Squaring Things

TITLE: Squaring Things

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Angel

SHIP: Faith / Wesley

RATING: NC-17 - Sex

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three and Four

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Wesley Apartment, Night

Faith slammed her fists into the tile on either side of the shower head and they and the wall behind them cracked and broke with satisfying ease. The hot water had eased most of the aches and tensions from her body and most of the bruises and scrapes were already healing. The bruised ribs would take a little longer, but nothing could heal her battered ego or sooth the anger she felt toward herself for getting beaten so badly. She had underestimated The Beast and Angelus both. She would not do so again.

She shut off the water and stood for a moment to pull herself together before stepping out of the shower and wrapping the large, fluffy towel Wesley had given her around herself. She looked in the mirror, dragging her wealth of damp, dark hair out of her face. She was still a little pale, but the swelling had subsided. She quirked her lips into a wan little smile. Her eyes looked haunted and accusingly back at her as she thought of Wes, in the living room on the other side of the door.

He had changed. He was tougher. The darkness of their world had found him, made him make the hard decisions and crystallized the man in him. She was actually quite impressed. It didn't make what she had to do any easier though. She had to apologize for what she had done to him and she had the feeling that this new Wes might be quite good at holding a grudge and seeking vengeance, but it had to be done. It was sort of like a twelve step thing. She took a deep breath as the mirror misted over and distorted her features before she turned and opened the bathroom door. He turned to face her as she exited the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of brown Dockers and a black t-shirt, his jacket hung over the back of a chair and she could see the hilt of a knife sticking out of the inner breast pocket. "Get everything you needed?" he asked and she nodded. "Sorry, kinda punched the wall and broke some of the tiles." She apologized, figuring she would start off small. "I heard. No problem. The security deposit was lost along time ago." He told her off-handedly, thinking of the cell he had built for Justine while he kept her captive in order to find out where she and Connor had dumped Angel and she flashed him a smile. "Err, Wes... I..." she started, not quite knowing how to put into words what she wanted to say. "What is it, Faith?" he asked his tone sharp and businesslike, taking a step closer to her.

She closed her eyes for a second and swallowed while taking a deep breath through her nose. She opened her eyes again. "I did some things to you, tortured you and... And I'm sorry, but I know words don't make those kind of things right, so... Take your best shot, do whatever you need to for us to be square. I won't do anything to stop you." She told him, the words flowing out of her in one long stream. She hadn't intended it, but as her shoulders slumped and her arms went limp at her sides, the towel somehow came loose and slid off her to puddle on the floor around her felt. She made no effort to cover her nudity, but did notice his reaction to it as she saw his dick harden and tent the front of his Dockers.

There was another sign of the new Wesley. He didn't avert his eyes or even blush at her nudity, but instead let his eyes roam over her slightly damp, lush, but toned form before his eyes locked with hers. "Tempting as that is, Faith we don't have the time. I need you in more or less one piece and at the top of your game to capture Angelus, so that we can get Angel back." He told her, his eyes almost casually returning to her body with just a hint of appreciation in them. She found herself a little distracted as she noticed the bulge in his pants was quite substantial and pronounced. She had been in prison for two whole years after all. She decided to take a gamble. "I'm in no fit state to go after Angelus right now, Wes. So we have a little time... Maybe there is something I can do for you to settle the matter between us?" she asked, making her voice low, sultry and suggestive. She saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and gave her a quizzical look over his spectacles. She padded forward quickly, closing the distance between them and without a word sank to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him and he looked down at her as she first unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before dragging them off his hips to slide down his legs. She saw his hands rise to stop her and then pause as she pulled the waistband of his boxers clear of his erection and also off his hips.

She lowered her eyes from his and looked at his throbbing, pulsing member, mere inched from her face. She had never expected him to be so well endowed, not porn star huge, but well above average and thick, slightly curved with a thick, pointed head and heavy balls. She reached for him, lightly wrapping her fingers around his base. "Faith?" he said her name with a mixture of warning, desire and question. She looked up at him again as she slowly skimmed her hand up his length. "It won't solve much, but it won't hurt either. Let me do this Wes, for my self if nothing else." She explained, surprised and a little frightened by the emotion and honesty in her voice. She saw him close his eyes and take a deep breath, almost exactly the way she had done earlier and then one of his hands slowly came to rest on the top of her head.

She leaned forward and slowly, tightly wrapped her lips around his dick head before sliding him into her mouth of her slowly wriggling tongue. She heard him hiss above her and his other hand joined it's counterpart on her head and his fingers began winding their way into the mass of damp curls in search of her scalp. His hands gently urged her on as she continued to lower her head, taking him into her hot, wet mouth until his pointed tip found the entrance to her throat. She paused there, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him before dragging her lips back up. She repeated the process again and again, bobbing her head on his cock, her fist jacking what she didn't have in her mouth with even pressure and a slight twisting motion. His hips thrust slightly and she accommodated him, letting just his head press slightly into her throat. His hand became a little more insistent on her head, but she resisted him easily, maintaining her pace and the depth of his penetration. She could hear him breath heavily above her even as she kept her own breathing deep and even through her nose.

