Author's Note - Thanks go out to Volk Zyta, Sith, TangerineKidd32, Rushumble, Mae, NovaRaptor83,Songstress Lenne of Zanarkand, Nyxie-Hell, Dazma, Kenshinin, Lady Silver Dragon 2, and last but not least, Doremi. I can't tell you enough how great it is to get feedback for my work. I've actually had this chapter written for a while, and I posted it on my Creative Bebop Live Journal community, www.livejournal.com/~creativebebop I was waiting for responses, and got none. It made me very nervous.

This chapter has blatant sex in it. It was difficult to decide how to write such a scene, and to fine tune it so that it sounded exactly the way I wanted it to (Thus why this chapter took me so long.) I'm warning you - It's not pretty sex. I didn't sugar coat the actions with romantic euphemisms as many writers do, and as I have done in past stories. I felt that doing that just wouldn't be true to the feel of the scene itself. If you're uncomfortable with this kind of sex scene, or hell, sex scenes in general, I suggest you start scrolling after you see the words "Suck it" until the ~*~ mark. ^_^* (I can't believe I just said that...)

I need your feedback more then ever guys. I think I handled the chapter as it should have been handled....What do you think? Suggestions would be greatly appreciated, and would help me improve future chapters. All I ask is that you please be polite, flaming won't get you anywhere.

Help me, I broke apart my insides.
Help me, I've got no soul to sell
Help me, The only thing that works for me.
Help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god


Nine Inch Nails - Closer



Vicious did not like being responsible for anything except his own business. When it came to taking care of others, he learned long ago that it was not worth the trouble. However, when it came to listening to a drunken Faye cry and scream about how she didn't want to go home, the migraine he was getting made him reconsider. He also realized that if he was going to start plotting against those who attacked them tonight, it might be to his advantage if he had his best spy on hand. She'd shake off the hang over quick if she knew what was good for her.


So when he stepped out of the cab, Faye's arms looped through his own as she walked, or rather, staggered beside him. Into the large apartment complex they went, and up the fancy elevator that led to Vicious' apartment complex.


"...Nice...very nice..." she started as she peered into the spacious living room. Right away she noticed the soft, comfortable sofas around a glass coffee table...All very expensive and luxurious looking. All appearing as if they'd hardly been touched since they were purchased. Faye immediately slumped down onto the love seat, as Vicious stuck his coat into a nearby closet. Secretly, he was a little uncomfortable...almost uncertain how to handle the woman he had lounging about his apartment. When he actually thought about it, he realized the last woman he had ever had in his quaters had been...


"Can I get you some tea, Ms. Valentine? Or probably coffee would be better..." He said as he hurried towards the entrance to the kitchen, hurrying the thoughts out of his mind at the same time.


"Yeah...coffee would be great...Thanks.." Faye ran fingers through her hair, trying to shake the wooziness she felt off of her. She wasn't sure if the wooziness was more from the alcohol, or from being around this man.


A man. It had been so long since she had been with a man for pleasure instead of business, and she hated to admit it, but she was finding herself infatuated with Vicious. This cruel, evil man with a mysterious past, who didn't want anything to do with women - he was a challenge, a puzzle, something for her to work on, to play with...and something to play with her. When she actually thought about it, she realized the last man she had ever made love to had been...


"If it's not too much trouble, could you put extra sugar in the coffee...? Thank you..." Whitney. Her own personal story of being loved and left. Unlike Vicious, she found it difficult to push him from her mind, in fact...there was only one way she could.


By replacing him with someone better.


"It's reheated, but it shouldn't be too bad with the sugar." He handed her the cup, and she nodded her thanks, taking a good, long sip. "When you're finished, the guest bedroom is the first door to your right down that hallway. Get some rest, the only reason I'm letting you stay here is because I'm going to need you to work tomorrow." Vicious wasn't exactly one for house guests.


"Mm..." Once she had responded, he turned and quickly began to retreat down the hall to the master bedroom. He just hoped she would be quiet. "Vicious..." Damn.


"What?" Faye took a long sip from the coffee before setting it down, walking slowly up to him, an enticing look on her face. Vicious stood perfectly still, watching her move like a jungle cat, he, her prey. Her arms snaked about his neck, her body pressing close to his - Thanks to the coffee, and the passage of time, she was fairly sober now, this was no mistake of drunkenness, or hurried movements to escape gunfire. She was trying to seduce him.


Julia used to put her arms around him like that. She used to look at him with the same look. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her body, no matter how rough it was. And then she would go, and do the same thing to Spike.


The palm of Vicious' hand swiped across Faye's face.


"Bitch..." And Vicious could only stare at her, as Faye stared at him in shock. When he hit Julia, she had always taken it, and done precisely what he said afterwards. All women were the same.


"Who the fuck are you calling bitch?!" Faye's hand swiped back across his cheek, causing him to have his own, much milder, but much more unexpected sting across his cheek. His hand automatically went to her throat, pushing her up against the wall...not strangling her yet, just staring her straight in the eye. She was frightened, but her gaze didn't leave his own. She stared at him right back, challenging him...As if to say "Is this the best you can do?"


"You're all the same...sluts...backstabbers...You all look so pretty and clean, but you're filthy and disgusting under that thin layer of skin..."


