Faye Spiked

Droplets of condensation streamed down\'s spike\'s chest, his muscles tensed, eyes locked defiantly on the recalcitrant reactor he\'d been trying to repair for the past 2 hours. Jet stood behind him, arms folded across his chest, looking pensively at the open toolbox and mopping his forehead with his shirt.

“That isn\'t going to work, you know. The neutron moderator is loose. That\'s why there isn\'t enough coolant.\" Spike ignored him.

Ein bounded up and sniffed at the open, overheating reactor, emitting a perfunctory whimper before leaping away from the fuel rods with a yip.

\"I remember you were telling me that an organization in El Paso was using a high frequency dog whistle when we were after Hakim.\"

Spike grunted.

\"Even the dog knows its not the coolant.\"

\"Shut up! I\'m trying to ... did you say it was the neutron moderator?\"

\"Yes! That\'s what I\'ve been saying for the past hour!\"

Spike growled and turned to grab Jet by the shoulders and shake him violently. \"And I can\'t even get a drink of water...\" Faye appeared in the doorway. \"...because all you can think about when the reactor is going to melt is keeping your bonsai moist!\"

\"Oi oi!\" chided Faye, characteristically oblivious to her state of undress. \"You haven\'t fixed it yet? I\'m dying in here.\" Faye was wearing a purple bikini even more diminutive than usual. beads of sweat glistened on her thighs and midsection, her nipples just barely visible beneath the nylon. Spike\'s mouth unconsciously opened, his grip on Jet relaxing for a split second as Jet wrenched himself free and set Spike crashing into a condenser. \"Spineless! Weak! Powerless!\" he taunted.

Spike yelped in mid-retaliatory lunge as a screw from the condenser, having caught on his jeans, halted his attack with a loud ripping sound. \"Uso!\" Spike cursed, torn between covering his exposed thigh and exacting vengeance.

\"Not bad!\" Faye smiled, feeling the slightest tingling between her legs. Jet crossed his arms again and nodded imperiously. \"More mechanical incompetence. I always wondered if you joined the syndicate because you failed at engin- URf!\"

Spike, having grabbed hold of Jet\'s belt, pulled him to the ground and wrestled him closer to the fuel rods, a predatory, manic expression fixed on his face. \"Oi Spike!\" Jet objected.

\"Oh my. Greek wrestling is indecent. I was never allowed to watch it as a girl.\" Faye remarked innocently, a hand raised to her mouth in mock astonishment.

Spike glared at her angrily. Faye giggled inwardly at his ridiculous appearance. Only his eyes and eyebrows were visible, most of his face clenched in Jet\'s scarred muscular hand. \"You don\'t even remember your childhood.\" Spike tried to object, attempting to twist off Jet\'s cybernetic arm with little success.

\"Inaudible.\" Faye remarked dryly, smiling at Spike\'s muffled objections. \"Shall I replace the neutron moderator myself...\" \"Mmmmff!!!\" \"...or are we all going to die in agony?\"

\"According to its foremost Instructor, Sergei Vasiliev,\" Lectured Jet, \"The Russian martial art known as \"the system\" emphasizes versatility and improvisation in combat, combined with a focus on damaging joints.\" Jet twisted Spike\'s shoulder into an unnatural position. \"The system\'s punches generally follow an elliptical path. This motion can be used to deliver short, quick tichok punches, side elbow strikes called podchlest, face slaps known as opleucha....\" Spike growled fiercely.

\"I see.\" said Faye resignedly. With exquisite composure, she turned her nose toward the ceiling and began walking toward the reactor which was glowing angrily and emitting a low whine which Faye noticed sounded disconcertingly onomatopoeic. \"Feeedmeee... Feeedmeeee...\" hummed the dwindling coolant reservoir. Faye tripped on the dog.

Faye, Spike, and Jet presently found themselves hopelessly entangled. Faye\'s smooth, oily skin slipped easily between Jet\'s furry barrel chest and Spike\'s contorted, bony torso. \"Oh, yes,\" Spike mouthed, his eyes involuntarily rolling upwards. He had tried to adjust his erection so that Jet would not feel it, but he could contain it no longer. He felt a surge of blood flow to his groin, his head reeling from the heat.

