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Summary: What if Xander impregnated Faith? AU Not Wood friendly.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Action/Adventure > Faith-Centered(Current Donor)KCollFR181945,131157941,55410 Jul 1222 Jan 13Yes

Chapter One

Title: Actions & Consequences
Rating: R (For Language later)
Relationships: X\F
Story: Action\Adventure
Feedback: In lieu of a Faithbot yeah.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters just worship at their altar. All the characters contained within this story belong to Mutant Enemy.
Credits: Koos, this is your fault.
Summary: Every action has a consequence.


Actions & Consequences

1700 BC. Mesopotamia

Mallac hurried across the compound, the sweltering heat from the sun blazing down on him not warming his chilling blood. Finally he reached his destination, the compound’s largest tent, pushing aside the opening he entered then dropped to his hands and knees, pressing his nose to the sand and his eyes looking firmly downwards. “It has happened, Belar has died?”

His master’s voice usually so confident and assured trembled with the emotion of the moment, a moment that would shape the world. “The prophet has died,” he confirmed, his own tone hushed with respect.

“And he spoke?”

Mallac risked looking up at his master, a manoeuvre that when executed without permission would usually see him punished for his impudence. He saw a tall, gaunt-featured man with dusky skin, a wiry iron-grey beard that hung down to his waist, and strong, intimidating brown eyes. “He spoke,” he confirmed.

His lord pursed his lips before irritably slapping at one of the many flies flying around his head. It was rumoured his lord never bathed for fear that the water might wash away his holiness. Mallac didn’t know if it was true but when his sister had marked her rite of womanhood by the first bleeding and been given to their lord for her first night as was the law she’d stunk so much afterwards that he hadn’t cared to be with her for almost a week afterwards. And she was a rare beauty. After a few seconds the camp leader spoke. “And his words, they were written down?”

“In the prescribed manner sir,” Mallac nodded. “On a young girl’s skin with her virgin blood.”

“Then let me see them.” He wordlessly passed the parchment over. His master read the writings, muttering under his breath as he did so. Finally he looked up, his usual piercing gaze replaced by a look of confusion. “This doesn’t make any sense,” his leader commented. “’From a Slayer’s womb?’ There can only be one Slayer, shouldn’t it read the Slayer? And Slayers are virgin warriors, champions, unsullied by the touch of man. And what is the mention of a good vampire, what foolishness is this?”

“What do you wish us to do mi’ lord?” Mallac once again lowered his head to the ground in readiness to receive his chief’s instructions. ”Command and we will obey.”

His lord nodded. “Then this is what I Abu Kali order. On this day, the Order of Kali, the Kalians is formed, from this day we will watch the Slayer line and when they come we will be ready. And when they do they, and the world, will be ours!”

1999 AD. Sunnydale, California.

Xander’s heart pounded as the sultry Slayer approached him, her gypsy-brown eyes filled with invitation. She couldn’t mean it could she? She actually wanted him? He never thought in his wildest dreams that his first time would be with somebody like her. He moaned slightly as the brunette smiled and ran her hand down his body to his crotch. “I'm suddenly *very* up. It's just, um,” he grinned sheepishly. “I've never been up with people before.” God, this was embarrassing.

Suddenly Faith grabbed his jaw and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue plunging into his mouth with expertness that neither Cordy nor Will could have matched. “Just relax... And take your pants off.”

She started to drag his shirt and jacket off, her eyes hungry with desire. God, she actually wanted him.

“Those two concepts are antithetical,” he babbled. How could something he wanted so much at the same time be so terrifying?

Faith laughed before throwing his clothes onto the grubby hotel floor. What was she doing living in a place like this anyhow? This was wrong, did the G-Man know? She should be-.

His thoughts were interrupted when the raven-haired beauty pulled him into a passionate embrace, kissed him savagely, and threw him down onto the bed. After giggling the Bostonian Slayer jumped up onto the bed and straddled him. His eyes widened as Faith dragged off her own shirt, oh lordy he’d hit the jackpot. “Don't worry. I'll steer you around the curves.”

1999 AD. Sunnydale California

Xander shook his head, that wasn’t he meant. “No. N-n-n-n-no, that's not it.”

Faith smirked. “*I* know what this is all about.” The brunette crowded him, forcing him backwards. “You just came by here,” she ran her fingers down his face. God, even as scared he was right now her touch was intoxicating, like heroin to an addict. “'Cause you want another taste, don't you?”

Xander shook his head. “No! I mean, it was nice. It was great. It was kind of a blur. But, okay, some day, sure, yay, but not now. Not like this.”

Faith grabbed his hand forcing it onto her body, although truth be told he didn’t resist much. “More like how then? Lights on or off? Kinks or vanilla?”

Finally he found the strength of will to pull away. “Faith, come on. I came here to help you.” He looked her in the eye so she could see his sincerity. “I thought we had a connection.”

Faith laughed, not the reaction he’d been looking for. Suddenly she was lifting him by his shirt and throwing him onto the bed before jumping on him, a maniac, terrifying, smile on her face. “You wanna feel a connection? It's just skin.” The buttons on his shirt flew off as she tore it open. “I see... I want... I take.” The brunette slammed her lips onto his with a frightening ferocity. “I forget.” Even as she spoke her hands rubbed his chest and shoulders.

Xander managed a nervous denial. “No. No, wait. It was more than that.” It was wasn’t it?

Faith didn’t seem to have heard his words; instead her eyes gleamed with a lust he’d only previously seen on blood-thirsty vampires. “I could do anything to you right now, and you want me to. I can make you scream.” The brunette began to slide her tongue over and around his face before returning her attention back to his lips, kissing him forcefully, seizing his lower lip between her teeth and pulling at it, gnawing down on it. Suddenly she pulled away, her eyes alight with excitement. “I could make you die.”

She kissed him again. Then suddenly her hand was around his throat, squeezing, her lips never moving from his. Xander reached up with one hand to try to push her away while attempting to pry her hand from his neck with his other, but it was futile, like pushing against stone. He vaguely felt Faith’s other hand join the other around his neck and then he lost consciousness.
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