Title - Transformation (prev. The Beast Within)
Setting - Angel. After Season 5.
Characters - Faith and Angel/us.
Angel thrusted up hard into Faith for the countless time that night. She breathed in sharply just before she pushed herself down onto him as hard and as deep and as fast as she could at the same time. Her breath came out in a slight whoosh as he buried himself deep inside of her, and no sooner was he completely within her she was already lifting herself back up again from her sitting position on him, breathing in sharply once again as she looked down slightly and into his eyes before she made her decent. With her arms firmly wrapped around the top of his she pressed her fingertips and nails hard into his flesh the moment he locked eyes with hers and pressed his own fingertips more deeply into her thighs as he thrusted his hips up hard. He swept his tongue down across his bottom lip and Faith released her own bottom lip and grinned broadly at him. Before he could even blink she closed the gap between their lips, pressed hers hard against his and pushed her tongue roughly into his mouth. He parted his lips once more, smirked against her mouth and met her tongue with his own, soft brushes soon turning into hungry ones as their fiery passionate kiss deepened quickly. Their bodies in a passion filled dance that they both knew all too well, and loved every second of.
Faith grunted slightly into Angel's mouth as she pushed herself down even deeper onto him, frowning lightly in slight pain before a hard pleasurable shiver radiated throughout her body from the base of her spine as she felt Angel moan softly into her mouth. She smiled a little to herself as they continued to kiss, and she smirked back against his lips, and they opened eyes that had unknowingly slipped closed while Angel ran his hand steadily all the way up Faith's back, soon entwining his fingers into her hair at the back of her neck. When he gripped her hair gently she suddenly tore her lips away from his, nibbled on his top lip hard as he nipped her bottom lip firmly, and drew in a much needed ragged breath. The pair of lovers looked deeply into each other eyes; Angel mesmerized by how much beauty he had managed to unlock within Faith that was always clearly evident on the outside; and Faith was bare and open and as vulnerable as she always was when she was around him, accepting him completely for who he was, man and demon, as one, for her. Faith slowly closed her eyes, a slight frown creasing her brow, concentrating fully on both of their movements and the way he was making her feel, as always. Angel slowly looked over her face, parted his lips slightly in awe and dropped his gaze to her lips, swallowing hard as his eyes followed the motions of her tongue, first sweeping down to wet her bottom lip slowly and softly, and then her top one. The corners of her lips twitched, knowing full well Angel was watching her, and he smirked softly as he looked back up to her closed eyes as a smirk of her own appeared on her lips seconds before she whispered a little breathlessly, "What you looking at lover?"
When she opened her eyes Angel smiled softly at her despite the amused glint in her eyes and expression on her face. Lover? He hated that, when she called him it, but he knew exactly why she said it. It was the last little lie she had left that covered the one brick in front of her heart. The one and only brick left of what was once a vast wall encasing all that was hardened and tough Faith that he had managed to break down piece by piece since he had known her. But he let her keep that one word until it got to him so much sometimes that he had no choice but to voice his outrage, and only in his way and style. He smirked briefly, a flash of change of a facial expression before the look on his face hardened slightly. "Say it," and his words came out dark and seductive, just like he had intended. Faith froze inwardly and swallowed a little hard, a 'deer caught in headlights' look on her face for the briefest of seconds before she slipped on a well practiced mask of neutrality. "Lover," and she spoke huskily and breathlessly as she leaned forwards, crushing her chest against his before she blew lightly and playfully on his lips. She took his bottom lip fully into her mouth, sucking on it slowly, and then scraped her teeth against it as she released it even more slowly.
