Seatbelt; (Spike x Reader x Vicious)

Guilty (Session 3)

Track(s) for the Session: wRoNg by Zayn ft Kehlani AND Come Here by Sabrina Claudio

Sorry for the delay on this! I haven't been feeling confident in my writing skills. But here is your warning for heavy smut/NSFW. It's a longer chapter so touch some grass.. enjoy fatalés💕🗡

         - Coco (the author who enjoyed the hell out of writing this chapter)

SN: Vicious is a cold bastard, cuddling is all he considers as aftercare.

Y/N POV:

The whole ride "home" Vicious had been dead quiet, though there wasn't much you wanted to say anyway. And anytime you tried to push your lips to say something, he just put his hand up hushing you once more.

Vicious landed his ship and turned off the engine. The eerie silence made your skin crawl. What was he going to do to you? He pushed the unlock button and your door swung open. Vicious never even looked in your direction. You felt tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. 'Right, we need to go in separately.' You swung your feet out and hopped down. You turned to him as you pulled on the collar of your jacket.

"I'm sorry... but you are being unreasonable." Slamming the ship door shut, you walked to the fire exit door. 'Say something!' Your lips trembled. Today was a shitfest and now your only haven, your only safe space was filled with tension. You swung open the door and ran to the apartment.

How had he gone from "we have so much to talk about", to not talking to you at all? This was stupid. You fumbled with your keys, trying to get the door opened. You dropped them and took a deep exhale before bending down to pick them up. You slammed the door behind you once you got inside and scanned the room.

The memories came flooding back to you. Movie night on the couch. Slow dancing with Vicious on a drunk night. You patching Vicious up after a terrible gunfight. Vicious chasing you that one time you cut his hair. A small sad smile appeared on your face.

You had 20 minutes to decide what you were going to do. Your ship was back in TJ. You were a wanted criminal with the Red Dragon Crime Syndicate. You had no family. You had no friends.

You had no choice.

You ran across the room into the bedroom and grabbed a duffle bag from the closet. You stuffed clothes as quickly as possible. 'Shit!' You didn't have your sword. You ran back across the living room, skipping steps to move quicker. You stood in the doorway of Vicious' closet and looked through the many swords he kept. The room smelled like sandalwood and leather. You inhaled deeply.

You'd miss this. You'd miss Vicious. You didn't know where you were going, but being in a house with someone not speaking to you was pretty low on your list. Walking over to his sword collection, you ran your fingers over them remembering all the fights each one had seen. You wanted to take one, you had come up here for that sole purpose, but stealing it didn't feel right.

You turned to leave and Vicious was standing in the doorway. 'What happened to 20 minutes?!' You gasped and ran around the island. Vicious didn't budge an inch standing in the only exit from this room. You were trapped and under his mercy.

"Vicious... please." you begged. "Let me leave, and I won't come back. I-I will never bother you again." Your grip tightened on the duffle bag strap.

"Where were you?" He finally spoke.

You swallowed hard.

"I went to kill Spike Spiegel."

"You WHAT?!" Vicious walked into the room, you backed into the corner. "Why in the hell would you go after him??"