Fic: Me Too: Act 9 0f 12: Rated: M, Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Fic: Me Too: Act 8: Rated: M, Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Fic: Me Too" Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Title: Me Too: Faith's Peak Part II (Chapter 9 of 12)
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Author: Strange Bint
Feedback: Strangelilgrrl75@aol.com
Rating: Mature 18 and over only!
Pairings: Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith Fuffy, Spuffy, Spangle, Spaith
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Page: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/477618/Strange_Bint
Note: You’ll love this fic if you’d like to see what a future “canon” foursome would be like. Takes place after the comic, BUT if you don’t like the comic it won’t ruin anything, promise. Spoilers for all seasons and to Comic # 32. Holiday fic, future fic, mutiple partner. Please tell me what community you’re from if the LJ cut doesn’t work.
Summary for this Chapter: They both wanted the same shit. For a few minutes Faith let herself believe that was enough. And they were a goddamned rockin’ few minutes. All she felt was pleasure; all she saw, heard, tasted and smelled was Spike. Well, Spike and her own fierce moaning from her gut, and a bright white light coming from her. If she were naïve she’d think she was taking them to Heaven and everything would be perfect. ‘Cause it kinda felt like that. Perfect…
“Really, Spike? Every time he does this! Every time. You know you can’t have her to yourself. It won’t work. Faith is The Center. We all have to satisfy her,” Angel said through the door.
“Exactly how many times did you guys do this with your vampire ho’s? You did just do this with your vampire ho’s, right?” Buffy demanded to Angel.
Faith was kinda sick of hearing about how she was The Center of this orgy spell already. It was clear B would have made the best Center, but she didn’t exactly announce she was coming along with Angel. It was supposed to be just Faith and her man, hot sex and a healing conversation, and hot sex. Now, Faith just kissed her man and climbed him like a pole because he had literally snatched her away. Okay, now Faith was pretty sure B and Angel were doing it against the door. Good. That’ll hold them for a bit. Faith had to satisfy her man now.
“The lumbering idiot with multiple personality disorder is right,” Spike said to Faith and she felt his lips again.
Faith kissed Spike hungrily, passionately as much as he was kissing her. He slid her up the cool slick wall. Faith broke away to speak.
“Okay, well, we better let them in so I can give them more,” Faith told him as she rapped his legs around him.
She didn’t say she was going to let them in now.
“No, I mean he’s right about this being about you. You’re all wrong,” he said.
He kissed her again. He got her over to the dresser and the books about fake Southern vampires and real Middle Eastern demons and old romantic poets spilled away to make room for her ass. It felt so good to feel just his arms around her to see his face with his half closed eyes.
“Hey,” she said, “It’s good to see you.”
Faith brushed back Spike’s short blond hair only to feel it bristle under her hand and watch it fall forward. She looked into those sharp cut baby-blues. She felt like she hadn’t seen in him in a while, which she knew was just her high messing with her. He was just up her ass.
“It’s good to see you too, wifey,” he said.
Her whole body flushed. She felt dizzy. Her clit pulsed.
“Don’t-Don’t say that,” she whispered, “She’ll hear you.”
“It’s what you want,” he said as he went into her and she moaned, “It’s what you are. My wife. Goddess, Slayer, and my wife, my beautiful wife. You want them to know who you are. So, let’s go back out there and finally tell her.”
For a few minutes they moaned to the rhythm they were fucking. She had been on the edge of busting but she pushed back, away from him. It was like ripping away a bit of her own skin off.
“No, I can’t tell her. It’s wrong. I know I can’t give you what you want but it’s wrong to destroy what B wants from me!” Faith said.
“You know what’s wrong?” he said nostrils flaring, his hands clamping around her forearms.
“You pretending to think that all that’s coming out in this spell is desire and nothing more. You thinking I’d ever treat you like that fucking murdering ancient Bitch did, spell or no. Buffy an’ Angel--”
Faith pushed him away as hard as she could and when he fell to the floor she pounced.
“If you wanted it rough you shoulda just said so, stud. You didn’t have to bring up my bad relationship choices that got you killed,” Faith grinned.
He grabbed and pulled her hair and moaned as she started riding him.
