Title: Apocalypse Now Revisited

Author: Nix

E-Mail: nix_ni1@yahoo.com

Feedback: Pleeease.

Rating: NC-17.

Pairing: F/D.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, and whoever else can stick me with a major owwie.

It was a dirty mudslinging hoedown with a mandatory moral check-in policy at the door. Everyone choked on regurgitated fact-turned-falsities, each word was smothered in thick creamy shards of embellishments with all the plastic trimmings. As soon as the door chimed open-shut the distilled crunch of an arid protest curdled at the flat of a vowel. Dawn wiggled her toes as she stepped out of one rubber boot specially catalogued for sewer perusal. Muck and caked sludge crusted at the soles with every wisp of movement. "Okay," she breathed, kicking her other foot free. "What'd I miss? I'm thinking major fall out with a side of spit?"

Faith clunkered to a halt at her shoulder and tossed a grime dipped axe onto the table. Giles cringed at the catty scrape of metal and splintering wood. "Aah, the weekly spat," she chided, scooching into a vacant seat, still slightly toasty from the last occupant. "Plenty of demon scat, not a whole lot of anything else. I don't think we're dealing with Guerran demons anyhow, but if the shit starts sprouting bite sized hell spawns, I'm not going back with a pooper scooper. Let's just hope it's biodegradable."

Dawn frowned before piping up with, "Scat? As in ..."

Faith bobbed her head and Dawn lurched forward, digging into the tile as she shot towards the restroom with an irked mewl. The slayer shrugged, and leaned into the chair. "She toppled over the ladder and landed in a heap of it, I told her it was mud 'cause, y'know, her face was turning all shades of green," she drawled.

Giles sighed, rubbed at his temples and closed his eyes. "Back to square one," he muttered and turned to Willow. "Could you possibly supervise the research for an hour or so? I think I'll call the council and speak to the curator of the demon subdivision."

Willow perked up. "Me? Head research girl? Header of the, the research department? Taking the reigns, manning the rudder of evildoer knowledge, trivia goodness--," a yawning gap slipped into her abridged acceptance speech, "--okay!"

Giles grabbed his coat and left with a stuffy, "Very well."

Willow inspected her crew. There was Xander, with puffs of powdered sugar around his mouth and gofer mauled donut in a vice grip, head dipping into a book as he snored a sing-song breeze in slumber; Anya, tending to her nails and perpetually glued behind the cash register; Buffy, shooting worried glances in the direction of the bathroom while lustfully eyeing Faith and trying to look conspicuous. And yeah, there was Faith, slumped against the table, and gazing longingly at Buffy.

"Buffy!" Screeched Dawn from somewhere in the vicinity of the training room. "Could you bring me some Lysol and half a cup of Windex?"

Buffy blinked dumbly and pushed off the table to slide out of her seat. "Oooh boy," she murmured, swiping the Magic Box with her eyes in search of the can of disinfectant, and finally settling on a bottle of cleaning solution. "Dawn, there's no Lysol!"

"What do we have then?" she bleated in exasperation.

"It's a toss up between Pinesol and Mr. Clean."

"Sounds good!" She confirmed.

Buffy scowled and reached for the bottles. "Can't you wait until we get home, there's Mr. Bubbles and a purple rubber duckie in the tub. What if this stuff gives you skin cancer or flakes?" She grimaced, but started for the back anyway.

"Buffy," she implored. "I've probably got a whole bunch of yucky evil organisms squiggling over my polyester and cotton top, trampling through the fiber with schemes of getting to my skin and overthrowing my immune system!"

The blonde made a face and simpered all the way to her sister with a huff, "Fine!"

"Cyrillic!" Yelped Willow. "Cyrillic! I'm such a dropout ...," she fluttered a nervous smile at the brunette, "No offence to yee of actual dropoutiness 'cause I feel your pain, I mean, I wish to feel your pain 'cause it can't be easy--actually I don't really mix well with pain in, in big amounts, or, or small amounts ... so, Cyrillic, ha!" She gulped. "Could you hand me the blue book on the bottom shelf?"

