Evil's Got A New Face

Wesley watched from the window of the abandoned apartment. He glanced up, seeing the clouds darken, rain beginning to fall. He wuickly returned his gaze to the scene before him.
Faith threw a roundhouse kick, her foot connecting with Angel’s face. He fell to the ground but was up in a flash, blocking her next few punches.
“I’m not going to fight you, Faith.” He growled, grabbing a hold of her arms.
She pushed him away, slipping from his grip and punched him in the jaw. “Well then, I’ll be sure to tell your little friends you died without fighting back.” She punched him again. “Wonder what they’ll say to that.”
Wesley ran down the stairs as quickly as possible. He had to get down there, fast. If he didn’t, that how plan would go to hell.
“Fai-“ Angel choked, as she kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground, looking up at her sadly. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He just gasped and coughed painfully. He looked at his chest, a stake buried inside him, just missing his heart. He smiled and laughed, looking back up at her. ”You mi-“
If his heart was beating it would’ve stopped right then and there. He wasn’t looking at Faith, instead, he was staring into the cold eyes of Wesley. His best friend.
He pulled Faith to him, his arm around her waist. They kissed hungrily and turned to look at him. Faith smiled evilly and looked at Wesley.
Before he could process a thought, Angel felt the stake being pulled from his chest and thrust back in, piercing his heart. The vampire exploded into dust and Wesley smiled, yanking off a piece of his tattered shirt.
He began magically wiping away the cuts and bruises from his face. “I think that went rather well.” He said, grinning at the slayer. She smiled back, reaching a hand to his face and rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “Told you I’d make it look realistic.” She said as she pulled her thumb away, looking at the make-up.
He nodded. “I knew you would.” He frowned when she began to pout. “What’s wrong, luv?”
She shook her head. “He didn’t even fight back. I was hoping for more of a challenge.” She said seductively, pulling him to her. She moved her hand down to his groin, letting her fingers tease him. “Something… harder.”
He grabbed her harshly and backed her into the side of the building. She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip. His tongue probed her mouth and he slid his hands up her shirt, squeezing her breasts. She moaned against him, pushing herself against him, letting him feel how wet he made her.
The rain came down harder now but neither of them noticed. He was rock hard and stick straight, ready to fuck her into oblivion. She undid his pants as he did hers and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” he asked hoarsely and thrust into her. She moaned and smiled, moving her hips rhythmically against his. He moved his lips to her neck, nipping at the skin.
“The thi thing you do to me.” she whispered, gripping his shoulders tightly. Her nails dug into his skin, making him hiss pleasurably. She moaned breathlessly, taking him deeper inside with each thrust. His lips found their way back to hers, tongues battling for control as they kissed.
She whimpered low in her throat, only loud enough for him to hear. His eyes nearly crossed at the sound, the urgency in her voice.
“H-harder, Wes.” she breathed ily,ily, crying out when he complied. They moved faster, more urgent as they got close to climaxing. She squeezed him harder each time he entered her, making him growl in pleasure.
He kissed her neck again, his lips lightly tracing her jugular. He was close and knew how close she was. Knew what she’d ask for in moments.
“Fuck Wes… now… do it now.” She pleaded, feeling his lips spread into a smile against her neck. He sped up a little more, waiting a moment before slipping into his game face.
His fangs grew and they pierced her skin. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, small miniscule whimpers escaping her throat.
He drank hungrily from her, jerking her closer to him. She cried out as she reached her climax. She came hard, shivering in ecstasy. He thrust into her once more before the taste of her blond hnd her orgasm drove him over the brink.
He jerked into her, shooting his dead seed deep inside of her. He continued to drink from her until her heart beat began to slow. He extracted his fangs from her throat and kissed the wound, lapping up any extra blood. They both trembled, slowing their movements.
He didn’t need to breath, but he panted deeply as did she. When she caught her breath and he felt she was alright he kissed her deeply, ceasing to move. He held her against the building, hands slipping away fher her shirt and moving to her face. He brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and locked eyes with her.
They smiled and he slowly backed away, letting her drop to her feet and straighten up. They were completely soaked and found rearranging their clothes to be difficult. Once they finished he pulled her to him and kissed her again, smiling when he pulled away.
“So what’re we gonna do about the precious little Cordelia? She’s gonna think I killed you both.”
He shrugged and began walking towards the street, away from the alley. She leaned against him, just a little weak from the blood loss.
“We’ll let her run back to Sunnydale. Tell everybody what happened… then we’ll drop in. Give ‘em all a real nice surprise before we kill them.”
She smiled and nodded, “Sounds good.” She purred, stopping to kiss him again. “Let’s get home then… ‘cuz I’m not finished with you yet, watcher.”
He looked at her through predatory eyes. “Neither am I luv.”

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