“You know right well you got me to live,” he grunted, “And-“ he stopped to grunt more,
“If I wanted this old hat doming bitch routine I’d have fucked you years ago and gotten bored.”
“You’re heart is pounding hard for a dead guy, but you don’t seem bored to me. You do feel as stiff as a board but-“
“But, this isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want. That’s the way this spell-this bloody spell-- works. So, were going to have a little chat about what you want and then we’ll go back out to the expensive hair heroes and we’ll all fuck you silly. It’s not so hard.”
She stopped pumping him for a second.
“It is hard. It is so fucking hard! I did this fucking spell because I thought it would make me be able to satisfy you the best I could, even though I ruined everything. I thought I’d make love to you while I told you. I thought I’d finally be able to tell you everything I lost for us in a beautiful way, even if you hated me afterwards. I wish-I wish I could just fucking tell you-She-she-you-You wanted her so much. You loved-“
Damned trippy mood swings! A waive of something raw and twisted smacked Faith hard. She was panting. All the words were coming out of her mouth felt like scorching flames. She couldn’t help any of it. The heat of her words was burning her mouth shut, her nostrils. She quickly flew up the ceiling. Her back had hit the ceiling hard like she was a possessed pre-teen in a horror movie. Only it was her own power, her own failure, that was doing it and she hadn’t been an innocent little girl for a long ass time. Faith flew her own back hard against the ceiling, and it was cracking and Spike was clinging to her. The high of the spell crackled with a pissed of vengeance now. The high was spinning her head and making her sick. Okay, Faith’s 45th epic fail in trying to talk about this.
“Let go!” she said through clenched teeth.
“Never,” he said, “And that was a beautiful idea with the spell. It just wasn’t a very good one. Because I don’t want you to tell me anything until you’re ready. I just want you. You’re the only one here who isn’t satisfied yet. That’s why they’re calm out there now, if still a little entitled and randy. You took care of everyone but you, as usual. So what do you want? I know it isn’t you’re ass pushing through the ceiling and flying off on a mountain’s winter night with me holding on to you for dear life like Lois Lane. You’re a more bare bones girl than that.”
“Maybe B turned me into an ass freak,” Faith said and laughed a little because she was sick like that. Besides, Spike look stupid dangling there from her forearms.
She was sinking, or easing down to the floor carefully with Spike.
“I want you,” she said.
“That’s the easiest,” he said, “I’m legally required to be here ‘an all. Just let me know when you want to call in the key party. We probably shouldn’t let them fuck each other too long. Somehow it’ll end up killing puppies”
She laughed and led him to the bed and gently pushed him on it and crawled on top of him and eased him inside.
“Tell me something else you want,” he said, as his eyes got wide.
“I want you under me, feeling me, waiting for me to clamp down hard. I want to hear you moan. I want to please you. I-I want to be your wife.”
She bore down on him. She buried her face in his neck.
“Done, done and done. Those are easy,” he whispered pleasantly.
They bucked and moaned as he pressed and rubbed down her back and her body buzzed with a nice controlled high.
“More tell me more. What you want-Deeper,” he shivered and moaned.
“I want to take you to the edge and then I-I want you to forget who’s on top before you go over it.”
He flipped them around while staying inside her.
“Knew that. Go deep,” he said grinning and winking.
Faith shot off like a gun of words popping bullets as she panted and moaned.
“I want to crush demon bones with my bare hands and see you get that smile on your face when you watch me do it. I want to tie your evil bimbo demon exes together and gag their mouths and show them all that they’re missing now as we fly ‘n fuck in circles.”
“More,” Spike grunted, “Give it to me.”
Faith flipped them over frenzied.
“I-- I want to go to London for Christmas and wear that stupid paper crown and open those little poppin’ prize things. I want to cook breakfast and dinner for you and I want you to fuck me afterwards and say how good it was.”
“Oh, yeah, happy Christmas! I’m a hungry man, wifey!”
Okay, she could see where he was going with this. She was coming but something was still building. It was building to something freakin’ big. They were climbing a come mountain.
“Now, tell me something you want that you think you can’t have,” he said.
