Chapter 13

Author's Note: NC-17 for sex and slash. There is a lot of sex (B/S) and a lot of slash (not them of course). If it is not your thing then skip the next chapter. I will put a summary up for the next chapter so you won’t miss the plot. But you will miss some stuff - just can't help it.

Also a huge thank you to Tasha, who helped me write some of the parts I was having trouble with. It wouldn’t be as good without her.

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Quentin Travers hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. Everything was falling into place nicely. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce would be on his way to Sunnydale in a few hours, along with the special operations team who would take part in the Slayer's ritual. Wesley was very open to taking direction and wouldn’t give him the problems that Rupert Giles did.

The young watcher would have a few days to prepare the injections and observe the strange dynamics that Rupert had allowed to develop. If the situation did not meet the approval of the council, then Ms. Summers would accompany the special ops team back to headquarters for reorientation, while Wesley and Faith contained the hellmouth. It was a perfect plan, assuming that Ms. Summers lived through the ritual. The rebellious Slayer would learn that she belonged to them, one way or another.

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Faith and Anya were dancing on the floor of the Bronze. The music was loud and pulsating and both girls moved with sensual abandon. The movements complimented each other, and there wasn't anyone who could resist staring.

They were like day and night; light complimenting dark. They danced intertwined, hands running up their own bodies, writhing in pleasure as the music hit crescendo after crescendo. As their energies flowed, their bodies moved, and their lips met.

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Buffy's eyes flashed blue as she circled her prey. This vampire was in her territory. This was her town tonight and anything undead or demony would answer to her.

But this vampire was hers in a more primal sense. She knew this one. She knew how he fought and she knew how it felt to have his fangs penetrate her yielding flesh. To fill herself with the sensation of death and the pain of love lost, and find her release in the draining of life. Fists and fangs. Life against death. She lifted the stake to strike ….

As the demon’s dust swirled around her, Buffy began to hunt for her next prey. She launched herself at the bleached blonde vampire who had been watching her. Straddling him she bit deeply, "MINE".

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Wesley boarded the plane, deep in thought. In about 15 hours his plane would land in California and he would be responsible for not one slayer, but two. The reports he read of Ms. Summers and her counterpart Faith, led him to believe that Rupert Giles should have been fired a long time ago.

Wesley considered Rupert Giles' actions ludicrous and a slap in the face of the Council. From allowing civilians into their inner circle to associating with souled vampires, this sort of thing was simply not done. Personally he didn't understand why the council had not stepped in a long time ago.

Wesley set the folder back into his leather valise. He'd spent every minute he wasn't packing, reading all of the information available on the Sunnydale Slayer. His father was adamant that this was his big chance to prove himself to the Council. He'd fought all his life for his father's approval. If the Council wanted Ms. Summers evaluated, he would do it with the piercing eye of the Council. He would prove to his father and Quentin Travers that he was the man to be counted on.

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The music pulsated in the Bronze, bodies writhed on the dance floor, yet Faith and Anya were stopped, frozen in time as their lips caressed each other. Needs flared and no words were spoken. They were simply friends, taking comfort in each other, expressing themselves in a display of fiery passion. Gender held no meaning, flesh was flesh and their bodies sought the comforts therein.

Faith pulled Anya off of the dance floor; Anya pushed Faith against the wall. Their bodies pressed against each other. Faith moaned under Anya's bold exploration. Anya whimpered as Faith licked, sucked and nibbled anything and everything that wasn't covered by the flimsy tank top.

No one could see them in the darkened corner, but it wouldn't have mattered. They were lost in a world of sensation; of lips and tongues, of caresses and bites, of need and passion; of respect and desire.

Anya ran her hand under Faith’s shirt, cupping her breasts while she suckled on her neck. Faith responded by grinding her hips against Anya’s body. The studded belt that Faith wore, rubbed against Anya’s bare belly and jeans. Her tongue darted out and flicked over the nipples which were straining against the fabric constraining them. The music was still pounding in the background but they were oblivious. The only thing that mattered was the heat which had flared between them.

"Home," Faith managed to get out between kisses and nibbles. "Now." She was barely able to keep from removing the other girl’s clothing. Anya nodded. For once, she had lost the capacity for speech.

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Spike had already been in game face before Buffy sunk her fangs into him. It had been hard to watch her fight the vampire that had killed her in Los Angeles, but he knew that it was something she needed to do on her own. She had won easily this time around and it filled him with a sense of pride to see how quickly she had defeated him.

Spike shifted the Slayer and bit down over his previous marks. He felt the rich flavor of Buffy enter his mouth, and savored the blood before he swallowed. Growling with desire and need, he let go of her neck. "MINE". Furiously he began to tear at her clothes, needing to be completely in her.

The coupling was fast and furious. Pushing Buffy against the wall of the crypt he plunged inside of her. Faster and faster he thrust into her, as Buffy pushed against the wall, trying to get more and more of Spike.

