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Spoilers: Enemies (and possibly 5x5).
Author's Notes: Did you know that there was about twenty minutes cut from that ep? Well, in my mind there was and it went a little something like this ;) f/f, bondage fun, and possibly semi-non-consensual (Even I can't tell if B really wants this or not!!). So don't flame me - you have been warned. Also most of it was written on a train, so if the episode dialogue isn't quite right or is out of order then please forgive me.
Dedicated: To all my girls who like a little bondage fun!! (And Cadbury's flake).
Feedback: It is always very much appreciated, believe me!!!
"Faith and Angel? Together?"
"Imagine the possibilities."
The last thing she could remember was Angel hitting her. A little harder than they had planned, he had actually managed to knock her out. Strange how he was always so much stronger once he had his game face on. Now she could feel him tugging at her wrists, and even though the tenderness didn't show in his face when she opened her eyes, she could feel it in the touch of his hands behind her back. Still, she was so going to kick his ass for hitting her so hard later. But for now she was chained to the wall, or at least appeared to be. Buffy glanced across to see Faith sitting watching with a smug look on her face.
"Morning, sleepyhead. You know what I just can't believe? All of our time together and we never tried chains. Well, can't dwell on the past, especially with the future we have ahead." She had to give him credit, the lack of emotion in his voice sent a chill through her, and she couldn't help but to think back to the last time he changed.
"Bondage looks good on you, B," chipped in Faith. "The outfit's all wrong, but, hey!"
"You don't know what you're doing." Buffy didn't have to work hard to put the fear in her voice despite the fact that she knew that they were playing a game with her. Having Angel go all Angelus on her though certainly was enough to make her have doubts. The chains felt loose enough, but he and Faith had been alone for a while before they had come for her. What if he and Faith had...? What if she had given him that moment? Buffy found her stomach was churning at the thought that it might be possible, and he had hit her really hard after all. Maybe that was what was going on.
"Really? Weird, because something about all this just feels so right. Maybe it's one of those unhappy childhood things. See, when I was a kid I used to beg my mom for a dog. Didn't matter what kind. I just wanted, you know, something to love." All Buffy could do was watch as Faith walked over to Angel and kissed him hungrily. And Angel certainly didn't appear to be having any problems responding. She looked away until Faith turned back to her. "A dog's all I wanted. Well, that and toys." Buffy couldn't help but gasp in horror as Faith lifted a blanket that was covering about twenty torture instruments. Guess Angel really was the vampire equivalent of the Marquis de Sade. Faith continued, "But mom was so busy, you know, enjoying the drinking and passing out parts of life, that I never really got what I wanted, until now."
"And you think you've got what you want now?"
"Um, maybe you didn't notice. Angel's with me."
"And how did you get him, Faith? Magic? Cast some sort of spell? Cause in the real world, Angel would never touch you and we both know it."
"Angel, go outside. I think me and B need to spend some quality time together." Faith's voice was firm, and Angel knew there was no way he could argue without blowing his cover. It wasn't meant to go like this. Even though Buffy's hands could easily slip through the cuffs that were behind her back, he still didn't like the idea of leaving her alone with Faith while she was in such a volatile state. The girl was seriously going off the rails and fast. He left the mansion and stood in the darkness, ears straining for any sound that came from inside. He could hear none.
"I'm with Angel, but you don't get it do you B? I never wanted Angel. All I ever wanted was you. But you were too busy being all holier than thou Buffy to even notice me. So I figure, if I can't have you, then nobody will. Angel's little escape clause with whole soul thing just made it easier for me to take him away from you that's all. And hey - I finally got you to notice me. Throw in a little bondage fun and it's perfect." Buffy gulped as she realised that all those come-ons hadn't been a joke after all. The 'hungry and horny's, the intimate questions about sex on dark quiet night patrolling, they had all been designed to bring her mind around to one thing and one thing alone. Faith.
Faith plunged the scalpel into the wall millimetres from Buffy's head. She felt it whip passed her ear, and took a sharp intake of breath. She wished that she could just pull her hands free now and fight Faith, fight all of this before it got out of control, but they had set this up because they so desperately needed some information against the mayor. If she gave in now then they would be back to square one, they would have blown their last chance with Faith and it would have been all for nothing. She would have had to stand there and watch Angel shove his tongue down *her* throat for no good reason. It was too much of a price to pay for a moments panic. No, if she could ride this out then the whole thing would eventually come back round to the plan, she was sure of it. She just needed to stay calm and somehow get Faith to call Angel back in the room. Not for the first time, she was concerned about what Faith might do to her. For someone who made such a big thing about never getting what she wanted she sure liked to have her own way. Buffy gulped again. Did that mean that she would want to have her own way with her?
