Live The Question
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Various (Spike/Faith pairing this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: language, slight non-graphic violence, graphic het sex, implied non-con
A/N: It's my birthday and I'm sick. Ergo, this chapter might possibly suck. Apologies in advance if it doesn't fit well, but it just came out this way and I'm too doped up to fix it. Any comments or suggestions, just leave a comment and I'll pick through it when the antibiotics kick in.
One Week Later...
“Bloody hell we are!” Spike’s voice exploded outwards.
“Oh no,” Willow groaned. “Angel really needs to stop bringing this up.”
“For real, “ Faith agreed. “Three whole days of this and I’m ready to slay’em both and call it square.”
It had been a week since the battle against Wolfram & Hart, six days since Whistler had dropped his Slayer bombshell, and three days since Angel proposed re-opening Angel Investigations as Angel Investigations. It had been two days and 1,439 minutes since Spike loudly objected to being part of “Angel’s Nancy’s”. The fight had been raging on and off ever since, more on than off most of the time.
Oz walked in, the sun streaming through the doors behind him. He waggled a few fingers at Willow and Faith by way of greeting and kept walking until he reached Angel’s office. Xander trailed in behind Oz, a goofy grin lighting up his face.
“Where’d you two go,” Faith asked suspiciously. “You’re awfully happy.”
“I’m happy, my brown-eyed beauty, because right about…”Xander stopped speaking, and the silence was filled with a resounding, “That’s more like it, Wolf!”
“Now,” Xander continued, “Oz will be ending the Three Day’s War.”
“The miracles of Oz,” Willow nodded sagely.” What did he do?”
“Printed up new business cards,” Xander said nonchalantly. “We’re now all officially employees of “Champion Investigations”.”
“Huh,” Faith pondered. “Yeah, that works.”
Spike threw open the door to Angel’s office and stalked through the lobby. He grabbed Xander in a fierce hug, and twirled the boy around in a dizzying circle. As Xander’s laughter rang out, Spike put him down gently and picked Willow up off the couch she was sitting on and spun her off her feet as well. He moved towards Faith, who smiled and lifted the sword she was polishing. Spike stopped and gave her his best sneer, before vamping out and moving forwards again.
“Come on, Slayer,” he taunted. “Know you wanna play.”
“With you,” she returned caustically. “I prefer my playmates warm and breathing. Not really into screwing the dead.”
“Oh ho,” Spike snorted. “You know what happens to little girls who tell lies, Slayer? They get eaten up by the Big Bad.”
Faith threw a punch, and Spike ducked under her fist, whirling around to come up behind her. He locked an arm around her neck, placing a dainty kiss on her pulse point. He sniffed her delicately, and grinned around his fangs.
“Not fresh enough for my palate,” Spike said as he pushed her away. “Prefer my meals a little less…used.”
Faith let out a screech of outrage and made to grab Spike. He feinted right, then left, evading her grasp. He ran upstairs, yelling “Catch me if you can, Slayer!”
“Oh boy, “ Xander murmured as he sank down next to Willow. “Think we should tell Angel?”
“I think,” Willow pointed out, “Angel already knows.”
Sure enough, Angel had bolted out of his office and was hard on Faith’s heels. Oz came out behind him, but didn’t follow him up the stairs. Instead, he came and sat down next to Xander on the couch.
“So,” Oz began,” One war ends and another begins. Man, this world saving gig is rough stuff.”
“Yeah,” Xander waxed philosophically, “ but there are all kinds of bonuses.”
“Like what,” Oz asked, eyebrow raised in disbelief.
“Okay, not bonuses per se,” Xander temporized. “But there are…Willow, help me out here.”
“This one time, when the world was ending, I got a boy to go to bed with me, “ Willow answered solemnly.
Oz cracked a huge smile, and with equal solemnity, replied, “Bonus.”
Spike felt all his howling indignation coming to razor’s point inside him. So, you didn’t want her, eh Angel? She took advantage of you, is that so? Poor little vampire with a soul, how awful that must have been. So, why does she still smell like you a week later?
