Title: Distraction
Author: Mac
Email: faith0120jgf@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Faith and Angel come to blows.
~ For Cait Daro ~

She moved her body, moved with the music, writhing with the music. The beat droned through her 'til she felt like she was the music. She could feel everyone around her, feel their stares on her body, she didn't care. When she was lost in the music, she didn't have to worry about anything, she didn't have to care. She could forget about everything and she could be who ever she wanted.

There was no one there who could tell her that she needed to be out Slaying. No one there to make her stop. And that was good. That was how she liked it. She ran her hands up her body, her eyes closed. The men around her tried to push up against her and be with her, but she ignored them. Then she felt the presence; she felt the presence of him. He was going to make her stop and she didn't want to.

Her eyes flickered open and she scanned her eyes around the club. She couldn't see him anywhere. Stupid instincts always saying there was something there when there wasn't.

He watched her as she writhed with the music. He could feel a stirring in his groin, one that he hadn't felt since… Best not to think of that. She was so small and fragile, always trying to put up walls between her and the real world. Her hands moved over her body, a sexual act that set him going. Her eyes suddenly shot open and she looked around the club.

He considered ducking but thought better of it. Her eyes didn't touch him anyway. He watched as she relaxed with the music again and her eyes slipped shut. Her brown hair bounced as she moved, he felt a compelling urge to run his hands through it, to stroke his fingers down the back of her neck. Lower his lips onto hers.

He made up his mind to go over and dance with her. Move his body with hers. He stood up, thoughts roaming through his head. Maybe she wouldn't push him away, maybe she would move with him, accept him. Maybe she would-

"Get the fuck away from me Angel." She stopped and stood in front of him.

"Hey, Faith, I just wanted-"

"I don't give a shit. I'm here on my own having a good time and no one is gonna ruin that." She turned away from him.

He put his hand on her shoulder and she spun around, delivering a punch to his face. He grunted and raised a hand to his face, barely hiding back the demon. He looked up and saw her running out of the club. Calmly, so as not raise the suspicion of the bouncer, he followed her out. As he came out of the door he looked right – No sign of anyone, no smell of her either. He looked left – There, she was running down the road.

He began to sprint after her, not really knowing why, just to talk to her.

"Faith! Wait! Stop! Come on!" He continued to run, a couple of people looked at them weirdly.

They ran into a cemetery, he wasn't really familiar with this one. All the gravestones had weeds growing on them, they were cracked and the writing was impossible to decipher. He watched as she slowed to a halt and turned around to face him.

"What do you want?" She glared, her lips so full and dark.

"I-I'm not sure. I wanna talk." He said, holding his hands up in surrender.

She looked angry. "About what? Look I'm a busy girl, places to go, people to see, energy to burn."

"So that's what you were doing in the club." He smirked. "Burning energy by dancing like that?"

She frowned. "Like what? Why were you spying on me?"

He growled. "I wasn't spying on you. If I was spying, then so was half the club."

She smiled slyly. "So you were looking at me like all those other guys were? Looking at my body? Wanting to have a part of me? Wanting to touch me?"

He was dumbstruck. How can women be so manipulative? "Eh, no... no."

She kicked him with her right leg, catching him unaware, she struck him across the face and he stumbled back holing his jaw. She was on him in an instant; delivering a right hook and then a left hook, he blocked both of them with his outer arms. He thrust his arms outwards, her arms flying out with them leaving her unbalanced he kicked her in the stomach.

She came back with extra fury, she round housed him in the stomach, he grunted and stumbled back. She punched him in the face, making his nose start bleeding. His face vamped, Faith stumbled and fell onto her back, scared.

"Angel?"

He growled in response, diving down to her, she lifted up her legs to protect herself. When he landed on them she propelled him backwards. Whimpering, she struggled to get up, when Faith panics, she freezes. She was at a loss of what to do, if she was gonna stake him, Buffy was gonna stake her. But he could kill her, especially if it was Angelus she was fighting and not Angel.

"Angel! Stop!" Faith felt his hands grapple around her feet; she fell to the ground with a thump, the air knocked out of her. She grasped at anything. Tree roots, grass, but he was too strong and they just ripped from the ground. He pulled her down to him, and he clambered on top of her, still in his game face.

"What's it like to be fucked over, Faith?" He laughed. "Yeah, I was looking at you. I was watching the way your body moved, I wanted to fuck you."

Faith gasped when she felt his erection on her thigh. "Angel! It's not you!"

"It is. I'm just the part of his mind that he doesn't like to admit that he has." He smiled, baring his fangs. "He wants to fuck you too. I made him go up to you. I wanted to move with you, I wanted to feel your small, supple body under my touch. I wanted to feel the life flow through you."

Faith stopped struggling.

"You have a great body. Legs that makes a guy imagine what they must feel like wrapped around his torso while he fucks you 'till you pass out."

Her breathing became slightly ragged.

"Your breasts, so soft." He sighed, his face returning to normal, and his hand cupped her breast, running his thumb over her nipple; she gasped and thrust her chest towards him, trying to get more attention.

"Angel…" She sighed, running her hands through his short hair. Pulling his head down, their lips met in a passionate kiss.

