Faith stretched while watching the sun set. It was beautiful, and strange that she had never appreciated such things before; however, her coma made things so much different for her. She grabbed two stakes, slipping them into her denim jacket.
She knew things would never be the same; she sensed that things weren't 'five by five' between her and the Scooby Gang, and since it felt so weird to be alongside of them again, as it had been before she snapped. So, she patrolled alone, staking vamps that crossed her path.
Buffy was the only reason Faith had decided to stay. While she had never seen the blonde slayer so angry, the blonde slayer had been the only one from the gang that had offered her a clean slate. Angel, who had decided to stay because he was needed on the Hellmouth, couldn't even look at her. Willow and Xander definitely kept their distance. The tactless May Queen never missed an opportunity to highlight Faith's mistakes. Buffy had been the different one, and the slayers had managed to bond somewhat.
A twig snapped. She turned around and saw a bleached-blond male vamp drinking from a quart bottle that, from the label, seemed to be containing tequila. *That looks like Spike.*
"Slay'r?"
"And that would make you Spike."
He smiled, obviously pleased that she knew who he was, and strutted closer to her. She appreciated his chiseled face and strong muscles. The leather struck a chord with her, making her lips curve into a sultry smile.
"What are you laughin' at?" His slurred words made her turn her smile into a laugh. "What?! You fuckin' bitch!"
Faith regained her composure, knowing it probably wouldn't be wise to piss off a drunk vampire, and approached him. "What's got you all smashed?"
"Love."
"Now, man, I've learned that love is not the way," she sighed and put an arm around him. "It's just not a good time." He looked at her and arched an eyebrow quizzically. "Now, I've just slayed a few, and we all know that the slayer gets hungry after a night's work."
"I'd love to go a good ol' round of it, Pet." She rubbed against him, making him moan. "I'd really love to." She stepped back and looked at him. "Howev'r, I don't do good, clean fun."
"You think I do?" He shrugged, and took a mouthful of the foul alcohol. "Man, my love for leather is just the beginning." She ran her hands across her body seductively; he still didn't look convinced. "What's wrong, Spikey?"
He laughed. "You're fine, Slayer." He grinned to himself, thinking about how fun the next little while could be if he played it right. "We'll shag a lot, and you'll certainly be sore tomorrow," she smirked, "But, when you're feeling better..."
"You want B, don'tcha?"
Spike shook his head. "I want both of you."
"Deal," he smirked when she extended her hand to seal the deal. She didn't really plan on giving the vampire what he wanted; it seemed impossible to put together, and Faith didn't want to break her trust with Buffy.
His hands released the bottle, sending it shattering to the ground. With a wicked grin, he swooped her up in his arms and carried her to a secluded alley. She purred suggestively, nibbling on the flesh under his jaw, stopping only to steal a kiss from his lips. She pulled on his lower lips with his teeth when he dropped her on the dumpster lid. He pulled her tank top over her head after dropping her jacket on the ground, revealing a braless chest. Hungrily, he bent down, lavishing her breasts with his mouth. She moaned and pulled him closer.
Faith managed a feeble moan when his hands trailed lower, pausing to cup her leather-clad ass. She shivered when he pushed his erection against her.
"Yeah, baby," she smiled, kissing him again, as he lifted up her leather skirt. Surprised to feel underwear, he tugged at the black thong and ripped it off of her, tossing the damp fabric onto the dirty soil. She opened his pants; a hard cock that throbbed as cold blood pounded through his body. "Fuck me."
He grinned. "I intend to do that, and much more."
She knew that he could kill her, but there was a competitive edge that had pushed her. She knew that Buffy had been with Angel, but he had had a soul; Spike didn't have a soul, and she felt like she was a braver slayer for going the whole nine yards with a real vampire.
He entered her quickly, his cock piercing through her thick fog of thoughts. She grunted, clenching her muscles around him. He moaned and released his demonic visage. That only turned her on more. When he pinched her clit, she yelped and threw her head back.
In a few minutes, he came, spurting his cold seed into her womb. She didn’t care, assuming that the sperm were as undead as he was. The new sensations of the cold shooting into her warmth shocked her into a violent orgasm that rocked her core.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Wow. I never knew vamps could be that great.”
