Title: You Should Have Listened
Author: Mac
Email: faith0120jgf@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set in alternate universe, around season 3. Angel's demon has been unleashed and Faith wants to sort things out. But she makes it worse.

Faith walked into his mansion, not dropping her guard, he could be vicious if she wasn't careful. She could sense him and knew that he was in the house somewhere and knew that she was here. Looking around the main room, she saw that the fire was on – she could feel its heat from here. She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to go over and warm her hands, it was freezing outside.

"Faith."

[Whoa, he is so good looking... that look; the evil one is even sexy.]

She looked up in fear at the tall figure at the door to the bedroom.

"Angel."

"What brings you to my parlour, said the spider to the fly?" Angel gave a half grin.

Faith suddenly wished she hadn't come. "Uh, I wanted to tell you to leave Buffy alone. You fucked her up royally, this time."

"'This time'? Why couldn't I fuck her up royally last time?" Angel laughed.

"Because... I dunno. She's really hurting, Angel, can you honestly say to me that you feel nothing for her anymore?" Faith shrunk back slightly as he walked into the room.

"Nope." He sat down on the sofa.

"You loved her!"

"No I didn't." He kept his voice steady. "I know why she's fucked up royally. Wanna know?" He was beginning to get angry.

Faith wasn't sure if she did. "Yeah."

"Because Angel tricked her into going to bed with him. She wanted it though, she really did, but it was Angel who told her that he was cured. Sad thing was that she actually believed him." He laughed, his head thrown back.

"Why are you talking about yourself in third person?" Faith winced at his laughter. It was too weird.

"Because I am Angelus, he is Angel."

"Angel wouldn't do that to B." Faith crossed her arms, watching the figure on the couch from the door.

"Well, you see it was more like bad timing. See Angel was given this blood by a chaos demon who he thought he could trust, and the blood turned out to be contaminated with cocaine. Angel and drugs don't mix to well." Angel laughed manically again.

"So Buffy decided to visit me while the drugs were going through my system, and I acted so well," Angel laughed. "I would have given me an Oscar!"

"Shut up!!" Faith screamed. "You... bastard."

"She was a great fuck!" Angel stood up and faced her. "Her hips kept on thrusting, I kept pumping. She came, twice."

[Too much info. Waaaaay too much info.]

"You twisted sick pervert!" Faith shouted at him.

"No!" He shouted back. "She wanted it! I didn't force her! She was hurting Faith. I wanted her. She wanted me. So I lied. I'm a vampire and so is Angel. He can't deny what he is supposed to be."

[He's such a pig! How could B ever like this shit?]

"God, I don't know why she still hurts over you. You're not worth it." Faith shrunk back further as he walked over to her, her back bumped against the wall.

"You obviously haven't fucked me." He pressed his body against hers.

"I can kick your ass." Faith frowned; she didn't like the feelings that were running through her system at his touch.

"Why aren't you then?" He grinned at her.

Faith pushed him away and fled from the building, not stopping till she got to B's. What was she gonna say to her?

3 Days Earlier.

"Are you sure?" Giles asked Willow for the umpteenth time.

"Giles I am absolutely positive. It was Angel. No doubt about it." Willow pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

Oz nodded. "Most definitely Angel shaped."

"But it can't be! He was here the other night – Totally normal. Where's Buffy?" Giles scanned the room.

Buffy walked into the library. "Sorry I'm late. I slept in."

Everyone turned around and stared at her.

"What?"

"Eh, Buffy, I eh, think you'd better sit down." Giles gestured to a chair beside Faith.

Buffy glanced at Willow. "You OK Wills? What happened?"

"I'm OK."

Buffy turned to Giles. "What's up?"

"It, eh, seems that we have a large problem on our hands." Giles shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

"What is it Giles?" Buffy persisted.

"If you would wait for-"

"Angel's turned bad boy, B, and he's out for all our blood." Faith blurted out suddenly, then readied herself for a punch from the blonde Slayer. None came. Although Faith knew B had considered it.

Buffy stayed silent and stared at the table.

