By Spike's Red Rose
who wrote Faith &
Written for RPG fic challenge
BtVS just after
"Lover's Walk." When Spike left the Magic Box, it was night
time. When we see him speeding away, it is broad daylight. What did he
get up to?
with the Enemy
Spike left the Magic
Box feeling better than he had in months. He had been so busy making up
with Dru, he had not taken time for all the things he loved: fighting,
killing, feeding and fucking. The fight in the Magic Box had taken care
of the fighting, now for the rest. Spike figured the Slayer would be
occupied for the rest of the night rescuing and tending to her pets. So
what else was there to do in Sunnyhell but head for the pathetic excuse
for a nightclub they called the Bronze.
With a bounce in his
step, Spike strode down the short main street toward the club. The stars
seemed to shine again and the people all smelled so delicious. A
curvaceous form with bouncing black hair caught his eye. So different
from Dru's lovely, yet bony body. He studied how this one moved and
worked his way closer.
Something started to
bother him. There was a tickle at his senses, like... like when Buffy
was around. He paused and looked around for the Slayer, but could not
locate her. The tickle faded as the brunette moved away from him.
Puzzled, he followed her into the Bronze.
She walked through
town, edgy but hopeful. Faith
had been building steam all night, and not one of the vamps she'd dusted
so far tonight had done a damn thing to vent it.
In fact, all the slayage had only amped her up more.
She'd gotten three in
the little cemetery, four in the park; nothing behind curtains three or
four. Maybe downtown would
be good hunting grounds tonight. Plus,
bonus points for a little dancin' and romancin' if there weren't any
nasties to play with. The
Scooby gang was all huddled up in the wake of non-monogamous kissing,
and Faith just couldn't hang with all the shame-on-me energy they were
throwing around. She was
sick of the shame on anybody vibe.
A little Bronzing would rub that bad feeling right off.
She stalked into the
downtown area, feeling her Spidey sense give a little twinge, but as she
neared the Bronze, it backed off a bit - hanging at the very edges of
her perception. She figured
the vamp'd either pony up eventually or she'd dust him on the way home.
Spike kept his
attentions low-key. He'd had one fight tonight and didn't necessarily
want another. Plus, this girl was hot. He stood back by the wall and
watched how she played the crowd of eager young men who soon gathered
Bronzing was almost
always a guaranteed good time. Faith danced around the edges of the
floor, watching the boys watch her.
It was good to be the hunter, baby.
Especially when they thought she was prey.
Spike puzzled over how
much she felt like the Slayer. He sensed another vampire in the room and
waited to see if she would pick him out. It didn't take too long before
the stupid fledge moved toward her.
Ooh, speaking of prey.
Her vamp stalker seemed to have gotten his balls up.
Or maybe he thought she was just a dessert tray.
She figured he could be her treat for the evening - cute enough
for a dead guy... a quick trip out back and maybe he'd work off a bit of
the tension for her.
She danced closer,
teasing. "Hey big boy,
got somethin' to show Mama?"
The vamp smiled, played
along, "Go for a walk with me?"
Faith was amused, but
took his offered hand. "Does
that line work a lot?"
He didn't get much time
to answer, though - out the doors and into the night too fast, and
before they had much cleared the doorway, she had turned on him.
A turn into a left backhand punch, he was on the floor for a
second, before he caught on that she wasn't always as easy as she
Spike watched how the
girl fought, how she moved. Somehow, this was another Slayer, she had to
be. He wondered if the real Slayer knew about her.
He grew aroused as he watched her fight, and it became impossible
to hide in the shadows any more.
Two or three shots in,
she realized she would have to ease back a bit if she wanted to get her
heartbeat up with this one, hey, what was slaying without a little work
She danced back,
teasing, and he followed trying to keep up.
No words, which she appreciated, usually the empty threats and
being called a bitch tended to anger her into killing them too soon.
So with a fair amount of sandbagging she managed to beat the
newbie into about 12 minutes of pain, before finally giving in and
As she slapped her
hands against her thighs, she noticed that tingle - still there...
Faith sensed his
attention and, gripping the stake, searched the shadows. Spike stepped
out of the dark corner of the alley, his hands in his pockets.
