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
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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?"