Fic: Me Too: Act 5: Rated: M, Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Fic: Me Too: Act 5: Rated: M, Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Fic: Me Too" Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Title: Me Too
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Author: Strange Bint
Feedback: Strangelilgrrl75@aol.com
Rating: Mature 18 and over only
Pairings: Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith Fuffy, Spuffy, Spangle, Spaith
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This chapter finally has slashy spangle and more Faith/Angel ,Spike/Buffy, jealousy, love, and a sing-a-long. Still more hints about what happened to Faithy. You will know next chapter during “the peak.” There’s just more fun to be had. Still Spike's POV.
“I guess you’ll be the one in the middle of Angel and Spike. You’re The Center, right, Miss Center-Of-Attention?” Buffy grumbled to Faith.
To think Spike used to love when she was jealous.
“B, you should know by now I have no problem sharing with you. We just get into trouble because you don’t wanna share, and I’m kinda slow; and it all makes it too easy for people to pit us against each other,” Faith said, “But, don’t worry we’ll make the boys share. You notice that they haven’t even touched yet. They’re saving the best for last. Must be frustrating.”
Nothing got by Spike’s amazing wife! She went to make her sexy exit from the bedroom. Nothing got by Faith and Spike wouldn’t let her by him either. He jumped in front of her and threw his arms around her. He hugged her wishing he could push himself inside of her body. Her soul.
“You’re what’s frustrating! You are-you’re so-You’re not slow! You’re bloody brilliant. You’re so brilliant and you set things on fire and save everyone and they don’t even know it. I know it. I’ll show you. I’ll bust inside of you and I’ll--
“---smother her,” Angel said plainly, “You’re smothering her.”
“Shut-up!” Spike roared, “You don’t know anything-“
Faith pushed Spike away and gasped for breath. Oh. Oh, God! He only wanted to tell her he loved her. The bloody Fig made him too high to see he was hurting her.
“Smothering,” Angel said, “That was always your problem. Even an insane vampire who didn’t need to breathe needed to come up for air with you. I’d say Faith probably will realize she-“
Spike hit Angel so hard he knocked him into the wall and it cracked. He saw Angel bleed.
“Are you all right?” Spike asked turning to Faith.
“Five by five,” she smirked, “I’m totally cool with you two getting it on.”
What? Oh. Bugger.
“Angel,” Buffy said softly as she pulled him out from the wall and chunks of plaster revealed an Angel shaped mass like a cartoon.
Spike felt giddy seeing the wall and Angel’s angry big forehead football hero face. So he laughed.
“You idiot!” Angel roared and picked Spike up by the neck and tossed him out into the hall.
It was Spike’s turn to go into the wall and he still had to laugh about it. Angel went at him again but this time Spike kicked him into the kitchen and Angel grabbed the knife Faith had tried to stab him with when he first busted in here. Spike knew that was her favorite knife, for cooking.
“No!” Faith said, “You aren’t fucking up my good knife.”
And she grabbed it away from Angel who then attacked her with his lips. Spike’s wife kissed Angel back.
“The things I’m going to do to you,” Angel said to Faith as he had that smarmy smirk.
“…will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you later if you damage any of my property, got it?” Faith said as she grabbed Angel by the hair and her hand explored his broad chest.
“Aw,” Angel said, “Did Spikey take the girls into the bathroom and have some gossip about how I was too scary for him when we’d do this with no souls? Don’t worry darlin’. I won’t hurt your boy, not unless I have to.”
Angel swatted Faith on the ass.
“You on the other hand…” Angel said to her.
He wasn’t going to take that. Spike roared and ran at Angel. He ducked Angel’s fist and wrapped his arm around Angel’s neck.
“You’re even less affective without teeth,” Angel grinned in vampire face.
“I do miss the game face, but I’m actually more affective without the bells and whistles,” Spike said as he pinned Angel against the wall, “And you’re face doesn’t scare me anymore because no matter how hard you try…” Spike stopped to smile and let out a laugh, “You can’t take what I have.”
Then, Spike kissed his grand-sire full on the lips. Angel pulled away at first.
“Oh, Willy. I always get what you managed to take because no matter how strong you get you’re always reckless and stupid,” Angel said and then kissed back like it was his idea all along.
Spike broke away and said: “Liam, Liam, little man-of-destiny, you know you’ll leave here like you came, repressed and with nothing.”
“You know that’s not how I come,” he said.
That was a pretty good one. Since Spike didn’t have a good comeback for that he’d kiss the freak Irish giant until he thought of something.
“God!” Buffy said, “I am so over the fighting and the bantering. Just make-out and shut-up already so we can get this party started.”
Spike and Angel let each other lose to see Buffy. She turned on the IPod station. It was the Pink song “Get this Party Started” that Faith claimed to have in there as a joke. Spike realized Buffy had set that song up and thought she was being clever. Spike loved Buffy when she was tacky. Faith was laughing and Buffy was dancing. She got into the whiskey.
“Really?” Angel said, “That’s the music you’re going to turn on? It sounded like the music it took me twenty minutes to figure out how to turn off from that thing. And you’re drinking whiskey. Buffy-“
“Angel you’re not allowed to sound old and fuddy-duddy while you’re naked and making out with my ex-boyfriend and telling my best Slayer friend how you’re going to do dirty things to her,” Buffy said, “Do dirty things to me.”
She managed to run over and pull Angel and Spike to either side of her.
They both took turns kissing her and then she pushed their faces closer so they’d kiss each other. Spike was kneading her ass. She let go of Spike to take another swig of whiskey.
“I want you guys to do more with each other than this summer camp stuff,” Buffy said, “You know how I love it when you get all anal on me.”
“Buffy!” Angel gasped. Spike realized this soul really did water him down, or he didn’t want to realize that there wasn’t only one wild Slayer.
“Did you really need to start drinking to say that? You know you’re only going to throw up if you keep at it,” Spike said to Buffy while he was watching Faith dance, smelling her in her blue silk Japanese robe.
“You’re high enough already. You’re really sensitive to spells. You don’t want to get upset again,” Angel said to Buffy and Spike could tell by his voice Buffy had his cock in her hand.
“Why does everybody want to be my father all of a sudden? And not in the hot fun way you do it for Faith. I’m The Slayer. Well, she’s The Slayer too, but I’m the love of your lives. Maybe I want to be your sexy Irish girl,” Buffy said as she looked at Angel but was grinding her silk robed ass into Spike’s cock.
Spike lifted up the robe and felt her bare ass and remembered that pieces of this robe were in Faith and shut his eyes.
“What?” Angel said.
“You said sexy Irish girls tasted like whiskey and sugar and I know you want to taste Faith and she’s Irish and I’m not so…”
“Okay, if there’s a rule that I can’t be fuddy-duddy then you can’t be jealous about what I do or say in a spell when you don’t even want to be with me when we’re not in it!” Angel said.
Spike knew he should have something to say about all this. But he wasn’t complaining and he wanted to complain even less when he felt Faith’s arms around him. She stuck something in his mouth. Chocolate. Snickers. Yes, he was hungry. It had been a while since Spike had them eat. Faith hand lingered on his back as she went around to Buffy and stuck a piece of Snickers in the other Slayer’s mouth. God! He wanted Faith again, but he couldn’t go around smothering her. That was the trouble with loving girls with big beating hearts. He just needed to cool off a bit. Spike had to make his peak go easy, which was harder than he thought since he loved Faith so much. Maybe she could tie him up.
“I never said I didn’t want to be wmth you,” Buffy said with chocolate in her mouth, “I smead I woulm’t lmt desmity man-“
“What?” Angel demanded.
Early Madonna came on the IPod. Faith gently pulled Spike away from them. She kissed him deeply and then smiled and danced slowly in his arms even though the music was fast. It reminded him of before they were together and they’d dance. Except for the fact that they had never been in an orgy before they were a couple. He really hoped it would end up better than the last one.
“Love, we’re all going to start peaking soon,” Spike whispered to her, “It might get a little wild. I think it’s going to have highs and lows.”