“And I ne’er knew what Angel saw in Buff’, her bein’ a Slay’r and all,” he looked into her eyes, matching her intense gaze with the same potent concentration. “But, I think I now know what makes Slay’rs so great.”
She blushed and dipped her head down, letting a few dark strands of hair fall into her face, which he brushed away. “You didn’t bite me.”
“What of it, Luv?”
“Isn't it part of the program with vamps, and sex?"
He chuckled, as they parted and began searching for her lost top. “Mostly. Didn’t know what you’d think about it.”
“I think we should try it,” she wiggled her eyebrows mischievously. “At my place.”
“I’m not going to that motel....”
“I mean the place the Mayor bought me. It’s still paid for, from what I understand.”
He nodded, accepting her proposal. “Sure, ducks.” He composed himself, while she slid into her tank top and coat. When she seemed ready, they exited the shadows together, stepping out onto the street. He wrapped his arm around her waist, earning a strange look from the slayer. “What now?”
“Why are you so attached at my hip?”
“Well, Luv, it is a pretty sexy hip.”
“We can get there faster if we run.”
He winked. “Or if I carry you.” Before she could react, she was gathered up into his arms and he was running towards the only apartment building in the area. She squirmed impatiently, telling him which floor and then which room. When they were outside her door, he set her down gently. “There you go.”
They entered the apartment together, after Faith welcomed him into her home. He looked around and admired the Mayor’s style, noticing glimpses of the Slayer’s own tastes. It was cleaner than he thought it would be. She told him that she was going to freshen up, and that he should make himself at home.
While he stretched out onto the sofa, she headed to the bathroom. Behind her, Spike called out. “Don’t think I’ve forgott’n about our deal. I still expect double the slay’r fun tomorrow.”
She sighed, trying to put together a plan. “I know.”
~*~
The next evening, Spike showed up at Faith’s apartment as she was putting the finishing moves on her plan. When he looked unconvinced, after she told him that she had a brilliant plan, she shook her head and shrugged. “Don’t know what to tell ya, cuz it’s a good plan. But, if you don’t believe me, I guess I’ll test it on you first.”
She pulled a compact out of her back pocket. He snorted. “Gonna make my face up or something?”
Shaking her head and laughing, she inhaled deeply, and then blew the air out across the powder in the compact. A light dusting of sparkling powder landed on the vampire. She watched his pupils dilate, and she knew he was under the effects of the magic powder she bought that morning.
First, she put Spike in the car he brought with him. A convertible, which was handy, so she could throw him in. Then, she drove the car downtown, looking around for the blonde slayer. When she found her, she parked the car, and got out. “Hey, B.”
Buffy smiled. “Faith, hey. How are you?”
“Five by five. Just driving around, seeing if there are any vamps that need—” she opened the compact and blew the powder on her “—dusting.”
Buffy looked dazed for a minute, but sort of snapped out of it. “Oh.”
“Hey, B, if you had to choose, would it be Angel or Spike, for a one night stand, no frills attached?”
“Spike,” she replied thoughtfully. “Definitely Spike.”
Faith took that as her cue and picked the unaware slayer up, hoisting her onto her shoulder. “It’s your lucky day, then.”
She pouted. “I’m not going without my XanMan.”
Faith rolled her eyes. “Fine. You go wait in the car while I steal Xander.” She shook her head and muttered under her breath: “He’s not even that good in bed.”
When she drugged Xander, and insisted that he come with her, he insisted that he wasn’t going to go anywhere without Cordelia. The May Queen, in turn, refused to go unless Angel was there.
Faith, thinking that that idea wasn’t going to go anywhere good, tried to reason with her. “He probably wouldn’t be very good entertainment and all, with his soul.”
Cordy shrieked. “I DON’T CARE! I WANT ANGEL! SALTY GOODNESS! HELLO?!”
The brown-haired slayer was beginning to realize that the evening wasn’t going to end up anything else but interesting. She tracked Angel down. He was busy pummeling Willy the Snitch for information. When she dusted him and asked him to come with her, he insisted that she find Willow. Willow wanted Spike there, and Faith was glad that the circle ended there—no one else was going to fit in the car.
~*~
The car was full. Buffy was next to Faith, and next to the blonde there was Xander. In the back, Spike, Angel, Cordelia, and Willow tried to make themselves comfortable. They were beginning to feel the second stage of effects—arousal—and it was annoying Faith.
