Spoilers: sorta 'Dirty Girls', but nothing specific
Disclaimer: If you're reading Buffy ff, you know the drill.
Content: NC-17.. this is kinky PWP. And kinda dark. And I plan on it having sub/dom, and just about everybody getting it on with our favorite badasses.
Distribution: want, take, tell me, have. And STS, of course, can archive.
Pairing: Spike/Faith (the way it should be)
Feedback: Joss yes (God yes) I'll take most requests, but flattery gets you everywhere, darling.
AN: Goes Au-ish around Dirty Girls. The First Evil is gone, everybody's alive, Fang Gang's fine in L.A. Everybody's happy- you know this isn't the jossverse.
Dedication: My wonderful Beta, Michelle.
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~Part: 1~
I'm so screwed, Faith thought. The only person I can ask for help is mini-Angel. I'm starting to see a trend.. first Angel, now his childre. Next I'll be gettting help from that crazy chick I heard about. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door in front of her.
Someone inside grunted "Minute." Faith knocked again when no one had answered in thirty seconds. "Keep your knickers on, I'm coming!" the voice yelled. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Spike, clad only in black silk boxers.
"Yeah?" he said, looking up and down her body. She was dressed in tight black leather pants and a form-fitting red halter under a leather jacket.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"I don't really think you're the one who should be asking, luv," he replied, grinning.
Faith ignored the innuendo; she was here for a reason, and she didn't want to piss Spike off. She needed his help. "Just trying to be polite."
"Wait- are you still you, or did you switch with some other bird again?"
"I'm still me, it's just, well, I need to talk to you."
"Sure, pet, come in, sit down, make yourself at home." Spike beckoned Faith inside, and she walked in. He sauntered past her to the couch and sat down, patting the cushion next to him and flinging his arm over the back of the couch. Faith sat on the far edge of the cushion, facing him, one leg drawn up on the couch, mimicking his position but keeping her hands in her lap. "So.."
Faith looked up as he trailed off. "I need to ask you a twelve-inch question."
"Twelve-inch?" Faith looked down at his lap. "Oh, a big thing? Go 'head."
"I need a place to stay, and I was wondering if I could stay with you."
"Why don't you go to the Scoobies?"
"Willow keeps giving me these lusty looks. I got enough of that in the past few years. And her girl doesn't seem that happy with it. Dawn's a total bitch- I caught her putting cyanide in my cereal once. Anya doesn't want me around Xander, Buffy, well, you know how she is, and Giles is a little old for me. And a little frigid."
"The poof? He seemed to like ya well enough."
"I'm wanted in L.A. The Sunnydale Krispy Kreme supporters won't notice me, no matter what I do, but in L.A., I wouldn't stand a chance. And Angel would turn me in, anyway."
"So that leaves you with just me, huh?"
"Yeah. You game?"
"Sure. With a few conditions."
"I'm desperate."
"I know." Spike grinned wolfishly. " 'right then. I'm a little sick of being a Slayer's bitch. I'm tired of being the one who's on the bottom, beneath everyone else. Also, I'm a vamp. I've got... needs. So, you're gonna be my bitch. You'll do everything I tell you to, or I'll kick you out. Agreed?"
Faith smiled inwardly. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. I always wondered what it would be like to give up control, to stop playing the tough girl. And I know he won't kill me. B would stake the fuck out of him. Yeah, I like it on top, but what the hell, variety makes the world go round.. or some shit like that. "Agreed."
"Good. First thing- you're wearing too many clothes. Strip." Faith stood and removed her jacket. "Wait- go put on some music." He pointed to the corner housing his CD collection and stereo.
She walked over and browsed through it. "Which one do you want on?"
Spike grinned. Guess she didn't learn that much being on top, he thought, before rising gracefully from his seat. He stalked over to her and pushed her into the wall. She looked up at him, defiance shining in her eyes. "Number one rule, pet. Always call me master. Got it?"
Faith grinned. God I'm loving this. And apparently he is too, she thought,as she felt him press against her. "Yes master."
