Fic: Me Too: Act 7: 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. Can Angel have a high moment of happiness without Angelus? What will everybody else do about it? Feed the beast? Cage it? And what the hell is up with Faith and what does Spike have to do with it? For Adults only. Hard-Core Soft Porn.
FEEDBACK ROCKS!
He got the girl. Faith, she was always his. She was his and he would feed and he would fuck, finally. There was no more fighting it. He couldn’t. Her blood was…
She let out a longing whine that was just for him even though her arms reached out for her betrothed fleetingly as he dragged her away from the idiot.
He sprang and latched on to Faith’s wound. He tasted it and tasted it, sucked at the life that he had made, and now would fuck as much as he wanted.
Like old times.
Only with more ceiling track lighting and an almost shag crème rug. This had to be Faith’s choice. She never had money so how could she have taste? She had no idea how good she tasted.
Blood, but blood unlike any other he had in two centuries. Raw, naked, of creation blood.
Blood of the Holy Mary. Blood the drunken artists painted in their manic states before he fed on them to see what he could create. This wasn’t the same blood he had tasted before. There still was that working class salt of growing up near dirty streets and led paint, and there was that pain, that beautiful pain, his other one didn’t have, but OH GOD! The Power of it. The taste of a Slayer with the taste of all of those behind her.
Her perforated soft flesh poured and fed her power out to him. Only the slash she made wasn’t big enough, deep enough. It was almost as if she made it by accident. He lifted his head so his fangs could tear a bigger lifeline into her. He was perfectly happy. He was peaking. He was peaking on a Euphori spell high and drinking the most powerful blood imaginable.
The best part was that his little blonde would watch the whole thing. Oh and Buffy would watch too. But, Spike wasn’t behaving. He never did at first. He pulled Angelus away from Faith. The little bastard had grown stronger. But he wasn’t the only one. He turned to Spike in his real face. The vampire one, the one Spike didn’t have anymore.
“How can you get between us? You don’t have anything that can make blood ties to her, nothing to leave a mark that can’t be sucked out. How did you lose your fangs again?” he said, his own words making him lightheaded with joy.
Of course, Spike attacked him roaring in anguish. Good boy.
He hit the little shaite as hard as he could in the face. When Spike fell and began crawling around on the floor he pounced on top of him. Angelus laughed when Spike struggled to reach up with that tired stake Faith had first flashed at him.
“You think I won’t do it,” Spike spat through his teeth, “You think I wouldn’t know the second you--”
“Chill out, Spike,” Faith said, “I was ready for this roll play.”
“Roll play? Is that what they’re doing? Eow, okay! Roll playing can be fun,” Buffy said.
When you put a little sex and magic in her she really was the perfect dumb blonde. Her lips were at Angel’s neck as she pecked and talked.
“So, did the big bad vampire bite, Faith? Now, why did you go a do a thing like that? Why don’t you have your way with Spike while I kiss Faith better? Maybe you should roll around a lot while you do it. Oh, and get some oil from the kitchen.”
“And maybe you should shut-up for once and realize this isn’t your show, pistol,” he said turning to Buffy and kissing her casually on the lips, “I tasted Faith because she’s mine. She was always mine. You all are. Too bad you’re not as fresh as you used to be to bring me out anymore, Buff. What can I say Angel likes blondes young and innocent and way less chatty in bed. Now you look hurt and shocked and wait here and I’ll be back for you.”
Buffy’s face fell in confusion as she touched it and stayed put. Good girl. He’d have gone to her as an appetizer, but Spike was still under him gripping at his forearms. It took a lot of his strength to cover Spike’s mouth and shut him up.
“And speaking of young innocent blondes, and I love the new hair. Willy, I’ve missed you like this. It’s been a very long time since you were just a man, like two years. Wish I had tickets to that. Did she really rip your beating heart out of your chest in the middle of the desert? See, I wouldn’t have done that. I would have made you watch. A helpless little man,” he said and licked the blood from Spike’s mouth as he touched their cocks together.
Spike’s blood tasted-it tasted nothing like a demon’s, and nothing like a human’s.
“You-you’re not a man-“ It threw Angelus. He was thrown. Angel didn’t like being thrown. It made him unhappy.
Oh God! What was he--
“Like fuck he’s not. More than you’ll ever be.”
