AUTHORS: dru as Faith & Evil Willow as
Angel (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
SEQUEL TO: Chance Encounters Version Angel-Faith
PAIRING : Angel/Faith
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy
with plenty of yummy goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play on
Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
DEDICATION: To Vicky for
cheering us on! And Caith & Pleasure Maiden for their undying love of
Faith/Angel!
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We
get down into the car and I give him directions to get to Council Headquarters
in LA. We pull up and I look over at him. "I'm ready." I say, half to
assure him that I'm okay, and half to make myself hear it and hopefully believe
it.
We
get out and I walk over to the door and knock. "What?" The voice
says.
"It's
Faith." I say and the door opens. I smirk at the guy inside the door
before grabbing him. "Invite him in." I order.
"No
way!" He protests.
"Invite
him in or you die."
"Comeincomein." He says before I release him.
I chuckle as she gets me the necessary invitation.
"Nice powers of persuasion there." Of course, I knew that already,
because she's used them on me many times.
I
smile at Angel and wink before turning back to the doorman. "Tell them I'm
here." I order as I walk into the main room. I'm sure they'll be out soon
enou-
"Ah,
Faith!" One says.
I turn to him and he goes silent. A few more of them pile
in along with their 'special teams' trained to take me down.
I can tell she's nervous, even though she's not showing it. I squeeze her hand quickly, before letting it go again. Just to remind her she's not alone. Not this time.
"I
have something to say." I tell them, squeezing his hand back. It makes it
better. He gives me courage. "But I'd appreciate you putting the stakes
and crossbows down. I don't think it's very nice to threaten your guests."
I look around and no one moves. "NOW!" I scream and Daniel, the head
of them, nods.
"Okay,"
I say, "For three years now, I've done everything you asked and I didn't
complain once. I fought and slayed and talked to shrinks and stayed in my room
when you told me to. But you know what? It's over. As of this moment, you
*don't* own me."
"Perhaps
you forget about the deal that got you here to begin with?" Daniel reminds
me.
I stay quiet and let her talk. She's handling things
quite well, and she does need to stand up to them, as much as possible, on her
own. Besides, I need to keep an eye on all of them, in case things get violent
so I can be ready.
"Fuck
the deal! You *need* me to slay. And I will. But I'm not going to live here and
I'm going to see anyone I want, whenever I want. And you're going to leave me
alone. I did bad things, but those are in the past. I refuse to let you control
me anymore."
"Because
of what? A vampire?" Daniel asks. "You were doing so well."
"Oh, come on, now. I'm not just *any* vampire,"
I reply. "Last I checked, I was fighting for the Powers. Just like the
rest of you. And those same Powers also sent me directly to Faith. So I'd think
twice before you decide to fight us. You'll be fighting them, too."
"And
I *wasn't* doing well! I was lonely and sad and depressed. And if that's what
it means to be a slayer to you, then I want no part of it. IT'S MY LIFE! NOT
YOURS! I'M NOT YOUR PUPPET ANYMORE! UNDERSTAND?!" I scream and as I do, I
feel such... relief. Freedom. It's amazing. I feel alive. Like I'm taking my
life back. Like I'm getting all those years I lost, back. Another chance. A
real chance to do something good. To make amends for all I did. To try and
erase it with good memories.
"I'm
finished taking orders from you. All of you. And if you threaten me, my
friends, or my lover, again, you'll have to deal with the slayer."
I
turn to Daniel. "I'll help slay anything you need help with and I'll let
you know about big demons or major slaying issues, but that's where it ends.
You *don't* interfere with my life. You *don't* give me orders and you *don't*
threaten my friends or me. Do we understand each other?"
He
looks at me for a minute before nodding. "Yes." And I can see the
defeat in his eyes. The loss of another slayer.
I
smile. "Good. I'll be in touch." And I turn to Angel and grab his
hand before pulling him outside.
Once outside, I scream and pull him against me roughly. I grind myself against him and grab his ass through his pants. I feel like I'm finally in my own skin. I kiss him deeply and pull away. "So, how about that dance?"