“I want to go back in time and do it right this time. Go back to when we got sent back to the eighties by that time demon and- and kiss you while we danced to The Cure and strip you naked from those leather clothes and safety pins and lick your vampire ass up and down and tell you I love you and it’s not wrong. You’re my best friend and I want to be with you and I love you. And this time when that Evil Cunt comes to take me away I’ll-I’ll tell her to go fuck herself. I’ll tell her I want you and I don’t need to control my desire, or become fucking desire just so I can erase mine for you because it’s not wrong. It was never wrong!”
Spike roared as he came. “Shit-bloody-god-woman!”
“And then-and then,” she continued clinging to him as he was soft, “She’d never see the dark potential in me to be her other half. She’ll never get all Glen Close with me when I finally smarten up and then-“
Faith gasped loudly as Spike started up in Faith hard again.
“I don’t want you to talk about her. This isn’t about her. This isn’t about mistakes. This is about what you want that you think you can’t have. Go on,” he said.
He kissed her everywhere he could reach while he still could be inside of her. Sweet graceful kisses followed by long licks that gave her chills and it was all building again. Right where it left off.
“I-I want you to-to call me your wife in front of B. I just want you to do it. I-I don’t wanna have a talk, explain; fucking say I’m sorry. I’m not fucking sorry.”
Faith flipped him on his back and rode him.
“Oh, love! I’ll do it.”
Faith went to say no but she let out a long wail instead.
“What else do you want? Tell me what you want more than anything and can’t have.”
Faith was coming she was coming like she was flying but there was a top she wanted to get to and she wasn’t there, and she was actually starting to fly away from Spike and his hard-on. Well, that wasn’t gonna work. Spike grabbed her with a lot of strength and got on top so she wasn’t flying anymore
She clung the curve of his biceps and screamed both in pleasure and a frustration.
“I-I want you to be fucking pissed at me for being so fucking selfish. I want you to tell me I’m selfish because it’s true. I want you to hurt me so I can show you I’m sorry for it,” she said with tears going down her cheeks and rolling into her ears.
Spike started to get that damn dewy eyes and do that head tilt thing.
“Please, Spike,” Faith said, “Just do it.”
Spike held her arms up over her head. He took away his cock and she gasped.
“Faith, you have been bloody selfish,” he said.
Then he held her two hands together with his one over her head hard-really hard. Was this as hard as he could? She had never been sure about his exact strength after everything even though she knew as his moves. Not that Faith was resisting. She was ready. She wanted this.
“Selfish--to not let anyone satisfy you because you just wanted to satisfy them. Selfish-- to keep your powers secret so you could hide away and live a life saving people so desperate that those getting glory couldn’t even fathom looking under the rocks you do.”
“I didn’t-“ she began.
“Shut-up,” he said, “You’re still to talk about only what you want. Nothing more.”
He said it in a way that made her realize he never really told her to shut-up. She shivered and convulsed because now he was down by her scar and he nipped at it threatening to suck the pocked skin. Pleasure and pain shot through her body as she cried out. Then, just pleasure as he lapped at her cunt. A little pain as he bit at her clit and put a finger inside her ass. She realized she told him to shut-up all the time.
“You broke a vow to yourself to never love a man a girl you wronged had. You defied gods and married him. You made a real man out of half of one and you constantly awe him and love him when he doesn’t deserve it,” he said.
“Spike!” she cried in surprise that time as he started fucking her, and then he covered her mouth with his own. She moaned at mewled and screamed as the pleasure in her shot up.
“And you’re so selfish that when you thought you became invincible you set a trap to take out the most dangerous Bitch Goddess that was going to destroy the world. You could’ve gone on leave, took off barefoot. Called in the perfect sub, the girl who released the Bitch into the world.”
“It was my faul-“
“Ah, bad girl! You only talk about what you want!” he snapped harshly with a cruel smile, while he ground circled inside her gently.
Right now Faith couldn’t talk about shit. She just whimpered and shook. Fuck! That was an evil smile. She had only seen him evil once and he was neutered, and she was the one that gave him an evil smile in a stolen body. Another amazing girl in a stolen body that was her fault. Now her own body was fluttering, getting ready to flood as Spike literally kissed up her tears.
“Fuck! I want her back! I want her! She was mine!” Faith cried.
She wasn’t allowed to talk about anything else, after all. Spike didn’t want her to. Faith let herself remember. The pain came but it mixed with all the goodness.