"Nice work. Buffy
know you're stealing her racket?"
"She knows. We're sharin'."
She looked the new vamp up and down.
Not bad. Not at all.
From the hot leather coat, - Faith made a mental note to get him
out of it before staking him - to the sexy smirk, this vamp looked like
just what she'd been looking for.
Still, if he knew
Buffy... "Buffy letting you live for some reason I should know
about? Or d'ya think I'd
get extra points for doin' you?"
something worked out. I like the way you fight, Love. Maybe you'd like
to show me some of your other moves?
"Baby, I've got
moves you couldn't keep up with. But
we can play a little slap and tickle if you really want to die right
"I'm no fledge,
Pet. I'm Spike. Maybe Buffy's mentioned me?"
Spike, eh? That's
definitely gonna count for something back at the ranch, but maybe she
could get her licks in, too. "Yeah,
I heard you played a little hide the Scooby.
Got the cheerleader with some rebar, eh? Still, for all the
trouble, I heard it was more of a country song than anything.
She left you and took your truck, yo."
He didn't know what she
meant by the remark about the cheerleader, so he let it go. "That's
beside the point." His voice sunk to a purr. "You know about
vampire stamina. Let me show you want a vampire can do who's had decades
to practice." He
curled out his tongue to touch his upper teeth.
kinky. Fucking with the enemy." Faith said, considering him. Spike
tilted his head. "I like that. Let's see what moves you've
got," she turned from him, and stalked back into the club.
Her motion was well oiled, suddenly dripping sex and fire that
had been obviously missing before.
Faith slinked out onto
the floor and swayed to the music. Her arms rose above her head and her
short, blue top rode up. She held out a hand to him and beckoned with a
crook of her finger. Spike tossed his coat over a chair, grinned, and
Spike didn't dance
often. When he danced with Dru it was more often a hold and sway than a
real dance. This vixen
would move in close, her body radiating heat. He breasts bounced and
jiggled under their thin covering. Even in the heat of the club, her
nipples were hard.
She liked the way this
one moved. Now that he was close, she could feel the age in him. Over a
hundred, she remembered the stuffy watcher saying. And, damn he was hot.
She studied the play of lights over his cheekbones as he moved
gracefully beside her, never taking his attention off her. She danced
closer and touched him, running her hands over his leanly muscled arms.
Spike was cool to her
fingertips, and when the beat allowed, he touched her lightly. The music
changed and she drew him close. She reveled in his coolness, he in her
heat. They touched where her belly was exposed by the dance, her back
where his fingers tripped along, and at the juncture of her neck where
his forehead rested. So
hot, so dangerous.
Faith knew he could
probably bite her before she could stake him, thankfully staking was
faster than a draining. Of
course, if he just ripped her throat out....
helped the excitement along, she felt it sticky the leather of her pants
after soaking through her panties.
Spike could smell her
sex. He loved a woman in leather pants, how they held in the heat and
created a sheen of sweat on a human's hot body. He had to get a ride on
this one. One of his secret fantasies may come true. He was going to get
to fuck a Slayer.
She noticed he was
backing her none too slowly out of the meager light, and wondered almost
idly if it would be death or desire.
Or both. What a way
to go out. She let him
maneuver them, more than she knew she should.
Faith was tired of should, though.
Tired of trying to be holier than she was.
She was a fuck up - might as well enjoy the ride a little.
Spike grinned as the
Slayer in his hands allowed him to maneuver her toward a corner he knew.
A niche was formed by a pillar and a back wall, creating a space hidden
from the crowd. The pillar was close to the stage, the band would see
them when the stage lights flashed off, but the exhibition didn't stop
Faith from flowing along.
He pushed the small
Slayer back into the corner and ran his hands over the rounded belly
he'd been eyeing. He bent to kiss the tops of her breasts where they
swelled out of her top as he ran his hands under to cup them and push
them up. She was so much more... ripe than Buffy.
Spike so far had every
move she'd been looking for, and hadn't even broken a sweat. Lucky thing
about vampires. Still, when
he pressed her against the coolness she moved, a little danger was one
thing, but this was too much. She slipped out from between the vamp and
a hard place, turning, using his momentum to switch their positions.