"Sure shit, Red," muttered Faith, slipping out of her seat to fetch the hefty volume. "So, this is gonna tell us about the impending Dawn-centric apocalypse?"

"Darn toootin'," she answered, nabbing the text from the brunette and flipping through the taut, crispy pages. After a few tense minutes of concentrated flipping and a few loud clangs from the consumer's restroom, Willow's external audio commentary popped on, "Woo, whoever wrote this was big on death and destruction, and fire with an extra helping of brimstone," she frowned, and then perked up a second later, "There's something about the key in here."

Buffy straightened out her blouse and parked her body next to Willow's so she could loom over the hotbed of research. "Good news?" she asked skeptically.

"I think so, but no promises," breathed the redhead, whisking her eyes a few paragraphs down.

"The prophecy says that the key's true form will save us from Doom's Day," she bit her lip, scanned down the next page, and eeped.

"What's wrong, Wills?" prodded Buffy, leaning forward.

She blushed, and glanced down at her lap. "A-according to this, the key must lose its, um, innocence," she said. "The purity keeps it bound, like some whacky mystical chastity belt."

"Oh." Buffy's eyes widened. "Oh. But there's gotta be another way, right? Something we can do to work around it?"

Willow shook her head. "I don't know, Buffy, the text is very specific," she explained. "I mean, there are more than a few pages about the key engaging in all kinds of colorful acts of fornication, you can't state it any more bluntly without getting into explicit maneuvers and visual aide pamphlets, especially in the circa it was written."

"Well, what am I supposed to do, Wills?" Buffy sighed and plopped down on the edge of the table, before,"Ooh! What about ma--, y'know?"

The redhead shook her head, and Faith struggled with a laugh as she spoke, "That doesn't count, B! I'm sure Dawn's done a solo or two and surprise, surprise no mystical release, just a regular one."

They turned to the brunette and scowled, speaking in unison, "Faith? Shut up!"

"Done," she groused, dropping her head down to the desk.

"So, I guess that's it," mumbled Buffy. "Dawn gets a taste of what it's like to whore herself out for the sake of humankind," her voice was bitter. "I-I think I should do it, I mean, I'm the slayer, it's my job to ward off any impending apocalypses." She stared at the floor.

"Not the only one, B," husked Faith, trying not to sound too excited. "I think it would be less traumatizing for her, y'know? With you being related and all."

Willow nodded, solemnly adding, "And Dawn totally has a thing for Faith. Puppy love is so cute."

Buffy frowned at the brunette's cocky grin. "She has a thing for Faith?"

"No doo-doo, Sherlock. Dawn happens to turn into a babbling maroon with flashing moon eyes," she said matter-of-factly. "It was just a factor of observation and making the deduction."

Dawn popped out of the back . "There are deductions being made? Good ones, hopefully," she spoke.

Buffy gave her a wobbly smile," You bet, Dawnie."

The girl nodded at her sister and sat down next to Faith. "I'm all pine needle fresh now," she said, and then pointed at Faith," But you still owe me for the whole thing!"

"How about we go out tomorrow? We'll do some 24 hour bonding, you can spend the night at my place if big sis says it's okay," she answered slyly, inching away from the blonde's death glare.

"Buffy!" Whined Dawn. "Can I? Pleaaaase?"

"Dawn," started the blonde. "I don't know--"

"Please?" she cut her off. "I'll do the laundry for a month! Please?"

Buffy glanced at Willow, pursing her lips when the redhead gave her an encouraging nod. "Okay," she said through clenched teeth.

"Yes! I love you so much!" She squealed, pawing her sister into a bear hug, before abruptly grabbing Faith's hand and tugging her towards the exit, while yelling out a brief goodbye.

Faith hesitated by the door. "Whoa, Dawnie, why the eager beaver routine?" she asked, brushing off the younger girl's hands.

"This is like mandatory pre-bonding brain cluster time," she informed, retaking Faith's hand. "And besides, research duty is so boring." With a quick reassuring smile she manhandled the slayer all the way back to Rovello Drive with minimal fuss.

