Unrequited No Longer

Faith could hardly believe what she was seeing as Spike bodily threw Buffy out of his crypt. Oh the look on Buffy's face had been priceless! Those blasted doe-eyes of hers had been alight with pain, and Faith could feel a smirk spread over her face. Spike closed the door and turned to face her; the sight of his burning eyes took Faith's breath away. Spike let out a low, deep, rumbling growl and Faith ran at him, only for him to effortlessly step-side her and grasp her forearms in a vice-like grip, while smashing his lips over her own as he slammed her into his crypt wall.

Faith pulled away, gasping and shuddering for breath. Spike's eyes were smoldering with lust so brightly they were practically glowing.

"How long you been dreaming of this Faith? Hm? Dreamin' of me touching you..."

Spike began to kiss up her neck, his icy breath causing Faith to shiver.

"Kissing you... How long Baby?"

Faith struggled weakly against his constraining hands, which had hers pinned high over her head, desperate to reciprocate.

"Tell me Faith..."

Spike lifted his head, and his eyes met her own, she could see the curiosity in them.

"Since the first time we met." Faith's voice hitched at the end and Spike released one of her hands as he slowly trailed a finger down the side of her face.

"You've waited so long for me...fought for me. No one's fought for me"

"Yeah…know how that feels"

Spike released her other hand, and staring into her deep brown eyes, began to pull at her top.

"Been so lost…"

Spike murmured to her, Faith's eyes softened and she brought a hand to his face.

"We can be lost together now."

Spike tilted his face against her steady palm and pressed a kiss into its middle.

*****

Buffy could feel still feel Spike's angry touch burning her arms, yet the image of Spike's desperate face, his inner struggle to defeat whatever spell Faith had him under, was branded into her mind. He may be well under but she wasn't going to give on him. She slowly closed her front door behind her and wearily began to ascend her stairs until she saw Willow at the very top of the staircase. Suddenly everything seemed to move in fast forward and she was scrambling up to the top.

"Willow! Willow I need your help!"

Willow scanned Buffy's pale, frantic face and knew instantly this would have something to do with Spike.

"What happened to him Buffy?"

Buffy's eyes filled with fresh tears, and wordlessly, she pulled up her sleeves, revealing her bruised upper arms. Willow's eyes met Buffy's; she began to shake her head.

"No, no, no he wouldn't!"

"No he wouldn't – unless he didn't have a choice"

Willow frowned at her.

"He's under a spell Will, Faith's got him under a spell"

Willow's look of confusion became more pronounced.

"Faith? What would she want with Spike?"

"I don't know! Because we were together? Isn't exactly new for her"

Buffy muttered darkly thinking of how she had attempted to steal Angel's soul away, but Willow was looking at her unconvinced.

"It has to be more than that, last we heard she was ... She must be in league with The First! How else did she get out of the rehabilitation center?"

Buffy frowned, Spike's position on that at least had remained unchanged.

"Spike's still fighting with us against The First; he said he wanted to kill it."

Willow gave Buffy a sad smile

"Buffy... Are you sure Spike's under a spell?"

*****

Faith could barely believe this was happening, her hand trailed down from its resting place on his collar bone, to the smooth, cold skin of his arm. She cried out as Spike thrust deeply into her, and she tightly clenched her muscles around him. He was giving it to her harder and rougher than any mortal man had been able, Faith didn't ever want him to stop. She threw back her head and moaned, looking straight into his fevered blue eyes. Spike grunted and pressed his forehead down over hers, as he pulled back and brutally slammed into her again. Faith screamed, her nails gouged the skin of his back, and she soon felt wetness in the marks underneath her fingertips.

"Bite me. Christ please. Bite me Spike!"

Spike sneered and captured her lips in a crushing kiss, before pulling back and whispering.

"Always luv..."

Spike face morphed, and a spilt-second later, pulling back whilst positioning his fangs, he slammed into her at the same instant his fangs broke her skin. Faith howled in absolute rapture as her climax came harder than she could ever remember.

****

"He loves me! Not Faith, me! Now maybe I've totally screwed everything up and it's too late for me and him, but he needs me! Will, he was asking for my help I know he was!"

Willow bore a look of resignation, not entirely convinced of the truth but, willing to help nevertheless, she began to descend.

"I'll need details, everything you remember, and she could have used a number of different love spells and enchantments"

Buffy was silent as she tried to picture Faith in her mind. She had been so caught up in seeing Spike kissing another girl she had scarcely paid Faith any attention. Slowly, Faith's smug face came into view, Buffy frowned hard in concentration, something was nagging at her, there had been something different about her, she could remember half-noting it to herself...