She parked the car outside her building, and then got out. Everyone looked around. She called out: “Follow me. No touching until we get inside and upstairs.”
Faith was first. Angel let the intoxicated group, followed by Willow and Cordelia and then Xander and Buffy and Spike. Faith somehow managed to fit them all into an elevator and then into her apartment.
Faith yelled. “Everyone go sit down and BEHAVE!” She stopped Spike, and pulled him aside. “Happy now?”
He grinned, but his voice was sarcastic. “Extremely, Luv. Not only have you drugged me with some sort of aphrodisiac, but the entire Scooby gang is here. Not the evening I envisioned.”
“Look, Buffy’s here,” Faith shrugged. “I kept up my end of the bargain. I’m here, also. Oh, boy, looks like I kept my word. So I brought a few others. Who cares? The whole group’s so uptight anyway. They all need a good fuck.”
He shrugged. “Alright. Since you put it that way.”
“I do, put it that way.”
“Good. Glad to see you’ve got a position.”
She winked. “I’ve got more than one.”
Just as he leaned in to kiss her, Buffy spoke up. “Hey, Faith? If you and Spike get to kiss, can we start doing things too?”
Faith pulled back, and nodded. “Sure, go right to town, B.”
~*~
Willow was troubling Angel; every time he got close enough to her to make contact, she jumped away. He pleaded with her. “Willow, please, I need you.”
She turned and looked at him, instead of running away again. “What? Why?”
“Because,” he smiled, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around her. When she didn’t run away, he took that as a sign. “You’re beautiful and amazing inside and out—” He lifted her up into his arms; she had to wrap her legs around his waist for balance. “I want our first time to be special.”
Her eyes glazed over in lust and shock.
~*~
Faith saw the vampire carry the redhead off, and chuckled. She had seen the looks both of them were giving each other since she had been back, and for some reason, there was tension between them of the sexual persuasion. When Cordelia came over and stood in front of her with impatient eyes, she leaned over and kissed her, for the fun of it.
The May Queen deepened the kiss, surprising the slayer, and then pulled back to suggest that they move to the sofa. Faith complied, wondering where this evening would take them all.
Spike waltzed in, chuckling. Faith growled as Cordelia caressed her thighs. “Spike, get over here and kiss me.”
“Sure thing, Luv.”
Cordy removed Faith’s leather pants and panties relatively easily; she started to eat her out, showing no shyness—or lack of talent for that matter. Spike laughed into Faith’s mouth, pulling away to ask: “You enjoyin’ this?”
Faith nodded. Buffy came into the living room, pouting. Xander was trailing behind her. The blonde sat in Spike’s lap, wriggling. He stopped kissing Faith to look at her while she spoke. “He annoys me.”
“That’s fine and dandy, Pet. What did you expect? He’s not quite the stud you’re used to snogging.”
“Hey, I do happen to like other vampires.” Before the words could be caught, they had fallen out of her mouth. Spike raised an eyebrow and looked at Faith once, before looking back at Buffy.
“Want to put that beautiful mouth to use?”
She nodded, taking the correct interpretation. She dropped to her knees in front of him, creating excruciating friction as she slid down his body, and pulled his erection from his pants. She licked it carefully a few times before lowering her entire mouth over it. The vampire shifted his hips upwards and grunted into Faith’s mouth, who moaned into his as a reply.
Xander looked around, bored with the situation. Everyone else, he noted, was giving and receiving pleasure. Upon further examination, he realized that Buffy and Cordelia weren’t receiving any sexual favors. He saw this as his opportunity. He crawled over to the May Queen and slipped a finger underneath her panties’ and into her wetness. She squirmed and moaned a little, but didn’t stop what she was doing with Faith. Xander dropped to the floor, spread her legs a little wider, and shimmied his head underneath—where he immediately went to work.
“Xander!” Cordelia screamed as she shuddered under his unceasing touch. Faith used one hand to push Cordy back to the task at hand, while the other was busy pinching and twisting Spike’s nipples. Buffy was taking the longest time on Spike’s cock, making it one of the most pleasuring experiences he had even undergone.
