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[true_angelus]

I had taken off after Buffy didn't return, I'm sure she caught wind of the trouble she was in for going after Wesley without me. I'd denied her her little playtoy, but that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun, right? Surely. I found myself walking toward Buffy's house, just out of curiosity. I had peeked in the kitchen window as Cordelia made some

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[true_angelus]

I heard the door open and Buffy came in, slamming it shut behind her of course. Moody little fuck. I look up at her oddly as she asks me what Faith is doing here. I'm tempted to throw her ass back outside and have my own way with Faith, but I saw her lean down close to her and ask her if Wesley died. Oh she'd play, she was just being stubborn.

"You done running your mouth?" I ask harshly arching a brow and sit back down in the chair beside the bed. "I bring you a pretty little treat and you still act like a two year old on Christmas morning who didn't get her dolly. Shut your mouth and appreciate or I'll throw your sorry ass back outside to the sun. I bring you a Slayer, Faith, the one you've tried to deny for god knows how long. Enjoy it." I stood up and moved over to where she sat on the other bed, grabbing her up by the arms and wrapping my arms around her tightly.

"Don't be cranky, you're still gonna get disciplined for bringing Wesley home and nearly making a mess of plans." I smiled and kissed her nose. "But... how could I deny you, and me quite frankly, the opportunity to play with Faithy. She's so... yummy." I leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, pulled back and glanced over at Faith.

"Go on then... play with your food." I released her from my grip and took her hand, pulling her over to Faith. "I took the liberty of unwrapping the package, hope you don't mind but she's prettier out of her wrapper." I leaned down and ran my fingertips along Faith's ribcage, loving how she squirmed away from my touch.

[wickedslayer]

This was way too much and I almost wanted to snicker at the display these two were making. They were so damn whipped! Seriously, big bad Buffy and Angelus. How fucking sweet, I almost wanted to gag and yak. It was fucking pathetic. Of course I didnt' actually snicker, because as pathetic as they were I was the one who was naked and tied to a bed.

I pressed my back into the mattress as far as it would go when Angelus ran a finger along my ribs. Unconsciously I shivered at his cool touch. How could B spend so long boning vamps? They were so damn cold. Sorry but I like a warm body wriggling underneath me.

My eyes trailed over to B wearin' her leather pants, tryin' so hard to be like me. This shit was seriously ironic.

"Nice pants." I said sarcastically. "You been raidin' my closet?"

[true_angelus]

I sat there with a smirk as Buffy lit into Faith with her insults, was sort of impressive, she still had a lot to learn about being wicked. The backhand was impressive though, but then she wrapped her hands around her throat and started squeezing.

"Buffy, play nice, we're not gonna kill her just yet." I say as I stand up and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. "I brought her here for you to break in a little bit... go on and have fun, give her a little taste. She's a fabulous pick me up, Slayer blood." I smirk and look down at Faith on the bed, all tied up and nowhere to go, poor baby. Not really. I kissed the back of Buffy's neck, let her go, and moved to the other side of the bed. I sat down and ran my fingers along Faith's thigh.

"It'd be a shame to have such a pretty thing all tied up and just kill her... dontcha think Faithy?" I set my hand on her belly and looked at Buffy. "C'mon, let's play." I reached across Faith and grabbed the knife off the nightstand, grinning evilly at Buffy. I wonder what she'd do with this knife... oh the possibilities.

[wickedslayer]

I coughed hard when Buffy's hands finally left my throat. Couldn't they think of a more interesting way to kill me than strangling me to death? Fuck. Why did they always go for the neck? Sucking in a few breaths I took in the conversation between B and Angelus. They really were kinda funny. I mighta been more amused if they would stop refering to me as their toy and I wasn't tied and naked on the bed.

Angrily I clenched my jaw, seething. The world was out to fuck me over hardcore the way it always had been. Here I was, strapped to the godamn bed while my two heros, the two people I ever counted on debated on how much of a tasty treat I'd turn out to be. Well I was pretty damn tasty, not that they were gonna get a taste.

B had her back to me, glaring at Angelus. I could still feel her cold dead hands gripped around my throat. Could still feel her everywhere and it was pissing me off. I'd already done dead and cold, I didn't need her making me feel that way again. I hated her so much. Angelus had his back to me, goin' on and on about some stupid shit. He really did like to hear himself talk didn't he?

Raising up my knees quickly, I sent both feet flying into each of them. They were both caught off guard and went flying to the floor of opposite sides of the room.

"You had to tie me up to beat me." I snickered, my head turned to Buffy's direction. "Remember that, B? All kinds of ironic, don't you think? Course, I remember that. You two fucked me over, Angel punked out on me. What makes you think he won't do the same exact thing to you huh? Are you sure he doesn't have a soul, still? Do you really think we'd let Angelus wander around for that long? Use your fucking head."

All I had to do was play these two against eachother and hope not to get caught in the crossfire. I figured that would be way more easy than it sounded.

[true_angelus]

After picking myself up from the floor I rolled my eyes at Faith's comments, she was the one who wasn't bright enough to realize that it wasn't Angelus. Stupid little bitch, she wouldn't have lasted a minute. We'd have had Buffy for a snack the instant she was chained up. I shook my head and brushed my pants off, watching and listening as the girls went at it. My lips twisted into a smirk as the knife plunged unexpectedly into Faith's thigh, twisting it sadistically.

