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 FIVE
OHgod. I want that.
Is that horrible? Does it make
me a terrible person?
No, Faith. You were a terrible
person the first time you got on your knees for twenty bucks. Or the gang bang
you let happen for a hundred dollars and hamburger.
He thrusts his thigh up further
between my legs and I whimper.
I want him to pound into me. And
that's the first time I've ever *wanted* a guy inside me.
I nod quickly, "Yes."
He takes my hand and starts to
lead me toward the bed. "Oh, where's my stuff? My boots?"
Damn it all to hell. I thought I'd
gotten her distracted enough so that she wouldn't remember about the condoms
and other protection. But I guess not.
I do *not* want to wear a condom. I
don't need to. But I can just see *that* conversation. 'Oh, but we don't need
to use protection, Faith. I don't have any diseases and I'm certainly not going
to get you pregnant, since I'm already dead.'
Yeah, that will go over REAL well.
So I sigh and point over at the
table by the window.
"Great, thanks."
I kiss him quickly before
walking to the window. I grab one condom and glance at him. Hm.
Better grab a few.
*And* lube? Just in case.
As well as the spermicide and my
diaphram.
"I should have put these
things in earlier..." This is *so* embarassing. I hope my face isn't *too*
red. "Let me just slip into the bathroom quick... an-"
Oh god. I look down at the
things in my hand and look back up at him. "Hey, I don't-" Shit. I
don't want his money. "This isn't a purchase. Is it?"
She's fun to watch as she gets all
flustered. It's cu-- NO. Angelus does not use words like cute. I don't like
cute. I kill cute. Well... actually then, I guess cute is appropriate for her.
She's rambling and I just barely pay
attention. And then she says, "This isn't a purchase. Is it?"
Oh. Now *that's* an interesting
question. Does she want it to be? Not by the look on her face.
Time to be charming, then. "No,
Faith. And I shouldn't have propositioned you earlier tonight. It wasn't the
brightest thing I've ever done, because it gave you reason not to trust me
later. But I was attracted to you, and I didn't think... I just didn't
think," I shrug.
I'm so smooth and sweet sometimes, I
even impress myself. "I still want you, and I want this to be about just
us. Two people who are attracted to each other and want each other. Is that...
is that okay with you?" I ask. And I complete my rather masterful attempt
at charm with what Darla calls my 'Hopeful Puppy-Dog expression.'
"Yeah, yes," I
whisper.
This is a dream.
This is a dream and when I wake
up, I'll be in my ugly-ass one bedroom piece of shit with a cockroach on my
nose.
"Yes," I repeat. I
glance down at my hands- oh yeah. Reality.
Funny. Reality in a dream. Man,
am I weird?!
"I'll just- slip into the
bathroom quick. Here- if you- I mean, I can put it on, if you want me
to..." I offer him a condom.
I manage *not* to growl and also
hold in the sigh that threatens. Okay, fine. I'll wear the damn thing. But
later, I *will* feel her, without anything to hinder the sensations. I don't
care if I have to tie her to the fucking BED to do it...
Oh. Now that's one of my better
ideas. Let's just file that away for later. Maybe after I've fucked her so hard
she passes out?
Yeah. I think that's a plan.
"Would you put it on me?"
I ask. I want to feel those warm hands on me again.
"Yeah, sure," I reply.
Although for *once* I'd like someone else to do it.
Guys expect it to be all
sensual, but the only reason it is, is because *they* don't have to take
responsibility.
"I'll just get into the
bathroom quick to-" I hate these things. I hate shovings things inside me.
How bad would it be if I
*didn't* wear it once?
I'd love to feel sex the way it
was intended to be fel- of course... I've had how much sex? And still, I
haven't-
I shake my head. I'm rambling
again. I hate when I do that.
I catch her mumbling as she turns to
go. Oh, she doesn't want to use all that shit? Well, then.
"Faith?" She turns back to
me. "Just a ... thought. And if you're not okay with it, forget I said it.
But, I always use protection when I have sex. So I know I don't have any
diseases. And you don't have to trust me if you don't want to. As I said it's
up to you. And I can see that you're always careful, too. So if you don't
*want* to use all those things...?" I shrug. "It's completely your
call, though. I'll do whatever makes you feel most comfortable."
From the look on her face, I can't
tell if any of that was too convincing. But she *is* at least thinking about
it, so that's a plus.
