Fic: Me Too: Act 3: Rated: M, Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Fic: Me Too" Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Title: Me Too: The Teaser
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Author: Strange Bint
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Rating: Mature 18 and over only!
Pairings: Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith Fuffy, Spuffy, Spangle, Spaith
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Note: You’ll love this fic if you’d like to see what a future “canon” foursome would be like. Takes place after the comic, BUT if you don’t like the comic it won’t ruin anything, promise. Spoilers for all seasons and to Comic # 32. Also, I’m building to the dirtier stuff. Holiday fic, future fic, mutiple partner
Summary for this Chapter: Spike has some time alone with Buffy and Faith: She was so-so like this. Bending him about. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It never was. He was the one that made them lose it all. Spike was the man; the monster; the poet. Spike was supposed to take care of her, give to her, keep her safe and happy, moaning, shaking happy, joyous. It wasn't her that was to do it for him. He'd have to tell her this as soon as his body stopped humming like a tuning fork.
Spike had to act fast here. He had to be the big strapping hero. It was not going to be easy and he wished he could enjoy the bloody challenge but he wouldn't. Buffy was sleeping soundly against his right side her slightly turned up nose breathing on his chest. It would be like old times, having a cuddle before the final Sunnydale battle, if they weren't both starkers and Spike's wife wasn't at his left side.
It wasn't like old times with Faith. Still everyday was something new. Faith wasn't pressed against him. Faith was on her stomach to sleeping. Her arm with the tribal tattoo reached out to hold his hand as if she needed him as a tether to not float out down the mountains of Turkey. She hadn't needed a tether in ages, at least literally. Spike remembered the nights Faith could no longer sleep on her stomach and they'd watch Conan O' Brian. She would laugh loudly at every joke to make an excuse for her utter joy. And this wasn't bullshit "destiny" joy it was real true joy. She would balance bowls of popcorn on her stomach and make the same jokes about how no one in the house would ever live on popcorn. No, they would live on Life cereal, pop-tarts and Starbucks- the good stuff.
Faith and Spike would tease each other about how badly they had both been raised up: him imprisoned by class and repression, her by class and brutality. It wasn't how Faith knew things that amazed him; it was what she understood. She would tease him about nannies, boarding school, and being a mama's boy because she needed even more an excuse to laugh in joy. He'd tickle her and spill the popcorn. He would rub her feet, her legs put his hands all over her voluptuous body; he'd drag his head against her belly. He would be inside her glorious beautiful glow, and no, he didn't want to come out. Then he'd rub her temples and that made her sleep. And Faith wasn't just perfectly happy with that. She was brilliantly over the moon. For the first time Spike did not mind sharing her one bit.
Then of course, The Bitch came back who didn't want to share Faith at all. How all those morons love to say The Bitch was evil and death en carnet and all that rot. Bullocks! For all her ancient raw godly power The Bitch was nothing more than Angelus with a cunt. Then came the other nights Faith couldn't sleep on her stomach or in any other way. Spike had been a fool to think he had lost her. Didn't she always come back fighting and loving? Her best trick was to disguise the latter as the former, but it was by far not her greatest strength.
Spike eased his way out of Buffy's grasp without waking her. Her hair was a mass of golden tussles long but layered but not like the stupid way she had it back then. No matter how she cut her hair it was always a complete mess during sex. Buffy was completely radiant. He covered her naked body up with the bed sheet he had put on this morning. And yes, Spike would be ready to take all of her wrath when Buffy came out of this spell angry. He still loved her of course.
Spike turned to Faith whose dark hair fell perfectly around her face. The Fig was supposed to make her beyond beautiful and completely irresistible. Spike never saw her as anything else. She opened her bee-stung lips and snored. She was perfect, the greatest object of desire that ever lived because she was not an object; Faith was a force. Spike had to be strong and protect her in this spell now. He would do the difficult things.
For starters he would let go of her hand and wake them both up.
"Spike," she said quietly as she opened her eyes, "I was having the most wicked awesome dream. We were all in this bed. The three of us. I dunno if I can talk about it. It-it couldn't be real."
"Love, it is real" he whispered, "That wasn't a dream. Buffy is really here in our bed. We're in the middle of a spell and she can't hold back how much she wants and needs you. Of course, Mr. Destiny, the Slayer slaughterer, had to show up too. But, it's okay. You forgave him, forgave yourself. So, it can be all over now. But--"
"Dude, how high do you think I am? I'm not your crazy wanna-be Vampirella ex. I know what's real. Like you're really condescending."
She was making little circles up the inside of his arm inside the pattern of his veins where the blood flowed with his now beating heart. He shut his eyes. Without Faith Spike would not be alive. He opened his eyes to her. She smirked at him like she wanted to have a good tongue sparing. He could do that. He could do that right well. Spike lived to please her, and as luck would have it pleasing her brought him perfect happiness.
"Condescending am I?" he drawled, "It seems like you like that sort of thing. I guess it has to come from a big bruiting hulk that has no idea how to take care of you."
He crawled over her smirking. He put his face as close as he could get to hers without touching. This wasn't as easy as it seemed while on The Fig. Not touching would build their high and desire for each other.
"C'mon, you were there. He took care of me pretty damn good," Faith said.
She was still trying to bait him as if she would ever really want Angel in real life on the ground with her. Faith was a girl that knew how to use Angel; she floated the big man above and below as she needed.
"and as far as the big thing-" Faith continued.
"He may have been the tuning rod that started it all for you, but, I set the rhythm that made you fly," he said.
"You're really sure of yourself and your fucking poignant metaphors," she said as she crawled out from under him with that teeth-bared smirk.
"Yeah, I really am," he said. He really was. There was just one thing he wasn't sure of.
"There's just something I have to do. I have to tell you and B--"
"You really think you can play this mind and body by building my high by not touching me?"
"Figured that out did you?" his face ached with a sudden smile.
"Heh. You may've feed on kids for centuries and all that," she said, "But, I got my freakin' doctorate in cock teasing before I could drop out of high school and I had this body. Do you really think you can keep from touching me?"
Faith was crawling away from him with her ass in the air looking back at him with those defiant dark eyes. Weakness and lust came out of his gut.
"It's a very important thing I have to tell-" he began his voice coming out like a weak little man cornered in an ally.
His Slayer wife pounced on him like he was one.