The May Queen was the first to cum, and then Faith, and then Spike. Buffy swallowed his entire load and then sat back, looking somewhat proud. Faith flopped over, panting for much needed oxygen. Cordelia found Xander’s lips and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss that tasted a little bit like Faith.
Spike, wasting no time, picked Buffy up and set her down on Faith’s bed. “I must be able to return the favor.”
She smirked. “I think so.”
~*~
Willow had opened her eyes after feeling that rush of pain that is caused by having sex for the first time, and saw Angel hovering over her shaking. His eyes flashed orange, and she knew that couldn’t be good. “Angel?”
“Yes, Little One?” He had stopped shaking, and was now smirking over her, pumping in and out of her tight warmth.
She lifted her hips to meet his demands. “Why did you change?”
He grunted, not answering at first. Instead, he kissed her breast hungrily and demanded: “Wrap your legs around me.”
She obeyed, still confused, but not frightened. The orgasm was powerful, compelling her to grip him tightly while the waves of pleasure rocked over her body. When he came, his face changed and he bit into her neck. She didn’t move; fear didn’t take hold of her as she had expected it would. The whole experience was tender and erotic.
He set them down gently, rolling off of her body so he wouldn't squish her. “Angel,” she started, but paused and reflected before continuing. “Angelus.” When he grinned, she knew she had it right. “Why? I can’t be that much of a happy for you!”
He threw his head back and laughed. “I want you, need you, have to have you....” she looked away, but he turned her head back with a gentle hand. “I will, you know.” She nodded, feeling fear for the first time. He sensed it and addressed it. “I never want you to be afraid of me. I will protect you until the end of time, if I have to. Now that I have you, I’m not letting go.”
“Oh. Well, I guess that’s all okay with me.”
He smiled and kissed her, stirring the passion within her again. “Did you want to go out and join the party?”
She nodded. “I think we probably should.”
He sucked at the wound. “Mine.”
“I know. I’m yours.”
~*~
Spike looked up as Willow and Angelus entered. With one look, he knew that Angel was no more; his demonic visage was still visible, Willow had a bite mark on her neck, and she looked completely ravished. The wild look in his eyes turned Spike on; he only felt that pull when Angelus was around.
"Welcome back, Mate." Spike smirked, as Angelus approached. "Nice choice."
"Thanks, Spike." He looked at Willow, kissing her temple before saying: "Go play."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded. "Just remember that after tonight, you're mine." She nodded, and let her gaze fall across his body, down to his silk pants, where his erection was trying to break free. She smirked, and sat down on the couch, mainly to take a break. Angelus watched as Buffy came violently under Spike, and then said the blond’s name in a low voice. "Spike."
The blond seemed to understand exactly what he was implying. "'Course, Mate."
Cordelia looked up at Willow, "Willow, c'm'ere," the red head slid down to the floor, where the brunette was waiting, lust in her eyes, "Kiss me."
"I, um," The urgency in Cordelia's eyes told her not to turn the girl away, "Sure."
The kiss was long and sweet, surprising Willow. She never knew kissing a girl could be like this. Cordy tugged at Angelus' shirt, which hid Willow's form from her eyes, and lifted it over her head, tossing it aside.
Meanwhile, Xander stood up, and followed Faith to the kitchen.
She asked him a question once he made it inside the room. "Wanna Smoke?" He nodded, and she tossed him one from the fridge, taking one for herself, "This is wild."
"Don't I know it." Xander's eyes rested on Spike and Angelus. "Vampire sex is odd."
Spike was seated on the bed in front of Angelus, who was also sitting. They were kissing roughly, in front of Buffy, who was watching them with such intensity and wonder that she looked absolutely amazed. Angelus broke the kiss, and ran his tongue across his fangs, piercing the flesh on the tip. Spike leaned forward and sucked the blood, taking his sire's tongue into his mouth.
Angelus reached down, and stroked Spike's throbbing cock. Spike moaned, and almost fell back, but he regained his balance. Buffy blinked, and suddenly realized that there wasn't much room on the bed for her, so she stood up, and joined Xander and Faith, who just seemed content to watch.
"Hey XanMan," Faith rolled her eyes, as Buffy ran her hands across Xander's
chest, "Wanna play with me?"
"Faith, you mind?" He asked, trying to maintain his casual air.
