Guilty, chapter 1/? (WRITTEN FOR GEEK_GIRL33)
Pairing: Spander, some Buffy/Faith (big in this chapter, promise to make it less prominent in other chapters -either that or I'll kill my muse)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: This story doesn't follow any season or timeline. It just goes out from the basic principles that Angel is good, Spike is bad and Faith is in town for general hotness.
Summary: This was written for
geek_girl33, who requested some major Angel bashing, and I added some Spander and a little Buffy/Faith to boot. Please note that I never ever write Buffy/Faith, but they sorta rolled in there and now you're stuck with it.Disclaimer: You know the drill, none of it's mine, except the plot.
Oh and seeing as it is written for you,
geek_girl33 , I'd love some feedback. There's no point continuing if you hate it. ;DSo here goes:
Angel felt the sweat dripping down his collar as the judge read the verdict. Twelve Honest Men had judged his handling of Xander. His giving of Xander to Spike, trying to get his Childe to back off from the rest of the group. From his beloved Buffy.
“… Angelus the Vampire guilty of the trade of a human being without said human’s consent. This being said, the accused is hereby sentenced to…”
“But he’s happy now and they don’t care and I… and I…” He protested weakly. Suddenly, hands grabbed him from behind as the floor opened up before him. “Here you go, my love,” Buffy whispered in his ear as he watched the Hellmouth open before him, “you get to go home, at last.”
He smelled the burning flesh below; saw the demons with their eyes shining with glee. He heard them calling his name, welcoming him to the dark and fiery abyss his lover was about to throw him into. Then the push and as he swerved, he watched her, screaming her name as he fell down deeper and deeper into the pit.
“Buffy!” He shot up in bed, his head throbbing, his throat sore. Angel took in his surroundings and, when realizing it was just a dream, let himself fall back on the bed again. Six months since his deal went wrong with Spike. Or was it right? He got so confused seeing how happy Spike seemed to be with his new-found companion. And even more strangely, how happy Xander seemed to be with his new vampiric life-style.
*****
Xander grunted as his lover slammed him into the wall, his chest scraping the cold walls of the crypt. “You wan’ it pet?” Spike purred in his ear. “You wan’ the Big Bad all over you, inside you, don’ ya pet?” Spike pulled him back by his hair, pressing his lips hard and hungry against Xander’s. Xander bit down on Spike’s bottom lip, tasting the blood on his tongue as Spike moaned into the kiss.
“Yes,” he groaned back, “I want it all!” Xander turned around and tucked at Spike’s pants, opening the buttons quickly, his hands groping inside for that steel hard cock. Cold, glistening and throbbing, it was all he wanted. He fell on his knees, pulling off the rough jeans, his mouth aching to feel it inside. Spike had to position himself against the wall, his mind overcome with the feel of his Childe’s mouth around his erection.
Spike allowed his lover to take his time, getting lost in the moment for a while as he pondered his luck. Angel thought that getting him a plaything would put him off the Slayer and her Preschool Posse, but in fact, since Xander was a part of it once, he enjoyed it more than anyone to hunt them down. And best of all, those idiots blamed his pansy of a Sire. He laughed, only to be brought back to reality by his lover licking his shaft wickedly, while eagerly rubbing his balls. He groaned, the flick of Xander’s thumb too much to bear. He grabbed the brown-haired fledgling, turning him over on hands and knees before kneeling down behind him.
*****
Angel wandered the streets aimlessly, hoping to run into Buffy somehow. But since he didn’t know where she’d be patrolling tonight, he was going blind. And even if he caught her scent ever so lightly, by the time he had reached it, she was gone.
He had almost given up when he sensed her not too far away. Something was mixed into her smell and he felt almost reluctant to find out what it was. It was moist, almost musky, like she was… Panic hit him hard. Oh dear lord. She wouldn’t! As he worked his way stealthily around the corner, he saw her -and her- and he was extremely confused. He expected her to move on quickly, as was her way, but to… To her?!