"Good job luv," he said, stroking her hair. "For the music, try 'Submission' by the Sex Pistols." He leaned forward and kissed Faith, his hands tightening in her hair, pulling her towards him. His tongue assaulted her mouth, forcing it open and ravaging the inside. His hard kiss bruised her quickly, but he pulled away and sat back down before she could even moan.
Faith found the CD and popped it into the stereo, then turned it to the right song. The opening notes came on and she began dancing sexily, never breaking eye contact with Spike. Slowly she pulled her top over her head, revealing the lack of clothing underneath. Still gyrating to the music, she turned around slowly and bent down, quickly unfastening her shoes. She wriggled her ass around a little, then stood back up. She kicked her shoes into the corner and turned around to face Spike. She danced the way she had before, arms over her head, breasts swinging, for another verse, before unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down. When they reached her ankles, she bent to slide them off, but Spike's slightly husky voice interrupted her.
"Leave 'em. They're more useful that way. Now, crawl over here."
"Yes master." Faith got down on her hands and knees and began crawling towards Spike. Serious rugburn here, she thought. When she reached him, she raised herself into a semi-squat, her shins pressed against the floor, her back and upper legs straight. She reached a hand up and stroked Spike through the flimsy material of his boxers.
He grabbed her hand, stilling it. "Did I give you permission to touch that?"
"No," Faith answered, looking at their hands.
"No what?" Faith swallowed. Damn. I messed up again. He's not going to kick me out, is he? "No, master."
"Good. And don't worry, I'm not kicking you out. You've done this before.. what happens when a bitch doesn't follow their orders?"
"They.. they get punished," Faith said softly. She was perfectly willing to talk openly about sex and power struggles when it involved others, but when it came to her hide, she preferred not to go there.
"Punished how?"
Faith rolled her eyes. I don't believe he's actually making me say this, she thought. "With a spanking."
"Right. So, get up and lay over the back of the couch." Faith looked up at him, alarmed. Now," he said, leaving no room for argument in his voice.
Faith rose from her kneeling postition and circled around to back of the couch as Spike stood up. She bent forward over the couch, standing on tip-toe to be able to raise her bottom high enough in the air.
"Good," Spike said, coming up behind her. He placed a hand on her bottom and pushed, nudging her forward a little bit and completely off her feet. "Now, you might want to hold on to something on the front of the couch. I don't have anything that could hold you down, so I guess we'll have to rely on your willpower." Faith obediently grabbed underneath the middle cushion.
Spike went into to his bedroom for a moment, returning with a belt in his hand. He moved to stand behind Faith and simply stood there, taking in the view in front of him. Faith, feeling slightly uncomfortable because she was lacking her usual control, wiggled, trying to encourage Spike to hurry up. Folding the leather in half, he raised it above his head and brought it down with a crash on Faith's bottom. She managed not to yelp, clutching hard at the cushion and wriggling her bottom a little more as a wide pink stripe formed where the belt had hit. Spike raised it again and again, landing at least forty strikes before ending Faith's beating. By the time he had finished, her bottom had gone from white to light pink to light red to dark red with spots of purple, and she was sobbing quietly.
He tossed the belt to the side and removed his boxers. He reached down and spread Faith's asscheeks with his hands. With no other warning, he began pounding into her cunt, his balls slapping against her bruised bottom with each thrust. She cried out, and Spike brought his hand down on her bottom sharply. She stopped and simply lay there, whimpering but letting him fuck her. Already heavily aroused from the beating he had given her, Spike reached orgasm soon, coming in one fast, hard spurt. He withdrew and wiped his cock on his boxers after picking them up off the ground.
"So, bitch, what did you learn from that?"
"You are the master."
"And?"
"And, and, um..."
He smacked her bottom again. "Don't stutter."
"Yes, master."
"Answer the question."
"To ask before touching?"
"Close enough. To have permission before doing anything. You don't ask unless I give you permission to talk."
"Yes, master."
Faith pressed into the sofa, trying to hint that she hadn't come during their sex.
"Stop that."
"Yes, master."
"You can come later. For now, get up and get me some JD. Manchester U is about to come on."
"Yes master." Faith wriggled over the back of the couch and flipped over, landing on the floor. "Uhh," she grunted when her bottom hit the ground. She got up and shuffled off to the kitchen, her pants still trapped around her ankles.
