Live The Question
Feb. 17th, 2007 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevendeadlyfunPairing: Various (Faith/Angel this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: het sex, slight non-con
A/N: See? I told you it would get better and I'm a woman of my word. Of course, by better I mean slightly scarier. But, look! There's dirty in this chapter! A grown-up rating and everything. Once again, thanks to those who've read and commented. It's a definite motivater!
Angel floated towards consciousness, head swimming. His body thrummed with power, and he felt hot. Not warm, but hot. It was like being in a sauna, and he stretched lazily in the pool of sweat surrounding him. Skin slick and coming to life, he felt the tickly strands of hair on his neck. He cracked open an eye, seeing only a dark mop.
“Hey, “ he croaked, “Cousin Itt, time to rise and shine.”
The hair twitched and a grunt emerged. Angel smiled, brain still fuzzy with sleep. This was nice, a pleasant reminder of his human days. He’d been an expert at waking in unfamiliar rooms with unfamiliar people. Something of an avocation of his then, though not so much anymore. Cautiously, he lifted an arm, almost surprised at having his limbs obeying his commands. A quick poke in the general vicinity of the ribcage and the hair stirred violently, a hand shooting up to grab his wrist. Hard, actually and slightly painful, another surprise.
“Ow,” he whispered, mind still sluggish. “What’s that for?”
“You poked me. I stopped you. Seems simple enough to figure out, “ the hair replied. “And I always thought you were more than just a pretty face. Wrong again.”
The voice. He knew the voice. It was familiar, but the name stayed just out of reach. He squinted, trying to penetrate the mass of hair in order to see the face. The hand stayed around his wrist, but it no longer hurt. The fingers caressed, sweeping over his skin in swirling loops.
“Who are you, “ he asked finally, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Who do you want me to be,” came the teasing reply.
“I don’t know, “ he answered truthfully. “I’m feeling a little…out of it. I’d say I’m not myself, but I don’t really know what that means anymore.”
The head on his chest shot up at that, hair flying wildly. Brown eyes met and Angel breathed. The face, the voice, he did know.
“Faith.”
“Angel. You okay? Need help? Need...” Faith trailed off, licking her full lips nervously.
“I’m okay,” he reassured her. “Just fuzzy. Kinda surprised to see you. What happened?”
“You were passed out. I volunteered to stay here, keep an eye out and I fell asleep, “ she told him softly.
“No. Well, yeah that too. I mean, what happened last night? Did…am I…what happened, “ he finished lamely.
“Got there after the main event started, “ she explained, settling back down onto his chest. “ You were down, Spike was kicking ass. I lent a hand. Well, me, Xander, and Willow. Didn’t do much besides help with the clean-up.”
“You didn’t see anyone else besides Spike, “ he asked anxiously. “Gunn? Or I…anyone else?”
“No, Ange. I’m sorry, “ she answered, regret coloring her voice. “Just you and Spike. I’m sorry. We didn’t stick around afterwards, so I can’t even say if there was…if they’re still there.”
He closed his eyes again, letting the pain wash over him. He’d known that he was leading them to death. He just didn’t figure he’d be around afterwards to worry about it. At least Spike made it. One out of four, better than he’d predicted going into the fight. He shied away from that line of thought. His head hurt.
He wrapped his arms around the Slayer draped over him, and nuzzled her hair. She was hot, alive, vital. He’d missed that, searched for it in the bodies of his victims and lovers alike. Trying to reclaim the lost pieces of his humanity inside others, and he never quite managed. He’d hoped that after this…another thought to abandon. Still dead, still here, still…he smiled. Still here. Sounded good enough for now.
“Hey, “ he said again.
“Hmm, “ Faith answered idly, hands roaming over his body.
“I’m gonna go get clean. Demon blood,” he gestured. “Stinks.”
“Uh-huh, “ she said, and rose up on an elbow to gaze down at him. Moving slowly, she lowered her head and he tried to move. Meant to move. Should have moved. But he didn’t and their lips met. A deep slow kiss that curled his toes and fried his brain even further.
“Have fun, “ she purred and he nodded dumbly.
Rising, he made his way to the bathroom by instinct. Peeling his damaged clothes off, he padded to the shower. Turned on the water and climbed in, mind still four paces behind. He was stuck in that kiss. They’d kissed before and he admitted he hadn’t been immune then either. But…she kissed him. Kissed him and his hands were moving over his body, lathering and cleaning.