He ran fast and furious through the hotel, hearing and feeling the Slayer charging after him. He ducked into a side hall, and waited patiently for Faith to run by. She did and he reached out, clapping a hand over her mouth and shoving her into the wall.
“ Sorry lot, you Slayers,” Spike hissed. “Easy to track, easy to trick, easy to kill. Taught Buffy that lesson back in Sunnydale, but you missed those lessons, pet. So, here’s lesson the first: don’t let your enemy choose the ground.”
Faith glared at him, brown eyes sparking and snapping. He eased his hand away from her mouth, but kept his arm across her throat. She coughed a bit, and then spoke.
“We enemies now, Blondie?”
“Can’t be anything but, luv,” he answered easily. “Sure, me an’ Angel work with Slayers, but we can always feel you, just under the skin. An irritant that we need to get rid of. ‘S why it would never work, yeah?”
Faith’s eyes went wide, and her mouth snapped shut. She looked away from him, his blue eyes boring into her. He snickered and shook her a bit, forced her eyes on him.
“What? Didn’t think I’d be able to tell? Slayer, you reek of him. Can smell him all over you, your neck, your fingers, your damn sweet cunny. He’s all over you. Could kill you both for that, “ Spike mused. “Would be so lovely to take you now.”
Faith’s breathing hitched and she screwed her eyes closed. Spike sniffed again and leaned in to lick her neck. He smiled, fierce and angry.
“What d’you know? Little Slayer likes that idea. D’you dream about it, Slayer? A nice Slayer sandwich, me an’ Angel rolling around with you? Sliding into you in turns, dipping our wicks into that nice hot honey of yours? I remember what you like,” Spike purred, as his free hand roamed around her body.
Faith whimpered softly, unwillingly aroused by the images Spike’s words evoked. She did want it, two powerful men touching her, needing her. It was wrong, she was wrong, but she wanted it. Spike’s fingers slid down, underneath her waistband and into her cunt.
He worked her little button, sliding in and out of her moist center, dragging out her pleasure. She moaned breathlessly, bucking up and seeking more sensation. He grazed her neck with his fangs, and she began panting, a long slow orgasm that left her knees weak and her belly watery.
“Should I tell about the last time Angelus and I shared a woman, “ Spike whispered as Faith’s orgasm shuddered through her body. “We fucked her hard and fast, one cock in her quim and another rammed up her arse. After we driven her mad with lust, we drank her dry. Mmm,” Spike growled, “sweetest blood in the world, luv. So, ‘less you’d like to share her fate, I suggest you stay out of my Sire’s bed.”
With that, Spike released his stranglehold and Faith fell, limp and sated, to the floor. He stalked off, brushing past a confused and angry Angel, lurking in the hall. Faith, still weak, raised her eyes to Angel and mouthed, “Sorry” at him.
Angel turned on his heel and fled, leaving Faith to recover where she lay. He had known and hadn’t wanted to, that she was coming to his bed while he slept. The first time, he’d passed it off as a dream. But, he’d known after that. It was real, and Faith used his body every night. But, he let it happen because in some ways it was perfect. No happiness, no relationship, no ties. Just body to body, skin on skin, and it was real. The slide and rasp of tongues, the glide and catch of sweat and juice on his stiff prick, it was real and it was wonderful. He’d spent so much time being apart that he’d forgotten how much he loved being touched.
But now…now he had to face it, that he was fucking Faith every night. No more playing the innocent when it was thrown in his face. And he hated Spike for doing that, for taking away his one outlet, his one sanctuary. Inside Faith’s body, he didn’t have to be a champion or a good man. All he had to be was hard, and that, he reflected, was the one thing he’d never had trouble with, in life or in death.
Spike’s voice telling him to move his arse, that it was vision time and Angel took off, his self-pity put aside. Spike did what he thought was right, and didn’t stop to think about anyone else. Well, Angel thought meanly, this time he’d have to deal with the consequences of his actions.