Her feeling sick and tired, (letting her man take care of her like she was a real woman for once and loving it. She’d screw and eat and sleep all day. Faith was a queen. A selfish spoiled queen and she didn’t care.) Then feeling what she thought was her unstoppable strength (and still letting her man spoil her when she wasn’t working and still loving it. ‘Queen Faith and her Princess’ Spike called them). Faith remembered the strength filling her like nothing else, Spike filling her like nothing else. Nothing could hurt her body. She would fly and destroy anything, even though when she walked she waddled. Spike liked to carry her-them. She didn’t let anything come and smash that memory down. She just let herself remember then and feel Spike now.
“There it is,” Spike grunted, “That’s what my girl wants. Me too, baby.”
Faith came in a burst. Her head would have been writhing back and forth on the pillow but she was flying up with Spike holding on over her.
“I want her too. But, now I just want you to know I love you more than anything in this world.”
They both wanted the same shit. For a few minutes Faith let herself believe that was enough. And they were a goddamned rockin’ few minutes. All she felt was pleasure; all she saw, heard, tasted and smelled was Spike. Well, Spike and her own fierce moaning from her gut, and a bright white light coming from her. If she were naïve she’d think she was taking them to Heaven and everything would be perfect. ‘Cause it kinda felt like that. Perfect. She had finally reached the top and she didn’t have to fight because the pleasure just came, and came. She was giving it and getting it, not taking it. It was just coming. Until it was mostly over and they were going back down to their bed, which she was sure would have been broken if it wasn’t one of the ones that sat on the floor. She shrank herself on top of him and buried her face in his neck. She felt his Adam’s apple bounce by her lips as he swallowed and breathed.
“I-I wasn’t expecting…” Spike panted and smiled, “I was just trying to clear the way for…You’re desire is supposed to get split between all of us. You’re not supposed to peak on just me. You naughty Slayer. How do you find ways to keep giving me gifts I don’t deserve?”
“Spike, I--“ she began.
Faith’s fists clenched when she heard a smash. Something kicked the door in. She thought someone was going to make them pay with pain for the pleasure they had.
“No way! It can’t be over! Not with just one person. It doesn’t work like that. She has to peak with all of us. I had everything ready. Spike, what did you do?”
Faith laughed. It was just Angel.
“Well, sweetie, when a man loves a woman very much…” Spike began with that nasty smile.
“It’s over. It can’t be over. I still want Faith and you and you, like all at once,” B said “Oh my God! Does this mean I’m going to stay like this forev-“
”It wears off gradually, Buffy,” Angel said, “Now that Faith has peaked.”
“Peaked for me,” Spike smiled.
He was happy. He should be pissed, he didn’t get what he deserved. Instead he was holding her hand beaming. Well, he did get to have hot amazing sex, and she did actually tell him a little. But…
“I-I can’t talk about it again,” Faith cautioned to Spike, “I-I’m sorr-“
“Who could talk after that? Who’d want to? I’m a man,” he said lightly, “Just have a cuddle.”
“That sounds nice,” B said and crawled in the middle of the bed next to Faith, “I’m tired.”
“Me too,” Faith said.
“God, me too. The sun is coming out,” Angel said.
“That’s why you kicked to door down. You okay?” Faith asked him as she got up to close the bamboo blinds.
“He’s fine,” Spike grumbled with his eyes shut on his pillow, “It won’t be up for thirty minutes. He’s just a sodding baby about it. Always was.”
“Yeah, I wish I was as mature as you to run around burning under a blanket in the middle of the day. How the hell did you live so long?” Angel grumbled.
He lay down next to B.
“Well, I-“ Spike began
“Spike, shut-up! I’m trying to sleep,” B said.
“Oh ‘Spike shut-up. ,’” he said, “I’m not the one-“
“Spike, shut up,” Faith said plainly and pecked him on the lips.
Faith closed her eyes. She didn’t have to pay now. She hadn’t hurt anyone at the moment; in fact she made them feel good. They were all happy. She curled up next to her husband and let out a smile when she felt B’s arm go around her. Now she just had to worry about when this damn thing wore off.
TBC.. It’s all finished. Just wait for the posts.
