PAIRING : Faith/Spike

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : none

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

                “I don’t even know why we have to be here.” Spike grumbled sitting down next to his mate.

                “Because, it’s customary.”

                “Wasn’t customary back in my day! Chits didn’t need to come here!”

                “Well things are different now.” She patted his hand and tried to soothe him. “Besides we’re lucky we found a place that is open at night.”

                “But there’s nothing wrong, why can’t we just go home and play with the things in the bag?” He slid his hand up her leg to her covered leg; desperately wishing they were at home in bed.

                “Because those things are for a special occasion Spike.”

                “What? Tonight is not special enough?” He asked her grinning.

                “Everyday is special with you, I just... this is what humans do, and I’m human.”

                “Fine.” He sat arms crossed pouting like a child. Her mind drifted of the fun to be had at home with the bag that sat beside her. Their trip to the adult store had been fruitful. They had several new toys, including a pair of handcuffs, a collar, and a new vibrator she was dying to try. Just the thought of Spike using it while he fucked her sent shivers up her spine and made her body quiver. They’d also bought some videos as well. He wanted her to imagine some of things he and Angel used to do, for it was one of their fantasies to invite Angel to play one night, hence the need for the vibrator. If they ever had the chance, they’d take it.

                “Faith Bradley?” The nurse asked.

                “That’s me.” She grabbed the bag and walked to the door. She turned back to Spike, “This is the twenty-first century, men are allowed.” She said, batting her eyelashes. He stood up and walked behind her.

                “You can wait in here, the doctor will be in a little while, he’s with someone else right now. Just leave your panties and bra on. The robe is there.”

                “Thanks.” Faith said, as the nurse closed the door behind her.

                “What the hell is that?” Spike asked pointing to the table.

                “That’s the examination table.”

                “Oh.” He watched as she stripped down to her lace bra, which barely even qualified as a bra, it was more like a scrap of see-through fabric over her nipples. She kicked off her boots and slid the leather pants down over her delicious hips. Spike shifted his weight trying desperately not to get turned on by his near-naked mate. She was wearing a black-lace thong that covered nothing. He could see her neatly trimmed curls at the apex of her thighs and wanted her. He had to get his mind on something else. “So how exactly is that a table Luv?”

                “God Spike, use your imagination.” She put the robe on. “Gimme your duster.” She demanded.

                “Why?”

                “Cause it gets cold in here.” He shrugged it off and handed it to her. She slipped it on and hopped up on the table. She pulled the stirrups out and leaned back on her elbows, putting heels in the metal holders. “See?” She said, hands gently hanging between her legs. She spread her legs even more to give him a clear view of her damp center. “This is how it’s a table. They turn that little light on and stare into your crotch. Romantic, huh?”

                “And this does what exactly?” He asked, trying to concentrate on anything else but his beautiful mate. “Why come?”

                “I thought you knew why I come with you.” She said seductively. “Okay, seriously, cause they say it’s healthy to come once every year after you’re eighteen if you’re sexually active. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m VERY sexually active.”

                “I know Pet, I know.” He glanced at the bag and she sat up, hanging her legs off the side of the table. He pulled a chair next to her and she put her feet in his lap, gently toying with him through his ever-present black jeans. “So what now?”

                “We wait.” She reached over him and picked up a magazine off the table. “Look, 10 Ways to Better Parenting,” she read. “Babies are so cute when they’re all quiet and still.”

                “Yeah sure, until one heaves on you.”

                “You’ve been heaved on by a baby?” She asked curiously.

                “I had sisters you know. Four of them, all older. The youngest was five years older than me.”

                “Wow. That’s a big family. I wish I had siblings.” She tossed the magazine back on the counter and he looked around. She hopped off and grabbed the stethoscope from above the sink. “Come here.” She put it up to his chest only to hear empty sound. “Freaky.” She said. “It’s so quiet in there.”

                “Of course. I don’t bloody breathe. I don’t have a pulse. What did you expect? The bloody freakin’ Macarena?”

                “That would be funny!” She grabbed a pair of rubber gloves. She slipped them on and straddled him. “Okay Sir, it’s time for your check-up.” She said licking his cheek. She reached behind him and grabbed the microscope type thing. “Open wide.” She said. He did and she looked down his throat.

                “Whacha think Doc?”

                “I don’t know. I better do the full examination, your insurance covers it.” She tossed the tool aside and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. “Looks like you could fit a lot in there.” She whispered, pulling away.