With their eyes locked Angel applied more pressure to his fingertips against her thigh, gripped her hair a little tighter and slowly softly kissed his way down the front of her throat. Faith's lips parted and she slowly tipped her head back, her eyes slipping closed the instant she bit her bottom lip softly. Angel smirked against her skin as he slipped his game face on, and Faith held her breath as his kisses traveled downwards until he scraped his fangs against her breast, nipping one of her nipples as soon as she hissed out in pleasure between her teeth. Faith panted as Angel began to thrust up even deeper into her and he moved his hand up to her hip, holding her firmly in place as he teased both of her nipples tortuously by scraping his fangs against one and then the other repeatedly. He looked up, watching the expression on her face as he pleasured her, knowing she would soon give in to his subtle demand. And no sooner had he wondered how long it would take before she would give in this time than she did just that, speaking in a heavily huskily filled breathless tone, "Angel….I," and she wet her lips, breathed in sharply as Angel pressed his fingertips into her flesh as he gripped her hip even harder, and then she finished her sentence even more huskily as a hard shiver full of pleasure swept up her spine, "Love…you." He had never heard her say it so meaningful before. In fact he was almost certain she said it more meaningful to him every time. He suddenly grinned like a giddy little school boy, which he always did after she had admitted it, despite the position they were in and the immense pleasure they were giving to each other at the time. A soft "Hmm," was all he managed to get out before Faith opened her eyes, lifted her head and gave him her best death stare, threatening him with her eyes alone that she would stake him on the spot if he even dared to say that he loved her back. He straightened the look on his face as best as he could and grinned inwardly instead.
With them both moving as one with each other still Faith's eyes wavered between his and he slowly dropped his gaze to her breast, scraping his fangs painfully against her nipple, causing her to wince slightly and bite her lip a little hard as she shivered softly in pleasure. Angel shivered hard against her and ran his hand from her hip around to her lower back, pressing her even closer while she moaned softly as he sucked on one of her nipples tortuously slow. She panted slightly as her head dropped back slowly, and Angel smirked against her skin as he glanced up at her before he slowly sank his fangs into her breast. He closed his eyes as soon as her sweet blood hit his tongue and he moaned softly, brushing his tongue up against her nipple and lapping up even more of her blood as he began to suck, and swallowed hard as she shivered softly in pleasure against him. He pressed his fingertips more into her lower back, holding her firmly against him as he thrusted his hips up even faster and harder, forcing her to change the pace and just rock her hips backwards and forwards instead, and pushing herself down onto him as deep as she could. As her heart rate rose she breathed in and out even more raggedly, her head falling back more as her body slowly took over and her inner walls began to clench softly around him. Just the taste of her blood alone sliding down his throat was enough to drive him close to the edge, and when she started to moan softly and grunt slightly he knew he was in her as deep as he could ever get, and when she said his name in an almost breathless and husky filled whisper it was enough to drive him completely over the edge.
Angel came hard inside of her, gripping her hair tightly and pressing his fingertips even more into her lower back. As soon as Faith felt him start to fill her completely she moved one of her hands to the back of his head, pressed him closer, and he moaned hard against her breast, almost yelling out from the pure pleasure and desire that was sweeping throughout his body, slowly sliding his fangs out of her breast and shuddering in pleasure beneath and against her as he continued to release inside of her. Faith shivered softly in pleasure once more, feeling herself so close to the edge and nearly falling. She gripped his hair firmly, drew in a shaky ragged breath and whispered softly and a little desperately as she slowly exhaled, "Angel….baby….please." Seconds after his last moan died on his lips he started to regain his focus, and he knew exactly what she wanted, and he smirked, grasped her hair tighter and moved up to her neck as she willingly tilted her head to the side and exposed her neck fully for him. She bit her bottom lip softly in anticipation, pushed her fingers into his hair more and grinned a bit as she felt him start to harden again inside of her. As she held her breath he whispered softly and seductively, "Whatever you say Faithy." He quickly flipped them both over, and Faith released her lip, the air coming out of her lungs in a whoosh as her back hit the bed. And as soon as Faith's back hit the bed he brought her hands up and pinned them above her head and sank his fangs hard into her neck as he began to thrust in and out of her hard and fast.
Faith's swear word died on her breath as a sharp pain radiated outwards from where his fangs were buried in her flesh, and then her back arched as she started to orgasm, waves of pleasure washing throughout her body while she moaned deep and huskily in the back of her throat. He drank deeply. Deeper than she had ever felt him drink from her before, and all too late his words registered deep in the recesses of her mind, or more precisely, one word, "Faithy." Only one person ever called her that, and her eyes shot open and she instantly struggled in panic as she spat her words out raggedly, "Angelus….Get the fuck off of me!" Angelus smirked against her neck, pinned her wrists harder against the bed and drank even deeper as she began to struggle more and buck beneath him, which only spurred him on. He crushed his chest hard against hers, and thrusted into her mercilessly, causing her to whimper in pain from his assault on her body. As her breathing began to slow so did her movements and ever so slowly Angelus withdrew his fangs, shifted so he was holding both of her wrists in one of his hands and spoke in her ear in a mocking sing song voice, "Now Faithy. I like my girls to lay still." Faith had lost most of the focus in her eyes but managed to get out a "Screw you!" in a harsh whisper. "Already did that," and he chuckled, flung his head back and growled deep and loudly as he came hard, shooting his cold dead seed deep inside of her. He shivered hard, his growl died down a little and he moved his free hand to her hair and gripped it firmly before he yanked her head to the side so she would look at him. Faith winced and bit back a whimper and finally looked him in the eyes as he stopped moving but stayed buried deep inside of her.
