Wishverse

Version : Spike-Willow

-Part One-

 

AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Wishverse

PAIRING : Spike/Willow

RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of salty goodness!)

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!

NOTE: We wrote this as role-play on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored  before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!

 

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Bored now. Xan's gone... off to recruit some more vampires. Like the Master needs more vampires. And Puppy's just not as much fun as he used to be. He doesn't try to fight me anymore. And what's the fun in *that*?

 

I need a new toy.

 

Maybe the Master will let me go find a human to torture. They're always fun. I need something to *do* while my mate is gone.

 

"Is he busy?" I ask the minion at the door to the Master's chamber.

 

"He's got company," he replies.

 

Like that's ever stopped me before. "Announce me," I order. He gives me a look like he wants to object but decides better. I can't help laughing as he goes into the Master's room. All the minions are more afraid of me than The Master, I think. Which suits me just fine.

 

 

I look around. The room is a bleedin' dump, but Angelus always said that about the Master. Least it's above ground.

 

"So, where is the crazy one?" The old bat cackles from his chair.

 

"Off with Darla spreadin' the love," I say as I look around at the bloodstains on the walls. At least it's a party. That's something I suppose, although I really was reluctant to come *here* of all places. Sunnydale. The Mecca of vampires.

 

But it sure as fuck ain't *my* Mecca.

 

My Mecca is between some gorgeous chit's legs... cor, I need a good shag. Dru's been gone for three months now, pracin' around with the queen of the damned. Recruiting. Don't know why he's gotta send *my* bird out when he's got plenty of recruits right here.

 

"So," I'm so painfully bored and hard, but I'm not gonna bring up the latter of the two. That would most likely get me under *him* and let's face it, NO ONE wants *that* to happen.

 

"So, what's there to do for fun around here?"

 

Just then, the door opens. "Master?" A weak voice questions.

 

"WHAT?" The old bat growls loudly.

 

"The Mistress Willow requests an audience," he says, not looking at the Master. And THAT is why he's a minion and I'm kindred. Gotta know when to look your superiors in the eyes. Of course, I also have a century easy on him.

 

"I told you I was not to be disturbed! Can't you see that I have compa-" He stops mid-sentence. "On second thought, send her in. There's someone I want her to meet."

 

Willow? I've heard about her. Dru had visions about her. A truly magnificent creature, so I've heard. Gorgeous in the kill, vicious on the hunt, primal in the sack.

 

My kinda woman.

 

 

The minion returns after about five minutes and I just *can't* let him get away with that. I may be six inches shorter than him, but I'm older by a couple years. And I'm irritated, so that helps. I pin him against the door and growl: "Don't *ever* leave me waiting that long, EVER again. Understand?"

 

He nods and I grin. "Good. Now I assume The Master is waiting for me?"

 

"Yes, Mistress," he mumbles, backing further away from me.

 

All right then. Time to ask the Master for permission to go find a new plaything. I hate the thought of asking *anyone* for permission for anything... but he can't possibly live for *too* much longer. At least that's what Xan keeps telling me. And then we'll be in charge.

 

I walk in and spare a glance at the Master's visitor as I approach my grand-sire. The other vampire looks like a reject from a punk-rock band. Oh, okay, so he's mildly good-looking. But he can't be anyone too important, dressed like *that*.

 

 

Willow.

 

The stories just don't do her justice.

 

How old did the Master say she was? Five? But I can feel this power radiating off her.

 

Plus, she's fucking gorgeous. I especially love the leather.

 

"Willow," The Master brushed his hands over her tits and I can't imagine being a woman with his claws all over me. I shudder just thinking about it. Not that I'm a poufter or anything, but Angelus and I did rut and it was nice. But... the Master?

 

"Willow, I'd like to introduce you to William, of Angelus."

 

 

"William?" Okay, I obviously missed something in my first look. Um...no. He still looks like a Billy Idol wanna-be. He definitely *doesn't* look like William the Bloody. Aka Spike. Killer of two slayers. Childe of Angelus. "THE William the Bloody?" Okay, I sound like I'm impressed or something.

 

Which I'm not. Not in the least. Just like I haven't noticed the way he's been looking at me. That's nothing new, anyway. Although Xander would probably try to hurt him if he saw it. He's kind of possessive of me.

 

But Xander's not here. And I'm... bored, which usually also means horny. And Xander's not here. I really need a new plaything.

 

 

"The one and only, Luv," I say as I walk over and kiss her on her cheek, lingering lightly to inhale the sweet aroma of a horny woman. Fuck, I really love that smell. And although I know Dru would kill me for even *thinking* about fucking another without her presence, Dru's not here.

 

And I'm hard as steel.

 

"So, you're the infamous Willow."