I'm
afraid I didn't hear much else she said after 'lover.' I was trying too hard
not to do something stupid like look really happy and jump up and down. Because
I know she didn't mean it... it's just a word. Right?
"So
how about that dance?" she asks.
I grin. "Whatever you want, Faith." As long as we're together, but hopefully that's already implied.
"Well, you don't really mean that." I say as I run my fingers up his arms and around his neck to pull his lips to mine. "Because if you *did*, then we'd still be home fucking. So don't tell me whatever I want. What do *you* want?"
I
shrug. "I knew you *really* would have been happier *not* cooped up in the
hotel for yet another night. But now that we've dealt with the issue that was
keeping you in... I dunno. Feel like going out and celebrating? Or...."
I pull her tighter against me "Are you not that interested in playing with the shackles? Because I suppose we *could* just go home then." I grin.
I smile slightly and pull away. "No, you *will* be
in those shackles tonight. For the *entire* night. So let's go."
"All
right. Dancing it is, then," I say, walking with her back to the car. I
glance over at her occasionally as I drive. She looks happy, genuinely happy,
for the first time in three weeks. I like that look on her.
She
catches me looking and slides over next to me, putting an arm around my waist
and nibbling at my throat. "Shit, Faith" I moan. I speed up a little,
because it's either try to get her to stop, which I don't really want, or get
to the club before she makes me wreck. So I choose the latter.
I
smile as he speeds up. I'm getting to him. He thinks he's all strong vampire
and everything, but I'm the slayer. In every way that counts.
I continue my assault on his throat as I turn a little towards him and slide my other hand over his thigh. I start stroking him through his pants. "God, I love leather." I whisper in his ear. "Feeling it under your skin as you just grind against someone and feel him thrusting against you... makes me *so* hot." I take one of his hands off the wheel and place it over my cunt. "Here, feel."
I
pull my hand away, even though I'm very tempted. But like she said, we have the
entire night. "I plan to... later," I smirk.
I
slide my arm around her waist, pulling her closer, trying to maintain my
composure as she continues to stroke me through my pants. I just can't bring
myself to make her stop. She's too good at it. And besides, I'm over two
centuries old, I can withstand *this* kind of torture, right?
Yeah,
that's why I ran that stop sign and why I'm making those little whimpering
sounds. And panting for breath that I don't need. But I can make it two more
blocks to the club. Just five more minutes. As long as we don't get pulled over
for speeding.
Oh,
he's being *too* good. He thinks he's all control-vamp, even at home (home?) he
restrains himself. Like I can't make him come as hard as he makes me. Well...
we'll see about that.
I
slide my body back as I kiss my way down his chest into his lap. Luckily, his
legs are so long, that he has the seat back. Just enough room for head. I
smile. Mine and *his*.
I nuzzle him a little with my head until I start at the zipper with my hands. Before he's had a chance to stop me, I've got his cock out and in my mouth.
"OH
FUCK!" I yell and somehow, have the presence of mind to pull over before
that wreck really happens. "Fai....uuuh...." I trail off as she deep
throats me. Shitshitshitshitshit. "Oh yeah.
Justlikethatohfuckdon'tstop," I moan. I tangle my fingers in her hair,
careful not to try to control her movements, though. Because she doesn't need
my help.
And
so much for me being Mr. Stamina. Because oh fuck I'm so close to coming. I
watch her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I don't think I'm speaking
English any longer; it's just mindless babble. She does that to me a lot.
She
moves one of her hands to fondle my balls, making me whimper again. I can't
believe this twenty-one year old woman can do this to *me*, a two hundred fifty
year old demon. Okay, granted, she is a slayer, but it's not just that. Because
it was hard to resist Buffy, but it's ten times harder to resist Faith. So that
should have been my first clue that what Faith and I have is beyond being 'just
friends who fuck'.
She
grazes her teeth along my cock as she pulls up and I scream her name as I
climax. Shit. She swallows my semen and then sits up to kiss me. I moan and
pull her closer, tasting us both.