She tried to shake her head in denial but Angelus only gripped her hair tighter, and she spoke in a choked up voice full of disbelief, "No!....This isn't happening…" Angelus smirked, "Oh but it is…don't you see?" and he continued when she gave no reply, "Guess not….Soul Boy fell in love." Faith narrowed her eyes, disbelief ripe inside of her, finding her voice, "There's no way he loves," and Angelus cut her off in a sing song voice, "Buffy Buffy Buffy….no no no," and he slammed her head down each time he said the last three words, smirk back in place straight away as he looked into Faith's eyes, watching every emotion flicker across her features. Faith couldn't believe it. There was no way Angel would fall in love with her. She knew he would always love Buffy. That thought was always there, along with the voice inside of her taunting her quietly with the fact at least once a day. Angelus broke her out of her thoughts as he looked over what parts of her body he could see as he spoke, "Looks like Soul Boy traded up." Faith shook her head. He was wrong. Faith wasn't the Chosen One. She wasn't special like Buffy was. She was second in line. Second best. Good for a while until the real thing came along. She always thought that would happen. It was like she was always waiting for Buffy to come back and take what was rightfully hers. Take Angel away from her, and she knew it would happen, and it would just be a matter of when. And yet, here was Angelus.
Angelus hit her head back against the bed as he spoke harshly and quietly, "Wake up Faithy….It's not time for you to pass out yet." Faith regained some focus in her eyes and whispered softly in a venom filled tone, "No. No way Angel fell in love with me," but her voice wavered towards the end and suddenly she didn't sound so sure. Angelus smirked and then sneered as he began to speak in a sing song voice once more, "Oh but he did…. Want to know what tripped him over the edge?" The look in Faith's eyes hardened and she struggled against his hold on her wrists weakly as she spat out, "Screw you!" Angelus sighed, moved his hand out of her hair and backhanded her across the face hard before he gripped her hair once more. Faith looked back at him after her head had jarred to the side from the force of his hit, and she gathered the blood in her mouth from her split lip, looked into his eyes and spat the blood out onto his face. She smirked at him and then gave him a disgusted look as he licked the blood off his own lips while he tightened his hold on her wrists and hair. Angelus looked up into the air, pretending to recall what he knew he was going to say next, then he looked back down at her as he started to speak, "Let's see Faithy…It's quite funny really…You…Damaged little girl…always in the shadow of that tight assed blond bitch, trying so hard to do everything to Angel to make sure he wouldn't fall in love with you and lose that pesky little soul of his…and what did you do?...Everything she didn't…Gave him everything…Whenever you wanted…Whenever he wanted…Whatever he wanted…You gave it to him…but you made one mistake Faithy…While you were trying so hard not to mess up you messed up…Funny really," and he grinned and spoke in a jolly sarcastic tone, "You messed up trying not to mess up," and he leaned down closer to her and talked softly as soon as his eyes locked with hers, "And, you know what you did Faithy?"