She shook her head, laughing softly. "Nah, 'XanMan', go have fun." She finished drinking her Coke, as Angelus and Spike seemed to finish their mating. Her eyes fell to Cordelia and Willow, as the redhead brought the brunette to a powerful climax.
The buzzer rang. After the initial panic wore off, Faith yelled at the group to be quiet. Then, she walked to the door, and spoke into the receiver: “Yeah?”
"Faith?"
*How did Wesley---* She stopped her thoughts short, as an idea spread through
her head. "You want to come up, I suppose?"
"Y-es-ss." He breathed, quite shakily, probably because he was afraid of her. "Giles has sent me over, he had something for you."
"C'mon up."
~*~
She shut the speaker off and shouted. “Spike! Our little buddy Wes’ is coming up. Help me round them all up?”
Angelus approached, a smirk on his face. Spike rounded everyone up and tucked them in the bathroom—a difficult feat—while Angelus spoke: “Faith, I think we should have a little fun with him.”
“First,” Faith grinned, pulling at his pants. “WE should have some fun. Quickly.”
His pants dropped, she pulled her skirt up and jumped up around him. He pushed her against the wall, slamming his cock into her tight pussy. He thrust into her quickly and viciously, showing much of his vampiric strength. She came quickly, his fang on her breast, his fingers pinching her clit almost painfully. She bit and scratched at him, feeling the wild orgasm, and as her muscles grabbed him, he felt himself reaching climax as well.
Wesley was banging on the door as she caught her breath. He raped her lips, bruising them with a shattering kiss. Then, he set her down. She buttoned her shirt up quickly, and smoothed her leather skirt down. Angelus pulled his pants up.
Wesley kept banging.
“Wesley!” Faith yelled. “I’m coming, hang on. Just trying to clean up!” She was worried that he would smell sex in the air, but hoped he would brush it off as Faith’s extracurricular activities and nothing more.
Angelus joked. “You already came.”
She shot him a withering look, and then asked. “What’s our plan?”
“Follow my lead, of course.”
She rolled her eyes and opened the door. Wesley didn’t bother saying hello, immediately complaining. “About bloody time. Do you always take that long to answer the door. Impolite manners. I would never raise a slayer to be that—” Angelus appeared behind her. “Angel, hello. Did I catch you both at a bad time?”
Faith shook her head and smiled while the vampire said, “The name’s Angelus.”
The Watcher shook. “Angelus has turned? Is this for real? Faith, I demand an explanation!” Angelus grabbed him and jerked him inside.”
Angelus looked at the Slayer. “Get Buff’. Tell her she’s going to do a little dance.” He sat Wesley down. “So, Wes’, how do you like leather?” He gulped. “What about chains?”
He shrieked in a womanly fashion. “Hhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeellppp!”
“You wanted me, Angel?” Buffy appeared at Faith’s side.
“Don’t worry, Wes’,” Angel whispered. “I’ll have you after,” he started tying the man to the chair. “First, though, we gotta help you relax.”
“Buffy,” the Watcher pleaded, hoping Rupert’s slayer was more sensible. “You must get me out of here.”
“Why?” She smirked. “You’d miss all the fun.”
The Watcher gulped.
~*~
Buffy watched in amazement, as Angelus silently forced Wesley to suck his long, thick erection. The Watcher did look very stressed, she noted, but the bulge in his tweed pants was clearly evident. *Maybe he has layers, too.*
From the doorway, Faith watched intensely. She half-wondered how long it would take for the pill to wear off, but it looked like this night was going last much longer—and that could equal some more fun for her, too, so she really didn't mind.
"Hey guys," Faith approached, grinning while she pocketed her serious thoughts away. She was eager to see what the Watcher was going to do under these circumstances. "You are going to let me have some fun with the screamer, aren't you?"
Buffy pouted; Angelus smirked, between moans. "Of course, Faith. Be a good girl, and get Buffy warmed up."
Suddenly, the blonde's attitude changed, as Faith obeyed the vampire and led Buffy to one of the plush chairs that lined her apartment. She kissed Buffy forcefully, creating the girl to whine in pain. "C'mon, B," she grinned, loosening her hold a little. "Find the fun."
The blonde slayer grumbled: "I'll show you the fun."
