening to Betty now? Since when?”
“I saw a picture of her in a book.”
“So? That means she’s here?”
“So you don’t deny you have a mate?” She got up, and he let her, still trying to read her mood. It wasn’t jealousy, she sure as hell wasn’t the type. She stood and faced him, arms crossed over her breasts.
“I don’t. I HAD a sister. I fucked her, and stayed with her, and took care of her, but she was never my mate.”
“That’s not what B said.”
“Betty doesn’t know jack about Dru, okay? You wanna know about Dru, you go ask Peaches. He created her, he made her, he took her from me, he made her hate me! THAT’S what happened with Dru.” He sat up and looked at her, erection bouncing a little as he moved.
“So you’re not with her?”
“No. She left me for a fucking chaos demon. Have you ever seen a chaos demon?” She shook her head. “They’re hideous. All antlers and slime, it’s disgusting.”
“Sorry.” Faith shrugged, softening a little. All she’d wanted to know was that she wasn’t going to have a psycho, pissed-off vampiress after her.
“Don’t be. I’m sick of bein’ an Angel substitute. One hundred years I gave her and did she ever love me? Did she ever do anything for me beside drag me out of a burning church? Hell no and you wanna know why? I’ll tell you why, cause of HIM.”
“Angel?” Faith was glad that she’d finally found someone not on the ‘yay Angel’ bandwagon.
“Angel, my poof of a sire. So that’s why I’m here. He needs to pay. You’d think he’d just stay in hell. That little soul of his must’ve been perfectly content being punished. He musta loved gettin’ what he had comin’.”
“He hasn’t got enough. I mean he’s a fuckin’ vampire! A vampire and she goes and falls in LOVE with the guy! Could she be anymore NOT a slayer?”
He just looked at her with that ‘are you serious’ look.
“Fucking is not the same as thinking about a future,” Faith continued her rant. “She honestly sees them happily ever after, riding off into the sunset. There’s only one problem with that scenario. I’m guessing her honeymoon would be really disappointing with a pile of dust, you know? Kinda takes the climax outta the whole wedding thing. B can just go to hell. I’m sick of being the bad one.”
Spike smirked. He understood that sentiment, that was for bloody sure. He began to realize that working with Faith’s anger at Buffy and Angel could cause an interesting situation to develop in Sunnydale. One that might work to his advantage.
It felt good venting. It was nice complaining and getting it off her chest.
He patted the bed. “Come back to bed Luv.”
“Don’t you want me to close the blinds?” Faith asked. *I am tired, but a nice fuck wouldn’tbe a bad thing before that sleep. Especially since he doesn’t seem interested in draining me. Yet. Shut up!*
“That’d be good too, assuming I’m invited to stay the day.”
She walked over to him, threw him back on the bed and licked his erection before saying, “you’re definitely invited.”
She hopped up and closed the blinds. “Let’s put this vampire and slayer stamina to the test.”
“So we fuck?”
“We fuck.” She confirmed before pouncing on him.
Faith’s Apartment
12 pm
Faith’s stomach growled. That was the first thing she was aware of. She and Spike had had sex several times before finally passing out earlier that morning. *Spike.* Faith realized he was the source of the cold arm across her stomach.
She looked over at him, and couldn’t help wondering again how much more of this would be fun and games until he felt like biting her. She was mildly surprised he hadn’t done it already, it wasn’t like she didn’t give him every opportunity. *Well, guess he did bite me* she remembered, and looked at the twin bite marks on her breast. *But still, he didn’t drain me. Why?*
She rolled over on her side, and watched him. He was asleep, laying so still, not even breathing. *Well, no shit Sherlock. He doesn’t need to breathe.*
She pulled herself to her feet, wincing. *Damn I’m sore. I need a nice warm shower.* She stopped to look back at him, then walked over to where he’d put her stake earlier. *Just in case* she thought as she walked to her bathroom with it.
She was enjoying a very warm, very relaxing shower when she heard the insistent knocking on her door. “Oh shit,” Faith muttered. “Now what?”
She stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around herself. She exited the bathroom, and saw that Spike was still sleeping the sleep of the dead. He hadn’t even heard the knocking. Correct that, banging.
“Faith!” Faith winced as she heard the unmistakable voice of Rupert Giles on the other side of the door.
