A/N: In honor of Spooky Season, here is a shameless One-shot. Not planning to turn this into a multi-chapter, but I left it open-ended just in case. Films after part 3 don't exist. Billy didn't die in Scream 1. He was shot by Gale, but not by Sidney, and presumed dead. He takes the opportunity to start fresh in the small town of Riverdale to lay low, after all, he'd gotten away with murder. I refer to him mainly as FP, but Sidney calls him Billy. She succumbs to the allure of darkness. As Billy wanted, they moved on to NC-17 in this. It was my sole reason for writing this, as it wouldn't get out of my head. I'm a sucker for shameless smut. But I also wanted to play around with these characters because, hello, Skeet Ulrich is fine! I always thought they were great together because I'm toxic. Oh well! Hope you all enjoy it!
It had been a close call, but somehow Billy Loomis had survived the events of one fateful night in Woodsboro. He had managed to escape the carnage but with a new outlook on life. He knew that his time as Ghostface had come to an end. The urge and drive to kill was still there, but he couldn't risk being discovered.
After months of laying low, Billy decided to start fresh. He moved to Riverdale and took on a new identity as FP Jones and grew to become the enigmatic leader of the infamous Serpents. He proved to his followers that he was a force to be reckoned with, and that he feared nothing. It wasn't long before he had made his presence known and established himself as the one to fear in the small town.
Life was good. Billy, now FP, was respected and feared in equal measure. He led the Serpents with an iron fist, but always with a sense of fairness. The town's residents knew better than to cross him, but his followers loved him for his loyalty and for the way he had changed their lives for the better. He thrived off of this, his ego boosted from both the thrill of his treacherous doings and the admiration of his followers.
He met a woman almost as twisted as he, and the two ended up having children. Their eldest, Jughead, was all brains. He hoped that his son would use his smarts for good, unlike himself. He didn't seem to possess the level of darkness that Billy had at his age, but that was still yet to be determined. Jellybean was a sweet girl, and Billy wanted only to protect her. To teach her to be good and stay out of trouble. His own parentage taught him that being there for his kids was the only thing in this life he would be able to do right. He'd be damned if he wrecked his kids the way that he was by his own parents and that bitch Maureen.
But it wasn't long before his past came back to haunt him. The killings had started again in Woodsboro, and rumors began to circulate that the Ghostface killer was back. FP knew better than anyone what that meant. Stu was still alive. His mother, Mickey, and Roman were all dead. He knew back then that he'd essentially left her for dead, and he didn't care at that point. He was too focused on creating his new life to worry about her safety. Besides, Sidney was a fighter. There was no way she was going to die at the hands of any of his successors. None of them had the fortitude to take her down, of that, he was sure. Roman was a slight risk because of his close involvement, but in the end, he didn't succeed in killing her. Billy's mother was hell-bent on revenge for his death, and he felt that she deserved what she got for abandoning him. Mickey was just a sick fuck that was too focused on notoriety. It made him sloppy; he was a ticking time bomb.
As the killings continued, FP found himself at odds with Jughead, the apparent "Serpent Prince". Jughead had his own ideas about how to handle the situation with Stu, and FP wasn't about to let him steal his thunder. His kid or not, Billy Loomis was still alive and well, and he was the motherfucker to be feared and respected. The Serpents were his. FP knew it was time to drag himself out of the bottle and return to his dark ways. Become next-level ruthless and psychopathic once again to protect what was his, no matter what issues he had with his son. He'd prove himself the badass leader once more and protect his kids in the process.
When it became clear that they needed to team up in order to catch the killer, FP found himself forming an alliance with a reluctant Jughead. Together, they worked to uncover the killer's whereabouts, ultimately discovering that it was in fact, Stu Macher. He was plotting to finish the original plan and kill Sidney in Billy's honor. As it turned out, Riverdale had its own serial killer, the Black Hood. Stu teamed up with him when he found out that Billy was still alive and well and had abandoned him. This made him angry.
In the end, they managed to catch the killers, but not before a few casualties were made, including FP's wife. Stu killed her out of spite. FP was left to mourn her loss, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before Stu tracked down Sidney, his first love. His wife possessed similar traits to Sid but could never amount to the real thing. He knew he was an ass to set such a ridiculous standard (unbeknownst to his now-deceased wife), but Sidney was it for him. Always was. Her mother was a no-good tramp that ruined his home life, but after all that happened in 1996, he knew that Sidney didn't deserve all the bullshit he put her through. She was nothing like Maureen.
