Scooby Gang vs. Asmodeus, the Demon Lord of Lust

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it's characters, settings, or ideas. Come on people, this is FANFICTION! What's the point of these disclaimers?! Just kidding, of course, whatever floats your boat.

AN: Anyways, in this story, Faith and Buffy are a couple, as are Willow and Tara. Faith went evil, but is back on good terms with the Scoobies. Willow is no longer addicted to magic, she's just as careful and sparing with it as Tara. Oz never left, but it's still kind of awkward between him and Willow, and by extention, Tara. But he has come to terms with Willow's homosexuality. Xander and Anya are married, Ms. Calendar never died, she's married to Giles. Kendra was revived after being killed by Drusilla, so there are three slayers. Kendra decided to stay in Sunnydale with the Scoobies. Dawn is, er, exploring in her sexuality. She's recently found herself somewhat attracted to girls, but isn't quite sure whether or not she's actually into them. No one knows about it. (This is a really long AN, isn't it?). Angel and Spike are both still into Buffy, and are still fighting to win her over, much to Faith's displeasure. Both vampires have souls, Spike has his chip. I'm not sure what happened to Drusilla in the show, but in this story, Dawn had an encounter with Drusilla, and almost died as a result, and Buffy's a bit traumatized by it, having recurring nightmares of the scene.

Chapter 1

Buffy screamed at the sight before her. Dawn looked so peaceful in death, even with her throat cut open. Drusilla hovered over her, black nails sharpened to claws, her normally quite beautiful face twisted into the grotesque mask of a vampire. Dawn's crimson blood dripped from Drusilla's claws, and Buffy was paralyzed with grief. If Drusilla was so inclined, she could easily take Buffy's life, wnd not even break a sweat. Instead, she took a lief from Angelus' book and decided to torture Buffy. She smiled and walked away calmly, letting Buffy wallow in her despair.

Buffy merely watched as her sister's murderer walked away, then crawled over to Dawn's lifeless body. So small. So peaceful. It amazed Buffy how Dawn always looked at peace, even in the most traumatizing of circumstances. Faith finally caught up to Buffy, and stopped dead in her tracks, the rest of the Scooby Gang right behind her.

Buffy and the Scoobies had been tracking Drusilla and a few other vamps when Dru grabbed Dawn and told them to stop pursuing her or Dawn would die. Buffy knew she planned on killing Dawn anyways, but she figured that if she did as Drusilla said, she might be able to follow and catch the vampiress by surprize, and rescue her sister.

When Drusilla had disappeared into the dark alleyway in the night, Buffy told Faith and the others to get the other vamps while she went after Drusilla. It was stupid of her to split the group up. If they'd stayed together, they might have stopped this. Dawn would still be alive. Her sister.

"Buffy." Faith said as she knelt down beside her. Buffy didn't even acknowledge that Faith hadn't used her nickname for the blonde slayer, "B".

Finally, the tears started flowing. Buffy's head fell to rest on Faith's shoulder, her arms wrapping around her girlfriend's neck for support. Behind her, the other Scoobies were all weeping as well. Dawn had touched everyone's heart around her. Xander and Anya were weeping in each other's embrace, Willow and Tara had slumped to the ground, faces redder than Willow's hair. Giles and Jenny hadn't accompanied the Scoobies this time, but they'd find out soon enough. Oz and Kendra knelt beside Dawn's body alongside the other two slayers. They folded Dawn's hands over her chest, and straightened her legs out.

Oz looked to Buffy, but she was so grief-stricken, she didn't even notice his presence until his hands were under Dawn's head, raising it while Kendra grabbed her by the ankles, the two of them trying to get the small body out of the alley.

"Umm, guys, we'd better get to a hospital." Buffy barely heard Oz say. She was just about to lash out at him for being more concerned about himself, when she realized he meant Dawn.

"What?" She somehow managed to get out between sobs.

"She's still alive! We need to get her to a hospital!" Buffy leapt over to where Oz was and felt for a pulse. It was faint, very faint, but there was still hope. Buffy put her hands over Dawn's slit throat, trying to stop the blood flow while Faith and Kendra each grabbed a leg. The three slayers were strong, and very fast, so they alone sprinted for the nearest building and pounded on the door. A stranger opened it slightly and, seeing Dawn, opened it widely, ushering the girls inside.

He got out a first-aid kit and handed Buffy the gauze, which sher wrapped around her sister's throat, tight enough to slow the blood flow, but not tight enough to cut off the air supply. Satisfied with the bandages, the slayers asked the stranger for a ride to the hospital, and he kindly agreed. Luckily, the man had a camaro, so they managed to make it to the hospital quickly. The doctors hurried Dawn to the ER, and were back in an hour.

