The Games That Slayers Play

(A/N: Characters: not ours, Joss' - we're just playing with them
Co-written with Moonanstars)

Spike held the lit torch up high and strode confidently through the tunnels. The light was for Faith's benefit. One way or another, she'd get that leather-clad ass of hers in here. There was no bloody way she was missing out on any action.

He turned a corner and stopped whistling when he heard a distant splash. "Oh Slayer... come out...come out ...wherever you are."

Faith grumbled as her foot slipped into the fragrant sewer water, she was glad she was into boots and waterproofing because the thought of squishing around just did not appeal to her right now.

“You could send back the light asshole. Unless you’re trying to make me navigate by feel.”

"Catch." He didn't give her any time, but threw the torch toward her. "Shouldn't you be thanking me instead of hurling insults?" He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and sporting a bored look on his face.

“Thanking you? Right, and what the hell would I be thanking you for?” Faith caught the torch carelessly one handed and spot lighted him with it. “For trying to leave me behind to play housefrau while you ran off to have fun?”

"For dragging my feet waiting for you, yeah?" He sneered slightly. "Make a pretty good house frau. Can see you in a nice apron and nothing else on, though... might have given Carlos a heart attack."

She turned and punched the wall beside his head crumbling the cement and making a spray of chips fly. “Housefrau that will fucking kill your ass if you don’t behave and don’t you forget it.” she brushed the chips of cement off her knuckles. “And trust me Indiana Jones wouldn’t be having a heart attack.” she smiled sweetly and dangerously.

He didn't budge and inch. "Is that right?" He raised a brow, "that bloke is so not Indiana Jones, but if that's what you've an itch for..." with a shrug, he pushed away from the wall. "I did give you your privacy with him. That's another thing you owe me a thank you for."

She rolled her eyes. “Right, privacy with him and Angel. I swear that hotel has a curse of bad timing on it. Might as well not hold your breaths on those thank you’s Blondie. Got me vampires to slay.” she made sure her crossbow and stake were ready. “Let’s slay these bad boys and see how well you keep up.” she gave him a smoldering look and a smile. The thought of slaying and all the frustration had her half crazy already.

Her look held a double meaning, even a dimwit would see it, and he was no dimwit. He took in the sound of her heart, kicking up a notch and noted the flush that stained her face. Could be adrenalin and excitement at the prospect of taking down a vamp nest. But there was also the scent of pheromones.

He cupped her face and stared into the dark pools of her eyes. "You sure it's slaying that you need and not something else?"

“No teasing Blondie, I’m about to pop and no one’s frigging playing.” she knew she could call on Nick but he shouldn’t get to expect her favors. “You an me we had a dance and that’s great an all but if you’re thinking a tease right now I will fucking slay you.” her hand that was free drug nails down his chest and settled at his belt.

He'd been teasing her, but hadn't really expected an honest answer. Or the heat that burned a trail down his chest, stopping too soon. Two could play rough. Gripping her shoulders, he reversed their positions, slamming her back up against the cold wall. "So many better things to do than slay me, and you're the one teasing right now." He looked down at her hand. "Care to find out what's inside?"

She laughed when he slammed her against the wall. Oh yeah she liked it rough and he was strong and it was like being slammed against the mats in training. That made her pause for a minute then she quirked an eyebrow at him as she ran those nails back up under his shirt.

“Talk all British to me, makes me hot to have a man with an accent.”

He gave a low laugh. "I'll talk all you want, pet, whatever it takes to get you hot." Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the jolt that went through him as her nails touched skin.

Suddenly, it wasn't enough. Not for him. He gripped her wrists and slammed them up against the wall high above her head, pinning them with one hand, as his other one was free roam her curves. "Right. Let's get to snogging, then, shall we?" Working his leg between hers, he slanted his mouth over hers and delved his tongue inside, brushing her palette lightly, before moving into an all out assault.

She captured his mouth as best she could while pinned but damn having her hands all trapped was making her hot something fierce. But he wasn’t talking right. Thrusting herself against his leg she gasped against his mouth as his hand made it’s way down to cup a breast. “Talk like a proper brit, you know how I know you do.” she smiled a challenge and licked her lips arching into his hand.

"Mmm?" He rubbed his mouth over hers one more time, trying to make out what she meant. "You mean the Queen's bloody English?" He was about to protest some more, but the slide of her leg against his was all the encouragement he needed to make sure she was good and happy, and hot. "Right. Whatever you want."

Dipping his head down to her throat, he kissed her silky soft spots, uttering poetic nonsense, dotted by the occasional lewd suggestion. He didn't know or care which it was that got her going more. All he knew was she was moving under him, struggling to get closer, just as frustrated by the clothes separating them as he was. "I want you here, up against the wall," he moved his hand over the zipper of her pants.

Shimmying to rid herself of clothing as he unzipped and unbuttoned she didn’t care where he wanted her as long as he kept talking like he was. Looking at him through half lidded eyes in the dim and she was suddenly so ready she almost tore her hands free to rid him of his clothes.

But that wouldn’t be playing fair. Slayer strength was a no no at the moment and the illusion of being bound was sexy as hell.

“That’s five by five far’s I’m concerned.”