FP made it his mission to keep Stu contained in the basement of the Whyte Wyrm so he wouldn't continue with his vendetta to destroy his life. He couldn't kill him because he knew that Stu had tracked down Sidney's location. The fuckrag was using it to his advantage and playing mind games with her; kept her living in fear. He planned to torture it out of him, but he forgot just how insane Stu was, so he wasn't cracking. FP decided to use his connection to Hermione Lodge to do some digging. It turned out that Sidney was now going by "Laura" and living in solitude in Wyoming. He no longer had use for Stu, and FP reverted back to his old ways. He took immense pleasure in gutting his former partner in crime. He imitated the wounds he'd inflicted on Casey Becker to be poetic. His followers finally realized just how dark their leader was. He dared them to challenge him. None were brave enough to do so. He divulged to them all he'd done in Woodsboro, and why he was so cold when he murdered Stu.
FP Jones was still standing, stronger than ever. His crew vowed to help him in his mission to seek out Sidney. Now that they knew everything, they trusted him all the more. None of them had a clean record and couldn't exactly out him anyway. But he gave them insight into his life. Jughead was floored by the revelation that his father was a serial killer, but loved him so much that he didn't dare turn him in. Instead, he proudly took over the helm (temporarily) while FP took off to Wyoming to find Sidney. Jughead and Betty bonded over the fact that their fathers were both serial killers and that they both held the same darkness within themselves.
When FP knocked on Sidney's door, he wasn't sure what would happen. The girl he'd loved and planned to kill had gone into hiding because of all that he'd set in motion so long ago. When she answered the door, it was as if she'd seen a ghost. He remembered their discussion in Stu's kitchen all those years ago and couldn't help but smirk at his mental comparison.
"B-Billy?" She gasped. Sidney began to back away in self-preservation and shock. She couldn't believe her eyes.
FP held his hands up. "Easy, Sid. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just here to tell you that I killed Stu. I know he's been harassing and tracking you. He's no longer a problem. You'll be safe now."
"W-Why save me? Last time I checked, y-you wanted to kill me." She asked, continuing to back away from him.
"That was then. I've had some time to look back on my motivations. I know that you are nothing like your mother." He spat.
"What do you want from me? Why are you here if you're not here to kill me?" She'd backed herself into the kitchen wall, her heart pounding in her chest in fear. There would be no escaping him this time. How was he even alive?
"I had to see you again. Just once. Tell you that you're safe and that I'll always look out for you, Sid."
"You killed my mother! Tatum, Casey, Steve, and others I'm sure I don't know about!"
FP nods, looking at the floor. "I know. I have darkness in me, Sid. It has never truly gone away. I drink to get the urges at bay. When I found out that Stu was tracking you though, I-I had to do something. I couldn't let him take your life. It's too precious- it means too much."
He looked at her with softness in his eyes, and Sidney wasn't sure what to do. The whole situation was insane. Billy was a heartless killer. Why then, was he looking at her as though she was all that was right in the world?
"I-I don't know what to say." She wrapped her arms around her middle and bit her lip.
"You don't have to say anything." He replied softly. He walked towards her then, slowly. Her eyes widened in fear, but he didn't stop. Once he reached her, he wrapped her in his arms. She was shaking, terrified that at any moment, she'd be dead.
FP laid his head against her hair, taking in her scent. She still smelled so good. Her hair was so soft, and he couldn't fight the temptation to run his fingers through it. He did so softly, cradling her as though she would break at any second. To him, she was precious. Her shaking didn't abate, and she stayed silent so as not to rock the boat.
"I'll always love you, baby. You were my first love. I won't let anything happen to you; I promise." He pulled back to look at her tear-streaked face and wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. To his surprise, she let out a breath she'd been holding and relaxed at his touch.
"Stu's really gone?" She looked up at him imploringly.
"I promise. I took care of it myself. That bastard is gone." He cupped her cheek then, and she leaned into him, closing her eyes with a sigh.
"You won't hurt me?" She asked timidly. She was right to be cautious after all that had transpired between them. Why wouldn't she be?