Buffy's throat tied itself in a knot when she saw the doctor, she'd never had very good luck, and was expecting the worst, but the tears turned from tears of despair to tears of joy and relief when she saw the doctor's smile.

"Miss Summers, we managed to stop the blood, and you're sister will be just fine, with time. She has, however, lost a great deal of blood, so we'll need to keep her here for a while for observations. She has had stitches to help close the wound, and there will be a scar when the wound has healed, but a miracle isn't necessary for her to be able to come home soon."

"Can I see her?" Buffy choked out.

"Yes. She's still unconscious, so I would recommend no more than two visitors for now."

"Faith? Will you come with me?"

"Yes, of course." Buffy gave the others a look of apology, and they nodded. They knew that Buffy would need much more than a friend with her for support, and Faith was the obvious choice. They would be able to visit Dawn eventually.

Up until this point, the nightmare was exactly as Buffy remembered the events of that night, but this was the point where it took a turn for the worst.

Just as Buffy and Faith walked into Dawn's room, Buffy's relief and hope vanished as she saw Dawn lying on the bed straight, arms folded across her chest, dressed in a black dress, her face veiled by a dark shroud. The EKG showed a straight line, the continuous ringing shattering Buffy's heart. And Drusilla had gotten away with it.

Buffy leaned into Faith's embrace for comfort, only to fall flat on the ground. Faith was gone, nowhere to be seen. All that was left of her was a note saying, "Thanks for the good times, B.- F". Faith had used her. Used her like she had used every man she'd ever been with.

She ran back to the waiting room, to find herself in a cemetary. Before her lay ten headstones in a row, the names very familiar to her. Willow Rosenberg, Alexander Harris, Anya Harris, Dawn Summers, Joyce Summers, Rupert Giles, Jenny Calendar-Giles, Tara Maclay, Daniel Osbourne, Kendra Young. Before her eyes, hands shot up out of each of the graves as each of her friends clawed their way out of the ground, the grotesque face of a vampire on each of them. In Buffy's hand was a single wooden stake that she would have to use to kill her friends, her family.

Buffy jolted awake, screaming. Faith stirred in bed beside her.

"The nightmare again, B?"

"Yeah." Buffy gasped as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

"That's the third time this week, B. I think, maybe you should see a shrink about it."

"No. No shrinks. I've dealt with worse than a dream before, I can certainly deal with this."

"It's been three years. If you haven't kicked it on your own by now, you're not going to. Face it, B, you're traumatized. You need to find a way to deal with this, or you'll end up jumping at shadows."

"Jumping at shadows is what we're supposed to do. Shadows means evil, evil means vampires, vampires means almost losing my sister and everyone else I love." Faith didn't know about her particular role in Buffy's nightmare, it was a fear that no one knew Buffy had.

"B, I'm not going to die on you anytime soon. I plan on growing old, you know."

"Faith, just, please." Buffy warned, and she settled back into Faith's embrace.

Faith squeezed her girlfriend with all of her slayer strength, fully aware that she could withstand the crushing strength. She kissed Buffy on top of her head, and the two slayers fell asleep again.

The next morning, Faith awoke to an empty bed. She got up and went downstairs without bothering to get dressed.

She walked into the kitchen, where Buffy was attempting to cook breakfast. Attempting. Already, the eggs were dark, the sausage charred to a crisp, and the bacon black. At least she managed to pour the OJ correctly.

Wary that Buffy might still be reeling from the previous night, Faith restrained herself from making jokes and sat down at the table. As she pulled her chair out, Buffy finally noticed her, and jumped.

"Faith! I didn't see you there." She said as she managed to not drop the (eggs?) all over the place.

"Yeah, just got up."

Buffy found herself quickly becoming aroused at the sight of Faith in her black lacey bra and panties.

"You know, Dawn lives here too. You might want to go put some clothes on."

"Dawn stayed the night over at Willow's and Tara's, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot."

"You remember why, don't you?"

"Of course. She has an early magic lesson today." Buffy shot out a guess, with no idea whatsoever why Dawn had stayed over.

"Come on, you're kidding, right? I mean, I know the nightmare last night shook you up a bit, but it's not like you to forget."

"Forgeeeet... Your birthday?"

"No! Our anniversary! Of the day you finally asked me out. The day we started dating."

"Oh! I'm sooooo sorry! I totally spaced."

"It's alright. Your attempt at making breakfast makes up for it." She risked a joke.

"Yeah, I'm not very good with the cooking thing. I do much better with the eating thing."

"Yes you do." Faith said, a perverted grin spreading across her face. Buffy blushed when she caught Faith's meaning.

"That's terrible!"

"Really? 'Cause I definitely remember enjoying it."

"Shut up!" Buffy said, a hint of amuzement in her tone.