"Let me drive a
while, baby." She
whispered, wicked smile in place, and slid one knee between his.
Her fingers slid along his smooth chest, raising the hem of his
shirt. She leaned in and licked along a small naked patch of his
Spike shuddered. A
Slayer was licking his neck, and in just the right place. Of course
she'd know that was a vampire's sweet spot.
Faith dug the response.
This might be more fun that she'd hoped.
Her hands slid down the front of his lean body, shivering a
little herself at the feel of him.
She leaned in, watching his eyes drifting over her breasts and
his expression shift to sudden slackness as she glided over the stiff
fullness in his jeans.
"I want some of
"It's a little
close here, Pet. That's the trouble with leather pants, isn't it? Let's
go somewhere there's more room," Spike moaned.
"I like it here. I
like the music. It makes it feel like you got a heart in your
"I thought that
was what you wanted, no heart." Spike looked at her levelly.
break-ups so much easier. Get your pants down, hot rod." Spike
undid his pants but not his belt. Button flies were the only way to go.
No sharp teeth to bite where they aren't wanted. As he watched her
wiggle her tight pants down to her mid shins, he worked his hardening
cock through the fly.
Faith reached behind
herself to grab the pillar and brought her feet up, planting her heavy
boots on either side of his arms. Spike was startled to find his arms so
neatly pinned by the leather stretched across his chest, his teeth
effectively kept from her person, and her dripping opening neatly
"Do I have to do
everything?" Faith asked. "Put it in."
She didn't have to tell
him twice. Spike lifted her ass a bit with one hand and guided his cock
into her slit with the other. He hissed as her heat surrounded him.
Strong muscled clamped down and he hissed again.
Faith took him in,
quick and deep, enjoying the cool intrusion as she always did. She knew
he'd warm up soon enough. She started to thrust, suspended between the
wall and pillar, the vamp trapped and unable to contribute. She liked
the size and heft of him. He fit her well. As she studied his handsome
features, he opened his eyes to show a sliver of blue and a wicked grin
lit his face.
"What are you
smirking at?" she asked, not pausing.
"Well, with your
hands so occupied, your poor clit is neglected, and you can't stop me
from doing this." He slid a slim fingered hand up off her ass and
around the inside of her thigh. Before she knew what he had in mind, his
clever fingers found her clit and tweaked it as is he'd been there
Faith had wanted to
ride for a while. To feel his cock, look at his pretty face, and then
dust him. Buffy friend or no, but this was new. She yelped and started
to buck against him as his clever fingers manipulated her clit. she felt
him grow harder inside her and cool wetness run out of her and drip off
She pushed his hand
away and dropped her feet to the floor. She pulled up her pants,
unmindful of the moisture, studying the vamp as she did so. "That
was hot, vamp. You surprised me."
The cocky grin was
firmly planted on his face as he snapped his hand to fling away the cum
clinging to it and tucked his softening cock away. "I told you,
Love. I've got decades of practice. Let's go play somewhere else."
"I got a place.
It's a cheap hotel room, so I won't even have to invite you in. Of
course, I'll just stake you if you come back again. "
"Let's make a
pact, Pet. Let's go have some fun, then decide if we want to kill each
"Sounds fair. But
just for tonight. No vamping for you, no slaying for me." She
pulled her clothes back into place, nodded, and lightly shoved him
toward the door.
With the knowledge he
was going to score with a Slayer, Spike collected his coat and led her
back to his car.
ride," she admired as she climbed in, pushing liquor bottles to the
floor to do so.
Careful with those bottles, I think there's a full one somewhere."
She fished around among the bottles at her feet as Spike started the
car. The Sex Pistols screamed out, making her jump. He bit back a laugh
and reached for the volume. "Sorry, Pet."
She stopped his hand
before it reached the knob and raised up with a half-full bottle of Jack
Daniel's. "It's cool. I just wasn't expecting it." She
unscrewed the top, took a slug, and passed it to him.
Spike smirked and took
a drink, watching as she bopped to the music. He really liked this one.
He hoped he wouldn't have to kill her. Yet.