~Part: 2~
When she returned, Spike was sprawled out on the sofa, one leg hanging over the arm. She hesitated; while she had played games before, that's all they were: Games. She knew this thing with Spike, whatever it turned into, wouldn't be a game, and she didn't know how to act.
Spike grinned. Faith was starting to shift back and forth a bit, waiting for him to notice her. At least she wasn't daft enough to speak up; he might have to miss some of the game if she did. He held out his hand and she placed the bottle in it. He ignored her and opened the bottle, taking a drink. For a moment, he was lost in the pleasure of having whiskey, Manchester U, and a Slayer to do his bidding.
A commercial came on and he looked at her. When he turned back to the television and began avidly watching a commercial for Snuggles fabric softener, Faith knew he was toying with her. If he wants to play, fine. I'm going to do something to earn my keep. She turned around and took a hop towards the kitchen.
"Get back here," Spike said. She scooted in a semi-circle, ending up facing him, and hopped back towards him. When she reached the arm of the couch, Spike picked her up and sat her next to him, slinging an arm around her shoulders, pulling her tight to him. He took a few more drinks before asking, "Do you fancy football, luv?"
"No, master." What's with him? He's switchin' moods faster than Buffy before the rag. He went from horny to pissed to joe-normal with his girl.
"That's too bad. Guess we'll have ta find something else for you to do." Faith looked at Spike. Is he horny again? Because I never met a guy that could get it up that fast... wait, vampires can. Maybe I'll get to come this time. Spike set the bottle of Jack Daniel's on the floor in front of him, then moved his arm up above his lap while using the other one to push Faith forward. He pulled her until her bottom was over his lap and she was hanging off the side of the couch.
He has nice feet. Real clean. Course, when you're in the slums, then around high school boys, then in L.A., then in prison and then surrounded by people averting an apocalypse, you don't worry about how clean somebody's feet are. But now that his foot is two inches from my face, I'm getting the lesson of appreciation. But it's still a foot, so here endeth the lesson. Faith turned her head. Spike saw her movement and grinned, bending his leg a little more, forcing his foot closer to her head. She tried to scoot farther away from his foot but stopped when Spike slapped her bottom. "Keep still, pet. I don't like to be distracted when Beckham's on the telly."
She stopped squirming away from his foot and squeezed her eyes shut when she felt it work its way into her hair, which she had left down. Spike dug his foot in further, twisting her hair around his big toe. She gave up easy enough. Better give her a little more pain, just for the hell of it, before the pleasure. He pulled back sharply with his foot, jerking her head back. She bit her lip to smother a cry, and he looked down at her from the corner of his eye for a second before gazing back at the screen. She glared up at him from her awkward position. He kept pulling back with his foot until her head was as far back as it could go. Even then, he did not release her, simply held her, neck exposed, as he trailed a lazy finger down and stroked her throat. Faith trembled. Good. She knew what he was doing. By showing he had complete access to her throat, he was showing that, according to vampires, he had complete control over her. Since he was a vampire and she a Slayer, it was probably the most possessive thing he could do without actually claiming her.
I'm not ready to deal with this. I know I said I would, but I wanted somewhere to sleep, not a mate. I don't want Spike having complete control over me. I don't want anyone having control over me. I'm a Slayer, damn it! I can kick anybody's ass. I don't have to let him do this, and I shouldn't. All that time in prison really let me think. I figured out how desperate I was for control, that I needed to give up some of it, learn to trust someone, to be a better person. But I'm not giving up all of it, and I'm not trusting Spike! Faith began struggling to get free from Spike, bringing her hands up to free her hair from his foot and kicking off the pants that were still around her ankles.
She got the pants completely off but was still working on her hair before Spike was able to stop her. He pushed forward with his foot, squashing her face against the couch and raining blows on her still-red bottom. She thrashed for a few minutes before gradually calming down, like a fish yanked out of water. Spike slung his leg over hers, pinning them down and freeing his hands. He stretched his other leg slowly, guiding her head back. Eventually, he stretched it fully. He yawned and pointed his toes, feeling the muscles in his legs stretching even more and pulling her head back even further than it had been. She began wiggling again and he reached a hand down to her breast, grabbing the nipple and pinching hard. "Feel free to yell, pet," he told her.
