Fic: Me Too: Act 6: Rated: M, Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Fic: Me Too: Act 6: Rated: M, Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Title: Me Too
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Author: Strange Bint
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
Summary for this Chapter: Everyone starts peaking on the sex spell. Buffy has no complaints, but she’s kinda having trouble getting to the highest peak. It has to be Faith’s fault. Something’s blocked, and Angel’s pacing like he’s in a cage. Still more hints about what happened to Faithy.
FEEDBACK ROCKS!
The John Cougar Mellencamp song-jangling guitar went out with the quick drum beats. Buffy had to sit. She was dizzy from singing to please Faith, or no, dizzy from something else something building from inside her naughty place and pulsating out of her to the beat of Faith's voice. That cigarette, purring, I'm-a-girl-that-does-things-you-won't voice. Buffy heard Faith's talking, laughing. It didn't matter what Faith was saying. It was probably more of Faith telling Angel to "relax" while she teased him about singing. Or she was making a joke about how this night wasn't custom made for two lonely people, but two lonely people like Angel and Buffy had crashed it. Faith wasn't any Winston Churchill with words, but that voice was like a thick deep chocolate syrup with an amaretto chaser that filled a room. Buffy wanted to wrap herself in that voice. No, Buffy wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck Faith. Now.
"Fuck," Faith gasped. She could say the right thing sometimes.
Then, there was swift silent movement that could only be felt in the air. A force was rising and wetting everything inside and out. A moving compact muscled animal swooped and lowered Faith to the white cottony floaty rug, spreading her muscled but still girl-round thighs while giving Buffy a whiff of that honey and spice. A white-yellow went up and down while flashing between Faith's legs. There were little smacking sounds and big raspy cries. Faith was being spread and spilled all over the rug. This was all before Buffy could breath out from her shaky breath in from Faith's "fuck." Fuck. What was happening? Whatever it was Buffy wanted more of it, to be closer to it and to the spilling pleasure-bound Faith.
Buffy realized Spike had got Faith down on the rug and was going down on her with power only a guy-who-wasn't-a-vampire-but-was-now-some-other-supernatural-sexy-thing could have.
"EooewBillywait I- whoa-" Faith cries rolled into almost words.
"Peaking. Got you, baby" Spike. He knew how to use five words or less with that tongue when it counted.
"Beautiful," he said and Buffy could see him gazing between Faith's spread legs.
Faith's face looked beautiful too. Stricken.
"No, I-OooH!" she gasped as Spike went back to licking.
Then, Faith's face released into something divine as Buffy saw Spike dive and grind his head in crazed circles between her legs. Watching the motion of Spike's head hearing his mouth on Faith made Buffy lay back and touch herself. It was like their moves had an invisible tight rope on all of Buffy's good parts as she watched them side ways from the couch.
Faith's raspy "Oh" went slowly up and down and up again until it went into a scream and came back down into moans of pure trembling pleasure. It was faster and more intense than the other times Faith had come. Buffy always thought things couldn't get any more intense with Faith and then they did. Buffy could feel the other Slayer coming in her own body. It was amazing. It was Buffy's new favorite hurtful pleasure because she still didn't have full relief inside of herself. She climbed and climbed a ladder built on Faith's cries and her spread legs and Spike's working head and back.
Buffy had to get closer, but her body was locked in tingles. She saw Angel just staring at the scene a few feet back, but he wasn't all quivery. He paced. He wasn't talking. Buffy found she had nothing to say either. Who would talk at a time like this?
"Gotta tell you-Need to say-I-she-sorry-" Faith.
She was breathing more than talking, in and out, in and out. Pleasure and heartbreak. Tensing and releasing. Tensing and releasing inside of Buffy.
"Never apologize for squirting something so sweet into a man's mouth," Spike said or panted.
Oh, God! If Buffy could just squirt now for no one but Buffy she'd die happy! Faith's squirted and Buffy could feel she still wasn't satisfied. How could that be?
"No, need to give back to you," Faith shuttered as she wiggled and pulled at Spike in a way that rubbed Buffy raw. Faith pulled at Spike until his head come up beside her.
"You have no idea how bloody good it feels to make you-Mmm, love how you turn the tables, Slayer."
Buffy saw Faith had wrapped her legs around Spike and sat up and rolled him over. He gripped her round face and kissed her open mouthed but tight.
"You aren't so bad at that yourself," Faith lips smacked off of Spike's, "You kiss better than a chick and you fuck like god damned Superman."
Buffy felt Faith's joy and pleasure. It felt like her body glided over Faith's pleasure like a skipping stone. There were ripples of pleasure. She was literally tickled by Faith's laugh. It sounded like the laugh of a girl that was fucking Spike for the first time; a girl that was free to fuck Spike in front of who she wanted, literally. There was no shame, but then Buffy felt something else from Faith. Pain.
