Control Issues

Pairing: Spike/Faith
Spoilers: Season Seven Spoilers
Warning: This fic contains BDSM, Non-Consensual/Romance-Rape, and Character Death
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Spike watched them walking through the cemetery from his perch on top of one of the taller mausoleums. He had been watching her a lot lately. The way she moved with such false confidence, always playing the tough girl, but he knew the truth. He had seen it clear as a bell that night in the basement when they had had their little talk. All her bravado about needing to get a man after her time in the pokey, but that they were all just the same, wanting to be the ‘top’ when all the while she could snap them in half with a flick of her wrist. He could’ve shown her what a real man was like, and would have too if that bitch Buffy hadn’t come in just then.

An image of the blonde slayer came to mind and his face twisted up like he had just tasted sour milk. He knew it was wrong; after all he had gone through hell to get his soul back so he would finally be good enough for her to love him. But ever since he had returned, the spark just wasn’t there anymore. He still admired her strength, and planned to stay and help ‘fight the good fight,’ his guilty conscience, courtesy of his soul, insisted that he try to make some retribution for his past deeds. Saving the world again would go a long way toward helping to even his scorecard. But if he had to listen to one more of that bint’s long-winded speeches, he might have to kill her himself.

He shook off the thought, and went back to watching the dark haired beauty while she patrolled with Principal “Waa, You Killed Me Mum” Wood. Man, he hated that wanker! He could see the way Faith had been watching him lately too, and it made his cold blood boil. It was obvious she just wanted to use him to scratch an itch, but she would never get the chance if he had anything to say about it.

“Slow night, huh?” Faith asked, pausing for a break and hopping up to sit on a nearby headstone.

“Yeah, the place is really dead,” Wood replied lamely.

“Well then, Mr. GQ, why don’t you come over here and liven it up a bit?”

“Umm, aren’t we supposed to be patrolling? I mean, not that it isn’t a tempting offer, but what about the First and all the little minions that could be out here?”

“Well, I don’t see anyone out here now, so I think we have time for a little rock’m - sock’m,” she replied with a suggestive arch of her eyebrow.

Few men could resist such an offer, and the young principal was not one of them. He wasted no time moving in and capturing her mouth in a clumsy kiss. Sadly though, he had spent far too much time hunting vampires and not nearly enough kissing girls and it showed as he slobbered on her chin like a St. Bernard, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her top. Spike had seen enough.

It was as if someone had flipped a switch in his head and all that was left was rage. He was sick of having every girl he cared for taken from him and it was going to stop, now.

Faith was momentarily distracted by thoughts of how a man as hot as Oliver Wood could be so lame when it came to making out, that she didn’t notice Spike jumping down and running straight for them until she heard him cry out with a great, ARRRRGH!

Realizing they were in danger, she shoved Wood away, only to see Spike hurtling towards them. She quickly spun around to see what attacker could be coming up behind them that would have set the blonde vamp off, but there was nothing. Faith turned again, confusion evident on her face, just in time to see Spike grab Wood and throw him to the ground, wasting no time in snapping his neck with a dull crack.

‘Oh, shit! He’s lost his soul again,’ she thought with a shock. She grabbed her steak and dove at him, but the blonde vamp was too quick for her and rolled smoothly to the side, aiming a sharp kick to her ribs. They both stood quickly, Faith panting somewhat to regain her breath from the blow, and then the battle really began. Punches, jabs, windmill kicks, the Slayer had to admit he was pretty good, but there was no way she was going to lose.

However, her surety of her survival soon waned as Spike steadily wore her down. They both had the super strength and the speed, but there was a fire in the vampire’s eyes unlike any she had ever seen and before she knew it, he had her pinned to the ground, her own stake jabbing her between the ribs.

‘At least I went out fighting,’ she thought with conviction, waiting for him to drive the stake home. Instead, he reached up with one hand, grabbing her by the hair, and cracked her head on the ground hard enough to knock her out.

When Faith swam back to consciousness, she found herself chained in some cave, her head pounding like a son of a bitch. She was cold, and surprisingly naked, her body pressed face first against a rock wall, held in place by the shackles on her wrists and ankles, which were biting into her bare skin.

She thought she heard a noise behind her, but she was unable to turn far enough to see for sure.

“Who’s there?! Is it you Spike, you fucking bastard?!”

“Rough talk for such a fine lady, pet, and yeah I’m here,” he whispered in her ear suddenly. She hadn’t realized he was so close.

He ran a cool hand down her back, watching with wonder as the bruises from their earlier fight steadily disappeared before his eyes. His hand continued down to cup one perfectly rounded cheek, and she shuddered, trying to move away.

“What do you want, Spike?” the dark slayer asked with cold fury.

“Why to give you what you want, luv. That’s all.”

“What are you talking about?! I WANT you to let me go!”

“No, what you want is to be dominated. You want a man that can really take control, and that is exactly what I’m doing, I’m taking control,” Spike replied, his voice calm but his tone deadly.

“Are you fucking CRAZY?! What the hell would make you think I would want this?!” she screamed, becoming frantic at the thought of what ‘taking control’ might mean.