She had to fight his hands to drag her lips off his cock so that she could lave his length with his tongue and work her mouth down to lick and gently suck at his balls. She heard him groan before she worked her tongue and lips up his length. At his slit she collected the thick dollop of lube that had formed with her tongue swallowed the slightly salty substance with relish and a murmur of enjoyment before once again drawing him into her mouth. Her hair had fallen across her face and his fingers unwound and collected the wild halo of dark tresses, sweeping them from her cheeks and back over her shoulders. With, only his head in her mouth, she flicked her eyes up to find him watching her intently. She could see predatory, desire blazing in her eyes as she took a deep breath and this time when his tip hit the back of her throat and his hips bucked, she pressed forward and his cock slid into the tight confines of her throat. She gagged slightly, but steadied herself, not allowing his forward momentum to stop until she buried her nose in his pubes. She breathed heavily through her nose, breathing in air and his sharp, masculine musk. His fingers massaged her scalp and he made sounds of appreciation as Faith swallowed, making her throat muscles ripple around and press rhythmically around his thick shaft.

She backed off him slowly, this time not having to fight his hands as his dick popped out of her tightly sucking lips, a thin string of saliva still connecting it to her lips. His thick shaft glistened with her saliva as she broke the strand by licking her lips. He pulsed and twitched as she fondled his balls lightly, feeling them warm through the skin of his ball sack and the pubes on it. She looked up to see his chest heaving under his t-shirt and his teeth gritted. His eyes bore into her, wide and clear behind his spectacles, silently urging her to continue. She returned her attention to his cock and began the process again, swirling her tongue around him as she took him down her throat. She didn't release him fully again, bobbing her head up and down his length, massaging his thick rod with her throat muscles and playing with is balls or jacking him when only his head was in her mouth. She kept her pace steady and even, adjusting to the thrust of his hips or the pressure of his hands on her head and her own need to breath.

She found herself mewling and moaning around his thick cock, his taste filling her mouth and his scent her nose. Her body was coming alive and growing aroused with the sexually charged stimulation. She could feel her ex swell, heat and grow wet while her skin felt hot and prickly, the flesh of her breasts growing tight and tingly, her nipples swelling and growing hard as she continued to felate him eagerly and enthusiastically. So, she was shocked, on her next up stroke, when his hands left her head and found her shoulders and he almost violently shoved her back and off him. She hit the floor, her surprised yelp turning into a grunt at the impact as she sprawled on her ass. She looked up at him, uncomprehendingly to find him standing, looking down at her, his body tense. She saw his hands flex, as if he was testing his strength, his lips slightly drawn back, teeth clenched so tight she could see his jaw quiver and the blaze of unadulterated lust in his eyes made him look feral and miles away from the stuffy English pansy of a Watcher she had met so many years before. For, just the slightest moment she even felt a shiver of fear that thrilled her and added to her growing excitement. She let her back drop to the carpeted floor and then parted her legs, exposing herself to him in blatant invitation.

He pulled off his spectacles and tossed them onto the nearby sofa and then stripped out of his t-shirt, revealing her lean, muscular body to her. She saw the white, slightly raised tissue of scars and idly wondered if she had made some of them before he practically swooped down on her. His body pressed down on her, his hard chest flattening her breasts, pushing her nipples back against her firm flesh as hot points. His lips found hers hungrily and with jarring, bruising force. Electric sparks radiated into her chest as her sensitive nipples scrapped against his chest as he undulated against her. His hands found her wrists and he drew her arms up and above her head, pinning her their as he plundered her mouth. She could feel his cock, wet with her saliva and his own lube, hard and throbbing against the inside of her thigh, less than an inch from her sex.

She drew up one leg and slid her calf back and forth over the back of his thigh as he thrust forward, the head of his cock rubbing through her slick folds in search of her entrance. She tried to free her hands, to guide him, but found his grip hard and unrelenting. She struggled against him for a moment, unreasoning panic gripping her. Had she not been so badly beaten, so recently he would have been no match for her Slayer strength, but as it stood she had to exert herself to even start breaking free. Her own words echoed in her mind: "Take your best shot, do whatever you need to for us to be square. I won't do anything to stop you." And with a gasp around his tongue and into his mouth she surrendered to him.

He found her entrance and with a hard, powerful thrust drove into her. Her sex resisted him, tight flesh clenching against his rough invasion almost in self-defense, but her own arousal betrayed her as he continued to drive forward on the lubrication of her copious sex grease. He lifted his lips from hers, holding her swollen lower lip, stretching it almost to the point of pain before letting go. He reared over her, his back bowed as he drove into her until his pelvis met hers with a wet slapping sound. "Satisfied?" he almost growled at her as he rocked inside her and ground against her. She was breathing heavily, her mind a whirl as she fought all her natural instincts, while at the same time feeling strangely attracted to the seductive allure of surrender. "Are you?!" she countered, her voice hoarse. "Not yet, Faith. Not yet!" he replied before plundering her lips once more as he started to drive himself in and out of her with long, hard, powerful, slamming strokes.