"I need-need to make you-make you see. You gotta know-"
Faith's pain was like a block. Buffy needed to come-oh-so-bad and it wasn't happening and it had to be because of this block. What did Faith need?
"You love him, right?" Buffy heard the words coming out of her own mouth, "That's what you're trying to tell him, isn't it? That's why I can't come, or come enough. This is the first time you're fucking him and you're on this spell and you think you love him."
She didn't remember bounding across the room or kneeling over Spike where Faith was on top of him. Now Buffy was gripping the sides of Faith's face. Spike laughed but it was Faith's laugh that rattled Buffy and made her dizzy. Faith, the room, the world, seemed to dip in and out, even though she was laughing softly, sadly.
"B, your ability to read a situation is as sharp as ever," Faith said.
"I swear, a four year old child is better at picking up on other's interactions," Spike said under them, "Faith doesn't think anything. This is a feeling trip and I make Faith feel good, happy. Now, let's have a little less talk and little more shagging."
Spike reached his arms up and hooked his arms under Faith and pulled her into him and Buffy shut her eyes when Faith yipped because Spike was inside of her.
"Yeah, I'm not a thinker, B. You know that," Faith said and grabbed Buffy around her neck.
Buffy felt Faith's breast bounce against her side. Buffy felt Faith's gentle kisses against the side of her forehead as she grinded into Spike. Buffy could feel the a power between them as the grinded and grinded for she didn't know how long. They both made sounds of pleasure and Buffy touched herself with abandoned restraint but-
"No," Buffy said, "You're lying, Faith. You -you have to tell him. You need to say it, or else I'll never-"
"Buffy," Spike said, "'S'not what you think, love. Don't make her say anything. She's not ready."
Buffy felt his hand go up between her legs. Okay, maybe Buffy could come. She forgot how good he was at that and somehow he was better when he was doing it while fucking someone else. Not just anyone else.
"Faith," Buffy said to Spike as she squeezed his hand between her legs, "It's the spell. She thinks she loves you 'cause-'cause you fuck so good, but she has to say it 'cause I want her to com-"
"I think I love him, but it's all the spell because a bitch like me can't love, right?" Faith's smile was more like baring teeth and she kissed Buffy like that.
Buffy heard Spike groaning. She put Buffy's bottom lip between her teeth sucked it and let it drop. Buffy found she couldn't move again. She didn't know how she stayed kneeling even.
"What if you're right, B?" Faith whispered coyly, "What if didn't go so much soft in my old age, but got a girl boner for Spike? So, I'm into Spike. I'd do any sick and twisted thing to be with Spike. This sex spell was all for Spike. Spike's ropey arms and springy ass and big ol' English kipper that you let get away."
Faith stretched her hands out over Spike's chest and leaned back on heels as she raked her hands down his body. Spike grunted and groaned.
"Alright now-" Spike began as he sat up under Faith.
"Shut-up, farm stud!" Faith snapped, "This isn't about you."
Faith had those crazed wide eyes Buffy remembered.
"So, I'm taking what I don't deserve because that the only kind of love a girl like me can get. What would you want to do to me, B? You want to steal it back from me? Cut it away. Do it," Faith commanded.
Buffy didn't remember getting Faith's kitchen knife really. She didn't know if she flew or walked. She did remember Angel grim faced, hot 'n tortured and pacing. She didn't remember getting Faith on her back, but there was Buffy gliding the knife over Faith's skin. She passed the blade over Faith's tummy and kissed up it. Faith trembled in pleasure. She really looked at Faith's pussy trimmed down and neat and natural while she took her fingertip to the pink clit.
"It's okay. You can cut me if you want," Faith said in a moaning whisper that sounded nothing like her commanding voice from a second ago, "Nothing will come out. She-"
"She doesn't want to hurt you, Firecracker. Not for me. Not for anything," Spike said. Faith's arms had been crossed over her chest and Spike stretched them up over her head. Buffy barely touched the knife to Faith's breasts before kissing them.
Faith rolled her head in Spike's lap as she gave a shaky moan.
"Do you want to hurt Faith, Buffy?" Spike asked locking eyes with Buffy.
"No, I want to do what she wants. She wants this. She wants something inside of her out," Buffy panted and went back to kissing Faith's stomach her lips felt her knew bumpy patch of scars and Buffy licked them.
"Oh, you are brilliant in the end, love, always," Spike said as her rubbed Buffy's head as she licked Faith's scars.
Buffy felt frenzied as Faith cried out.
"Oh, Oh shit, B. Spike-The best thing was inside me. She was-I-"
"You can do it, love. Do it!" Spike said.
Buffy noticed something warm trickled down her hand, her hand she had the knife in. She looked up and saw Faith pushing on the blade as she moaned.
