TITLE: Snaring the Black Sheep
AUTHOR: Vesica
PAIRING: Faith/Giles/Wesley
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Faith knew she was the `black sheep' Slayer and she knew they would try to win her back. How they tried was something she had never expected.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own `em. And if their owners knew what I was doing with them – I am sure they would object.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for the LJ community Buffyverse1000 and their quest to get 1000 drabbles featuring 1000 unique Buffyverse pairings.

She never knew they had it in them. The chloroformed hankie had come out of nowhere and been so unexpected, she had gasped in surprise, helping them by speeding her unconsciousness. Coming to, she was again surprised to find herself laid out on a bed, carefully covered with a blanket; no chains, no restraints.

Faith expected the Watchers to try to win her back to the side of light once it became clear she had switched sides. After that little double-cross of Angel's and Buffy's, she assumed a small army would be called in, hunt her down, and pack her off to be dealt with by the Council. She had expected deprogramming with all the perks, like torture and psychological abuse. She was ready for that.

She wasn't ready for the two men she thought she hated more than anyone giving her their full attention. Certainly not for that attention to come in the form of a no-holds-barred fuck-a-thon. The one she hated for his presumption – the idea that she should trot happily at his heels like a bitch, waiting for a scrap of attention or the next command. The other – the other she hated for a thousand reasons, most of which she wouldn't even admit to herself. She hated him for his patience, so limitless for the angelic little goody-goody Slayer, so non-existent for her; for his trust, in Buffy's means, in her motives; but mostly for the affection given so casually to his Slayer in stark contrast to his subdued wariness with her.

But now, with him focused only on her, she saw what lay behind that wariness. People could lie but their bodies always betrayed them in the end. Some twitch, some nervous reaction, or in this case the spark in Rupert Giles' eyes. It was intoxicating, that intensity, the way his eyes never left hers as his fingers moved inside her. The look alone could have made her come.

Gasping, she tightened around his fingers, the hand not clenching his shirt front matching his rhythm, mercilessly working Wesley's cock. Wes had been mostly silent thus far, obviously half-heartedly following Giles' lead. But when her hand momentarily tightened as Giles' thumb found her clit, he let out the tiniest whimper. That sound completely undid her, her world narrowing to rush of her orgasm.

Somehow through the haze, she realized they were seducing her mind more than her body. This was the deprogramming she was expecting, the attempt to bring the wayward Slayer back into the fold. They were offering what she had wanted – to drop the pretense, dominate the one and be claimed by the other. Unlike the torture the Council would have employed, this might actually work.

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