"I know you can't keep from touching me, but I'll just save us time," she said and kissed him with her big clover-tasting lips.
God! His Slayer wife. Spike trembled and moaned like the first time Faith kissed him. If he wasn't flat on his back his knees would have buckled again. His cock was so stiff it almost parted her cunny's lips on its own. Balls! Cock and balls, really. Spike couldn't resist her.
"Saving time is important," she said with her amber window glass eyes flashing pain, love, lust, "Learned that when we traveled through and-and when I saw into parts of it that'll never exist."
"I--we have -" he still had to try.
"And I don't want to hear your sentimental bullshit about how we have time and we'll grow old together. I mean, we have the time now to be alone with this awesome spell. I'm guessing big daddy is having intimacy issues but he can't leave here until this spell is done, right?"
"Rig-Yes!" he sputtered as she bared down on him, squeezing his cock with her Slayer cunny. He opened his mouth wide when she kissed him.
"Love, I gotta tell you some-" he exhaled when she left his mouth.
"Mmm. You have to tell me somethin'? Do ya? Like what? You and Angel used to do this spell with you vampire ho's, and do terrible, horrible nasty ass things and almost fuck each other to death?" she said as she licked her lips and moved forward, breasts bouncing.
"Ung! Yea," he managed to say.
"You think I'd let that happen? You think I'd let you boys just lead along young Betty and not be a good nasty Veronica?" she said and then she sat back on his cock and grabbed his nipples, "You don't think I can take what you threw at your vampire ho's?"
Spike really wasn't thinking anything accept pleasure, pain, beauty. He heard himself yelp as she twisted his nipples. Then she began riding him hard.
"You think I wanted to do this spell alone with you to get all sentimental and say some cheesy bullshit like 'I'm so in love with you. I know I lost everything but I'll still give you anything, fucking anything.'"
She said it all so mockingly he knew it was all true.
"Maybe I did," she breathed, "Or maybe I did it so I could up my game even more. Which one sounds more like-"
"Faith!" he said. Oh God! This was so bloody…She was so-so like this. Bending him about. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It never was.
He was the one that made them lose it all. Spike was the man; the monster; the poet. Spike was supposed to take care of her, give to her, keep her safe and happy, moaning, shaking happy, joyous. It wasn't her that was to do it for him. He'd have to tell her this as soon as his body stopped humming like a tuning fork. Oh bloody hell! Yes, he was a tuning fork. No! No! He'd have to tell her this now through all the mind-bending pleasure. And as if she wasn't spinning his brain and blood enough he heard her whisper:
"You think I'd hurt you like her? Like him? You think I'd let anyone touch you if you didn't want it? I'll have them worshipping your balls before this is over. It's the least I can do if since I can't give you what I was supposed to."
He could barely hear her. She almost mouthed the words in his ear before her tongue wiggled in it. No! Ohgodyes! But no! He was the sodding man, damn it! And it was him who wasn't going to let anyone hurt her! He didn't want anything in return either, but he was getting a whole hell of a lot, wasn't he? Spike had everything. He had Faith and all he wanted was to give her everything. He'd tell her all this, he would with his body on fire and in a heaven he didn't know he could reach before her.
"You---my wife. Want you, love you-" was what came out of him.
That wasn't enough. He was just bloody moaning when he tried to say more. But, that seemed to be enough for Faith because she was moaning and shaking too as she was on top of him. He pulled her lower half down and gently sucked and licked at her nipples as he bucked under her wildly. It was just like the first time when they had done it years ago. She was less hollowed out but still less whole then. Oh his precious Faith. So glowing with her heart shaped face, full lips that opened into a sideways crescent and then a full moon before she was about to come.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Baby! God! Spike!" she said in her coming voice that was a little higher.
Spike and Faith were a little higher. They were flying! Everything was going into hot white pleasure. Could it be that-
Spike felt a firm hand around his foot and it tugged at him with such force he was sent hurtling down. He grunted as he landed hard on the bed.
"You're grounded for waking me up," a cutting singsong girl voice said.
"Bloody hell, Buf-" Spike began. Buffy had that predatory look as she looked over him and for once he found it jarring.
She covered his mouth before he could finish. She even covered his nostrils.
"You've been making enough noise," she said as she got on top of him, "What's with the two of you anyway? Haven't you done it before today? You haven't, have you?"
Buffy had a hold of his cock like she would choke it. He'd find Buffy's denial about him and Faith adorable if it wasn't so incredibly daft. Spike and Faith shared a house and a bedroom. They were wearing bloody wedding rings! Spike wanted to tell Buffy how she was being as blind as a baby mouse but she had her super Slayer hand over all of his openings that made sound. Plus, Faith hadn't wanted Buffy to know about them until it was right, but the time seemed bloody right.
"Hey, B Saint Marie," Faith said as she floated down behind Buffy looking flustered, "He needs to breathe these days."
She said it casually in that "duh" kind-of-tone, but Spike could here the tiny cut in her voice. It was really all right. Spike could handle himself. Still, Faith grabbed Buffy's arms and pulled her hands back from Spike and he did gasp for breath with a little relief. Right, bloody breathing an annoying human habit.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Buffy said as she stroked Spike's forehead, "And how are you all human and strong with the Sean Connery thing? I mean Sean Connery with the awesome aging, not James-Bond-slapping-women-thing."
"Long story and good bone structure," Faith answered.
"And I do the James Bond thing on occasion. But, it's more the Daniel Craig reality tortured thing, I'm afraid," Spike said as he sat up his voice thick from an almost-super-come.
Buffy was sort of in his lap now while Faith got up and put the sides of her hair up.
"Oh my God!" Buffy said as she stroked Spike's hand with his wedding ring, "Don't you just love Daniel Craig! Whenever I'd get lonely I'd think of him all-tortured. Sometimes literally after he was all tortured with his balls. Poor him, but then when he was healing he told the girl how he could make her come with just one finger. Oh!"
It was clear what Spike had to do here. There were just too many comments that could be made, so Spike just stuck his finger in Buffy's cunny. Faith made the comment:
"I always knew you were a freak, B," Faith said, "But I'm not letting you torture Spike's balls
Spike watched Faith as he fingered Buffy. She put her silk Japanese robe on, the blue one. She looked stunning, but she liked the pink one better. She held the pink one out in front of her and then put it across Buffy's shoulders.
