Buffy and Faith heard the screams long before they saw what was causing them...  They raced through the graveyard, pelting past tombs and crypts until they came to one crypt whose door was standing open. The screams were coming from inside. There seemed to be two voices, shrilly caterwauling in horror and disgust. They paused for only a second to glance at one another, resolve firming their features; then they burst inside.

Two figures writhed on the stone floor, frantically batting and slapping at thousands of tiny beetles that swarmed over them. Firelight glinted off of their iridescent carapaces and the sound of thousands of tiny shells sliding past one another was dry and whispery. The screams of the two figures was lessening, their struggles slowing.

“What the fuck are those!” Faith yelled as she looked over at Buffy.

“Don’t know, don’t care, those people are in trouble,” Buffy responded, ready to spring into action.

Faith looked at the multitude of insects with disgust and as Buffy was about to start forward, she stilled the Slayer with an upraised hand.

“Buffy, exactly how do you plan on fighting these things?  Do you happen to have a giant size can of Raid handy?”

Caught by the desire to act and the realization the Faith’s words were right, Buffy looked desperately around the crypt for the source of the strange bugs and that was when she saw the circles of sand, candles, cryptic chalk marks and a large stone urn.

"Over there!" Buffy pointed.

The two Slayers watched more beetles pour over the lip of the jar and scurried over towards the pulsing mass of insects that shrouded the two people on the floor.

“It’s got to be some kind of spell!  We have to destroy that, that—vase thing!” She pointed towards the urn, “Look, cover my back and I’ll try to smash the vase and you keep the bugs off me”.

“Sure thing...  Lord knows how much I love fighting bugs.” Faith swallowed past her rising gorge.

She’d always had a “thing” about bugs; too often she’d had to deal with cockroaches and other creepy-crawlies at some of the dives she’d stayed in. Buffy had probably never had to squish a cockroach in her entire lily white, middle-class life.  She just hoped that Buffy was right and that they'd be able to break the spell by destroying the urn, otherwise... She shuddered and rolled her eyes, moving close behind the other girl. Buffy took off her jacket and held it in front of her and as soon as she stepped over the line of the sand circle the bugs, which had been ignoring her until now, scuttled busily in her direction. She began to sweep her coat back and forth, clearing a path to the urn, but it rapidly became futile. The beetles swarmed towards her, circling behind the two girls, mindlessly intent on their target.

“Hurry the fuck up Buffy!” Faith frantically screamed, trying to stomp the bugs with her boots, but she began to skid and slip on the masses of crunched beetles beneath them.

“Oh, God!  This is gross!  Give me a plain old Polgara demon any day,” Buffy added as she darted forward and lifted up the jar, raised it above her head as she prepared to smash it and that was when the Beetles raced up her arms searching for her flesh.

Buffy's attention was drawn to Faith’s revolting cries behind her and she turned to see the other girl, swatting and flailing at the beetles that were crawling up her legs!  Then she quickly threw down the urn and watched it shatter on the ground beneath her!  Shards of stone skittered across the floor in a burst of eerie light and Buffy could feel the rush of magic... before it began to fade.  The spell had been broken and the crypt echoed with the sound of a thousand dead and dying beetles on the floor.

“Faith are you — ouch!” Buffy cried when one last tenacious beetle that had reached the neckline bit her naked flesh, causing a sharp pain followed by lingering warmth.  Her hand closed around the insect reflexively and crushed it, smearing goo all over her hand.  She gagged and wiped her hand on her pants.

“Jesus! Jesus, they’re all over me!” she heard Faith's panicky voice and forgot her own disgust, rushing over to her to help.  She brushed off the last of the dead insects and grabbed Faith’s arms stilling her.

“Faith! Faith — listen!  They’re dead; you don’t have any bugs on you.” Buffy screamed at Faith, whose brown eyes still shined with terror. “Look, don’t wig on me now, we have to check on those people,” Buffy added and Faith nodded dumbly while she shuddered.

Both slayers walked over to the two prone figures nervously.

“Are they dead?” Faith asked.

“I don’t think so — look!” Buffy pointed.

The two slayers watched as the figures stirred and struggled from underneath the masses of dead insects.  Staggering, the teenaged boy stood up and turned to haul up the younger teenaged girl beside him.  They looked dazed as they brushed the last few beetles from themselves.

“Wha... what happened?” the boy asked, confused.