Fic: Me Too" Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith
Title: Me Too: Faith's Peak Part II (Chapter 9 of 12)
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Author: Strange Bint
Feedback: Strangelilgrrl75@aol.com
Rating: Mature 18 and over only!
Pairings: Foursome Angel/Buffy/Spike/Faith Fuffy, Spuffy, Spangle, Spaith
Page for whole fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5760529/1/Me_Too
Page: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/477618/Strange_Bint
Note: You’ll love this fic if you’d like to see what a future “canon” foursome would be like. Takes place after the comic, BUT if you don’t like the comic it won’t ruin anything, promise. Spoilers for all seasons and to Comic # 32. Holiday fic, future fic, mutiple partner. Please tell me what community you’re from if the LJ cut doesn’t work.
Summary for this Chapter: They both wanted the same shit. For a few minutes Faith let herself believe that was enough. And they were a goddamned rockin’ few minutes. All she felt was pleasure; all she saw, heard, tasted and smelled was Spike. Well, Spike and her own fierce moaning from her gut, and a bright white light coming from her. If she were naïve she’d think she was taking them to Heaven and everything would be perfect. ‘Cause it kinda felt like that. Perfect…
“Really, Spike? Every time he does this! Every time. You know you can’t have her to yourself. It won’t work. Faith is The Center. We all have to satisfy her,” Angel said through the door.
“Exactly how many times did you guys do this with your vampire ho’s? You did just do this with your vampire ho’s, right?” Buffy demanded to Angel.
Faith was kinda sick of hearing about how she was The Center of this orgy spell already. It was clear B would have made the best Center, but she didn’t exactly announce she was coming along with Angel. It was supposed to be just Faith and her man, hot sex and a healing conversation, and hot sex. Now, Faith just kissed her man and climbed him like a pole because he had literally snatched her away. Okay, now Faith was pretty sure B and Angel were doing it against the door. Good. That’ll hold them for a bit. Faith had to satisfy her man now.
“The lumbering idiot with multiple personality disorder is right,” Spike said to Faith and she felt his lips again.
Faith kissed Spike hungrily, passionately as much as he was kissing her. He slid her up the cool slick wall. Faith broke away to speak.
“Okay, well, we better let them in so I can give them more,” Faith told him as she rapped his legs around him.
She didn’t say she was going to let them in now.
“No, I mean he’s right about this being about you. You’re all wrong,” he said.
He kissed her again. He got her over to the dresser and the books about fake Southern vampires and real Middle Eastern demons and old romantic poets spilled away to make room for her ass. It felt so good to feel just his arms around her to see his face with his half closed eyes.
“Hey,” she said, “It’s good to see you.”
Faith brushed back Spike’s short blond hair only to feel it bristle under her hand and watch it fall forward. She looked into those sharp cut baby-blues. She felt like she hadn’t seen in him in a while, which she knew was just her high messing with her. He was just up her ass.
“It’s good to see you too, wifey,” he said.
Her whole body flushed. She felt dizzy. Her clit pulsed.
“Don’t-Don’t say that,” she whispered, “She’ll hear you.”
“It’s what you want,” he said as he went into her and she moaned, “It’s what you are. My wife. Goddess, Slayer, and my wife, my beautiful wife. You want them to know who you are. So, let’s go back out there and finally tell her.”
For a few minutes they moaned to the rhythm they were fucking. She had been on the edge of busting but she pushed back, away from him. It was like ripping away a bit of her own skin off.
“No, I can’t tell her. It’s wrong. I know I can’t give you what you want but it’s wrong to destroy what B wants from me!” Faith said.
“You know what’s wrong?” he said nostrils flaring, his hands clamping around her forearms.
“You pretending to think that all that’s coming out in this spell is desire and nothing more. You thinking I’d ever treat you like that fucking murdering ancient Bitch did, spell or no. Buffy an’ Angel--”
Faith pushed him away as hard as she could and when he fell to the floor she pounced.
“If you wanted it rough you shoulda just said so, stud. You didn’t have to bring up my bad relationship choices that got you killed,” Faith grinned.
He grabbed and pulled her hair and moaned as she started riding him.