"I never did tha-Well, a little that one time. But, what do you have to be so tortured about now, Spike?" Buffy asked with her eyes closed, "It's not still me, is it? Spike I-Oh!"
He cheated and put two fingers inside of Buffy now.
"No, it isn't you," Spike said and he looked at Faith as she held Buffy's shoulders.
"Oh good!" Buffy moaned, "You-you haven't done anything w-wrong? Like killed peo-Oh!"
"No worries, B. Spike is tortured by other people's fuck ups. Not his," Faith said.
"No! I'm-I'm tortured by--I'm barely tortured anymore," Spike said as he looked at Faith, "In fact, most days I'm downright happy."
"Oh! Good! Good!" Buffy said.
She was trying to lean back and open Faith's robe and suck on her breasts again, but she couldn't angel it right. Spike knew Angel was back. He didn't need to see him. He knew Angel was in the room, hard, and watching. It only reminded him of all that needed to be done. But, it could wait. Spike was always the one to take care of everyone during a Fig spell. The high didn't cloud his mind, but there were many ways to take care of Slayers. Now he could do it the best way.
"In fact, I know how you Slayers can take away my torture and give me pure moments of happiness and no one will have to be hurt at all," Spike said, "You'd like that wouldn't you, Slayer?"
"Oh yeah!" Buffy said with her eyes welded shut. She was so weak for his fingers and his talking. It barely mattered what he said.
"You're such a dick!" Faith said and laughed. She was the one where everything Spike did mattered. Faith noticed everything, like that Angel was back and Spike's last comment was a bit for him.
"Yeah and you love it," he said, "Come here, wifey."
"Shut-ah!" Faith said as Spike opened her robe and rolled on top of her and into her while never taking his dancing fingers out of Buffy.
"Don't fuck this," Faith warned biting her lip in pleasure, "It's delicate."
"Oh, I know it's delicate, love, but I will fuck it," he said as he gently pushed all the way into his wife and circled his fingers in Buffy.
He positioned Buffy so she could get her mouth on Faith's nipple and both Slayers let out a gasp. Spike grinned feeling a little evil. This was good for his soul.
"Fuck it good!" Faith moaned gripping his arms.
"Oh I will! Have more experience than anyone here," he said.
He allowed himself to feel Faith's cunny tighten around him, but he didn't get lost in it. He could hear Buffy moaning through the sloppy slurping of Faith's breasts.
"No," he chided gently tapping Buffy on the head, "She's a woman. Not a bloody milkshake. Kiss them softly like you want to get to know them first. Good. Then suck on one gently while licking. Right. Well, don't make the other one jealous switch. And don't bloody pinch her. She doesn't like that. She's not you. She'd never complain but she's much more sensitive than you. Such a fast learner, you are Slayer. Right, she likes that, see. Circles just like you like circles up in here and she love them, loves them with my cock. Big strong gentle circles in her beautiful super cunny. Oh yeah! Then you add a little pressure and a little more. If she shutters you take the pressure back and tease. Oh!"
He went silent for a few beats, or more than a few, because Faith started squealing and Buffy was moaning and Faith would slip him little kisses and then she'd slip them to Buffy who was biting his arm. He could feel Buffy's clit rock hard against his fingers about to explode. Faith's cunny was snapping and twitching with his cock in it. He let it go on for as long as possible.
"And," his voice came out like a whisper, "When you can't bloody wait anymore you put the pressure on. Rush it on, Slayers. I love you, so much. You bloody love each other and it's time I made you both come to that."
Spike was deep the delicious wet tightness of Faith as her gleeful squealing mixed with his moans. Buffy dug at his arm with her fingernails as she came in a warm flood at his hand. Faith reached up and gripped the back of his neck while he came.
"And, that's how we do it. Two Slayers no waiting," he grinned as he collapsed on Faith.
"Oh great," she sighed, "Now the asshole is gonna brag forever."
Spike kissed her and rolled her on top of him.
"Not forever," Buffy said, "He's human now, so probably for the next forty years."
"Forty," Spike tried to sound offended, "How old do you think I am now?"
Then he noticed Faith's brow wrinkle with stress.
"It doesn't matter," he said, "You can't get rid of me. If I die I'll just come back from the dead again to brag."
"True that," Faith said and smiled now. Ah, good.
He'd prove to Faith he wouldn't leave her. He'd always be with her ready to prove how he loved her and tell her how bloody amazing she was. If only he could stop getting tired. Pleasing two Slayers after getting ridden by one seemed to take it out of him a bit.
"What's the matter, Spike? Tired?" Angel smirked as he leaned in the doorway.
Balls! It was never good when the corners of Angel's mouth went up. There was so much Spike had to do. He had heroic duty he had gotten distracted from. Hell! He was only a man.
"Angel!" Buffy exclaimed, "Where did you go? You just left again."
"You seemed like you did okay without me," he said to her, "And I wasn't the last person here to leave someone while they were sleeping."
Wow, he really was a bloody dick. He couldn't just say: I was wanking off in kitchen because I'm a big bad vampire with a scary evil libido that doesn't need to sleep as much as you and I was having urges to molest you all in your sleep. No, Angel couldn't say that, could he? But, Spike was too distracted to care.
"There's something I have to do," Spike said as he sat up with Faith in his lap, "Come with me."
"You know I'd go anywhere with you, Brit. It's kinda my thing," Faith said and she got up off his lap and they walked toward the bedroom door.
"Kinda your thing?" Buffy questioned, "So, you've been following him around the world?"
Okay, Spike had it with this.
"Faith and I-" he began.
"--work well together," Faith said, "We met up in Boston by accident and decided to run a few missions together. And ya know, once ya do that you get common enemies. You know how it goes."
Except that wasn't really how it went at all. Spike had followed Faith to Boston because he realized she was The Slayer with the best head on her shoulders that he could stand being around without wanting to die. He didn't have any feelings for her at the time. Spike just wanted something new and he knew she at least liked cracking demon skulls. In the beginning, Spike felt like cracking her skull a lot with how stubborn and snide Faith was, but once he stopped listening to all of that and really hearing Faith and seeing her, it was all over for Spike. Spike vowed to himself that he would never tell Faith he was in love with her because he knew that would scare her away. Luckily, Faith liked to prove him wrong and now here they were, lying about being married so Buffy wouldn't have a bad trip in the sex spell she crashed. It would almost be fun if not for…
"You can't take Faith away from us," Angel said getting in Spike's path, "She's The Center and we're in this too. Saving your ass. C'mon, Spike. Even you have to admit if you took her somewhere with only your weak selfish lust you'd kill her. Starve her. Feed off of her. I-I can't let you do that. She's too important."
