Setting - Angel. After Season5.
Characters - Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Willow and Buffy.
(Lord and Co-Lord's Residence – Beverly Hills - 8.30pm)
Spike walked out of the en suite bathroom into his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, one hand up holding another towel that he was drying his hair with. He walked past ..Illyria.., as if she wasn't even there, who had her arms at her sides and was staring at him. As he walked by her she blinked once, then turned to face him, staring at his back as she spoke in a harsh tone, "I will find another pet," she declared. Spike, not bothering to look at her, stood facing the bed, looking at the window as he continued to dry his hair while he answered her in a non caring tone, "You do that then." Illyria cocked her head to the side, almost as if she had twitched, rather than move it willingly. She blinked again, then looked him over quickly before looking at the back of his head, speaking a little uncertainly, "But you are pleasing on the eye….despite being a half breed." Spike smirked, knowing he had half won this round, and then scoffed at the last part of her comment. Dropping the towel on his bed, after his hair was practically dry, he picked up his shirt, turned to face her with a blank expression on his face, and then put his shirt on. Keeping his eyes on hers he took the time to assess her, watching as her head and fingers twitched slightly as she kept her own eyes locked on his. As he began to do up his shirt buttons his expression turned to a sour one and he spoke to her, his tone full of bitterness with a slight trace of cockiness, "Glad I amuse you luv." Without turning he took the towel off that was around his waist, keeping his eyes on hers. Yeah, Angel was right. She was starting to show emotion. Not that she bloody understood it or what it meant fully.
He watched her, his expression neutral, hers mirroring his, and then a small frown appearing as her eyes sparked with confusion, "I don't understand." Spike broke their eye contact, turned and reached for his jeans, then started to put them on as he answered her, "Well…that's just it. You wouldn't….you can't….can you?" By the time he had done his jeans up, his belt, and looked up at Illyria, he saw her expression had returned to that of a blank one. One he had seen far too much of, and that continued to piss him off the more he saw it. Spike sat down on the edge of the bed, put his socks on, his boots, and then started to do them up. "You wish me to leave, so you can take my place as Lord in this Hell." It was a statement clearly delivered by her, but one Spike was going to answer as if it was a question. Standing up as he picked his duster off the bed he shrugged into it, readjusted the collar and looked at her, "I wish a lot of things luv. That definitely isn't one of them." He reached into his duster pocket, took a smoke out the packet, placed it between his lips, took his lighter out of his jeans pocket and sparked it into life. Tilting his head he brought the flame up to his smoke, waited until the tip glowed brightly and then inhaled deep. "You lie," Illyria said to him, her tone bitter as she narrowed her eyes a little. Spike looked at her, up righting his head and lifting his chin a little before exhaling steadily. He shrugged a shoulder and spoke evenly, "Maybe. Maybe not. Guess you'll never know." "And through it all. I did it myyyyyyy way." Illyria cocked her head to the side, watching Spike walk out of his bedroom, "Your pocket is singing."
Spike reached into his front jeans pocket, and took a drag on his smoke as he looked at the Caller I.D that flashed the word 'Peaches' repeatedly. He rolled his eyes as he carried on walking out of the mansion, flipped the cell phone open, brought it up to his ear and exhaled a cloud of smoke as he answered, "Yello." He made his way across the lawn, listening to a few bangs coming from the other end of the phone before loud breathing noises could be heard. Spike continued to smoke, a frown forming as he walked over to the Viper parked in front of the garage, "What the hell are you doing? I hope this isn't the kind of call that I think it is," and a smirk appeared on his lips despite how uneasily he was starting to feel. Angel breathed in shakily the other end and gritted his teeth as he spoke, "Spike. Shut up….and…," bang, "don't," and a noise that Spike assumed was unneeded air whooshing out from Angel's lungs was heard, "Ow…..don't……come here," and then another large bang was heard. Spike frowned even more, feeling slightly irritated, "What the bloody hell is going on? Angel?" and the line went dead. Spike growled low, and flipped the cell phone shut with a sharp click, then pocketed it as he opened the drivers' side door to the Viper, mumbling as he got in, "Yeah right. If the ponce is dying, I want a front row seat."