Angelus chuckled. "Now that's my Buff'. Faith," he praised, "Good girl."
"Thanks, Boss."
"Now, Wes'," Angelus had resumed pumping in and out of the Watcher's mouth, "I suggest you get into this. It's going to be a long night. Faith?"
"Y-ye-ea-ah?" Buffy was sucking and nibbling on her breasts, and the brunette's breath was quickly becoming irregular again.
Angelus continued, "Is there something we can do about the windows?"
Spike entered the room, everyone else behind him. "Already done, Mate, the windows tint. Black," he walked over, and flicked a switch. "We won't notice morning." He looked at the waif-like Willow, and then turned back to Angelus: "Mate, can I borrow her?"
Between spasms, he nodded mutely. Willow quickly found herself in the arms of the bleached-blond vampire, kissing him with an intensity that only Angelus matched. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and let him carry her to a more secluded spot in the room.
Angelus withdrew from Wesley's mouth, after he had swallowed every last drop of his cold seed. He called out: "Faith, bring Buffy here."
"I think this is highly inappropriate," Wesley pointed out, as the two Slayers approached. Faith was on his right, Buffy was on his left. Angelus smirked again, and
nodded at the girls, who reached forwards and let their lips meet directly in front of Wesley's head. Faith reached down, while giggling into Buffy's mouth, and patted his crotch. He jumped, and then, Buffy got the giggles. The Watcher was absolutely flabbergasted. "This is a---" Faith gave him a squeeze, distracting him. His eyes rolled back into his head. "Oh my."
Angelus chuckled darkly, enjoying the spread in front of him. "Give him a good show, girls," he looked to Cordelia, "May Queen....." A smile fluttered across her face, especially when he commanded: "C'm'ere."
He sat down, and patted his nude lap. She straddled him, and slowly lowered herself onto him. She just sat there for a moment, letting him kiss and bite her breasts, sucking blood from wounds he created. Then, slowly, a rhythm started between the two, as they gyrated their hips in synch with each other.
"Cordy...." He purred, burying his mouth in her neck, nuzzling the skin.
"Just don't drain me."
"I wouldn't."
He pierced the skin, and let himself go, as he released inside her. New sensations pushed her over the edge, and she came shortly after.
"How was that?"
She kissed him, while he was still in her, long and sweet. It was different from Willow’s kiss, but still delicious. "Good."
They all stopped what they were doing, as the door was being pounded. Panic seemed to paint itself across their faces, as Giles' voice could be heard in the silence.
"Faith?!?!?! Where's Wesley?!? Let me in!!!!!"
Wesley whispered, glancing skywards. "Finally. I knew he'd come and----"
"Shut up!" Angelus barked, keeping himself inside Cordelia, and standing up. It was awkward, but he wasn’t done with her yet. "Guys, we gotta move out. Faith get dressed. Get rid of him."
"No....." Buffy moaned softly, disappointment flashing in her eyes. "I want him here. Faith hide, too. I'll um, uh...."
Faith pointed to a bottle on the counter. "Put one of those in a cup of tea. He'll stay here after."
"Wha---"
"Just do it, B."
The crowd scampered into the back room again, while Buffy managed to slide into her dress. A minute passed, and Giles' banging on the door hadn't ceased. The place was a mess, but she didn't care. She took a pill out of the bottle, not looking at the label, and put on the boiling water. Then, she went to the door, "Hey Giles."
"Buffy?! Where's Faith?"
She answered truthfully. "It's a long story. C'mon in! I’ll tell you everything." She then added, "You want some tea?"
~*~
"Giles?" She played along, "Why are you staring at me that way?"
Faith was yet again watching from the door. She smirked, and then shut the
door. Everyone looked curious and eager to know what was going on, so she
satisfied their needs, "It's working."
Angelus shook his head, "I don't want to know."
"I'll explain it later. If you'll forgive me after."
He nodded, smiling, "I haven't got this much in ages. I don't think I'll be
too mad. Plus," He reflected, "I'm free again. for real. Grateful no matter
what, Faith."
"Good," She poked her head out again, and saw them kissing passionately. She
turned back to Angelus, "I think it's safe."
"And the party resumes!" Angelus called out, and the Scooby gang emerged,
Spike dragging Wesley by the bonds on his hands.
