A/N: Something random that I felt like writing, I've wanted to start a darker fic for a while, and this is baisically a little introduction, and I'll continue if people like it and respond, so please, a review would be nice!

Disclaimer: I own sod all, it belongs to Joss

Timing: Season 4ish

Summary: Most of the storyline will be revealed in flashbacks later on in the story, if I continue, as well as developing in the present as well, so for the moment there isn't much of a storyline.

The music was pumping, the bodies were moving, the air was thick with smoke and Willow was trying to get lost in the sensations. She knew he was here, she had seen him earlier on, watching her calmly, knowing that by the end of the night she would be on her knees, begging for him. But she wasn't going to surrender, not yet. She would make him wait for as long as she could, and he would make her pay for that, but she had to show some control on the outside, even though they both knew she only had this small slip of control because it amused him, and the moment he ceased to find her defiance amusing, it would be gone.

Spike was lounging at the back of The Bronze, keeping his red head in sight all of the time. She knew he was here, could tell by the way she was so completeley absorbed in not looking at him. She entertained herself by pretending she had her own free will, and even though her entertainment meant very little to him, he allowed it, his would come later, and by the mood she was in tonight, it most certainly would be much later. But that didn't matter, he was content to let her play her little games for now, it gave him an excuse to punish her, and she knew it.

Feeling his eyes piercing into her back Willow buried herself further into the crowd, knowing it wouldn't make any difference, but it made her feel better, slightly. Soon enough she would be desperate to get herself out of the din and noise of the club, she would regret teasing and annoying Spike but she would still do it again, she had to, it was the only way she kept her mind these days, tiny little acts showing him that she still had her own mind and not all of her actions were controlled by him.

She was trying to justify her actions now, persuading herself that pissing him off was still as good an idea as it had probably seemed to her earlier. Outwardly he seemed as calm as ever, but inwardly, despite still being annoyed at her continued atempts to defy him, he was proud of her. There were very few humans that would still fight against someone who could dominate them so fully, in every way possible. She had power, and he wasn't talking about the odd spark of magic she used to float a pencil with every now and then, he was talking about her control. She could hide all of her emotions from all of her friends, and none of them suspected a thing. He knew how much strain it put on her to keep it like that, knowing what they would say if they found out she was hiding anything from them, not that they could complain for long, he could easily put a stop to that and she knew it, but still he held a tiny bit of respect for her, it wasn't much, but it was all she had.

Willow risked a quick flick of her eyes and they instantly met with Spike's, and she found she couldn't look away, no matter how hard she tried, he held her eyes as she continued to dance, swaying in time to the beat of the music. He wouldn't get up, she knew that. She was safe here on the dance floor, what she wasn't safe from was herself. She would remove herself from the safety of the dance floor and into his dangerous grasps and they both knew it, the only thing neither of them knew was how long she would be able to go before her resolve crumbled into a million pieces.

And there it was, the tiny slip she made nearly every time. He refused to let her look away, he held her gaze unblinkingly and saw her unsuccessfully trying to look away, get out of the reach of his heated gaze. Very slowly he slipped his hand down to the front of his jeans and he knew that she knew exactly what he was doing, by the look of recognition in her eyes. He began to rub himself very slightly, just enough to make a slight blush appear on her cheeks, which were already rosy from the heat of the sweaty club she still insisted on going to. He felt himself harden and knew he wouldn't allow her much longer in the club, he needed to hear the sound of her voice, apologising, pleading, begging for him and he was going to make sure she felt every minute that he had spent waiting for her, being kept from touching what was his by vampire lore.

He did it every time, and she was annoyed with herself more than anyone else that it still got to her. However by doing it, he showed that he was starting to get impatient and she wouldn't be able to stay here for much longer, and by the slight twitch in his cheek muscle she could tell he was in an even worse mood than usual. She could go to him now and things would be a lot easier for her, he may even be more considerate, but that would mean giving up to him and letting him win. Her own victories were few and far between, but she was determined not to let him have this one, so with that voice still in her head she stared into his eyes for a second longer before spinning around and losing herself in the beat once again.

Spike allowed himself a small smirk, as if turning around was going to make the slightest bit of difference. He was half tempted to go up there and join her on the dance floor, but he knew he wouldn't. It seemed to be a sanctuary of sorts for her, now she was no longer the nerd she had been back in highschool she had no problem with embarassment over dancing and dancing was her only escape these days, and he was happy to let her have this one escape from him, for now.

Turning back around she saw him stand up and start to walk out of the club and she knew that her freedom was gone, for now at least. She waited until he had walked out of the door before she began to follow him slowly, which was dangerous in itself. Waiting was not something that Spike took too nicely to, but she was in for it tonight so she might as well show one last shred of rebellion for the night. She reached the door and walked out seeing Spike waiting around the corner in one of the many dark alleyways that were perfect for many of the occupants who got a little too hot for the club and needed a quick, private wall for a quick grope, or something more.

He saw her walk slowly towards him with a determined look in her eye and he allowed the customary smirk to grace his features as she stopped in front of him and looked him in the eye for under a second before lowering her gaze to the ground. Then slowly her knees bent and she joint her eyes on the ground, as she kneeled before him, her head level with his cock. His hand moved and he pinched the bottom of her cheek and tilted her head upwards towards him and she raised her eyes with her head to look him once more in the eye. He looked deeply into her eyes, trying to gage exactly how much trouble she would be causing him tonight before he let go and let his hand wander to a stray piece of hair which he wrapped around his finger.

"Red" The one word was said in a voice full of comand, the type of comand that only a master vampire could acomplish. It was a word made up solely of dominance and her response would tell him exactly how well behaved she would be for the entire night. It wasn't what word she would say, he already knew that, and she wouldn't dare to say anything but that, but how she said it, that would let him know exactly how his night would go ahead. Finally he let go of the strand of hair and rubbed his thumb briefly over the bite mark on her neck; his mark and he recieved his reply.

"Master"