Half an hour later Spike drew up in front of the Hyperion Hotel. He walked quickly until he got to the front door, once inside he took the steps down into the lobby two at a time, following his ears to Angel's office behind the reception desk. Stopping in Angel's office doorway his mouth dropped open, "Bloody hell!"
Spike stood in the doorway of Angel's office, jaw dropped, as well as his gaze, as he took in the scene before him. As soon as he had spoken Angel had looked up from his position on the floor. But Faith, who was straddling Angel didn't. Spike tilted his head to the side, Angel desperately trying to twist his head to see him, but Spike's eyes were firmly fixed on Faith's cleavage as she was bent over facing him, her body dipping every now and then as she licked a newly exposed piece of Angel's flesh after undoing another of his shirt buttons. Spike broke out of his reverie as Angel spoke his name through gritted teeth, trying to wriggle out from underneath Faith. Spike's expression changed instantly from looking like a slightly hungry predator to pissed off vampire. "Bloody hell Peaches. I thought you were dying. Do you know how many stop signs I drove through to get here as quick as I did?" Angel managed to push Faith up into a sitting position as her concentration was broken upon hearing Spike speak. Angel crawled backwards towards the door, while he spoke, as Faith tilted her head to the side and fixed her gaze on Spike. Angel, relieved but angsty from trying to ward off Faith since she had gotten into his car spoke to Spike in a harsh tone, "All of them? And I told you not to come." Spike, looking slightly amused at how flustered Angel was surveyed the inside of Angel's office, "Well yeah." Desk, chairs, and all the rest of Angel's furniture was over turned, along with various books strewn over the floor. Spike looked smugly at Angel, watching him readjust his clothing and then rummaging among some of the books on the floor.
"Well, I didn't want to miss the floor show," and he smirked, oblivious to how intently Faith was watching him from her crouched position on the floor. Angel ignored his remark, shaking his head to try and clear it after he had picked up the book he had been looking at before Faith had tried her latest attempt to get him undressed. Faith wet her lips, as Angel began flicking through pages, searching for the demon that had put the 'lust whammy' on them, as Faith had dubbed it earlier. Spike breathed in deeply, disappointed he wasn't going to see Angel's demise anytime soon, but as the scent of Faith's arousal hit him his gaze dropped to where she was crouched five feet away. He watched a slow seductive predatory smile appear on her lips, which she then proceeded to wet lightly before she spoke his name slowly and huskily, "Spike," causing him to swallow softly. Spike shifted uneasily, wondering why she was looking at him so intently. He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he spoke uncertainly and quietly, "Angel? What the bloody hell is going on?" Angel shifted his gaze to Faith, briefly stopping from flicking through pages before looking back to the book in his hands while he answered, "Demon pheromones I think. Or possibly a spell." Spike kept his eyes on Faith's as she slowly began to crawl towards him on all fours, giving an alternate answer to his question in the same husky tone she had used before, "Lust whammy." Her smile grew a little as her hands reached just in front of Spike's boots, his gaze dropping even more as he looked down at her as she looked up at him.
Angel, still flicking through his book addressed Spike without looking up, "I need to find the demon that did this so we can find a cure," and as an after thought he added, "Keep her busy." Spike's eyes went wide slightly, registering what Angel meant by 'busy' as Faith started to run both of her hands up Spike's legs, pressing her fingertips into his jeans. Spike tore his gaze away from Faith, trying not to let the smell of her arousal affect him, as he looked at Angel, "Hell no! She's your problem. You're the one who likes to be the hero and save her arse whenever she's in trouble." Angel sighed heavily bringing a hand up to the side of his head, the lust in his system still present but his annoyance growing more from just having Spike near him, "I can't research this demon and fight her off at the same time." Spike snorted, his gaze shifting down to Faith, who was now beginning to run her hands up the front of his shirt, to Angel, and raising his eyebrows he spoke sarcastically, "Didn't look like you were fighting her off to me." He stared at Angel, who sighed exasperatingly, and then Spike's brow furrowed remembering something, "You said 'we'. You didn't say 'her' when you were talking about the 'lust whammy' thing." Angel looked up at him then, his eyes flickering between brown and yellow, and then he shook his head hard and picked up another book before starting to flick through it. Spike brought his hands up into the air as he started to speak, "Well, that's bloody brilliant. Ain't it?" and he brought his hands back down and placed them on Faith's shoulders, trying to step back and push her away at the same time.