“You know right well you got me to live,” he grunted, “And-“ he stopped to grunt more,
“If I wanted this old hat doming bitch routine I’d have fucked you years ago and gotten bored.”
“You’re heart is pounding hard for a dead guy, but you don’t seem bored to me. You do feel as stiff as a board but-“
“But, this isn’t about what I want. It’s about what you want. That’s the way this spell-this bloody spell-- works. So, were going to have a little chat about what you want and then we’ll go back out to the expensive hair heroes and we’ll all fuck you silly. It’s not so hard.”
She stopped pumping him for a second.
“It is hard. It is so fucking hard! I did this fucking spell because I thought it would make me be able to satisfy you the best I could, even though I ruined everything. I thought I’d make love to you while I told you. I thought I’d finally be able to tell you everything I lost for us in a beautiful way, even if you hated me afterwards. I wish-I wish I could just fucking tell you-She-she-you-You wanted her so much. You loved-“
Damned trippy mood swings! A waive of something raw and twisted smacked Faith hard. She was panting. All the words were coming out of her mouth felt like scorching flames. She couldn’t help any of it. The heat of her words was burning her mouth shut, her nostrils. She quickly flew up the ceiling. Her back had hit the ceiling hard like she was a possessed pre-teen in a horror movie. Only it was her own power, her own failure, that was doing it and she hadn’t been an innocent little girl for a long ass time. Faith flew her own back hard against the ceiling, and it was cracking and Spike was clinging to her. The high of the spell crackled with a pissed of vengeance now. The high was spinning her head and making her sick. Okay, Faith’s 45th epic fail in trying to talk about this.
“Let go!” she said through clenched teeth.
“Never,” he said, “And that was a beautiful idea with the spell. It just wasn’t a very good one. Because I don’t want you to tell me anything until you’re ready. I just want you. You’re the only one here who isn’t satisfied yet. That’s why they’re calm out there now, if still a little entitled and randy. You took care of everyone but you, as usual. So what do you want? I know it isn’t you’re ass pushing through the ceiling and flying off on a mountain’s winter night with me holding on to you for dear life like Lois Lane. You’re a more bare bones girl than that.”
“Maybe B turned me into an ass freak,” Faith said and laughed a little because she was sick like that. Besides, Spike look stupid dangling there from her forearms.
She was sinking, or easing down to the floor carefully with Spike.
“I want you,” she said.
“That’s the easiest,” he said, “I’m legally required to be here ‘an all. Just let me know when you want to call in the key party. We probably shouldn’t let them fuck each other too long. Somehow it’ll end up killing puppies”
She laughed and led him to the bed and gently pushed him on it and crawled on top of him and eased him inside.
“Tell me something else you want,” he said, as his eyes got wide.
“I want you under me, feeling me, waiting for me to clamp down hard. I want to hear you moan. I want to please you. I-I want to be your wife.”
She bore down on him. She buried her face in his neck.
“Done, done and done. Those are easy,” he whispered pleasantly.
They bucked and moaned as he pressed and rubbed down her back and her body buzzed with a nice controlled high.
“More tell me more. What you want-Deeper,” he shivered and moaned.
“I want to take you to the edge and then I-I want you to forget who’s on top before you go over it.”
He flipped them around while staying inside her.
“Knew that. Go deep,” he said grinning and winking.
Faith shot off like a gun of words popping bullets as she panted and moaned.
“I want to crush demon bones with my bare hands and see you get that smile on your face when you watch me do it. I want to tie your evil bimbo demon exes together and gag their mouths and show them all that they’re missing now as we fly ‘n fuck in circles.”
“More,” Spike grunted, “Give it to me.”
Faith flipped them over frenzied.
“I-- I want to go to London for Christmas and wear that stupid paper crown and open those little poppin’ prize things. I want to cook breakfast and dinner for you and I want you to fuck me afterwards and say how good it was.”
“Oh, yeah, happy Christmas! I’m a hungry man, wifey!”
Okay, she could see where he was going with this. She was coming but something was still building. It was building to something freakin’ big. They were climbing a come mountain.
“Now, tell me something you want that you think you can’t have,” he said.