"ASSHOLE!! LET ME UP!!" She's so fiesty. It'll be fun to break her; unlike that other slayer, already broken when she came to me. But she's so moody. She was perfectly willing to submit to me when she got here; practically begging for it. Now she's changing her mind? I don't think so.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you. How long before you're licking my feet and enjoying it, luv? Fancy a wager?" He's so arrogant. Always seeming like he's in control. Maybe that's what B saw in him- somebody she knew could protect her, wouldn't need her like everyone else in her life. But he needed her to, didn't he. Poor B. She's had it rough. And now, different circumstances, that's me. Course, I'm not here 'cause I'm looking for someone who doesn't need me.
"Sure. I'm bettin' never. You?"
"Under a month. Probably less, but we'll take it slow. We've been hurt, ya know?" She rolled her eyes at me, just like that blonde airhead used to. Brasses me off just thinking about her. There's only one thing for me to do now. "We'll start now. I thought you knew all the rules of this gig, but you've proved otherwise. It doesn't matter to me; either way, I get my thrills. If I were you, though, I'd listen up. 'Right?"
Great. A lecture. What is it with souled vampires and lectures on the rules? Hey, is there a handbook? B told me something about a handbook.. Ow! Spike had pinched her nipple again. "Luv, you weren't listening. Now, I don't like repeatin' myself, so I'd suggest it doesn't happen again." He squeezed again. "Now, first rule is, I am your god. The center of your universe, the most important thing in it. You do everything I tell you to, when I tell you, or you get punished. There are other rules, but I've never been much for rules, and I heard you haven't either. So we won't worry about those unless we have to." He started rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she relaxed a little. "You pissed me off a bit when you got here- I'm gettin' right tired of girls who just come on in and get with the shagging. I'm a little calmer now, so I'll let you have some you time. I want you to stick around. Of course, wouldn't want ya to get too comfortable. You can come, but you'll be riding me when you do. Agree?"
"As long as you don't forget who's on top."
Spike chuckled. "Better make it memorable, then. Get grinding."
"Your foot's in my hair."
"And?"
"And that makes it a bit difficult for me."
"If I let you up, you're getting on the floor to thank me and beg for the privelege."
"You've got some ego."
"Thought girls fancied the big ones."
"How would you know about that, Spikey?"
Spike slapped her back. "What did I tell you to call me, bitch?" He growled.
"Master."
"Damn right. So why didn't you?"
"I forgot."
"And you can forget about coming, too. Now get on your knees and do what I told you to." Spike pulled his foot out from Faith's hair viciously, pulling several pieces along with it, before giving her nipple one more pinch. He lifted his legs and pushed her off his lap. She caught herself before she could crash onto the floor, landing on her hands and knees. "Say it, slut."
"Thank you for gettin' your stinky ass foot out of my hair."
Spike kicked her. She's not gonna give in without a fight, huh? Well, I'm up for a little dance. For now, anyway. "Try again, pet."
"Thank you for being man enough to admit you won't be able to make me come." I've got to give him points for that. Takes most of 'em longer to believe me when I tell 'em they actually gotta work if they want it to be good for me.
Time for the best part. Spike grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped them so he was facing the sofa and she had her back to it. He pulled her up and drew her to him, then pulled his boxers down and stepped out of them in one fluid motion. "Now, ask me for it like the good little slut you are."
"I'm thinkin' no." Faith raised her leg, sending it speeding towards his penis. He caught her knee before it could connect and pushed, sending her tumbling towards the sofa.
"You don't get a choice, luv. Either beg me for it and we'll go a little slow, or don't. Just hurry up and make a decision."
Faith yawned. I'm gettin' tired- might as well get this over with. 'Sides, it could be worse. "Whatever. Please let me suck your little cock so I can catch some sleep. Happy?"
She's yawning at me? What the bleedin' hell happened to me? I'm the Big Bad! I instill fear and screaming and all kindsa not-yawning-actions. Oh well, Slayers are exhausting. I just want to get some shut-eye- might as well let her suck me before I do. "This isn't over. But go 'head."