Faith’s fear and loathing sparked into anger and she blasted the pair.  "What a fucking looser!  What the fuck do you think happened?!?  You were covered in godammed bugs!  God, what were you two doing?” Faith shouted with anger, stressing her North Boston accent.  Loser became loosah, God was Gawd.  She stood fists knotted, breathing heavy, glaring at the two teens.

Buffy sensed Faith’s rage was rising from her shame and embarrassment, given she was clearly afraid of the bugs, so she placed a gentle restraining hand on her companion’s arm.

“It’s okay, Faith.” she quietly responded before turning back to the teens. “I know you right?” She asked the boy, “You go to Sunnydale High?”

The teenaged boy turned his glazed eyes towards her, “Yeah, I’m Jeff..." he started to say before swallowing and started over again.   "I'm Jeff Pruitt, this is Nancy”

Buffy saw the girl was equally as shaken as she swayed back and forth beside the boy.

"Nancy goes to Kent Prep,” the boy finished.

Then Nancy ran into Jeff's arms and hugged him tightly as Jeff nuzzled her hair.

“What were you two doing” Buffy prodded, “Magic?”

“Nothing really...  Just some…stuff.  Messing around... you know,” Jeff replied as Nancy began a trail of kisses down her boyfriend's neck.  Jeff hugged her to him tightly and made it clear that he was enjoying her attention, stroking her breasts in response.

Appalled at their teenaged groping, Faith muttered “Get a room, why don’tcha?”, shaking her head in confusion.  She couldn't figure the teens out...  Less than a minute ago they were covered in thousands of fricken’ bugs and now they were acting like they couldn’t wait to get into the back seat of Daddy’s car!  Then she looked over at Buffy, who responded by shrugging her shoulders, as if to say; 'Don’t ask me, I don’t get what’s going on either.'

Faith rolled her tense shoulders and stalked away.  She still felt creeped out by the bugs, but she made her away around the crypt anyway, to make sure this was really over.  By the time she had completed, she noticed Jeff and Nancy disappearing through the door.

“Did they fess up as to what they were doing?" she asked Buffy.

“No, they remained the incoherent horn-dogs you saw earlier.  I was afraid if I kept talking to them they’d start dry humping right there in front of me, so I let them go.  We can catch up with Jeff at school if there’s any major problem," Buffy replied.

"Swell," Faith whispered.

"I say we head back to the library and give Giles and Wesley the what’s-what about this whole deal,” Buffy added.

Absently, Buffy rubbed her arms, feeling strangely peculiar.  The air in the crypt was too hot and close and she was desperate to get outside and cool off.  She thought she might tell Giles that one of those bugs bit her as she scratched at the spot.  Her clothes felt itchy and uncomfortable and quite suddenly, she felt a powerful wild urge to peel off her top and bra and let the cool night air caress her breasts!  'Jeeze, did the Jeff and Nancy show really have an impact on me?' she asked herself, wondering what had gotten into her.

“S’up B? You’re awfullt quiet,” Faith asked, startling Buffy from her fantasies.  She couldn’t recall exactly what she’d been thinking but baased on the impressions of heat and sweaty skin she felt underneath her clothes, she began to wonder.  She stared hard at Faith, but didn't answerer her while Faith just stared back at her in confusion.  It was then that she looked at Faith differently...  Faith was wearing one of her usual “stalk and slay” outfits with the tight leather pants that showcased a tiny slice of belly.  She chewed on her lower lip when she felt another sudden compulsion to drop down on her knees and run her tongue over that scrap of tender flesh.  Idly she thought, I wonder what her skin tastes like and she could feel her mouth water at the thought.  Then it 'hit' her, feeling shock at her steamy thoughts.

“N-nothing, just tired I guess,” she whispered, blushing heatedly at her lie.

Faith watched her puzzled; but not oblivious.  She knew damn well what Buffy was staring at, but this was the last thing she expected from Buffy.  "Are you okay?  You look a little flushed,” she asked, and Buffy shook her head 'yes' in response.  It was blantantly obvious that Buffy was nervous.

Faith narrowed her eyes to look more closely and noticed the signs...  Heaveier breathing... the pitching of her small breasts... the almost agitated actions... and the redness around her neck.  'Oh my God!  Little ole’ Buffy is horny as all!  But why?  She'd be the first to admit that slaying patrol always played on her pussy, but they hadn't had much slaying action tonight... and you certainly couldn't count the bugs.