Soon, they arrived at
the shoddy motel where Faith had a room.
The minute they were
through the door, they frantically kissed, teeth meeting, and pulled at
the clothing in their way. She pushed off his coat and tore at the
buckle and jeans, teeth bared in a snarl or grin.
She wanted to at least get one good ride in, just in case he
tried something stupid too soon. She watched him strip off his shirt as
she undid the tie on her shirt and peeled it off. She shoved his pants
down, freed his cock, and pressed him back on the bed, knees bent and
boots on the floor. She admired this view as she shimmied out of her
leather pants, and was climbing up and over before he had time to think
about who might be on top. Riding in the car hadn't cooled her off as
much as she'd hoped, and the bottle of Jack he'd shared with her helped
ease some of the less fun, will-I-have-to-stake-him-first tension.
Stake me first, Faith
thought. She positioned
herself over him, too hot to wait.
"Me first," was all she said out loud as she sank down.
Spike groaned as she
impaled herself on him. The fire and blood of a Slayer was surrounding
him. The danger of it made his senses sing.
Faith's smile went from
snarling to pure sweetness as she slid down his length. He was cool
inside her, like that guy she'd done with ice cubes.
His length seemed just right; she kept it slow until she found
herself perched over him, full to the hilt, but still not resting on his
pelvis. Her strong legs
held her suspended. "Oh, baby, yeah.
I'm gonna have to work up to that."
She rocked up again, feeling him slipping so tightly away. She
didn't remember being so wet so quickly before.
When she reached the tip, she shuddered, and slammed her body
completely down, screaming at the awesome, stretching, pleasure/pain
She straddled him,
encasing him to the hilt and clenched. Spike groaned as his hard cock
was gripped so tight. The legends were true. It really was better to
fuck a Slayer then kill her.
Faith was caught up in
the perfect cock, and a good view. If vampires were for fucking, and
Faith was starting to take up Buffy's line of thinking on this, she had
found the one worth doing. Her body moved, she rode him all for her own
pleasure, trusting him to take his own.
He'd had sex with
humans plenty of times, but never one this willing, this wet. And God,
She slid up and down,
with a tiny rocking as she came down to his thighs. She was rocking,
slipping, fucking, so fast the sensations bled into each other. She was
always full, always aching to be filled. She spiraled up and over into
the danger zone, and thought, fuck it - it's a damn good way to go, as
she let her control slip just barely enough to climax.
As she clinched around
him again, he howled. He felt his demon rising to the fore and pressed
it down with regret. She'd said no vamping. He clutched her hips and
slammed up into her as he was milked for every drop.
It was so tight, so strong. Not even Dru's ever-virginal opening
could match this hot clutch. Too soon, the Slayer slid off and flopped
down on the bed beside him, leaving both panting.
Faith's breath evened
out and she turned to look at Spike where he lay beside her. "That
was hot, Vamp. Got any more?"
"Let go of a
little of your control and I'll show you."
Faith considered him;
saw the danger, but also the desire in his blue eyes. She could
recognize a fellow spirit in this vamp. He was having as much fun as she
was. "Okay, but no biting!”
Spike grinned and was
on top of her in an instant. Being careful to not trap or pin her, he
kissed, savaged, and caressed his way down her body.
Faith writhed, tensing
every time his teeth grazed her; the implicit threat and lack of damage
spurring her desire back up into the heights.
She let her arms reach up, above her head as his lips and tongue
grazed her navel and below. He
licked back up to torment her nipples, licking teasingly, then chewing,
She looked down to see
blue eyes sparkling with humor and desire. "Like this, Pet?"
he purred. "Or you want something... more focused?"
"Gimme what you
got," she gritted.
Spike grinned a wolf's grin as he lowered himself between her legs. His
long fingers parted the dark curls to uncover the sensitive nub there.
With another flash of blue eyes, he turned his attention to the little
half-inch of flesh.
As his mouth proved his
skills she thought she might come again.
Damn, what years of practice could give a girl.
Her breath puffing, she moaned, "Oh, yeah, oh yeah," a
mantra of encouragement as he slid two fingers into her, accompanying
the unnaturally fast flicker of his tongue over her clit.