“No kidding? I can feel it too, dumbass. I get the sensation I’m naked on a snowy mountain with a giant peppermint pattie up my twat,” she said.
Spike laughed and kept dancing slow with her. This was lovely. It almost felt like a normal night in the kitchen if he wasn’t naked with a stiffer and she wasn’t talking about feeling candy in her sweet nether regions. No, actually that could still be a normal night in the kitchen. What made it off was that there was a low-grade white hot pleasure coursing through his veins and that he already had her eight ways to bloody Sunday and he still wanted more, more, more, and he had almost suffocated her with that want. Something must have happened that triggered that. Oh right: Buffy and Angel were here and instead of just whining to each other then shagging, they shagged Faith and Spike and then each other and then whined.
“Sorry I almost hugged you to death,” Spike said to Faith, “I lost control.”
At least he didn’t whine.
“When did you ever have control?” she said, “Do me a favor and don’t ever get it ‘cause then you can lose it. You know, it’s never about control. It’s about balance. If only I wasn’t so fucking slow to realize it. I-I want-I need to tell you-“
Her voice started to shake.
“Shhh. Not now, sweetheart. We have our whole lives for that. This now is just about love and balance, now, and really bloody brilliant sex that makes you lose your balance,” he said.
She laughed and Faith put her head under his neck.
“B knocked me down real good,” she said, “Too bad it was just about her wanting to win another superhero trophy to end this spell.”
“Listen,” he said firmly and she looked up at him all doe-eyed.
That look of hers could melt a soul and close a Hellmouth. He must not kiss; he must be the wise old vampire now. God, this soul was a pain in the ass even when he was high on a sex spell!
“You can’t listen to what Buffy says about why she does what she does,” Spike said to Faith, “She needs to turn everything into to something noble and righteous, especially when he comes to love. Just because-“
“I am not going to let destiny dictate who I am supposed to be with!” Buffy cut Spike off her stern voice, even though she wasn’t talking to him.
“The world has to be better than that, Angel! I have to be better than that. I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean I don’t l-“
“So, because we’re destined to be together you don’t want to be together!” Angel snapped.
“Exactly!” Buffy said.
“That makes just about as much sense as you wanting me to have sex with Spike,” Angel sighed haplessly.
“It kinda makes perfect sense,” Faith said as she kept her arms around Spike but looked over at Buffy and the whiney Twilight.
“B wants to be with you because she wants to be with you, not because some stupid prophecy or crusty ol’ god is making her think she wants to be with you. She must always be asking herself if she’s really into you or is it just the damn cosmos fucking with her. That’s gotta suck,” Faith said, “And as far as her wanting to see you get it on with Spike most girls wouldn’t turn a blind eye to that show. It’s a big kept secret but us girls like boy-on-boy as much as you horn dogs like girl-on-girl. I mean, it’s almost a better way for her to get her rocks off, really. She doesn’t have to deal with any of the pain in the ass intimacy shit if she can just see you givin’ it and gettin’ it with another hot guy she’s into.”
“Oh my god!” Buffy gasped, “I may be high, but I think Faith is like a genius. Maybe she’s like one of those idiot savant people that’s only a genius about sex.”
“Stop insulting my-Faith,” Spike managed to says as he came in on Buffy with one swoop as The Yeah Yeah Yeahs came on the IPod singing about beheading.
Spike meant to be menacing. He really did, but he found he swept her up in his arms lovingly and swept off the nearest kitchen counter and started shagging her blind.
Oh! This was his trigger. Him hearing someone say Faith was less than brilliant. When Faith called herself stupid he would always get mad as hell, but instead of yelling at her he’d taken to shagging her stupid until she stopped saying she was. He’d partake in this activity stone sober anytime Faith let him. And now he was high and shagging Buffy because she had said something about Faith’s intelligence. That little bitch, Buffy. Buffy (and her tight little cunny who made those girlie shocked noises when he shagged her hard) had bloody talked smack about Faith. Wonderful bint!
Spike had been trying to control his desire for Faith and he didn’t have to with Buffy. Buffy was no longer everything, but she was bloody something! Both Spike and her were in their blissful silence that they used to get when they hooked into each other. Fuck! Damn! Bugger! All Spike could think was: move, thrust, rush, Buffy’s tight light went cunny. Glorious imperfect goddess Buffy. It was almost all his brain could take, but he could hear Angel and Faith, mostly Angel moving his gob. Nick Cave came on with his Red Right Hand.
“Hmm, looks like your toy got distracted,” Angel said to Faith, “He’ll do that ya know, darlin’?”
Spike gnashed his teeth and grabbed at Buffy’s hips. He was not bloody distrac-Oh God! Buffy’s cunny was snapping on him.
“Daddy, Daddy if you could only see how good he’s been treatin’ me you’d give us our blessing right now,” Spike heard Faith say dryly to Angel.
Spike felt his lip twist into a bitter grin to make a snigger. Buffy’s pleasure scream filled his ears.
“I don’t think so,” Angel said to Faith and Spike heard Faith moan mix with Buffy’s scream.
He could only imagine what the poof was doing to her, but as long as Faith was happy…Buffy was way past happy and Spike had barely started.
“I didn’t say I’d give a shit about your blessing. I just-Ungh!” Faith grunted in that way she had- defiant satisfaction.
“I meant: I don’t think I’m going to let you pass off what’s left to be said as a quote from a dumb ass 80s song. Actually, I know I’m not,” Angel said with his heavy breath.
“I love that song,” Faith said.
“My girl always did have bad taste, clearly,” Angel said.
“Well, yeah,” Faith said, “The man I picked to steer me right is an unrepentant murderer of my girls, and can’t even keep the woman of his destiny who loves the shit out of him.”
Spike heard this through Buffy pulling him down and kissing him. Spike’s whole body burned with pleasure while he was able to keep at the wailing Buffy.
“Oh, that’s it,” Angel said, “Over my knee you go.”
By the end of his sentence Angel was across the room with Faith giggling. Spike didn’t have to see them to know what was happening. A blind moron would know. Jay Z came on with Rhianna singing about owning the night and all.
“Oh, you think this is funny, do ya?” Angel said in that low mocking voice as he came down on her ass hard again and again.
Of course, Faith thought it was funny. She had set the blind moron up and he thought he was the one in control. It was beautiful and almost perfect, like Buffy’s coming face and her strong tiny animal grip that was bruising Spike’s arms.
“Oh, oh I missed you so much,” Buffy moaned softly and Spike moaned wordlessly.
“That’s what I thought,” Angel said spanking Faith’s ass, “You missed my firm hand. You need both of ‘em.”
Spike could hear Faith moan. He could smell Faith flood from so many feet away. That “I like the way you move” song came on.
“Oh yeah, fuck, Angel!” Faith squealed.
“Not until you say it,” Angel said to Faith and smacked her ass even harder while he was teasing her cunt.
Faith moaned for a while not saying anything, like Buffy.
“Fuck me,” Spike heard Faith say in her throaty voice.
God! Spike lifted Buffy while she was around his cock and she looked at him with those wide amazing shocked hazel eyes and reached back and knocked everything off the counters he carried her along. She looked more shocked she was breaking things and she loved doing it. That song came on with that girl with the alto longing voice that sang about love and necessary evils.
“Why is it so good with you?” Buffy whispered to Spike.
“You’re gonna play dumb with me?” Angel said, “I’m losing patients, Faith. Say it. Say it all.”
Smack!
“You know why!” Spike managed to sputter to Buffy.
“Bastard!” Faith cried to Angel. Smack!
“Because you love me?” Buffy gasped to Spike.
“That’s-not-it,” Angel spoke and spanked and finger-fucked Faith in a rhythm, “I know you can say it.”
“I-I fucking forgive you!” Faith said to Angel, “I know you did what you had to do. What you were fucking meant to do, okay? I’ve always fucking known it, okay?”