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: language, slight non-graphic violence, graphic het sex, implied non-con
A/N: It's my birthday and I'm sick. Ergo, this chapter might possibly suck. Apologies in advance if it doesn't fit well, but it just came out this way and I'm too doped up to fix it. Any comments or suggestions, just leave a comment and I'll pick through it when the antibiotics kick in.
One Week Later...
“Bloody hell we are!” Spike’s voice exploded outwards.
“Oh no,” Willow groaned. “Angel really needs to stop bringing this up.”
“For real, “ Faith agreed. “Three whole days of this and I’m ready to slay’em both and call it square.”
It had been a week since the battle against Wolfram & Hart, six days since Whistler had dropped his Slayer bombshell, and three days since Angel proposed re-opening Angel Investigations as Angel Investigations. It had been two days and 1,439 minutes since Spike loudly objected to being part of “Angel’s Nancy’s”. The fight had been raging on and off ever since, more on than off most of the time.
Oz walked in, the sun streaming through the doors behind him. He waggled a few fingers at Willow and Faith by way of greeting and kept walking until he reached Angel’s office. Xander trailed in behind Oz, a goofy grin lighting up his face.
“Where’d you two go,” Faith asked suspiciously. “You’re awfully happy.”
“I’m happy, my brown-eyed beauty, because right about…”Xander stopped speaking, and the silence was filled with a resounding, “That’s more like it, Wolf!”
“Now,” Xander continued, “Oz will be ending the Three Day’s War.”
“The miracles of Oz,” Willow nodded sagely.” What did he do?”
“Printed up new business cards,” Xander said nonchalantly. “We’re now all officially employees of “Champion Investigations”.”
“Huh,” Faith pondered. “Yeah, that works.”
Spike threw open the door to Angel’s office and stalked through the lobby. He grabbed Xander in a fierce hug, and twirled the boy around in a dizzying circle. As Xander’s laughter rang out, Spike put him down gently and picked Willow up off the couch she was sitting on and spun her off her feet as well. He moved towards Faith, who smiled and lifted the sword she was polishing. Spike stopped and gave her his best sneer, before vamping out and moving forwards again.
“Come on, Slayer,” he taunted. “Know you wanna play.”
“With you,” she returned caustically. “I prefer my playmates warm and breathing. Not really into screwing the dead.”
“Oh ho,” Spike snorted. “You know what happens to little girls who tell lies, Slayer? They get eaten up by the Big Bad.”
Faith threw a punch, and Spike ducked under her fist, whirling around to come up behind her. He locked an arm around her neck, placing a dainty kiss on her pulse point. He sniffed her delicately, and grinned around his fangs.
“Not fresh enough for my palate,” Spike said as he pushed her away. “Prefer my meals a little less…used.”
Faith let out a screech of outrage and made to grab Spike. He feinted right, then left, evading her grasp. He ran upstairs, yelling “Catch me if you can, Slayer!”
“Oh boy, “ Xander murmured as he sank down next to Willow. “Think we should tell Angel?”
“I think,” Willow pointed out, “Angel already knows.”
Sure enough, Angel had bolted out of his office and was hard on Faith’s heels. Oz came out behind him, but didn’t follow him up the stairs. Instead, he came and sat down next to Xander on the couch.
“So,” Oz began,” One war ends and another begins. Man, this world saving gig is rough stuff.”
“Yeah,” Xander waxed philosophically, “ but there are all kinds of bonuses.”
“Like what,” Oz asked, eyebrow raised in disbelief.
“Okay, not bonuses per se,” Xander temporized. “But there are…Willow, help me out here.”
“This one time, when the world was ending, I got a boy to go to bed with me, “ Willow answered solemnly.
Oz cracked a huge smile, and with equal solemnity, replied, “Bonus.”
Spike felt all his howling indignation coming to razor’s point inside him. So, you didn’t want her, eh Angel? She took advantage of you, is that so? Poor little vampire with a soul, how awful that must have been. So, why does she still smell like you a week later?