"A gem! Faith, she was wearing this big red gem thingy. That's got to be it!"

Willow got her coat, her movements radiating urgency.

"I think I know what she's done"

****

Spike trailed a finger down Faith's long pale back. His body was humming with its new acquirement of Slayer blood and he felt like a huge burden had been lifted from him. But something nagged at him, something felt wrong but he just couldn't focus enough on it to figure out what it was...

"What is it Spike?"

A sleepy voice muttered. Spike moved his eyes from her back to her sleepy face.

"Nothing, go back to sleep pet."

Faith smiled at him, her eyes teasing, "Maybe I don't wanna sleep."

Spike grinned in response, and he reached a hand out towards her face, Faith gave it a second glance, before relaxing, and Spike caressed her cheek.

"You never should have been sent there."

Faith frowned slightly, but she was too tired to pull it off properly, Spike found the resulting moody pout adorable.

"Where?"

Spike give her a knowing look, his eyes piercing.

"You know where."

Faith's face darkened, and she averted her eyes.

"I was dangerous... Still am."

Spike shook his head.

"No... No you need help, support-"

"I don't do that hugging, touchy crap, I'm on my own, always have been, figured I always would be."

Spike took one of her hands and interlinked their fingers; he drew their joined hands up to her face.

"You're never going to be alone again; I'm never going to leave you"

Faith felt a lump get stuck in her throat, it made her eyes water, but she fought them down.

"You promise?"

Spike smiled at her softly.

"Forever luv"

He drawled, and softly he pulled her in for a kiss, feeling her cold stone pressed against his chest.

*****

A mini mountain of books lay beside Buffy, as she fought every instinct not to slump to the floor and groan – or was that fall into a heap and sleep?

"What about this Buffy, is that what Faith was wearing?"

Buffy rose her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes before taking a good look at the picture Willow presented to her, as soon as she looked at it her fatigue was forgotten in an instant.

"Yes, yes that's exactly what she was wearing!"

Willow looked far less positive.

"It would be wouldn't it?"

She muttered to herself as Buffy turned to her, her face full of fear.

"There's no antidote Buffy, no potion we can give him or chuck over him, no spell! Buffy there's only one way the spell back be broken..."

Willow handed Buffy a small dagger, on its handles were the same gems that hung from Faith's neck.

"Willow?"

"You have to kill Faith."

*****

"Luv, Buffy does the patrol every night, think I can give you a great alternative…"

Faith laughed, and pulled Spike into a burning kiss, before slowly, pulling away.

"Yeah, figures B will be on patrol but I'm Chosen too ya know! She ain't any better than me."

Spike smirked, sucking his cheeks in.

"Yeah you're a real bad ass"

"Better believe it"

She reached for her bra, but Spike was faster, and he grasped it first. Faith stood there in nothing but her pants, with her hands on her hips looking at Spike expectantly.

"Give it back Spike"

Spike flipped off the bed, grinning boyishly at her, he shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were light with mirth.

"You say your the Slayer, all 'Chosen' – you want it? Better come and get it!"

Faith shook her head at him for a moment, before almost growling as she leapt over the bed at him.

****

Buffy could feel herself buzzing; her entire body taunt with tension. She could have avoided all of this, she should have stuck by Spike that night. She had been foolish not to expect Xander and Giles to show well-meaning concern; they were like brother and father to her after all. She should have shown them the man behind the vampire, the man she had come to know within the master vampire. The night was strangely quiet, as if the vampires of Sunnydale somehow knew of the momentous confrontation that would take place tonight and were thus respectfully allowing for it to happen uninterrupted, hoping dearly the two Slayers managed to finish each other off.

As Buffy moved closer she could hear Faith's toxic laughter, but the sound that joined it made her feel like she had been hit hard in the gut; Spike was laughing, truly laughing! It wasn't tainted by a bitter pain that would creep into the edges of his laughs, he wasn't crying in agony and despair, he wasn't full of corrosive self-hatred – He was happy.

"It's a spell, it's not real"

Buffy muttered to herself until it felt like a mantra With grim determination, deciding that if the shoe was on the other foot, if Spike claimed to love like he did she would expect him do everything he could to release her from the spell, she kicked the crypt door open.

The pair that had been fooling around on the bed immediately leapt apart and onto their feet. Buffy saw with intense relief that they were both fully dressed.

"You're not welcome here Slayer."

Buffy drew her lips into a thin line.

"You know don't want you're saying, Faith's worked some mojo on you but I know how to undo it... And I'm not leaving till it's done."

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