“Really?” Angel said, dropping that god awful smugness, “Then why did you-“
“I cut you out ‘cause I wanted you to make your own fucking fate, okay!” Faith yelled, “I expected more outta you than what you had to do. I didn’t want you to just go for B and smash my girls and me down in the dirt. I wanted you to make it all right and save us all. I didn’t want you to leave us. Happy now?”
Spike was trying to carry Buffy on his cock over to where he could comfort Faith, but the little blond thing grabbed on to the sink and turned to faucet on. Bloody Hell!
“No, I’m not happy,” Angel said, “I just wanted you to call me ‘Daddy.’ Faith, there was no way I could have done all that. I keep telling you I’m not perfect. But, I didn’t leave you. I know it might have seemed like I-I’m here now. And as far as smashing you down in the dirt you tried to nail me in the crotch and I knew you were strong enough t---MMM!“
Spike heard Faith kiss Angel and his crap-bag-of-excuses, but it was all right; the way it had to be with them. As much as what Spike and Buffy never had to be.
“Lover. My lover,” Buffy moaned as Spike drank water from her body as the sink spilled over her.
Bloody hell! Buffy drove him to the edge.
“Don’t talk about your fucking destiny to me. I’m not the good girl that cares about what you have to do. I’m your bad girl that needs you to tough-love me!” Faith said to Angel.
Well, bloody hell! Faith was gonna push Spike past it if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t give a toss that those weren’t for him because she never had to say that to him. That’s why it was so bloody hot! Spike had done all the things Angel demanded to be asked to do.
“Watch your mouth and fucking say that to me again how I-how I want,” Angel moaned.
“Fuck your destiny, Daddy,” Faith said, “But don’t forget about-Engh-Ooh!”
Spike could hear Faith moan and it could only be Angel’s cock going in her. Spike whispered to Buffy.
“What?” Buffy said.
“I said: Destiny never gave it to you this good, huh?” Spike repeated to Buffy.
“You know that’s why it’s so good with us,” he said as Buffy gave out a group of moans that trailed off into blissful silence.
Spike felt Buffy milk him and listened to the sound of Faith giving in and moaning “Daddy, Daddy” to Angel. Both of them always come so hard when you made them admit feelings.
Spike heard the Buzzcocks come on under his and Buffy’s moan. The pleasure kept coming hard for both Slayers as Spike’s was building. Building through The Sex Pistols, Ella Fitzgerald, Radiohead, Arctic Monkeys, and Rosemary Clooney.
Spike heard Angel say things when he wanted to push Faith over the edge: Faith was his bad girl. Faith was his good girl, sometimes too. He did love her; he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t. So, Angel knew what worked for Faith, partly. If he really knew how to get the most out of her he’d take back the bad girl thing and tell her he knew she was really only a good girl that had everything to give. But this was Angel; he was a simp.
Buffy kept moaning and squeezing and scratching Spike. She was a good and bad little Slayer with so much to give, but not everything. Spike heard another chair break and the sound of Angel coming inside of his wife. Really, already? Right, Spike forgot whom he was dealing with. Angel was a daddy, but no one ever said Angel was a good daddy with the right amount of stamina for the job. Spike kept telling Buffy he loved her and she drove him crazy, because it was true. Portishead sang about being just wanting to be a woman.
“Oew, This song,” Buffy moaned, “This song and fucking Spike. Fucking Spike and this song.”
Sweet Buffy!
“You tired of playing, huh Slayer? We always know how to fuck destiny long and hard when you got tired of it.” Spike hissed through his half open eyes as he humped her soaking as she pushed her heels into her ass.
“Spike,” Buffy whispered, ”Poor Spike. You did your destiny. I-I meant what I said. You were on fire.”
Spike was on fire now too. He went at a slower circling rhythm for her and her song.
“Poor Spike,” she cooed after she came again.
“Oh year poor, Spike,” Angel was now behind him grumbling sarcastically.
“He only has everything, and now he has my cookie again. Spike can suck my Irish cock!”
Angel was prodding his thumb up Spike’s ass and Spike found his ass was squeezing against it as he fucked a coming Buffy. It was almost not unpleasant and when Spike felt Faith’s hand on his ass as well it got pleasant.
“It look like Spike can do what Spike wants,” Faith whispered.
Al Green was singing about good, bad, happy, sad times.
“Kiss,” Buffy moaned as she grabbed Spike’s face and pushed it to the side.
He found Faith’s lips and they kissed. Oh God! How was it Faith took him back to that time when he was a little simp that would just dream of kissing and nothing more?
“No, not you!” Buffy humped angrily, “You!”
And she pushed Angel and Spike’s faces together. Fine.
“No, not like you’re on a date with your cousin, like you mean it,” Faith said, “Or else me an’ B won’t share our muffins.”
Angel grunted in frustration as he grabbed Spike’s ass painfully. Then Spike felt Angel’s big mouth take his in firmly sucking tongue darting. This part didn’t hurt. Spike kissed back, as Buffy’s “muffin” was beyond moist and into sodding.
“Yeah,” Buffy said and she was off moaning again.
“Spike you’re the hottest. On fire, poor baby,” she said and then Angel really jammed his thumb inside of Spike and Spike shuttered in pleasure and pain. Oh and that song about sex being on fire, how ironic.
“I did burn your Hellmouth closed,” he grunted.
“You-you did a lot more than that,” Buffy said.
“Yeah, then he was a pain in my ass for a while,” Angel twisting his thumb like a knife in Spike’s ass, a broad warm knife that knew about the pressure points of pain…and pleasure.
“Buffy, you’re just trying to make me jealous, right?” Angel asked.
“No, I think Spike is better at being a pain in the ass than you,” Faith said and Spike felt her pull out Angel’s thumb.
Gah! Egh! Oh bloody-Having Faith pull out Angel’s thumb from Spike’s all was worth Angel jamming it in. It felt so bloody good. Faith kissed the back of Spike’s neck. He came inside Buffy jerking and shaking. The Pixies came on and sang about love.
“It’s not his fault,” Buffy said as she caressed his face, “He has no destiny now. Poor him.”
“Lucky him,” Faith said, “Like I said, the man can do what he wants.”
“What do you want to do now, Spike?” Buffy asked with that grin.
“Faith. I want Faith,” Spike said with no hesitation.
“Yeah, well. Get in line. You had a long turn,” Angel said with an Angelus smile.
“It’s the wrong answer anyway,” Buffy pouted as she sat in the sink, “You were supposed to say ‘Angel’ and I was supposed to have Faith. I would have also accepted me and Angel, or me and Faith, or all of us. You gave the only wrong answer really. What do we do with you, Spike?”
Buffy pulled him in and kissed him.
“Can we stop doing that with him for just a little while, please?” Angel asked, “The Center of the spell is Faith not ‘fun new ways to torture Angel’.”
“Well, what if Faith wants to think of fun new ways to torture you after you chapped her ass? Guess you’re shit outta luck, then huh?” Faith grinned deviously and jumped away like a curvy wood sprite to the other side of the kitchen.
Elvis Costello was singing about what everyone wanted to do to this year’s girl.
“He chapped your ass?” Buffy stood up from the sink in the now wet silk pink robe, “You guys had sex again while I-“
“---was getting plowed for an hour and change by Spike,” Angel said, “Yes, Buffy, I had Faith. She’s The Center of the spell that no one can possibly resist. You went with the runt freak human sideshow…again. Third time, and this time I got to hear about how he’s the hottest and I kept my mouth shut. I love you so much I even let you suck me into it. It’s a good thing I can’t lose my soul if you give me a moment of perfect misery.’’
“Angel-“ Buffy began looking heartbroken.
“Buffy,” Angel began, “I was just-
“You aren’t miserable!” Spike snapped and stood up to the other naked man, “I know you miserable, and this isn’t it. This is you being a buggering git. No wonder Buffy doesn’t want to be with you even though it’s written in stone. Even with the soul you get off on is making the people you love miserable.”
“Wait,” Faith said.
“That can’t be true because I want to make you more miserable than I’ve ever made anyone and I’m not feeling the love,” Angel said, “Buffy doesn’t want to be with you either.“
Angel bounded towards him. Spike got his fists up.