I
pull away, and am still trying to catch my breath. "Okay, you proved your
point," I chuckle. "But we're still going to that club." I smirk
as I start the car again. I've got a few ideas for once we get there.
She's
quiet the rest of the way to the club. I'm grateful for the reprieve. She's
very difficult to resist and I think I would've just agreed if she'd said to
take her home instead. But we're here. And like I said, I've got plans.
"So. Ready?" I ask, turning to her.
"Angel...
I..." I look away. "This is really hard to say. But..." I think
of what I just did. Telling the Council off was *way* worse than this. I can
*do* this. I *can* do this. I can do *this*.
I
turn to him and he's waiting patiently. I reach over and touch his cheek.
"Angel, tonight, earlier, when I said... I mean, *before* the Council...
they weren't why I didn't wanna come with you, or why I *couldn't*, 'cause I
wanted to." God, just say it, Faith, you're babbling.
"It wasn't because of the Council. It's 'cause I don't wanna kill you." There. I said it!
I
take her hand in mine. "Faith. Like I said earlier, you aren't that same
girl. You've changed; you've taken responsibility for your actions. And you're
not slaying because anyone is forcing you. You're doing it because it's your
calling and you accept it.
"I
understand, though, why you're worried. It's always going to be a temptation
for you to go back to what you were. I know because I feel that too sometimes,
myself. There was a time, a few years ago, when I almost gave up and let the
demon take over."
"Is
that why you stopped coming to visit?"
I
nod. "Yeah. I guess it was. I tried, really hard, not to care about anyone.
I thought it would be easier that way, just to give in and be what I really am.
But in the end, I couldn't really let go and return to being Angelus. Because
even though he's always going to be a part of me, I can't be content really
*being* him, anymore than you can be content going back to who you were.
"And I know that doesn't really explain why I didn't go back to visit, once I got a grip on myself again. I don't really know why I didn't..." I shrug. "But I'll always regret it. I know that didn't convince you much of my trustworthiness."
"It's
not you, Angel. It's me. It always *has* been me. I just don't trust people,
no, that's wrong. I don't trust *myself* with anyone. It's hard for me
'cause..." I don't need to say it. He knows how many people have hurt me,
and in what ways. I talked at great lengths with him about my stepfather and
the line of my mother's boyfriends. I spoke with him about *all* the men I
slept with in the Council and why. And how many on the streets and why. He
knows.
"*And*
I'm stubborn, which you already know. *And* I was trained to rely on myself.
So, if you add it up and figure that I'm at least a little crazy... is it any
wonder why I go into this fight or flight psycho-slayer mode?"
I
shrug. "I know I'm not her. She would have killed them. I didn't. Not to
say that I didn't *want* to, but I didn't. I guess I didn't understand the
difference before, between B & I. She wanted to do so much, but she didn't.
"I just... when I danced, before, I just let everything go. It was a way for me to get control and feel sexy and powerful and wanted. But... I feel all that with *you*. When we're mak- having sex... I feel all that."
Making
love? Was she going to say making love??
No.
I have to concentrate on the other issue first. Besides, the *other* issue - if
it really is an issue - should be dealt with carefully. Back home, and at a
time when I know she's not going to bolt after I bring it up.
Somehow I manage not to show that I caught her slip. If
it was a slip. "I'm glad you feel that when we're together," I reply
with a smile. "But... you used to enjoy dancing, right?" She nods.
"Well, there's no rule that says you have to give up something you used to
enjoy. I understand the memory association, but how about we make new memories
tonight? Go in there, dance, have a good time, and then go home. And no killing
will be done, except if we run into a demon that needs slaying. Okay?"
"Sounds good." I say, trying to hide the fact
that he didn't say anything. I mean, *I* thought it was pretty obvious, when I
almost said it. But... maybe he just doesn't wanna make love wi- This is crazy
talk. Love? It's not mine to have. But I'm happy with taking what I can get.
"Just hold me close." I smile as I turn and get out of the car.
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