New Game Chapter 11 /16

Sequel to Afterglow and third installment in Dive into Destiny Series

Author: T.Claybourne

Rated PG-13 to NC-17. Sex Violence and language

Pairings involve Spike /Original ( as set up in last story) Angel/ ? Wesley/? Faith /?

Thanks to my Beta, Hawera and my muses, Kurt Cobain, John Lyndon (AKA Johnny Rotten) and Joe Strummer.

Chapter 11 Sixth Man Out

Faith sat at one the stools under the granite counter top that separated the kitchen from the living area reading the newspaper, drinking a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette. The shutters were still closed, indicating that the sun was still up. Mia padded in wearing a cotton tricot camisole and a pair of panties carrying a shopping bag.

“Faith, you the only one up?”

“Yeah.”

“Here.” Mia climbed up on a stool and handed her the bag. She lit up a cigarette.

Faith looked at the bag. “What’s this?”

“Clothes. I went on a spree yesterday. I saw some stuff you’d look good in. I think I got the size right. I remember from folding laundry.”

Faith smiled, “Who’d have thought we’d be leading this life of ultimate evil but still doing laundry?”

Mia grinned at her. “Who’d have thought you and I would get stuck with the washing and drying when we are the strongest and could beat the men into doing it?”

“We have to do it, or we’d end up with who knows what size and in what colors to wear,” laughed Faith.

“Oh, yeah. Spike was always hopeless in the kitchen. Do you know, one time he put ordinary liquid dish soap in the dishwasher and he wasn’t any better in the laundry room. I don’t think becoming a demon changes that.”

“So how’d he get his clothes clean in Sunnydale all those years?” Faith put out her cigarette.

Mia laughed. “He’s good looking, Faith. He’d go to the Laundromat and charm some woman into doing them for him; I think Joyce did his laundry once in a while too.”

“Damn,… B. would have shit if she found out about Joyce.”

Faith started pulling clothing out of the shopping bag, smiling with each piece. “They’re all my style. This gift thing though, it’s not really very demon-like of you.”

“I know. I think it was the shopping, took me back to other times.”

“You ever think of your kids?”

“My what?” Mia shrugged, obviously unaffected. “I’ve got you, girl, and you’re more than any mother can handle.” She smiled and crushed out her cigarette.

Faith laughed. “I try, I try…. So, this morning, just when did the fight end and the sex begin? The slamming and banging, the breaking and shattering went on a while.”

Mia beamed at her. “Faith, that began the minute he hit me.”

Faith looked at her seriously. “That’s what you say, but he has power over you, Mia. You’d kill anyone else for doing to you what he does.”

Mia took a deep, unnecessary breath. “You’re right. He’s a weakness, but we all have them. Mine’s just platinum blond, arrogant, and oh so very, very good in bed. Too bad you never took him for that ride, and popped him like champagne. You’d know exactly what some of his power over me is.” She grinned.

Faith laughed quietly, and replied, “He told you about that?”

“Not exactly,” Mia pointed to her head. “Little flash.”

Faith moved her eyes from side to side. “How good in bed is very, very?”

Mia smiled slowly. “When I was in college, right after the turning-into-a-Slayer thing happened, I just couldn’t get a man to, we’ll say, to satisfy me. This was months before I met Spike. Well, I went and bought a vibrator. Did you ever try one of those, Faith?”

Faith shook her head. “Nope, always could pick me up a man. Don’t need to pay for batteries when you can get it for free.”

Mia looked to the ceiling and back at Faith. “Are you saying even as a Slayer the men were always able to…?”

“Ok, yes, I’ve had one. I had a vibrator.”

With a smile, Mia continued, “ So, did you ever get to that exact place where you build orgasms up, one after another, with the friction and movement so constant that it’s almost painful, but they are so good and so increasing in strength that you don’t dare move it until you had that one, the ONE orgasm that’s so big you can’t do anything but scream out; and then your hand just instinctively moves the vibrator away and while you lie there you can feel your insides still contracting on and on….?”

“Shit, Mia, you’re getting me damp just thinking about it. But I think I get it: it’s like that with Spike, one building on another?”

“No, it starts with that huge orgasm and grows from there.”

Faith just stared at her. “I can’t believe you just told me that. I’ve had good, I’ve had very good but that’s just plain fucking fantastic. Now every time I look at him I’ll be imagining that and it’ll just…”

Mia smirked, “Torture you?”

Faith laughed, “Angel’s right, you’re good at that.”

Spike came into the kitchen, barefoot and bare-chested, the top button of his jeans undone. Faith and Mia watched quietly as he walked over and poured himself a half cup of coffee and then pulled the whisky bottle from the counter and topped off his cup. He turned. “What’s up with you two?”

Still silent, they both shook their heads to indicate nothing. Spike looked at them and narrowed his eyes as he took a sip.

“You’re awfully quiet.” He grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the counter and lit up.

Mia looked at Faith and smiled. Faith smiled back, they both turned to Spike and shrugged.

Wes walked in and headed for the coffee.