“Buffy doesn’t want to be with anyone.” Buffy yelled as she covered her ears. Oh no! She was going to cry. “Maybe Buffy knows her love just makes people miserable or kills them.”
“Wait,” Faith said again.
“Buffy, that’s not what I meant at all,” Angel said, ”It-it’s just the spell. It’s making me not myself. Spike is wrong for a change. People aren’t their desires; otherwise they’d all be animals. I-I couldn’t stand the thought of you being disappoi-“
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Faith yelled at them from across the kitchen, “God, I thought I had no patients. Did I not just say I had a fun new way to torture Angel and other guys who now deserve it? Stress on the word fun here, people. Not your Twilight bullshit.”
Faith then blasted the IPod home station cutting off Elvis C. with bloody Billy Idol.
“Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my room!” Faith sang.
She bounced back towards them and grabbed Buffy by the hand and walked her to the other side of the kitchen.
“Faith,” Angel groaned, “This is the last thing I need right now. You’re making me come over there.”
“Last night a little angel came pumpin’ ‘cross my floor. If either of you come over here I’ll make you do things to each other you never even heard of before you can fuck me or B again,” Faith said and then turned to Buffy smiling, “Sing it, B.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Angel said.
“I-I don’t-You have a way better voice than me,” Buffy said to Faith, stunned and blinking away her tears.
“Very funny, love,” Spike said, “You can stop now.”
“I don’t think I’m kidding and I don’t think I’ll stop unless you guys were kidding when you just had your asshole dick-swing just then. Upsetting my girl,” Faith glared at Angel and Spike.
“I’m not-I-“ Buffy stammered.
Faith pulled Buffy into the living room area.
“C’mon, B! Sing with me,” Faith said, “We’re putting on a retro show for jackass and Daddy and they can’t touch us ‘til it’s over and you have to sing with me.”
“Oh I’m the jackass, am I? What about him saying-“ Spike saw that Buffy looked shaken before he could stop himself.
“You upset the balance!” Faith snapped at him and then turned away from him and sang “In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more!”
Oh, Spike was a rude bad man. Upsetting the balance is a big offense to Faith. But, still he did not deserve Rebel Yell.
“Pet, love of my life,” Spike gritted his teeth, “I understand what you’re trying to do but, I thought we agreed no more Billy Idol after we went back in time and discovered he was a demon. Not that I didn’t know it anyway. Poser! Thieving bastard. He even tried to take my girl--twice, and you know very well this song is from my-my poem he stole.”
Spike’s fingers curled into fists again.
“Spike wrote a poem,” Buffy said and laughed.
“Yeah, most of the ‘Rebel Yell’ album were poems he wrote for that crazy ‘ho and he lost them all, with his look, in a bet to Idol,” Faith said to Buffy.
“He bloody cheated and my look was never part of the deal! He stole way before! And only half of the album was mine, the good half!” Spike grumbled.
“Spike wrote poems!” Buffy roared out laughing.
“Don’t lose it on me now, B. We have a whole show to do all 80s music, and I gotta get you back for that ‘sweet’ thing,” Faith said and then she kissed Buffy’s neck and tickled her and lay her down on the couch.
“Stop!” Buffy said laughing, “Stop it!”
And moaning.
Brilliant bloody hell! There were few better things than shagging a Slayer you loved.
“Stop what?” Faith said, “This?”
Buffy laughed and squealed like a child as Faith tickled her ribs.
“Or this?” Faith said Buffy moaned from deep in her throat.
Spike couldn’t see where Faith’s other hand was, but he had a pretty good idea. He wasn’t even the least bit upset that Faith had stolen the “Stop what?” routine from him.
“Don’t stop that,” Buffy moaned.
“Okay, you gotta sing when the words come back then,” Faith said, “You know ‘em.”
For the first time Spike was even over the fact that goddamned UN-vital Idol stole from him. Share and share alike.
“Oh, Faith, Faith, I don’t know this part coming up,” Buffy moaned as the lyrics came back, “No! Don’t st-Ugh.”
She tried to sing laying on the couch in her strained little voice. Angel gripped Spike’s arm with sexual frustration. He never was the sort that could handle it very well.
“Something about heaven something something Seven-Eleven something something mess up his hair,” Buffy said.
“That’s the only part I didn’t write! It’s bloody ridiculous and ruins the flow!” Spike couldn’t help but say.
Well, he couldn’t have them all thinking he wrote that.
“That ‘messing up his hair’ part was Idol’s dig at me,” Spike said, “I wrote: We lived in our own Heaven getting young blood to go at Seven-Eleven. All night I go out and collect my fare to be inside you while you can just kill them with a stare.”
“Really?” Angel asked.
“I was rhyming because Dru wanted it, alright? I’m not the rhyming sort, usually. Besides, we did get our blood at Seven-Eleven! You could feed off the whole underbelly of a city at one of those places.”
“No, that’s much better. I always liked the lyrics to this. It was just everything in the 80s was so over-done,” Angel said.
“What do you know?” Spike grumbled, “I loved that bloody decade! All the energy, the excess. It was full of life. They were born in it!”
He gestured as Buffy and Faith were now giving each other mutual pleasure and taking a break from singing. Pretty little maids one in pink and one in blue with their robes wide open showing all the good wet bits while noises of pleasure escaped them. Why the hell wasn’t he over there? Oh, right being punished, he upset the balance, he did.
“There is that,” Angel smiled.
“I want to make you feel better than anyone ever,” Buffy whispered to Faith as various limbs were wrapped around others.
“Right, you wanna-wanna-do what’s right and end the spell. Save your boys from slut-bomb Faith,” Faith said breathily.
“No, I want to save you. Give you a happy. Always did,” Buffy whispered.
Both Slayers came hard and flew up in the air and came crashing back down on the couch. Buffy giggled after her “ouuf.” Faith was silent. Oh, that’s was just neat! Angel was squeezed the hell out of Spike’s shoulder. Faith and Buffy looked at each other and started singing again.
Faith and Buffy sang about the midnight hour and Spike didn’t mind any of it, accept Angel squeezing him maybe. He was almost sad the song was over. Almost.
“K’ next up is ‘Lonely ‘Ol Night’ which is what you both will have if you don’t come over here and sing it with us, in its entirety,” Faith said as she stood up on the couch and Buffy rose with her and kissed Faith shoulder.
“You’re talking to us?” Spike asked. It took him a second.
“No, no!” Angel sounded downright afraid.
“Ow!” Spike grumbled as Angel was gripping the back of his neck like a line out of Hell.
“Why are you touching me?” Angel grumbled at Spike as he let go of Spike’s neck and stared at his hand like it was foreign and then turned his gaze back to Faith.
“Faith, I would die for you. Spell or no spell and Buffy, I love you. I would do anything to see you happy. That’s why I did everything I did. I never ever wanted either of you to be miserable, but sometimes I had to do things that made you a little unhappy so you I knew you’d be happy for good later,” Angel said.
“Yeah, how’s that working out for you,” Spike scoffed.
“And if you want to screw Spike a thousand times I can handle that,” Angel continued, “If you want me to screw the little bastard I can do-“
“Excuse m-“ Spike began, but the conviction in Angel’s voice over-powered him.
“I will bend Spike over the sink right now and get it over with if that’s what it’s going to take for you to forgive me for what I said. But, I-“
“Oi!” Spike grumbled and backed away from Angel, “I know you’re into to doing painful useless things so people will forgive you, but they should be painful for you not me, you buggering-“
“Fine! Fine! We’ll do it that way,” Angel said, “But I am not, I repeat, not singing a John Melloncamp song with people. Those days are over and I have limits.”
“Oh my God!” Buffy gasped. Was she realizing her boyfriend was a total poofter?
“You mean you’ve sung a John Cougar Melloncamp song in front of people before?” she said.
“And I’m not doing it again,” Angel said.
While they were both completely serious as heart attacks. Spike smiled at Faith who smiled back. There was only one thing they could do next. God, he loved her.