Angel was touching Spike's wife. His fingertips grazed along her collarbone and onto her robe. He was looking at her like she was a walking prime-rib. Spike's fists clenched. He could feel his blood racing through his head.
"Relax, Ang," Faith said, as she pushed Angel back gently and squeezed Spike's hand.
Oddly, those two words made Spike relax too. Well, Angel was right about one thing: Faith was The Center of the spell. So, if she was relaxed so were they, but Faith wasn't "too important" because of some bloody spell or because she was needed for some grander purpose. Faith was essential at every moment and Spike was no longer with the rest of the fools that didn't realize it. God! He really wished her could beat Angel senseless. But if he started that under this spell it wouldn't lead anywhere good.
"Spike just has to pee and so do I," Faith said.
Yes, that was the first thing.
"Oh man, me too," Buffy said.
So, that was how Spike found himself standing over the soft blue bowl in the lu with Buffy Summers who looked fetching in Faith's pink silk robe. Never mind she was laughing so hard that she was holding her stomach while Spike's wife telling him:
"Do it. Do it. Do it!" as she held his suddenly shy cock over the bowl.
Oh, the high-pressure situations a hero must face. Luckily, this was one that didn't happen everyday.
"Like I've been saying: when you hold it, it gets hard and then I can't go," Spike said.
"New human Spike has performance problems in bathrooms. It makes sense," Buffy said and laughed.
"It is not a bloody performance problem!" he said, "It's the opposite of one because she's making me hard. Right after I just had several go's by the way, and why would it make sense that I would have performance problems in a bloody l--. Oh, right."
Spike got way too forceful with Buffy in her bathroom. He'd almost forgotten and now he was pissing. Faith had let him go and went over to Buffy.
"B," Faith said softly, "Past is past. We don't need to get into it and ruin our trip, okay?"
"You're a lovely Center, Faith," Spike said, "But you're wrong. There are some things we do have to remember, or I do anyway. You know how Angel keeps insisting that this spell is dangerous. Well, it is, for him."
He gave the girls a serious look and then realized he had to piss a little more. This wasn't the way he pictured delivering this news to them, but he had to tell them sooner than later. Luckily, Angel had no desire to follow them into the bathroom. Human functions disturbed him now.
"All that bullocks he's saying about how I would kill you or hurt you on this spell. Well, I won't. I wouldn't. That's him. I suppose you both figured out now that he and I did this spell when we were soulless vampires with Dru and that bitch of his. Anyway, I never hurt a fly on this spell. I just want to make everyone come lots and take care of them like a mother bird, or something more masculine. Actually, when I was soulless I'd run out and grab the nearest live bodies I could find to make sure everyone ate, which I suppose wasn't very nurturing to the people we drained dry, but we were vampires. Anyway, Angelus was just his bloody rotten self on the spell. He'd do his stern father thing, act a little kind for a moment, but then he just wouldn't know when to stop. He'd go too far for us and keep in mind we were the most bloodthirsty evil vampires high as a kite on a spell. Now, I know what you're going to say and-"
"We still haven't gone far enough," Faith said.
Spike whipped his head over to see Faith and Buffy kissing. Blimey! Buffy was coming softly and quietly as Faith just dipped once between her legs. Buffy was sitting on the bathroom counter and Faith was standing. They had their arms around each other now. Okay, this is why Spike could never be the strapping hero he couldn't people to listen to him in groups larger than one. He was very good one on one though and so was someone else.
"Already, B. Damn!" Faith said, "We don't have to go any further if you don't want to. I can just touch you and we can kiss and that's okay. You don't have to touch me."
Spike knew his wife was being sweet, but that sounded like a raw deal to him.
"I've slept with two women," Buffy whispered looking away from Faith and blushing.
"Kissing and being rough on their tits isn't sleeping together in my book, but-"
"I know that!" Buffy's body got rigid and she half pulled away from Faith, but her legs will still open to her.
"I've done everything in your book, okay. Unless your book is really nasty and degrading, which it probably is and-"
"B, if you don't want me, it's five by five. I-"
Spike could see Faith's face in the large bathroom mirror that across the counter and he could see it was not okay if Buffy didn't want Faith. It would hurt Faith like Hell, but she would make it okay like she did everything that hurt like Hell.
"I do want you!" Buffy snapped and then blushed and looked away, "I-I've always kind of wanted you. When we were 17 and you slept in my bed I-for the first time I realized why boys would think those things about my body, and it scared me. You scared me. You're very scary and intimidating!"
She yelled at Faith now.
"I-I meant to be back then," Faith said apologetically, "I was stupid, but now I'm-"
Oh, thank God! Buffy kissed her. Spike couldn't stand it anymore. Faith was never stupid she had been young and scared, and had every reason to be when she first met Buffy. If Faith had started apologizing for whom she had been to get to the amazing perfect woman she was, Spike would've had to say something. Instead Buffy wrapped herself around Faith like a snake and said:
"I don't fuck in bathrooms," commandingly.
Yes, M'am, thought Spike silently. He wasn't going to ruin this with his own tongue in any way or make it better with it in any way, not just yet. Faith walked out of the bathroom with Buffy's legs wrapped around her waste. Angel was right at the door and took one look at the Slayers and smiled.
"Don't touch them," Spike said.
"You know I liked to watch," Angel said, "But, what I really want to do is direct."
"And don't make bloody jokes. They're not funny. If you touch them; I'll touch you," Spike threatened.
He knew Angel would listen. Neither of them wanted to touch each other when they had the best women in the world with them. Faith set Buffy down on the big green reading chair she loved.
"I've only ever wanted to make you feel good, you know," Faith said, "Accept for those times I wanted to make you feel bad."
Buffy moaned with out Faith even touching her. They all did, actually. Faith was so bloody fucking hot.
"Well, this is so cool," Angel said and turned to Spike, "Even you being here can't ruin this."
Once again making the under statement of a century.
