First time writing on FF, hoping it goes over well...please be kind :D, I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any of the character, i'm just borrowing them for my own amusement ;) Just another warning, this is BoyXBoy, if you don't like then don't read (also contains non-con rape that's fairly graphic) you've been warned.

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Vicious finally knew why he had felt so betrayed by Spike when he had left the syndicate. Every time that Spike was nearby he felt the thrill run through him. It was a feeling that he tried to ignore and equate with hate and the thrill of seeing death and destruction. But after meeting Spike in the worn down syndicate building, he realized that the thrill didn't get better after running his blade across Spike's belly. But by this time he had a bullet to the chest, and it was too late to worry over such things.

It was two months before someone he had never expected to see again called him out. Julia called out to him, out of the blue with an admission that he wasn't sure if he could take or not. He found out through her that Spike was still alive, and that he had been taken away by a bald man and a young woman in a beat up ship called the Bebop. At first he didn't believe her, but then he vaguely remembered hearing a hum of an engine while he lay bleeding out in the upper floor of the syndicate building. As thanks to the bitch that tried to take Spike, and whom just as easily sold him out, he made sure that she wouldn't be resurrected again. There would be no coming back from that many pieces.

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On the bebop, Spike was finally getting back to his regular activities; the sword to the gut had really put him down for a while. He still couldn't believe that he didn't die, yet again. Just thinking about it made him angry. He thought that he had made it clear that he didn't plan on coming back, so what do those idiots do? They come after him, guns blazing and lift his ass up and patch him back together.

As soon as the Bebop docked in Mars, he got out and found himself a nice hole to crawl into with a bottle. He didn't see the reason why it was so hard to understand that he just wanted to be left alone for a while. There were some things that even if he killed off the reasons for the memories themselves, there were still some things that kept him tied down. Spike just hoped the oblivion of alcohol would help him forget those memories that seemed to keep springing up in the forefront of his mind.

He was still in the same place when Faye found him about an hour later. He had taken residence at a table in the back of the dive he was in. She sighed; it was about all she could expect from him right now. There were obviously some things that were still bugging him from his confrontation with his past. She still couldn't get why he didn't understand that he didn't need to look at the past because she was standing right there in front of him. Sometimes she didn't think that she'd ever understand that lunkhead.

Spike, for his part, dutifully ignored her. At least he tried to until Jet joined her and they both walked over to the table where he was sitting. He raised an eyebrow at the two. "Something bugging you or the both of you just decide that it was a nice day to annoy those who want to drink alone?"

Faye rolled her eyes, and Jet sighed with the long suffering look of someone that had seen all of this before.

"Spike", he said "We need to head back to the Bebop, the repairs from the damage from the last bounty have been repaired and we're getting ready to lift off. New bounty from Venus, another syndicate runaway. And with his bounty we can actually buy some meat."

Spike snorted into his drink. "That'd be a nice change for once" he said

Jet just shook his head at the lanky cowboy next to him. He had realized that Spike wouldn't be back to the Bebop until he was good and hammered. Standing up he pulled Faye with him. Spike saw them get up and sighed to himself. It wouldn't do any good to piss off the two more than they already were; especially since he still had to live with them for the unforeseeable future. Spike slowly unwound himself from where he was sitting at the table and stood up with the other two.

"Let's go" he said as he walked towards the door. The other two followed behind looking just a little surprised that Spike had given up his drinking binge so quickly. None of them noticed the person watching them from the shadows of the club.

Once they all reached the Bebop, they realized that they wouldn't be able to take off until the next morning. Jet had neglected to get the exit permit and paperwork done before hand. They would have to wait until the next morning for the offices to open for them to get the clearance that they needed.

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Vicious was waiting for the phone call that came shortly after they had reached Mars atmosphere. It was from one of the informants that he had placed on Mars to check around to see where the Bebop, and therefore Spike was. As soon as Vicious found them, he vowed that he wouldn't let Spike slip through his fingers again, even if he had to force Spike to come with him.

Vicious waited in the port next to the Bebop, biding his time until he was sure that they wouldn't expect him to come at all. Lin was his driver for the shuttle, and finally worked up the nerve to ask why they were staking out the beaten up ship that they were next to. Vicious smiled a sight that sent a shiver up Lin's spine, and answered simply "Spike." Lin was confused. Wasn't Spike supposed to have died that day in the syndicate building? After all, they saw him walk down the stairs with that strange smile on his face, like he was actually enjoying the carnage. Vicious caught the look that Lin gave him and said "How many times has Spike come back to life? There is no way that he would stay dead with me still being alive."

It was late at night by the time that Vicious finally decided that it was time to move. It was almost too easy for him to get into the Bebop, and he smiled to himself about how at ease Spike seemed to have become. He would have to change that. Vicious made his way through the Bebop, until he reached a room that, almost laughably, had a sign with large lettering that read "Spike's." Again he smiled to himself. It was just too easy.

When Vicious opened Spike's door, he caught sight of the man himself sprawled out on the bed; he hadn't even bothered to remove his clothing. Vicious silently closed the door behind him and moved into the room, all the time keeping his eyes on the lanky figure on the bed. Again the thrill that he felt ran through him, and this time he knew what to do about it. Vicious drew ever closer to the bed, and it wasn't until he got right next to Spike on the bed that he realized that the man he had worked so hard to find again was completely drunk and passed out instead of simply sleeping. It would make his job that much easier.