Stay tuned for some angst and yet more sex… FEEDBACK ROCKS!
Fic: Me Too" Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Title: Me Too
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
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This chapter finally has slashy spangle and more Faith/Angel ,Spike/Buffy, jealousy, love, and a sing-a-long. Still more hints about what happened to Faithy. You will know next chapter during “the peak.” There’s just more fun to be had. Still Spike's POV.
“I guess you’ll be the one in the middle of Angel and Spike. You’re The Center, right, Miss Center-Of-Attention?” Buffy grumbled to Faith.
To think Spike used to love when she was jealous.
“B, you should know by now I have no problem sharing with you. We just get into trouble because you don’t wanna share, and I’m kinda slow; and it all makes it too easy for people to pit us against each other,” Faith said, “But, don’t worry we’ll make the boys share. You notice that they haven’t even touched yet. They’re saving the best for last. Must be frustrating.”
Nothing got by Spike’s amazing wife! She went to make her sexy exit from the bedroom. Nothing got by Faith and Spike wouldn’t let her by him either. He jumped in front of her and threw his arms around her. He hugged her wishing he could push himself inside of her body. Her soul.
“You’re what’s frustrating! You are-you’re so-You’re not slow! You’re bloody brilliant. You’re so brilliant and you set things on fire and save everyone and they don’t even know it. I know it. I’ll show you. I’ll bust inside of you and I’ll--
“---smother her,” Angel said plainly, “You’re smothering her.”
“Shut-up!” Spike roared, “You don’t know anything-“
Faith pushed Spike away and gasped for breath. Oh. Oh, God! He only wanted to tell her he loved her. The bloody Fig made him too high to see he was hurting her.
“Smothering,” Angel said, “That was always your problem. Even an insane vampire who didn’t need to breathe needed to come up for air with you. I’d say Faith probably will realize she-“
Spike hit Angel so hard he knocked him into the wall and it cracked. He saw Angel bleed.
“Are you all right?” Spike asked turning to Faith.
“Five by five,” she smirked, “I’m totally cool with you two getting it on.”
What? Oh. Bugger.
“Angel,” Buffy said softly as she pulled him out from the wall and chunks of plaster revealed an Angel shaped mass like a cartoon.
Spike felt giddy seeing the wall and Angel’s angry big forehead football hero face. So he laughed.
“You idiot!” Angel roared and picked Spike up by the neck and tossed him out into the hall.
It was Spike’s turn to go into the wall and he still had to laugh about it. Angel went at him again but this time Spike kicked him into the kitchen and Angel grabbed the knife Faith had tried to stab him with when he first busted in here. Spike knew that was her favorite knife, for cooking.
“No!” Faith said, “You aren’t fucking up my good knife.”
And she grabbed it away from Angel who then attacked her with his lips. Spike’s wife kissed Angel back.
“The things I’m going to do to you,” Angel said to Faith as he had that smarmy smirk.
“…will be nothing compared to what I’ll do to you later if you damage any of my property, got it?” Faith said as she grabbed Angel by the hair and her hand explored his broad chest.
“Aw,” Angel said, “Did Spikey take the girls into the bathroom and have some gossip about how I was too scary for him when we’d do this with no souls? Don’t worry darlin’. I won’t hurt your boy, not unless I have to.”
Angel swatted Faith on the ass.
“You on the other hand…” Angel said to her.
He wasn’t going to take that. Spike roared and ran at Angel. He ducked Angel’s fist and wrapped his arm around Angel’s neck.
“You’re even less affective without teeth,” Angel grinned in vampire face.
“I do miss the game face, but I’m actually more affective without the bells and whistles,” Spike said as he pinned Angel against the wall, “And you’re face doesn’t scare me anymore because no matter how hard you try…” Spike stopped to smile and let out a laugh, “You can’t take what I have.”
Then, Spike kissed his grand-sire full on the lips. Angel pulled away at first.
“Oh, Willy. I always get what you managed to take because no matter how strong you get you’re always reckless and stupid,” Angel said and then kissed back like it was his idea all along.
Spike broke away and said: “Liam, Liam, little man-of-destiny, you know you’ll leave here like you came, repressed and with nothing.”
“You know that’s not how I come,” he said.
That was a pretty good one. Since Spike didn’t have a good comeback for that he’d kiss the freak Irish giant until he thought of something.
“God!” Buffy said, “I am so over the fighting and the bantering. Just make-out and shut-up already so we can get this party started.”
Spike and Angel let each other lose to see Buffy. She turned on the IPod station. It was the Pink song “Get this Party Started” that Faith claimed to have in there as a joke. Spike realized Buffy had set that song up and thought she was being clever. Spike loved Buffy when she was tacky. Faith was laughing and Buffy was dancing. She got into the whiskey.
“Really?” Angel said, “That’s the music you’re going to turn on? It sounded like the music it took me twenty minutes to figure out how to turn off from that thing. And you’re drinking whiskey. Buffy-“
“Angel you’re not allowed to sound old and fuddy-duddy while you’re naked and making out with my ex-boyfriend and telling my best Slayer friend how you’re going to do dirty things to her,” Buffy said, “Do dirty things to me.”
She managed to run over and pull Angel and Spike to either side of her.
They both took turns kissing her and then she pushed their faces closer so they’d kiss each other. Spike was kneading her ass. She let go of Spike to take another swig of whiskey.
“I want you guys to do more with each other than this summer camp stuff,” Buffy said, “You know how I love it when you get all anal on me.”
“Buffy!” Angel gasped. Spike realized this soul really did water him down, or he didn’t want to realize that there wasn’t only one wild Slayer.
“Did you really need to start drinking to say that? You know you’re only going to throw up if you keep at it,” Spike said to Buffy while he was watching Faith dance, smelling her in her blue silk Japanese robe.
“You’re high enough already. You’re really sensitive to spells. You don’t want to get upset again,” Angel said to Buffy and Spike could tell by his voice Buffy had his cock in her hand.
“Why does everybody want to be my father all of a sudden? And not in the hot fun way you do it for Faith. I’m The Slayer. Well, she’s The Slayer too, but I’m the love of your lives. Maybe I want to be your sexy Irish girl,” Buffy said as she looked at Angel but was grinding her silk robed ass into Spike’s cock.
Spike lifted up the robe and felt her bare ass and remembered that pieces of this robe were in Faith and shut his eyes.
“What?” Angel said.
“You said sexy Irish girls tasted like whiskey and sugar and I know you want to taste Faith and she’s Irish and I’m not so…”
“Okay, if there’s a rule that I can’t be fuddy-duddy then you can’t be jealous about what I do or say in a spell when you don’t even want to be with me when we’re not in it!” Angel said.
Spike knew he should have something to say about all this. But he wasn’t complaining and he wanted to complain even less when he felt Faith’s arms around him. She stuck something in his mouth. Chocolate. Snickers. Yes, he was hungry. It had been a while since Spike had them eat. Faith hand lingered on his back as she went around to Buffy and stuck a piece of Snickers in the other Slayer’s mouth. God! He wanted Faith again, but he couldn’t go around smothering her. That was the trouble with loving girls with big beating hearts. He just needed to cool off a bit. Spike had to make his peak go easy, which was harder than he thought since he loved Faith so much. Maybe she could tie him up.
“I never said I didn’t want to be wmth you,” Buffy said with chocolate in her mouth, “I smead I woulm’t lmt desmity man-“
“What?” Angel demanded.
Early Madonna came on the IPod. Faith gently pulled Spike away from them. She kissed him deeply and then smiled and danced slowly in his arms even though the music was fast. It reminded him of before they were together and they’d dance. Except for the fact that they had never been in an orgy before they were a couple. He really hoped it would end up better than the last one.
“Love, we’re all going to start peaking soon,” Spike whispered to her, “It might get a little wild. I think it’s going to have highs and lows.”
“No kidding? I can feel it too, dumbass. I get the sensation I’m naked on a snowy mountain with a giant peppermint pattie up my twat,” she said.
