TITLE: Revisionist History XII -- Unfinished Business

AUTHOR: Lex

E-MAIL: lex@bitchenvy.com

SYNOPSIS: Do you really have to ask? Buffy whomps Faith, then proves to Angel that she will always be his.

RATING: <snicker> I refuse to even dignify that with a response. If you don't know the answer to this by now, I'm not going to enlighten you.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Really. No money. No sue. Besides, if I owned Buffy, Angel, and Faith, they wouldn't have been fighting. Oh, no, they'd have been doing something entirely different. (Right, Jill? <EG>)

CONTENT: Extreme violence, extreme smut. I know you're surprised.

NOTES: I LOVE THIS SHOW. 'Nuff said.

DEDICATED: To Eliza Dushku, for reminding me again just why I love Faith so damn much. She's wormed her way into my brain, pulled up a chair, a bottle of beer, and a pack of Marlboro Reds, and she's here to stay. :-) Also to Sare Liz Gordy, for providing inspiration, particularly with...well, you'll see. Thanks, babe! <hugs> Also, thanks go to the usual crowd (Tam, seneca, Harpy, Jill, Lynn, etc.) for providing places for me to whine.

Her head pounding in concert with the frantic beating of her heart, Buffy stood quietly outside the mansion. She had just told Angel she needed space, when the truth was she wanted to fling herself into his arms and beg to be fucked.

She didn't know why she had said it. It just had flowed from her mouth. She was so incredibly stupid sometimes. She didn't need space. She needed him.

And as she stood there, she realized just what she was going to do to make it up to him. According to Giles' magical disappearing friend, Angel's soul was back for good now. Nothing, and he had stressed nothing, could take it away again.

But first, she had some unfinished business.

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With a yawn, Faith opened the door to her apartment, feeling around on the wall for the light switch. She was exhausted and pissed off, the rage bubbling through her system. Fuck that stupid bitch, anyway. That stupid fucking bitch, and her damn pretty boytoy. Fucking pussy whipped vampire. She walked into the loft, intending to get herself a drink, when she realized she wasn't alone.

Buffy was lounging on the couch.

"Hey, B," Faith smiled nastily, "Did you come so I could finish beating your ass?"

"Nice place you got here, Faith. Mayor pay well? Or maybe you're giving him your extra special service on the side?"

"Yeah, well, he's old, comes fast. No big deal."

"Not for a pro like you."

Faith stalked over to Buffy. "Did you come to chat or did you come to fight? 'Cause I'd like to finish kicking your ass, so I can go over and dust that stupid pussy whipped fuck you love."

At the mention of Angel, Buffy's face hardened. "That's the reason I'm really here, Faith." She looked up at the brunette hovering over her.

"What? Angel? Why didn't you tell me he was such a good kisser?"

Buffy smiled quite prettily, then her fist shot out in a fierce right hook. Faith staggered backwards, her hand shooting up to wipe the blood now pouring from her mouth.

"Bitch."

"Slut."

Buffy launched herself off of the couch, crashing into Faith, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Faith tried to slam Buffy into the floor, but Buffy tucked both her feet into Faith's abdomen and shoved the other woman off of her. Faith flew backwards, hitting the wall, causing the plaster ceiling to crack and rain down on her head.

Leaping to her feet, Buffy dove forward and grabbed Faith by the hair. Viciously, she began pounding her head into the wall.

"This is for going to work for the Mayor!"

Slam.

"This is for trying to choke Xander to death!"

Slam.

"This is for having the NERVE to try and touch Angel!"

SLAM.

Faith started to fight harder, beginning to realize that Buffy was no longer pulling her punches.

"This is for trying to set Angelus free!"

SLAM.

"This is for putting all of us in danger because you're Broken Girl!"

SLAM.

The blood was no longer flowing only from Faith's mouth. The rich red fluid oozed down the wall in a crimson trail, stark against the pure white.

"Buffy," Faith choked out, gagging on her own blood, "Buffy --"

"Shut UP, Faith," Buffy hissed, her hands clenching more tightly in Faith's hair.

