Prompt #170 - I Walk Through the Valley.. - spikesdeb - A Walk on the Wild Side - AtS

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Title: A Walk on the Wild Side
Author: spikesdeb
Pairing: Angel/Faith
Rating: PG - violence, sexual references
Fandom: AtS
Prompt: #170 - I Walk Through the Valley
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination, and the joy of Joss's world.
Summary: Set during Angel Season 4 'Orpheus', when Faith gets into Angel's mind. A little diversion from what we saw on the screen. Just a little teaser of what will probably by a longer NC17 story, if I can get the muse to cooperate. Thanks to seductivembrace for the tidy-up and the title - and prodding for a longer fic.
Word Count: 911 words

A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE

Angelus smirked as he negotiated the bodies lying on the floor amongst the carnage of his memories. It was quite a high, really, seeing all the slaughter he'd effected over the years. His weak, souled self would be off in a brood, he supposed, bemoaning his murderous past and beating his chest to punish his long-dead heart. Without the soul, the cries of the suffering masses were like a musical salute to his never-ending ingenuity and cruelty.

Ah, now here was one that he remembered with particular pleasure. A preacher. A preacher walking alone at night, reading the Bible aloud and completely oblivious to the danger not six feet away. And here it was being played out again, a veritable feast of debauched evil seconds away from his aching fangs, and all because the soul had been ousted.

He was so very hungry.

Angelus' mouth watered as he stalked the holy man into the dark, dark night, the muttered words of psalms washing over him. 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil...'

Words. Drusilla and Spike and even Darla, on occasion, had been obsessed with words. Spike in particular delighted in manipulating guttural utterings into a semblance of order. But Angelus was more about doing than saying, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

Faith's hand on his shoulder had him whirling round, fangs flashing and eyes burning gold. He growled, ready to do battle with the dark slayer and she didn't disappoint, grinning and delivering a roundhouse kick to his chest. Thoughts of dry preacher meat were eclipsed by the scent of warm slayer blood, made even sweeter by the rush of battle that had Faith panting and sweating as she fought hard against him.

Angelus grinned. This was his very favourite activity. Well, almost his favourite. The precursor to his favourite, definitely. Blonde slayer or brunette slayer, didn't matter to him, and to be honest, the brunette slayer probably had more moves. Buffy had been sweet as she shyly writhed beneath him, but he'd wager that Faith wouldn't be satisfied until she was on top and using her slayer muscles to pin him to the bed.

A leg sweep had Faith floored, but she wasn't down for long, springing back to her feet as she parried every blow that Angelus tried to land. She was grinning, loving the fight, craving the completion of the kill.

But this time, she wouldn't get it. She was in Angelus' mind to rescue Angel, bring him back to his family. Personal satisfaction would have to wait until she returned to the real world and could stalk a substitute unsuspecting vampire to its ashy end.

Or, at least, satisfaction of a fatal kind.

Distracted, Faith lost her footing and found herself pinned to the floor. Angelus was heavy and hard against her, his intention very clear. He wasn't wearing his game face, but he was menacing nonetheless – and Faith was in big trouble. She'd always pitied Buffy for her vampire fetish, teased her about it and felt secure in her belief that she'd never succumb to the fascination herself. But Angelus was pinging all her buttons, and despite herself, she was responding. She had to concentrate on her mission, or they'd both be lost.

Angelus grinned lazily as he held Faith captive beneath him. He'd expected more of a fight, to be honest, given her kick-ass reputation, but he could go for an acquiescent slayer, he supposed. Her heart was beating fast and she was breathing hard between her parted lips, her dark eyes huge. All in all, Angelus was very happy with the turn his mind was taking. He dipped his head and kissed her. Faith tried desperately to buck him off, but that made it all the better as nothing got him harder than a reluctant bed-mate. She couldn't free her hands from beside her head and Angelus roughly parted her legs and ground himself against her groin, biting at her lip until it bled and loving the yelp of pain that elicited.

Faith's heart-rate ratcheted up a notch when Angelus let go of one of her hands and cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly as he forced his tongue into her mouth. His fingers were biting cruelly into her flesh and she squirmed, hitting out at him with her free hand and managing to drag her nails down his face, which only made Angelus squeeze harder and laugh. Faith took the opportunity to pull her other hand free and pushed hard at his chest, managing to shift his weight enough to wriggle out from beneath him and spring to her feet, running blindly into the night.

Angelus got up with a lazy stretch and smiled smugly. There was no way that Faith would go far: for one thing, she was only here to 'rescue' him, and what would be the point in running away? And anyway – he could track her by the lusty scent she was trailing behind her. She could pretend disgust, but a vampire's nose couldn't be fooled. She wanted him.

Never let it be said that he disappointed a woman - or a man, for that matter – by failing to pick up on an invitation. Whistling a century-old Gaelic ditty that he'd long ago forgotten the words to, he sauntered off after Faith and the tantalising promise of slayer flesh.