Faith/Wesley Toy
She's been wandering around the city for hours now and it seems as if all the vamps and demons have vanished into thin air. Faith's never been good with patience, and it's been far too long since her last kill. Or beating. Or pretty much, anything fun. And after all that pointless walking she really couldn't care less what or who it was she got her hands on.
And then, across the street she spots Wesley; dragging his feet, head down in defeat after his last encounter with Buffy.
Another failure, huh?
A wicked idea pops into her head and she runs up to him. When Wesley still doesn't notice her, completely engrossed in thoughts of self-hatred and visions of his father violently expressing his disappointment in him, she grabs his shoulder and leans into him. "Well, well... who do we have here?"
He gasps in shock.
"The sorry excuse for a Watcher." She sneers, "so, Wes, did you manage to fuck something up again?"
In his mind, Wesley goes quickly through all the weapons he has on himself - which, he realizes with a sense of shame, is merely a wooden cross and a small bottle of holy water. Nothing useful.
Then again, he berates himself, what would be the point? She's the Slayer and he knows he wouldn't stand a chance in combat with her. Suppressing the still growing feeling of uselessness, Wesley tries weakly to reason with her, "Faith, listen to me…" but he doesn't get to finish, as she grabs his jaw and digs her fingers into his cheeks.
"Shut up, Wesley!"
He flinches, Faith notes with satisfaction.
"Take it easy, he says. Chill out." Faith mutters, remembering the Mayors words, and then locks her hips with his. "How the fuck am I supposed to chill out? I'm itching…" she rubs against him, feeling a tremor run through her at the sight of his terrified expression, "…all over. And no vamps to dust!"
"Faith! Stop this!" Wesley pushes against her to get away, but she only tightens her hold on him. "I'm serious!"
She leans into him, her lips almost touching his and she smiles viciously. "Make me."
Her hot breath on him, combined with the cruel enjoyment he can clearly see in her eyes, make him freeze in place. "Faith, please. Whatever it is you're trying to achieve by this, just let me go," he whispers desperately.
There's that smirk again.
Faith slowly steps away, but before he can be grateful she finally listened to him, she knocks him unconscious.
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Sudden pain wakes him up.
"C'mon, Wesley!" Faith's fist bruises his cheek once more. "That's no fun when you're out!"
A loud groan escapes him when her weight pins him to the bed.
"That's it!" She traces the tip of her tongue over his chin, enjoying the feel of him squirming under her.
"N-no…" Wesley protests quietly when she bites his lower lip, pulling on it playfully. He shakes his head in an effort to get away from her teeth, but then her hands rip his shirt open. Panic sizing him, he struggles even more, but there's no leverage to push her off.
He doesn't understand why this is all happening to him. Everything, really, from the very beginning of coming to Sunnydale up to… this. All his life he's done nothing but try to win his fathers affection and prove to him, that he's good enough. Then he's been appointed a Watcher, and… everything went downhill. He feared his fathers reaction to the news of one Slayer going rogue; then the other one rejecting him. He's going to be so disappointed in his son.
But what would his father think of him if he saw him now, so helpless against advances of a Slayer he was supposed to be in charge of?
Faith draws his attention back to herself with a forceful kiss that leaves him breathless; her hands still roaming possessively over his chest, bruising and scratching. She nips at his throat with her teeth while moving to his belt and unfastening it swiftly.
"No! Faith, don't…" Wesley looks at her hands, sliding under his pants and he frantically tries to move away from her. "Don't touch me!"
She just laughs and shifts a bit over him to pull on his pants, drawing them down to his knees. "Not so bad, Wes," she smirks, looking back up from his semi-erect penis, "I knew you'd be enjoying yourself."
Tears well up in his eyes at that remark. "No! Let me go… Faith! Let me go!"
Faith lowers her face to his ear, licking around the lobe. "Deep down…" her fingers grasp him, stroking up and down his length, "…you've wanted me to fuck you for a long time."
She squeezes him unexpectedly, pulling on his cock and grating him with her fingernails, making him whimper.
"Don't!" He sobs, feeling himself harden in spite of the pain. "I don't…ah! I don't want this!" He hates himself for reacting to her harsh touch in that way.
For a moment Faith stops, but when Wesley opens his eyes in hope, he sees she's just removing her own clothes. He tries to push himself up shakily, only to be shoved down onto the pillow when she straddles his thighs again.
"Where do you think you're going, Wes?" She's rubbing herself against him as she digs her fingers into his wrists. "The fun's just starting!" Her movements quicken and after a while she shifts once more, hovering above him for a few moments.
"No! Don't… please, don't!"
Ignoring his pleas Faith eases down onto him with a groan.
Shutting his eyes tightly in disgust, against the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, Wesley tries to block out the sensations of her, but it's all too overwhelming. All he can think of is what she's doing to him. The heat surrounding him so completely, the roughness of her motions. The utter entrapment.
But what horrifies him even more is a realization that he is himself nearing the edge, pulled by her helplessly as she's rising up and down on him. "Stop it! Please, stop!"
Faith bites and pulls on his lips; her body jerking on top of him before she freezes momentarily and quivers run through her. With her head thrown back she gives a satisfied groan, followed shortly by laughter when Wesley pushes his hips up under her involuntarily and his back arches, as he reaches his own orgasm, sobbing loudly.
Faith takes her time to marvel at the sight before her - this pompous man, who's waltzed in and told her he's her new Watcher, who's tried to control her; was now trembling and sniveling under her, because of what she's done to him. She smiles gleefully.
As soon as she gets off of him, Wesley reaches his shaking hands for his pants and pulls them back on with an effort. Sitting up with his shoulders hunched, he gathers his ruined shirt to cover his battered chest and wraps his arms around himself. He looks up cautiously; his eyes brimming with fresh tears.
She's hovering above him, watching his awkward movements with pleasure. Enjoying the horror in his eyes, she steps closer to him.
Wesley leans away from her fearfully. No more! She's done more than enough.
Her face stops inches from his. "Get out," she orders with a sneer.
He flinches. Faith then moves away swiftly and watches him expectantly.
Wesley stands up slowly and clumsily makes his way to the door, not looking back at the woman who just made him feel worthless, even more than his own father ever did; and praying with all his heart she wouldn't go after him again.
Or that he wouldn't be so unlucky as to meet any other monster on his way home; long after nightfall, in Sunnydale.