"...Poor you..." Faye coughed, his hand still firmly about her throat. "It's the same old story...you get your heart broke once, and you're spoiled for life. I bet you can't even keep it up any more, hm, can you?"


Vicious' hand fell from her neck. He stared at her with cold eyes for a moment, before bringing them to his pants. His belt and pants were carefully unfastened, and he pulled out his erect shaft.


"Suck it." was all he said, his hand pressing against the top of her head, forcing her to get on her knees.


Faye looked up at him for a moment, a mix of shock and amusement on her face. But her mouth and tongue worked its way skillfully over his flesh, her fingers occasionally reaching up to massage his testicles. Every so often her green eyes would glance up at his own, watching him as his face contorted with the intense feeling. And if she could grin, she would.


Surprisingly enough, Faye enjoyed giving oral sex almost more then she did recieving it. Although she was the one on her knees, in reality, she was the one in control. She gave his cock a sudden good hard suck, lips slipping over his shaft a little faster. His slight moans, shortness of breath, and the look of desire in his eyes were enough to tell her that he was thoroughly under her spell. Just as he should be.


"Stop..." As abrubtly as Vicious had started this, he stopped it. Faye looked up at him confused, trying to read his face. Had she done something wrong, had she not been good enough?


An evil grin appeared on Vicious' lips, as he yanked her up and spun her around, pressing his groin against her soft, round rear. His arms snaked about her, one hand cupping her breasts, the other dipping into her shorts, and slipping beneath the lacy panties beneath. Fingers parted her lips and probed her repeatedly, and Faye murmured in desire. The control she had moments before was gone, and she was now at his mercy. She hated it...but at the same time she wanted it.


He tilted his head so that his lips could capture her own, his tongue tangling with her own. She hungry slid her tongue into his mouth, savoring the feel, her body set now on one thing and one thing alone.


"Fuck me. Fuck me now..." Vicious slipped a third finger into her tight, moist pussy, giving her a taste more of the feeling she wanted. He breathed against her neck, mumbling a few phrases in a tone of voice she had never heard from him before.


"Is that what you want...hm?" His voice was barely above a whisper, smooth as silk, with a ring to it that only made her want him more. "Do you want my cock...?" His breath trailed over her neck, tongue and teeth grazing the skin lightly.


"Yes..." Faye found herself barely able to say. "I want it..." He thrust his fingers into her at a faster pace, and she cried out with each thrust. Vicious grinned, before suddenly removing his hand from inside her...toying with the tiny button of flesh and the skin around it, seeing just how loud he could get her to scream. When her moans were to his satisfaction, he removed his hand...much to Faye's disappointment.


He yanked her around once again so that he could look her over. Her brow was covered with sweat, her face twisted with desire. Hands went to the single blue button that held her shirt closed, and unclasped it. Her breasts were full, nipples erect. His lips lightly brushed over each at first, before giving them a quick bite. Not too hard, but just enough for her to feel it.


And then she felt him enter her. There was no missing that. His body crashed against her own, his hands firm on her rear end, pushing her on and off of him. Faye's hands rested on his shoulders, not taking her eyes off him, watching him closely as he used her body as the vessel for his pleasure...However, she enjoyed it. It was *her* pleasure as well. As she felt him ram against her insides, she felt exhilarated. She wasn't sure who was dominating who, but she knew one thing....They both wanted this.


As Vicious finished, he cried out, fingers scraping against Faye's back. He slumped over, bringing her down with him, both of them lying against the wall, still coupled with each other.


Time ticked away, though it could have been as little as a second or as much as an hour by the time when Vicious pulled out of her, and then carefully set his clothing straight. Faye stood too, looking as dazed and surprised as ever.


It is ironic how two people, who are masters of saying the right things, at exactly the right times, could find no words to express their thoughts and feelings at this moment in time.


~*~


"You've got to make them trust you. Find out where they're weakest, and then use it to crush them."


Vicious and Faye sat across from each other, Vicious in a pair of slacks and an old shirt, Faye in his bathrobe. They each held a hot cup of coffee in their hands, and had that ruffled, 'just out of bed' look, although it was well past two in the afternoon.


"I know, I know, but don't you think you need to wait a little while longer? Find out what crawled up their ass...Find out what they say they want. And then let me take it from there, I'll find out what they REALLY want. We'll own them, I promise..."


Vicious' eyes met her own, and just stared into them for a moment. This girl wasn't all soft and sweet, she had a lust to her. A lust for power and money that, well, he couldn't exactly fault her for, since he really felt the same way.


"Then I'll have an inital meeting with the syndicate's leader. I'll find out what he wants us to think his terms are. You'll take it from there..." His coffee was placed on the table,arms crossing over his chest.


"And I will...you know I will." Faye took a deep breath...before finally saying what she had been wanting to say all alone. "Last night....I enjoyed it." She spoke quietly, not really sure how he was going to react.


"...I did as well." He stared at her from across the table, silent for a moment as he stood up, and circled about to sit beside her. "...To have a woman like that, without any...emotion...It was good."


"And you'd do it again?"


Vicious nodded his head, a hand slowly running across the bare skin of her thigh beneath the robe.


"...Good to know. Good to know."