His mouth left hers and sucking lips and nipping teeth tested her skin. His tongue drew mysterious patterns along her neck and the hollow at the base of her throat, then lower, onto her chest. His stubble scratched and tickled her skin. She grunted and gave little cries as he pounded into her. Her hips rose to meet his without her conscious thought and they ground together for a moment each time their bodies met and her clit sparked with jolts of pleasure that mixed with the pain of his hard use to add energy to the orgasm growing thick and heavy in the pit of her stomach His lips found her left breast, sucking as much of the firm globe as he could into his mouth. She felt her teeth scrape against her skin followed by the warm moistness of his lips as they closed on the raised mushroom cap of her areola and the hard peak of her nipple. He found the turgid nub and sucked and nipped at it before laving it with his tongue and then stretching it with his teeth before releasing it and repeating the process on her other breast and then switching back and forth between them.

Her breath shuddered into her lungs as she strained against him and warm pleasure radiated into her chest from his mauling mouth and made her heart race even more. His grip on her wrist was tight and pressed them painfully into the carpet and her fingers clenched at the air tensing and relaxing as she fought the urge to struggle even as she gave in to the mixture of pleasure and pain that were driving her to climax. She could feel it building with each fiery stroke of exotic friction caused by his thick shaft stretching and parting her hot, tight, but slippery resisting flesh. Filling her and then drawing back only to pound back in. His strokes got shorter and faster, but didn't lose any of their power or jarring effect. His face above her was a mask of strain and lust, and anger. His eyes almost looked through her as he fucked her. The little parts of her mind not scattered by the ferocity and pleasure of their coupling wondered what other daemons he was exorcising until a particularly hard thrust and forceful grind shattered all thought. She could feel her stomach start to shudder and quiver and then the tight ball of energy in her belly grew even tighter before it expanded explosively, bowing her back and locking her muscles as white-hot bursts of pleasure arched through her body in sense pummeling waves drawing ragged cries from her wide open mouth.

Her sex clenched around him, but his fury drove him on, making him pound through her sensitized climaxing flesh, changing her cries to whimpers until with a loud, sharp grunt he buried himself deep, his back arched and his head thrown back and she felt him expand against her flesh before she felt the hot splash of his seed spurting into her core, causing another barrage of climactic energy to rip through her frame. Her world went away for a while in the darkness behind eyelids she did not remember lowering. He must have collapsed on top of her as her flattened breasts heaved against his own hard heaving chest as she panted to recover her breath. Her body still shuddered, not quite able to relax as stray, but powerful surges of pleasurable energy still echoed across her nervous system and through her muscles. She could feel his breath heavy and irregular against her neck, just like his heartbeat next to hers. Sweat collected on her skin trickled down her body in ticklish rivulets. She could still feel him inside her, throbbing against her tight flesh surrounded by the hot, thick mixture of their combined climaxes. He still held her wrists above her head, but lightly now, without any real grip to speak of. Their breathing slowly returned to normal and she felt him shrink out of her and with a deep groan he released her and rolled off her at the same time.

She found herself staring up at the ceiling, not really seeing it as her body finally stilled. She could feel their combined juices slowly leak out of her. She ached slightly with his hard use, but no more than as if she had over-exerted herself. She let her head loll to the side to find him looking at her, his expression thoughtful. "I..." he began and she struggled to muster the energy to lift her arm and place a finger over his lips to silence him. She shook her head slightly. "No regrets... Whether we're square or not, Wes, it doesn't matter, as long as this helped, however little. It wasn't all bad, I haven't cum that hard in years and, in a small, selfish way it makes me feel better, which isn't the point, but... When all this is done and we've got Angel back, if you feel you need to take different or more drastic measures, my offer still stands. I won't do anything to stop you." She informed him, once again looking at the ceiling, her voice calm and steady.

He took her finger away from his lips. "Faith..." she tried to silence him again, but he kept his hold on her hand. "I didn't plan... I don't... This isn't..." he haltingly tried to explain before stopping and taking a deep breath. "I hated you for what you did, in Sunnydale and to me here in LA for such a long time, but... deep down I knew I wasn't blameless either. I didn't want to believe you had changed, but as you might have noticed, I of all people, should know better. We're square, Faith, if there was something to square between us." He told her, his voice as calm, steady and sincere as hers. They lay next to each other like that, his hand lightly holding hers for what felt like an eternity until the sweat dried on her skin and she shivered with a slight chill.

"Are you Okay?" he asked, worry in his voice and she smiled. "Maybe there's still some of the old Wesley in there." She thought. "I'm okay, it's just getting a little cold." She answered. "Why don't you clean up and get a couple of hours shut eye and I'll head back to the Hyperion and check in with the others. See if we can get any leads on Angelus' whereabouts." He suggested, first sitting up, then stand and pull up his boxers and trousers. He offered her his hand and grasped it and with a groan let him pull her to her feet. She grabbed the towel off the floor and went back into the bathroom.

THE END