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Spike woke slowly. His alcohol fog filled head struggled to compute what was happening to him. The first thing he realized was that he couldn't move. That was enough to sober him up enough for him to focus on the darkness of his room. But Spike didn't really worry until he saw a dark shape standing there next to him, a shape that he knew from his nightmares and waking moments. It was Vicious.

Vicious smiled when he saw that Spike had woken up. It was too late for him to try anything. Vicious had tied Spike's hands to headboard, stripped him, and then tied his ankles to his knees, leaving Spike's legs spread open without a thing that he could do about it. Vicious was also thoughtful enough that he had used a gag to muffle the sounds that Spike might make that would alert the others before he was ready. The thrill that he had felt at seeing Spike had solidified into an ache that he needed to ease in his groin. Spike watched as Vicious slowly took off his shirt, revealing the scars that were just healed over his torso. He flinched when Vicious bent over him and used his hands to move around his body.

Spike shivered as he felt the hands brush across his chest and move slowly down his abs towards his navel. As Vicious moved his hands past Spike's navel and continued to travel lower, Vicious' mouth moved to Spike's neck, where he lavished his attention, kissing and nipping a trail down to Spike's chest.

His hips bucked involuntarily and he bit back a moan when Vicious' mouth closed over one of the hardening buds on his chest and proceeded to suckle, and nip at it while his hand occupied the other, pinching and rubbing. As Vicious lavished attention on his nipples with mouth and hand, his other hand reached down between Spike's legs to stroke his hardening sex. Spike's hips again bucked as Vicious stroked him, thumbing the slit in time with his strokes.

Vicious soon drew back and took a look at his work. Spike lay flushed on the bed, reddened nipples, dripping cock jutting out in the juncture between his legs, and mismatched eyes watching his movements at half-mast. Vicious smiled as he removed his own cock from his pants and knelt between Spike's thighs on the bed. Spike moved as if trying to get away from what he knew was coming. He gave no time for Spike to prepare, thrusting in to the hilt in one swift movement.

A scream ripped itself from Spike's throat at Vicious' intrusion. Vicious himself groaned at the feeling of Spike around him. A metal tang filled the air and Vicious smiled as he realized Spike was bleeding. Vicious began a brutal pace, thrusting in and out, not pausing, using Spike's blood to slick his way.

Spike squeezed his eyes shut has he felt Vicious thrust inside of him, every thrust going deeper than the last. The pain was like nothing he had ever felt before, and thought it was almost worse than dying again.

Vicious thrust up particularly hard, and felt Spike shudder as he bucked underneath him. He had hit the spot that made Spike see stars. Vicious aimed for that spot and was rewarded with a muffled moan from Spike's lips as his hips rose up as best he could to meet Vicious' thrusts.

Spike soon felt nothing but the steadily building pleasure that continued to come from that spot deep inside him. He was barely even aware that he was moaning and moving in time to the thrusts of the cock within him. He could care less; he just didn't want it to stop.

Vicious felt the pressure build and he moved faster and faster, losing all sense of rhythm as he pounded the body below him. He thrust deeply into the warmth surrounding him and with a shudder, released his seed deep inside of Spike.

Spike felt the warmth from Vicious deep, so deep inside and came as well, shooting his seed across both of their stomachs.

Vicious collapsed on top of Spike, his softening cock still buried within his passage. Spike shivered at the full feeling deep inside his body. Spike continued to shiver slightly from the chill of the sweat drying on his body, and tried to move. Vicious leaned off of Spike just enough to look in his face.

Vicious smiled again and thrust his hips into Spike's. Spike groaned and felt the cock inside him begin to harden again, and knew that it wasn't going to end anytime soon.

Soon vicious was again pounding deep inside of Spike; Spike's now unbound legs thrown over his shoulders. It wasn't until dawn that Vicious ceased. Spike had left his consciousness behind some time before that.

Vicious looked down at Spike's unconscious body before moving to gather clothes and prepare for the next part in his plan.

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Vicious walked out, while the rest of the Bebop was still sound asleep, carrying the unconscious Spike in a fireman's hold. He had cleaned and dressed Spike in his customary clothing, given him a shot of a drug that would enable Vicious to do with Spike what he will. Spike couldn't move, even when he did regain consciousness.

Lin stared as Vicious came towards their shuttle, holding onto Spike's unconscious body. He still almost couldn't believe that Spike was still alive, but looking at him, Lin wasn't sure whether he would be alive much longer. Vicious buckled Spike in the seat next to him, and ordered Lin to take off. As soon as they were in the air, Vicious glanced at Spike. Spike was finally his, and he was never going to let him out of his sight again.

Wow, if you made it this far, congrats! wrote the whole thing in one sitting. I'm debating whether to continue this or leave it as a oneshot, opinions, reviews would be nice and give me a reason to write more...(I'll even take flames)...also possibility of mutual SXV in later chapters if continued. Thanks for reading :D

-DATV