Xander piped up, "Maybe we should let him go."
Faith grumbled. *I didn't give him enough of the drug. He's still sorta stiff,
but not in the usual sense.*
Giles looked up from his Slayer, "Wesley, bondage looks good on you."
"Rupert!" He snorted, deeply troubled and worked up, "This is no laughing
matter."
"Wesley---"
"FIND THE FUN!" Giles, Buffy, Cordelia, Faith, Willow, and Angelus shouted at
once.
He shrunk back into the woodwork, falling onto the couch. Faith laughed, "Give
him some tea, B," The Slayer grinned, and obeyed, slipping out of Giles' grasp
for a mere minute. She served him the remaining tea, hoping that it would be
enough to set the mood, "Now, Wes', please try and find the fun. It'll go much
easier for you---" She whispered in his ear, "---someone might even let you
cum."
She delighted in the red that crossed his face in embarrassment. *Will this
fun ever end??*
~*~
In the morning, Faith woke up. She found herself nude, in the bed, sprawled across
Spike, sharing him with Cordelia. Her hand was intertwined with the May
Queen's, wrapped around Spike's manhood. She raised her head slightly, and
surveyed the results.
Xander and *Eep!* Wesley were sharing an embrace in an armchair, while Willow
and Angelus were on the sofa. Buffy and Giles were entangled on a rug. She
smiled, and lowered herself back onto Spike's motionless chest. *And I thought
life couldn't get anymore interesting.....*
Angelus was the first vampire to wake up. He opened his eyes, checked the
clock, which read 4:00 p.m., and then looked at Willow. She was leaning on his
washboard stomach, her arms wrapped around him, one of her hands entangled in
his. *Cute. I must hang on to this one.*
Willow stirred, when she felt him stroke her head. She looked up at him, and
then her eyes widdened, "I thought last night was a dream," She whispered
softly, so softly that he could barely hear her, "Oh my. What did we do?"
"Do you regret it?" He purred in her ear, "Good. I won't fall out of my
promises to you."
"Huh?"
"Every waking moment we spend together could be like last night," He said,
"Except probably without everyone else." She smiled slowly, sighing contentedly,
and fell back on his stomach.
Wesley woke up much louder -- in turn waking everyone up, "Aaah!"
Xander jumped, too, "How did we all end up here?"
Faith started to laugh.
Giles was clearly mortified, "Buffy, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" He started
checking her over for bruises, but she pushed him away, "You must believe me
when I say I'm sorry."
She kissed him sweetly, "Last night, and this morning was great," She then
mused, "Or what I remember of it. Bits and pieces. I don't regret it."
Spike teased them, "Aw....how sweet," Cordelia stirred, as the Slayer lifted
her hand off of his cock. Faith tried to withdraw her hand, but the Queen
wouldn't let go of it, "Well, I seemed to wake up in a good spot. How about
the rest of you, Mates?"
"I couldn't be happier," Angelus admitted, "Rupert?"
"What happened last night?"
All heads turned to Faith, "Faith?"
She shrugged sheepishly, "How about we all get dressed, cleaned up, and then,
over breakfast, I'll tell you?"
"So," Buffy tried to straighten the situation out for everyone, "Lemme get
this straight. YOu and Spike hooked up one night, with the deal that I'd have
to join the next time. Of course I wouldn't....or I thought," They all
chuckled nervously, not quite comfortable with the way things worked out, "You
got your hands on these pills. Gave 'em to us. Brought us here. Party time.
Wesley showed up. Bonds. Giles. Tea. Tea for Wesley, too. Madness continued.
And here we are."
Faith yawned, "Yep, that's about it."
Spike smirked, "I think you got it all covered."
"Well."
"So."
"Ahem."
Willow piped up, "Okay, this is definitely odd. I mean, who wouldn't be wigged
out? This is major wiggins. But, is this going to change our day-to-day
stuff?" They all reflected, "So, how about we make a pact to not get weird."
Xander rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Will. I just came out, to you guys, and you
changed DeadBoy over here."
Buffy raised her hand, "Who cares? I won't kill him, if he won't kill me."
"Deal, Buff'."
"So," Faith declared, "Do we all vow that things won't get weird?"
They all nodded.
Angelus grinned, "Maybe we'll do this again someday."
The End!
