Title: A Rude Awakening
Author: Voici
Email: voici@mail2nemesis.com
Rating: R will escalate to NC-17.
Summary: Series. Willow grapples with her own power and guilt through tormenting a master of pain-Spike. Who will break first?
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, all hail Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers: Up through Season 3, but the story line is played with a bit.
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Willow's awoke to a cool metal blade prodding at her cheek. "Wakey, wakey." She knew that accent somewhere.not Giles. "Come on, Red. I can only watch you drool for so long." Spike. Willow groaned and reluctantly opened her eyes. Somehow after almost decimating the town's vamp population, she'd managed to be kidnapped by a wankered Spike and his addled lover.
Spike had her sword. Not only that, but he was prancing around the crypt like a cartoon character, slaying shadow demons and generally amusing himself mightily. May Diana smite him.
Seeing that he finally had her attention, Spike rocked on his knees in front of Willow, grinning like a madman.
"Love the sword, sweet cheeks. A little too dainty, but seems to get the job done." He said after using it to tap the delighted Drusilla on her gauzy backside. Willow's eyes glowed black for an instant, but gagged and bound to her chair, she had no choice but to listen to his inane chatter. A toad. He was definitely going to be turned into a toad.
He leaned forward to whisper confidentially into her ear. "Interesting samurai get up, pet. Has almost as many possibilities as that Halloween costume," With a rakish smile, he used the point of her sword to push her jacket open revealing a crimson satin bra. "Red, you're wearing red. I like it."
"Spikey," Drusilla complained, growing impatient.
"Right, luv. Fear, mayhem, terror. Time to get down to business," he apologized sheepishly to Willow for his cheery mood. Grabbing Drusilla and giving her a smacking kiss, he explained, "Makes me so giddy to have her back, that I almost forget the simpler pleasures of bloodletting."
"Break her, Spikey. So much pain already. sparkling like little bits of glass all broken inside her. So pretty," Drusilla squealed, scratching a blood trail down Willow's cheek.
"Careful, luv. Got to make sure she's still recognizable when we leave her broken body for the Slayer. Gotta think long term. How about right here?" He guided Drusilla's nail across Willow's cleavage leaving a trail of blood. "Or here." He moved Drusilla's hand along the witch's clavicle, his voice getting husky. "Have a taste." He groaned as he watched his dark princess hungrily lick away the blood. He couldn't resist kissing her deeply, lolling his tongue over hers, savoring the witch's bitter flavor. It wasn't at all like he expected, not vanilla and cream. More like smoked fruit, charred-rich and almost sour.
In fact, a lot about the witch surprised. What was she doing in the graveyard alone? With a sword? In black pajama's? Most importantly, why didn't he smell fear? He looked into her eyes and saw only rage, the promise of retribution, then.a smirk?
Not even a toad, she was going to turn him into a wart on a toad. And Drusilla would be the wart on the wart of the toad. She almost smiled.
Spike stood up and looked down at the witch, doing his best to convey just how much trouble she was in. She just kept eye contact and slight upturn at the corner of her lips remained. That was okay, he'd just as soon show her how much trouble she was in.
Willow's chair almost fell over as Spike backhanded her. Her green eyes suddenly seemed iron. Fine. He hit her again from the other direction. Still she wouldn't look down. As he prepared for another blow, he stopped himself. Wouldn't be good to knock her unconscious again.
Instead he leaned over and grabbed her chin in his fist. "I'm not sure you understand the position you're in, pet. I may like to amuse myself, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to decorate the crypt with your innards. In fact, you are here for one reason only-for my amusement. And I will enjoy your pain, your screams, your begging, your blood, and your body until you're nothing but a pile of shattered tissue." He shrugged, "I'm a vampire, luv. And you know what vampires do best.." He punctuated his declaration by brutally twisting a nipple and sinking his teeth deep into her neck. He hardened as her answering moan did much to sooth his demonic ego.
He stood up almost jauntily, hugging Drusilla to his side, and giving her a peck on the cheek, leaving a splash of blood on her pale skin. "See, luv, told you I was still the Big Ba-." Spike's gloating came to an abrupt halt when he noticed the witch was still gazing at him in an act of defiance.
"Seems we have a stubborn little git on our hands. But never let it be said I don't know how to treat a lady." He loosened a hand restraint and used his superior strength to drag her palm to his lips. Licking the surface, he bent her fingers back, delighting in her cries, never letting his eyes leave hers as he waited for the delicious moment of her submission.
"Spikey, I want to hear." Drusilla whined, tugging at his shoulder.
"Good thinking, pet. I'm sure our witch screams beautifully." Spike yanked the gag from Willow's mouth.
With two words, Spike and his lover were pinned to the wall. Willow was standing in front of them, her eyes black. "Big mistake, Spikey. You see, I'm a witch, luv. And you know what witches do best.."
"Bloody hell. " Spike was suddenly feeling very sober.