FP stroked her brow lightly, making her eyes open up and seek his. "I won't hurt you. I'm going to give you my number. If anyone ever tries to hurt you again, you call me, okay?" He looked down at her disbelieving face with seriousness. "Okay?" He repeated. If he'd learned anything from the last two decades, it was compassion. He had a family now, and he understood the importance of protecting the ones you love. He would make damn sure that Sidney would always be protected.
Sidney nodded. "Okay. T-thank you, Billy." She sniffled and shuffled her feet uneasily. He grabbed a pen and pad from her counter and wrote down his information.
"It's FP now, actually. But I'll always be Billy to you." He smiled down at her.
She returned it. "I don't understand how I'm feeling. I should be running away screaming right now…" That was an understatement. Any rational human being would find a way to contact the authorities and turn him in.
He backs away from her then. "Yeah, you probably should. I'm a monster, Sidney. Always have been, always will be." He said this resolutely, as though he'd made peace with and understood that he was in fact a true monster. His delusions from years past are no longer his driving force.
She assessed him closely, seeing the man that he'd become. He has aged like fine wine. His eyes are still as piercing as ever, and he now has facial hair giving him a rugged appearance. His body is still as gorgeous as ever, now with a few more scars than before, at least from what she can see on his arms. His hair is shorter now, and she finds that she likes it. His mouth is still as enticing as it always was, and under his stare, she was helpless. He was a horrible individual. A murderer. But she'd suspected as much when she'd given him her virginity all those years ago. It didn't stop her from doing it. There was something about the man in front of her that had always drawn her in and aroused her. Why couldn't she leave well enough alone? It's not sane to want someone like him as much as she does.
Before she could think too much more about it, she crashed into him and kissed him fiercely. Their lips locked for the first time in 20 years, and it felt like coming home. Sidney had had a few flings throughout the years, but nothing serious. She was too afraid of history repeating itself, and she didn't want to make roots and endanger her loved ones. FP cupped her face with one hand and pulled her into him with the other. Sidney had one arm wrapped around his back and the other pulling his head down to hers by his neck. Their kiss built steam, and they were moving with a voracity that didn't seem as though it could be quelled. She was descending into madness right along with him. And she found that she was beyond caring.
FP picked her up by her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, grinding her center into him. He groaned at the friction and pushed her up against the wall behind her, returning the pleasurable sensation. Sidney moaned loudly at the pressure he applied between her legs, enjoying the jolts of sensation each movement sent throughout her body. Their tongues moved fluidly together in time with the rhythm of their hips, and she felt the tension start to build rapidly. He removed his lips from hers and began trailing hot kisses down her neck to her collarbone. He began to nibble at the skin there teasingly. She whimpered, and he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned back and wrenched her shirt in half, down the middle. Her lace-clad chest was borne to him, and he was so turned on by her flushed skin and cheeks, and her gasping breaths. He returned to her mouth, kissing her with all that he had. He decided to move them somewhere more comfortable, and with one eye open walked them over to her couch. FP laid her down gently and rested his weight on top of her, grinding his hips into hers with renewed vigor.
Ripping her lips away from his, she moaned. "Please… I need more."
"What do you need, baby?" He asked sweetly, looking into her lust-clouded eyes. He'd do anything for her when she looked at him with those eyes.
"I need you, Billy. I need more. Please?" She panted. She wasn't above begging at this point. The things he was doing to her were making her insane with want.
How could he refuse her anything? Hearing his old name in such a way made him crave her all the more. He kissed the tops of her breasts and unhooked her bra, freeing them from their restraints. He took one nipple into his mouth, nibbling, and sucked deeply, causing Sidney's hips to buck up against him in her arousal. She moaned loudly at his ministrations, and he moved to the other breast to shower it with equal attention. He cupped them both, enjoying the weight and fullness of them in his hands. He ran his thumbs over the tips of them and felt them tighten under his touch. He groaned, incredibly turned on. He kissed down her chest and stomach to the top of her jeans, then popped the button. The already sizzling tension was building to a fever pitch, and she desperately wanted her pants off so he could be buried inside her finally. The ache between her legs was almost unbearable.