Faith by now had pushed Spike's shirt up and was gripping his waist hard so he couldn't move back. She grinned against his stomach, letting her eyes slip closed, a slight frown in place as she began to lick and suck her way across his stomach slowly. Spike clenched his jaw, gripping her shoulders firmly as he spoke through gritted teeth in a slightly desperate tone, "Angel!" trying to stay focused and ignore her scent that was screaming at his body to give in and rip all her clothes off. Angel, brow furrowed in deep concentration, oblivious or ignoring Spike's present predicament, continued to flick through his book, "Just don't….," Spike jumped as Faith nipped his stomach hard, a low throaty growl escaping between his lips before he spoke, "Ow!" Faith shivered hard, the lust inside her building up even more, and as Angel rolled his eyes he finished his sentence, "…growl." Spike looked up at him in disbelief as Faith began to suck harder on his stomach, one of his hands unconsciously going to the back of her head and pressing her closer as he spoke, "Don't what?" Angel looked up, wanting to throw the book at him, but didn't, looking clearly pissed off, his eyes flickering yellow for longer now, "Don't growl you idiot!" Spike clenched his jaw, pushing his fingers into Faith's hair, biting back a low moan as her mouth worked its way up his chest, "Sod off you ponce!" Angel looked at him blankly, trying not to growl or worse, returned his attention to his book and carried on reading. Spike scowled at him for a few seconds before looking down at Faith, letting his hand run across her shoulder, and down her arm before he rested it at her waist.
She looked up slowly, a small smile forming on her lips as her brown eyes met his blue ones. Spike's eyes wavered between hers as he breathed in a shaky breath, and then his eyes went wide slightly as she pressed herself firmly against him. What the bloody hell am I doing? As soon as he thought that he dropped his hand from her waist, as she placed her hands gently on his chest, and then moved his fingers out of her hair and started to take a few unsteady steps backwards, keeping his eyes firmly on hers. A slight frown crossed her features as her hands dropped down when he stepped back. Trying to focus she kept looking into his eyes, noticing how they had gone a deeper shade of blue, and she knew immediately why. A small soft smile appeared on her lips, and she started to walk slowly forwards, lifting her chin a little as she spoke huskily, "Where you going Blondie? We're not finished." Spike continued to walk backwards, through the door of Angel's office, and keeping his eyes on Faith's. The look of panic on his face just made Faith want him even more, clearly seeing the lust that filled his eyes as he looked into her own. When he walked into the back of the reception desk she started to walk a little faster towards him. Spike groped blindly behind him for the end of the desk, not daring to take his eyes of Faith, then edged his way around and into the foyer as quick as he could. Spike, once in the foyer, tore his eyes away from Faith, looked to the left and then to the right, trying to decide which way to go. Faith, only four feet away, stopped walking when he did, tilted her head to the side and swept her eyes slowly up and down Spike's body, a hungry look in her eyes.
Angel had followed a meter behind Faith as she had followed Spike out of his office, before placing a few books on the reception desk. He continued to flick through the one in his hand, desperately trying not to look up at the owner whose female scent he had followed out of his office. Spike didn't know what the hell to do, and clenched his jaw in frustration as he switched his gaze from Faith to Angel and spoke through gritted teeth, "Angel! Do something!" Angel, not even glancing up breathed in a deep unnecessary breath, Faith's and Spike's combined scent entering his system and making his eyes change to an even brighter yellow before he answered him back through gritted teeth as well, "I am!" Faith bit her bottom lip, up righted her head after taking a shallow breath, and then ran full speed at Spike, jumped at the last second and pounced on him, knocking him backwards. Spike who had looked up into the air, and clenched his jaw harder, looked down and his eyes went suddenly wide. The only other thing he had time to do was reach up and take a hold of Faith's upper arms as he landed heavily on the foyer floor, his head falling back and hitting the floor hard. Spike's teeth jarred hard on impact and before he could stop himself he growled deep in his chest. Faith, sitting on his lap, straddling him, hands on his chest, let her head fall back as she sat up more, her body shivering hard from the affect his growl had on her. Angel's skin had prickled upon hearing Spike's growl and he gripped his book harder, a smile slowly appearing on his face from what he was reading, "Got it."
