This is a crossover between OZ and Buffy. God help me. This turned into a series. God help all of you. this is Keller/Faith. and Falstaff's fault.

sex on a stake

 

It's not that I'm not attracted to him. Hell, if he'd drop his drawers, I'd have mine flying out the window in no time. God, just look at him.

And it's not because he scares me - but don't tell anyone that. B would laugh her ass off if she found out that some pasty ex-con scared me.

It's just - because.

And because of this.

"What the fuck is a little girl doing here, hmm? You're supposed to be all tough bitch, right, but I don't see it."

He's a fucking prick, that's why.

"I need something. Why the fuck else would I come and try to talk to a guy like you, who's been fucking men so long I bet you forget what a pussy feels like."

"Miaow. Baby, I never forget."

See, this is why my pants are still on, and this is why even though I'd toss a leg over his ass any day of the week, I'm not going to. Because he's a prick. And because his prick belongs to someone who bites when he's pissed off.

Besides. I like Toby. He's one messed up mofo.

He's watching me, like some cat. Miaow is right, C. Just because I'd fuck you doesn't mean I like you. "What do you need, Faith?"

Oh, right. "Um. Just your okay on what going down tomorrow night. You heard about it, right?"

He scratches behind his head, stretching out that gloriously Grecian chest. I dunno. That's always how I pictured all the soldiers and their long spears, anyway. "Yeah, whatever. No skin off my ass. Just don't touch me and mine."

I laugh, and lick my lips. He's still stretching. "Yours? Doesn't look like you've got a yours, C. Where's yours?"

I shouldn't do that.

But fuck it.

~

Where's mine? Who the fuck does this broad think she is? Just because she's Supergirl, I could still take her out. Ryan might be fucking her, but he doesn't really like her that much. "I've got what belongs to me, which is more'n you've got."

She smiles at me, and I start to burn. Oh, baby. Toby better be home tonight. This bitch is trying to get me into bed.

I grin back, bare my teeth. Amateur.

"I've got myself, my looks, and I'm still pretty. It's enough."

"Oh yeah?"

Do I ask her about the blond girl that she wants to fuck?

"You're not even pretty, C."

Oh, bitch.

"You seem to be missing one Summers broad, though. Faith is minus one blonde."

She narrows her eyes, and I lean back against the table. I see her eyes flick over my body, and I start getting hard on principle - down, Chris. Not this one; she's probably all crudded up, anyway - and I lick my lips.

"Fuck you, C. You barely even have your girlfriend."

Well, she knows where to hit, just not how hard. I shrug, lazily, and rub my stomach absently. All for effect. "It's enough."

"You're such a prick, Chris."

Aha. Gotcha, bitch. "And you want me."

She just stands there, fists clenched. I might not be able to manipulate Toby anymore, but this one's way too easy to play with. No wonder the vampires around here have so much fun. "Oh, that's right. Little evil Slayer bitch wants anyone. She's got problems, is what she's got."

She's fuming, now.

Good. She deserves it.

~

The nerve of him.

Tight ass or no, there's no way I'd ride him now.

Not even if he were on the receiving end and I had a strap-on. No fucking way.

Just be cool, Faith.

"Don't try and pull that shit out and pretend I'm a whiner. You're the one that gets into a snit if Toby so much as looks at you the wrong way." He actually flinched, a bit. Oh, good. "And I'm not the one running around like everything's okay, when it's not. I don't have my head up my ass about what's going on - oh, sorry, up someone else's ass."

I smile - the nerve of him - and add, "Face it, C. You've been whipped from the bottom, and you don't even know it."

I can barely feel my hands, they're clenched so tight. I told them that I'd try and do this calmly, but goddamnit, sometimes this is so hard. He's such a goddamned prick--

"And I don't feel no guilt over it."

He says it really quietly.

I move my hand back to deck him.

~

I'm only half-aware of this fight, and of her hand moving to hit me. Most of me is wishing that I was back at home, fucking Toby stupid. Each time we're in bed, I think that way - that I'm going to fuck him so hard, we'll both get stupid.

Like drugs. You do enough, you get permanently stupid. Like Cyril.

But I still catch her arm.

I murmur, "Hey, I guess I shouldn't have said that."

She didn't really want to hit me, cause if she did, she would have. Let's face it, Chris, there ain't nothing you could do to stop this girl if she wanted to physically hurt you.

"You shouldn't have said any of that."

No.

I shouldn't have.

But fuck you, bitch. You deserved it.

"You feel guilty, though. You look at that little blond girl, and you want her - don't try and pretend you don't. And I feel for you, I really do. Hell, I know it. But I don't. Lie. About. It."

And there's damned little you can do when she wants to cut your heart out, too.

"So. Ever killed a man, Chris? Ever felt the pain of knowing you're never gonna talk to the one person that maybe understood you ever again, Chris? Don't talk to me about fucking guilt, Chris."

She's calm again.

She's deadly when she's calm.

I feel like I've been shot.

~

I toss my hair back. I don't think I've been this turned on in weeks. This guy, Keller. I want him. I wonder if his mate, Toby, is as fucking hot as he is.

Probably not. There's always a top and a bottom when it comes to guys on guys.

Wonder if he's secretly the bottom? I'd say so, by the way he recoiled. He's a real tough guy.

Yeah, right.

I bet I could get him on the bottom. Have him moaning, have him straining, eyes closed, as I called him B's pet name--

I'm kind of disgusting.

But I can't help it.

I like it.

~

I can't believe this chick.

'Ever killed a man?' Of course, baby. Want the full details or the shortened version? Want me to leave out the fucking mutilations or get the graphic details out?

'Ever felt that pain?' Every. Single. Fucking. Day. Look at Toby. Look at how fucking perfect he is.

Bitch or not. Perfect.

Every day, baby.

I laugh at her again. I want to stop, but it bubbles up in my throat like bile. I think to myself, Amateur. "You know what, Faith? You're a bitch. And you like it. I know all of that, baby. And he still loves me."

I know I'm grinning smugly.

But look at the facts, baby doll.

She's looking at me. I think I shocked her. That's what you get when you play with me, doll. I'm sorry for you in a way, I really am. Summers doesn't seem worth your time of day, or night, honestly. I'd do you in a heartbeat, if I didn't have someone to answer to at home.

And I bet you'd like it.

But. I do. And--

"I. fuck you, Mr. I'm-just-a-psycho-so-I-can-do-whatever-the-hell-I-want. You're not a psycho. or a vamp without a soul. You have to answer for what you do. You're not some demon. You're just fucked up. Deal."

I--

I back up a few paces, and blink at her.

I can read her mind right now. She's thinking, 'And that's what you get for playing with me'.

I look down at the floor. She's not a nice girl, this one. She's dangerous. I like her, and I want to strangle her. Most of all, I just want to leave.

"I know it, baby. Oh, I know it."

 

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