FP unzipped her pants and promptly pulled them off, underwear and all so she was bared to him. He found himself unable to hold back a throaty growl as his eyes took in her glistening folds. He knew he had to taste her, to savor her taste, and moved to do just that. He gave a long, slow lick up from her entrance to her clit and she moaned loudly. He looked up at her to see her big, gorgeous eyes watching him with rapt attention. She moved her hand to his hair and pulled him back to where she wanted him most and he complied readily. He drove her to pleasure with his talented tongue and skilled fingers quickly. She rode out her high bucking against his face and keening. Her taste and the feel of her fingers pulling on his hair would forever be etched in his memory. Her feminine form was perfect. She'd filled out in all the right places. Her responsiveness to his touch was intoxicating as well.
FP stood then, looking down at the wanton woman before him on the couch, and felt himself get impossibly harder. Sidney bit her bottom lip and moved forward to undo his belt and pants. He removed his shirt while she was doing so, and by the time it was up and over his head, she'd yanked his pants down to his ankles and sucked the tip of him into her mouth. His head fell back in ecstasy as she worked him with her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him and ran along the underside of his hardness, as she sucked him all the way out and back in again. He knew he'd never last if she kept that up, so he grasped her by the hair at the base of her neck and pulled her off him. Before she could protest, he kicked off his pants and shoes, pinning her back to the couch. He kissed her roughly then, and she returned it just as vigorously. FP positioned himself between her folds and rubbed his hardness up and down a few times, making Sidney shudder. The anticipation was killing her.
"Please…" She moaned. It almost sounded as though she was in pain.
"You want it, baby?" He asked huskily, continuing to tease them both.
"Mmm… yes. Please? Please, Billy!"
Without another second's hesitation, he sank into her tight heat with a groan. Being rejoined with her after so long was blissful. She was so wet and tight around him that he thought he might explode. He looked into her hooded eyes and began to move slowly, savoring each sensation. Sidney wrapped her legs around him firmly, drawing him in further, while pulling his mouth to hers. They kissed breathlessly as FP increased his pace. There was nothing in the world better than what he was doing right now, and who he was doing it with. Sidney was forever going to be tattooed on his heart. There would never be another that could make him feel this way. He touched her with feather-light fingers, cherishing her soft skin, and kissed her neck up to her ear, placing a hand around her throat. He was wreaking havoc on her senses. His actions were a perfect juxtaposition.
"Is this what you wanted, baby?" He asked and continued to fuck her while lightly squeezing her neck in just the right spot.
"God! Yes… this is what I wanted." She moaned.
"Are you mine?" He asked possessively, and she whimpered.
His grasp on her throat got tighter, and his thrusts a little harsher. Their eyes met, hers wide and somewhat fearful.
"I said, 'Are. You. Mine?' " He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust, and she was so aroused she was dripping, making his movements glide effortlessly. She was a goner.
"Yes!" She screamed, her release swiftly mounting. "All yours!"
FP loosened his grip on her throat and sped up. "Good girl. You were always my good girl, Sid." His praising words added to her pleasure.
He laid on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with his hands clasping hers, nuzzling his face into her neck.
"Mine!" He growled, thrusting inside her powerfully. Sidney flew into the abyss between his words and his actions. She came so hard that her vision went black, and her mouth opened in a breathless scream. She'd never had an orgasm that good. Ever.
FP watched her get off and felt her searing heat cinch tightly around him, evoking his own release. He groaned and shuddered inside of her, emptying himself entirely. Spent, he kissed her neck and then her lips before moving off of her to lay at her side. He wrapped an arm around her, and she nuzzled into his chest.
"I love you, Sid." He said and kissed the top of her head. "I'll always love you."
Sidney looked up at him through thick lashes and cupped his cheek. "I love you, too." Maybe she was as crazy as he was. Maybe she didn't care.
Potential Part Two:
"Come back with me, to Riverdale?" He asked.
She gasped. "What?"
"Come with me. Meet my kids, my club. Be with me." He stroked her face lovingly, tucking her long tresses behind her ear.
"What about my life here?" She couldn't possibly uproot her life and move in with the man responsible for all of her trauma, could she? Aside from that, she knows next to nothing about him now.
"You live a lonely existence here. I did my research. You don't have a family or a husband. You still talk to Dewey sometimes, but you're all alone. Be with me. Let me show you that I can love you right this time, baby." His allure was strong, and he made a good point. She's lonely. Should she move her whole life and live with the man who killed her mother and best friend? Probably not. Will she? That's a different story altogether.
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