"Oh, sh-" was the last thing she heard Spike say before she heard the vampire growl.
Title: Me Too
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Author: Strange Bint
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
Summary for this Chapter: Everyone starts peaking on the sex spell. Buffy has no complaints, but she’s kinda having trouble getting to the highest peak. It has to be Faith’s fault. Something’s blocked, and Angel’s pacing like he’s in a cage. Still more hints about what happened to Faithy.
FEEDBACK ROCKS!
The John Cougar Mellencamp song-jangling guitar went out with the quick drum beats. Buffy had to sit. She was dizzy from singing to please Faith, or no, dizzy from something else something building from inside her naughty place and pulsating out of her to the beat of Faith's voice. That cigarette, purring, I'm-a-girl-that-does-things-you-won't voice. Buffy heard Faith's talking, laughing. It didn't matter what Faith was saying. It was probably more of Faith telling Angel to "relax" while she teased him about singing. Or she was making a joke about how this night wasn't custom made for two lonely people, but two lonely people like Angel and Buffy had crashed it. Faith wasn't any Winston Churchill with words, but that voice was like a thick deep chocolate syrup with an amaretto chaser that filled a room. Buffy wanted to wrap herself in that voice. No, Buffy wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck Faith. Now.
"Fuck," Faith gasped. She could say the right thing sometimes.
Then, there was swift silent movement that could only be felt in the air. A force was rising and wetting everything inside and out. A moving compact muscled animal swooped and lowered Faith to the white cottony floaty rug, spreading her muscled but still girl-round thighs while giving Buffy a whiff of that honey and spice. A white-yellow went up and down while flashing between Faith's legs. There were little smacking sounds and big raspy cries. Faith was being spread and spilled all over the rug. This was all before Buffy could breath out from her shaky breath in from Faith's "fuck." Fuck. What was happening? Whatever it was Buffy wanted more of it, to be closer to it and to the spilling pleasure-bound Faith.
Buffy realized Spike had got Faith down on the rug and was going down on her with power only a guy-who-wasn't-a-vampire-but-was-now-some-other-supernatural-sexy-thing could have.
"EooewBillywait I- whoa-" Faith cries rolled into almost words.
"Peaking. Got you, baby" Spike. He knew how to use five words or less with that tongue when it counted.
"Beautiful," he said and Buffy could see him gazing between Faith's spread legs.
Faith's face looked beautiful too. Stricken.
"No, I-OooH!" she gasped as Spike went back to licking.
Then, Faith's face released into something divine as Buffy saw Spike dive and grind his head in crazed circles between her legs. Watching the motion of Spike's head hearing his mouth on Faith made Buffy lay back and touch herself. It was like their moves had an invisible tight rope on all of Buffy's good parts as she watched them side ways from the couch.
Faith's raspy "Oh" went slowly up and down and up again until it went into a scream and came back down into moans of pure trembling pleasure. It was faster and more intense than the other times Faith had come. Buffy always thought things couldn't get any more intense with Faith and then they did. Buffy could feel the other Slayer coming in her own body. It was amazing. It was Buffy's new favorite hurtful pleasure because she still didn't have full relief inside of herself. She climbed and climbed a ladder built on Faith's cries and her spread legs and Spike's working head and back.
Buffy had to get closer, but her body was locked in tingles. She saw Angel just staring at the scene a few feet back, but he wasn't all quivery. He paced. He wasn't talking. Buffy found she had nothing to say either. Who would talk at a time like this?
"Gotta tell you-Need to say-I-she-sorry-" Faith.
She was breathing more than talking, in and out, in and out. Pleasure and heartbreak. Tensing and releasing. Tensing and releasing inside of Buffy.
"Never apologize for squirting something so sweet into a man's mouth," Spike said or panted.
Oh, God! If Buffy could just squirt now for no one but Buffy she'd die happy! Faith's squirted and Buffy could feel she still wasn't satisfied. How could that be?
"No, need to give back to you," Faith shuttered as she wiggled and pulled at Spike in a way that rubbed Buffy raw. Faith pulled at Spike until his head come up beside her.
"You have no idea how bloody good it feels to make you-Mmm, love how you turn the tables, Slayer."
Buffy saw Faith had wrapped her legs around Spike and sat up and rolled him over. He gripped her round face and kissed her open mouthed but tight.
"You aren't so bad at that yourself," Faith lips smacked off of Spike's, "You kiss better than a chick and you fuck like god damned Superman."
Buffy felt Faith's joy and pleasure. It felt like her body glided over Faith's pleasure like a skipping stone. There were ripples of pleasure. She was literally tickled by Faith's laugh. It sounded like the laugh of a girl that was fucking Spike for the first time; a girl that was free to fuck Spike in front of who she wanted, literally. There was no shame, but then Buffy felt something else from Faith. Pain.