She couldn't supress a smile at the thought of Buffy in this condition, knowing her only recourse for relief would be to bring herself off.  She caught Buffy staring fixedly at her breasts as they lifted and fell with her breath... and this only delighted her further!  Fuck me!  Buffy’s actually got it so bad that she’s checking me out!  But that didn't make sense either... as Buffy was straight.  At least she thought she was straight.  Did Buffy know that she was 'Bi'?  Faith began to feel a slippery warmth between her legs at the thought of Buffy being aroused by her, so she put an extra sway into her hips and arched her back more to display herself more prominently for her.

Buffy was in agony... sexual agony.  She was painfully aroused by the sight and smell of Faith and it didn't make sense!  'What’s wrong with me!' she asked herself, knowing that she didn't like girls in that way.  Her thoughts were in turmoi, but every time she tried to chastise herself for her thoughts, she sank into the morass of desire.  Quite clearly, she now ached for Faith and longed to crush her body against Faith's soft skin.  Not even Angel ever got her worked up like this!  Miserable, provoked and half mad with lust, she watched Faith’s hips rolling like oiled ball bearings under her tight leather pants.

Deep down she knew she shouldn't be, because she knew that Buffy was clearly out of character, but she couldn't help feel an enjoying from teasing Buffy.  She was plotting other ways to get the blonde even more stirred up when she thought she felt something moving on her back.

“There’s a beetle still on me! Get it off!” She cried out, spinning around as she crazily swiped her back.

For a moment Buffy watched her contortions with a dazed and sultry gaze, until the panic in the other Slayer’s voice penetrated her hazy fog.  Buffy leaped forward and pulled Faith’s jacket off and tossed it on the ground.  The two girls lurched forward and Faith found herself pressed up against the cool marble of a headstone. She felt Buffy’s tiny hands tugging at her clothing, then tearing her shirt down the back!  Buffy’s hands searched the smooth paleness of Faith’s back, quartered only by the straps of the black bra she was wearing.  There was no evidence of a beetle.

“There’s nothing there, Faith. You’re imagining things,” Buffy finally whispered, while she couldn't help take the opportunity to slowly stroke Faith's skin. Gradually, her strokes lengthened and slowed, and clearly became intimate... but Faith didn't say a word, pretending to be trapped against the gravestone.  Faith's ruined shirt flapped against her shoulders before Buffy worked it off of her completely, feeling more aroused for Faith than she ever felt before for anybody in her life and she couldn't help herself when she sneaked her hand around to cup one of Faith's breasts.

Faith groaned in response, feeling little puffs of heated breath on her back and shoulders.  Buffy’s mouth was so unbearably close to her skin that the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in gooseflesh... and although the material of the bra detracted from Buffy's touch, the act in itself was making her cream..

“Listen Buffy," she whispered, basking in Buffy’s touch, but before she could say anything more, Buffy crushed her breasts against her naked back while her hand left her breast... traveled down the muscles on her stomach and threatened to dip down below the waistband of her pants.  She groaned and tried once again tried to be noble, reluctantly forcing the words out from her passion-thickened throat.  “We should go and find Giles and Wes and tell them about what went on tonight, maybe there was something dangerous about that vase-thing, something could’ve gone wrong…”

"Need," Buffy whispered into her ear.

Faith had always dreamed about getting Buffy into this exact position, but this wasn't right... and with Buffy's body pressed up against her naked back, and with her fingers sneaking underneath her panties, her resolve to do the right thing was rapidly crumbling.  Faith’s insides were a coiled mass of wet heat, she couldn’t recall every feeling so helpless in her desire and she was terrified that the wrong word, the wrong move would cause Buffy to stop, or even worse continue, and do something that she would regret later.

“Does this seem dangerous to you Faith?” Buffy’s voice sounded different, throaty and smoky and yearning.  She undulated sexily and Faith could feel the silk of her blouse like a fall of cool water sliding across her back.  Buffy’s nipples were as hard as spikes and traced lines and patterns against her muscles.  She continued. “What’s the matter, I thought you liked danger?  I thought you 'got off' on it.” Buffy added, punctuated her words with a wet swipe with her tongue, licking up the side of Faith’s neck and sucking on her ear.  Faith moaned helpless to deny the surge of desire Buffy was making her feel.