Spike laughed and kept dancing slow with her. This was lovely. It almost felt like a normal night in the kitchen if he wasn’t naked with a stiffer and she wasn’t talking about feeling candy in her sweet nether regions. No, actually that could still be a normal night in the kitchen. What made it off was that there was a low-grade white hot pleasure coursing through his veins and that he already had her eight ways to bloody Sunday and he still wanted more, more, more, and he had almost suffocated her with that want. Something must have happened that triggered that. Oh right: Buffy and Angel were here and instead of just whining to each other then shagging, they shagged Faith and Spike and then each other and then whined.
“Sorry I almost hugged you to death,” Spike said to Faith, “I lost control.”
At least he didn’t whine.
“When did you ever have control?” she said, “Do me a favor and don’t ever get it ‘cause then you can lose it. You know, it’s never about control. It’s about balance. If only I wasn’t so fucking slow to realize it. I-I want-I need to tell you-“
Her voice started to shake.
“Shhh. Not now, sweetheart. We have our whole lives for that. This now is just about love and balance, now, and really bloody brilliant sex that makes you lose your balance,” he said.
She laughed and Faith put her head under his neck.
“B knocked me down real good,” she said, “Too bad it was just about her wanting to win another superhero trophy to end this spell.”
“Listen,” he said firmly and she looked up at him all doe-eyed.
That look of hers could melt a soul and close a Hellmouth. He must not kiss; he must be the wise old vampire now. God, this soul was a pain in the ass even when he was high on a sex spell!
“You can’t listen to what Buffy says about why she does what she does,” Spike said to Faith, “She needs to turn everything into to something noble and righteous, especially when he comes to love. Just because-“
“I am not going to let destiny dictate who I am supposed to be with!” Buffy cut Spike off her stern voice, even though she wasn’t talking to him.
“The world has to be better than that, Angel! I have to be better than that. I’m sorry. It doesn’t mean I don’t l-“
“So, because we’re destined to be together you don’t want to be together!” Angel snapped.
“Exactly!” Buffy said.
“That makes just about as much sense as you wanting me to have sex with Spike,” Angel sighed haplessly.
“It kinda makes perfect sense,” Faith said as she kept her arms around Spike but looked over at Buffy and the whiney Twilight.
“B wants to be with you because she wants to be with you, not because some stupid prophecy or crusty ol’ god is making her think she wants to be with you. She must always be asking herself if she’s really into you or is it just the damn cosmos fucking with her. That’s gotta suck,” Faith said, “And as far as her wanting to see you get it on with Spike most girls wouldn’t turn a blind eye to that show. It’s a big kept secret but us girls like boy-on-boy as much as you horn dogs like girl-on-girl. I mean, it’s almost a better way for her to get her rocks off, really. She doesn’t have to deal with any of the pain in the ass intimacy shit if she can just see you givin’ it and gettin’ it with another hot guy she’s into.”
“Oh my god!” Buffy gasped, “I may be high, but I think Faith is like a genius. Maybe she’s like one of those idiot savant people that’s only a genius about sex.”
“Stop insulting my-Faith,” Spike managed to says as he came in on Buffy with one swoop as The Yeah Yeah Yeahs came on the IPod singing about beheading.
Spike meant to be menacing. He really did, but he found he swept her up in his arms lovingly and swept off the nearest kitchen counter and started shagging her blind.
Oh! This was his trigger. Him hearing someone say Faith was less than brilliant. When Faith called herself stupid he would always get mad as hell, but instead of yelling at her he’d taken to shagging her stupid until she stopped saying she was. He’d partake in this activity stone sober anytime Faith let him. And now he was high and shagging Buffy because she had said something about Faith’s intelligence. That little bitch, Buffy. Buffy (and her tight little cunny who made those girlie shocked noises when he shagged her hard) had bloody talked smack about Faith. Wonderful bint!
Spike had been trying to control his desire for Faith and he didn’t have to with Buffy. Buffy was no longer everything, but she was bloody something! Both Spike and her were in their blissful silence that they used to get when they hooked into each other. Fuck! Damn! Bugger! All Spike could think was: move, thrust, rush, Buffy’s tight light went cunny. Glorious imperfect goddess Buffy. It was almost all his brain could take, but he could hear Angel and Faith, mostly Angel moving his gob. Nick Cave came on with his Red Right Hand.
“Hmm, looks like your toy got distracted,” Angel said to Faith, “He’ll do that ya know, darlin’?”
Spike gnashed his teeth and grabbed at Buffy’s hips. He was not bloody distrac-Oh God! Buffy’s cunny was snapping on him.
“Daddy, Daddy if you could only see how good he’s been treatin’ me you’d give us our blessing right now,” Spike heard Faith say dryly to Angel.
Spike felt his lip twist into a bitter grin to make a snigger. Buffy’s pleasure scream filled his ears.
“I don’t think so,” Angel said to Faith and Spike heard Faith moan mix with Buffy’s scream.
He could only imagine what the poof was doing to her, but as long as Faith was happy…Buffy was way past happy and Spike had barely started.
“I didn’t say I’d give a shit about your blessing. I just-Ungh!” Faith grunted in that way she had- defiant satisfaction.
“I meant: I don’t think I’m going to let you pass off what’s left to be said as a quote from a dumb ass 80s song. Actually, I know I’m not,” Angel said with his heavy breath.
“I love that song,” Faith said.
“My girl always did have bad taste, clearly,” Angel said.
“Well, yeah,” Faith said, “The man I picked to steer me right is an unrepentant murderer of my girls, and can’t even keep the woman of his destiny who loves the shit out of him.”
Spike heard this through Buffy pulling him down and kissing him. Spike’s whole body burned with pleasure while he was able to keep at the wailing Buffy.
“Oh, that’s it,” Angel said, “Over my knee you go.”
By the end of his sentence Angel was across the room with Faith giggling. Spike didn’t have to see them to know what was happening. A blind moron would know. Jay Z came on with Rhianna singing about owning the night and all.
“Oh, you think this is funny, do ya?” Angel said in that low mocking voice as he came down on her ass hard again and again.
Of course, Faith thought it was funny. She had set the blind moron up and he thought he was the one in control. It was beautiful and almost perfect, like Buffy’s coming face and her strong tiny animal grip that was bruising Spike’s arms.
“Oh, oh I missed you so much,” Buffy moaned softly and Spike moaned wordlessly.
“That’s what I thought,” Angel said spanking Faith’s ass, “You missed my firm hand. You need both of ‘em.”
Spike could hear Faith moan. He could smell Faith flood from so many feet away. That “I like the way you move” song came on.
“Oh yeah, fuck, Angel!” Faith squealed.
“Not until you say it,” Angel said to Faith and smacked her ass even harder while he was teasing her cunt.
Faith moaned for a while not saying anything, like Buffy.
“Fuck me,” Spike heard Faith say in her throaty voice.
God! Spike lifted Buffy while she was around his cock and she looked at him with those wide amazing shocked hazel eyes and reached back and knocked everything off the counters he carried her along. She looked more shocked she was breaking things and she loved doing it. That song came on with that girl with the alto longing voice that sang about love and necessary evils.
“Why is it so good with you?” Buffy whispered to Spike.
“You’re gonna play dumb with me?” Angel said, “I’m losing patients, Faith. Say it. Say it all.”
Smack!
“You know why!” Spike managed to sputter to Buffy.
“Bastard!” Faith cried to Angel. Smack!
“Because you love me?” Buffy gasped to Spike.
“That’s-not-it,” Angel spoke and spanked and finger-fucked Faith in a rhythm, “I know you can say it.”
“I-I fucking forgive you!” Faith said to Angel, “I know you did what you had to do. What you were fucking meant to do, okay? I’ve always fucking known it, okay?”
“Really?” Angel said, dropping that god awful smugness, “Then why did you-“
“I cut you out ‘cause I wanted you to make your own fucking fate, okay!” Faith yelled, “I expected more outta you than what you had to do. I didn’t want you to just go for B and smash my girls and me down in the dirt. I wanted you to make it all right and save us all. I didn’t want you to leave us. Happy now?”
