| Nouvelle Justine By Shiver |
| WARNING!: This story is for ADULTS ONLY- 21 AND OVER. If you are not yet 21, PLEASE LEAVE. Classification: PWP (Porno Without Plot). B/F, B/S, F/S Setting: Not within the real context of the show. I took some of the Buffy/Faith homoeroticism vibe from Season 3, the post-chip, pre-Buffy-obsessed Spike of Season 4, spiced it up with the Faith-in-Buffy comments to Spike in �Who Are You,� and added a dash of Angel�s comments on vampire priapism from �Epiphany,� What part of �Porno Without Plot� were you unclear on? Author�s Note: Thanks to Phil Foglio�s adult comic XXXenophile for the inspiration, as well as clarification of some technical points. Get a few copies and read them with someone you love. Disclaimer: Please. So not mine. Archive- Please email request. Feedback- Absolutely. ******************* Buffy looked around the nightclub Faith had dragged her to with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. When the dark-haired Slayer had insisted Buffy join her at a very exclusive nightclub and told her to �wear something slutty,� Buffy had expected an evening of dancing, perhaps accompanied by a hunt for upscale vamps. But when they entered Nouvelle Justine, the look in Faith�s eyes showed she had something quite different in mind. Buffy watched Faith as the brunette gazed hungrily around the large club. The entire place was lit with Indigo bulbs, making everything within a composition of electric blue and inky black. There were patrons at tables throughout the room, most observing the stage where a young man was bent double over a tall stool while two women spanked him with leather straps. Along the back were enormous beds in alcoves, some curtained, some not. Next to the alcoves was the bar, and then near them, by the entrance, what looked to be a gift shop, with wall displays and glass counter. And standing not far from the register was� �Spike,� Buffy said, her voice heavy with disgust. Faith turned to where the blonde Slayer was looking and grinned. �Oh, yeah,� she said. �The biteless wonder. He should be fun.� Spike was leaning on his forearms over a display case full of nipple clamps when he felt a hand on his shoulder. As he straightened and saw who it was, his brain screamed in exasperation. �Slayer,� he growled. �Make that �Slayers,�� Faith said, dropping her hand on his other shoulder. �For God�s sake,� Spike snarled. �Can�t I go anywhere without one of your little gang showing up! I mean, this is a bondage club, for Christ�s sake. Even if I could do something, these folks like getting bit.� �So what are you doing here?� Buffy said. �Little vicarious violence?� Spike looked startled. �Uh, yeah,� he said, a little shakily. �You know, scent of blood. Cutting open the veins. Just like old times, eh?� �Care to join us for a drink?� Faith said. Spike stared at the dark Slayer, surprise and wariness playing over his features. At last he shrugged. �Sure, why not?� Faith led them all to a table, Spike taking it all in curiously, Buffy in a definite sulk. Once seated, Faith pulled her chair up close to the blond vampire and put a hand on his arm. �So,� she purred, �come here often?� Spike half-closed his eyes, turning on his considerable charm. �I�ve never seen you here before,� he said, �so it�s obviously not often enough.� �I usually don�t have time to indulge in the kinky stuff,� Faith said. �I�m more of a throw down and�� she made three short grunts. Spike�s lips began to curl into a knowing smile. �I�ll bet you are.� �Ugh,� Buffy burst out. �If you�re trying to make me vomit�� �Look, Slayer,� Spike snapped at her, �it�s called flirting. Surely you�ve heard of it.� �Don�t mind B,� Faith told him. �It�s pretty much vanilla all the way for her. That�s why I brought her here. Little walk on the wild side.� Buffy glared at them both. �I am not� vanilla.� Both vampire and dark Slayer burst into laughter. �Oh, you so are,� Faith said. �Riley and I had sex almost every night,� Buffy said defensively. �Usually more than once.� �I rest my case,� Faith said to Spike, eliciting a throaty chuckle. �What�s that supposed to mean,� Buffy demanded. �Come on,� Spike said. �Captain Cardboard? You mean to tell us Gomer liked the kink? What? He let you get on top once?� �Hey!� Buffy was outraged. �Face it, B,� Faith said. �Some of us have been around the block a few times, and some of us have never gotten off the porch swing.� �You don�t know what you�re talking about,� Buffy said. �Prove it,� Faith shot back. Buffy opened her mouth and closed it again quickly. �How?� she said finally. Faith pointed to one of the upholstered alcoves. �You and me, one on one. Right here, right now.� �Conditions?� Buffy said. Faith took a moment to consider. �Three positions each, no duplication, each round is complete when the contestant�s partner comes. Kinkiest Slayer to be determined by the impartial dick�� she nodded to Spike, �� who doubles as a participant when said dick is required.