Faith leaned into her, pressing the full length of one body against the other, but never letting go of the scalpel. "So, I've been thinking, all this time I've been dancing to the Buffy tune and never getting anywhere, and now I have you just where I want you. So what am I going to do, I ask myself. And I have a wide selection of toys to play with." She used her hips to push herself off Buffy, pulling the knife out of the wall with her as she moved away. "Do you know much about torture Buffy? Let me give you a quick lesson." Buffy watched as she walked around the room fondling the blade in her hand. "Let's start with the basics. Torture groups for beginners. Listen up B, coz you never know when information like this will come in handy. Though, seeing as you probably only have a few hours left to live you won't get to make the most of it. Ah, well. There are five basic torture groups. Blunt, my favourite as an opener. I like to break people in gently. Sharp, which I guess is where Angel'll take over from me for a while. He seems to be more into the pointy than me. Hot, now that's fun to keep up the pace with, and is of course followed by its opposite, cold. Bit like you and me huh B?" She paused lost in thought as if she was imagining all of this happening to Buffy already. "And for a grand finale you have to finish of with loud, a nice little touch so that you drive them mad right at the end. Why only torture the body when you have the mind as well. Me, I don't like to limit myself."
As she turned round, Buffy could see from the look in Faith's eyes that she was turned on. Just talking about it was having the same effect on her that a good slay did. That was just Faith through and through. The adrenaline, the aggression was what going, what did it for her. No wonder that Angel had got so close to bringing her back from the brink the last time. The worst of the worst was just what Faith could relate to. Faith smiled that crooked smile that only she could do, the smile that said she had something on her mind that was definitely sexual, as she sauntered back over to where Buffy was tied.
"So do you want me to torture you now, B? Or should I wait for Angel to come back in? I'm sure he'd get off on watching."
"Quit playing games Faith. You'll do whatever the hell you want to do anyway, so why even bother asking me?"
"You don't get it do you B? It's all part of the fun. But you're right. I will do what I want to do, so I guess I had better just decided exactly what that is. I bet you hate me now don't you B?"
"I don't care enough about you to hate you."
"Is that a fact?" smiled Faith, marching up to her again, leaning in only inches from Buffy's face. "You see, I think you *do* hate me, so I think I *will* torture you. In the way that will hurt you the most. And of course, the way that I will get the most pleasure out of." Faith was looking her up and down all the time she was talking, her palms spread flat against the wall either side of Buffy's head. She flicked her head slightly. "Before we get started, I just want you to know, if you're a screamer, feel free."
She smiled cruelly as she snapped her hands together, Buffy's head between them, so she could not move, as she lowered her mouth and pushed it hard against the blonde's for a few seconds. "Hmm, guess it was too much to expect you to kiss me back," laughed Faith as she looked at Buffy's shocked expression. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it a little."
"Faith, please don't do this to me." Buffy's voice shifted from fear to desperation.
"Begging. I like that in a prisoner." Faith revelled in the power she finally had over Buffy. "So, if you're not enjoying it, then I guess, it's my fault. We just need to warm you up a little." Faith said as she grabbed the hem of Buffy's top, and pulled it up, exposing her breasts. "No bra. Aren't we the little slut? And I thought that I was the only one." Faith reached out with both hands and laughed as she felt Buffy shrink away from her, pressing herself back against the wall as hard as she could. Eventually she could move back no further and Faith moved in, almost seductively thought Buffy, and cupped a breast in each hand, gently rubbing the nipples with the pad of her thumb. Buffy cursed herself as she felt them begin to harden against Faith's touch, gently teasing her body into life. "Surprised huh B? Did you really think that after wanting you for this long I was going to rush. Oh no. Me and you are going to savour this moment. You might as well enjoy it. I mean, there are worse ways to go," Faith finished as she nuzzled into the hollow of Buffy's neck, grazing her teeth along the tender flesh and feeling it bump under her lips. "You like that B?" Faith whispered into her ear, before pulling away and looking down the body in front of her, watching the effect of her own hands as she rolled the now completely erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger, feeling herself become more aroused. She looked up at Buffy and laughed when she saw that she was biting on her bottom lip.