His hands ran up and down her sides as their tongues met, moving along side of one another he slipped into the velvety feel of her mouth.

She could feel him slowly grind himself against her thigh.

"Angel… Angel stop." He moaned and pulled away. He watched as her hands slid down her body she undid the button on her leather pants, and then pulled down the zip. She shimmied them down her hips. He gasped when he realised she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Fuck… you're not wearing any… fuck…"

She kicked them off with her shoes and then folded them and put them under her butt, this way it was more comfortable. She shot him a sexy smile and took his hand and brought it down to her pulsing wetness. They both gasped as his fingers explored her.

"You're so wet…" He buried his face in her neck as he slid two fingers into her tight channel. She arched her hips towards him, trying to push herself harder against his hand. His thumb brushed over her clit, making her cry out.

"Please… oh God… Please…" Her hand moved down and she cupped him through his trousers, God, he was big. He moaned into her neck and thrust his hips against her hand. She fumbled with his zip, slid her hand in and grinned when she realised he didn't have any boxers on either. She wrapped her hand around his pulsing cock, moving it up and down slowly. Her thumb pressed hard down onto the head.

"Faith… shit…" He kissed her neck and instinctively she tensed. He looked up at her. "Don't worry, I won't."

He pulled his fingers out of her wet cunt and thrust them back in again. His thumb rubbed her clit.

"Angel… I need you; inside…" Faith gasped hotly against his ear.

He lowered himself down so he was positioned in-between her legs. "Sure?"

She groaned and her eyes rolled backwards. "Yes! Please… I'm so- OH!"

He rammed into her and she screamed. Her legs wrapped around his back, her hands moved down to his butt, pulling him in further. Her head lolled back. Angel had to fight back the urge to go into game face. She was so tight, hot and wet. He could explode inside her without even moving.

He was so cold! It felt so good, she was so hot and the cold just did it for her. This is was it's like to 'boink' the undead. He kept his face buried in her neck. OK, not the best place to be, but this way if his face did surface she wouldn't see it.

"Kiss me, Angel… kiss me."

He moaned and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue slid into her hot mouth. He pulled out of her, then slowly slid back in, moving his hips in a circular motion, his pelvis creating friction with her clit. He pulled out and again shoved back in, a strangled cry leaving her throat, her body arching up, her head falling backwards against the soft earth.

"You're so hot… God…" He pulled back again and rammed harder into her. She felt his balls slap against her sensitive anus, she gasped each time he rammed his cock back into her hot, tight, convulsing cunt, moaning each time he took it out.

No one had ever filled her so perfectly, he was so big. "Your… so… oh God… Big…"

She heard him growl and wondered if she'd done something when his demon face came out. For some reason she wasn't afraid, she liked the fact that the demon side of him was ramming into her, gyrating his hips against hers.

"Angelus…" She hissed and stroked his face, thrusting her hips more forcefully against him.

He growled. "Fuck…" She ran her hands over the ridges, smiling at him. "Touch yourself… I wanna see you masturbate."

Her eyes widened. If she was Buffy she would've fucked him even when he was psycho, God, who wouldn't want this? He kissed her, his fangs piercing her lower lip, her hand moved down and she ran her index finger over her clit, feeling her walls clench around him as she felt an orgasm build steadily inside her.

"Harder… do it harder…" He growled into her ear, nipping on her earlobe.

Her hand moved back and forth over her hard nub faster, he growled in approval.

"Yeah… like that… make yourself cum, I wanna feel you cum hard." He licked behind her ear, she gasped. Not many people bothered with the sensitive spot.

She continued to rub her clit while he fucked her hard, she wasn't used to being dominated, usually she did the dominating, but this was good. He pressed his lips against hers again and she came, the walls of her cunt clenching and unclenching fervently around his cock, she shuddered and gasped frantically against his mouth. Her eyes wide.

He continued to move into her as she came down from her high. He stayed as the demon, screwing her against the ground. Her hands cupped his ass, pulling him in further, he growled as he felt her walls clench around him. She giggled suggestively.

"Like that, Angelus?" She clenched again and he tore his mouth away from her neck and chest, crying out into the dead graveyard.

"Fuck you…" He gasped, smiling, and bent down to her neck again. He kissed her neck, kissed it and licked it. She became slightly worried.

"I need… shit… I need… need to bite you…" He felt her tense. "I won't kill you… I'll just take a small bit." He continued to thrust hard into her.

"I-I'm not sure…"

He growled and put his hand on her cheek, pushing her to face the other way, his teeth sunk into her neck. Even though she hadn't actually been that aroused he felt her climax again, screaming, her hips bucking against his as he took from her.

His thrusting was out of control, then he stopped, thrust three time in no particular order and came, shooting his cold seed inside her, she groaned from the new sensations. His fangs bit deeper into her neck, stopping when he sensed that she could have no more taken. His game face went away and Angel blinked, unable to believe what had happened. He took her face by her chin and turned her around to face him; she'd passed out.

He knew she'd be OK, in the morning. He felt guilty, but she had enjoyed it. No denying that. He smiled to himself and picked her up in his arms. He dressed her, then zipped himself up. He walked out of the graveyard with her in his arms and headed for his mansion.

End.


"I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins"
- Sarah MacLachlan