� Buffy wrinkled her nose at the vampire. �Why him?� �Because we need the same judge for all rounds,� Faith explained, �and vampire recovery time is about thirty seconds.� Buffy turned to Spike, impressed. �Is that true?� �Uh, yeah,� Spike said, a little startled. �It�s one of the selling points, actually. How did..?� Faith gave him an enigmatic grin. �You�re on,� Buffy said. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Faith secured the curtains on the alcove they�d rented and turned to Buffy and Spike. The blonde Slayer was sitting back on her heels, her arms crossed in determination, while Spike leaned against the corner, an uncertain expression on his face. �Well, let�s go,� Faith said. �Get naked already.� And she took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. All three stripped quickly, shoving their clothes aside, and Faith appraised the other two, her gaze roving greedily over their bodies. �Not bad, B,� she said, reaching out and pinching one of Buffy�s pink nipples lightly. �You�re nice and tight,� she said. �Just the way I like my girls. And you,� she turned to Spike and approached him, stalking on all fours. �You�re a lot more muscular than you look under all those clothes.� She leaned close to his ear, dropping her voice to a husky whisper. �I�m gonna make you scream my name,� she said, and Spike actually winced. �Okay,� Faith said, sitting back. �Who goes first? Should we find a coin to toss?� �How about �Rock, Paper, Scissors,�� Spike said suddenly. �Sounds good to me,� Buffy said coldly. �Fine,� Faith said, and they shook their fists together. �One, two, three.� Buffy presented a balled fist, while Faith held her palm open. �I win,� she said, lightly slapping her hand on Buffy�s cheek. Before the blonde could react to the insult, Faith had pushed her down on her back, her legs twisted under her awkwardly. Faith pressed her dark-painted mouth against Buffy�s, her tongue teasing along Buffy�s lips, parting them and sweeping inside with long, rough strokes. She kissed Buffy deeply for several minutes, the blonde at first returning the kiss reluctantly, then with gathering ardor. Faith broke off first, lifting her head just enough to murmur, �Round one. First position: girl on girl oral action.� She dipped back down to begin kissing a feather-light trail of kisses down Buffy�s neck and onto her chest. As she took the pink bud of Buffy�s nipple between her lips, biting gently and teasing with her tongue, the blonde Slayer squirmed, trying to twist her legs out from underneath. Faith took hold of Buffy�s hips, holding her still as Faith repeated her attentions on the other breast, then continued a slow path down Buffy�s stomach. As she reached the tangle of dark curls, Faith stopped long enough to note, �guess that answers the �does she or doesn�t she� question,� before slipping her hands to the top of Buffy�s thighs and spreading them apart. Faith covered Buffy�s sex with her mouth, sucking and tugging on the soft folds with her lips as the blonde began to gasp and mewl with pleasure. Faith began to lap with her tongue, pressing in and out of Buffy�s body. Buffy arched her back, her hands gripping the satin bedclothes as Faith continued to drive her with her lips, her tongue. Buffy�s whole body was trembling as Faith licked over and over, and finally she came with a gasping cry, collapsing into the bed. Faith rose to her knees, wiping her mouth with her fingers. �That�s one for me,� she said. �Holy. Living. Fuck,� Spike said. �That was inspiring as hell.� Buffy turned her head, having forgotten the vampire�s presence for the moment, to see him wiping his hand and stomach with a towel. �God, you�re disgusting,� she exclaimed, rising to her knees as well. Spike stared at her with frank astonishment. �Show some compassion, Slayer,� he said. �I�m not made of stone.� �Enough chit-chat,� Faith said. �Let�s get on to round two.� Buffy hesitated only a second, then, quick as a snake, she seized Faith�s waist, turned her around and pulled her in close, so now Buffy�s chest was against Faith�s back. Wordlessly, Buffy put a hand on either side of Faith�s head, leaning it back. She leaned over the dark Slayer�s throat, running a wet tongue down the hollow alongside the jugular. Faith hissed in a sharp breath, and Buffy slid her fingers down the other girl�s neck, stopping to cup Faith�s large, supple breasts and rotate the pads of her thumbs over the brown nipples, causing them to swell to fullness. Keeping one hand firmly on Faith�s breast, holding her still, Buffy let her other hand drop slowly over Faith�s stomach and slide against the wetness below. Teasing the folds apart with her index finger, Buffy couldn�t help but chuckle as the dark Slayer tried to raise herself up and press against Buffy�s hand. �You�re such a slut, Faith,� Buffy tsk�d. �You don�t care who you get it from.