Spike was trying to carry Buffy on his cock over to where he could comfort Faith, but the little blond thing grabbed on to the sink and turned to faucet on. Bloody Hell!
“No, I’m not happy,” Angel said, “I just wanted you to call me ‘Daddy.’ Faith, there was no way I could have done all that. I keep telling you I’m not perfect. But, I didn’t leave you. I know it might have seemed like I-I’m here now. And as far as smashing you down in the dirt you tried to nail me in the crotch and I knew you were strong enough t---MMM!“
Spike heard Faith kiss Angel and his crap-bag-of-excuses, but it was all right; the way it had to be with them. As much as what Spike and Buffy never had to be.
“Lover. My lover,” Buffy moaned as Spike drank water from her body as the sink spilled over her.
Bloody hell! Buffy drove him to the edge.
“Don’t talk about your fucking destiny to me. I’m not the good girl that cares about what you have to do. I’m your bad girl that needs you to tough-love me!” Faith said to Angel.
Well, bloody hell! Faith was gonna push Spike past it if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t give a toss that those weren’t for him because she never had to say that to him. That’s why it was so bloody hot! Spike had done all the things Angel demanded to be asked to do.
“Watch your mouth and fucking say that to me again how I-how I want,” Angel moaned.
“Fuck your destiny, Daddy,” Faith said, “But don’t forget about-Engh-Ooh!”
Spike could hear Faith moan and it could only be Angel’s cock going in her. Spike whispered to Buffy.
“What?” Buffy said.
“I said: Destiny never gave it to you this good, huh?” Spike repeated to Buffy.
“You know that’s why it’s so good with us,” he said as Buffy gave out a group of moans that trailed off into blissful silence.
Spike felt Buffy milk him and listened to the sound of Faith giving in and moaning “Daddy, Daddy” to Angel. Both of them always come so hard when you made them admit feelings.
Spike heard the Buzzcocks come on under his and Buffy’s moan. The pleasure kept coming hard for both Slayers as Spike’s was building. Building through The Sex Pistols, Ella Fitzgerald, Radiohead, Arctic Monkeys, and Rosemary Clooney.
Spike heard Angel say things when he wanted to push Faith over the edge: Faith was his bad girl. Faith was his good girl, sometimes too. He did love her; he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t. So, Angel knew what worked for Faith, partly. If he really knew how to get the most out of her he’d take back the bad girl thing and tell her he knew she was really only a good girl that had everything to give. But this was Angel; he was a simp.
Buffy kept moaning and squeezing and scratching Spike. She was a good and bad little Slayer with so much to give, but not everything. Spike heard another chair break and the sound of Angel coming inside of his wife. Really, already? Right, Spike forgot whom he was dealing with. Angel was a daddy, but no one ever said Angel was a good daddy with the right amount of stamina for the job. Spike kept telling Buffy he loved her and she drove him crazy, because it was true. Portishead sang about being just wanting to be a woman.
“Oew, This song,” Buffy moaned, “This song and fucking Spike. Fucking Spike and this song.”
Sweet Buffy!
“You tired of playing, huh Slayer? We always know how to fuck destiny long and hard when you got tired of it.” Spike hissed through his half open eyes as he humped her soaking as she pushed her heels into her ass.
“Spike,” Buffy whispered, ”Poor Spike. You did your destiny. I-I meant what I said. You were on fire.”
Spike was on fire now too. He went at a slower circling rhythm for her and her song.
“Poor Spike,” she cooed after she came again.
“Oh year poor, Spike,” Angel was now behind him grumbling sarcastically.
“He only has everything, and now he has my cookie again. Spike can suck my Irish cock!”
Angel was prodding his thumb up Spike’s ass and Spike found his ass was squeezing against it as he fucked a coming Buffy. It was almost not unpleasant and when Spike felt Faith’s hand on his ass as well it got pleasant.
“It look like Spike can do what Spike wants,” Faith whispered.
Al Green was singing about good, bad, happy, sad times.
“Kiss,” Buffy moaned as she grabbed Spike’s face and pushed it to the side.
He found Faith’s lips and they kissed. Oh God! How was it Faith took him back to that time when he was a little simp that would just dream of kissing and nothing more?
“No, not you!” Buffy humped angrily, “You!”
And she pushed Angel and Spike’s faces together. Fine.
“No, not like you’re on a date with your cousin, like you mean it,” Faith said, “Or else me an’ B won’t share our muffins.”
Angel grunted in frustration as he grabbed Spike’s ass painfully. Then Spike felt Angel’s big mouth take his in firmly sucking tongue darting. This part didn’t hurt. Spike kissed back, as Buffy’s “muffin” was beyond moist and into sodding.
“Yeah,” Buffy said and she was off moaning again.
“Spike you’re the hottest. On fire, poor baby,” she said and then Angel really jammed his thumb inside of Spike and Spike shuttered in pleasure and pain. Oh and that song about sex being on fire, how ironic.
“I did burn your Hellmouth closed,” he grunted.
“You-you did a lot more than that,” Buffy said.
“Yeah, then he was a pain in my ass for a while,” Angel twisting his thumb like a knife in Spike’s ass, a broad warm knife that knew about the pressure points of pain…and pleasure.
“Buffy, you’re just trying to make me jealous, right?” Angel asked.
“No, I think Spike is better at being a pain in the ass than you,” Faith said and Spike felt her pull out Angel’s thumb.
Gah! Egh! Oh bloody-Having Faith pull out Angel’s thumb from Spike’s all was worth Angel jamming it in. It felt so bloody good. Faith kissed the back of Spike’s neck. He came inside Buffy jerking and shaking. The Pixies came on and sang about love.
“It’s not his fault,” Buffy said as she caressed his face, “He has no destiny now. Poor him.”
“Lucky him,” Faith said, “Like I said, the man can do what he wants.”
“What do you want to do now, Spike?” Buffy asked with that grin.
“Faith. I want Faith,” Spike said with no hesitation.
“Yeah, well. Get in line. You had a long turn,” Angel said with an Angelus smile.
“It’s the wrong answer anyway,” Buffy pouted as she sat in the sink, “You were supposed to say ‘Angel’ and I was supposed to have Faith. I would have also accepted me and Angel, or me and Faith, or all of us. You gave the only wrong answer really. What do we do with you, Spike?”
Buffy pulled him in and kissed him.
“Can we stop doing that with him for just a little while, please?” Angel asked, “The Center of the spell is Faith not ‘fun new ways to torture Angel’.”
“Well, what if Faith wants to think of fun new ways to torture you after you chapped her ass? Guess you’re shit outta luck, then huh?” Faith grinned deviously and jumped away like a curvy wood sprite to the other side of the kitchen.
Elvis Costello was singing about what everyone wanted to do to this year’s girl.
“He chapped your ass?” Buffy stood up from the sink in the now wet silk pink robe, “You guys had sex again while I-“
“---was getting plowed for an hour and change by Spike,” Angel said, “Yes, Buffy, I had Faith. She’s The Center of the spell that no one can possibly resist. You went with the runt freak human sideshow…again. Third time, and this time I got to hear about how he’s the hottest and I kept my mouth shut. I love you so much I even let you suck me into it. It’s a good thing I can’t lose my soul if you give me a moment of perfect misery.’’
“Angel-“ Buffy began looking heartbroken.
“Buffy,” Angel began, “I was just-
“You aren’t miserable!” Spike snapped and stood up to the other naked man, “I know you miserable, and this isn’t it. This is you being a buggering git. No wonder Buffy doesn’t want to be with you even though it’s written in stone. Even with the soul you get off on is making the people you love miserable.”
“Wait,” Faith said.
“That can’t be true because I want to make you more miserable than I’ve ever made anyone and I’m not feeling the love,” Angel said, “Buffy doesn’t want to be with you either.“
Angel bounded towards him. Spike got his fists up.