"He, uh, attacked me and Oz last night. We were lucky that my next-door neighbour was in. Poor Ms Welding almost got a heart attack when she heard us banging on the door." Willow glanced up at Buffy.

"Sorry to be the one to ask this question, but did you know?" Xander looked at her.

"Yes." Buffy whispered.

"And you didn't think to warn us? God!" Cordelia sighed at Buffy and folded her arms.

"He told me it was OK, he said he was cured." Buffy felt the tears welling up in her eyes.

Faith put a hand on her shoulder. "It's OK B."

Buffy broke down and began to cry uncontrollably, she leant into Faith's shoulder, burying her face in her neck. Slowly the rest of them, except Willow left for class.

"God, B, I wish he didn't mean this much to you." Faith whispered to the other girl, thinking how much she was gonna kick dead boy's ass.

"He suh-suh-suh said that it was safe..." Buffy sobbed, pulling herself away from Faith.

"What happened?" Giles asked.

"Does she really look like she can answer that question now?" Willow angrily looked up at him.

"S'OK Wills, I'm gonna half to answer it sooner or later." Buffy wiped her eyes. "I went to his place and we were on the sofa, talking, and he started to kiss me. Things kinda got... y'know..."

"Hot and heavy?" Faith put in.

"Yeah." Buffy nodded. "I tried to pull away, but he said that he was cured, that he made friends with a gypsy who said that he could only lose his soul and then regain it again and that he couldn't lose it again, even if he had one moment of pure happiness and bliss. So we made love." Buffy burst into fits of tears and again collapsed onto Faith, who stroked her hair.

"When he turned mad... I began to cry. I couldn't believe it had happened again." Buffy sobbed and tried to compose herself. "So I ran."

Giles nodded thoughtfully. "OK, but why did Angel say that to you?"

"Maybe a gypsy did say that to him, but she was messing around with him." Willow offered.

"That could be true." Giles sighed. "Can you do the spell again?"

Willow shook her head. "I'm not sure, I'll have to find the right spell and ingredients... it's gonna take a while."

"How long's a while Red? We can't have a serial killer on the loose for six months while we wait for you to cure him the hard way." Faith glanced at Buffy.

"So what are you suggesting Faith? That we kill him? Not gonna happen, not while I'm alive."

"B, the bastard lied to you! He said he was cured! What does that say to you?" Faith tried not to raise her voice.

"Faith it might not have been his fault, he might have really believed that he wouldn't have lost his soul!"

"The chance's of that are very slim B, you know that!" Faith shouted at her.

"No Faith!" Buffy stood up and walked out of the library.

Faith watched her leave then turned back to Willow, who glared at her. "What?"

Willow just shook her head and shot her a 'look' and walked out.

Faith looked up at Giles. "You agree with me right?"

"I'm not sure, Faith, we should really wait until we know more." Giles cleared his throat, nervous under Faith's glare.

"Bullshit, Giles, and you know it." She glared at him. "Just because he's friends with you and you trust him doesn't make him 100% safe. He could have been fucking around with you ever since you all thought Willow had turned him again!" Faith stood up and left the library.

Giles gave a huge sigh and walked into his office. Could she be right?

Present.

Faith knocked on Buffy's door.

"Faith? What are you doing here?" Buffy asked feeling tempted to slam the door in her face.

"I, eh, went to see Angel." Faith whispered.

"Why?" Buffy was now pissed off.

"To tell him to leave you alone from now on."

Buffy gave her a sour look. "Thanks Faith, but I think that I can look after myself since I am the proper Slayer."

[Bitch. That was low... real low.]

The hurt on Faith's face was visible, even in the dark but it was gone as soon as it came. "Look B, I was just caring for you. Next time you get hurt by some dick I won't give a shit." She turned to leave down the drive.

"Faith – wait... look I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." Buffy put her hand on the other girl's shoulder.

[Yes, oh yes you did.]

"Whatever B." Faith shrugged off her hand.

[Stop pretending you care...]

"I thought you might want to know why Angel said that shit to you." Faith raised her eyebrows.

"I do."