� And before Faith could respond. Buffy plunged all four fingers into the hot wetness. Faith�s reaction was electric. Her entire body arched forward, taking Buffy�s fingers fully inside her. �God, you�re so tight,� Buffy said, flexing her hand. �Tighter than I�d have thought.� Faith squirmed against the blonde Slayer as she continued to move her hand and fingers, forcing Buffy to tighten her grip and hold the other girl still as she worked her fingers in and out, finding a rhythm. Faith came with a profane shout, struggling against Buffy�s hold on her in an attempt to push the blonde Slayer�s hand in as deep as possible. Quickly, Buffy pulled her hands from around the other girl, and Faith pitched forward onto her forearms, her firm backside in the air. �That�s what I�m talking about,� Spike said, reaching for a fresh towel. Buffy rolled her eyes and scooted back to lean against the cushioned wall. �That�s one-one,� she pointed out. Still panting, Faith raised her head to look at Spike. �You ready to join the party?� she said. �Oh, fuck, yeah,� Spike said, his cock coming to full attention as he sprang forward. Faith was upright in an instant, her hand around Spike�s throat. The vampire made a small, gurgling noise. �My round, my rules,� said the dark Slayer. �First of all� no talking.� Spike pulled away from her, rubbing his neck. �That�s hardly�� �Shut up,� Faith said sternly. �Now lie on your back.� Spike stared at her, and the anger on his face turned to an amused smirk as he complied. Faith fell to all fours and slowly stalked up his pale, muscular body until she was straddling his waist. She raked her nails over his chest, hard enough to raise long, red welts. Spike grunted and reached for her hips. �Lie still,� Faith ordered, grabbing his hands and forcing them back over his head. �Don�t even twitch, or you�re out of here.� Spike glared at her, his blue eyes like ice, but he didn�t move. �Good boy,� Faith murmured, and lowered herself down onto his cock. Spike hissed and bit his lip as he struggled to lie still. Faith pushed herself up and began to raise and lower her body over Spike�s, moving him in and out of her sex. She kept the pace deliberately slow at first, and Buffy watched with growing enjoyment as the vampire held himself rigidly still, his teeth and hands clenched, his eyes shut tight. Then Faith began moving faster and faster, until she was almost bouncing on Spike�s cock. There were soft slaps as their bodies connected at the bottom of each stroke. �Come for me,� Faith purred, and Spike did, his body arching up and an animalistic snarl escaping from his throat. �Very good,� Faith said, rising up and letting Spike slide out of her. She moved to the side, giving his cock a little pat. �Nice to see you�re not completely neutered.� �Hey!� Spike barked, the icy scowl returning. �What did we say?� Buffy said. �No talking without permission. My turn.� Spike shot her an angry sneer, but it was obvious he found the prospect of staying with the two Slayers a favorable one. �Lie back,� Buffy said softly. �This is round four. Or should I say sixty-nine.� The look on the vampire�s face was priceless as the blonde Slayer approached him, straddling his face and bracing a hand on either side of his hips. �I presume you know what to do,� she said, and Spike nodded so hard she nearly burst out laughing. �By the way,� she added, �you can talk�� �Oh, thank�� �However,� she said, cutting him off, �you may only say combinations of �please,� �yes,� and �Buffy.� Got it?� �Yes, Buffy,� he growled, annoyed again until she dropped down, taking his cock deep into her throat. �Oh, yes, yes,� he murmured as her mouth closed around his length, sucking and stroking. �Yes, please, Sl� Buffy.� She let him go, ignoring his disappointed groan. �Spike,� she said testily, �what does sixty-nine mean to you?� With a startled grunt at the reminder, Spike took hold of Buffy�s hips and pulled them down to his mouth. As his tongue darted out to caress the velvet folds of her sex, she again took him into her mouth. Bobbing her head delicately over him, she tightened her lips around his cock and swallowed so her throat muscles would tighten, as well, setting the pace. The vampire grunted with pleasure, still running his tongue over her, pushing her closer to the edge. Buffy slipped one hand under Spike�s thigh, took his balls in her hand and gently rolled and tugged them. Spike came with a shout, spilling his essence into the Slayer�s throat, and Buffy followed him, her cry of release muffled as she swallowed every drop. Almost bonelessly she slid off Spike�s lean body to lie on the bed. �Still tied,� she said. �Oh, Christ,� Spike exclaimed, panting for unneeded breath. Faith crawled over to Spike and looked down at him. �Are the big, bad Slayers tiring our little vampire out?� she asked in a sing-song voice. �Not bloody likely,� Spike told her, though he hadn�t moved from his back. Faith reached down, taking hold of Spike�s cock and quickly stroking it to hardness once more. �Are all vampires such whores?� she said conversationally. Spike pushed himself onto his elbows. �Are all Slayers?