* * * * *

The next day Buffy paced around the living room in consistent loops, varying in steps and panicky expressions. She chewed on her lip and occasionally glanced up at the ceiling when she heard Dawn puttering around in the bathroom. This is so wrong, she groaned to herself. I'm letting Faith seduce my little sister. Shouldn't I feel bad? She glanced at the clock dangling from the wall, and whimpered when the doorbell chimed.

Dawn skittered down the stairs, jumping the last two steps, and beating Buffy to the door, huffing and puffing against the wooden frame for a breath, before composing herself and coolly opening it. She smiled a 100-watt smile, and her stomach gushed with rumbly butterflies.

"Faith!" She greeted, giving her a drawn out hug.

"Hey, Dawnie," she replied, squeezing back, before tipping her head at Buffy. "B."

The blonde forced a small smile and stalked into the kitchen. "Come in, sit down, eat breakfast," she said, it wasn't a question, it was a cleverly veiled threat. "It's jam packed with byproducts and meaty goodness!"

Faith sat down at the counter and glanced at the breakfast items. "Twinkies and Slim Jims? B, you shouldn't have," she snorted. "C'mon, Dawn, let's eat up before B starts force feeding us."

Buffy shoved at Faith softly and protested, "Nuh uh! Twinkies and Slim Jims are good sources of iron or something! There was this guy that lived to be 103, and all he ate was Twinkies and Slim Jims, I saw it on Oprah!"

"Right," drawled the brunette, tearing into a package. "Like I want to live to be 103 anyway, wrinkles are so hot."

Dawn snickered and idly sipped on some juice, before giving Buffy googly puppy eyes, and pleading, "Can we go now? Please?"

"All right, all right! Shoo," she dismissed them. "Try not to get arrested, okay?" she called after them worriedly as they stumbled onto the porch.

They walked a ways down, giggling and talking about anything. "So, where are we going first?" asked Dawn.

"Back to my place for a bit," informed Faith, wriggling into the next few steps as a few horny jitters slipped by.

Dawn frowned. "Did you forget something?"

"No."

"Is there a really cool surprise waiting for me?"

Faith flushed. "Something like that," she stammered. "I promise you'll like it."

"Really?" Dawn persisted.

"Yep."

* * * * *

They sat on the couch in a weird hush, and finally, Dawn downed enough nerve to ask, "Okay, what's going on here?"

"What?" rasped Faith. "Nothing! Why?"

"Apart from the weirdness, and the way you're chugging down shooters like pink lemonade?" she sniped. "I'm not an idiot."

Faith snuffed her last cigarette and rubbed her clammy palms on the seams of her pants. "I, well, you're pretty is all, Dawnie," she husked. "I just wanted to tell you that I've noticed you, and maybe, I think you've noticed me too?"

Dawn bit back a squeak as the rumbly butterflies morphed into savage hummingbirds. "Yes," she blurted. "Yes, I have, I do ... notice you too, that is. I didn't think that--," she looked away.

"No, no, it's okay, Dawn," whispered Faith. "Look at me. Please, Dawnie? Just look at me, okay?"

* * * * *

Willow peeked outside, there were dirt flecked clouds hanging overhead and something was moving closer, she could feel it. She squinted her eyes when she caught a glimpse of movement up ahead, gaping when an army of scabby demons toting big honking slice-and-dice widgets stomped closer in one tar colored blur of choreographed chaos. The early stages of the full blown apocalypse had commenced.

* * * * *

Dawn cautiously peered at Faith with pretty glistening eyes, and smiled. "This is happening, right?" she asked.

Faith's breath hitched, and she choked on her thrumming heart, which had managed to creep up her throat, but was able to murmur a,"Yes."

"It better be," she mumbled, easing closer to the slayer so their knees bumped and their warmth fused together, until she could comfortably press her lips against Faith's.

The innocent kiss made her moan, and she didn't hesitate to tug Dawn into her, and taste the younger girl's lips with her tongue. She slipped her hand under the hem of Dawn's shirt and rubbed soft, shallow circles across her tummy with her finger pads. Each brush across the silky soft skin made the younger girl shudder and wiggle in Faith's lap. Faith kissed her chastely and pulled away, milking the fire ember glow in Dawn's eyes as she eased the top over her belly button and abdomen, up over her breasts and hard nipples, shimmying it free, and tossing the blouse on the floor.

