Confrontations

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Summary: Spike and Faith make good on their promise of a confrontation.

AUTHOR: Wil Valenta
EMAIL: wil_spike_bloodyhell@yahoo.com
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Faith/Spike
DEDICATION: To Faith & Nina for their help in the feminine view, and let's not forget Aj, as you requested, not one mention of a "freakish man root".
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The Bronze was full of the usual crowd of teenagers and young people, pulsing to some rock beat of the newest band to grace its infamous stage. The bar was crowded and at one corner sat a couple quite immersed with each other balancing flesh and booze all at once. To the casual observer it was quite an impressive feat.

The girl had her arms around the man's neck as she kissed him, her fingers clenched almost desperately in his short mussed hair. He held her in his lap, leather on denim, her lips bruising against his. The girl drew back to look into fierce blue eyes.

"Better than I imagined... surprise to the plus column," she purred, pushing her dark hair from her face as she purposefully ground her hips into her newly acquired partner.

"The fact that you spent time imagining," he managed to retort before the need to close his eyes and his mouth was too much to fight. "Gives a man faith."

Her dark eyes fell on him and she simpered, suddenly she stopped all movement, "Ooh, play on my name, aren't you the ingenious one?" Cocking her head to the side Faith's eyes narrowed, "Wanna see what I can do with yours?"

"My name or the part of me that you're almost impaled on?" He queried, those eyes dancing with barely leashed amusement.

Faith had to give the guy credit. He may be a few bottles short of a keg, but he definitely had a pair, especially since he knew he was playing with fire. She knew what he was, and he knew the same. At least he was turning out to be a hell of a lot more interesting than she'd expected. Nice to have a little more than just a pretty body, not that pretty didn't have its perks... because he had perks so hard it made her squirm.

"Oh, a comedian, huh? So what," her eyes fell to his belt, as she tipped back the bottle in her hand to take a sip, "you call it Spike too?"

"And whut if I do?" Spike said with a cruel grin as his hips bucked up quickly, sending Faith to bounce unexpectedly, almost causing her to lose her perch. "You can call it whut-ever the bloody hell you want, as long as you're on it by the night's end."

"Pretty sure of yourself, aren'cha?" Faith mused, letting her shoulders fall back as she caught herself, silently thanking the reflexes and grace imbued from being a slayer.

"You promised me a confrontation, luv," Spike commented, watching her with one scarred brow raised, his finger traced the line of her jaw, "and I do intend to collect."

Faith jerked her chin away from his touch. "What if that's not what I meant by 'confrontation'?" She shot back, reaching for the stake she had stashed in her belt loop.

He was a manipulative charmer wasn't he? Yeah, well, she was better. Faith drew out the wooden shaft and slid it beneath Spike's worn black t-shirt, the point making a small indent in his pale flesh. Her harlot-red lips slipped into a grin as she applied just a bit more pressure.

The vampire leaned forward, easing into the point, just enough to feel it poke hard enough to cause a bit of pain, "It's all the same in the end. Blood gets spilt either way."

"Is that right? If I remember how it works, vampires turn to dust." Faith said, slipping from his lap to her feet. She cocked her hip to the side and gestured with the un-used stake. "And you being stuck with a chip in your skull, well, that leaves you bleeding me, how?"

"I can take a lot of pain if it means pleasure, luv. It's an invisible line really. And if I hurt you so much that you want it, plea for it, beg with every fibre of your being... then how's that pesky neuron-disrupter plan on working?"

Faith ran her tongue over her lips considering his remark. He made sense in a twisted sort of way. She was wicked ready to have him then and there, but she had face to save.

"Yeah, well you'll just have to keep wondering, won't ya, blonde-y?"

Without another word Faith turned to leave. No big loss. There were plenty of chumps who would kill their own mothers just for an hour with her... He was replaceable, disposable-and unfortunately the only one who'd even pose a challenge. But she wasn't about to let him know that.

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Spike watched Faith's form appreciatively. This slayer had a shape that would drive a man wild and an attitude to match. She was lustfully playful... something he hadn't seen in anyone but Drusilla in an age. Dark, sensuous, supple... Grinning to himself, he knew that she thought she had the upper hand. Oh, Faith was close, but ol' Spike was still on top of the situation. Faith wanted to be chased, and that, in itself, was half the fun. It was whut all slayers did. They were always this pretty lil' thing, the image of perfect prey-and this one liked to dance with death on an intimate level. It was almost as if she wanted to play the hunter, just to show that she wasn't the weak lil' tart that the others presented themselves as. This one had potential. Potential to be evil.

"And here I thought if I didn't get a taste of you, I'd end up in a dust buster," Spike taunted just as he saw Faith start to disappear into the crowd of patrons. Lifting his pint, he toasted to himself, "Well, 'ere's to winning."