Buffy came up for air, her hands tangled in the gorgeous brown hair of her lover. She whimpered as the girl’s hands worked their way around her clit. She arched her back against the wall, moaning, greedily pushing her hips deeper onto the fingers in her cunt. “God, Faith!”, she squealed, “How could I ever want him over you?” Him, foul, bad, mean. Traitor, she added in her head. Then she blanked as the orgasm took hold of her. She kissed Faith roughly, pulling her closer so she could get some sweetness for herself. Her fingers flicked over Faith’s nipples and the girl eagerly plied to her wishes. Buffy pushed her onto some boxes, spreading her legs wide so she’d have full access to that beautiful pussy. “You smell so good,” she breathed. Faith bit her lip not to scream as Buffy’s tongue traced her clit, her hands spreading her open like… Hell, like anything, really. She threw her head back, her hands holding on to Buffy’s hair as a lifeline.
Angel didn’t stay to watch, instead turning around and retracing his steps to get home. Buffy seemed to be getting over him just fine. With Faith, of all people. Didn’t those two hate each other? He positively remembered them bickering all the time… And he really didn’t understand how on earth he could find them in that position right now, come hell or high tide. But he had found them, didn’t he and… A smack to the back of his head drew him out of his thoughts.
He reached for the back of his head as another hit got him in the gut. He caught the club on the third swing. Surprisingly, Angel stared straight in the face of kindhearted, sweet Willow. “You bastard!”, she screamed, trying desperately to pull the bat from his hands, “you took him away from me! You took him! From us!” Willow’s eyes were wide and red-rimmed. He didn’t quite get how she had found him. “Look Willow, I was trying to…” “You were trying to tear us apart! You never liked Xander one bit, because he wouldn’t let you near Buffy!” She let go of the bat, accepting she couldn’t win it back from him. “You were never one of us. Never! You tried to pretend, sure, but then you were trying to get into her panties too badly, weren’t you?” Willow blushed at that. She wasn’t that straight-forward, ever. But really, this big brute had taken Xander away from her and he would pay for it. She would see to it herself.
“No Willow, you’re getting it all wrong. I figured Spike would stay away from you if I gave him the one thing he really wanted. He needed a new companion. When Dru left him, he was so lonely…” Her fist hit him hard in the face. He gasped, grabbing his sore nose. That girl packed a mean left hook. “Damned, Willow…” She punched again, though her right hand didn’t hit half as hard. He grabbed her wrist in an attempt to calm her down. Willow wriggled in his grip, screaming “Let me go!” at the top of her lungs.
“Willow!” Oh great. “Let her go, Angel! Now!” Buffy commanded. “I’d do what she says, pretty boy,” Faith added, dangerously calm. She posted herself behind her lover. “Buffy’s pretty on edge right now, seeing as you got in the middle of a little something.” She licked Buffy’s neck slowly, keeping her eyes on him. She was like a lazy cat ready to pounce on her prey. So Angel let go, slowly, his hands held palms up in surrender. “I was just trying to explain what…” “We don’t need your explanations, Angel, it was perfectly clear what you did.” Buffy let Faith continue her ministrations, not even blinking as the girl cupped her breast.
“Look, I wanted Spike to back down. Xander seemed like the kind of thing that would make him do so. I had to make a decision to protect you all and…” Willow looked about ready to spit on him. “Thing?!”, she repeated, “Xander is a thing to you, now? Oh, that’s rich.” Angel cursed inwardly. “I didn’t mean he was a thing, I meant the action of giving him to Spike…” “Yeah, we got that the first time, Angel,” Buffy pronounced his name as if it gave her a bad taste in the mouth, “whatever it is you thought, you thought wrong. Not only have we lost a friend, we now have a new, powerful enemy.” She glared. “Oh and you. Though I would strongly advise you skip town before I let Faith live out her fantasy with you. Trust me when I say you wouldn’t like it.” Angel gulped and took a small step back at the sight of the brunette playing with what looked like a wooden stake. He held his hands high, signifying defeat. “Alright, I’ll leave. You’ll never hear from me again, I promise. Just give me a few days to…” Faith lost her temper. “Now, Soul Boy!” She missed on purpose, the stake hitting him in the shoulder. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”