Faith slid off the sofa and knelt in front of him, looking up before taking his cock between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the tip, circling farther and farther towards the base before pulling back far enough for it to pop out of her mouth. She immediately sucked it back inside, creating a strong suction that pressed his cock towards the roof of her mouth. He gripped her hair and pulled closer, moaning, until her nose pressed into his pubic hair. He arched up, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She ran her tongue up and down his length, and his hands tightened as a shudder ran through his frame. He let out a strangled cry and arched farther up as he filled her mouth with his come.
Faith turned her head to the side and prepared to spit it out, when Spike's hand on her chin stopped her. "Swallow it, pet." She glared up at him but swallowed. "Good girl. Now come give me a peck and we'll go to sleep." He pulled her up by her hair, forcing her to scramble to ease the pain on her scalp, and kissed her, tasting himself in her mouth. He nipped her lower lip and sucked for a moment before pulling back. "Go finish stripping and get in the bed. I'll join you in a minute."
"But-"
"Don't argue with me. I won't feel like going through that again for a moment or two." He pushed her towards the bedroom and watched as her naked bottom retreated, licking his lips before making his way to the kitchen to heat up some blood. Before he could arrive, the phone rang. He picked it up from its spot on the kitchen wall. "What?"
~Part: 3~
Spike?"
"Of course, ya daft bint. I'm the only person who lives here." Bloody yay. It's her. Wonder what she wants.
"Right. Um, we were having a meeting tonight, and-"
"You want me there?"
"How'd you know?"
"You're always ready to use me." There was a silence for a few seconds. That musta hurt, using her own words against her like that. Well, bitch eserved it. She led me on for years before we actually shagged, and then almost a year after. As soon as the poof gets back, she runs to him and ignores me while I risk life and limb to help her save the world. Again. And what do I get in return? Fight with my sire, and asked to move far enough away from the Slayer that her sis can't walk over.
"Spike, I-"
"Shove it. I don't have time for your excuses. Sod off."
Spike lowered the phone to its cradle before her voice yelled, "We'll pay!"
"With what?"
"Uh.. time with Dawn?"
"Not a going currency."
"It's the only thing we've got. You know that."
Spike sighed. He did know that. Bloody hell, she's been working at Doublemeat Palace to support her 'family'. The Council's gone, Rupert's been long broke, and the Magic Shop is defying all laws of Economics by not having gone out of business. She's probably down to hunting vampires for money while she tries to clean up the town. I've noticed more vamps and demons from outta town; word musta spread about the post-averted Apocalyptic destruction. "It'll work. When?"
"Uh, eight okay, sunwise?"
"You don't know when the sun sets?"
"It doesn't really seem important."
"Seven twenty-eight. But I could get there anyway."
"The famous smoking blanket, right?"
"Yeah. I gotta go."
"Bye."
Spike hung up. Guess I won't be sleeping like a well-fucked vampire oughta be. Gotta go tell Faith where I'm- nah, I'll take her. Wonder what theories they'll come up with about why she's been here. Too bad they won't be sharin' 'em with me.
He strode to his bedroom, pausing at the doorway to leeringly admire Faith's naked body, writhing beneath her own hand. She was laying with her back on his bed, her legs spread, her hand between them, squeezing and rubbing her clit.
Bastard! He got to come twice, and he didn't even get me off once. Never send a man, well, vamp, to do a girl's job. 'Specially if the girl's me.
She's pretty far gone if she's not even noticing me. Maybe I should let her come? Nah, she's my bitch, and I think one of the rules is she only comes when I tell her she can. But if that's what she'll look like when she does, I’ll make sure she will be when we get back from that bloody Scooby meeting. "Faith!"
Her eyes opened and met his. What does he want? Not that those cheekbones are hurting any..
"Faith! Stop that."
Or not. Yeah, I think I'll keep going. This feels really good. Don't see why I should stop, anyway. And that voice of his, giving orders, really isn't encouraging me to quit.
Spike growled and crossed the room. Reaching the bed, he grabbed Faith's wrist and pulled it away from between her legs. "I thought I said to stop."