Faith sneered at him and raised her eyebrows as she spoke, "No, but I'm sure you're gonna tell me…'cause you just love the sound of your own voice," and she smirked at him before she wrenched her head painfully free from his grasp on her hair and head butted him, with all the strength she could muster, right in his nose. Angelus shot back, released his grip on her as he pulled out of her at the same time, sitting up onto his knees while his hands went automatically up to his nose. Faith pulled her knees up towards her chest at the same time, kicked him off the bed with one hard kick to his stomach and dove for the flick knife laying on top of the bedside cabinet. She popped the blade up as she scooted back up against the rails of the headboard, holding the knife threateningly in Angelus' direction, watching him slowly stand up with a look of pure hatred on his face. "You bitch!" he spat out but held his ground while Faith cursed inwardly at not having drank some of Angel's blood like she usually did before she had begged him to drink from her. If she had done that she knew she would have been stronger, and she followed Angelus' eye line to her hand that was shaking from gripping the handle of the flick knife tightly. She moved her other hand over it to try and stop it from shaking as he sneered at her, slipping his game face off as he spoke, "You wouldn't…hurt the face of the one you love." Faith raised her eyebrows, shifted her position so she was crouched on the bed and spoke sarcastically, "You wanna bet baby? 'Cause from where I'm sitting he ain't driving." There was a long tension filled pause and then Angelus slowly turned and walked towards the end of the bed, taking his eyes off Faith, knowing full well she was too weak to do him any real damage.
Faith watched him closely and shifted her feet so she was facing the end of the bed, swallowing hard and trying to keep her arms up and steady as she watched Angelus start to pace casually from one end of the bed to the other. He glanced at her, trademark smirk back in place, confidently taking his eyes off of her as he continued to pace, like an alpha wolf strutting in its full glory, wiping his thumb against his cheek and then sucking off slowly Faith's blood before he began to talk in the sing song voice that was starting to send a deep cold chill up Faith's spine every time she heard it, "Love suits you Faithy. Puts real color back into your cheeks…Not like the last time we met," and he chuckled, spun around quickly to face her, not taking notice of her flinching at his sudden movements, and began gesturing with his hand as he spoke, "You know what done it for him Faithy? Pushed him over the edge? Your blood…right from that first night you teased and tempted him with that sweet Slayer's blood of yours. Taunting him with the promise to give him exactly what he craved. What he desired," and he grinned, his voice rising even more, "And we're not just talking about your body here…as hot as it is…But you let him drink from you Faithy…and not just once…and you got off on it," and he grinned wider as he chuckled deeply, leaning back and tilting his head back at the same time.
Just as quickly his laughter died down and he looked at her once more as he continued in a quieter voice, "You gave him just what he needed. Accepted and let his inner demon run loose. You gave him everything Faithy. Much more than that tight assed little blond bitch did. Made him forget her completely when you were so sure that he wouldn't," and he made his voice more lower and husky and deeper, "Weren't you Faithy?...And why you tried not to think about how you thought he would never fall in love with someone as screwed up as you…he did just that," and he smirked before he chuckled loudly. Faith kept her eyes on Angelus as he talked, her arms shaking more with each passing second as she continued to grip the flick knife tightly in her hands, starting to feel even more weak and dizzy from the loss of blood. She raised her eyebrows and sneered at him, "Are you done, 'cause I gotta say, you're kinda boring me…I always thought Angel would be the boring one…but you…You just seem to get less interesting each time you get out of your cage." Angelus gritted his teeth as he looked at her, "Well, you set me free baby," and then he chuckled loudly, slowly making his way around to the side of the bed as he continued, "You think Soul Boy wasn't boring just because you got free reign to play a few sadistic games of torture with him? Talk about border line S and M…but he just wouldn't go far enough…would he Faithy? Never make it hurt that little bit more like you really wanted him to…Just stayed tender and loving…which really pissed you off…," and he stopped in front of the bedside cabinet and he smirked slightly when he heard her heart rate increase in panic.
Faith raised her eyebrows and talked softly, "I liked the tenderness you stupid moron…just made what came afterwards feel that much better," and she smirked. Angelus narrowed his eyes for the briefest of moments, looked away from her as he wet his lips lightly and slowly and gently slid open the bedside cabinet drawer as he spoke softly, "Afterwards? You mean when he drank from you and you got off on it?...Or when you drank from him and got off on it even more?" Keeping his head bowed he eyed the contents of the drawer, running his fingers across the items lightly as he continued in a more husky tone, "You don't know what you've been missing Faithy…You've been drinking tainted blood for months now…Diseased with that pesky little soul of his…Just imagine how much more delicious it tastes when it's pure…Just think how much you'd get off on it then…I'll even throw in what you like best for free…Pain…That's what gets you off as well…doesn't it?" And he wrapped his hand around the handle of a double bladed dagger, "And you ain't ever felt pain like mine before baby…I'll give you just what you've always wanted," and he brought the dagger up out of the drawer and inspected it closely, "And then…I'll make you mine…"