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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