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TBC… Two more chapters to go (I think)
Title: Me Too: The Teaser
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Author: Strange Bint
Feedback: Strangelilgrrl75@aol.com
Rating: Mature 18 and over only!
Pairings: Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith Fuffy, Spuffy, Spangle, Spaith
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Page: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/477618/Strange_Bint
Note: You’ll love this fic if you’d like to see what a future “canon” foursome would be like. Takes place after the comic, BUT if you don’t like the comic it won’t ruin anything, promise. Spoilers for all seasons and to Comic # 32. Also, I’m building to the dirtier stuff. Holiday fic, future fic, mutiple partner
Summary for this Chapter: Spike has some time alone with Buffy and Faith: She was so-so like this. Bending him about. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It never was. He was the one that made them lose it all. Spike was the man; the monster; the poet. Spike was supposed to take care of her, give to her, keep her safe and happy, moaning, shaking happy, joyous. It wasn't her that was to do it for him. He'd have to tell her this as soon as his body stopped humming like a tuning fork.
Spike had to act fast here. He had to be the big strapping hero. It was not going to be easy and he wished he could enjoy the bloody challenge but he wouldn't. Buffy was sleeping soundly against his right side her slightly turned up nose breathing on his chest. It would be like old times, having a cuddle before the final Sunnydale battle, if they weren't both starkers and Spike's wife wasn't at his left side.
It wasn't like old times with Faith. Still everyday was something new. Faith wasn't pressed against him. Faith was on her stomach to sleeping. Her arm with the tribal tattoo reached out to hold his hand as if she needed him as a tether to not float out down the mountains of Turkey. She hadn't needed a tether in ages, at least literally. Spike remembered the nights Faith could no longer sleep on her stomach and they'd watch Conan O' Brian. She would laugh loudly at every joke to make an excuse for her utter joy. And this wasn't bullshit "destiny" joy it was real true joy. She would balance bowls of popcorn on her stomach and make the same jokes about how no one in the house would ever live on popcorn. No, they would live on Life cereal, pop-tarts and Starbucks- the good stuff.
Faith and Spike would tease each other about how badly they had both been raised up: him imprisoned by class and repression, her by class and brutality. It wasn't how Faith knew things that amazed him; it was what she understood. She would tease him about nannies, boarding school, and being a mama's boy because she needed even more an excuse to laugh in joy. He'd tickle her and spill the popcorn. He would rub her feet, her legs put his hands all over her voluptuous body; he'd drag his head against her belly. He would be inside her glorious beautiful glow, and no, he didn't want to come out. Then he'd rub her temples and that made her sleep. And Faith wasn't just perfectly happy with that. She was brilliantly over the moon. For the first time Spike did not mind sharing her one bit.
Then of course, The Bitch came back who didn't want to share Faith at all. How all those morons love to say The Bitch was evil and death en carnet and all that rot. Bullocks! For all her ancient raw godly power The Bitch was nothing more than Angelus with a cunt. Then came the other nights Faith couldn't sleep on her stomach or in any other way. Spike had been a fool to think he had lost her. Didn't she always come back fighting and loving? Her best trick was to disguise the latter as the former, but it was by far not her greatest strength.
Spike eased his way out of Buffy's grasp without waking her. Her hair was a mass of golden tussles long but layered but not like the stupid way she had it back then. No matter how she cut her hair it was always a complete mess during sex. Buffy was completely radiant. He covered her naked body up with the bed sheet he had put on this morning. And yes, Spike would be ready to take all of her wrath when Buffy came out of this spell angry. He still loved her of course.
Spike turned to Faith whose dark hair fell perfectly around her face. The Fig was supposed to make her beyond beautiful and completely irresistible. Spike never saw her as anything else. She opened her bee-stung lips and snored. She was perfect, the greatest object of desire that ever lived because she was not an object; Faith was a force. Spike had to be strong and protect her in this spell now. He would do the difficult things.
For starters he would let go of her hand and wake them both up.
"Spike," she said quietly as she opened her eyes, "I was having the most wicked awesome dream. We were all in this bed. The three of us. I dunno if I can talk about it. It-it couldn't be real."
"Love, it is real" he whispered, "That wasn't a dream. Buffy is really here in our bed. We're in the middle of a spell and she can't hold back how much she wants and needs you. Of course, Mr. Destiny, the Slayer slaughterer, had to show up too. But, it's okay. You forgave him, forgave yourself. So, it can be all over now. But--"
"Dude, how high do you think I am? I'm not your crazy wanna-be Vampirella ex. I know what's real. Like you're really condescending."
She was making little circles up the inside of his arm inside the pattern of his veins where the blood flowed with his now beating heart. He shut his eyes. Without Faith Spike would not be alive. He opened his eyes to her. She smirked at him like she wanted to have a good tongue sparing. He could do that. He could do that right well. Spike lived to please her, and as luck would have it pleasing her brought him perfect happiness.
"Condescending am I?" he drawled, "It seems like you like that sort of thing. I guess it has to come from a big bruiting hulk that has no idea how to take care of you."
He crawled over her smirking. He put his face as close as he could get to hers without touching. This wasn't as easy as it seemed while on The Fig. Not touching would build their high and desire for each other.
"C'mon, you were there. He took care of me pretty damn good," Faith said.
She was still trying to bait him as if she would ever really want Angel in real life on the ground with her. Faith was a girl that knew how to use Angel; she floated the big man above and below as she needed.
"and as far as the big thing-" Faith continued.
"He may have been the tuning rod that started it all for you, but, I set the rhythm that made you fly," he said.
"You're really sure of yourself and your fucking poignant metaphors," she said as she crawled out from under him with that teeth-bared smirk.
"Yeah, I really am," he said. He really was. There was just one thing he wasn't sure of.
"There's just something I have to do. I have to tell you and B--"
"You really think you can play this mind and body by building my high by not touching me?"
"Figured that out did you?" his face ached with a sudden smile.
"Heh. You may've feed on kids for centuries and all that," she said, "But, I got my freakin' doctorate in cock teasing before I could drop out of high school and I had this body. Do you really think you can keep from touching me?"
Faith was crawling away from him with her ass in the air looking back at him with those defiant dark eyes. Weakness and lust came out of his gut.
"It's a very important thing I have to tell-" he began his voice coming out like a weak little man cornered in an ally.
His Slayer wife pounced on him like he was one.