He liked kissing her. It wasn’t about sex, was it? The state of his cock seemed to agree with that assessment. He liked her, liked her kisses. Hell, if he was honest, he just liked affection. He liked being touched because it kept him going. Small touches, stolen moments of love, they kept him connected, made him feel alive.
But she wasn’t who he wanted. And he couldn’t have what he wanted. Too damn dangerous, in so many ways. Just like that, and his thoughts were on other small touches, other moments of love. This time, his prick stirred to life in his hands. Blond hair, small frame, full pouting mouth…he began to stroke quickly, A groan escaped his lips, and his legs shook from the sweet strain of his arousal.
“Don’t waste any time, “ Faith said, creeping in behind him. Her hands reached out, covering his and stroking in time.
“Faith!” He yelped as his orgasm hit, shots of semen pouring from his cock.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Sometimes, I am that good.”
He shook his head, trying to clear away the fog. Faith rubbed against him, nude and waterlogged. She climbed his body, twisting and twining until she sat on his still-erect cock, facing him.
She sank down with a sigh, a blissful smile on her face. He put out his arms, intending to move her off. How he was going to deal with this, he had no idea. But, he was going to deal with it.
She grabbed his outflung arms, using them to steady herself. She began a brisk ride, sliding up and down his erection. He grunted, and his body took over. His hips snapped upwards and he was fucking her, hard and deep. She began to quake around him, wailing his name as she covered him with her cream.
She collapsed in his arms, and he wrapped them around her. He was close, so close, and if he could just…he bellowed, bolts of spunk flowing up his rod and into her welcoming warmth. She chuckled, the sound sweet and low. He finally woke up, totally and completely. The effects of the fight and the blood left him, and he froze, shock and fear running neck and neck in his mind.
Carefully, he untangled their bodies. He placed a quick kiss on her forehead and bolted out of the shower. He grabbed the first pair of pants he put his hands on, and the Scourge of Europe fled the room, his one and only priority to get as far away as he could from the scene of his crime.
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: het sex, slight non-con
A/N: See? I told you it would get better and I'm a woman of my word. Of course, by better I mean slightly scarier. But, look! There's dirty in this chapter! A grown-up rating and everything. Once again, thanks to those who've read and commented. It's a definite motivater!
Angel floated towards consciousness, head swimming. His body thrummed with power, and he felt hot. Not warm, but hot. It was like being in a sauna, and he stretched lazily in the pool of sweat surrounding him. Skin slick and coming to life, he felt the tickly strands of hair on his neck. He cracked open an eye, seeing only a dark mop.
“Hey, “ he croaked, “Cousin Itt, time to rise and shine.”
The hair twitched and a grunt emerged. Angel smiled, brain still fuzzy with sleep. This was nice, a pleasant reminder of his human days. He’d been an expert at waking in unfamiliar rooms with unfamiliar people. Something of an avocation of his then, though not so much anymore. Cautiously, he lifted an arm, almost surprised at having his limbs obeying his commands. A quick poke in the general vicinity of the ribcage and the hair stirred violently, a hand shooting up to grab his wrist. Hard, actually and slightly painful, another surprise.
“Ow,” he whispered, mind still sluggish. “What’s that for?”
“You poked me. I stopped you. Seems simple enough to figure out, “ the hair replied. “And I always thought you were more than just a pretty face. Wrong again.”
The voice. He knew the voice. It was familiar, but the name stayed just out of reach. He squinted, trying to penetrate the mass of hair in order to see the face. The hand stayed around his wrist, but it no longer hurt. The fingers caressed, sweeping over his skin in swirling loops.
“Who are you, “ he asked finally, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Who do you want me to be,” came the teasing reply.
“I don’t know, “ he answered truthfully. “I’m feeling a little…out of it. I’d say I’m not myself, but I don’t really know what that means anymore.”
The head on his chest shot up at that, hair flying wildly. Brown eyes met and Angel breathed. The face, the voice, he did know.
“Faith.”
“Angel. You okay? Need help? Need...” Faith trailed off, licking her full lips nervously.
“I’m okay,” he reassured her. “Just fuzzy. Kinda surprised to see you. What happened?”
“You were passed out. I volunteered to stay here, keep an eye out and I fell asleep, “ she told him softly.
“No. Well, yeah that too. I mean, what happened last night? Did…am I…what happened, “ he finished lamely.