Buffy knew damn well that this was out of character, but she reveled in her erotic power she held over Faith.  Being in charge, calling the shots, was a new experience when it came to Faith and it was affecting her like a drug.  Each moan and sigh she elicited from Faith made her feel more and more aroused and the thin thread of nervous tension she sensed from Faith was also acting as a potent stimulus.  She could feel herself soaking her panties as she moved her mouth along Faith’s heated and perfumed skin.  Such soft, warm skin.  Her thoughts were impressions, subsumed to the intensity of her need.  She couldn’t stop.  Deep down a small shocked part of her was surprised by her brazen actions, but it was drowning in newfound feelings of sex and heat and desire.  If she had known that lesbian love felt this way a long time ago, she would have had herself a harem of young beautiful girls.

Buffy slipped her hands up Faith’s ribs and cupped the heavy weight of her breasts in her hands.  Her breasts were larger than her own and she reveled in their difference.  Approvingly, she held them and traced tempting fingers over the slick satin of her bra.  She smiled to herself when she felt Faith’s taut nipples and heard her breathless moans.  Impatient, she pulled Faith's bra up with a soft growl, freeing the other girl’s breasts for her greedy hands.  Faith spread her legs and arched back into Buffy who teased and pulled at her aching nipples.

Faith was gone, lost in a passion that she was helpless to deny.  The strength she knew was contained within Buffy’s petite frame, which acted like a spur on her fevered mind.  She knew that Buffy could bend her over the stone and fuck her silly…and all that she'd be able to do is groan from the pleasure.  A small part of her was still afraid that Buffy was going to snap out of this spell, which would end her intense erotic experience, but in the meantime, the sensation that Buffy was able to elicit, as she caressed her breasts, lightly teased her very wet pussy, left her a pile of erotic nerve endings.

“So... Fucking... Good... Don’t... stop... feels... so... fucking... good…” Faith whimpered over and over again.

“Like it baby? Hmmm?” Buffy responded, giggling.  Buffy never giggled.

Faith's ragged breathing was more than enough proof that she liked it as Buffy sucked and lapped at her neck... and then suddenly, Buffy pulled her hand out of her panties and twisted her around.  Stunned, Faith just stared at her... panting... wishing that Buffy would go back to stroking her again.  Buffy reached over and ran her hands along her shoulders and then tousled her wild dark hair.  Buffy's hand had strayed near her mouth, and she couldn't resist catching it and sucking on her fingers.

“Kiss me Faith, I want to taste you.”

Faith quickly moved her mouth towads Buffy, unable to deny the blonde 'hottie' anything.  Her lips crushed Buffy's mouth and soon they were demanding a passionate kiss from each other.  Once the initial frenzy was over, Faith slowed her pace and found herself able to tease Buffy, making her groan in a passive sort of way.

“Ooh. Yes. Yes,” Buffy responded.

“Yes what?” Faith asked, when she came up for air... then she ran her tongue across Buffy’s lower lip and paused to stare at her.  Buffy stared back, all huge green eyes and visibly panting with need.

“This?” Faith answered for her as she slid her tongue into the wet cave of Buffy’s mouth.  "Or this?” Faith added, then bit Buffy’s pouty lower lip and sucked gently at that.

Buffy moaned and fisted her hands in Faith’s hair, kissing her madly, grinding her hips against the other girl.  Laughing softly, she broke the kiss and tugged Buffy down to the dewy grass, pulling her small but curvy body onto hers.  “Maybe this?” Faith asked as she slid her hands up underneath Buffy's shirt and skimmed her thumbs across her small breasts and tight nipples. To her sensitized fingertips the lace of Buffy’s bra felt like exquisite tracery. The flesh she could feel was cool and supple; it molded perfectly into the palm of her hand.  Buffy leaned back and let Faith fondle and stroke her and it was then that she realized Buffy was truly a submissive, and her aggressive act was caused by her uncontrollable need.  She knew that once she tamed the blonde 'hottie' that she'd be able to control her... have her pussy wrapped around her fingers.

But until she tamed Buffy, she's go with the flow... and right now, Buffy had twisted around in order to straddle and ground into Faith, rolling her hips and creating a delicious friction.  Faith realized something with a smirk.  They were right out in the open and it was a graveyard where anyone, vamp or human, could be watching them.  'Fuck, who cares!?!' she thought to herself.  They could be in the middle of the fricken Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade and they both wouldn't care!  Buffy bucked harder down against her pussy, desperate to feel her wet sex against her own.

“Buffy, I can’t take much more," she moaned.

From her perch straddling Faith’s thigh, Buffy smiled down at Faith.  She felt like a predator, pure and simple-minded towards it prey.  Faith’s gut lurched with pleasure at the dark promise contained in her gaze.  Finally, she licked a heated path down Faith's stomach until she settled herself between her thighs... then she tugged at her belt.