Faith froze and spun on her heel to glare at him, "Win? You think you won?"

Spike's face smoothed into a look of utter innocence. "Well, I'm still 'ere, aren't I? You're a Slayer. I'm a vampire. I'm not dust. I'd feature that's a win on my side. Why, wouldn't you?"

Moving back toward the bar, Faith placed herself in front of him, "I left you cold. and. blue."

"Always been cold, kitten. Comes with being dead, and as for blue?" He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "Not. Even. Close."

"So what, you sayin' that I'm not good enough for ya?" the slayer snapped, her eyes narrowing in challenge as she folded her arms before her ample breasts.

Spike couldn't help but smirk as he leaned back against the bar, arms crossed mocking her, "No. Whut I'm saying is that you're not bad enough."

"You want bad?" Faith asked stepping up to the dare "I'll show you bad..."

"Big talk for such a lil' gir-"

Snatching the lapels of his leather duster, Faith hauled Spike forward and into a vehement kiss. The vampire smiled internally, having gotten the slayer right where he wanted her: his arms.

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The couple took no regard to the mass of patrons that stared at them in either shock or amusement. So immersed in each other, the outside world could have fallen to dust and they would not have bat an eye.

Soon Spike's duster was torn from his shoulders and left forgotten in a pool of leather on the beer-soaked floor. The small patch of vinyl that served as Faith's top pressed against cotton, then flesh, as his shirt was torn and flung onto one of the bar stools. The belt that held at his waist was slid through their respective loops and was tossed aside soon after.

Mahogany eyes flashed opaque as Faith snaked her hands over Spike's shoulder blades and down his flanks, before lowering herself in front of him and catching the silver zipper between her teeth. Closing her eyes as if listening to some haunting melody she slid it down in one smooth motion, her hands reaching up to unfasten the button that still held at his waist. They played at his abdomen, tracing the line where his jeans barely clung to his hips teasing relentlessly.

Not bad enough? Spike own words echoed in his head, No, not bad. Evil flared with each teasing touch of her fingers and they both bloody knew it.

His eyes already fallen to half mast, Spike struggled to keep his head from falling back against his shoulder as the slayer's hands slipped into the lingering trousers at his waist and gave a violent tug.

"Let's go somewhere dark..." Faith whispered into his ear, "Can't risk B and her friends, busting us here."

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Spike literally carried Faith out of the Bronze, her legs wrapped about his waist as she kept toying at his belt. Kicking the backstage door open he flung her against the brick wall of the alley crushing his lips against hers with a searing force. Faith's tongue danced, twisting with his as Spike found her pulling him free of the heavy denim that hindered her access. Dextrous fingers flitted up Spike's shaft, then slowly dragged themselves back down with a tight grip, pausing only for a torturous moment to caress the tip in a circular motion. Spike fought to hold back a moan as she slipped down his waist like a fire-pole, and he found her lips and tongue replacing those manipulative fingers.

Spike growled and fought the urge to pull those tempting pout-y lips back up to his own. Slowly, he let his fingers work their way into the tangle of her dark hair, holding Faith to him, as she lightly grazed her teeth across his skin.

Heavily lined eyes looked up the lithe line of his body as Faith watched him writhe under her expert touch. Drawing her lips slowly down and away from him, she sat back on her heels and smiled impishly, before kissing the tip and abandoning him all together.

Spike's eyes snapped open at the cool rush of evening air on his flesh, turning them to stare at Faith in surprise.

Merely raising a brow, Faith tucked the vampire back into his trousers and pat him lightly, before she rose to her feet, with an impish grin as she whispered into his ear, "Blue."

As she moved to leave, Spike spun into liquid motion, grabbing Faith by the shoulders, "Oh, no you don't-"

"Oh, yes. I do." She sneered, spinning into a roundhouse aimed for his face.

It was well executed, but Spike was prepared for the slayer's attack and caught Faith's foot before it made contact. His grip a vice, Faith vaguely wondered if she'd have to fight with a broken ankle. Suddenly Spike gently ran his free hand up her leg before dropping her foot and pulling her to his chest. Faith shot her fiercest glare, but she would never admit how she almost melted at the ferocity in those blue depths.

"You may be finished with me, but I haven't even begun with you, pet," he purred, kissing the soft flesh beneath her chin as his fingers traced the trail of her spine and up the zipper that held the vinyl corset closed at her back. He moved the soft downpour of kisses to each breast as the corset slipped to the concrete.

Despite herself, Faith let out a small moan. She let her nails dig into Spike's bare chest, scratching them slowly down, leaving red scores in his white flesh. That's when those cool lips encompassed her right nipple. His tongue snaked around the small nub of pink flesh, then sucked it lightly, tugging with those sharp teeth, until it became taunt. It circled the areola before moving to pay just as much attention to the left. His fingers went to work at the leather around her waist.