Spike breathed out a sigh of relief, his eyes fixed firmly on Faith's throat, fighting back the urge to moan, his hands dropping from her arms as she began to rotate her hips and grind herself against him. Spike breathed in sharply, moving his hands to her waist, intending to lift her off but ending up gripping her waist instead as he spoke breathlessly, "About bloody time!" Faith moaned low, pressing her fingertips into his chest as she began to move herself more firmly against him. Angel trying to read the information as quick as he could, didn't even need to look up, their scents combined were flowing through his system rapidly, and telling his body exactly what the pair were feeling. Spike tore his gaze away from Faith's throat, lifting his head up off the ground he looked at Angel, "Well? What does it say?" Angel furrowed his brow in concentration, finger trailing its way down the page as he read rapidly, "Oh…." Spike raised his eyebrows, gripping Faith's waist firmly, "Come on! She's bloody killing me here!" Angel sighed as he shut the book firmly, the words already engraved in his mind, and started to make his way around the desk as he spoke blandly, "The only cure for the affected party is when climax is reached." Spike groaned inwardly, shifting his gaze to Faith, who had stopped grinding herself against him, much to his relief, and he watched her slowly bend down towards him. The deep meaning of Angel's words hit home and he began to sit up, his body going into slight panic as he started to push her away, "Angel. Get her the hell off of me!"
Meanwhile Angel had reached the pair, bent down and had wrapped his arms firmly around Faith's waist. Her concentration didn't even waver as she felt Angel's arms around her, bringing her own arms up and taking hold of Spike's head firmly in her hands. She closed the small gap between them, pressed her lips hard against his and when he opened his mouth in surprise she breathed out deeply into his mouth, smiling against his lips. Her eyes still on his, she watched as his own eyes slipped closed, his hands dropping from her sides and as Angel lifted her up and off of Spike their mouths parted and she watched a few wisps of pink tinged breath escape from between his lips. Faith smiled satisfyingly, put her feet on the floor as Angel stood up and placed her hands firmly over his. Spike's eyes popped open less than a second later, his eyes gleaming the darkest and deepest blue she had ever seen, growled deep in his chest as he stood up, stepped forwards and pressed himself fully against Faith as he looked down into her eyes. Faith shivered in Angel's arms just as Angel shifted his gaze, pressing himself against her back as he moved his hands to her waist, holding her firmly against him. Spike's chest heaved as he breathed in and out unnecessarily, bringing his arms up and placing his hands just above Angel's. Faith brought one hand up and wrapped it around the back of Angel's neck as she breathed in sharply, bringing her other hand up at the same time and placing it at the back of Spike's head, and then pressed firmly until his lips were an inch away from her own.
She tilted her head to the side as Angel started to kiss across her shoulder towards her neck, and her eyes slipped closed as her heart rate began to beat wildly in her chest and in her ears. Spike's eyes wavered rapidly, before shifting his gaze and watching Angel as he started to kiss the bottom of her neck. Raising his eyebrows with a slight smile on his lips he spoke slowly as he remembered something that happened centuries ago, "Déjà vu?" Of course the question was posed at Angel, but a breathless "Hmm?" was heard from Faith as the other vampire smiled, remembering the same event as Spike. Angel looked up, resting his chin on Faith's shoulder as Spike's eyes unfocused, memories clearly on replay in his head as he trailed his hands slowly up Faith's sides. "She had been so eager," and Angel pressed his fingertips hard into Faith's waist, causing her to gasp as a small pang of pleasure shot through her system. "Damn right she had. Wanted us both she did, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Lasted bleedin' hours too," and Spike ran his hands back down Faith's sides as Angel answered him, "All night and into the wee early hours." Angel moved one of his hands from her waist as Faith whispered, "Take. Want. Have," almost breathlessly, her chest heaving as Angel mirrored movements centuries old, running his hand up her arm and then his fingers gently across her shoulder. Spike bowed his head down, bending his knees slightly, suddenly in the past, back when he was William and Angel was Angelus, his lips descending towards Faith's cleavage as the two vampires slipped their game faces on simultaneously.
Faith rotated her hips, her arousal running rampant throughout her body, and then shivered hard as both vampires growled deep in unison against her flesh. As both sets of fangs sunk themselves into her she breathed in sharply, digging her fingernails hard into the back of Angel's neck, her other hand slipping from Spike's head and also giving the back of his neck the same treatment.