"Yeah, well, it just felt so good." He thinks he can tell me when I can get off? Like hell.
Spike slapped her in the face. She lashed out with her legs, kicking him in a sidesweep. He grunted and took a step back. Faith rolled off the bed, landing on her feet, facing him. She swung at him but he caught her fist, spinnng her around and slamming her back into the wall of the apartment.
"Seem familiar, luv? Less than an hour ago I had you backed up against the wall outside this room, didn't I? Way I remember, I was teaching you something then, too, wasn't I? Care to tell me what it was?"
"Always call you master." Asshole. I mean master.
"Right. And what was the only other rule I told you?"
"You're never gonna let me come?"
"If you keep being such a punk-ass rebel wannabe, then, yeah, I won't. But if you learn to follow the two rules I gave ya, then maybe I will. Now, be a good bird and apologize."
"For what?"
"For, oh, I don't know, beating me up?" Bitch. Why can't she just hurry up and say 'I fucked up' so we can get to the watcher's, followed by coming here and shagging?
"I thought you liked it rough." You sure did before. I've got bruises to prove it.
Bloody hell. Why does she have to go and bring up Buffy and what that bint did to me? Spike growled and pulled Faith a few inches off the wall before slamming her as hard as he could manage into it. He lowered his head to her neck, vamping out along the way.
"No way I'm lettin' you do that. Try it and, master or not, I'm kneein' you in the balls."
Spike stopped for a moment. If I drag her over to the watcher's place with bite marks on her, I'll be staked for sure, and she'll probably get shipped back to prison for letting me near her. But I still need to teach the bitch a lesson. He snarled, but lifted his head away from her throat. "I won't mark you yet, but when we get back, you will be getting punished. You are my bitch; you don't talk to me that way."
"We're going out? Cause I was thinking we could stay in bed, maybe come a little."
"Buffy was on the phone. Big meeting; I'm invited. And you're coming with me." Although her offer does sound tempting.. but I miss Nibblet.
"Lemme guess, coming later?"
Bloody hell she's great. "We're leaving in two minutes. Get dressed."
"Could you let me up first?"
Spike backed up, releasing her and nonchalantly striding to the walk-in closet on the opposite wall. Faith pushed herself off the wall and picked up her halter from the floor before walking out of the bedroom to retrieve her pants.
Spike pulled out black jeans and a black T-shirt, tossing them on the bed before slamming the closet door shut. He turned and pulled the pants on, snapping them shut and grabbing the shirt before exiting the bedroom. Faith was already dressed and lounging on her stomach on the couch, her neck, arms, shoulders, back and the side of one breast revealed by her halter. "You're not going out wearing that." he stated in a flat voice, trying to convey that he did not want to argue on this.
"I came over here wearing it."
It's not like I'm the Dom- why should I expect her to obey me unquestionably when I order her around? "And then you weren't mine, and dressed as sluttily as you could. Now you are and you will not be going out like that."
"Maybe Neanderthals were actually vamps. I'll have ta ask Giles about that."
Spike growled. "Would you stop being so bloody flippant? You're puttin' somethin' else on if I have to put it on for you."
I always heard vamps were possessive, but this? Did he look at what Buffy wore when he was fucking with her? "Like Buffy dressed like a nun."
I can't beat the shit outta her. I have to get to the bloody Slayer's house. There'll be time to play later. "Buffy is not the issue." He turned and strode back into the bedroom, stopping in front of the closet and forcefully yanking the door open. He grabbed a red button down off a hanger, nearly ripping it, and threw the door shut.
Did I piss 'im off? I know Buffy was pretty bitchy towards him when they were screwing, but shouldn't he be over that by now? Didn't he like gettin' beat up? I heard he got off on it. Of course, Buffy probably wasn't the best person to get that kinda stuff from, but still, she should know. Maybe he has issues with being on top- vamps are supposed to have superiority complexes, always need to be callin' the shots. He mighta loved B, but seemed like she was the dom in their relationship. I can't see Spike dealin' well with that.
Spike stalked towards the couch, reaching it in a few seconds. He grabbed Faith's arm and jerked her to her feet with his right arm, holding out the shirt with his left. "Put this on."