Then, he felt her arms around him. Tight fighting strong whore/Madonna arms as she gripped him hard enough to squeeze any life out of him. He smelled that blood again and he was happy-oh so happy-to be living-dead. Faith flew up with him, her perfectly bitable tits against his upper back those ever so-slightly-curvy hips barely dangling at his lower back. His hard on getting a breeze as they flew.
“There’s my bad girl, love that mouth. I always knew you really wanted to fly away with me. You know anything I leave in you couldn’t be ripped out by any Bitch Goddess,” he whispered.
“Fuck you!” she screamed and she went to throw him down as hard as she could.
Instead he turned to her flying. That worry line came out between her eyes and they went wide with fear her pouty lips opened so she could catch flies, or even a huge cock.
“In a minute. I just want to savor that look on your face. God, maybe it’s the spell but you just get better with age,” he said flying to her.
“How-“ Faith yelped twisting away from him deliciously.
“You of course, little-miss-fuck-up. You gave me your blood, so you gave me your powers. About time you gave somebody something worthwhile. I gotta say, I’m a little disappointed. I thought you would be a much better orgy queen, Faithy. The night is almost over and you still haven’t given up all your holes. But, I guess you were waiting for someone worthwhile.”
He had turned her around so that her ass was against his hard cock and she gave that angry grunt. It was like the first note of a symphony.
“You’ve been waiting for me, because only I can go to that deep dark place,” he said.
“I--I knew you’d come out no matter what I did, Angelus” she said, “I-I was waiting. I didn’t forget, let my guard down. Spike’s always right about this kinda thing, but he didn’t have to tell me. I knew no matter how much I gave to B, to Angel, no matter how-how hard I tried to tell Spike what -- I knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up.”
“So, you need-me-- to really COME and end this,” he said into her ear.
Angelus smiled. He ran his tongue and then his fangs over Faith’s sunned olive skin and her bite scar as she trembled and sucked down a whimper.
“No!” she cried, “I--I need-I need to make sure you’re gone, that you won’t hurt them. I can’t give to them, have them to love, if I knew you’d come and ruin it. So, so, I have to give to you too. So, take what you want, and then Angel will come back.”
“So, if you suffer enough daddy will come back. You are a fine Irish Catholic girl.”
He made brought Brogue out and laughed.
“Don’t lose your jizz. It’s not really about you. It-it’s my karma, asshole!”
“Now, there’s a good set up for an ass play joke. Here it is:”
“This is gonna hurt,” he said, but he found himself not forcing even the tip in.
Maybe it was because she was going to let him and there was something else she wanted even less. He let go of her and flew around to face her. He smacked her ass hard, harder than that pussy Angel when he thought he was being too hard and secretly enjoying it. She swallowed a whimper. He loved doing this spell with people with souls but hers-hers was the best, so better broken then the aged-cheerleader-turned-team-leader down there. Angelus wished he found Faith first.
“But, you know what would hurt more? You telling Spike the truth,” he said, “That’s what you’ve been trying to do since this thing started, but you can’t, can you? You’re not strong enough as usual.”
She chocked back a single sob that only a vampire could hear as she kept those thick Southie dick-sucking lips shut tight and her eyes watered just a little. God, this was beautiful. Why couldn’t he just force himself inside of her- he didn’t know.
“Why don’t we tell little Willy how he just didn’t do it for you as a daddy and that’s why you let that sand-digging chick-god suck out your pussy at the last min-“
“No!” she gave a crazed laugh. Was she smiling? “That ain’t it at all. You-“
Suddenly, he felt dizzy. He would’ve fallen to the ground if Faith didn’t catch him.
“Angel,” she gasped with her arms around him.
He couldn’t fly anymore.
“Crash time, you buggered fuck!“ Spike.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Angel said, “It’s the spell and her blood. Faith, I-“
“Angel-“ Faith began. She embraced him after she lowered their feet to the floor. Faith kissed him deeply.
She was going to let him inside of her. She wanted it too, badly. He could cry while he made love to her because he had to. There wasn’t a choice. He had to be with her with every aching natural and unnatural fiber of himself.
Before he could lower them to the floor he felt something made of stone pummel into the back of his head and he hit the floor, alone.
“I’m as fresh as a daisy, you evil jerk-wad. Evil Spike, I think Angelus has to be punished,” Buffy said, but she didn’t sound angry.
She was too high on the spell, and he was grateful, for once, of more time they weren’t really having.
“Yes, mistress Buffy,” Spike said and dragged Angel back by his legs.