                “I have before.” He winked.

                “Don’t tease me like that.” She said, climbing off him. “You know I don’t like it.”

                “I know Baby. I’m sorry. You know I’d give anything to get my sire for you, Luv, but...”

                “I know... Angel’s pesky curse, and the soul in general, and his undying sickening love for B...”

                “I’m sorry. Guess you’ll have to make do with the fantasy.”

                She threw an obvious glance at the bag, “or not.”

                “Vibrators do not simulate the presence of my sire Luv, believe me I’ve tried.”

                “Okay.” He paced while she sat waiting.

                “What’s that?” He asked pointing to a machine of some kind.

                “An ultrasound machine.”

                “What’s it do?” He asked, running his fingers along the top.

                “It allows you to see the baby inside the womb when you’re pregnant. I guess it can also take pictures of ulcers or gall stones or something like that.”

                “It’s VERY interesting.” He said mischievously.

                “What?” She asked, just as curious.

                He pulled the machine over to her, and pushed her back. He pushed the fabric to the side and looked at her exposed abdomen. “I wanna see if it works.” He explained. “What do I do?”

                “Goop me up.”

                “Don’t I do that enough?” He shot back.

                “Ha ha. That goop, it has to go on me and the paddles in order for it to work.”

                “Oh, okay.” He plugged it in and put the goop where instructed. He then turned it on and pressed it into her skin.

                “THAT’S COLD!” She squeaked.

                “You’re used to it, Luv.” He said winking at her. He flicked the monitor on and looked at the black and white image on the screen. “Okay, what’s this stuff?” He pointed.

                “That’d be me, from the inside. I don’t know what specifically it all is. I’m not a doctor.” Their eyes met and his were filled with sheer darkness. Evil intent. “You’re scaring me, Spike.”

                He placed her hand on the paddle. “Hold this right here.” She did and he slid his hands up her legs. His fingers slid under the thong and pulled it down.

                “What are you doing?”

                “Where’s the bloody doctor?” He asked, walking to the door.

                “I don’t know. What are you doing?”

                Spike opened the door and peered into the hallway. It was quiet. It was dark. It was empty. He smiled lasciviously. *Time to have some fun.* He thought, leering at his mate.

                She was not scared, per say, but he usually got this look the first day of her period. He looked like a kid at Christmas with some devious plan to open all the presents early. It was a cute look on a master vampire. She watched as he closed the door and divested himself of his ever-present red shirt and black t-shirt. “Spike? What are we doing?”

                “We’re gonna find out what all these parts in there are for.”

                “Huh?” She asked.

                “Spread ‘em wide, Luv.” He said, splaying her legs.

                “I don’t geeeehhh...” she gasped as a finger slid inside her wet opening.

                “LOOK! THAT’S ME!” He exclaimed while moving the paddle around.

                She looked at the screen and saw his finger waving at them, while feeling it. “Weird.” She said.

                “Let’s see what else we can do. Squeeze it, Baby.” He commanded and they watched as her body contracted around his finger. “I should be a bloody doctor!”

                “Doctors usually don’t do *this* with patients, Spike.”

                “Duh.” They watched the screen, mesmerized as he added two more fingers and fucked her with them. Spike looked down for a second and saw the bag. He stepped away from her and she whimpered.

                “SPIKE?! Please come back! I’m so close, Baby.”

                “I know.” She watched as he opened the bag and pulled out the vibrator. “Let’s see this!”

                “Okay.” She whispered. She waited, with a tense body, for him to slam it into her, but he didn’t. Its entry was slow and gentle and it drove her mad. She hated when he was so gentle, it reminded her of the night she’d spent with Riley, and she chose not to think about that night. “JUST FUCK ME!” She screamed.

                He watched in the screen as the vibrator came into view and he turned it on. He started laughing as the image on the screen started vibrating. “It looks like a bloody earthquake!”

                “Come on, Spike, PLEASE!” She whimpered as she slid her fingers downward.

                He caught them before they reached her cunt. “I don’t think so Luv. This is for my amusement.” He grinned at her and stood up. He took her hands and pulled them behind her head. He pulled the blood pressure band off the wall and wrapped it around her wrists and the chair. “That should take care of that. And no flinging the chair across the room!” He scolded.

                “That only happened once.” She defended herself.

                “Yeah well, you bloody nearly knocked me out.”

                “I certainly wore you out that night.”

                He laughed, “that you did.” He leaned over her trembling body and inhaled deeply. He attacked her lips brutally and she answer back with her own passion and unfilled desire.