He ran fast and furious through the hotel, hearing and feeling the Slayer charging after him. He ducked into a side hall, and waited patiently for Faith to run by. She did and he reached out, clapping a hand over her mouth and shoving her into the wall.
“ Sorry lot, you Slayers,” Spike hissed. “Easy to track, easy to trick, easy to kill. Taught Buffy that lesson back in Sunnydale, but you missed those lessons, pet. So, here’s lesson the first: don’t let your enemy choose the ground.”
Faith glared at him, brown eyes sparking and snapping. He eased his hand away from her mouth, but kept his arm across her throat. She coughed a bit, and then spoke.
“We enemies now, Blondie?”
“Can’t be anything but, luv,” he answered easily. “Sure, me an’ Angel work with Slayers, but we can always feel you, just under the skin. An irritant that we need to get rid of. ‘S why it would never work, yeah?”
Faith’s eyes went wide, and her mouth snapped shut. She looked away from him, his blue eyes boring into her. He snickered and shook her a bit, forced her eyes on him.
“What? Didn’t think I’d be able to tell? Slayer, you reek of him. Can smell him all over you, your neck, your fingers, your damn sweet cunny. He’s all over you. Could kill you both for that, “ Spike mused. “Would be so lovely to take you now.”
Faith’s breathing hitched and she screwed her eyes closed. Spike sniffed again and leaned in to lick her neck. He smiled, fierce and angry.
“What d’you know? Little Slayer likes that idea. D’you dream about it, Slayer? A nice Slayer sandwich, me an’ Angel rolling around with you? Sliding into you in turns, dipping our wicks into that nice hot honey of yours? I remember what you like,” Spike purred, as his free hand roamed around her body.
Faith whimpered softly, unwillingly aroused by the images Spike’s words evoked. She did want it, two powerful men touching her, needing her. It was wrong, she was wrong, but she wanted it. Spike’s fingers slid down, underneath her waistband and into her cunt.
He worked her little button, sliding in and out of her moist center, dragging out her pleasure. She moaned breathlessly, bucking up and seeking more sensation. He grazed her neck with his fangs, and she began panting, a long slow orgasm that left her knees weak and her belly watery.
“Should I tell about the last time Angelus and I shared a woman, “ Spike whispered as Faith’s orgasm shuddered through her body. “We fucked her hard and fast, one cock in her quim and another rammed up her arse. After we driven her mad with lust, we drank her dry. Mmm,” Spike growled, “sweetest blood in the world, luv. So, ‘less you’d like to share her fate, I suggest you stay out of my Sire’s bed.”
With that, Spike released his stranglehold and Faith fell, limp and sated, to the floor. He stalked off, brushing past a confused and angry Angel, lurking in the hall. Faith, still weak, raised her eyes to Angel and mouthed, “Sorry” at him.
Angel turned on his heel and fled, leaving Faith to recover where she lay. He had known and hadn’t wanted to, that she was coming to his bed while he slept. The first time, he’d passed it off as a dream. But, he’d known after that. It was real, and Faith used his body every night. But, he let it happen because in some ways it was perfect. No happiness, no relationship, no ties. Just body to body, skin on skin, and it was real. The slide and rasp of tongues, the glide and catch of sweat and juice on his stiff prick, it was real and it was wonderful. He’d spent so much time being apart that he’d forgotten how much he loved being touched.
But now…now he had to face it, that he was fucking Faith every night. No more playing the innocent when it was thrown in his face. And he hated Spike for doing that, for taking away his one outlet, his one sanctuary. Inside Faith’s body, he didn’t have to be a champion or a good man. All he had to be was hard, and that, he reflected, was the one thing he’d never had trouble with, in life or in death.
Spike’s voice telling him to move his arse, that it was vision time and Angel took off, his self-pity put aside. Spike did what he thought was right, and didn’t stop to think about anyone else. Well, Angel thought meanly, this time he’d have to deal with the consequences of his actions.