"Good. I knew you could be accommodating given incentive," he drawled in an almost forgotten aristocratic accent. He felt her hands jerk, and shook his head, pinning her wrists tighter. "You want me to talk, I'm talking. I don't want your hands free... at least now, come on Slayer, show me what you have with the rest of you." Her thigh rubbed him where he ached. Jerking his head back, he looked at her. "That's right... exactly right."

Then his mouth was on hers, ravaging, tasting, having her... nothing did it for him like taking a Slayer, especially one with fire in her belly. He touched her everywhere, feeling every curve, every firm plane, teasing, rubbing, catching the noises she made. As her movements grew more frenzied under him, so did his. He unzipped his own pants and aligned their bodies. Then he reached up, separated her hands and pressed his palms over each of hers. Eyes locked with hers, he whispered as he thrust against her. "This hitting the spot? This what you wanted in the kitchen? Ask me to kiss you."

Faith had wrapped her long legs around him as he'd entered her, giving support and drawing him in closer. "Make me say it W..why don't you?" horrified at what she'd almost said she bit the inside of her lip. Fingers curled around Spike's hands and she almost lost rhythm with what she was doing.

Fuck, do not call man you are sleeping with by another man's name it will get your ass dumped in the dirt Faith she scolded herself.

So instead she leaned forward and bit his neck hard with a quiet chuckle.

He shuddered. Pleasure and pain, and plenty of it to go around. Instinctively, he slammed her up against the wall again with his motions. "Say it."

When it came to a battle of wills, she was a challenge. Releasing her hands suddenly, he ran his hands down her neck, over her breasts, and gripped her hips, swinging them around. This time, it was his back that hit the wall, the impact burying him deeper inside her. Her muscles contracted and spasmed around him. He felt her push harder, faster against him. Two could be stubborn.

Intentionally frustrating her with long, slow strokes, he kissed her neck, brushed her mouth, trailed more kisses near her ear, and came back to her mouth. "Ask me, and I'll take you home. Ask me, Faith," he muttered, fighting the urge to let her ride him hard and fast.

Able to get worked up again and keeping her mouth occupied to keep from saying something stupid she rocked against him bringing her hands down from the wall and curling them in his hair before yanking his head back and leaving a trail of bites down his neck and shoulder.

"You know you want it, take it. Fuck me till I scream." squeezing with legs and internal muscles she was panting with want and biting her lips till the bled to keep from saying Wes' name.

"Fu...." His body screamed as she escalated her movements, drew him inside her, rode him so hard he couldn't hold back. He drove into her, matching her thrust for thrust, lifting her thigh up higher as he moved against her. "C'mon, luv, scream for me then... scream," his breath hitched, he bent his head and bit her bare shoulder just as she tensed around him.

Head thrown back she let out a low moan as he stopped teasing and got to business. Her skin was flushed against his coolness and when the tingle started down around her toes and spread through her whole body she tensed around him and screamed her pleasure for him.

"That's it, don't hold back, that's it," he cupped her arse, pulling her up tighter against him as he thrust, groaning as short, jagged movements brought them closer to release.

He was still talking in that fancy accent for her, the one that sounded like Wes and in her mind it was dark hair clenched in her fingers and as the orgasm stuck she had to bite down on her own arm to stifle the screams of another man's name so he couldn't understand them. There was both relief and guilt as she clenched around him and made him cry out for her.

Still locked together she was panting for air and waiting for that inevitable moment of separation burning with shame that she had just done that to him. She was Faith, she didn't have to make believe someone was someone else to get off.

"Want something even better Blondie?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to kill me," he drawled, only half succeeding at sounding detached and calm. Bloody hell... it was a wonder he hadn't burned up already.

She let out a low laugh at the shaky sound of his voice, well at least he had enjoyed himself without remorse. She shook her hair back and tilted her neck to one side. "Want a taste? "

"Tasted plenty." His gaze dropped to her throat as her meaning became clear. "Slayers don't...." who was he kidding? This was Faith. She made the rules up as she went along. What kind of idiot vampire would turn an offer like this one down? A vampire named Angel. Laughing against the soft skin over her jugular, he scraped his across the line of her vein.

His soft laugh on her skin almost made her back away suddenly feeling like she'd dropped right back in that nightmare she'd had about Angelus. She noticed he bit over the scar Angelus had left on her, making her scars his now. That elicited a slight shiver, there was something incredibly intense about the mouth at her neck and the way he stole her warmth into him, flushing his skin with heat.

He hadn't meant to take any blood. Not really. Just a bite, show her unlike Mr. Broody Pants, he could enjoy his unlife. But the minute powerful copper-tinted Slayer blood entered his mouth, his system, the erotic haze of bloodlust had him in it's grip. He lapped slowly, making the moment last, much like he'd drawn out their release earlier.

She let him feed longer than she should probably but there was kind of a weird calmness in it after a while. Finally feeling her head get kind of spinny she pulled his head back by his hair. "Whoa there Blondie, still need to beat the crap out of the bad guys." Faith stood up and slipped back into her clothes. Touching the bite on her neck gingerly, it didn't really hurt but it was good and obvious.

Once they were both dressed she picked up the torch that had fallen to the floor. "Let's go kill us a vamp nest."


(A/N - alternative pairing get so little notice, I'm not sure they are worth posting anymore. If you enjoy them/this, please let me know)