Angel didn’t fight Spike going into him. He just felt it. Of course, it wasn’t the same as being inside Buffy or Faith and it wasn’t anywhere near tasting Faith’s blood but it was something extreme, powerful and familiar. Spike. Something Angel accepted. Still Angel needed. Angel hated needing. But, this was the price of this spell; this was peaking. He’d kill Spike for getting them all into this. Angel reached out for Faith and grabbed her thigh. It was supple, more muscular and meatier than Buffy’s. Yes, just think of her thigh and nothing else as Faith eased herself to the floor sitting.
“This role-playing thing is fun,” Buffy said.
“Isn’t it though,” Spike said with all the sarcasm Angel wanted to buck off, but didn’t.
Angel saw Buffy sit by Faith on the floor. Faith leaned into Buffy’s hand with her eyes closed. Buffy missed the beauty of Faith’s face because she was too busy staring at Angel and Spike wide eyed with stoned amazement. When she put her hand on Angel’s lower back to feel the motion he shut his eyes and grunted. Buffy, she saw him like this, out of control, his darkness, and, spellbound or not, she liked it. But, spellbound or not, Buffy didn’t understand it, or didn’t want to. And he loved her for that. He truly did.
“Right, evil Spike, you get that Angelus. He questioned my freshness. Faith, you’re so crazy. I should have known she’d want to pretend Angel was Angelus. And, Angel, you were so--What were you guys talking about up there?” Buffy asked as Angel saw her run her hand lovingly up Faith’s face again.
“Love, what did I always used to say? ‘talking about the role-play ruins the role-play’,” Spike said through gritted teeth.
Angel found he was bucking back on Spike hard. It might stop him from talking. Saying the things he used to say to Buffy during sex. Soulless sex. Fuck Spike.
“Right, I’m not the best roll player in the world,” Buffy said, “So, I’m just gonna get in here.”
Angel felt Buffy squeeze in between him and Spike. She rapped herself around Angel’s back as Spike’s damn cock was still in him. Oh god! Buffy was so turned on by this she was soaking his back, humping his tailbone.
“This has only been my fantasy for a decade. I love your back when it can’t walk away. I just wish we had a nurse’s uniform for after because-“
She stopped and kissed him all along the back of his neck and-God-- wiggled her tongue in his ear.
“--I know I can roll-play a good nurse. I never got to do if for you enough. I’ve got you now,” she whispered in his ear.
He allowed himself to make noise. It wasn’t that it was just escaping him. He wished he and Buffy were back in their Twilight World now. He wished he didn’t have Spike up his ass as something that felt familiar and good. Or he wished he wished it, but he just wanted, had to have…. He could hear her now-Faith. Faith kissing, kissing everyone but him whispering something about being a man to Spike. Angel’s ears were ringing too much to hear. Did she whisper that she promised to “bring it” and give Spike what he needed? What about Angel? He was the one that was taking it all on his back. Along with Spike’s cock Buffy actually felt heavy.
“I need-I need-“ Angel began as he reached out.
God, why did he say he needed and why did it feel so good! It was almost perfect.
“Oh, ho. What’s that big man, you need something? What ever could that be? Nun blood? Virgin brides? The latest copy of Breaking Dawn from Edward’s point of view?”
Almost. Spike could go suck Angel’s cock! Maybe. Later. Now he needed…
“Faith,” Angel whispered and all of a sudden the dark haired girl slid under him like a dream. He thought she might vanish into air at first. She eased his aching overly hard cock inside of her and she was a cooling relief.
“I’m so happy to see you, Angel,” she smiled and then got that far away look in her eyes.
“And, I’ll keep him from getting too happy,” Spike said and Angel felt a stake to his throat.
“Oh yeah,” Buffy moaned.
When Angel felt the stake dig in he thought Spike might actually do it and Angel thought about not fighting that either. Everything else felt too good. Buffy felt light and airy. It wasn’t killing him that Spike’s cock made it impossible to turn and taje her.
“Trust you, baby,” Faith said and moaned.
But, the stake stopped at Angel’s throat. Buffy was moaning and, Faith, Faith whimpered.
“I’m so happy to-oh-- have you, Angel,” Faith was smiling, “Just stay put, okay? Don’t go.”
Angel was almost there. He was peaking and deep, deep into Faith as both Spike and Buffy pushed down on him.
“I’m here,” Angel said and Faith was coming in those amazing whimpers she hid away until something really got inside of her.
“Stay put, daddy!”
And Angel reached the top of his peak. Faith needed him too, as much as he needed her, even now. After everything they had done, and lost, and carried the weight of.
