Hunting

-Part Four-

 

AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Kept

PAIRING : Faith/Angelus

RATING : NC17 (highly smutty)

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!

NOTE : dru wrote Faith, EvilWillow wrote Angelus

 

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PART FOUR

 

Holy shit! This place is the shit!

 

It's so fuckin' huge!

 

I mean, my entire year's rent probably pays for an hour here!

 

"This place... it's nice. What exactly do you do for a living?"

 

I look around and... wow.

 

I clutch my stomach when it growls. Hope he didn't hear. I'm not looking for any handouts, and seeing as how he'd originally brought me here t- I wish I had all my clothes-

 

"Will I be able to get my clothes from my rat trap before I leave?" I ask him. "I have a couple things that I'd want."

 

 

"Sure," I reply. "I'll take you. We should wait a little while, though. That's the first place they'll go, when they don't find you on the streets.

 

"To answer your other question, I *did* work for the Council. Guess I don't anymore. I helped them with their investigative work, tracking down slayers. You know, five died this year alone. And that's a slow year, actually.

 

"And I couldn't take it anymore. I felt responsible for every death." Okay, this story is good. But I'm bored. "So... you hungry? I could order room service." When she seems like she's about to protest, I add, "I was about to order for myself, so I wouldn't mind ordering enough for two."

 

 

I shrug, "Whatever."

 

"Great view," I say as I look around. I take my cardigan off because it's actually *warm* in the place I'll be staying for a while! Although my shirt is pretty damn dirty, what with the vampire dust and the blood stains from my-

 

I touch the wound. It's healed, but it's probably got all dried blood on it.

 

"Got a bathroom where I can wash my face and hands?"

 

 

I nod and point to the restroom. "Feel free to take a shower even, if you want. And while you're doing that, I could send your clothes down to get them cleaned? It won't take more than a couple of hours. There's an extra robe hanging in the closet, you could wear it while you wait to get your clothes back."

 

 

I nod. I mean, he has been good so far, well... after that whole whore thing.

 

But really, can I blame him for treating me like what I am?

 

"Thanks. I'll leave the clothes near the door."

 

I walk off toward where he pointe- OH MY GOD! THIS BATHROOM IS BIGGER THAN MY APARTMENT!

 

HOLY SHIT! Look! It's got a tub AND shower stall, separately.

 

Holy fuck!

 

I strip quickly and leave the pile of clothes right near the door on the floor.

 

Hot steamy water!

 

OH GOD HOT STEAMY WATER!

 

I let the water just cascade down my body, through my hair!

 

God, my hair!

 

And the shampoo here? I pick up one of the little bottles. The best stuff! Some salon shit and deep conditioning treatments too. Moisturizing soap! My god, I'm gonna feel so good after this.

 

I *wish* I could pamper myself this much!

 

But for now, I can.

 

I really dig into my scalp while I'm shampooing. It feels too good...

 

 

I enter the restroom and pick up her clothes. And I wish that curtain wasn't there... she's naked. In the shower.

 

Fuck I'm hard.

 

Soon. I'll have her soon. I have to be patient. "Just me, getting the clothes," I say, in case she sensed me in the room. And then I leave, shutting the door behind me.

 

Now... to call room service. And wait. Well, on the bright side, at least I got her into a robe. Less clothing to get off her, when she decides to let me fuck her.

 

And she probably thought I was being so nice.

 

 

"Aaahhh!" I moan as the steamy water finds it's way into all the cracks and crevices. This feels *so* nice.

 

Very relaxing.

 

I wash the sticky away from between my legs and- ooo, they give you new razors? Weird.

 

But I grab one and do my armpits, legs and bikini area. Hairy hookers don't turn many people on.

 

I'm finished, but I really can't stop it. I just stand under the water for a while, just relaxing. I swear, I could stay here all day.

 

Well, all night anyway.

 

I'd really love to try that bath out, although I doubt I'll be here that long.

 

I think I just heard the door open. And besides a good shower, that's the other thing I need: food.

 

I reluctantly shut the water off and grab a towel to wrap my hair in. I twist it above my head while I towel off the rest of me. Ooo... after shower powder. They really think of everything don't they? And it smells like coconut. Not really my thing, but it's very nice.

 

Might as well feel like a girl for *once* in my life, huh?

 

I grab the extra robe, the female one, and tie it tight around my waist before letting my hair down.

 

I glance in the mirror. Oh wow! I clean up nice!

 

And I really like my hair when it's actually clean and not with that shit they call water at my place.

 

I open the door and pad out to the dining room.

 

 

The food and the housekeeping person arrives. I hand her the clothes and then watch as the other employee rolls the table into the room.. I didn't know what she'd want, so I got a steak, a salad, a baked potato and some chocolate covered strawberries.

 

I look up as I hear Faith approaching.

 

Oh fuck me.

 

 

"Food?" I ask with a small smile. God, the way he's looking at me...

 

 

That wasn't *quite* what I was thinking, but-- OH! Oh. Food. As in the stuff humans eat. Shit, I had a serious stupid moment there.

 

"Yeah, I hope I got at least one or two things you like..." I sit down and watch her walk over. Resist the urge to grab the tie and pull it loose, revealing her body to my eyes.

 

Shit.

 

I have got to change the subject in my head. Even though her hair is just begging me to run my fingers

though-- STOP!

 

Fuck, I'm acting like a kid. All because of a seventeen year old girl? What the hell is wrong with me?! I need to seriously get a grip. "So..." I clear my throat and hope she didn't notice that slight squeak. "Feeling better?"

 

 

"Yeah," I smile. "Much. It's amazing how hot water feels. Don't think I've felt it in a very long time... anyway, when will my clothes be back? I feel kinda weird."

 

 

"You don't look weird," I reply with a smile. I couldn't resist.