"I know you can't keep from touching me, but I'll just save us time," she said and kissed him with her big clover-tasting lips.
God! His Slayer wife. Spike trembled and moaned like the first time Faith kissed him. If he wasn't flat on his back his knees would have buckled again. His cock was so stiff it almost parted her cunny's lips on its own. Balls! Cock and balls, really. Spike couldn't resist her.
"Saving time is important," she said with her amber window glass eyes flashing pain, love, lust, "Learned that when we traveled through and-and when I saw into parts of it that'll never exist."
"I--we have -" he still had to try.
"And I don't want to hear your sentimental bullshit about how we have time and we'll grow old together. I mean, we have the time now to be alone with this awesome spell. I'm guessing big daddy is having intimacy issues but he can't leave here until this spell is done, right?"
"Rig-Yes!" he sputtered as she bared down on him, squeezing his cock with her Slayer cunny. He opened his mouth wide when she kissed him.
"Love, I gotta tell you some-" he exhaled when she left his mouth.
"Mmm. You have to tell me somethin'? Do ya? Like what? You and Angel used to do this spell with you vampire ho's, and do terrible, horrible nasty ass things and almost fuck each other to death?" she said as she licked her lips and moved forward, breasts bouncing.
"Ung! Yea," he managed to say.
"You think I'd let that happen? You think I'd let you boys just lead along young Betty and not be a good nasty Veronica?" she said and then she sat back on his cock and grabbed his nipples, "You don't think I can take what you threw at your vampire ho's?"
Spike really wasn't thinking anything accept pleasure, pain, beauty. He heard himself yelp as she twisted his nipples. Then she began riding him hard.
"You think I wanted to do this spell alone with you to get all sentimental and say some cheesy bullshit like 'I'm so in love with you. I know I lost everything but I'll still give you anything, fucking anything.'"
She said it all so mockingly he knew it was all true.
"Maybe I did," she breathed, "Or maybe I did it so I could up my game even more. Which one sounds more like-"
"Faith!" he said. Oh God! This was so bloody…She was so-so like this. Bending him about. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It never was.
He was the one that made them lose it all. Spike was the man; the monster; the poet. Spike was supposed to take care of her, give to her, keep her safe and happy, moaning, shaking happy, joyous. It wasn't her that was to do it for him. He'd have to tell her this as soon as his body stopped humming like a tuning fork. Oh bloody hell! Yes, he was a tuning fork. No! No! He'd have to tell her this now through all the mind-bending pleasure. And as if she wasn't spinning his brain and blood enough he heard her whisper:
"You think I'd hurt you like her? Like him? You think I'd let anyone touch you if you didn't want it? I'll have them worshipping your balls before this is over. It's the least I can do if since I can't give you what I was supposed to."
He could barely hear her. She almost mouthed the words in his ear before her tongue wiggled in it. No! Ohgodyes! But no! He was the sodding man, damn it! And it was him who wasn't going to let anyone hurt her! He didn't want anything in return either, but he was getting a whole hell of a lot, wasn't he? Spike had everything. He had Faith and all he wanted was to give her everything. He'd tell her all this, he would with his body on fire and in a heaven he didn't know he could reach before her.
"You---my wife. Want you, love you-" was what came out of him.
That wasn't enough. He was just bloody moaning when he tried to say more. But, that seemed to be enough for Faith because she was moaning and shaking too as she was on top of him. He pulled her lower half down and gently sucked and licked at her nipples as he bucked under her wildly. It was just like the first time when they had done it years ago. She was less hollowed out but still less whole then. Oh his precious Faith. So glowing with her heart shaped face, full lips that opened into a sideways crescent and then a full moon before she was about to come.
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Baby! God! Spike!" she said in her coming voice that was a little higher.
Spike and Faith were a little higher. They were flying! Everything was going into hot white pleasure. Could it be that-
Spike felt a firm hand around his foot and it tugged at him with such force he was sent hurtling down. He grunted as he landed hard on the bed.
"You're grounded for waking me up," a cutting singsong girl voice said.
"Bloody hell, Buf-" Spike began. Buffy had that predatory look as she looked over him and for once he found it jarring.
She covered his mouth before he could finish. She even covered his nostrils.
"You've been making enough noise," she said as she got on top of him, "What's with the two of you anyway? Haven't you done it before today? You haven't, have you?"
Buffy had a hold of his cock like she would choke it. He'd find Buffy's denial about him and Faith adorable if it wasn't so incredibly daft. Spike and Faith shared a house and a bedroom. They were wearing bloody wedding rings! Spike wanted to tell Buffy how she was being as blind as a baby mouse but she had her super Slayer hand over all of his openings that made sound. Plus, Faith hadn't wanted Buffy to know about them until it was right, but the time seemed bloody right.
"Hey, B Saint Marie," Faith said as she floated down behind Buffy looking flustered, "He needs to breathe these days."
She said it casually in that "duh" kind-of-tone, but Spike could here the tiny cut in her voice. It was really all right. Spike could handle himself. Still, Faith grabbed Buffy's arms and pulled her hands back from Spike and he did gasp for breath with a little relief. Right, bloody breathing an annoying human habit.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Buffy said as she stroked Spike's forehead, "And how are you all human and strong with the Sean Connery thing? I mean Sean Connery with the awesome aging, not James-Bond-slapping-women-thing."
"Long story and good bone structure," Faith answered.
"And I do the James Bond thing on occasion. But, it's more the Daniel Craig reality tortured thing, I'm afraid," Spike said as he sat up his voice thick from an almost-super-come.
Buffy was sort of in his lap now while Faith got up and put the sides of her hair up.
"Oh my God!" Buffy said as she stroked Spike's hand with his wedding ring, "Don't you just love Daniel Craig! Whenever I'd get lonely I'd think of him all-tortured. Sometimes literally after he was all tortured with his balls. Poor him, but then when he was healing he told the girl how he could make her come with just one finger. Oh!"
It was clear what Spike had to do here. There were just too many comments that could be made, so Spike just stuck his finger in Buffy's cunny. Faith made the comment:
"I always knew you were a freak, B," Faith said, "But I'm not letting you torture Spike's balls
Spike watched Faith as he fingered Buffy. She put her silk Japanese robe on, the blue one. She looked stunning, but she liked the pink one better. She held the pink one out in front of her and then put it across Buffy's shoulders.