“You did, that night in the basement. You were telling me how guys like it when you’re the helpless little girl. But I could see it in your eyes, the disgust at knowing that none of them could ever really dominate you, but I can. With me you ARE a helpless little girl. I’m going to hurt you, and fuck you, and you’re going to beg me for more.”

“Never!”

“We’ll see,” Spike replied, picking up a large bullwhip, “How about some mood music?”

Faith heard the Sex Pistols come blaring out of a radio somewhere behind her, and then felt the crack of leather as it smacked against her back, biting into her skin and leaving a bloody welt in its wake.

“Feel free to scream as much as you like, it really gets me hard,” Spike said with a smirk as he began raining down blows on her back, buttocks, and thighs.

Faith didn’t scream, she didn’t cry out, she didn’t even whimper. She may not have been able to fight back, but he wouldn’t break her. She still had the control. With every lash of the whip, she swallowed the pain along with her tears. But worse than the torture she was enduring was this other feeling that was growing inside of her, this unexplainable joy at finally being bested in some way, and the desire to just let go and give herself over to it. The humiliation these feelings brought her was unbearable, and she gritted her teeth, trying to drive them away, even as she felt her arousal growing.

Spike could smell her sweet blood, and other juices, the two combining to create a heady aroma. He set the whip down and moved closer to examine the bloody ruin her back had become. It was almost a shame that slayers healed so quickly and that in a few days there would be no evidence of their night together. She looked marvelous hanging in chains while blood ran from her body, and he fixed the image in his head so he could keep it forever as he quickly shed his clothes.

His cock was painfully hard from their foreplay, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it in her, but first he wanted to taste her, and then he wanted her to beg.

He moved up behind her, letting his shaft rub against her buttocks with a slight moan as he began lapping the blood off of her shoulder. She tasted like fire, like obstinance, and fear. She was delicious. As he ran his cool tongue across the back of her neck and over to her other shoulder, his body pressed against hers, Faith shuddered again, but this time with desire, unconsciously pushing her ass back for better contact with his rigid cock. Spike moaned again, forcing a hand between her and the rock wall, pinching her nipples harshly before trailing it down to her dripping core.

It was her turn to moan as he found her swollen clit and gave it a twist. She arched her back to give him better contact, her control finally slipping, tears rolling down her cheeks. Spike knew he had achieved his goal as he felt the gentle sobs racking her body, her hips pumping all the while as he finger fucked her.

“Tell me you want me, pet,” he purred in her ear.

“N-N-No,” she sobbed, hiccupping slightly.

“Just let it go, baby. I know you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask…”

“Never,” she whispered in reply.

“It’s hard being the slayer, lonely having to be strong all the time,” he said, running his tongue lightly over her ear before continuing. “You don’t have to be strong around me though. I just want you, Faith, not the slayer. So let it go…” at this she totally broke down, sobbing, gasping for breath, as years of loneliness and misery washed over her. “Just tell me you want me, and you will never have to be alone again…”

“I-I-I…want you…please,” she managed to choke out softly between sobs.

He didn’t need any further invitation than that. He pulled his hand away from her center and slammed his cock into her, reeling at her heat. It was no longer about control between them, but secretly the vampire was grateful to be taking her from behind so that she couldn’t see the total desperation in his eyes as he drove his length into her over and over again.

With every thrust he could feel his body sliding against hers, lubricated by the blood still dripping down her back. Tears continued to run down her cheeks, but her sobs had been replaced by a keening wail as with each motion of their bodies she was pushed against the rock wall, the jagged stone scraping against her sensitive nipples and clit with brutal force. Her legs began to shake as she felt her orgasm nearing, and only the chains holding her wrists in place kept her from collapsing as she finally went over the edge with a pent up scream. Her inner muscles clamped down unbelievably hard around his cock, pushing him over the edge as well, as she milked every last bit of cum from him, their combined essence running down her legs.

When it was over, she hung limply with exhaustion, as Spike fumbled around in his pockets for the keys to her shackles. Once she was free, he scooped her up and carried her into the next room where the music had been coming from. He laid her down gently on her stomach in the middle of a large bed, he went to switch off the radio and the utility lights that hung from the ceiling. She couldn’t see too well from her position, and it hurt too much to move, but she could swear she saw a herd of unicorns out of the corner of her eye just before the lights went off. Then he was in the bed with her, carefully pulling her on top of him. He would cover her later, after she stopped bleeding. He didn’t want her to catch cold but if the blankets stuck to her wounds it could cause complications. Faith didn’t seem to notice or care, she simply clung to Spike like a frightened child as sleep crept up on her.

“Spike?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Did you mean what you said about never being alone again?” she asked with a slight tremble, tears beginning to sting her eyes again.

“I sure did, pet,” he answered, bending down slightly to brush a light kiss across her forehead. “From now on, you can take care of the world, and I will take care of you.”

Her tears did begin to fall then as she realized that finally she had found someone strong enough to take care of her, someone to be in control. She wasn’t alone anymore.

The end.