Buffy whimpered with need, she was close to coming. One more thrust … Spike sank his teeth into Buffy sucking her blood as he slammed into her. Buffy screamed in pleasure as the double penetration of Spike's fangs and cock sent her over the edge.

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Wesley began to nod off. He was half-way through the flight and his research of the slayer was progressing nicely. According to the Council’s records that had been gathered from both Rupert Giles and various informants in and around Sunnydale, the two Slayers were talented but undisciplined.

Even the mere existence of two slayers had been causing the Council problems. Ever since Buffy Summer’s had died at the hands of the Master, the Council had been having difficulties pinpointing which girls would be called next.

The Council had often wondered what would happen if Ms. Summers died again. Would they have another Slayer called? If she returned to England it would certainly be worth testing. Not killing her permanently of course, just for a few seconds. With the thoughts of Buffy’s impending death, Wesley finally drifted off to sleep.

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Faith was the first to get naked. She hadn’t felt such passion and desire in a long time. She ached with need and anticipation.

Anya blinked in awe at Faith's body. She stepped forward, tracing her fingertips over Faith's shoulders, and then moved her hand around Faith's breast. Teasing the nipple until it hardened she felt herself grow even wetter.

Faith trembled with need. She was trying to slow down, but her desires were driving her now. Unable to endure it any longer she ripped Anya’s panties off of her. Now there was nothing separating them.

Anya pushed the Slayer onto the bed and straddled her. She ground her body against Faith’s and moaned as their bodies touched, grinding into her with need and desire. She switched angles so that she could rub herself on Faith’s leg while capturing the other’s girl’s clit with her hand.

Faith's back arched off the bed. "Oh, God." She was by no means a virgin, but this was different from anything she'd experienced before. Anya seemed to know where to touch, to massage and how much pressure to apply. The line between pain and pleasure was thin and Anya knew exactly how far to take her without pushing her over.
Anya looked down at Faith through hooded eyes. Faith was so responsive to her touch. It excited her more. She knew what she liked, and she applied that knowledge to Faith's body. She bent down, captured Faith's free nipple into her mouth, and bit it hard, sucking her breast while her fingers moved faster and harder. Faith was a slayer and gentle would not bring her to orgasm.

Faith rocked her hips against Anya's in a desperate need for more friction. She closed her eyes and bit her own lip hard as she broke over the top of her climax. She buried her face into Anya's shoulder to muffle the screams in her throat.

Anya felt Faith shudder underneath her. She pulled hard on Faith's clit one last time. She took Faith's hand in hers and buried four of Faith's fingers into her pussy without any need for stretching. She was beyond wet, and she needed to be filled to send her over. She flicked her own clit twice, and she crashed over the precipice of ecstasy.

Anya collapsed on top of Faith. Faith turned them both so that they were lying side by side. Faith wrapped her arm around the blonde, and Anya laid her head on the Slayer’s chest. Both of them drifted to sleep, calm and at peace for the first time in a very long time. They would deal with each day as it came, but tonight they'd found a kindred spirit in each other.

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Spike licked the claiming marks he had reopened on Buffy's neck. She tasted glorious… of power, strength and an essence that was bound to both his demon and his soul. They had patrolled enough for now. It was time to go home.

Picking Buffy up he decided to take her to his old crypt instead. It was closer, and he didn’t want to wait. Buffy nuzzled into him, running her tongue gently over the claim marks. He quickened his pace and kicked open the door. Thankfully he’d had the foresight to maintain his place in case the gang needed an emergency get-away.

Laying Buffy on the bed he stripped off the remainder of their clothes and cuddled into her. Their bodies flush against each other; they enjoyed the sensation of flesh. Biting each other they drifted off to sleep with their fangs buried in the other’s neck.


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Wesley's plane pulled into LAX, and he picked up the car that the Council had provided for him. He would be driving down separately from the special operations team. He wanted to get to Sunnydale as soon as possible. Something told him that he’d need all his patience and training to deal with the two Slayers.

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Faith and Anya awoke the next morning wrapped in each other's arms. Each knew that they had shared something special the night before. Both women were satiated for the time being, but they knew they would make better friends then lovers. They both craved male companionship and sex, but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t share times like this together; until they found the person they were meant to be with.

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Buffy and Spike awoke after a few hours of sleep. They moved as one, touched each other, and caressed each other. Although they had no idea that danger was just on the horizon, they knew they would face their future together. They were mates, and nothing could separate them. They'd learned their lessons. Now they had a chance to love each other, and they weren't going to give that up.

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Wesley pulled up to his new apartment. After a few hours of sleep he would track his new charges down. It was almost time to administer the test. He'd have to deal with Rupert Giles first. With the special operations at his disposal, he figured he could get rid of the man if necessary. Surely he wouldn't pose that much of a problem.

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