"This is for conspiring to kill me!"

SLAM.

SLAM.

"And this, this is for daring to kiss my man, you skank!"

SLAM.

SLAM.

SLAM.

With the last slam, Buffy heard the distinctive crunch of a skull fracturing. It was an incredibly satisfying sound. Faith's eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped over, unconscious. Buffy pulled back and stood up, noting the blood covering her hands with distaste. So messy. For good measure, she drew back her foot and kicked Faith in the ribs several times, hearing the small bones crack as she smiled with glee.

Buffy looked down at her sister Slayer lying bleeding on the floor. "I want to help you, Faith. I really do. But you touch my man, and I have to fuck you up. I'm sure you understand."

For once, Faith had nothing to say.

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She left him.

Again.

Angel dropped his head into his hands. He had known, from the moment she had proposed her mad scheme, this would happen. He had known that she wouldn't be able to handle seeing Angelus again, and yet he had done it anyway.

He could deny her nothing.

But now he was alone.

Again.

Sometimes, he wished she would take pity on him and just stake him, putting him out of his misery. He couldn't live like this. She was making him crazy.

She loved him.

She dumped him.

She loved him.

And she dumped him again.

It was killing him. And it pissed him off. It was always about her, about how she couldn't handle it, about how she was scared. Well, he was scared too, damn it. Becoming Angelus again was his greatest fear, besides losing her. Did she ever think about that? No. No, she didn't give that a thought. She was always running off, running away. Didn't she understand that the only thing that could make her feel safe was being cradled in his arms? Couldn't she see that he needed to be held tightly within her embrace?

She had to make up her mind. He stood, determined. He would find her, and force her to see the truth: they were meant to be together, no matter what. They weren't whole unless they were together, and he ached for her, for his other half.

Angel was almost to the door when she stepped through it.

"Buffy!" he said, surprised. He hadn't expected to see her here. His eyes narrowed. Her hands were covered in blood.

"What happened?" he asked, rushing over to grip her wrists. "Are you hurt?"

She smiled.

His forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"I'm fine, Angel." She laid her head on his chest. "I'm fine now that I'm with you."

All his plans for a confrontation flew out the window as she pressed her soft, warm, sweet-smelling self against him. The scent of the blood swirled around him, drugging him. It was potent, almost like...Slayer blood?

"Buffy," he rumbled, "Who does that blood belong to?"

She tipped her head back so she could look at him. "Faith."

"She attacked you again?"

"No, I tracked her to her apartment and cracked her skull open."

His eyes widened. "You what?"

"I tracked the little whore home. I waited for her, then when she got there, we fought. I won. End of story."

Concern wreathing his face, he said, "Is she -- is she dead?" He didn't care either way about Faith, but he was worried that Buffy would be scarred if she took the other Slayer's life.

"Nah. She was alive when I left. She'll have one hell of a concussion, but she's a Slayer, after all. She'll live." Buffy held up her hand. "She bled a lot. Wanna taste?"

He could feel the bloodlust rising into his throat, calling to him. He shook his head. "Buffy, you should probably get cleaned up -- "

Staring into his eyes, she licked her lips, her tiny pink tongue darting out to caress the moist flesh.

He whimpered.

She took her right hand and traced around his mouth, her fingertip skimming the silky inside of his bottom lip, leaving a film of blood. Unbidden, his tongue swiped the flesh she had just touched. As the blood hit his tastebuds, he moaned deep in his throat, the flavor coating the inside of his mouth. His lips closed around her index finger, sucking it into his mouth. Slowly, methodically, he cleaned that finger, then holding her wrist, cleaned every bit of blood off of the rest of them.

"Nice, but you taste better," he told her as he worked on her other hand. Once both of her hands were clean, she linked them behind his neck and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. She backed him into the wall, and pressed herself against him, enjoying the way his hard chest flattened her breasts.

He moved to grab her ass, and he was surprised to find his hands quickly chained to the wall. "Whaaaa--?"

The grin on her face was purely wicked.

"You said we should start using these chains..." she replied in her best little girl voice.