Author: Voici
Email: voici@mail2nemesis.com
Rating: R will escalate to NC-17.
Summary: Series. Willow grapples with her own power and guilt through tormenting a master of pain-Spike. Who will break first?
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, all hail Mutant Enemy.
Spoilers: Up through Season 3, but the story line is played with a bit.
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Willow's awoke to a cool metal blade prodding at her cheek. "Wakey, wakey." She knew that accent somewhere.not Giles. "Come on, Red. I can only watch you drool for so long." Spike. Willow groaned and reluctantly opened her eyes. Somehow after almost decimating the town's vamp population, she'd managed to be kidnapped by a wankered Spike and his addled lover.
Spike had her sword. Not only that, but he was prancing around the crypt like a cartoon character, slaying shadow demons and generally amusing himself mightily. May Diana smite him.
Seeing that he finally had her attention, Spike rocked on his knees in front of Willow, grinning like a madman.
"Love the sword, sweet cheeks. A little too dainty, but seems to get the job done." He said after using it to tap the delighted Drusilla on her gauzy backside. Willow's eyes glowed black for an instant, but gagged and bound to her chair, she had no choice but to listen to his inane chatter. A toad. He was definitely going to be turned into a toad.
He leaned forward to whisper confidentially into her ear. "Interesting samurai get up, pet. Has almost as many possibilities as that Halloween costume," With a rakish smile, he used the point of her sword to push her jacket open revealing a crimson satin bra. "Red, you're wearing red. I like it."
"Spikey," Drusilla complained, growing impatient.
"Right, luv. Fear, mayhem, terror. Time to get down to business," he apologized sheepishly to Willow for his cheery mood. Grabbing Drusilla and giving her a smacking kiss, he explained, "Makes me so giddy to have her back, that I almost forget the simpler pleasures of bloodletting."
"Break her, Spikey. So much pain already. sparkling like little bits of glass all broken inside her. So pretty," Drusilla squealed, scratching a blood trail down Willow's cheek.
"Careful, luv. Got to make sure she's still recognizable when we leave her broken body for the Slayer. Gotta think long term. How about right here?" He guided Drusilla's nail across Willow's cleavage leaving a trail of blood. "Or here." He moved Drusilla's hand along the witch's clavicle, his voice getting husky. "Have a taste." He groaned as he watched his dark princess hungrily lick away the blood. He couldn't resist kissing her deeply, lolling his tongue over hers, savoring the witch's bitter flavor. It wasn't at all like he expected, not vanilla and cream. More like smoked fruit, charred-rich and almost sour.
In fact, a lot about the witch surprised. What was she doing in the graveyard alone? With a sword? In black pajama's? Most importantly, why didn't he smell fear? He looked into her eyes and saw only rage, the promise of retribution, then.a smirk?
Not even a toad, she was going to turn him into a wart on a toad. And Drusilla would be the wart on the wart of the toad. She almost smiled.
Spike stood up and looked down at the witch, doing his best to convey just how much trouble she was in. She just kept eye contact and slight upturn at the corner of her lips remained. That was okay, he'd just as soon show her how much trouble she was in.
Willow's chair almost fell over as Spike backhanded her. Her green eyes suddenly seemed iron. Fine. He hit her again from the other direction. Still she wouldn't look down. As he prepared for another blow, he stopped himself. Wouldn't be good to knock her unconscious again.
Instead he leaned over and grabbed her chin in his fist. "I'm not sure you understand the position you're in, pet. I may like to amuse myself, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to decorate the crypt with your innards. In fact, you are here for one reason only-for my amusement. And I will enjoy your pain, your screams, your begging, your blood, and your body until you're nothing but a pile of shattered tissue." He shrugged, "I'm a vampire, luv. And you know what vampires do best.." He punctuated his declaration by brutally twisting a nipple and sinking his teeth deep into her neck. He hardened as her answering moan did much to sooth his demonic ego.
He stood up almost jauntily, hugging Drusilla to his side, and giving her a peck on the cheek, leaving a splash of blood on her pale skin. "See, luv, told you I was still the Big Ba-." Spike's gloating came to an abrupt halt when he noticed the witch was still gazing at him in an act of defiance.
"Seems we have a stubborn little git on our hands. But never let it be said I don't know how to treat a lady." He loosened a hand restraint and used his superior strength to drag her palm to his lips. Licking the surface, he bent her fingers back, delighting in her cries, never letting his eyes leave hers as he waited for the delicious moment of her submission.
"Spikey, I want to hear." Drusilla whined, tugging at his shoulder.
"Good thinking, pet. I'm sure our witch screams beautifully." Spike yanked the gag from Willow's mouth.
With two words, Spike and his lover were pinned to the wall. Willow was standing in front of them, her eyes black. "Big mistake, Spikey. You see, I'm a witch, luv. And you know what witches do best.."
"Bloody hell. " Spike was suddenly feeling very sober.