"Torture, huh?" muttered Faith as she could hold back no longer and slid her arms around Buffy's waist, and pulled her up to meet the decent of her mouth. Buffy gasped as she felt the lips attach to her right breast sucking hard on her nipple that was so aroused from receiving this much attention it was beginning to hurt. This had to stop. This wasn't part of the plan. She didn't want this to be happening. But they still hadn't found out anything about the mayor. It was her destiny to save the world. She must try to hold on for a little while longer. She gasped and fought with her desire to slip her arms out of the chains and around Faith's neck as she felt Faith's hands slip down to cup her ass, pulling their hips together as she began the final assault on her breast, taking the nipple in-between her teeth and holding it firm as she rubbed the tip of her tongue roughly over it, feeling Buffy's body arch up involuntarily in her arms.
Kissing her way down the flat stomach in front of her, Faith dropped to her knees, hands fiddling with the button and zipper in front of her, noticing that Buffy's breath had become as ragged as her own. Placing her hands on the waistband in front of her, she looked Buffy in the eyes as she slid her hands downwards, taking the material of Buffy's jeans with her. She was surprised when Buffy did not cry, scream, or even look away. It was almost like there was still a challenge in those eyes. A look that said to Faith that even this way she would not beat her. Faith couldn't know what effect it was supposed to have on her, but it just made her more determined to try. She looked back down to the tanned softness of her exposed thighs and the black silk panties that she was wearing. She so desperately wanted to kiss those legs, taut from the years of training and fighting. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband she slid them slowly, tortuously, down Buffy's legs.
"Tell me now you don't get off on this," she said in a low growl.
"You had to tie me up to fuck me. There's a word for people like you, Faith. Loser."
"Yeah, we'll see about that B," said Faith angrily, standing up quickly, dragging her hand up the inside of Buffy's thigh, and running her forefinger along Buffy's slit. "You feel pretty wet for a girl who's not enjoying it." She said through clenched teeth as she lightly ran her finger over Buffy's clit and felt her shudder involuntarily under her touch. "So how long's it been Buffy? Did you and Scott get this far?"
"You didn't did you? So the last person who touched you like this was Angel before he turned into a badass again. The last person to do *this* to you," she whispered in her ear, leaning into her body, stroking softly the moist folds between Buffy's thighs. The touch was feather-light, teasing, designed to arouse. Faith could feel herself getting wetter, more turned on just touching Buffy like that. She felt so soft, so warm.
"Please Faith. It doesn't have to be this way."
"I think it has to be exactly this way B." She brought her other hand up to cup Buffy's face. "We're going to do things my way for a change. I'm the one in control this time B." Faith could feel that Buffy was responding to her touch, whether she wanted to or not, she could feel the slickness of arousal underneath her fingertips. "God, B. You have no idea how long I have wanted to make you suffer like this." The words came out cut with a double edge which for once Faith had not intended to be there. Leaning down slightly she slid her hands further between Buffy's legs, the width of her palm gently forcing them a little wider, as she slid a finger into her, just the one at first, but was still slightly surprised at how tight she was. This was the moment when she could hurt her, could really make her scream. Instead she just moved her finger slowly in and out, waiting for the muscles to get used to the feel of her being there.
"Faith, I can't..."
"You're not used to this are you?" Faith asked leaning in and gently grabbing Buffy's lower lip between her teeth, feeling the hard nipples push at the material of her top where they were met with her own. Faith pushed another finger inside, using her thumb to graze gently over Buffy's clit, curling her fingers slightly so Buffy could feel the tips of them gently stroking inside her, and Faith was not surprised when she felt her hips buck underneath her touch. "I told you I would make you scream B," growled Faith as she slipped her own thigh forward until it was touching the back of her hand, and began rocking her hips gently back and forth.
"Faith, I don't want..."
"Shhh, Buffy. Savour the moment." Faith half-groaned as she felt her body move faster back and forth, out of her control now, lust flowing through her veins and making her light-headed as the movement of her body and hands became more frantic, and the movement caused Buffy's body to thrust in rhythm with her own. Just the pressure of Buffy's thigh between her legs was causing an unbearable tension to build within her, and she knew that she had not felt this good in a long time. Her hands knew what to do, where to touch and she knew that she was going to come. She could feel Buffy's breath on the side of her neck and the blood rising in her ears muffled out Buffy's pleas for her to stop. The pad of her thumb kept circling, pressing just a little harder every time, until she could feel the first small spasm clutch at her fingers. If she could just keep going, just a little further until she took them both over the brink. And then she felt it begin to happen, Buffy's breath clutching in her chest, almost unable to take any more. Faith lifted her head and covered Buffy's mouth with her own, her tongue muffling the loud groan that was about to escape from between those lips.