“Got there after the main event started, “ she explained, settling back down onto his chest. “ You were down, Spike was kicking ass. I lent a hand. Well, me, Xander, and Willow. Didn’t do much besides help with the clean-up.”
“You didn’t see anyone else besides Spike, “ he asked anxiously. “Gunn? Or I…anyone else?”
“No, Ange. I’m sorry, “ she answered, regret coloring her voice. “Just you and Spike. I’m sorry. We didn’t stick around afterwards, so I can’t even say if there was…if they’re still there.”
He closed his eyes again, letting the pain wash over him. He’d known that he was leading them to death. He just didn’t figure he’d be around afterwards to worry about it. At least Spike made it. One out of four, better than he’d predicted going into the fight. He shied away from that line of thought. His head hurt.
He wrapped his arms around the Slayer draped over him, and nuzzled her hair. She was hot, alive, vital. He’d missed that, searched for it in the bodies of his victims and lovers alike. Trying to reclaim the lost pieces of his humanity inside others, and he never quite managed. He’d hoped that after this…another thought to abandon. Still dead, still here, still…he smiled. Still here. Sounded good enough for now.
“Hey, “ he said again.
“Hmm, “ Faith answered idly, hands roaming over his body.
“I’m gonna go get clean. Demon blood,” he gestured. “Stinks.”
“Uh-huh, “ she said, and rose up on an elbow to gaze down at him. Moving slowly, she lowered her head and he tried to move. Meant to move. Should have moved. But he didn’t and their lips met. A deep slow kiss that curled his toes and fried his brain even further.
“Have fun, “ she purred and he nodded dumbly.
Rising, he made his way to the bathroom by instinct. Peeling his damaged clothes off, he padded to the shower. Turned on the water and climbed in, mind still four paces behind. He was stuck in that kiss. They’d kissed before and he admitted he hadn’t been immune then either. But…she kissed him. Kissed him and his hands were moving over his body, lathering and cleaning.
He liked kissing her. It wasn’t about sex, was it? The state of his cock seemed to agree with that assessment. He liked her, liked her kisses. Hell, if he was honest, he just liked affection. He liked being touched because it kept him going. Small touches, stolen moments of love, they kept him connected, made him feel alive.
But she wasn’t who he wanted. And he couldn’t have what he wanted. Too damn dangerous, in so many ways. Just like that, and his thoughts were on other small touches, other moments of love. This time, his prick stirred to life in his hands. Blond hair, small frame, full pouting mouth…he began to stroke quickly, A groan escaped his lips, and his legs shook from the sweet strain of his arousal.
“Don’t waste any time, “ Faith said, creeping in behind him. Her hands reached out, covering his and stroking in time.
“Faith!” He yelped as his orgasm hit, shots of semen pouring from his cock.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Sometimes, I am that good.”
He shook his head, trying to clear away the fog. Faith rubbed against him, nude and waterlogged. She climbed his body, twisting and twining until she sat on his still-erect cock, facing him.
She sank down with a sigh, a blissful smile on her face. He put out his arms, intending to move her off. How he was going to deal with this, he had no idea. But, he was going to deal with it.
She grabbed his outflung arms, using them to steady herself. She began a brisk ride, sliding up and down his erection. He grunted, and his body took over. His hips snapped upwards and he was fucking her, hard and deep. She began to quake around him, wailing his name as she covered him with her cream.
She collapsed in his arms, and he wrapped them around her. He was close, so close, and if he could just…he bellowed, bolts of spunk flowing up his rod and into her welcoming warmth. She chuckled, the sound sweet and low. He finally woke up, totally and completely. The effects of the fight and the blood left him, and he froze, shock and fear running neck and neck in his mind.
Carefully, he untangled their bodies. He placed a quick kiss on her forehead and bolted out of the shower. He grabbed the first pair of pants he put his hands on, and the Scourge of Europe fled the room, his one and only priority to get as far away as he could from the scene of his crime.
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on 2007-02-18 04:40 am (UTC)having sex with a girl...
nice little scene and wonderful Angel angst
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on 2007-02-20 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-18 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-20 05:26 am (UTC)I'm so glad that you're enjoying it and that you think it's good. Praise does wonders for the muse, after all. Thanks so much!
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on 2007-02-20 05:32 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-03-20 02:41 am (UTC)Spangel???? And bad Angel. So irresponsible to flee the scene of his crime.