Ohgod.
I- I want to, so badly, just
feel him, feel sex. No. *Experience* sex.
But- "No-" I say
softly. "I- it's not all 100%... I'm- well, I'm a whore. You need to be
protected against me."
God, for once I wa- doesn't
matter. I walk quickly, heading for the bathroom.
"Hey." She turns to look
at me. "If I'm willing to take that risk, that's *my* call, isn't
it?" I ask. Come on, damn it. I want to really FEEL your heat. I love that
about fucking humans. It's the only time I truly feel warm. On fire. It's
amazing.
God... if he only *knew* the
things I've done... *before* I could *afford* condoms.
"It hasn't always been
safe," I confess. "You could- I haven't been tested. For
anything."
I mean, if *I* were to contract
some horrible disease, it wouldn't matter because at least then, my life would
be over. But-
I walk back over and put the
diaphragm and spermicide back into my bag. It's not like I haven't had one
abortion. Another isn't that much of a big deal. "You shouldn't take the
risk," I tell him as I walk back over to him, the condoms and lube still
in my hand.
He glances at the lube and looks
at me awkward. I shrug, "Sometimes, *most* times... it gives the illusion
of being wet."
"What if, like you, I just want
to take the risk for once?" I ask. "I'm not worried about it, Faith.
But if you won't have sex with me without my wearing the condom, then of course
I'll wear it," I shrug.
Hasn't this always been what
I've wanted?
He steps closer to me and I... I
can already feel my body responding to his closeness.
"I just want..."
God, what *do* I want? Sex
instead of mindless fucking? To feel that my partner is actually there *with*
me? *For* me? At least partially. To not feel like a whore? To pretend that I'm
just a normal girl who's enjoying the night with her boyfriend?
"It's... your decision.
Frankly, I don't care if die. I stopped caring long ago."
FINALLY! "Okay, then," I
say. I take the lube and condom and toss it over my shoulder, and then grab
her, pulling her against me. I devour her mouth as I walk us back to the bed.
I'm too hard and it's *been* too hard to get us to this point. I need to be
inside her NOW.
Ohgod. I seem to be thinking
that a lot.
He crushes me to him as he
attacks my mouth. He is *so* good at kissing. I don't think I've ever been
kissed this- well, I don't think I've ever been kissed. I moan at the thought.
I feel him, hard and insistent,
against my belly. His hands are insistent as well as they push the robe from my
body. I *am* glad I showered first. You can actually *see* my tattoos when I'm
clean, although there's needle use as- NO.
I'm not going to think about it.
He saw me. He knows what I am. He can imagine what I've done... People *know*
what whores do. It's his choice and he didn't really think twice about it.
He pulls me on top of him on the
bed and I straddle him as he kisses me, slipping my hands between us. I start
to work the belt buckle. I don't think I've ever felt this... on fire.
She's so insistent, as she starts to
unbuckle my belt. I wonder if she even knows that she's rocking against me, and
fuck I can feel her heat. But I'll let her lead if she wants. For the moment,
I'm enjoying the view. She *is* really beautiful.
I slide my hands up her torso to
knead her breasts. She moans and leans forward, giving me better access. I
pinch her nipples roughly and she whimpers, but doesn't pull away. She gets my
pants unzipped and as much as I want to be buried in her, I also want to make
her scream my name repeatedly. And she seems a little disconnected suddenly,
for my liking.
Oh of course. She is used to being
the one who has to do most of the work? Well, let's just show her how fun it
can be, when you're with a talented lover and not some loser who can't get sex
without paying for it. And I'd like to think that after two and a half
centuries, I'm pretty fucking talented.
I grab her by the hips and flip us
over, so I'm straddling her. "No need to rush things," I say with a
smile. I sit up and start to unbutton my shirt. And when she reaches up to help
me with that, I don't mind at all. Especially when it gives me the opportunity
to return to kneading her breasts.
Shit. I don't think I've ever-
*heard* that expression. 'No need to rush things.'
Usually, it's 'hurry the fuck
up, Bitch, my wife's gonna be home.' Or 'Fucking, Slut, suck it now.'
And *WHY* can't I just-
Ohshit. Those are his lips! On
my- "Shiiiit." I clutch his head to my chest as he sucks on my
nipples. "SogoodAngel," I whimper, running my hands down his back as
his mouth-
Shit. "Please-" I
groan, feeling heat spread like wildfire in my abdomen. Is this what it feels
like? Sex? Impending orgasm?