“Couple of Cheshire cats you are: it got real quiet as I came in. Mia, just what did you bleeding do?”

“Nothing, baby. Your jeans are unbuttoned, and appear not to be fully zipped.”

Faith glanced at Mia and grinned. “I noticed that too.”

Spike’s eyebrow went up. “So?”

Wes chuckled. “Girls will be girls. I suspect there has been some girl talk here. The most likely subject seems to have been you, Spike.”

Spike looked flattered briefly, then accusingly at Mia. “Just what kind of girl talk?”

“The very, very good kind,” smirked Faith.

Mia cocked her head and looked coyly at him. “The kind she only gets to hear about, never to experience first hand. Faith had her chance back in Sunnydale, but she was stupid and tried hard to act like good little pre-resurrected Buffy. If she hadn’t done that maybe we could have compared notes.”

Spike stared at her, shook his head and chuckled. “Mia, you…”

“Did it to torture me,” added Faith

Spike gave a half smile, his eyebrow arching. “Well then.”

“I’m just glad I missed the conversation,” said Wesley. “So, when do we go on our outing?”

“Meet us here at midnight. Right now…” Mia hopped off her bar stool. She grasped Spike’s coffee mug and set it down, took his cigarette from his mouth and crushed it out, then grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom. “I need to fill Spike in on my conversation with Faith….in detail.”

Faith looked at the receding figures, then to Wes. “Like the white haired vampire said…” She sighed. “Well then.”

“Want to fill me in on that conversation, Faith?”

“Oh, do I, Wes. You like to learn new things, don’t you?”

“I’m always a good scholar, and was considered top of my class.”

“Thank the fucking stars.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Willow lay awake, looking at the ceiling. She had tried to think of some other spell since Xander had spilled the beans, something big enough to handle Mia and the others but she couldn’t. She’d also have to come up with some way to block anything they threw at her. She was worried about Giles too. He was far from being young and this was taking its toll on a man his age. The scary thing was to think they would most likely lose him in the fight. Physically, because of his age, he shouldn’t be in it but if they suggested that he would put up a stink for sure. Willow was trying to think of a way to help him when she heard a voice.

“Hey, last gun.”

Willow sat up to see a ghostly version of Mia. “Mia!”

“You know, I was just laying there in my bed next to Spike after some fantastic sex and I got this mental flash. It was of you. You were dressed in this leather outfit. You were pretty damn sexy both with and without your fangs. What was all that about? I bet even now, at this age, you’d make a sexy vamp. What do you think?”

“I think that since you are asleep right now, you should go and wake up and leave me alone. Go away, Mia.”

“Oh, Willow, and after I was so kind to you. How long was your hospital stay?” Mia laughed and faded.

But Willow stared at the spot where she’d been for a long time. There was something Mia had said that wasn’t sitting right with her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Spike pulled back the manhole cover.

“Ever notice how we always end up in the sewers?” asked Angel with disgust.

“You just hate it because it reminds you of when you lived as a rat all those tortured soulful years,” replied Mia.

The others laughed.

“Shut up, Mia.”

“Make me, Angel.”

He grinned. “Just what kind of an invitation is that?”

Mia rolled her eyes and shoved him into the manhole. She jumped in behind him, Spike followed, then the others.

Faith hit the ground. “That smell, what is it? You can’t tell me that is just a sewer. I’ve been in the Hellmouth sewer and it doesn’t smell like this.”

“You may want to breathe through your mouth or quit talking altogether. Seems your new vampire senses are making this trip worse on you, Faith,” stated Spike.

They worked their way through the sewer until they could hear the river nearby. Suddenly it opened into a small cave-like enclosure, lit by several dim light bulbs. An entire living room set-up filled the cave.

Mia walked forward. “Hey, honey, we’re here.”

From another area of the cave came a seven-foot man with long, raven-black hair. He was dressed in normal street clothes.

Angel stopped cold. “She didn’t”

Wes eyes got large with anticipation. “This is unbelievable, I can’t… this ancient being…. I have no words to explain how this makes me feel.”

Spike put his arms around the shoulders of each of the men. “That would be our Mia, courting death himself. Adding him to our team. He’s our sixth man out.”

Faith looked from the man to Mia and then to the guys. “Who is he?”

Mia looked at the man. “May I?”

“By all means, Mia.”

“Faith, Angel and Wes, let me formally introduce you to the god of death: Mot, also known as Mutu.”

Angel motioned around the cave. “Your life looks a little different than the last time we met.”

“So does yours,” Mot grinned at him

Angel smiled, “True enough. Where are your big ugly mud creatures?”

“Mia convinced me that I didn’t need them. And so far she has been right. I am doing fine on my own. It’s even more satisfying doing my own hunting myself. I may be a god but walking among the mortals is exhilarating, at least for now. ”

Mia looked at each of them. “So, I told you it all changed tonight. We have one last Hoorah and then we meet them on the playing field. Anyone care to guess where I want to go before we head for the big kill? And Spike, don’t even raise your hand.”