Faith kissed the edge of her bra and unclasped it, letting it drop on the floor. She flushed as her own hot wetness seeped across her inner thighs, Dawn looked hot, topless, and blushing on her lap, swollen lips eeked open and pulsating pupils pounding with want. She flicked a nipple with her thumb and groaned when Dawn arched into her hands. The younger girl ground down into her, and when she felt the heat of her sopping pussy aching against her leg she snapped, and flipped Dawn onto her back, sinking down on her knees in front of the girl's spread legs. "Shh, Dawn," she hushed when she started to protest. "Let me do this, please? I want to."

Dawn popped her eyes shut and nodded. She could feel Faith's hands burning into her thighs as she flipped her skirt higher and hastily pulled her panties down over her cunt, she was dripping. Faith pushed her mouth against her slit, and wiggled her tongue in hard swipes. "Aahh," Dawn hissed, pushing back with her hips, it felt so good. Faith's mouth was hot and slippery as it slid across her pussy, and suckled on her clit. And she tensed when Faith rasped two fingers over her hole, easing the tips into the tightness as she slicked her tongue over Dawn's nummy folds.

"Faith," she gasped. "Ooh, God! Push it in, Faith, pleease, Faith. I want you inside of me, fucking me."

The brunette grunted and thrust into her, lapping faster when she heard Dawn's hoarse whine. The girl began to buck against her hand, helping slide the fingers in and out of her cunt with each delicious rock and wiggle. Her body buckled, and something hot popped in her belly, and shot out through her pussy, making her shout with each convulsing squeeze around Faith's fingers. She came, and she came, and she begged Faith not to stop.

* * * * *

Buffy's nose twitched as Willow shoved her through the rear threshold, and she sneezed. "Have you been burning incense again?" she sniffled.

"I did a protection spell," sighed Willow. "Just look! There are oodles of demony warriors marching down the street!" She ushered her to the bay window and waited quietly while Buffy rustled a few curtains over and glanced outside, anticipating the worst.

"There's nothing out there, Will," she grumbled.

The redhead jumped and looked through the window. "I swear it was all apocalypse-y when I got here!" she whined. "And, and the clouds were all heavy and black, real creepy omen-y type things! And now the sun's poking through and everything is all happy and shiny ... you think Dawn and Faith--?"

Buffy wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, Wills, I think they did," she paused, and nodded towards the backyard. "Come on, let's work on our tans, you can rub some oil on my back, and then I'll do you, okay?"

Willow smiled. "Sure, Buffy."

The door shoved open and a greenish pink demon toppled onto the ground, slapping at the swarms of jiggling, hissing pouches growing on his back. He had time to peek at the slayer before popping like a thick balloon, spewing jets of goop across the carpet. Buffy scowled.

"Was that one of them?"

Willow nodded and they edged around the mess. "Sunscreen?"

"I can't wait to clean that off the carpet," mumbled Buffy, as she followed Willow out.

* * * * *

Faith nipped Dawn's clit and pulled herself back onto the couch, draping Dawn against her body with a grin. "That was beautiful, Dawnie," she said.

"Did you see all the colors too?" she asked sleepily. "I think that was me, it felt like I was floating."

She nodded. "I saw it too. Mmm, I felt it too, it made me cum," she rasped. "That was your energy, Dawn, what the key is all about."

Dawn snuggled into her. "Maybe being a freak isn't so bad."

* * * * *

Faith and Dawn were still AWOL when Buffy called a Scooby meeting to explain the happenings of the day, and Xander blushed every time she mentioned Dawn or Faith after filling them in on the fornication. "So, what? We had another Apocalypse Now Revisited moment?" asked Xander. "And I missed it?"

"Yep," answered Buffy.

He cursed. "Frigging' typical," he muttered. "I always miss the exciting stuff!"

"So ... movies?"

End