"What are you going to do to make me?" Faith asked hopefully as she leaned into Buffy.

Buffy was very aroused now. Between Faith's choice of clothing, or almost lack thereof, and her sultry, seductive tone, Buffy was doing all she could to not throw herself at the brunette.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Buffy asked, trying to fight back, but Faith was much better at it than she.

She moaned, teasingly. "Why don't I leave that up to you? Surprize me."

Buffy couldn't take it any longer. She jumped forward and kissed Faith passionately, wrapping her arms around her neck. Their breasts pressed firmly together as they stood up, their backs arching enough that their centers met.

Buffy knocked the pans with (breakfast?) off the kitchen table in one swipe, then pushed Faith down on the table.

"Ooooh!" Faith moaned. "The table's still warm from the pans!"

Buffy smiled, then kissed Faith again.

Faith pushed Buffy away just enough so that she could speak.

"B, you're wearing too many clothes." She said through her gasps for air.

Buffy looked down and realized that she was still wearing her pink blouse, tight skinny jeans, and the black leather jacket Faith had given her for her birthday.

"Look, B. If we're gonna do this relationship thing, you're going to have to at least give leather a try." Buffy remembered her disgust at the suggestion, but soon the jacket had become one of her favorite possessions.

Buffy sighed and unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it and the jacket off her body. She tossed the blouse on the ground, but she floded the jacket neatly and put it on the counter. She started to remove her jeans, but Faith stopped her.

"Let me." Faith got down on her knees, her face right in front of Buffy's crotch.

She slowly unbuttoned the jeans, then followed through with the zipper. She folded the opening of the jeans back and saw Buffy was wearing her set of red lingerie that matched Faith's black bra and panties.

"You didn't really think I forgot our anniversary, did you?"

Faith smiled at her, then slipped the waistband of the skinny jeans over Buffy's hips, pulling the pants down, down, down, until she lifted her feet one at a time, and seductively stepped out of the pants.

Faith kissed Buffy on the crotch before standing back up and kissing her right on the lips, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths, their bodies molding into each other's perfectly, like they were literally made for each other. Like they were cut from the same cloth.

Both girls were moaning furiously as Buffy backed Faith up again, the brunette's knees folding as they met the edge of the table, and she lay back down on the surface, and Buffy laid on top of her. Buffy placed her right knee between Faith's legs and put pressure on her crotch, causing Faith to moan as she began to grind on Buffy's leg.

Buffy reached behind Faith and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her sholders and tossing it to the pile of Buffy's clothes. Buffy then slid Faith's panties off her legs and tossed them to join the pile as well. She laid down beside Faith and cupped her left breast in her hand, massaging it as she bent over to capture her other nipple in her mouth.

Faith's moans increased in volume as Buffy started pinching and twisting, and sucking and biting both nipples, and Buffy's free hand snaked its way down Faith's body and lightly stroked Faith's slit. Faith was already gasping, Buffy had had no idea how aroused she had really been.

Buffy took pity on her lover and pushed two fingers deep inside her, but took no more pity on her than that. She didn't let Faith adjust to the feeling, instead started thrusting in and out of her as quickly and hard as her slayer abilities would allow.

"Fuck." Faith gasped as the blonde slayer added a third finger, and somehow started thrusting even harder and faster. It wasn't long before Buffy felt Faith's walls closing around her fingers, preparing for her release.

Faith's climax was cruelly snatched away from her, however, as Buffy quickly removed her fingers, and Faith whined.

"Sorry Faith, but I've got a surprize for you, and I don't want to ruin it. I'm not done with you yet."

The ideaof more to come beckoned to Faith, and she stopped whining, but her imagination started to wander, making her ever more aroused.

"Damn it, B, I hate surprizes."

"You'll like this one."

"Really? Then what is it?"

"If I told you that, then it wouldn't be a surprize.

"Then where is it?"

Buffy smiled, a wicked grin, then replied, "Follow me." Buffy grabbed her hand, pulled her off the table, then beckoned as she went upstairs.

Buffy lead Faith back into the master bedroom, the room they shared. She left the door open, they were the only ones in the house, after all, and had Faith lay down on the bed.

"Here." Buffy said as she handed Faith a piece of cloth.

"What is it?"

"It's a blindfold. Put it on."

"Oooo! Kinkiness! You were right, I do like it."

"Oh, that's not your surprize. I just don't want you to see it yet." Buffy said wickedly as Faith tied the bandana around her skull.

Faith felt Buffy push her back down on the bed and spread her legs, then heard Buffy's nightstand drawer open, then close.

