Battle for Dominance

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“Well, now… If it isn’t one of the sexiest things on two legs I’ve seen in much too long. And I’ll be god-DAMNED if you wouldn’t be THE sexiest thing on all fours…” she said with a leer as she swaggered by, when she spotted him in the cemetery.

The blond looked a bit surprised at her candor, but smiled a mile wide when her words sank in, a wicked sparkle in his eye. ‘Oh, yes!’ he thought, but “You can try…” were the words that came out of his mouth.

Faith, was preoccupied by thinking ‘Spike… Who’da guessed YOU were the one I wouldn’t need to convince!’ but said “Damn, Spikey!-”

And he flew at her, fangs flashing, spearing his shoulder into her lungs with a firm crack, swiftly followed-up by introducing her face to his knee. The brunette barely had time to register him moving.

“Ooh, I like this game,” she said excitedly, “Most guys don’t even stand a chance, I gotta be careful…” she started while blocking and dodging the strong limbs. “You, on the other hand,” gasp “I don’t hafta hold back!” she continued, delivering blows of her own.

Back and forth, punches were exchanged, some glancing off, but most landing solidly on target.

“Come, now, Pet! You can do better than tha’,” the vampire taunted her, as he danced around, playing. “Thought you was a Slaya’!”

THAT was enough. She leapt at him, wrapping her legs around his chest, squeezing him with such force she was cracking ribs and cutting of his sense of smell as she constricted his lungs.

His arms automatically went to her shoulders, pulling her into himself.

“Knew you wanted a taste o’ me, Love,” he chuckled, slamming her into a nearby tree, ravishing her mouth. He kept her pinned with his torso, leaving his hands free to roam her body.

When he roughly rubbed down her arms, heading south, she started fighting him with renewed fervor, with more than just her mouth.

Gasp - “Don’t think so, Spike…” she breathed as she arched back, pushing him away enough to clock him with a powerful right cross.

He stumbled a bit, and she took advantage of her position to send him sprawling as she agilely dismounted from her makeshift perch, finally getting him onto hands and knees.

“That’s were I want you, Spike,” she told him, panting slightly as she stood behind him, satisfied.

“Take you mor’n that, Ducks,” he panted, turning over onto his haunches to show off his now-prominent hard-on through the painted-on black denims.

“How’d ya know I like it better like this?” Faith asked, amused as she kicked him in the jaw, knocking him down again.

He stayed down for a tick, effecting a dazed expression to go with his bloody smile, having bitten his cheek in the impact. “Gotta hit me harder, Love. Didn’t feel that one,” he kept talking, spurring her on.

“How much more can you take, there, Blondie Bear?” she asked as he got his shoulders up, using Harmony’s nickname for him to goad him further. She just pressed her foot into the back of his head until his face was mashed down into the perfectly manicured grass.

“Ya hit like a girl, Pet. I could take this all night,” he mumbled as he turned to look at her through half-closed eyes. He certainly hoped she could dish it out all night, luxuriating in the feeling as he was.

He was barely fighting back now, calculating he had struggled enough to get his reward now.

She sensed her win and came to gloat over his shoulder. “Sure hope you’re ready to take it like a man, there, Spike,” she mocked.

He could only groan as she sank her teeth into the flesh at the base of his neck. ‘There MUST be a vampire god, and I did somethin’ right, ‘cause this is soddin’ GREAT!’ passed through his pleasure-addled mind as electricity shot right to his groin.

She lazily flicked his duster to one side, revealing from his lower back, down. Unknown to Spike, as lost as he was in the moment, she also produced a throwing knife from the thigh holster no one seemed to notice, and made quick work of the waist of his jeans, thinking about how great her body was to distract Spike from having disarmed her from the get-go.

“What the... Oy! These are hard to find, yeah?” he started, indignant. He moved the blade to the fistful she had of his hair.

“Good point!” he quickly let out, in a higher voice than is usual for him.

She finished ripping off the garment, but the sorry state he’d be facing to get back to his crypt was the last thing on his mind once she touched his bare skin. He growled as soon as her hot little hand glided across one silken cheek to grasp his steely cock.

She enjoyed the little groans and whimpers he made in time with each of her too-hard strokes.

When her two fingers made their way to his mouth, the word “Suck,” was let past her lips.

“Not on your life, Slayer,” he replied, voice rough with pleasure and pain.

She shrugged, not that he could see her, “T’s your ass, Honey. I can take it.”

“Do your worse, Woman,” he told her, getting even harder at the thought of what was coming to him.

She placed the hand not currently sending sparks sending sparks through his field of vision at the base of his spine, her thumb firmly pressing down along the valley towards his pucker, slowly creeping-

“Would ya get a move on? ‘M not gettin’ any younger here!” the vampire groused. “Stop bleedin’ teasin’ an’ fuck me already! Or are ya plannin’ on usin’ that?” he spat out, annoyed.

‘That’s an idea for next time, Spike,’ she though as she pulled down her pants to her knees, revealing what she kept hidden in those tight pants of hers. A hot, hard cock leapt free and smacked right into the blonde’s hip, drawing from him an amazed gasp.

“Where’d ya hide that?” he asked, looking over his shoulder to the beautiful throbbing organ rubbing against him.

“What did ya think the tits are for?” she retorted, finding his center and pressing a bit. “Last chance ta blow me… No lube?” she teased as she started to press into him, not waiting for a response.

‘Ow,’ she thought, fleetingly annoyed, feeling as though she were trying to force herself into a brick wall, a feat made that much thornier with his choice, but that instantly turned into ‘Oh, well’ as she just rammed on, until she felt the slick slide of blood ease her way for the last leg of the ride, slamming her home.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” was what she exclaimed, whereas Spike just howled his delight, gameface ripping to the surface.

She set a brutal pace, every time smashing roughly into the immortal’s prostate, sending blood splattering around her lower abdomen, dripping onto her heavy balls. She could feel the vital liquid welling from the eight crescents she was impaling into his hips, along with the two into his sacrum. He was simply reveling in her brutality.

The heavenly feeling of a wet vice, rapidly warming with friction and her own heat, wrapped around her hardened length was quickly becoming her undoing.

Her thoughts left her as she spiraled towards her pinnacle, her mind solely focused on driving herself deeper within the pleasures of Spike’s body.

When she reached her breaking point, her blunt teeth lodged themselves into the blonde’s nape, piercing his skin as surely as any fangs ever could, reaching through to his demon and wresting it into submission. She roughly pulled out and flipped him over onto his back and roughly fisted his cock, giving him his final push over the edge, looking fiercely into his eyes as she wonderfully battered his bits.

The euphoria of finally belonging with someone as twisted as himself was affecting him more than he expected after such a thorough ravishing, making him grin like a loon as they slowly sat side by side, one admittedly a bit more carefully.

“Damn, I broke Spike,” Faith said to herself when she looked over at him, while fumbling for a cigarette.

“Not broken, Love. Better than I thought possible: found someone who’kn keep up, I did… Spot me a fag, will ya?”

She looked affronted. “Keep up? I had to hold you up!” she gestured at his partially-healed wounds, handing him the first one she had fished out, now looking for a light.

“Had to make ya think you won, din’ I?” he informed her, smirking, holding her Zippo. “Didn’t want ya ta think I’ll take it from anyone, yeah? But after a fight with a sexy bint…” he flicked it on, holding it for her.

She let out a peal of laughter, and looked over at him with a smoky look, plucking it from his fingers. “I was holding back.”

She didn’t have time to set the flame to the smoke between her lips before he had straddled her, laughing. “So was I.”

End? Chapter two? Let me know!