*Oh bloody fuckin’ hell* Spike jumped up out of bed as soon as he heard the voice of the Watcher. He’d been sleeping peacefully, surprisingly enough since he was in bed with a Slayer. But he figured each of them had had about a hundred opportunities to kill the other, and neither of them had taken it. So he’d decided to take his chances, and passed out after they’d fucked each other senseless.
He’d vaguely registered the sound of running water, and then the knocking. Then the banging. Then he’d cracked his eyes open as he heard the bathroom door open, hoping to see some more of that delicious, white, creamy, flesh. *Since when did I become a poet?* he snickered. Instead, she’d been wrapped in a fluffy, white towel. Then Rupert had made himself known. That’s when Spike thought, *Oh bloody fuckin’ hell,* jumped to his feet and ran to the first hiding place he’d thought of. The bathroom.
Faith looked over to the bed in time to see Spike jump up and run to the bathroom to hide. When he was safely out of sight, she sighed, and walked to the door. Giles was still banging and yelling.
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya,” Faith muttered. She opened the door to face a very angry Watcher.
He rolled his eyes at her first, then said, “Get dressed. We’re going back to my apartment. We all need to discuss what is going to happen next.” He crossed his arms in front of himself, and glared at her.
“What do you mean?” Faith asked, pointedly not asking him in.
“I mean, that you tried very hard to get Buffy killed last night,” Giles seethed.
“Oh please. She was hardly in mortal danger,” Faith protested with a roll of her eyes.
Spike hadn’t really been interested at first. He was too tired, and he was starting to sober up. Two very bad things for his mood. But then he heard the Watcher start in on Faith.
“I mean, that you tried very hard to get Buffy killed last night,” he heard Giles say.
Spike suppressed a chuckle. *Yes, she did. And she would have succeeded if it hadn’t been for the Great Pouff.* Spike growled as he remembered the way that the Slayer’s Puppy had smacked Faith hard enough to send her to her knees.
He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much. She was, after all, a Slayer. *Not just any Slayer. This one could be ... what? Get over it Spike. She’s a Slayer, you’re a vampire. It was a great shag, but you know that’s all it was. Unless you want to mess with her head a little and stir things up for the Scooby Gang. Now that has some definite possibilities for Spike amusement.*
Faith tensed as she heard a growl from the bathroom, and looked at Giles, but he didn’t register that he’d heard. He was responding to her half-assed denial of what had happened the previous night.
“That’s not the way that Angel tells it--”
“You’re taking HIS word as gospel before you even *hear* what I have to say????” Faith yelled. If she was going down, she was going down fighting. “Have you forgotten what his evil twin *did* to you?!”
“That is beside the point,” Giles argued. “I’m tempted to send you back to London right now, but I was persuaded to do otherwise. So--”
“Persuaded by who?” Faith was curious. She knew that B would throw a party if she was sent away.
“By whom,” Giles corrected her irritatingly. “By Xander, if you must know. He insisted that we give you a chance to explain things. He was very adamant, in fact. So we’re all meeting at my apartment in twenty minutes. I called several times this morning...” Giles trailed off as he saw that Faith’s phone was off the hook. “Well, I see why I couldn’t get hold of you.”
“I was tired,” Faith said with a shrug. “Well, you wanna come in and watch, or do you want to wait out here?” she said with a grin.
“Well, I should think not!” Giles sputtered.
Faith smiled, Ripper had retreated and Giles was back. For now anyway. “I’ll be five minutes,” she said, and shut the door. She walked to the bathroom, and found Spike sitting on the edge of the tub, looking like, pun intended, Death warmed over. She snorted at the thought.
“It’s a regular party,” Spike whispered with a sigh.
Faith raised her eyebrow at him. She whispered back, “Look, I’ve got stuff to take care of. You can stay here, I probably won’t be back before sundown.” She went in search of clothes then. “I need to do laundry,” she sighed, as she located the last of her clean underwear. She then threw on a blue tank top and her blue jeans.
She returned to the bathroom, and saw from Spike’s lust-filled eyes that he had obviously been watching her dress. She ignored that whole train of thought as it would only lead to bad things since the Watcher was outside.
“I want you gone by sundown,” she hissed. “This was...fun, but I’ve got enough problems right now. If I see you out there, I don’t know you. And you don’t know me. Got it?”
“Whatever you say,” Spike shrugged.
Faith nodded, glad he wasn’t going to argue. *I am glad* she insisted to the nagging voice in the back of her head. She turned and walked back to the front door.
“Ready for the firing squad,” she said to Giles.
Giles simply gave her a look and preceded her to his car.
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