 

 

I guess he's a little more than mildly good-looking. Or maybe I'm a little more than slightly horny. Whatever. But his blue eyes and high cheekbones and really tight jeans aren't helping matters. "Infamous?" I wonder what exactly he's heard about me? I've heard the stories too... started a few myself. It's fun scaring the minions.

 

 

"I'll be right back my children." The Master says and disappears, but I don't notice and neither does she. We're too busy staring at each other intensely.

 

"Heard lots of stories 'bout you. Let me see, what was my favorite?" I ask as I step into her space. "Oh yes, fought ten men single handedly." I lift one of those hands to my mouth and kiss it teasingly. "Although I have no doubt you could do *some* things single handedly, I doubt that a fledge of five could take ten men."

 

 

I smile. "Actually, that was one of the true stories. Of course I used a little magic to help me, but it was still just me." He can't hide his surprise. Well, good. I like it when others are a little uncertain around me. "I may *be* just five, but I can still take on anyone who challenges me. It's why I'm the Master's favorite at the moment."

 

 

"I was under the impression that *Darla*, was and always *will* be the Master's favored," I say as I lean in to bite her bottom lip tauntingly. "But then again, I can see how you young ones could get confused, what with all the *real* vampires out recruiting."

 

 

I growl and shove him away. "Funny. If I were you, I'd go ask *Angelus* just how much of a *real vampire* I am. Or hadn't you heard *that* story?" I add.

 

 

Full of fire. That's what Darla said.

 

"Oh, you mean have I heard how you torture a helpless victim who thinks he *deserves* the pain? Yeah, that's what us *real* vampires do alright."

 

I can see the rage in her eyes as we start to circle each other, for what I'm not sure. To fuck? To kill each other? To cure our boredom?

 

Don't know. But I sure wanna find out.

 

 

He really must think I'm stupid. Okay, so I'm a little slow tonight, and I didn't get it at first. But that's because I was caught off-guard finding him here. But I get it now. He's taunting me. Trying to make me so irritated that I'll... who knows. Fight him? Fuck him?

 

And yes, both sound promising, but I'm not going to let *him* know that. This silly 'I'm a better vampire than you' game is boring... I got tired of playing it with Darla months ago. He probably learned it from her, come to think of it.

 

I shrug and decide to call him on it. "If you're so unimpressed by me, then why are you still here?" I ask.

 

 

"Good question," I say as I turn to leave.

 

Just then, the Master comes back in. "Leaving so soon, William?" He asks. "I thought we could spend some time together."

 

Okay, think quick. I had a century to practice how to get out of sticky situations. Unfortunately, in this particular case, I'm at a loss for words. I turn to the witch for help, like she'd help after I insulted her as much as did. She must have known it was all in good fun... I look at her with pleading eyes. Surely she must know how unpleasant it is to spend time with the old bastard.

 

 

I hide my urge to laugh and leave quickly, letting him pay for his earlier mean-ness. But he *is* kind of cute when he looks like that. And I *know* how not fun it is to 'spend time with the Master'. Eewww comes to mind. "Master?" I grit my teeth and slide up against him. "I'm bored and I was hoping you'd let me go out to find a new toy to play with. And I know you usually make me take a few of the idiots with me, but maybe William would like to join me. I could show him around the town... If it's okay with you, of course." I look over at Spike with a 'You owe me *BIG* for this' look when the Master gropes my breasts.

 

 

"I suppose that would be alright since he *will* be around a while. Make sure you inform him of the white coats, though they make little difference. Fighting them is pointless now that their numbers are so few. Still, a vampire must be warned."

 

She nods and grabs my hand to lead me out of the room.

 

She yanks me roughly through the club and onto the street. Then, she stands there with her hands on her hips, staring at me.

 

 

"Still not impressed?" I ask. "Because I can manage just fine out here without you and you can go find someone more interesting, if you want. I'm not even sure *why* I helped you, other than I know how gross HE is and even *you* don't deserve that kind of torture."

 

 

"Didn't say I was unimpressed, quite the contrary, I hear you've got potential. And the Master clearly has an unhealthy attachment to you... I just don't think you should make judgments on Angelus is all. That... shell you've got chained up is no Angelus, Luv. It's disgusting and you will *not* insult *my* sire without facing the consequences. Angelus was five hundred times the vampire *you* are or ever will be."

 

Then, I look around and inhale deeply. No humans? No heartbeats? Where do they feed?

 

"But, I suppose I do owe you a chance to make it up to me." I flash her an apologetic smile as I reach out for her leather-clad waist. "So, who do you kill for fun around here?"

 

 

So *that's* what got him all mean. I suppose I can understand. If anyone insults Xander, I... well, I hurt them until they scream for mercy and then hurt them until they beg for death. *Then* I hurt them some more and... You get the idea.