"I never did tha-Well, a little that one time. But, what do you have to be so tortured about now, Spike?" Buffy asked with her eyes closed, "It's not still me, is it? Spike I-Oh!"
He cheated and put two fingers inside of Buffy now.
"No, it isn't you," Spike said and he looked at Faith as she held Buffy's shoulders.
"Oh good!" Buffy moaned, "You-you haven't done anything w-wrong? Like killed peo-Oh!"
"No worries, B. Spike is tortured by other people's fuck ups. Not his," Faith said.
"No! I'm-I'm tortured by--I'm barely tortured anymore," Spike said as he looked at Faith, "In fact, most days I'm downright happy."
"Oh! Good! Good!" Buffy said.
She was trying to lean back and open Faith's robe and suck on her breasts again, but she couldn't angel it right. Spike knew Angel was back. He didn't need to see him. He knew Angel was in the room, hard, and watching. It only reminded him of all that needed to be done. But, it could wait. Spike was always the one to take care of everyone during a Fig spell. The high didn't cloud his mind, but there were many ways to take care of Slayers. Now he could do it the best way.
"In fact, I know how you Slayers can take away my torture and give me pure moments of happiness and no one will have to be hurt at all," Spike said, "You'd like that wouldn't you, Slayer?"
"Oh yeah!" Buffy said with her eyes welded shut. She was so weak for his fingers and his talking. It barely mattered what he said.
"You're such a dick!" Faith said and laughed. She was the one where everything Spike did mattered. Faith noticed everything, like that Angel was back and Spike's last comment was a bit for him.
"Yeah and you love it," he said, "Come here, wifey."
"Shut-ah!" Faith said as Spike opened her robe and rolled on top of her and into her while never taking his dancing fingers out of Buffy.
"Don't fuck this," Faith warned biting her lip in pleasure, "It's delicate."
"Oh, I know it's delicate, love, but I will fuck it," he said as he gently pushed all the way into his wife and circled his fingers in Buffy.
He positioned Buffy so she could get her mouth on Faith's nipple and both Slayers let out a gasp. Spike grinned feeling a little evil. This was good for his soul.
"Fuck it good!" Faith moaned gripping his arms.
"Oh I will! Have more experience than anyone here," he said.
He allowed himself to feel Faith's cunny tighten around him, but he didn't get lost in it. He could hear Buffy moaning through the sloppy slurping of Faith's breasts.
"No," he chided gently tapping Buffy on the head, "She's a woman. Not a bloody milkshake. Kiss them softly like you want to get to know them first. Good. Then suck on one gently while licking. Right. Well, don't make the other one jealous switch. And don't bloody pinch her. She doesn't like that. She's not you. She'd never complain but she's much more sensitive than you. Such a fast learner, you are Slayer. Right, she likes that, see. Circles just like you like circles up in here and she love them, loves them with my cock. Big strong gentle circles in her beautiful super cunny. Oh yeah! Then you add a little pressure and a little more. If she shutters you take the pressure back and tease. Oh!"
He went silent for a few beats, or more than a few, because Faith started squealing and Buffy was moaning and Faith would slip him little kisses and then she'd slip them to Buffy who was biting his arm. He could feel Buffy's clit rock hard against his fingers about to explode. Faith's cunny was snapping and twitching with his cock in it. He let it go on for as long as possible.
"And," his voice came out like a whisper, "When you can't bloody wait anymore you put the pressure on. Rush it on, Slayers. I love you, so much. You bloody love each other and it's time I made you both come to that."
Spike was deep the delicious wet tightness of Faith as her gleeful squealing mixed with his moans. Buffy dug at his arm with her fingernails as she came in a warm flood at his hand. Faith reached up and gripped the back of his neck while he came.
"And, that's how we do it. Two Slayers no waiting," he grinned as he collapsed on Faith.
"Oh great," she sighed, "Now the asshole is gonna brag forever."
Spike kissed her and rolled her on top of him.
"Not forever," Buffy said, "He's human now, so probably for the next forty years."
"Forty," Spike tried to sound offended, "How old do you think I am now?"
Then he noticed Faith's brow wrinkle with stress.
"It doesn't matter," he said, "You can't get rid of me. If I die I'll just come back from the dead again to brag."
"True that," Faith said and smiled now. Ah, good.
He'd prove to Faith he wouldn't leave her. He'd always be with her ready to prove how he loved her and tell her how bloody amazing she was. If only he could stop getting tired. Pleasing two Slayers after getting ridden by one seemed to take it out of him a bit.
"What's the matter, Spike? Tired?" Angel smirked as he leaned in the doorway.
Balls! It was never good when the corners of Angel's mouth went up. There was so much Spike had to do. He had heroic duty he had gotten distracted from. Hell! He was only a man.
"Angel!" Buffy exclaimed, "Where did you go? You just left again."
"You seemed like you did okay without me," he said to her, "And I wasn't the last person here to leave someone while they were sleeping."
Wow, he really was a bloody dick. He couldn't just say: I was wanking off in kitchen because I'm a big bad vampire with a scary evil libido that doesn't need to sleep as much as you and I was having urges to molest you all in your sleep. No, Angel couldn't say that, could he? But, Spike was too distracted to care.
"There's something I have to do," Spike said as he sat up with Faith in his lap, "Come with me."
"You know I'd go anywhere with you, Brit. It's kinda my thing," Faith said and she got up off his lap and they walked toward the bedroom door.
"Kinda your thing?" Buffy questioned, "So, you've been following him around the world?"
Okay, Spike had it with this.
"Faith and I-" he began.
"--work well together," Faith said, "We met up in Boston by accident and decided to run a few missions together. And ya know, once ya do that you get common enemies. You know how it goes."
Except that wasn't really how it went at all. Spike had followed Faith to Boston because he realized she was The Slayer with the best head on her shoulders that he could stand being around without wanting to die. He didn't have any feelings for her at the time. Spike just wanted something new and he knew she at least liked cracking demon skulls. In the beginning, Spike felt like cracking her skull a lot with how stubborn and snide Faith was, but once he stopped listening to all of that and really hearing Faith and seeing her, it was all over for Spike. Spike vowed to himself that he would never tell Faith he was in love with her because he knew that would scare her away. Luckily, Faith liked to prove him wrong and now here they were, lying about being married so Buffy wouldn't have a bad trip in the sex spell she crashed. It would almost be fun if not for…
"You can't take Faith away from us," Angel said getting in Spike's path, "She's The Center and we're in this too. Saving your ass. C'mon, Spike. Even you have to admit if you took her somewhere with only your weak selfish lust you'd kill her. Starve her. Feed off of her. I-I can't let you do that. She's too important."