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. Can Angel have a high moment of happiness without Angelus? What will everybody else do about it? Feed the beast? Cage it? And what the hell is up with Faith and what does Spike have to do with it? For Adults only. Hard-Core Soft Porn.
FEEDBACK ROCKS!
He got the girl. Faith, she was always his. She was his and he would feed and he would fuck, finally. There was no more fighting it. He couldn’t. Her blood was…
She let out a longing whine that was just for him even though her arms reached out for her betrothed fleetingly as he dragged her away from the idiot.
He sprang and latched on to Faith’s wound. He tasted it and tasted it, sucked at the life that he had made, and now would fuck as much as he wanted.
Like old times.
Only with more ceiling track lighting and an almost shag crème rug. This had to be Faith’s choice. She never had money so how could she have taste? She had no idea how good she tasted.
Blood, but blood unlike any other he had in two centuries. Raw, naked, of creation blood.
Blood of the Holy Mary. Blood the drunken artists painted in their manic states before he fed on them to see what he could create. This wasn’t the same blood he had tasted before. There still was that working class salt of growing up near dirty streets and led paint, and there was that pain, that beautiful pain, his other one didn’t have, but OH GOD! The Power of it. The taste of a Slayer with the taste of all of those behind her.
Her perforated soft flesh poured and fed her power out to him. Only the slash she made wasn’t big enough, deep enough. It was almost as if she made it by accident. He lifted his head so his fangs could tear a bigger lifeline into her. He was perfectly happy. He was peaking. He was peaking on a Euphori spell high and drinking the most powerful blood imaginable.
The best part was that his little blonde would watch the whole thing. Oh and Buffy would watch too. But, Spike wasn’t behaving. He never did at first. He pulled Angelus away from Faith. The little bastard had grown stronger. But he wasn’t the only one. He turned to Spike in his real face. The vampire one, the one Spike didn’t have anymore.
“How can you get between us? You don’t have anything that can make blood ties to her, nothing to leave a mark that can’t be sucked out. How did you lose your fangs again?” he said, his own words making him lightheaded with joy.
Of course, Spike attacked him roaring in anguish. Good boy.
He hit the little shaite as hard as he could in the face. When Spike fell and began crawling around on the floor he pounced on top of him. Angelus laughed when Spike struggled to reach up with that tired stake Faith had first flashed at him.
“You think I won’t do it,” Spike spat through his teeth, “You think I wouldn’t know the second you--”
“Chill out, Spike,” Faith said, “I was ready for this roll play.”
“Roll play? Is that what they’re doing? Eow, okay! Roll playing can be fun,” Buffy said.
When you put a little sex and magic in her she really was the perfect dumb blonde. Her lips were at Angel’s neck as she pecked and talked.
“So, did the big bad vampire bite, Faith? Now, why did you go a do a thing like that? Why don’t you have your way with Spike while I kiss Faith better? Maybe you should roll around a lot while you do it. Oh, and get some oil from the kitchen.”
“And maybe you should shut-up for once and realize this isn’t your show, pistol,” he said turning to Buffy and kissing her casually on the lips, “I tasted Faith because she’s mine. She was always mine. You all are. Too bad you’re not as fresh as you used to be to bring me out anymore, Buff. What can I say Angel likes blondes young and innocent and way less chatty in bed. Now you look hurt and shocked and wait here and I’ll be back for you.”
Buffy’s face fell in confusion as she touched it and stayed put. Good girl. He’d have gone to her as an appetizer, but Spike was still under him gripping at his forearms. It took a lot of his strength to cover Spike’s mouth and shut him up.
“And speaking of young innocent blondes, and I love the new hair. Willy, I’ve missed you like this. It’s been a very long time since you were just a man, like two years. Wish I had tickets to that. Did she really rip your beating heart out of your chest in the middle of the desert? See, I wouldn’t have done that. I would have made you watch. A helpless little man,” he said and licked the blood from Spike’s mouth as he touched their cocks together.
Spike’s blood tasted-it tasted nothing like a demon’s, and nothing like a human’s.
“You-you’re not a man-“ It threw Angelus. He was thrown. Angel didn’t like being thrown. It made him unhappy.
Oh God! What was he--
“Like fuck he’s not. More than you’ll ever be.”
Then, he felt her arms around him. Tight fighting strong whore/Madonna arms as she gripped him hard enough to squeeze any life out of him. He smelled that blood again and he was happy-oh so happy-to be living-dead. Faith flew up with him, her perfectly bitable tits against his upper back those ever so-slightly-curvy hips barely dangling at his lower back. His hard on getting a breeze as they flew.