 

But since he seems to be over his irritation, maybe we can have a little fun after all. Killing. That's what I mean, of course. "The human's are a little hard to find, since The Master took over," I answer his question. "But they're around. It's really fun if you catch one of the White Hats out." At his confused look I explain, "They're the humans dumb enough to try to actually fight us. They have this silly belief a slayer's on her way... and they're going to protect the town until then."

 

I shrug. "So that's who The Master wanted me to warn you about. Not that they're that hard to kill. But I guess if you're not watching for them..." We start walking and I point to Sunnydale High. "That's where they hang out. You in the mood for a little fun?"

 

 

I step close to her and pull her body flush against mine, letting her feel how ready for fun I am.

 

"I'm *always* ready for fun, Pet. What'd you have in mind?"

 

 

Well yeah, *that* too... but later. "I'm hungry." I have the feeling he's going to say something crude so I add quickly. "For some White Hat blood. They're just sitting in that library, planning away. Begging for us to go kill them." I give him my well-practiced pout, the one that has made every man I've ever met agree to absolutely anything I say.

 

 

I assume that pout of hers is what usually gets her what she wants from anyone she wants.

 

However I am not one of those losers.

 

She *clearly* hasn't met Dru. She doesn't know the kind of guilt trips I take from *her*.

 

"Thought the Master has forbidden you from gettin' in their way," I say as I slide my hands up her delicious body to cup her breasts.

 

 

"You think I actually...." I swear, there was a sentence in my brain a second ago. And then it left when he pinned me up against the wall. And have I mentioned I haven't had good sex for three months? Something tells me he's probably got a little talent, more than the damn minions, anyway. And he *is* Angelus' childe....

 

That smirk, that's annoying, though. Not enough to get me to stop him from touching my breasts like that or grinding his hips against mine. But enough to remind me what I was trying to say. "You think I actually do what the Master tells me?" I ask. "He's just old and paranoid. He wouldn't rule this town without the rest of us helping him keep the humans in line."

 

 

"Hm." I muse before I start to nip at her neck. I run my tongue down her neck, over her jugular and down to the top of the valley between her breasts. I stop because of the shirt, but it won't impede my movements for long. "I bet," I say as I bite one of her breasts through the shirt, "That you're a real firecracker in bed."

 

 

"Oh, and you think you're going to find that out?" I suppose that would've been more believable without the moaning beforehand, but I'm horny. And so is he. And we both *know* that... So normally I wouldn't be so argumentative but I can't seem to help myself. I wonder if he has this affect on a lot of people.

 

 

I chuckle before thrusting my hips into hers once more. "I know so."

 

 

I'll have to ask Darla. Later. Right now I know of another way to knock that smirk off his face. A few ways that will be a little more enjoyable for both of us. "Come on," I say, grabbing him by the arm and continuing down the street. He looks confused, considering we're heading in the *opposite* direction from the Club. "Xan and I have an apartment a block away, for when we don't want the Master to know we're around and interrupt us," I explain.

 

 

"What about the fun you promised, Luv?" I ask with a hunger in my voice and my hands grabbing her ass as she walks.

 

 

I frown at him. "I *am* still speaking English, right? Apartment. Far away from the Master. For not being interrupted." I wait for the light to go on in that bleached-blonde head of his. That's probably it. The bleach has affected his brain. Although it doesn't make him look as stupid as I originally thought it did. It's ... well, he's sexy. Exactly the kind of guy human-Willow would have had a hopeless crush on.

 

 

It's only through others that I can truly appreciate how right Angelus was in accusing me of me being purposely infuriating.

 

But hey, you haven't *felt* passion until you've felt his, especially if it's frustration induced.

 

"Just thought we were gonna feed is all." I pull her back towards me as we walk and I grind my cock into her ass. "But I'll take my fill from you just the same," I whisper before biting her neck hard with blunt teeth.

 

 

I can't keep the whimper from escaping. "I thought you..." He chuckles and the light goes on in *my* head, again, a little late. I turn to face him. "You are just purposely irritating!" I accuse him. He just shrugs. I wonder how he got away with that for over a century while living with Darla and Angelus? You'd think one or the other would've just beat it out of him.

 

I sigh. "Do you want to eat or do you want to go fuck?" He's not the only one who can be crude. I'm hungry but I'm also way too horny at this point, and I can't decide what's more important at the moment. So I'll just let him decide. I have no idea *why*, except that I think he'll get his way no matter what I try. My pout had zero effect and I'm still baffled by that one.

 

 

"How about," I grab her tits and squeeze them roughly, "Fuck, then feed, then fuck again?"

 

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