Faith Ficlets
Rated TEEN
I:
“What’s wrong?” Xander asked as he ushered a nearly crying Willow into the living room.
“It’s not that I’m being all jealous girl here, although I might be a little jealous, but that’s a normal reaction when new people get added into a group. So maybe I am jealous, but that doesn't mean that I don't have a valid point too," she wailed, and Xander wondered whether he had babbled that much before he had Spike to look at him with that one raised eyebrow that told him he needed to shut up.
“Um, what?” Xander asked, totally confused now.
“It's Faith. You aren’t in school; you don’t see what’s going on.”
“Faith isn’t in school either, last I checked she was big into the mocking of school and going-to-school type people." Xander pointed out, no less confused now than before.
“That’s just it, she comes to school more than most people who are actually coming to school only she and Buffy have this whole 'slayers versus the world' club going now.” Willow threw herself down onto the couch dramatically, and looked at Xander with wide injured eyes.
“Willow, what happened?”
“Xander, I’m really worried about Buffy. Faith showed up, and then Buffy goes and skips class, and on a test day too.”
“Bloody hell, now that’s an emergency if I’ve ever heard one. Next thing ya know she’ll be smokin’ cigarettes and listenin’ to that new fangled rock and roll,” Spike added as he stomped down the stairs. Great. Stomping... which meant boots... which meant their morning was shot to hell.
“I’m serious,” Willow insisted unhappily, and Xander sat on the couch next to her, slipping a hand over hers as Spike rolled his eyes dramatically.
“I’m sure Spike didn’t mean anything,” Xander said as he shot Spike his most evil look, which was more Dr. Evil than actual evil evil, but at least Spike leaned back against the wall without more than an eyeroll.
"I’m really worried about her,” Willow nearly wailed.
“When she starts sneakin’ out of the house with the Beav, you be sure to let us know," Spike commented dryly.
“You…you’re just…just annoying.” Willow finally spit out.
“My unlife is over,” Spike complained dramatically as he looked up at the ceiling. “I’ve been demoted from emissary of hell to annoyin’.”
“That’s okay, I still think you’re evil,” Xander said, which earned a smile from Spike and one horrified expression from Willow.
“Xander! That’s not nice," she insisted, and Xander mentally compared the idea of nice and Spike, and he had to say they really didn't belong together. He was about to point that out when Spike beat him to the punch line.
“That’s the point luv, world isn’t nice, I’m not nice, and I’m wonderin’ why I had to give up the chains and the bed just to come down and listen to this.” And that was definitely not the punchline he'd been thinking about.
“Spike!” Xander and Willow both shouted at once.
“I didn’t…you didn’t…he isn’t being serious is he?” Willow turned her big innocent eyes to him, and Xander froze. Deer in the headlights froze. Parents walking in on a third-base grope session froze. Utterly, utterly guiltily froze. Willow’s skin slowly turned a color that rivaled her hair.
“You didn’t…” Xander started.
“She bloody well did,” Spike quickly countered.
“We’d already put the chains away,” Xander finished lamely, and by that time Willow had achieved a sort of full verbal meltdown with individual consonants and vowels emerging from her at random intervals as she stood up. Xander thought he recognized the words “see” and “later” come out of her before she turned and fled out the front door. Xander looked over to find Spike had a satisfied grin. If he couldn't kill the Slayer and her minions, the vamp was determined to embarrass them to death.
II:
"Right, so you spill about what bug crawled up your arse and died and then I can get back to shaggin' the boy," Spike said as he walked up to the slayer in the graveyard. The trees swayed slightly in the breeze, and Faith turned around, one hand on a hip in a gesture that was either sexual or aggressive. With Faith there didn't seem to be much of a difference, which really made Xander feel more than a little creepy, but he stood his ground. The more he understood Spike, the more he realized that he had to stand his ground or it made Spike look slightly on the wussy side for following him. And he wasn't even going to point out that following him really wasn't always the best idea in the world.
"Whoa there, bleach boy," Faith finally said after looking both him and Spike up and down in an exaggerated leer. "You may get to talk that way to your boy toy, but you sure aren't going to go talking to me like that." She smiled nastily. "Then again, you don't seem to be top dog in your house so maybe you don't get to talk to him like that." Faith turned her back on Spike, and Xander flinched as he prepared for the imminent breakage of headstones, and he suddenly wondered who had to fix all the broken headstones. Someone was making a killing on epoxy around this town. Instead of going into a killing rage, Spike started laughing.
"Oi, you sorry little shit. That's it, innit?"
"What? Nothing's it," Faith snapped back just a little too fast as she spun back around, her legs braced in position for battle.
"Not top dog anymore, are ya? Can't beat the skinny little bint, so you figure to pull her down a bit."
"Listen, B and I are five by five, so don't start meddling," Faith warned.
"Bloody hell, it's not like I care if you two kill each other. Wait, I do care. Wouldn't mind seein' two slayers lay into each other, and havin' both of your annoyin' selves outta my unlife would be a bloody bonus. But you're right I'm not top dog around here and neither are you. Fact is I seem to remember putting you in your place right under me, so you can just join the rest of us sods who get stuck waiting around for Her Highness and Mr. Broody to pull their heads out their arses and actually say something worth listenin' to."