"I didn't mean right now," he said, pulling at them. "Let me out of these, and I'll --"

"I kinda like you in chains. My chains." Her eyes gleamed, and her heart rate increased.

He froze.

"I'm yours, Angel. Are you mine?"

"You know I am," he answered unhesitatingly.

"When I saw you kiss Faith, I wanted to die. I wanted to kill her, and you, and myself."

"Buffy --"

"I saw your mouth touch hers." Buffy's eyes glinted with tears. "Your mouth belongs to me. It shouldn't touch anyone but me."

He hung his head. "I--I had to. She wouldn't have bought it otherwise." He felt wretched, like he had betrayed her.

Buffy nodded. "I know. But all I can see is your mouth sliding over hers, and I can hear the way she moaned when you touched her. Did you touch her like you touch me?"

Tears came to Angel's eyes. "I'm sorry, baby."

She clenched her fists, ignoring the wetness flowing down her cheeks. "Is this what you felt when I told you about Scott? This awful, wrenching pain inside? This ache squeezing your heart, making you bleed?"

He swallowed hard. "When you told me that, I wanted..." He broke off. "I knew I didn't deserve you, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you didn't love me anymore."

Her voice caught on a sob. "I always loved you. No matter what."

She wrapped her arms around his chest and burrowed her face into the safety of his neck. "Nothing, *nothing*, can make me stop loving you. It can't happen."

Angel hushed her, kissing the top of her head. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I never said I was sorry for being so stupid. I'm sorry, Angel, I'm so sorry I did that to you. I was scared and I freaked, so I tried to run from you...from us." She began to pepper his neck with kisses.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again against his throat, as she kissed a path down his chest. His shirt got in the way of her lips, so she gripped the collar and rent the fabric in half. Kneeling before him, she rubbed her face against his stomach.

"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you let your face change against my stomach? How I love it that you trust me enough to let me see you?"

A flood of longing overwhelmed him. "No," he muttered hoarsely, "No, you haven't."

"I love the way you touch me," she breathed, licking his pale skin. "I can sense what you feel for me when you touch me." She tugged at the top button of his pants and gently, she unzipped him. She pulled the denim down his legs, exposing his already erect penis.

With a soft sound of pleasure, she wet her lips, bobbing her head to kiss the rounded head of his shaft.

At the tiny pressure, Angel hissed, his head jerking backwards.

"Now," she continued, "I'm not too good at this, because you're the only man I've ever touched, and we didn't exactly get to do this a lot." She broke off to look up at him with hot eyes. "But I'd like to learn. Can I practice?"

Angel almost swallowed his tongue. His head spun. There she was, the one thing he loved on this earth, and she was asking him if she could make love to him. He was incapable of speech right at that moment, so he just nodded.

She smiled sweetly, then grasped him in her hands. Slowly, she began to stroke him, tentatively at first, but when his hips started to jerk towards her, with more force. Cautiously, she let her tongue scrape across a bit of skin exposed by her sliding hands. His low moan encouraged her, and she licked him with the flat of her tongue, wetting him with the moisture from her mouth. He whimpered, crooning her name. And then slowly, she enveloped his hard cock with her lips, drawing him into the heat of her mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, and she let her tongue trace a pattern on the smooth underside of his turgid flesh.

Peeking up at him from underneath her eyelashes, she saw his face contorted in an expression of exquisite agony. She redoubled her efforts, bobbing her head, her mouth sliding up and down his staff, her hand reaching to fondle his balls.

Angel tried to hold back for her sake, but even he wasn't that strong.

He was raging, his need for her consuming him. "Baby, let me free so I can touch you," he growled, yanking at the chains that bound him. "Please," he begged, desperate for her, nearly incoherent from the gliding pressures of her mouth on his cock.

She nibbled on him lightly, then pulled back. "But I like it here," she complained, her tongue swiping across his tip.

"Buffy," he grated, nearly beyond control.

She sank her teeth into him delicately.

He let out a hoarse shout, and ripped the chains from the wall. He grabbed her shoulders. He was past any semblance of rational thought, in a place where all that mattered was the tight clasp of her flesh around his.