As Faith slid Buffy's zipper back into place, she quickly kissed her roughly on the lips, whispering, "That was great lover. Something to remember you by." She tapped Buffy lightly between the legs as she looked over her shoulder to the door and shouted. "Angel, you can come in now. Me and B's little heart to heart is over."
Angel came back in, and quickly scanned his eyes over Buffy's body to make sure that she wasn't hurt.
"What, no bruises Faith?"
"Like I say, we had a few other matters to clear up. Now as for the brutal maiming and torturing, I'll leave that up to you. I want to watch."
"Faith, listen to me very closely. Angel's a killer. When he's done with me, he'll turn on you." Somehow Buffy was managing to breathe. She had to think. They had to get the information. They had to otherwise....
"She's right. I probably will." Said Angel with a smile that completely covered his confusion. He could sense that something was so very wrong, but didn't know quite what.
"Yeah? Huh. Guess we'll just have to keep you around for a while then." Faith gave Buffy a look that pierced right through to her heart.
"Why, Faith? What's in it for you?" Stupid question. Why did she ask that, a search for some kind of justification?
"What isn't? You know, I come to Sunnydale. I'm the Slayer. I do my job kicking ass better than anyone. What do I hear about everywhere I go? Buffy. So I slay, I behave, I do the good little girl routine. And who's everybody thank? Buffy."
"It's not my fault."
"Everybody always asks, why can't you be more like Buffy? But did anyone ever ask if you could be more like me?"
"I know I didn't." Faith laughed to herself as Buffy silently cursed Angel as he unwittingly added insult to injury.
"You get the Watcher. You get the mom. You get the little Scooby gang. What do I get? Jack squat. This is supposed to be my town!"
"Faith, listen to me!"
"Why? So you can impart some special Buffy wisdom, that it? Do you think you're better than me? Do you? Say it, you think you're better than me."
"I am. Always have been." Out of nowhere, the palm that had been touching her so gently moments earlier slammed across her face.
"Uh huh. You're just trying to make me mad so I'll kill you. I'm too smart for that. Stick around."
"For what? Your boss' lame Ascenscion. Like I couldn't stop it."
"Keep dreaming. No one can stop the Ascenscion. Mayor's got it wired, B. He built this town for demons to feed on and come graduation day, he's getting paid. And I'll be sitting at his right hand. Assuming he has hands after the transformation. I'm not too clear on that part. And all your little lame ass friends are going to be kibbles'n'bits. Think about that when your boyfriends cutting into you."
"I never knew you had so much rage in you. Never knew that you could..."
"What can I say? I'm the world's best actor."
"Second best." Faith turned to Angel, spinning on her heel. Buffy could see the confusion in her eyes. This was the time for her to come clean. This was the moment which would almost make it all worth it.
"Graduation day. You think we missed anything?"
"I think we know everything she knows." Angel raised an eyebrow in triumph.
"May I say something?" Buffy pulled her hands free from the chains easily. "Psych!"
"You played me. You played me!"
"In more ways than one Faith." Said Buffy as everyone burst through the door. Shit where had they come from? Buffy watched as Faith threw Angel into them, and she ran after Faith, throwing blows at each other punch for punch, mirroring all the training they had done together. Buffy dropped to the floor and picked up one of the knives that Faith had lined up on her torture table, bringing it up just in time to hold against Faith's neck as the other Slayer dropped downwards. Buffy felt the edge of cold steel against her own neck. Checkmate.
"What are you gonna do, B, kill me? You become me. You're not ready for that." There was a long ominous pause. "Yet. By the way, you were great." Faith knocked Buffy's arm to the side, grabbed her neck and kissed her on the forehead. Then all Buffy could do was watch as Faith ran away.
"How you doing?" There was concern in Angel's voice.
"Not hard to believe. You were a real soldier last night, Buffy."
"That's me. One of the troops."
"I know how hard it was for you."
"I really doubt that."
"Is there anything I can do to make it better?"
"Look, I know you only did what I asked. And we, we got what we wanted."
"I never wanted it to go that far."
"You and me both. It's not even a question of that. It's just, after ... I need a little bit of a break. Please." She turned and walked away.
"You still my girl?"