� Faith leaned close to his face. �I�ll take that as a yes,� she said, then turned around to point her ass in his direction. �Let�s go then, bitch,� she said. �Give it to me just like all the little minions take it.� �Buffy�s right,� Spike muttered as he climbed to his knees and positioned himself behind the dark Slayer. �You don�t know what you�re talking about.� But his face had gone even paler than normal. �Don�t try and fool me, ass-boy,� Faith spat back, and Spike took hold of her firm buttocks and drove himself deep inside. The dark Slayer gave a sudden grunt of pain as the violence of his entry tore the delicate tissues inside her. Then Spike had pushed himself away from her and was sprawled on his back, the heels of his hands pressed to his eyes as the responding pain from his chip seared through his brain. �You fucking bitch!� he howled at her. �What the fuck is wrong with you?� �You goddamned bastard!� Faith returned, gathering herself for attack. �Hold it, hold it,� Buffy shouted them down. �Back off, Faith,� she said calmly. �Sex is about shared pleasure. If it was just about us, Spike wouldn�t be here.� Faith slumped sullenly against the wall as Buffy put her small hand on the back of Spike�s neck. �Relax,� she told him. �Lie down and close your eyes.� The vampire gave her a wary sidelong glance, but did as he was bade. �I want you to imagine your perfect lover,� Buffy said. Spike opened his mouth to speak, but the blonde Slayer cut him off. �You don�t have to tell me who,� she said, �just imagine her in detail. Her eyes, her hair, the skin of her naked body as she stands before you. � Spike licked his lips. �Now imagine your favorite place and time,� Buffy continued. �The place you were happiest.� �Budapest,� Spike said softly. �1905.� �Did you have a house there?� �Apartment.� �Imagine you�re there now,� Buffy said. �You�re in the bedroom, it�s a beautiful night and the windows are open. She�s there with you.� Spike licked his lips again. �Imagine I�m speaking with her voice,� Buffy said. �Imagine it�s her talking to you. Can you do that?� Spike nodded slowly, almost dreamily. �Touch yourself for me,� Buffy whispered. �I want to see your hands on your hard body. Touch yourself like I�d touch you.� And Spike did, his long fingers running over his chest and torso. �Jerk off for me,� Buffy hissed. �I want to see you.� The vampire wrapped one hand around his cock, stroking the velvety shaft. �Faster. Harder,� Buffy urged, and Spike obeyed, his back arching, his heels kneading the mattress. Buffy leaned down close and whispered right into his ear. �Come for me, Spike.� He did, with a half-swallowed snarl, spilling his seed over his hands and his torso. He lay there, panting. Buffy supposed he took the breaths only from habit or instinct, and waited until they stilled before smoothing the white-blond hair back with her hand and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. �Thank you, Spike,� she said, then leaned against the wall, her hands behind her head. �I believe that brings the score to Buffy-three, Faith-two.� Faith immediately gave a cry of outrage, but Spike, amazingly, began to laugh. �You cheated!� Faith said. �Bollocks!� Spike declared, sitting up and reaching for a towel. ��Each round is complete when the contestant�s partners comes.� Your rules, she played it perfectly fair.� He turned a wry smile in Buffy�s direction. �And may I add, brilliant strategy.� �You�ll excuse me if I don�t shake your hand,� Buffy remarked. Faith shook her head in disbelief. �You�re telling me Miss Whitebread is a better lay than I am?� Spike�s mouth twisted into a knowing smirk. �Look me up when I get this chip out,� he said. He reached for his clothes and began to dress. �Now, if you ladies will excuse me�� Faith smiled suggestively. �You don�t want to go for best two out of three?� Buffy rolled her eyes. �God, Faith,� she said. �Why don�t you go down to the docks? At least you�ll get paid for it.� �At least I�ve only got one vampire-shaped notch on my bedpost.� �Yeah? Well, at least�� But Spike had escaped from between the bickering Slayers and stopped only long enough to complete his interrupted shopping trip before heading out. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Epilogue: Spike rapped on the apartment door, muttering curses under his breath. Xander opened it, annoyance and relief on his face. �It�s about time,� he said. �What took you so long? Anya will be here any second.� �Long story,� Spike said. Xander took the pink plastic bag from the vampire and held out the brown paper grocery bag. �I should dock you a few pints�� �What�re you gonna do with it?� Spike groused, snatching it out of Xander�s hands. The vampire stalked out of the apartment building and headed for his crypt. Once he knew he was alone in the darkness he allowed himself a small smile. Oh yeah, he thought. This night would give him some very pleasant fantasies. Main Menu ~ Return to Stand Alone Menu |