Angel was touching Spike's wife. His fingertips grazed along her collarbone and onto her robe. He was looking at her like she was a walking prime-rib. Spike's fists clenched. He could feel his blood racing through his head.
"Relax, Ang," Faith said, as she pushed Angel back gently and squeezed Spike's hand.
Oddly, those two words made Spike relax too. Well, Angel was right about one thing: Faith was The Center of the spell. So, if she was relaxed so were they, but Faith wasn't "too important" because of some bloody spell or because she was needed for some grander purpose. Faith was essential at every moment and Spike was no longer with the rest of the fools that didn't realize it. God! He really wished her could beat Angel senseless. But if he started that under this spell it wouldn't lead anywhere good.
"Spike just has to pee and so do I," Faith said.
Yes, that was the first thing.
"Oh man, me too," Buffy said.
So, that was how Spike found himself standing over the soft blue bowl in the lu with Buffy Summers who looked fetching in Faith's pink silk robe. Never mind she was laughing so hard that she was holding her stomach while Spike's wife telling him:
"Do it. Do it. Do it!" as she held his suddenly shy cock over the bowl.
Oh, the high-pressure situations a hero must face. Luckily, this was one that didn't happen everyday.
"Like I've been saying: when you hold it, it gets hard and then I can't go," Spike said.
"New human Spike has performance problems in bathrooms. It makes sense," Buffy said and laughed.
"It is not a bloody performance problem!" he said, "It's the opposite of one because she's making me hard. Right after I just had several go's by the way, and why would it make sense that I would have performance problems in a bloody l--. Oh, right."
Spike got way too forceful with Buffy in her bathroom. He'd almost forgotten and now he was pissing. Faith had let him go and went over to Buffy.
"B," Faith said softly, "Past is past. We don't need to get into it and ruin our trip, okay?"
"You're a lovely Center, Faith," Spike said, "But you're wrong. There are some things we do have to remember, or I do anyway. You know how Angel keeps insisting that this spell is dangerous. Well, it is, for him."
He gave the girls a serious look and then realized he had to piss a little more. This wasn't the way he pictured delivering this news to them, but he had to tell them sooner than later. Luckily, Angel had no desire to follow them into the bathroom. Human functions disturbed him now.
"All that bullocks he's saying about how I would kill you or hurt you on this spell. Well, I won't. I wouldn't. That's him. I suppose you both figured out now that he and I did this spell when we were soulless vampires with Dru and that bitch of his. Anyway, I never hurt a fly on this spell. I just want to make everyone come lots and take care of them like a mother bird, or something more masculine. Actually, when I was soulless I'd run out and grab the nearest live bodies I could find to make sure everyone ate, which I suppose wasn't very nurturing to the people we drained dry, but we were vampires. Anyway, Angelus was just his bloody rotten self on the spell. He'd do his stern father thing, act a little kind for a moment, but then he just wouldn't know when to stop. He'd go too far for us and keep in mind we were the most bloodthirsty evil vampires high as a kite on a spell. Now, I know what you're going to say and-"
"We still haven't gone far enough," Faith said.
Spike whipped his head over to see Faith and Buffy kissing. Blimey! Buffy was coming softly and quietly as Faith just dipped once between her legs. Buffy was sitting on the bathroom counter and Faith was standing. They had their arms around each other now. Okay, this is why Spike could never be the strapping hero he couldn't people to listen to him in groups larger than one. He was very good one on one though and so was someone else.
"Already, B. Damn!" Faith said, "We don't have to go any further if you don't want to. I can just touch you and we can kiss and that's okay. You don't have to touch me."
Spike knew his wife was being sweet, but that sounded like a raw deal to him.
"I've slept with two women," Buffy whispered looking away from Faith and blushing.
"Kissing and being rough on their tits isn't sleeping together in my book, but-"
"I know that!" Buffy's body got rigid and she half pulled away from Faith, but her legs will still open to her.
"I've done everything in your book, okay. Unless your book is really nasty and degrading, which it probably is and-"
"B, if you don't want me, it's five by five. I-"
Spike could see Faith's face in the large bathroom mirror that across the counter and he could see it was not okay if Buffy didn't want Faith. It would hurt Faith like Hell, but she would make it okay like she did everything that hurt like Hell.
"I do want you!" Buffy snapped and then blushed and looked away, "I-I've always kind of wanted you. When we were 17 and you slept in my bed I-for the first time I realized why boys would think those things about my body, and it scared me. You scared me. You're very scary and intimidating!"
She yelled at Faith now.
"I-I meant to be back then," Faith said apologetically, "I was stupid, but now I'm-"
Oh, thank God! Buffy kissed her. Spike couldn't stand it anymore. Faith was never stupid she had been young and scared, and had every reason to be when she first met Buffy. If Faith had started apologizing for whom she had been to get to the amazing perfect woman she was, Spike would've had to say something. Instead Buffy wrapped herself around Faith like a snake and said:
"I don't fuck in bathrooms," commandingly.
Yes, M'am, thought Spike silently. He wasn't going to ruin this with his own tongue in any way or make it better with it in any way, not just yet. Faith walked out of the bathroom with Buffy's legs wrapped around her waste. Angel was right at the door and took one look at the Slayers and smiled.
"Don't touch them," Spike said.
"You know I liked to watch," Angel said, "But, what I really want to do is direct."
"And don't make bloody jokes. They're not funny. If you touch them; I'll touch you," Spike threatened.
He knew Angel would listen. Neither of them wanted to touch each other when they had the best women in the world with them. Faith set Buffy down on the big green reading chair she loved.
"I've only ever wanted to make you feel good, you know," Faith said, "Accept for those times I wanted to make you feel bad."
Buffy moaned with out Faith even touching her. They all did, actually. Faith was so bloody fucking hot.
"Well, this is so cool," Angel said and turned to Spike, "Even you being here can't ruin this."
Once again making the under statement of a century.
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TBC… Two more chapters to go (I think)