"Man... I bet your little knife lust just diminshed a bit, didn't it Faithy? What... that's number two from Buffy? Damn baby sucks to be you." I smirked and grabbed a hold of her ankles, holding them tightly in place to avoid another kicking session. "What, Faithy doesn't like to play cut the baby? You're no fun, really, Slayers tend to get boring the closer they are to death though." I gripped her ankles painfully, feeling the skin and bone under my grasp.

"You feelin' close to death tonight?" I whispered, watching Buffy twist the knife again. "Never thought Buffy would be the one to be doin' this, didja?" I glanced up at Buffy who had a maniacal grin on her face, crazy never looked so pretty.

[wickedslayer]

I clamped my mouth down so I wouldn't scream when she slammed the knife into my thigh. Somehow I knew that one was comin'. Just had to bite down on my tongue to stop from cryin' out. Had to bite the bullet so to speak because I wouldn't give them the fucking satisfaction. When the knife twisted I could feel tears spring to my eyes but I blinked them away, tryin' to concentrate on the ceiling. So much for that plan. But I just couldn't help myself, least if I went out I went out after gettin' a few good licks in.

Not that my plan was totally fucked. I mean, these two had serious issues. I was bettin' I could still play them off of eachother.

Tried to wriggle my ankles out from Angelus' grip but he held onto them tightly and I forced myself to stay still. No more wriggling for these two, the toy was sick of playin'.

"And what do you think he's going to do after he has his little bit of fun, B? Think he's just gonna snap my neck and throw me away. Get real. He's gonna make me just like you. I'm gonna replace you, for the second time. Guy like him? He's not a one slayer guy and you and I both know it. He's not gonna be happy until he has a whole little harem of bitches. You don't think he'll turn on you just cause you're his number one bitch for the moment? Use your fucking head, Buffy. It'll never be enough for him. You know it, and I know it." Maybe it was stupid to provoke the vampire with the knife but I didn't have a better idea.

[true_angelus]

I jerked her legs hard as she mouthed off, talking about things she knew nothing of. I saw through her little game, it wasn't gonna work either. We'd have our way with her, and whatever happens, happens. I let out a smug laugh as the knife pulled from her flesh, the smell of her sweet powerful blood filled the room as it bubbled to the surface and spilled over her thigh. I would have to take that knife sooner or later, otherwise she'd bleed to death, and it was clearly too soon for that.

"Yeah, shut the fuck up." I grinned and watched as Buffy sliced her open, licking at the wound. "Let's just have some fun... c'mon, relax we're not gonna kill you." Yet. I moved my body, laying it to one side of Faith, dipping my finger in the blood and licking it clean.

"Buffy, let me have that knife gorgeous..." I reached across and slowly slide the blade from her hand, dropping it on the floor behind me. "Isn't she delicious when she bleeds?"

[wickedslayer]

I choked back another scream as I felt the knife tear open the scar on that same place she'd stabbed me the first time. What was it with Buffy always stabbing me? Even before she was technically evil she liked to watch me bleed. Bitch. If I could stake her right now, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Brush her dust off my pants and go on my merry little way. Then maybe I wouldn't feel this dull cold ache inside my chest where she used to be.

"I'm alot more delicious when I'm kickin' your ass." I spat at him as he lay beside me on the bed. At least he'd thrown the knife away, not that it really mattered at this point since I was still tied to the fucking bed. My feet were free again. It hurt like hell to move my legs but I could if I had to. Wasn't sure how far it'd get me.

Growing frustrated I yanked hard on the nylon strips wrapped firmly around my arms. If I pulled hard enough the entire fucking bed frame would come apart. That might be fun.

How many times had I wanted to have my way with Buffy or Angel? I was cursin' myself out silently for every single time now. Because this? This wasn't what I wanted. Wasn't the way I'd pictured havin' either of them.

[true_angelus]

I wondered how Faith even thought that she'd kick my ass, after all had I not just totally whipped hers? Who's tied up here? Honestly, someone needed a good smack from the smart stick. I kept my eyes on Buffy, curious as to when she was going to blow the whistle. I really could totally dig having two of them vamped by me, not to mention what that'd do for my reputation. Two Slayers. I smirked and brought my attention back when I saw Buffy's face move towards Faith.

A good little nibble to the neck never hurt a girl, and it certainly made me all shades of happy. C'mon now, two chicks. One tied up all pretty, and the other an insanely hot Slayer vampire. Makes a guy all warm and fuzzy. Her hand grips onto her breast and mouths lock together, you can imagine my smirk when I see Faith kissing her back.

"Now see, this is playing nice." I grin and watch from my birdeye seat, my hand slowly moving over toward Buffy, pulling her on top of Faith. I let my hand wander along Faith's thigh, just watching.

[wickedslayer]

I was about to say something when Buffy's mouth met mine hard, so hard that I could feel her fangs digging into my lips. For a minute I thought about biting her tongue right off, letting blood coat my mouth and run down my throat. She tasted like death and one thing I'd always loved about Buffy was that she was so damn warm. It was a slayer thing, we could survive in a friggin' igloo with the heat we radiated. Now it was just me who was warm.

I was especially aware of it when I found her body suddenly on top of mine, cold skin pressing down where I was all warm. Angelus' hand running down my thigh. I wanted to gag and choke on it, and buck her off of me but I was fightin' a losing battle. Story of my life.

Squirming slightly underneath her, I tried to angle my body so she didn't have access to my mouth but on second thought I didn't want her to start playin' at other games because I wasn't kissing her. So I finally got what I wanted.

Life's a bitch like that.