Buffy grabbed Faith's right wrist and put it against the headboard, then tied it in place with a rough kind of rope, then did the same with her left wrist. Faith, oddly enough, found her total loss of all control extremely arousing, knowing she was at Buffy's mercy, and the blonde could do whatever she wanted with her body.

She felt a rumbling deep down inside her, and it wasn't from hunger, rather, it wasn't from the regular kind of hunger. This hunger was much, much different. Much... better.

"Buffy..." Faith moaned, and Buffy froze as she heard her name. Not just her initial "B", her name. She knew then that Faith was completely serious. Buffy then took it further.

She tied another rope to Faith's left ankle, then wrapped part of it around the bedpost next to her foot, then stretched the rope across the bed, wrapped it around the opposite bedpost, and tied the other end of the rope to Faith's right ankle. Buffy now had complete access to Faith's body, and Faith was unable to move an inch as she found herself tied down spread-eagle. Buffy laid down next to Faith and let her hands explore every inch of her body. She fisted her hair, long, black tresses roping around her fingers, then released the hair, dragging her hands down Faith's face, her fingertips dipping into Faith's mouth long enough for her to suck on them a bit.

Her hands continued down the brunette's face to under her chin, and Buffy leaned over to kiss Faith passionately, their tongues not wrestling, but dancing with each other, a dance worthy of broadway (or Episode 109: Once More... With Feeling).

Faith started to shiver with anticipation as Buffy's hands continued their downward journey, down her neck, her shoulders, across her chest, fingertips grazing the center of her chest, between her breasts. Buffy's hands separated, each of them grasping a breast, squeezing, pinching, twisting, massaging, kneeding. Faith was more turned on than she ever had been before, and that was saying something.

"F-f-fuck..." She stammered, for stammering and stuttering was all she could do at the moment.

"You enjoying this?"

"Mmmm-hmmm." Buffy had to admit, Faith was good. She was barely succeeding, but she was keeping her breath under control, and stopping herself from moaning, as if to torture Buffy as punishment for Buffy torturing her.

Buffy released the perfect breasts, and continued lower, determined to make Faith lose control of herself. She slowly, very slowly, inched her way down Faith's abdomen, and stroked the small patch of black hair right above her... that spot.

Faith's breathing was begining to become labored as she fought to keep control over herself.

"Come on, babe. Let it go. Just relax and let Buffy take care of you." Buffy's words caused Faith to unravel, and she moaned, loudly. Buffy took advantage of this moment to surprize Faith, shoving two fingers deep within her as the moan escaped turning it into a scream. Before Faith could adjust, Buffy thrusted in and out with the same force as she had earlier, on the kitchen table.

Just as before, Buffy denied Faith her sweet release, removing her fingers. She put her fingers up to her lips and sucked the juices off, revelling in Faith's taste. She bent over to kiss her lover, letting Faith's juices flow into her own mouth. This only turned Faith on even further, and Faith felt that if she was any more aroused, the ropes would snap and she would explode, forcing Buffy to finish her off.

Buffy sensed it too, so she decided to give in.

"Okay, foreplay's over, Faith." Faith moaned at the thought that this wasn't even the best part, the teasing, the torture, the immobility, the darkness, not allowing her to see what Buffy was doing, it was all just foreplay?

Faith heard the drawer open and close again, then felt something poking at her. Something large. She heard Buffy gasp, and moan, and wondered what the Hellmouth was going on, then she felt the thing at her entrance.

"You ready, babe?" Buffy asked, her breathing harsh.

"Mmmm-hmmm."

Then, she screamed. Faith then knew exactly what was going on, though she couldn't see it. Buffy had pulled out a double-ended sex toy, and was about to fuck her senseless, and Faith realized that this was the reason behind the bondage, so she couldn't grab Buffy, couldn't wrap her arms around her neck, or her ribs, couldn't wrap her legs around Buffy's waist and grind with her. She was forced to lay flat, and nothing she did helped her, it was torture, but it was ejoyable beyond enjoyable. She knew that she wanted Buffy to feel what she was feeling right now, but knew that that would wait 'til later.

Both slayers gasped as Buffy pulled away from Faith, the toy between them sliding out of them slightly, then pushed back in. Buffy did it again, and again, and again, and soon they were writhing in ecstasy. Pure bliss, pure pleasure. Faith couldn't think of a single time when she'd had better sex. No, it was more than that. She didn't just think this was the best sex she'd ever had, she knew.

And there was no way she was ever giving this up. If Faith had been able to speak intelligible words, she'd have been screaming Buffy's name as the slayers exploded.

Fireworks danced in Buffy's eyes as both slayers reached their conclusion. Barely able to retain consciousness, Buffy untied Faith's arms and removed the blindfold, but didn't remove the toy from either of them. Instead, she just laid down on top of Faith, perfectly content as the lovers drifted off to sleep.