Summary: It really sucks, but I felt like getting this idea out of my head. I asked a question a couple days ago on if Angel did sleep with Faith or not. It exlpains why Faith is so fucked up, or why I think so. It's horribly far- fetched, but what USCL fic isn't?
Feedback: Puh-lease! No seriously. . please! I love feedback! It lets me know that you don't just see "Email from Groovekat" and go *tk,tk* DELETED!
Dedication: Laure, cuz I miss TEAOW&S, Teri cuz she's my Buffy Goddess, and Jess for writing me in that super-cool font. Also, for those of you who are waiting for more of the slow-moving Leather, it's on the way.

Faith straddled Angel and ground her hips down on his. "Time to meet the new boss." She said, before attacking him with a bone-breaking kiss. Angel snarled and flipped them both over, so that he was looming over her.

"So then what are we waiting for?" Angel said, his fangs grazing her neck. All that was on his mind was getting the hell out of there. He seriously doubted Faith has similar thoughts though.

"We're waiting for you to show me exactly what a demon lover can do, that a human lover can't." She purred, tugging his head up. Angel winced and let Faith raise his head for a kiss.

"We, my dear slut," he whispered, catching her bottom lip with his fangs, "we can do it better, harder, and bigger."

"You can do it bigger? That doesn't make any sense." She whispered, licking the blood drops from her lip. "Unless you wanna. . explain it to me." Angel felt himself grow hard, more from her licking the blood, than from Faith herself. As Faith tugged at his belt, Angel realized there was no way he was getting out of this. His still heart contracted as he thought of what this would do to Buffy. What it would do to him. He had no illusions that sex with Faith would give him a milli-second of contentment, but he was sure it would give Buffy and him, as a couple, a lifetime of pain. The fact that he actually cared for Faith, wasn't helping him now either. "Shit." He muttered, and ripped Faith's plastic shirt off. She grinned and wrapped her knees to his side, and flipped over, pinning him.

"I have this thing about being on top." She said, yanking his pants down. Her eyes widened as Angel kicked them off. "Bigger is damn right." Faith whispered.

Angel snarled in revulsion and desire. Having sex with Faith was never part of the deal, but being her friend wasn't wither. Knowing what she was going through and created a sick bond, and he was eager to get rid of it. Angel had already decided that if it did come to this, she wouldn't like it. Bad sex wasn't Angel's specialty, but neither was acting.

She liked to be on top, too damn bad. He ripped off her pants as she whipped her bra over her head. "Like anything you see?" Her body, so much like Buffy's, disconcerted him. High, round breasts, flat stomach, long shapely legs. He shook his head and with true anger, shoved her off of him. She cried out and fell beside him. Angel ran a clawed hand from her muscular shoulders, down her silky back, to the soft curve of her derriere. Faith struggled at first, but laid back to enjoy the soft caressing. When Angel moved to position himself behind her, he felt Faith start to panic.

"What I said about being on top, I meant it Angel, get off." Angel twisted her hair violently and brought her head up.

"Do you think I give a fuck what you want?" With that he opened her thighs and swiftly plunged into her. Faith screamed loudly, the sound reverberating through the large mansion. Angel had heard enough screams in his life to know this was one of fear. Did she think he would kill her now, of all the times, he thought incredulously?

As her struggles increased and her cries became louder, Angel only moved faster within her, knowing that was what Angelus would do. The screams was an aphrodisiac to his demon, turning his body on, while his mind was repulsed.

Within a few minutes Faith's screams had turned to sobs, and her struggles weakened. "Damn bitch." He panted harshly." You really do like to be on top huh?" He slammed her head against the cold floor and laughed at her cry. She mumbled something against the marble tile as Angel slid out of her, and slammed back in. "What was that? I didn't hear you whore." He ignored the guilt that tugged at him for treating her this way and slammed her head against the marble again.

She mumbled something again, her face hidden in the crook of her arm. "What did you say bitch!" He snarled, each word punctuated by a vicious thrust.

Faith rose her head a few inches and screamed hoarsely, "Daddy NO!"

Angel paused as Faith's sobs shook her anew. Why hadn't he seen it. He thought, coldness washing through him. The bitter attitude, her treatment of Xander, even the demand to be on top. She wanted to control the act that had ruined her life.

The disgust, and even a small measure of hate that had taken hold of Angel, dissipated. It was replaced with pity, revulsion for the man who had fucked up her life, and warmth. Nobody deserved what had obviously happened to Faith, and it wasn't a mystery why she turned out how she did.

Slowly, he slid out of her and turned her around. She looked up at him wide-eyed, tearful, and afraid.

Without a word, Angel hugged her to him, and rolled over, so she was sprawled on top. "What. . why are you. . ." Angel silenced her with a soft kiss, and gently took hold of her hips, raising them up, and bringing her down onto him. "My gift for releasing me." He lied, thrusting into her slowly.

She smiled, wiping away her tears with one hand, and placing the other on his chest. Angel could almost taste the desire that rushed through her.

He kept her slow, deep rhythm perfectly, delighting in the sounds she made. He closed his eyes and thoughts of Buffy assualted him. He growled and forced them out. He would feel guilty later, as of now, he would enjoy.

He felt Faith shudder as she moved faster, rubbing her aching clit against him. "Angel. . Angel. ." She babbled, arching against him. He increased the tempo as she came, clenching around him. Angel exploded into her, the slight tremors shaking his body. The pleasure washed through him quickly, but lasted much longer for Faith. She rolled off of him, still shuddering. She was quiet for a minute, as was Angel, but jumped up a second later. She shook on her clothes in record time and barely looked at him. "So you wanna meet him or what." She said curtly. He jumped up and grabbed her head, kissing her roughly.

"What happened won't happen again. So be thankful bitch." He was rewarded by a swift kick in the balls.

"Gee thanks." She grinned, relieved that they were back on even ground.

Angel gasped in un-needed air and grabbed for his pants. Why, he thought painfully, did women like kicking Angelus in the balls.