Angel pushed her back, and off balance, she twisted and landed on her hands and knees. He was on her faster than she could imagine, his hands yanking up her skirt, ripping off her panties, and then his knee was thrusting between her own, separating her legs, making room for himself. She let out a strangled screech as his fingers slid inside her, opening her ruthlessly, then that same hand took a hold of his cock and guided it to her slick heat. He gripped her hips so tightly she could feel the bruises forming underneath his fingertips, and pulled her up slightly, impaling his cock full length within her.

She moaned as he filled her. Her eyes slid shut as her hips arched back towards him. She had nearly forgotten how good he felt inside of her. How could she have forgotten this fire? "Please...Angel," she sobbed as he slammed into her, rocking her forward. Her hands braced the both of them, taking all the weight pounding her, muscles bunching under the pressure.

He was wild, fierce, unlike he had ever been with her before. She was incredibly turned on by him, melting around him, every nerve in her body craving him. He was snarling continually, grazing the nape of her neck with his sharp teeth each time he thrust.

Buffy tilted her pelvis even further, trying to entice him into her as deeply as he could go. She was trembling, keening softly, just shy of orgasm. He could feel the tremors begin deep within her, and he slid his right hand from its grip on her hip, searching through the nest of hair covering her core to find her clit. His fingertips slid a little in the sleek moisture as he rubbed the hard nub, plucking it carefully.

She wailed loudly as the pleasure swamped her, and in the instant before she exploded around him, he whispered, "I love you" in her ear. The sensation of him deep within her, invading her, combined with the pressure on her most sensitive flesh and his words, sent her into a violent orgasm. Her voice strangled in her throat, and she convulsed around him, her whole body shuddering from the pleasure's impact. Her climax triggered his, and he lunged forward, filling every inch of her as his teeth sank into the tender skin of her neck. Buffy's blood hit him hard, tearing through his body, bathing him in her love.

Even in his haze, he could hear her distressed whimper as her arms started to give out, and he grabbed her upper arms as he twisted their bodies, taking the brunt of the fall onto himself. Her body relaxed into his, and she drifted happily into peaceful oblivion.

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Some time later, Buffy floated back to earth. She was lying on the floor of the mansion, Angel blanketing her back. He was still inside her, softer now but still undeniably there. His mouth was attached to her neck, no longer feeding, but idly sucking at the mark he had made, nursing from her. His right arm pillowed her head, the other was wrapped around her waist, the manacles lying heavily on her skin.

Her eyes closed, she played with the fine hairs on his forearm. Somehow he had lost the tatters of his shirt. "Do you have any idea how much I missed you like this?"

He paused in his suckling. "I think I can guess." He rested his head against hers as his arm tightened around her. "Probably about as much as I missed you."

Quick tears rose to her eyes. "Is it ever going to get easy for us?"

"Given past events, I'd have to say probably not."

"It's so unfair, Angel."

"Unfair would be spending the rest of our lives unable to touch. That would be unfair. We can handle all the other distractions they decide to throw at us."

"As long as we're together." She let her hand cradle his, their fingers entertwining.

He kissed the back of her neck. "I made my way out of Hell to be with you. There's nothing on this earth that could keep us apart now. Not Faith, not Xander, not Giles, not Wesley..."

"Not me," she finished ruefully.

She could feel him smile. "Nothing."

"Speaking of Faith," she said, "What are we going to do with her?"

"The question is, what are *you* going to do with her? It's your call."

Buffy snuggled against him, instinctively needing contact with him to calm her. "I don't know. I just don't. We can't give up on her. She's still in there."

He eyed her head. She never gave up on someone she loved. "She hasn't been overtaken by a demon, Buffy. She's still the same person."

"But we can help her, I know we can. I won't just throw her away."

"You don't give up, do you?"

"Nope."

He hugged her tightly. "I know. And I'm so glad."

She raised his hand to her mouth and kissed the palm, nuzzling her cheek against it. "What can I say? Some things are worth fighting for."

And as she laid there, her beloved holding her tightly, she knew that was the truth.

THE END