Cerulean eyes flashed, watching Faith with amused intensity. Her back arched pressing against Spike's body as he moved back up her body to kiss her throat.

She grunted softly, pulling his face up to her own. Faith's eyes were almost black as she panted, "So whut are you waiting for?"

"A scream," Spike answered, his voice deep with desire.

Before Faith knew what had happened, her back was pressed up against the rough brick wall and Spike's hand frisked up her bare inner thighs to brush the soft down between her legs. With the flick of his wrist those fingers were exploring places that dared only be discovered by a manipulative caress. Faith whimpered and swallowed a cry clenching her teeth, her eyes challenging Spike to try harder.

If he wanted to play dirty, then she'd show him dirty...

Her hand slipped down to Spike's wrist pulling those stroking fingers, reluctantly, away from her. She let the blonde vampire support her weight as he other hand grabbed him roughly, guiding him toward her before she twisted quickly, bracing both hands on his shoulders before crushing her hips into his with a bone shattering force. That's when Faith tossed her head back and let out a guttural wail.

Spike let out a groan of his own, as his hands slid up about the slayer to pull her in closer. The groans turned into growls as he watched Faith's fevered, and wild mounting passion. The sensations, smells, and sight overcoming him just as violently as it seemed to be doing to Faith. His face wavered, shifting into its demon visage, craving the hot pulsing blood, boiling through the slayer's veins. Just a taste. The cherry atop the desert. Spike pressed his lips to the throbbing jugular, licking the salt from her skin.

A spark glittered behind heavily lashed eyes. Thrashing and tightening her muscles with each thrust Spike dealt her, Faith coiled her legs firmly around him. She threw her head to the side, pushing the dark wash of hair hastily away from her throat. Panting she managed, "Do it. Bite me."

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Faith needed to know if Spike had it in him, the gall to bite her through the pain that the chip was

gonna emit. He'd said it himself, he'd wade through a lot of pain just for a ro- Teeth buried themselves in her throat like a double-bladed dagger. Faith gasped, despite herself, moaning in pain. She tried to fight the instinct that surged in her. The part of her that put up a fight against the pain... against the vampire himself. Spike realized just how hard he'd been tearing into her throat and started to let up, but Faith wouldn't have it. She clutched her hands in his platinum hair and forced his head to stay where it was. Faith kept moaning until sounds of pain turned into sounds of rapture.

Realizing that the suckling nuzzle at her throat soon matched the rhythm that Spike had been keeping at their hips, Faith found herself immersed in a tumult of sensation. The endorphin were flooding her system, pushing her to teeter over the edge of utter blindness.

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Spike had almost stopped at Faith's command. As his face changed into its demonic visage and his sorely un-used fangs sunk into Faith's sweet veins, he anticipated the searing pain that should have exploded in his brain. Yet, the only thing that did come was the thick, hot blood he'd been missing for far too long... words he'd uttered to Drusilla once in the past echoed in his head, 'The blood of a slayer can be a powerful aphrodisiac'. Cor, he'd been right about that. The exciting rush of blood only heightened the every other sensation he was experiencing, and Spike had to release Faith to bite his own lip to keep from crying out. Instead, a rumbling growl emanated from deep in his chest as Spike drove harder into Faith--his hips crashing into her. Muscles tightened, he felt Faith shudder violently, letting out a throaty moan in his embrace. Finally, Spike let go with a lust-filled grunt, falling heavily against the brick wall and sliding to the concrete, the slayer still tangled in his arms.

Faith was gasping, trying desperately to calm her breathing. Her legs were still wrapped around Spike's waist as they slipped to the ground. When Faith opened her eyes, she noticed Spike was still in game face. She grinned, and ran her fingers over his ridged brow, tracing the scar over his left eye. Suddenly Spike's face shifted and melted back into it's human mask.

Responding to the feathery flutter of Faith's fingers across his brow, Spike relaxed and returned the slayer's kiss, biting at her tongue as it passed between his teeth. When Faith detached herself from him.

"Mmm, gotta say, yum," the slayer purred, leaning back to stretch her back and grab her mis-happen corset. She then leaned in and kissed Spike on the lips, letting her tongue graze over them.

The two dressed hastily, casting wary glances at one another. Faith arched her back to reach the zipper of her corset, as she shrugged, pulling the zipper up. "Been fun, kid, but I got demons to slay."

"Yeh, well be on your merry way then... I got whut I came for." Spike replied, belting his jeans.

He stood there in the alley, shirtless and coatless, with Faith more of less dressed again. Neither of them having moved, and both looking flushed and tossed about, glowing in the aftermath of forbidden sex.

Finally Faith raised a brow, and jerked her chin up at him,"Tomorrow, Bronze. We still got a wicked score to settle."

Spike flashed a cruel grin and nodded, "That confrontation hasn't even begun, luv."

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