She came all over him,
screaming. Spike lapped at the juices and played her orgasm to its
fullest. Finally, she shoved him away, and lay back, panting. Spike
smirked up at her, rubbing the back of his hand across his mouth, then
sending out his long tongue to collect the juices there.
She writhed under his attention for a second before bouncing up
as he tried to begin another ravishing with his too talented mouth.
she laughed, hauling him back up on the bed. "Wanna see if I give
as good as I get?"
"Not sure anyone
gives as good as I do, Pet." Spike
That she could live up
to. She pulled herself up
on top of him, and copied his actions. She was less careful with her
teeth than he had been, stopping to drag them along his neck, gnawing at
the vein there. His
reaction was unsurprising, his body arched and he clenched the sheet,
making a desperate but joyful sound.
Her mouth was a hot as
her pussy had been, and was even more dangerous. "God, Love. You
know all the right spots..."
give me credit yet," Faith whispered, as she returned the favor to
his nipples, finding the rhythm of him, using what he had done to her as
an example. He strained
under her lips, tongue, and one hand tending his left nipple, and then
switching to balance her mouth. When she thought he might pop too early
from the attention, she finally strayed lower, biting and licking her
way past his glorious cock, to lick along his balls. He tensed, but she
went on sucking one and then both into her mouth, rolling them none too
gently behind her teeth and against the roof of her mouth.
Spike gripped the
sheets, tearing them. "Slayer!" he hissed.
She gripped the base of
his penis, enjoying the now-warmer heft of him. Smiling, she whispered
back, "Vampire." Faith eyed the curve of his body, enjoying
seeing his helpless look of passion almost as much as she enjoyed
feeling it. A dare was a dare, though, and Faith was not one to lose.
She let her breath tickle over his tender flesh, holding back just a
thought from swallowing the head.
"Bloody go on, Slayer! Quit teasing a bloke!"
Her tongue darted out,
tasting him, and when he responded she began in earnest.
He wasn't the only one with supernatural skills, after all.
She inhaled carefully, taking his full length into her mouth,
sucking tight, and then drawing it out against the suction.
spat. She smiled around her tasty more-than-mouthful and repeated her
Spike wanted to let
this go on forever, but not even his stamina or training could resist
the hot pull of this Slayer's mouth. He let loose a string of praise and
curses as she let it get messy, pumping into her throat as she sucked
and tentatively applied a touch of teeth.
cursed through clinched teeth. His thrusts grew erratic as the Slayer
rode his orgasm. The quivers finally subsided, and Faith took one more
long pull on his sensitive organ. Spike pushed her away with a curse.
Pleased with herself,
she climbed up his still form, to flop next to him on the bed.
So," Spike said,
raising a scarred brow. Faith admired his ass as the vampire rolled,
leaned off the bed, and snagged his duster. With practice ease, he
fished out cigarettes and lighter. "That was sweet, Pet," he
said as he lit two and handed one to her. "Got any more?"
She stretched and
rolled her hips. "I got plenty, if you can keep up."
Spike tucked an arm
behind his head and admired her rounded body. It was so unlike Dru's.
"You do this often, Love?"
A girl's gotta get her groove on when she can, yo.
Why? You a regular slayer layer?"
"Nah. First time,
I admit. I've killed two, but didn't keep them around long enough to
have fun with 'em."
"Maybe you dealt yourself the bad hand then, eh?"
He was aware of the
sudden tension in the Slayer, but didn't rise to it. Casually, he
stubbed out his cigarette on the already-scarred bedside table.
"That I did. If I'da known how sweet it was..."
Faith only had time to
crush out her smoke, when suddenly she was on her back again. His still
hard cock pressing into her. She was sure to get her own, but the desire
to show up the vamp's skills was strong. She raised her knees, holding
him to her, but he pounded her regardless. The feeling was thrilling,
the thick curve of him was aimed just right, making her moans hitch with
each thrust. She clenched,
holding him, making it hard for his body to leave hers, the friction
doubled, only her drenched state keeping a real fire from bursting
He had never felt this
intensity and stamina from a partner before. Dru was never so focused,
and certainly never this hot and wet around him. Add to this the tingle
of threatened Slayer, and Spike could hold back his demon no longer.