"Well, some chaos demon, who he thought was his friend gave him some blood and it turned out to totally contaminated with cocaine and well, Angel went slightly psycho as a result." Faith finished and looked up at Buffy.

"Thanks Faith, for telling me. I guess we just have to wait for Willow to get the spell together."

"Yeah, good night." Faith began to walk away.

Buffy closed the door.

She kicked the demon in the stomach, sending it stumbling back a few paces, not much, but it was enough for her to squeeze through him and the wall. She grabbed his shoulder blades and threw him against the wall. Head first. He grunted and slumped to the floor. She bent down and picked up the sword she had brought with her and raised it and then slid it down it to his back and through his heart.

"Well, that was satisfying." Looking around she noticed that she was near Angel's mansion. That demon led her up here. Goddamn it! She should have known! This was probably a trap and if she didn't get away from here quick enough she would be-

[Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!]

"Not as satisfying as this is gonna be." She spun around and Angel was standing by some trees holding out a long sword.

"Oh yeah!" Faith grinned and ran over to him, lifting her sword she aimed for his head, but he raised his and their swords met with a clang of steel. They continued to hurl blows at each other, Angel managed to cut Faith's leg, when he managed to get his sword under hers and he flicked it out of her hands.

[Shit, run!]

"OK, so maybe I should have taken those sword fighting practices with Giles and B." Faith mumbled, backing away from him.

"Actually, this isn't a fair fight." Angel threw his sword out to the side and then stopped in a fighting stance. Faith wanted to run... she didn't want to fight she wanted to go home, anywhere but here! Since he was blocking the only exit the only way to go was to run into the house. She turned and ran, hearing Angel curse behind her.

She ran through the main door, he was so close she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her leg was cut, so she wasn't able to run fast enough to get away from him and Angel caught up with her from behind and pushed her down to the ground.

"Your blood smells sweet, Faith." He fell down on top of her body; his hands clutched her wrists making sure she wouldn't move.

"No! Get off of me!" She cried out and began to buck underneath him, trying to get him off.

"Sorry Faith, but the ball's in my court now, I get to call the shot." Angel laughed into her ear, sending shivers up and down her spine.

"Angel! Get the fuck off of me now!" Faith screamed, trying as hard as she possibly could to get her arms free. She even tried to head butt him but he wasn't close enough and his head was at an angle.

"Hey babe, I know you don't really mean that." Angel licked her neck and she whimpered.

[That's weird, I don't whimper – I never whimper. It was out of fear, no other reason... just fear.]

The fact that she might actually have the hots for a vampire freaked her out big time. It went against everything anyone ever told her about vampires. But then again when did she ever give a shit about what people told her?

"Wanna bet, dead-boy?" She hissed.

"I can smell your arousal from here, I think that means I win the bet, huh Faith?" he answered her in a low sexy voice that did more then make every hair stand up on end.

She sighed, her struggling slowing. "You're a walking corpse – Why would I want you?"

"Careful what you say Slayer," his arm moved around the front of her head, holding neck up. "A twist in the wrong direction could prove to be quite fatal for you."

He removed his arm and placed his hand on her back. The touch made her stop; his hand rounded her back and cupped one of her breasts, then moved down her body. When he reached her hips he pulled them up, so her butt was raised.

She heard him growl. "I wanna fuck you."

Faith gasped and began to struggle again. "No you don't!"

He let out a low moan. "If you could see yourself in this position," his eyes roamed her body; she could hear his breathing become more erratic. "You'd wanna fuck you too."

"God, Angel." Faith gasped as he slipped one hand between her legs, pulling it back and forth for a few seconds then pulled it back out. He rose up over her, holding her upper body down with one of his hands. With the other he pulled down her leather pants and gasped when it was revealed that she didn't wear panties.

He slid two fingers into her tight pussy; she sighed and pushed back against his hand making him groan.

"I thought you didn't want this..." Angel growled as Faith pulled back and then slid back onto his fingers in a slow thrust.

"I don't." Faith whispered. "It's so wrong."

"Why? Because of Buffy?" He watched as Faith twitched her hips and his finger rubbed off her g-spot.

"Oh, yeah."