“Buffy doesn’t want to be with anyone.” Buffy yelled as she covered her ears. Oh no! She was going to cry. “Maybe Buffy knows her love just makes people miserable or kills them.”
“Wait,” Faith said again.
“Buffy, that’s not what I meant at all,” Angel said, ”It-it’s just the spell. It’s making me not myself. Spike is wrong for a change. People aren’t their desires; otherwise they’d all be animals. I-I couldn’t stand the thought of you being disappoi-“
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Faith yelled at them from across the kitchen, “God, I thought I had no patients. Did I not just say I had a fun new way to torture Angel and other guys who now deserve it? Stress on the word fun here, people. Not your Twilight bullshit.”
Faith then blasted the IPod home station cutting off Elvis C. with bloody Billy Idol.
“Last night a little dancer came dancin’ to my room!” Faith sang.
She bounced back towards them and grabbed Buffy by the hand and walked her to the other side of the kitchen.
“Faith,” Angel groaned, “This is the last thing I need right now. You’re making me come over there.”
“Last night a little angel came pumpin’ ‘cross my floor. If either of you come over here I’ll make you do things to each other you never even heard of before you can fuck me or B again,” Faith said and then turned to Buffy smiling, “Sing it, B.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Angel said.
“I-I don’t-You have a way better voice than me,” Buffy said to Faith, stunned and blinking away her tears.
“Very funny, love,” Spike said, “You can stop now.”
“I don’t think I’m kidding and I don’t think I’ll stop unless you guys were kidding when you just had your asshole dick-swing just then. Upsetting my girl,” Faith glared at Angel and Spike.
“I’m not-I-“ Buffy stammered.
Faith pulled Buffy into the living room area.
“C’mon, B! Sing with me,” Faith said, “We’re putting on a retro show for jackass and Daddy and they can’t touch us ‘til it’s over and you have to sing with me.”
“Oh I’m the jackass, am I? What about him saying-“ Spike saw that Buffy looked shaken before he could stop himself.
“You upset the balance!” Faith snapped at him and then turned away from him and sang “In the midnight hour she cried more, more, more!”
Oh, Spike was a rude bad man. Upsetting the balance is a big offense to Faith. But, still he did not deserve Rebel Yell.
“Pet, love of my life,” Spike gritted his teeth, “I understand what you’re trying to do but, I thought we agreed no more Billy Idol after we went back in time and discovered he was a demon. Not that I didn’t know it anyway. Poser! Thieving bastard. He even tried to take my girl--twice, and you know very well this song is from my-my poem he stole.”
Spike’s fingers curled into fists again.
“Spike wrote a poem,” Buffy said and laughed.
“Yeah, most of the ‘Rebel Yell’ album were poems he wrote for that crazy ‘ho and he lost them all, with his look, in a bet to Idol,” Faith said to Buffy.
“He bloody cheated and my look was never part of the deal! He stole way before! And only half of the album was mine, the good half!” Spike grumbled.
“Spike wrote poems!” Buffy roared out laughing.
“Don’t lose it on me now, B. We have a whole show to do all 80s music, and I gotta get you back for that ‘sweet’ thing,” Faith said and then she kissed Buffy’s neck and tickled her and lay her down on the couch.
“Stop!” Buffy said laughing, “Stop it!”
And moaning.
Brilliant bloody hell! There were few better things than shagging a Slayer you loved.
“Stop what?” Faith said, “This?”
Buffy laughed and squealed like a child as Faith tickled her ribs.
“Or this?” Faith said Buffy moaned from deep in her throat.
Spike couldn’t see where Faith’s other hand was, but he had a pretty good idea. He wasn’t even the least bit upset that Faith had stolen the “Stop what?” routine from him.
“Don’t stop that,” Buffy moaned.
“Okay, you gotta sing when the words come back then,” Faith said, “You know ‘em.”
For the first time Spike was even over the fact that goddamned UN-vital Idol stole from him. Share and share alike.
“Oh, Faith, Faith, I don’t know this part coming up,” Buffy moaned as the lyrics came back, “No! Don’t st-Ugh.”
She tried to sing laying on the couch in her strained little voice. Angel gripped Spike’s arm with sexual frustration. He never was the sort that could handle it very well.
“Something about heaven something something Seven-Eleven something something mess up his hair,” Buffy said.
“That’s the only part I didn’t write! It’s bloody ridiculous and ruins the flow!” Spike couldn’t help but say.
Well, he couldn’t have them all thinking he wrote that.
“That ‘messing up his hair’ part was Idol’s dig at me,” Spike said, “I wrote: We lived in our own Heaven getting young blood to go at Seven-Eleven. All night I go out and collect my fare to be inside you while you can just kill them with a stare.”
“Really?” Angel asked.
“I was rhyming because Dru wanted it, alright? I’m not the rhyming sort, usually. Besides, we did get our blood at Seven-Eleven! You could feed off the whole underbelly of a city at one of those places.”
“No, that’s much better. I always liked the lyrics to this. It was just everything in the 80s was so over-done,” Angel said.
“What do you know?” Spike grumbled, “I loved that bloody decade! All the energy, the excess. It was full of life. They were born in it!”
He gestured as Buffy and Faith were now giving each other mutual pleasure and taking a break from singing. Pretty little maids one in pink and one in blue with their robes wide open showing all the good wet bits while noises of pleasure escaped them. Why the hell wasn’t he over there? Oh, right being punished, he upset the balance, he did.
“There is that,” Angel smiled.
“I want to make you feel better than anyone ever,” Buffy whispered to Faith as various limbs were wrapped around others.
“Right, you wanna-wanna-do what’s right and end the spell. Save your boys from slut-bomb Faith,” Faith said breathily.
“No, I want to save you. Give you a happy. Always did,” Buffy whispered.
Both Slayers came hard and flew up in the air and came crashing back down on the couch. Buffy giggled after her “ouuf.” Faith was silent. Oh, that’s was just neat! Angel was squeezed the hell out of Spike’s shoulder. Faith and Buffy looked at each other and started singing again.
Faith and Buffy sang about the midnight hour and Spike didn’t mind any of it, accept Angel squeezing him maybe. He was almost sad the song was over. Almost.
“K’ next up is ‘Lonely ‘Ol Night’ which is what you both will have if you don’t come over here and sing it with us, in its entirety,” Faith said as she stood up on the couch and Buffy rose with her and kissed Faith shoulder.
“You’re talking to us?” Spike asked. It took him a second.
“No, no!” Angel sounded downright afraid.
“Ow!” Spike grumbled as Angel was gripping the back of his neck like a line out of Hell.
“Why are you touching me?” Angel grumbled at Spike as he let go of Spike’s neck and stared at his hand like it was foreign and then turned his gaze back to Faith.
“Faith, I would die for you. Spell or no spell and Buffy, I love you. I would do anything to see you happy. That’s why I did everything I did. I never ever wanted either of you to be miserable, but sometimes I had to do things that made you a little unhappy so you I knew you’d be happy for good later,” Angel said.
“Yeah, how’s that working out for you,” Spike scoffed.
“And if you want to screw Spike a thousand times I can handle that,” Angel continued, “If you want me to screw the little bastard I can do-“
“Excuse m-“ Spike began, but the conviction in Angel’s voice over-powered him.
“I will bend Spike over the sink right now and get it over with if that’s what it’s going to take for you to forgive me for what I said. But, I-“
“Oi!” Spike grumbled and backed away from Angel, “I know you’re into to doing painful useless things so people will forgive you, but they should be painful for you not me, you buggering-“
“Fine! Fine! We’ll do it that way,” Angel said, “But I am not, I repeat, not singing a John Melloncamp song with people. Those days are over and I have limits.”
“Oh my God!” Buffy gasped. Was she realizing her boyfriend was a total poofter?
“You mean you’ve sung a John Cougar Melloncamp song in front of people before?” she said.
“And I’m not doing it again,” Angel said.
While they were both completely serious as heart attacks. Spike smiled at Faith who smiled back. There was only one thing they could do next. God, he loved her.
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