                “Please, Spike... I need to come. Please, make me.”

                “Perhaps.” He said, taking the paddle again. “I’m having fun.”

                She groaned in frustration as the burning in her abdomen grew more intense. He plunged the vibrator in over and over again. He pushed it in as far as it would go and saw how far it was inside her on the screen. “This is bloody amazing!” He looked up her body, still covered in the robe and his duster. Her face was scrunched in frustration and desire. She was beautiful!

                He pushed the vibrator deep into her body and let it go. His hands slid up her body and he tore the robe from her body, leaving her only with the duster falling off her. “You’re so beautiful Faith.”

                “Please...” she pleaded with him. “Spike please... you’ve never let me go this long. Please... it hurts so much, please... I’ll give you anything.”

                “Anything? You’ll let me do anything?” She nodded, almost deliriously. “Alright then.” He went around the room and opened various drawers until he found what he needed. He pulled the cart over to the table and then grabbed the stool. He shut the ultrasound off and put it back in the corner. He wiped the goop off her body and pushed the vibrator in again.

                “Please...” she was crying in need.

                “In due time Luv.” He went about swabbing off the area of skin right below her navel.

                “What are you doing?”

                “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt too much.” He picked up the small scalpel and dipped it in the rubbing alcohol to clean it off. He didn’t want her to get infected. He was about to start when he stopped. He grabbed the handcuffs out of the bag and used them to cuff her ankles to the metal cups holding her heels. He didn’t want to get kicked accidentally. She was trying to trash around, trying to hold the vibrator inside long enough to get off, but it wasn’t working. He pulled it out, turned it down to low and was just going to leave it on her stomach, but shoved it in her mouth instead. “Here, you may wanna bite down on it.” She tried to choke out a word, but couldn’t. He started to cut into her and she whimpered in pain and desire.

                She hurt. She was completely lost. She wanted him. She had no idea what he was doing. So she just sucked and bit on the vibrator, covered in her juice. It was after about ten minutes when he started licking whatever he had just done that she spit the fake dick out. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

                “What I did. It’s done. It’s not in doing anymore. Now you’re mine.” He held up a mirror for her and she saw her newest scar. It was a heart with a stake in it. Around the stake was an ‘S’ that snaked around it. “Cause you staked my heart forever. Now you’re mine.”

                “Will you please fuck me now?”

                “As you wish Luv.” He was so hard he couldn’t see straight and he stripped his jeans quicker than it takes to blink. Before a second was up, he slammed into and she screamed out in mixed pain and pleasure. He reached above her and unhooked her hands. Her fingers immediately went for his ass and he groaned as she fucked him as he fucked her. “God Baby...” he moaned into her neck.

                “Fuck me harder Spike. Make me hurt.” She grinned as she picked up the vibrator and coated it with her saliva. She kissed him hard as she forced it inside him as best she could.

                “FUCK!” He growled.

                “That’s right Baby, let me hear you scream.” She turned it on high and he growled and buried himself deeper inside her, hitting her cervix. She whimpered and fucked him harder.

                He buried his fangs in her neck and drank deep. She exploded around him screaming his name in her long awaited orgasm. He blasted inside her and fell on top. “Don’t go to sleep Spike. We’re not done. Uncuff me.” He did as she asked and put the table flat back and got on her hands and knees. “Now fuck me.”

                He knew what she wanted. He’d fucked her ass before, but she’d never as yet had both holes filled at the same time. He slid his cock inside her ass slowly, as he penetrated her pussy with the vibrator. “OH MY GOD!” She screamed.

                She’d never felt as complete. She only wished it were Spike and Angel. They’d both fantasized about what it would be like. She wanted to see them together. She wanted to watch as Angel asserted his dominance over his childe. She wanted to see Angel fuck him. She wanted to watch Angel bury his fangs in Spike’s neck. The images flashing through her mind made her quiver and push back against Spike.

                She was thinking about Angel. He knew that. He was too. He could only imagine his sire behind him as he pounded into Faith. He fucked her with complete abandon, remembering long days of sex and blood with Angel.

                They both imagined Angel with them and as they hit their climax, both screamed out, “Angel!” Spike withdrew and rinsed the new toy off and placed it back in the back with the cuffs.

                He had just gotten dressed when the door opened. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m Doctor Smith. I hope you weren’t too bored.”

                Faith just glared at Spike and both laughed.

~El Fin~