 

 

I sit down across from him and start on everything. God, I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse. I take a bite of the stea- "OH MY GOD!" I exclaim and then realized that I actually said that outloud. (And it sort of sounded like an orgasm scream. I mean, the steak is *good*, but...)

 

 

Fucking hell she's trying to kill me.

 

Can someone die of sexual frustration?

 

I really hope I don't have to find out the answer to that question.

 

"Good?" Okay, now that was a squeak. Very obvious. Darla would be so upset with me. I'm a two hundred fifty year old MASTER vampire, and this child has me squeaking! It should be the other way around. And it will be. From this point forward.

 

Yeah, that's the plan, anyway.

 

I take a sip of the wine I ordered. "Oh, to answer the question about your clothes. Another hour and a half." And then she leans forward, to refill her glass. And her robe falls open a little.

 

Oh fuck me. I have a perfect view of a very perfectly shaped breast. I stifle a groan and get to my feet, walking over to the window. I think it's time to focus on the other good view for a little while.

 

 

I grab the bowl of strawberries and walk over to where he's standing. I take a bite of one before looking at him. "Oh, officially, my name's Faith." I offer my hand to him after popping the rest of the berry into my mouth. Unfortunately, me in my infinite wisdom, end up dribbling some of it's juices down my robe, on my chest.

 

I spread the robe so I can wipe if off with my finger. I proceed to lick the juices off my finger and then offer him my hand again. "I'm Faith."

 

 

I don't think I managed to stifle that groan. "I knew that, of course," I smile. "But it's nice to officially meet you," I add. I take her hand and she still has a little juice on her finger.

 

And I'm so fucking tired of being good. If she slaps me, then she slaps me.

 

I raise her hand and suck her finger into my mouth. I moan a little. She doesn't pull away, but her eyes go wide. Interesting. I pull her finger out again and release her hand.

 

 

Oh fuck me.

 

Shit, that felt good.

 

Bad Faith.

 

Bad.

 

Bad.

 

But-

 

I can't help myself. I take another strawberry and hold it while placing it to his lips. He opens his mouth and engulfs half the berry and my fingers as well, sucking lightly before releasing them.

 

Shit.

 

 

What the--

 

And here I thought I'd have to be more convincing. Well, I'm sure as hell NOT complaining. Not at all. I take the strawberry into my mouth and let my lips suck on her fingers as well for a second.

 

She gasps and I grin. I've played this game before. As well as a few others. All of which I'll be thrilled to teach her.

 

 

I take the remaining berry and run it from the hollow of my neck down to the bottom of the V that the robe makes between my breasts. "Oops," I shrug before leading his head to my breasts, which are now heaving in anticipation.

 

 

Fuck. Is she serious? I think she is. And I *know* I didn't keep that groan from escaping.

 

I lick my way down her throat, following the trail of the juice. I brush the berry out of the way with one hand, as I untie her robe with the other. And before she can even think of protesting, I take one of those perfect breasts into my mouth.

 

 

"OHFUCKME!"

 

Did I actually say that outloud?

 

And oh my god, his mouth! It's so fuckin' cold! I squeal and try to pull his head away from me.

 

 

WHY is she pulling my head away. That's not the usual response I get. I'm used to 'OHGOD!' or 'MORE!'. Not squealing and trying to get away.

 

I hope I'm *not* losing my touch. That would be very upsetting.

 

I step back and look at her. "Second thoughts?" And the answer to that had better be no, after all the trouble I've gone to just to get her here. Maybe I should have just killed her in that alley? No. It's just so much more fun this way. The thrill of the chase is part of the amusement. And then the shocked look in their eyes when they realize you're going to kill them is the perfect end to a perfect hunt.

 

So I just have to figure out what's wrong, and fix it. Hopefully soon, because I'm SO fucking HARD.

 

 

"Why are you so cold?" I ask. "I noticed before, but- are you ill?"

 

 

Damn. Usually the humans I choose to fuck are whores, so they really don't notice things like body temperature. All they care about is that they've been paid.

 

Okay... Let's think. "Low blood pressure," I say. "It's a genetic thing, and no it doesn't mean I'm sick. Do I *act* sick?" I ask.

 

 

Funny, I've never heard of that.

 

And what the hell am I doing??!

 

I glance at him again. He is achingly handsome and I don't think I've ever become wet quite like this. In fact I don't think I've ever been wet. Well, except for earlier, while waiting for the cab.

 

Shit. If I *am* going to die or be hunted by those people, don't I deserve this?

 

Don't I deserve to come at least once, with a man's c-

 

I step into him and place my hand over his cock, hard beneath the fabric. "You don't *feel* sick," I tell him.

 

He certain does *not* feel sick.

 

"Oh, but... low blood pressure- can you- keep it up?"

 

 

Oh good, she bought it. She really is naiive. That's so surprising, coming from a prostitute. But who am I to judge?

 

"I have never had a problem with that, thank god," I say with a grin. I pull her to me again and kiss her, hard, thrusting my tongue between her lips. She moans and this really was quite easy. I *knew* I'd be able to charm her into wanting me again.

 

Damn, I'm good.

 

 

Ohshit. He feels... *so* good.

 

His tongue is also cool. And his hands are as well as he slips them around my waist, under the robe.

 

"Angel," I moan as he yanks me to him. Fuck.

 

I grind against his leather-clad thigh, my moisture soaking into the material. "Please..."

 

 

Shit, she smells so good. I bet she'll taste...

 

Soon enough.

 

I slip my leg between hers and let her rock against my thigh. I groan as my cock twitches when she rubs it harder. Fuck this. I need to feel her surrounding me. NOW, preferably.

 

I end the kiss and look at her. "What do you say we move this to the bed?" I suggest.

 

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