Title: Better
Chapter: 1/1
Author: Pixie Child
Email: glitery_insane_pixie_child@yahoo.ca
Category: Faith/Spike, Buffy/Angel, Faith/Buffy, Faith/Angel, Buffy/Spike, Angel/Spike
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine. I play with other people's toys
Summary: Leather and kinks and talks about Him
Author's Note: Betaing thanks to Insane Vampiress
Warnings: Non con
Spoilers: Season 7


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Do you like this, Spike? Don't bother lying, I can see you do. Do you like it as much as she did? Do you like it as much as when it was her doing it to you? You get off on this sort of thing. Soul or not, you'll never be as good as Him. Human blood still turns you on. Slayer's blood still gets you off. Not like Him.

I saw the look in your eyes, remembering what it was like when I had control of B's body, making promises she could never fulfill. She came close though, the little slut. My little whore. Guess I taught her well. Fucked up little family, aren’t we?

The first time I showed her my side, our side, she screamed his name. Did she ever call you mine? Did her dirty little lips ever pass my name while she was covered in your cum? Or was it His? Did she use you like she used me, knowing she could never have the real thing? Not that He'd ever go for leather and kinks. Because, see, he's much better then that. Better then this. Better then us.

Aww, did that hurt? Do you want him, too? Incest is Best and all that shit.

When I was little, my mother said to make sure the man was always protected. Funny thing though, Spiky, you're completely vulnerable. Not even that sarcastic banter to hide behind; you're so hot with desire. For her or for Him? Or maybe for me. Not that it matters.

Sometimes, I think it was me she wanted, even though it was always His name. She couldn't have ever admitted it, you know. She could have never have admitted how much she got off on being dominated. The chains and whips throughout the night, before running away before anyone could notice she was gone.

Oh, did I touch a nerve? Sorry.

I taught her well.