“I want to go back in time and do it right this time. Go back to when we got sent back to the eighties by that time demon and- and kiss you while we danced to The Cure and strip you naked from those leather clothes and safety pins and lick your vampire ass up and down and tell you I love you and it’s not wrong. You’re my best friend and I want to be with you and I love you. And this time when that Evil Cunt comes to take me away I’ll-I’ll tell her to go fuck herself. I’ll tell her I want you and I don’t need to control my desire, or become fucking desire just so I can erase mine for you because it’s not wrong. It was never wrong!”
Spike roared as he came. “Shit-bloody-god-woman!”
“And then-and then,” she continued clinging to him as he was soft, “She’d never see the dark potential in me to be her other half. She’ll never get all Glen Close with me when I finally smarten up and then-“
Faith gasped loudly as Spike started up in Faith hard again.
“I don’t want you to talk about her. This isn’t about her. This isn’t about mistakes. This is about what you want that you think you can’t have. Go on,” he said.
He kissed her everywhere he could reach while he still could be inside of her. Sweet graceful kisses followed by long licks that gave her chills and it was all building again. Right where it left off.
“I-I want you to-to call me your wife in front of B. I just want you to do it. I-I don’t wanna have a talk, explain; fucking say I’m sorry. I’m not fucking sorry.”
Faith flipped him on his back and rode him.
“Oh, love! I’ll do it.”
Faith went to say no but she let out a long wail instead.
“What else do you want? Tell me what you want more than anything and can’t have.”
Faith was coming she was coming like she was flying but there was a top she wanted to get to and she wasn’t there, and she was actually starting to fly away from Spike and his hard-on. Well, that wasn’t gonna work. Spike grabbed her with a lot of strength and got on top so she wasn’t flying anymore
She clung the curve of his biceps and screamed both in pleasure and a frustration.
“I-I want you to be fucking pissed at me for being so fucking selfish. I want you to tell me I’m selfish because it’s true. I want you to hurt me so I can show you I’m sorry for it,” she said with tears going down her cheeks and rolling into her ears.
Spike started to get that damn dewy eyes and do that head tilt thing.
“Please, Spike,” Faith said, “Just do it.”
Spike held her arms up over her head. He took away his cock and she gasped.
“Faith, you have been bloody selfish,” he said.
Then he held her two hands together with his one over her head hard-really hard. Was this as hard as he could? She had never been sure about his exact strength after everything even though she knew as his moves. Not that Faith was resisting. She was ready. She wanted this.
“Selfish--to not let anyone satisfy you because you just wanted to satisfy them. Selfish-- to keep your powers secret so you could hide away and live a life saving people so desperate that those getting glory couldn’t even fathom looking under the rocks you do.”
“I didn’t-“ she began.
“Shut-up,” he said, “You’re still to talk about only what you want. Nothing more.”
He said it in a way that made her realize he never really told her to shut-up. She shivered and convulsed because now he was down by her scar and he nipped at it threatening to suck the pocked skin. Pleasure and pain shot through her body as she cried out. Then, just pleasure as he lapped at her cunt. A little pain as he bit at her clit and put a finger inside her ass. She realized she told him to shut-up all the time.
“You broke a vow to yourself to never love a man a girl you wronged had. You defied gods and married him. You made a real man out of half of one and you constantly awe him and love him when he doesn’t deserve it,” he said.
“Spike!” she cried in surprise that time as he started fucking her, and then he covered her mouth with his own. She moaned at mewled and screamed as the pleasure in her shot up.
“And you’re so selfish that when you thought you became invincible you set a trap to take out the most dangerous Bitch Goddess that was going to destroy the world. You could’ve gone on leave, took off barefoot. Called in the perfect sub, the girl who released the Bitch into the world.”
“It was my faul-“
“Ah, bad girl! You only talk about what you want!” he snapped harshly with a cruel smile, while he ground circled inside her gently.
Right now Faith couldn’t talk about shit. She just whimpered and shook. Fuck! That was an evil smile. She had only seen him evil once and he was neutered, and she was the one that gave him an evil smile in a stolen body. Another amazing girl in a stolen body that was her fault. Now her own body was fluttering, getting ready to flood as Spike literally kissed up her tears.
“Fuck! I want her back! I want her! She was mine!” Faith cried.
She wasn’t allowed to talk about anything else, after all. Spike didn’t want her to. Faith let herself remember. The pain came but it mixed with all the goodness.