Faith looked at the determined set of his jaw and sighed inwardly. Really don't think letting him tell me what to do is gonna improve his attitude any. I mighta said I'd be his bitch, but a girl's got limits. Yeah, sometimes I like it a little rough, but I'm the goddamn Slayer. My destiny is to kick vampire ass, not the other way around. "Fine." She jerked the shirt out of his hand and glared at the hand still clutching her arm. He released her but didn't back away.
Faith smirked. He wants to stand there pretendin' to be tough? I can use that. She held the shirt back out to him, and he looked down at her questioningly. "Help me into it, since you've decided to regress so far."
Spike rolled his eyes but grabbed the shirt and held it out for to put her arms in. She did and turned around, facing him. "Five by five?"
"Yeah. Let me grab my duster and we'll be off." They need anything killed, they can do it theirself. We're as close to the edge as we can be without actually coming- last thing either one of us needs is something to set us off. Soon as we get back here, the two of us are shaggin'. And then I'm kickin' her ass. And then we'll probably shag again. And I'll probably beat her ass again.. Spike was too lost in his fantasy of post-meeting bliss to notice the finger Faith gave him when he walked off to grab his duster. When he returned, she flashed him an innocent smile before heading for the door.
They stepped outside, pausing as Spike pulled on his duster. After they started walking, he offered his arm to Faith. She looked up at him, slight surprise on her face. "What? A bloke can't be polite?"
"Not after he beats and fucks a girl without letting her come, no.” All the shit he pulled, and now he wants to try bein' polite? He wants to do that, he can get on his knees and bite me.
"Fine. Take this as a sign of possession, then." This bloody chit is so soddin' irritatin'. Just being a gentleman, offering her my arm, and she has to make it a big issue like. Just take my bleedin' arm!
"'Fuck are you talking about?" Everything about vamps has to do with possession. 'You're mine,' 'I own you,' 'Nobody else is touching what's mine.' How the hell does walkin' arm-in-arm with someone relate to owning 'em?
"Somethin' sees us walking together. We're apart, not touching, but we smell like each other. They'll know I'm a vamp and you're a human; they'll think I bagged you but can't keep you in control, and they're gonna come try to pick a fight, thinkin' if I can't control a human I won't be any match in a brawl."
"Oh."
"But we're walking arm-in-arm, it's either gonna seem like your my human 'pet' and I'm takin' you out, or I'm taking you back to my place, plannin' on eating you, maybe getting a good screw first. We get to the Slayer's house faster, we get back to mine faster. Everyone's bloody ecstatic like."
"Which one is it?" He thinks playing with my body's fun, let's see how much fun I can get outta playing with his head.
"What?" Bloody hell is she talkin' about now?
"Am I your pet, or are you planning on wine and dining me?"
"Probably both. Don't know yet. Now, would you hurry up and take my arm?"
"Fine." Faith hooked her arm over his, and for a few minutes they walked in silence. "B and co. might not be the sharpest, but don't you think they'll notice me wearin' your shirt?"
"We'll tell them yours got demons bits on it."
"And I was at your apartment because?"
"You needed a little sugar." Spike looked her over suggestively as he made the comment.
"Yeah, well, most sugar involves me gettin' off."
They had arrived at Buffy's house by this time, and were standing outside bickering. The windows were boarded up and no sound could be heard from within, but Spike could detect the heartbeats pounding inside the house.
"You wanna get off? Go 'head."
"You want me to masturbate on Buffy's lawn? Are you insane again?"
"No and no. I want you to feel free to come when I'm inside you, pushing you up against that tree over there." He pointed to a tree standing in the yard, partially blocking the window.
"You wanna fuck there? No way," Faith said, amazed, looking at Spike, eyes shining with lust and disbelief.
Spike grinned and grabbed her arm, propelling her towards the tree. He released her and moved his hands to his pants, unbuttoning them and grabbing Faith before she had a chance to do the same. He threw her against the tree and ripped her pants open, sending the button flying. He pulled them down and looked up at her. "Step out of 'em, pet." Faith placed her hands on his shoulders and lifted one leg and then the other. Spike pulled her pants off and dropped them on the ground, then placed his hands underneath her thighs and pulled up.