"I need-need to make you-make you see. You gotta know-"
Faith's pain was like a block. Buffy needed to come-oh-so-bad and it wasn't happening and it had to be because of this block. What did Faith need?
"You love him, right?" Buffy heard the words coming out of her own mouth, "That's what you're trying to tell him, isn't it? That's why I can't come, or come enough. This is the first time you're fucking him and you're on this spell and you think you love him."
She didn't remember bounding across the room or kneeling over Spike where Faith was on top of him. Now Buffy was gripping the sides of Faith's face. Spike laughed but it was Faith's laugh that rattled Buffy and made her dizzy. Faith, the room, the world, seemed to dip in and out, even though she was laughing softly, sadly.
"B, your ability to read a situation is as sharp as ever," Faith said.
"I swear, a four year old child is better at picking up on other's interactions," Spike said under them, "Faith doesn't think anything. This is a feeling trip and I make Faith feel good, happy. Now, let's have a little less talk and little more shagging."
Spike reached his arms up and hooked his arms under Faith and pulled her into him and Buffy shut her eyes when Faith yipped because Spike was inside of her.
"Yeah, I'm not a thinker, B. You know that," Faith said and grabbed Buffy around her neck.
Buffy felt Faith's breast bounce against her side. Buffy felt Faith's gentle kisses against the side of her forehead as she grinded into Spike. Buffy could feel the a power between them as the grinded and grinded for she didn't know how long. They both made sounds of pleasure and Buffy touched herself with abandoned restraint but-
"No," Buffy said, "You're lying, Faith. You -you have to tell him. You need to say it, or else I'll never-"
"Buffy," Spike said, "'S'not what you think, love. Don't make her say anything. She's not ready."
Buffy felt his hand go up between her legs. Okay, maybe Buffy could come. She forgot how good he was at that and somehow he was better when he was doing it while fucking someone else. Not just anyone else.
"Faith," Buffy said to Spike as she squeezed his hand between her legs, "It's the spell. She thinks she loves you 'cause-'cause you fuck so good, but she has to say it 'cause I want her to com-"
"I think I love him, but it's all the spell because a bitch like me can't love, right?" Faith's smile was more like baring teeth and she kissed Buffy like that.
Buffy heard Spike groaning. She put Buffy's bottom lip between her teeth sucked it and let it drop. Buffy found she couldn't move again. She didn't know how she stayed kneeling even.
"What if you're right, B?" Faith whispered coyly, "What if didn't go so much soft in my old age, but got a girl boner for Spike? So, I'm into Spike. I'd do any sick and twisted thing to be with Spike. This sex spell was all for Spike. Spike's ropey arms and springy ass and big ol' English kipper that you let get away."
Faith stretched her hands out over Spike's chest and leaned back on heels as she raked her hands down his body. Spike grunted and groaned.
"Alright now-" Spike began as he sat up under Faith.
"Shut-up, farm stud!" Faith snapped, "This isn't about you."
Faith had those crazed wide eyes Buffy remembered.
"So, I'm taking what I don't deserve because that the only kind of love a girl like me can get. What would you want to do to me, B? You want to steal it back from me? Cut it away. Do it," Faith commanded.
Buffy didn't remember getting Faith's kitchen knife really. She didn't know if she flew or walked. She did remember Angel grim faced, hot 'n tortured and pacing. She didn't remember getting Faith on her back, but there was Buffy gliding the knife over Faith's skin. She passed the blade over Faith's tummy and kissed up it. Faith trembled in pleasure. She really looked at Faith's pussy trimmed down and neat and natural while she took her fingertip to the pink clit.
"It's okay. You can cut me if you want," Faith said in a moaning whisper that sounded nothing like her commanding voice from a second ago, "Nothing will come out. She-"
"She doesn't want to hurt you, Firecracker. Not for me. Not for anything," Spike said. Faith's arms had been crossed over her chest and Spike stretched them up over her head. Buffy barely touched the knife to Faith's breasts before kissing them.
Faith rolled her head in Spike's lap as she gave a shaky moan.
"Do you want to hurt Faith, Buffy?" Spike asked locking eyes with Buffy.
"No, I want to do what she wants. She wants this. She wants something inside of her out," Buffy panted and went back to kissing Faith's stomach her lips felt her knew bumpy patch of scars and Buffy licked them.
"Oh, you are brilliant in the end, love, always," Spike said as her rubbed Buffy's head as she licked Faith's scars.
Buffy felt frenzied as Faith cried out.
"Oh, Oh shit, B. Spike-The best thing was inside me. She was-I-"
"You can do it, love. Do it!" Spike said.
Buffy noticed something warm trickled down her hand, her hand she had the knife in. She looked up and saw Faith pushing on the blade as she moaned.
"Oh, sh-" was the last thing she heard Spike say before she heard the vampire growl.