Her feeling sick and tired, (letting her man take care of her like she was a real woman for once and loving it. She’d screw and eat and sleep all day. Faith was a queen. A selfish spoiled queen and she didn’t care.) Then feeling what she thought was her unstoppable strength (and still letting her man spoil her when she wasn’t working and still loving it. ‘Queen Faith and her Princess’ Spike called them). Faith remembered the strength filling her like nothing else, Spike filling her like nothing else. Nothing could hurt her body. She would fly and destroy anything, even though when she walked she waddled. Spike liked to carry her-them. She didn’t let anything come and smash that memory down. She just let herself remember then and feel Spike now.
“There it is,” Spike grunted, “That’s what my girl wants. Me too, baby.”
Faith came in a burst. Her head would have been writhing back and forth on the pillow but she was flying up with Spike holding on over her.
“I want her too. But, now I just want you to know I love you more than anything in this world.”
They both wanted the same shit. For a few minutes Faith let herself believe that was enough. And they were a goddamned rockin’ few minutes. All she felt was pleasure; all she saw, heard, tasted and smelled was Spike. Well, Spike and her own fierce moaning from her gut, and a bright white light coming from her. If she were naïve she’d think she was taking them to Heaven and everything would be perfect. ‘Cause it kinda felt like that. Perfect. She had finally reached the top and she didn’t have to fight because the pleasure just came, and came. She was giving it and getting it, not taking it. It was just coming. Until it was mostly over and they were going back down to their bed, which she was sure would have been broken if it wasn’t one of the ones that sat on the floor. She shrank herself on top of him and buried her face in his neck. She felt his Adam’s apple bounce by her lips as he swallowed and breathed.
“I-I wasn’t expecting…” Spike panted and smiled, “I was just trying to clear the way for…You’re desire is supposed to get split between all of us. You’re not supposed to peak on just me. You naughty Slayer. How do you find ways to keep giving me gifts I don’t deserve?”
“Spike, I--“ she began.
Faith’s fists clenched when she heard a smash. Something kicked the door in. She thought someone was going to make them pay with pain for the pleasure they had.
“No way! It can’t be over! Not with just one person. It doesn’t work like that. She has to peak with all of us. I had everything ready. Spike, what did you do?”
Faith laughed. It was just Angel.
“Well, sweetie, when a man loves a woman very much…” Spike began with that nasty smile.
“It’s over. It can’t be over. I still want Faith and you and you, like all at once,” B said “Oh my God! Does this mean I’m going to stay like this forev-“
”It wears off gradually, Buffy,” Angel said, “Now that Faith has peaked.”
“Peaked for me,” Spike smiled.
He was happy. He should be pissed, he didn’t get what he deserved. Instead he was holding her hand beaming. Well, he did get to have hot amazing sex, and she did actually tell him a little. But…
“I-I can’t talk about it again,” Faith cautioned to Spike, “I-I’m sorr-“
“Who could talk after that? Who’d want to? I’m a man,” he said lightly, “Just have a cuddle.”
“That sounds nice,” B said and crawled in the middle of the bed next to Faith, “I’m tired.”
“Me too,” Faith said.
“God, me too. The sun is coming out,” Angel said.
“That’s why you kicked to door down. You okay?” Faith asked him as she got up to close the bamboo blinds.
“He’s fine,” Spike grumbled with his eyes shut on his pillow, “It won’t be up for thirty minutes. He’s just a sodding baby about it. Always was.”
“Yeah, I wish I was as mature as you to run around burning under a blanket in the middle of the day. How the hell did you live so long?” Angel grumbled.
He lay down next to B.
“Well, I-“ Spike began
“Spike, shut-up! I’m trying to sleep,” B said.
“Oh ‘Spike shut-up. ,’” he said, “I’m not the one-“
“Spike, shut up,” Faith said plainly and pecked him on the lips.
Faith closed her eyes. She didn’t have to pay now. She hadn’t hurt anyone at the moment; in fact she made them feel good. They were all happy. She curled up next to her husband and let out a smile when she felt B’s arm go around her. Now she just had to worry about when this damn thing wore off.
TBC.. It’s all finished. Just wait for the posts.