“Are you wet for me baby, do you want me to taste you?”  Buffy asked, delirious with desire.

Buffy had sounded so innocent, that she groaned and trembled with even more desire.  Her blood was humming and she ached to be touched by her new blonde lover.  To have Buffy’s warm, wet mouth on her was her greatest fantasy!  But then it 'hit' her again!  This wasn't like Buffy at all.  She was definitely not acting like herself.  With an incredible burst of willpowerm she tenderly smoothed Buffy’s hair back from her face and asked the question that was now plaguing her.

“Are you sure, Buffy.  Are you sure you want to do this?  You don’t have to if you aren't sure," Faith whispered.

"Off!  Now!"  Buffy grunted as she yanked Faith’s pants down her legs.

Faith needed no more encouragement; and helped Buffy shimmey her pants off... while also kicking off her boots.  It was a difficult task as Buffy was being very distracting, kissing and tonguing her skin as it was slowly exposed.  Pulling off her blouse, Buffy explained, “I need to feel your skin on mine.”

Faith was almost too far gone to notice the angry red bite mark the beetle had left, but through the fog of her passion she caught a glimpse of the bite mark, which made her sit up.  Buffy pouted when she saw her... and made an attempt to push Faith back down.

“You were bitten!" Faith responded.

“What?—S’nothing baby, let me kiss you…” Buffy replied, still trying to get her to cooperate.

“No!  Look!” Faith shouted back and gave Buffy a little shake and pointed with her chin.  Buffy glanced at it quickly and shrugged.  Gingerly, Faith traced the bite mark with her fingers then pressed against it gently.  Buffy hissed in pain, and then threw her head back as a wave of roaring pleasure rocked her body.

“Oh! Oh God, Faith! Yes, More!” Buffy cried out from obvious pleasure, gasping with incredible pleasure!

Faith looked at Buffy with shock... but Buffy stared back at her with a lust-filled gaze and smiled at her.  Unknowingly her tongue licked at her lower lip, seeking the remembered taste of her skin.  Faith could actually feel Buffy’s juices soaking through her pants onto her thighs.

“Do that once more," Buffy pleaded,  “I’m really close…”

“Fuck No, Buffy!  This is fucked up.  Something’s really wrong with you!”  Faith responded, very concerned.

"I want to fuck!" Buffy replied, obviously too far gone to rationalize.

Faith scowled, in order to hide her worry and the crushing sense of loss she felt.  She knew this was too good to be true and that there was no way that Buffy would ever be doing this willingly.  The beetle's bite must have placed her under some sort of lust spell.  Angrily, she knocked Buffy off of her and stood up, and then reached for her pants.  Her top was a loss, but at least she had her jacket to cover herself.  Buffy looked at her stunned like before she crawled over to her, across the grass, and clutched at her waste.  Buffy pressed her face against Faith's belly and started to cry.

“Please don’t go...  Did I do something wrong?”  Buffy whimpered.

Faith knew that she could render Buffy a love slave for life... something she had always fantasized about... and seeing Buffy in this condition, seeing her cry with unholy passion, would make it so easy...  But instead she gently brushed Buffy’s hair back and tilted her chin up to look at her.

“No Buffy.  You didn’t do any... anything wrong.  But we need to take you to see Giles. Okay?” she replied, feeling her own tears well up.

“Why?” Buffy responded, looking confused and angry at the same time.

Faith sighed when she realized she’d have to play her along for a bit.  “Look, we check in with Giles, give him the all clear, so he’s not all worried, then you n’me can head back to the hotel and do things right.  I want to take my time with you.  I want to make you cum all night.  I want our every second together to be very special between us".  Faith hoped the sincerity in her voice, the trembling need, would lure Buffy back to the library with her.  It was a pyrrhic victory when she saw Buffy’s eyes soften and then shine with unshed tears.  It was obvious that her confusion and anger had turned into relief and her insides twisted because she knew that last part wasn’t a lie and that she really did want to make love to Buffy.

“You want it to be special for me?” Buffy asked in a soft sweet voice.

“More than anything Buffy...  More than anything…” Faith responded, stroking the blonde's face.  Then she held out her hand and smiled, despite her heavy heart, and Buffy twined her fingers trustingly through her own.  Together, hand and hand, they headed back through the graveyard towards the library.

On the surface, Faith prayed that Giles would be able to release Buffy from the spell... but deep, deep down, she really wished that Buffy would be her love slave for eternity.

End of Part One…