“There’s my bad girl, love that mouth. I always knew you really wanted to fly away with me. You know anything I leave in you couldn’t be ripped out by any Bitch Goddess,” he whispered.
“Fuck you!” she screamed and she went to throw him down as hard as she could.
Instead he turned to her flying. That worry line came out between her eyes and they went wide with fear her pouty lips opened so she could catch flies, or even a huge cock.
“In a minute. I just want to savor that look on your face. God, maybe it’s the spell but you just get better with age,” he said flying to her.
“How-“ Faith yelped twisting away from him deliciously.
“You of course, little-miss-fuck-up. You gave me your blood, so you gave me your powers. About time you gave somebody something worthwhile. I gotta say, I’m a little disappointed. I thought you would be a much better orgy queen, Faithy. The night is almost over and you still haven’t given up all your holes. But, I guess you were waiting for someone worthwhile.”
He had turned her around so that her ass was against his hard cock and she gave that angry grunt. It was like the first note of a symphony.
“You’ve been waiting for me, because only I can go to that deep dark place,” he said.
“I--I knew you’d come out no matter what I did, Angelus” she said, “I-I was waiting. I didn’t forget, let my guard down. Spike’s always right about this kinda thing, but he didn’t have to tell me. I knew no matter how much I gave to B, to Angel, no matter how-how hard I tried to tell Spike what -- I knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up.”
“So, you need-me-- to really COME and end this,” he said into her ear.
Angelus smiled. He ran his tongue and then his fangs over Faith’s sunned olive skin and her bite scar as she trembled and sucked down a whimper.
“No!” she cried, “I--I need-I need to make sure you’re gone, that you won’t hurt them. I can’t give to them, have them to love, if I knew you’d come and ruin it. So, so, I have to give to you too. So, take what you want, and then Angel will come back.”
“So, if you suffer enough daddy will come back. You are a fine Irish Catholic girl.”
He made brought Brogue out and laughed.
“Don’t lose your jizz. It’s not really about you. It-it’s my karma, asshole!”
“Now, there’s a good set up for an ass play joke. Here it is:”
“This is gonna hurt,” he said, but he found himself not forcing even the tip in.
Maybe it was because she was going to let him and there was something else she wanted even less. He let go of her and flew around to face her. He smacked her ass hard, harder than that pussy Angel when he thought he was being too hard and secretly enjoying it. She swallowed a whimper. He loved doing this spell with people with souls but hers-hers was the best, so better broken then the aged-cheerleader-turned-team-leader down there. Angelus wished he found Faith first.
“But, you know what would hurt more? You telling Spike the truth,” he said, “That’s what you’ve been trying to do since this thing started, but you can’t, can you? You’re not strong enough as usual.”
She chocked back a single sob that only a vampire could hear as she kept those thick Southie dick-sucking lips shut tight and her eyes watered just a little. God, this was beautiful. Why couldn’t he just force himself inside of her- he didn’t know.
“Why don’t we tell little Willy how he just didn’t do it for you as a daddy and that’s why you let that sand-digging chick-god suck out your pussy at the last min-“
“No!” she gave a crazed laugh. Was she smiling? “That ain’t it at all. You-“
Suddenly, he felt dizzy. He would’ve fallen to the ground if Faith didn’t catch him.
“Angel,” she gasped with her arms around him.
He couldn’t fly anymore.
“Crash time, you buggered fuck!“ Spike.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Angel said, “It’s the spell and her blood. Faith, I-“
“Angel-“ Faith began. She embraced him after she lowered their feet to the floor. Faith kissed him deeply.
She was going to let him inside of her. She wanted it too, badly. He could cry while he made love to her because he had to. There wasn’t a choice. He had to be with her with every aching natural and unnatural fiber of himself.
Before he could lower them to the floor he felt something made of stone pummel into the back of his head and he hit the floor, alone.
“I’m as fresh as a daisy, you evil jerk-wad. Evil Spike, I think Angelus has to be punished,” Buffy said, but she didn’t sound angry.
She was too high on the spell, and he was grateful, for once, of more time they weren’t really having.
“Yes, mistress Buffy,” Spike said and dragged Angel back by his legs.