"I don't belong to her, Faith. I can fuck who ever I want and so can she." Angel slid his fingers out and moved them forward and rubbed her clit.

"Oh God, shut up and fuck me." Faith sighed and felt her wetness drip down her thighs. Angel's head seemed to cloud over as all rational thought went out the window. She shivered in anticipation as she listened as his zipper was slowly pulled down. He groaned as his aching cock was released.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna fuck you so hard..." Angel growled as he moved his hips so his cock was at her entrance. Faith gasped and pushed back slightly, taking the head of his cock into her pussy. Angel growled and roughly thrust the rest of the way in. Faith arched her back and screamed, her whole body shuddered from the sensations.

"You're cold... I didn't know... oh God..." Faith sighed and rotated her hips, making Angel gasp and sigh.

He pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. From the angle which Faith was at, her butt was in the air but her upper body was being held down, she didn't have any control over the thrusts. She'd never been fucked like this, she was usually in control. It made a nice change. His hand moved up her body and under her top. He pulled roughly on her nipples making her cry out.

"Angel!" He pinched again, and again after a while they had begun to get sore when he stopped.

"You're my bitch Faith. I fuck you over, and I always win." He was breathing hard and each word was an effort. She was so hot and tight.

"You've obviously never been fucked by me, dead boy." Faith grinned and pushed back against his hand, and he pulled his cock out of her as she turned around in his arms. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him to the ground. She smiled down at him while she pushed herself down onto his cock.

His back arched off the ground and groaned, his face vamping.

"Angel, change back, I don't like it when you're like this." Faith shuddered as she looked at his ridges.

"Oh hey babe, c'mon, I'm always like this inside. Get used to it on the outside." He sat up with her, feeling her legs wrap around his back. She raised herself up and down, in quick thrusting motions, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone.

"Hard Angel, push harder... yeah... oh yeah..." Angel gave small short thrusts hitting her most deepest spots. Her head fell back as his hands ran over her body, his nails digging into her skin. Hard enough to draw blood. Hard enough for him to smell it. It was so weird having something so cold inside her, it was amazing. She wrapped her legs tighter around his abdomen, her eyes widening as he began to thrust against her harder. She could sense him loosing himself, loosing control of whatever sense he had left.

"I know what you think about when you look at me Faith, you want me." Angel thrust into her, making her gasp.

"Fuck you Angel."

"I bet you were so pissed when you found out that I fucked Buffy. You wanted to have me, you thought why does that bitch have everything? Why does she have the friends and the support and you have nothing?" He swallowed hard as Faith leant down and kissed his neck, nipping it gently.

"I don't care about B." Faith whispered, dragging her teeth over his skin, leaving a red mark.

"She doesn't wanna share her life with you Faith. I do. I care. Stay with me." He ran his hands over her body, they seemed to touch everywhere. She watched his face wearily, still afraid. But wasn't it fear that made life exciting?

When she was 13 she had been caught drinking in a field by the police. She ran immediately and got away from them. It had been amazing having the adrenaline rush through her body as she hopped the walls and ran as fast as she could. It was why she loved fighting the vamps, kicking the shit into them gave her a high that nothing else could. Fear heightens people's senses made them more aware, made Faith feel hot.

Maybe that was why when she saw him growl and open his mouth, baring his fangs to her, she got more aroused then afraid. He slipped a hand between their bodies and fingered her clit. Then buried his fangs deep into her neck. It was nothing like she'd expected. It turned her on beyond belief and she felt an orgasm rush through her body. It was a violent orgasm, shaking her whole body and her inner walls contracting so fast around his cock, he grunted and immediately shot his cold cum inside her. He thrust one last time, as hard as he could, and she came again. Not as hard as the first time, but it still rushed through her body and made her limp and weak. He took his teeth out of her neck and kissed her mouth deeply, his tongue pushing in and seeking out her own. She ran her fingers through his short hair. He picked her up and brought her into the bedroom, laying her down gently on his bed.

He got into the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her. She drifted off into sleep, her breathing coming regularly.

"I care."

End.

"In the arms of an Angel, may you find some comfort here."
- Sarah McLachlan