Pairing: Willow/Spike
Rating: R (and there's torture,emotional, mostly, noncon, and darkness)
Warning: Rape
Summary: Spike reflects on the joys of pet-ownership.
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Author's Notes: This fic was written to thank Tonya for the lovely new layout of my LJ! You are so splendid, Tonya!
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He hadn't been this happy since long before the Initiative had implanted the chip in his head.
If he'd known what a wonderful pet Willow would make, he would have taken her that long-ago night in the factory. But back then he'd been too drunk and too besotted with Dru to see what was right in front of him. And perhaps things were better this way anyway. Willow hadn't had so much power in those days, and the flavor of it, running untapped and useless in her veins, made her blood the sweetest he'd ever tasted...even more potent and succulent than Slayer's blood.
And then there was that hot, tight body of hers. Sure, she was less voluptuous than his taste usually ran to in women, and the necessities of keeping her securely under his control had made her even skinnier, but she had lovely legs and the prettiest little bum he had ever seen. And oh how he liked burying his cock between those two perfect globes. Pity she hadn't been a virgin. But all that time with that stuttering little shadow of hers had made sure she was every bit as tight as one, and she even bled quite often when he took her, so he really had no complaints.
Well, one, of course. He couldn't be with her as often as he would have liked. He still had to play his role with those annoying pals of hers; after all, he was still chipped and helpless against humans. But dealing with them wasn't all bad, though having to let the Slayer screw him in order to "feel" ranked low on the list of experiences he'd like to repeat, just above having Angelus screwing him when he was confined to the wheelchair. But even shagging Buffy could be endured. After all, keeping on good terms with the slutty Slayer and her pals gave him great ammunition to use to keep his little pet in line. And he didn't even have to lie to hurt her.
Buffy and the others weren't looking for her. Not even Tara was concerned. Everyone thought that Willow had cracked under the strain of magick withdrawal, fallen off the wagon, and left town. No one even considered the possibility that something bad might have happened to her. And no one was making so much as a token effort to look for her.
He reminded Willow of that every day, enjoying watching her crumble under the truth in his eyes as her tiniest hopes shattered into a thousand pieces.
He loved best to speak of her friends while he was fucking her deep and slow in a parody of lovemaking. Whispering in her ear about Tara's new girlfriend as if he were murmuring endearments as he thrust his cock over and over into his pet's sore, dry channel; licking away her tears; telling her he knew how happy she must be that her friends were doing just fine without her; even better, in fact, without the burden of worrying about her and her weakness. How delighted she must be that Tara had moved on and that her new girl was eagerly embraced by Willow's old gang.
Combining physical and emotional torment always brought him the most
pleasure. There was nothing like tears from the soul, they tasted almost
as sweet as blood. And even after all this time, Willow could still be
counted on to cry. He gloried in the goodness of spirit that made her so
eternally easy to wound and scar. Her friends knew nothing about her, thinking
she was dark and wrong. She may not have been human anymore, a fact he
still felt proud to have deduced, but she still had more purity by far
than the Slayer and the rest of them combined; a fact that made her the
perfect pet for a bitter, chipped vampire with a heart full of anger and
a demon too-long repressed. He just wished there was some way he could
keep her like this forever.
The End.