He could feel Faye\'s soft thighs give way against his hips, and the swell of her breasts pressing into his torso harder as she breathed frantically, trying to extricate herself from the tangled mess. Her breath smelled of oranges, her body a mixture of soap, sweat, violets, aloe, cloves, and the faintest scent of the sweet nectar of women. He was aware again of the engine grease, the taste of green beans from earlier in the day, and jet\'s musky, oaky smell.

Faye tried at first to reflexively twist herself away from the two men, but then the thought darted across her mind that perhaps she could linger, relax, for a split second, feel Spike\'s hair brushing against her face and take in his breath, without letting him know. And as she did, she sunk backwards into jet\'s powerful chest, and felt a phallic bulge she had not expected push between her thighs from behind. A stab of pleasure, and then it had been a split second too long. He would know! he knew!

Jet, intent on disciplining Spike, had pulled forward savagely when Faye\'s incursion had threatened to break his elbow lock, and found the resulting sensation strange and pleasant.

For years, he had secretly enjoyed his altercations with Spike, but had never given Faye a second thought. She was lawless, disorderly, arrogant... and smooth, supple, youthful, rebllious. Her flesh gave way beneath his, and then resisted, and he felt something awaken which had not stirred in him in recent memory.

Propriety escaped him for a moment... and then another.

The reactor purred, and for a few seconds there was only the sound of breathing. Ein was panting.

And then suddenly it was obvious. They all realized it at the same time. There could be no more propriety. No more maneuvering. No more secret desire. Whatever it would feel like, however they would live with each other afterward, each of them had crossed the line and there was no turning back.

The engine room had turned into a furnace and it suddenly became imperative to remove the irritation of clothing.

Jet deftly untied Faye\'s top with his robotic fingers and slipped his other hand around her torso to massage one of her breasts in his ample palm. He felt her nipple responding to his touch, hot, sensitive, engorged with blood. He pulled closer to her and inhaled deeply from the back of her neck. The strange, alien sensation of woman was frightening to him, but he was no longer thinking.

Faye gripped Spike\'s head in her hands and began kissing him violently as he tore off her bikini bottom and kicked off his shredded jeans.

Jet, who had unzipped his pants, suddenly felt his cock sliding between Faye\'s slick labia instead of the wet nylon an instant before and let out a groan of pleasure.

Faye could not help herself and looked down between Spike\'s legs.
Her face went blank. What was before her was an untamable beast. This was a cock of planetary proportions, rock hard; this was the mast of a ship, the trunk of an elephant, a skyscraper, a great ocean liner she felt sliding into her vessel, powerful waves of pleasure rippling out from its majestic, angry red crest. And the hot flesh slowly forcing its way into her ass was not small either. She groaned, her mouth pressed to Spike\'s, tongue sliding around his, arms wrapped around his body, pressing it to hers. Jet carressed her thigh with one hand and whispered darkly into her ear, pounding her ass with the full weight of his massive frame. \"Two of my ramen are missing, Faye.\"

Gasping for breath, Faye pulled a leg upwards to accomodate the two men; she was encompassed, filled up, reeling with pleasure. She had never felt so much like an animal.

It was fucking harder than she had imagined possible, each thrust penetrating her entire being with explosive stabs of pain and pleasure, ripples and waves that reverberated through her body and made her shiver, cry out, twitch, clench, spasm involuntarily.

Spike began to bite her, snorting viciously as her nails pierced the skin of his shoulders. Jet pulled her, shoved her downwards with each thrust, over and over until she thought she would die.

Finally she could not help it, Spike could not help it, they could not restrain the cascade for an instant longer and he exploded inside her. She screamed, twitched, submerged in waves of pleasure that obliterated every other thought, and for a long instant, she was dead.

A second later Jet pulled out and came on her stomach, rubbing his cock on her smooth flesh and massaging the hot come into her skin. She gasped, her heart pounding unbearably, trying to pull away, trying to get away from the heat, to stay alive.

The hot metal of the engine room seared her skin. Her ass was covered with bruises, her breasts sore, her skin slick with moisture, her mouth dry, her hair matted, her torn bikini cast aside into some dark corner.

Jet, evidently unfazed by the experience, let out a self satisfied, short laugh, and lifted himself from the floor to pick up a sledgehammer from the wall. Faye watched with wide eyes as he walked into the rippling waves of heat from the reactor and took a mighty swing. There was a loud clang, and the reactor seemed to gasp and choke. The coolant bubbled, and in a moment, the temperature dropped perceptibly for the first time in hours.

Spike frowned.

\"Can I bum a cigarette?\" he asked.