Faith leaned back into the tree and wrapped her arms and legs around Spike, who braced his hands on the sides of her head and pushed forward, sliding easily into her wetness. He began moving back and forth, slowly for a few strokes and then increasing the tempo, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in, slamming her back into the rough tree bark. Spike looked straight ahead, making eye contact with Faith, but made no move to kiss her, his frenzied pounding preventing her from leaning forward and initiating a kiss.
Wrapping her right hand tighter around his neck and squeezing her legs, Faith trailed her left hand down Spike's chest and under his T-shirt. She moved it up to his right nipple and scraped her fingernail across the small nub, then pinched with the nails of her index finger and thumb. Spike let out a low moan and, with the very small part of his mind that was functioning logically, lowered his head to the lowest part of Faith's neck, nuzzling his shirt out of the way. He licked the small patch of skin before sucking it into his mouth and once again running his tongue over it. He released it and blew lightly onto the gleaming skin. Faith shivered slightly, and Spike vamped out. He sank his fangs into her lower neck and began sucking forcefully, continuing to thrust almost viciously lower down.
Encouraged by his moaning, Faith pinched his nipple and rolled it between the pads of her thumb and finger, squeezing lightly. She gave a harder pinch and Spike's muffled moan drifted up to her. She continued with the pressure, and Spike's pounding became frantic. Wanting him to come, she pressed as hard as she could for several seconds. Spike let out a smothered yell and did, thrusting forward a final time, pinning her hips to the tree with his as his cum filled her. His penis softening, he changed back to his human face, withdrawing his fangs from her neck. He licked roughly at the bite marks to slow the bleeding, and backed away from her, picking up her pants from the ground and wiping his penis on the inside before holding them towards her. He fastened his pants one-handed, not looking at her, while she glared at him.
"I thought I got to come." How self-obsessed is he? It's three for him and zip for me- shouldn't it be the other way around? And did he just wipe his dick on my pants? I'd stake him if I could think of a good cover story to tell the others.
"And I thought I was gonna get a good fuck." If the bitch had just stood there and got fucked like a good little slayer, instead of having to go around squeezing shit, maybe she would have. This wasn't supposed to be interactive. Shoulda been me friggin' her into a tree, then lettin' her get off as a favour. I shoulda been showing her who's on top. Now she's gonna think she's an active participant in this- she's just the submissive bitch. She follows orders and she might get to come. None of this initiating shit. I bloody well hate that word. Initiate. What a fucked-up word. Isn't start good enough?
Faith laughed bitterly. "Like you've had better?" she asked, stepping into her pants, balancing against the tree. "I have. Men who actually got me off." Her pants were pulled fully up, and she zipped them as she spoke. "Girls, too. Anyone ever tell you they'd gotten fucked better by a girl, Spike?"
Spike growled and punched Faith, sending her head crashing into the tree. Wants to tell me she's had better- like hell. Who? Guys she shagged for cash, Xander, prison chicks? I'm the best fuck she'll ever have, and she knows it. Me, though, I've had better.
Faith didn't move, just looked at Spike, daring him to hurt her farther, daring herself to yell and end the whole thing.
Spike grabbed her hair, pulling hard enough to force her to her tiptoes, where she was eye to eye with him. He stepped forward, his forehead touching hers, and spoke. "Bitch. Of course I've had better. I've had Buffy."
Faith brought her knee up, but Spike anticipated her reaction and jumped backwards. He moved forward and pushed her against the tree, his body covering hers. He grabbed her arms and held them overhead with one of his, while the other caressed the bruise forming on her cheek. "Wouldn't do that, pet. Might get you hurt." He pressed firmly into her bruise with his fist, mimicking the earlier blow. Faith whimpered, the sound imperceptible even to her own ears, but Spike heard it and smirked. He released her and stepped back.
"Button up the shirt. I rather like the mark, but I don't think anyone inside would." He moved past her, strode to the door and knocked loudly. Faith hurriedly buttoned the shirt and moved to stand beside him, waiting for someone to open the door.
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