"Pleasenow!" I groan.
There's always later for more, but- "PleaseAngel!"
I love it when they beg.
"Please, what?" I tease.
"Tell me what you want, for once, Faith," I say. "Do you want me
inside you?" I punctuate my sentence with a thrust of my hips, making her
gasp as the leather rubs against her cunt.
"Or do you want me to eat you
out, first?" She just blinks at that... OH! Well, of course, that would be
a different experience for her. And I don't think I'd mind tasting her in THAT
sense, before I drink her life away. "Have you ever had any man perform
oral sex on you?" I wonder.
I flinch at the question.
It stings.
More than it should, since I
*am* a whore and it's a perfectly valid question for a whore.
Maybe tomorrow, I *will* be
strong enough to slice my wrists deep enough. Something to think abo-
He slips a finger between my
lips and I arch into his touch.
"Just do *something*,"
I whisper. And please don't treat me like a whore.
All right, so technically I don't
care if that sentence made her feel like a whore. But I have to at least act,
"Hey, sorry. I don't think before I speak, sometimes. It's just a shame,
really, that nobody's tasted you before. I bet you're so delicious," I
smirk, and then descend down her body.
She smells wonderful. After a glance
upward to her face to make sure she's paying attention, I lick her, letting my
tongue slip just slightly between her outer lips. And FUCK I can't help moaning
because she does taste good.
I raise my head and say, "I was
right about that," before I part her with my fingers and thrust my tongue
inside her passage. She screams and I grab her hips as she bucks up against me.
Shit, she's wound up tight. I think she'll be coming sooner than I thought.
"OHFUUUUCK!" I scream.
He pushes my hips down an- "OHPLEASEMORE!"
I don't think... Ohmygod! His
tongue! It's *inside* me!
I know I'm wet. *Surging* would
be a more appropriate term. Holy shit!
"I never..." Mmm... I
bite my lip to stiffle a moan as he thrusts his tongue back inside, deeper than
I thought a tongue could go. Not that I have much experience with that...
"Angelplease..." I
whimper and grab his scalp with my fingers. God, I hope I'm not hurting him.
"Please..."
Shit, she's pulling my hair. Darla
does it all the time. That and digs her fingernails into my scalp. So I don't
mind in the least. In fact, it turns me on even more.
I continue to fuck her with my
tongue for a few more moments, and she continues to beg and plead. Am I evil?
Yes. But in my defense, I'm a vampire. I *LIKE* torturing people. Anyway I can.
But all right. I do want to get to
the fucking at some point tonight. I withdraw my tongue from her, and before
she can protest, replace it with two fingers. I close my lips around her clit,
sucking as hard as I can, and she goes rigid. Close, very close.
She starts to tremble and I find her
G-spot, rubbing it, once, twice, and then once more, as I bite down on her
clit.
"OHSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
ANGEEEELLLL!!!" I shriek. I feel my entire body... exploding and
convulsing, contracting and reacting to it. "OH MY GOD!" I scream. I
don't know what the hell he did... but...
Fuck. That was... I look down at
him and he releases my clit from his mouth as I regain my composure.
Shit. "That was- WOW.
Thanks. Thanks a lot." Thanking him for an orgasm? What's the world coming
to?
"You don't have to thank me for
that, Faith," I reply. "I enjoyed it, but I'm glad you did too,"
I add as I move off the bed. I stand and finish undressing, slipping my shirt
off and then pushing my pants down.
Finally. Leather is not a good idea
when you're turned on. But I can't *not* wear it. It really does get me noticed
and I SO like to be noticed.
However, she's noticing me now. And
more than a little impressed. I smirk and crawl up the bed again. I lower my
body to hers, bracing my weight on my hands. She whimpers and bucks up against
me and fuck, I want to just drive into her and then tear her throat out.
Down, boy. Fuck first. Then break
the news to her that she just willingly fucked the instrument of her
destruction. Watch the shock and realization dawn on her face. Then tear her
throat out.
Sounds like a plan.
I thrust my cock along her slit
and she whimpers. It's going to be fun fucking a slayer. I've only had one
before, and that one not willingly. But if memory serves, they're not as
fragile, which is good. "Shit, Faith," I groan, turning on the charm yet
again. "I want to be inside you."
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