"I…" Faith seemed to be at a complete loss for words, which had never actually happened before as far as Xander could remember. "You…" She closed her mouth again. "I am not under you," she finally finished. Xander waited for the explosion.
Three broken headstones, a near staking, multiple bruises, one broken bone, a bit of blood loss, and a possible concussion later, Xander finally helped Spike back to the house.
"Did you have to throw her into that tree?" Xander asked.
"She bloody kicked me in the family jewels. That woman has no soddin' respect for anything," Spike paused, and Xander waited for the punch line he knew was coming. "Knew I liked somethin' about that one."
"Please just tell me that you two are done now," Xander begged. Of course he couldn't help worring that a whole lot of people were going to be done if Angel and Buffy spotted the vampire hicky on Faith's neck. Well, he'd cross that bridge when he fell in that river.
"I figure this time she'll remember she part of the family, right under us, pet." Spike hissed as Xander helped him over the threshold. "Bloody wrong claimin' a slayer into the bloodline."
"Oh please, the Aurelius line is down to a souled vampire, a crazy vampire, you, and a bunch of minions," Xander pointed out.
"You make that sound like a bad thing." Xander just shook his head as he helped Spike up the stairs.
"Crazy vampire of mine," Xander whispered. Spike turned and gave him a wicked leer. "Oh no... you are showering by yourself until you stop bleeding," Xander nearly squeaked as a talented hand slid inside his pants, forcing him to fight off a horny vampire.
"Bloody hell. It's a waste of good blood washin' it off like that," Spike insisted as he continued to molest Xander. While a little voice in Xander's head told him that it was a bad idea, Xander allowed his lover to pull him into their bathroom. After all, when ya dated a vampire, why get squicked over a little blood?
III:
"Are you sure about this?" Faith asked uncertainly.
"Oi, spent a quarter century annoyin' the git, so I bloody well know how to do it." Spike looked up toward the balcony where the door to the sewers lurked behind bookcases, and only on a hellmouth would someone connected a library to a sewer, Xander mused as he stared at the books and tried to ignore the big stupid thing going on in the middle of the room. At least Giles was off safely getting bored to death by Snyder.
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Xander complained as he retreated from the scene of the soon to be crime and stuck his head out the library doors to make sure no one was coming.
"I can soddin' hear anyone comin' so you're safe as houses. Just get your arse over here," Spike insisted.
"Why do I let you talk me into this stuff?" he practically whined. "And I'm not doing it if Faith is here. Make her go into Giles' office or something.
"Come on, let a girl have some fun." Faith whined with a roll of her body that made Xander look away because she had way too much of that bad-seed sexy going on for Xander to feel safe. Oh yeah, hanging out with the vamp had definitely damaged his psyche because he should not be finding this hot.
"Your fun is going to be the expression on Deadboy's face." Xander snapped as he ignored Faith with her leer matching Spike's, but Spike's naked body spread face down over the library table and covered only with a large beach towel make his leer a little more effective.
"Go on then," Spike said, and Faith retreated with a snort even though Spike could hardly enforce his orders with his arms tied to the far legs of the table. "And you get over here before I die of bloody boredom." Xander looked around and Faith had retreated to the office where she would have a perfect view of Angel's face as he came to the balcony without having a view of Spike and Xander's teasing. Xander had been very, very specific on that point. He'd even made Spike drag the table four feet down so that they would have privacy for this part.
Xander's lust took time to override his embarrassment, but with the temptation of Spike's body laid out like a feast, he had managed to get into the swing of the event as he straddled Spike's back with his jeans unzipped and his cock slipping between Spike's butt cheeks and no farther despite Spike's steady stream of cursing pleas.
Xander blanketed his lover's smaller body with his own, feeling the muscles under him strain and bunch as he slowly thrust, his jeans now around his ankles as he teased Spike's hole with just he head of his cock. Xander had just sunk his teeth into Spike's exposed neck when he felt a warm hand run up his back under his shirt. He jerked upright to the sight of a half naked and clearly aroused Faith running her hands over both of them at once, Xander's back and the inside of Spike's thigh.
He opened his mouth to protest when he spotted Angel standing on the balcony, eyes yellow and mouth open and panting as he gripped the balcony wood hard enough that Xander reminded himself to check for dents later. Xander tried to roll off Spike and cover himself up. Yes, he'd known this was the plan, well obviously not the whole plan since no one had filled him in on the naked breasts part, and he was so not expecting girl breasts that weren't his in the middle of this joke. Unfortunately, he managed to roll right into Faith which put his hands on the girl parts, and he jerked back and lost his balance falling onto Spike's helpless body and eliciting a breathy curse.
Xander looked back up at the balcony and Angel was gone.
"Bloody brilliant, pet. You timed that perfect." Xander looked down to see Spike congratulating naked Faith.
"You set me up too, you bastard," Xander complained.
"No fun being on the bottom if ya can't torment the top," Spike admitted. "Besides, gotta earn my punishment, don't I?" Xander sputtered as Faith slipped on her shirt and laughed.
"You boys have fun."
Next: Drusilla's Gift