With a roar, he arched his back away from her, throwing back his head
and shaking it. His face
morphed, he growled, and met her doe eyes with his golden ones.
Her senses flared, her
skin sensitizing, she could hear his breathing more clearly, feel the
weight of his demon in the bed with her. God, it was hot!
He was completely in
her in this moment. She
watched the demon play over his features, her instincts ringing alarm
bells. The rush of
adrenaline made her clinch around him involuntarily.
His penis swelled
within her, it seemed to have grown even harder and more curved when he
changed if that was possible. She screamed when it burst over her, but
Spike didn't stop, he pounded her through the first orgasm, but did not
stop. When she could pry
her eyes open, his features were human again, blue eyes focus on her,
intent. He smiled and coaxed her up the path to the next, starting a
cycle of rolling contractions; soft, softer, then speeding up, faster
until she burst again and he softened his stroke to let her ride the
waves. Over and over again.
And so they parted and
clashed again and again. The sun came up, unnoticed. They joined in
multiple positions, any way she could think of, and he thought of many
more. Faith hadn't felt this good in ages.
"I feel like a Prince song," she laughed, and lay in a
heap of satisfaction, sweat finally being allowed to dry on her body.
The vampire lay still beside her, and Faith could still feel a whisper
of desire pulling her to Spike.
Spike stared at a water
stain on the ceiling without seeing it. This incredible creature beside
him had met his every challenge, his every whim. He turned to look at
her and felt a tug in his undead heart. He had seen the need to be
desired and loved that she kept tucked away under bravado and sex.
Somehow he knew it was there because he did it, too. She turned her head
to look at him, a sleepy smile playing about her lips, and he had to
touch her again.
He kissed her, and it
was too perfect. She could
suddenly feel a bit more than a good time in his lips.
His unnecessary breath fanned along her cheeks, his body warm
from the hours of contact. It
was sweet, an uncomplicated kiss to follow a mostly uncomplicated fuck,
right? She pushed him back, the intimacy suddenly overwhelming.
Faith stretched, arms
over her head, sitting up and not looking right at him any more.
"Baby, that was everything you promised it would be.
But now it's about time to call off the fair play, end our little
truce. Tell you what, though. Since you've got some deal with B, and you
played me so fair, I'll give you ten minutes to get a move on."
She looked at him, her mask in place once more. Her smile was
wicked, but there was no sign of wavering in her eyes.
She'd stake him if he was around much longer, but she was feeling
more than generous.
Rejection, again. Hurt,
but not really surprised, he sat up, resisting the urge to touch her.
"But, Love, it's daylight."
"Your car's right
outside and I need some sleep. Get dressed, get out. Take the blanket if
you need it."
dressed, picking his clothes from out of the ruins of the room. No sun
shone directly on the windows, so he carefully peeked out and planned
his route to the car. Only a narrow strip of sun lay between him and the
unlocked haven of his car. He let the blinds fall back with a clatter
and turned to look at her once more. She sat up in the bed with the
sheet over her breasts and a piece of the busted end table in her hand.
She pointed at him, then the door with it.
He pulled on his
bluster along with his coat. "Thanks for the ride, Pet. If we ever
meet up again, perhaps we can renegotiate."
She shrugged, and he
imagined he saw a tiny softening. "And Jude Law will ask me to
already?" Spike quipped, and stepped out on the shaded walkway.
Spike made it to the
car with the coat over his head and sat, hands on the wheel for a
minute. The bottle of Jack lay on the seat, but he didn't want to loose
the taste of her just yet. He tamped down the hurt and reassessed his
position. In the last twenty-four hours or so, he's had a hell of a
fight, ridiculed Puffy and the Great Poof, and shagged a Slayer.
Repeatedly. Plus, he knew just what he needed to do to win Dru back.
Spike fired up his DeSoto, cranked the tunes, and blazed out of
Faith listened to the
thump of music that rattled the window with a smile. She cuddled down in
the mess of the bed and closed her eyes. She felt pleasantly stretched
and sore all over. B sure as hell had it right. Vamps were the coolest