Angel didn’t fight Spike going into him. He just felt it. Of course, it wasn’t the same as being inside Buffy or Faith and it wasn’t anywhere near tasting Faith’s blood but it was something extreme, powerful and familiar. Spike. Something Angel accepted. Still Angel needed. Angel hated needing. But, this was the price of this spell; this was peaking. He’d kill Spike for getting them all into this. Angel reached out for Faith and grabbed her thigh. It was supple, more muscular and meatier than Buffy’s. Yes, just think of her thigh and nothing else as Faith eased herself to the floor sitting.
“This role-playing thing is fun,” Buffy said.
“Isn’t it though,” Spike said with all the sarcasm Angel wanted to buck off, but didn’t.
Angel saw Buffy sit by Faith on the floor. Faith leaned into Buffy’s hand with her eyes closed. Buffy missed the beauty of Faith’s face because she was too busy staring at Angel and Spike wide eyed with stoned amazement. When she put her hand on Angel’s lower back to feel the motion he shut his eyes and grunted. Buffy, she saw him like this, out of control, his darkness, and, spellbound or not, she liked it. But, spellbound or not, Buffy didn’t understand it, or didn’t want to. And he loved her for that. He truly did.
“Right, evil Spike, you get that Angelus. He questioned my freshness. Faith, you’re so crazy. I should have known she’d want to pretend Angel was Angelus. And, Angel, you were so--What were you guys talking about up there?” Buffy asked as Angel saw her run her hand lovingly up Faith’s face again.
“Love, what did I always used to say? ‘talking about the role-play ruins the role-play’,” Spike said through gritted teeth.
Angel found he was bucking back on Spike hard. It might stop him from talking. Saying the things he used to say to Buffy during sex. Soulless sex. Fuck Spike.
“Right, I’m not the best roll player in the world,” Buffy said, “So, I’m just gonna get in here.”
Angel felt Buffy squeeze in between him and Spike. She rapped herself around Angel’s back as Spike’s damn cock was still in him. Oh god! Buffy was so turned on by this she was soaking his back, humping his tailbone.
“This has only been my fantasy for a decade. I love your back when it can’t walk away. I just wish we had a nurse’s uniform for after because-“
She stopped and kissed him all along the back of his neck and-God-- wiggled her tongue in his ear.
“--I know I can roll-play a good nurse. I never got to do if for you enough. I’ve got you now,” she whispered in his ear.
He allowed himself to make noise. It wasn’t that it was just escaping him. He wished he and Buffy were back in their Twilight World now. He wished he didn’t have Spike up his ass as something that felt familiar and good. Or he wished he wished it, but he just wanted, had to have…. He could hear her now-Faith. Faith kissing, kissing everyone but him whispering something about being a man to Spike. Angel’s ears were ringing too much to hear. Did she whisper that she promised to “bring it” and give Spike what he needed? What about Angel? He was the one that was taking it all on his back. Along with Spike’s cock Buffy actually felt heavy.
“I need-I need-“ Angel began as he reached out.
God, why did he say he needed and why did it feel so good! It was almost perfect.
“Oh, ho. What’s that big man, you need something? What ever could that be? Nun blood? Virgin brides? The latest copy of Breaking Dawn from Edward’s point of view?”
Almost. Spike could go suck Angel’s cock! Maybe. Later. Now he needed…
“Faith,” Angel whispered and all of a sudden the dark haired girl slid under him like a dream. He thought she might vanish into air at first. She eased his aching overly hard cock inside of her and she was a cooling relief.
“I’m so happy to see you, Angel,” she smiled and then got that far away look in her eyes.
“And, I’ll keep him from getting too happy,” Spike said and Angel felt a stake to his throat.
“Oh yeah,” Buffy moaned.
When Angel felt the stake dig in he thought Spike might actually do it and Angel thought about not fighting that either. Everything else felt too good. Buffy felt light and airy. It wasn’t killing him that Spike’s cock made it impossible to turn and taje her.
“Trust you, baby,” Faith said and moaned.
But, the stake stopped at Angel’s throat. Buffy was moaning and, Faith, Faith whimpered.
“I’m so happy to-oh-- have you, Angel,” Faith was smiling, “Just stay put, okay? Don’t go.”
Angel was almost there. He was peaking and deep, deep into Faith as both Spike and Buffy pushed down on him.
“I’m here,” Angel said and Faith was coming in those amazing whimpers she hid away until something really got inside of her.
“Stay put, daddy!”
And Angel reached the top of his peak. Faith needed him too, as much as he needed her, even now. After everything they had done, and lost, and carried the weight of.