Seatbelt; (Spike x Reader x Vicious)

Vixen; (Pre-Session 2)

Track for Chapter: FOR YOUR LOVE by Måneskin

AU: In the 2060s Y/N is a young adult in the Red Dragon Crime Syndicate and was born on Mars. After joining, Vicious quickly took a liking to you and you became his right hand. He taught you everything you knew, how to kill, how to hunt and most of all NEVER trust anyone.

Author note: These are prequel chapters. And it's how you and Vicious met. Thanks to @Wetsoggybeans69 who wanted a Vicious one-shot that I decided to make canon three-shot to my fic. And to help prepare me to write the next Seatbelt chapter which is the first NSFW chapter with Spike!

- Coco

WARNINGS: SFW // Violence // Power Play // Possessive // Ownership // Drinking // Part 2 of 3

From that night at the Red Star onward, you saw a lot more of Vicious. His aloof demeanor seemed less harsh, his deadly allure became a fascinating enigma you couldn't help but try to decipher. You got closer to him as days bled into nights, weeks into months, in an array of neon lights, echoing gunshots, and hurried whispers. The Red Star Club, once a realm of strangers, slowly became a backdrop for your unfolding story with Vicious. Every encounter with him, every shared glance or word was like another piece of a complex puzzle you were desperate to solve.

One particular memory was etched deeply into your mind. It was another hectic night at the club, the air thick with smoke and the musky scent of cheap cologne. You were leaning against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand. Out of nowhere, a figure emerged from the swirling mist of the dance floor, Vicious, looking as composed as ever, despite the chaos around him. His usual aloof expression was replaced with a more relaxed, almost amused one.

"Getting used to this place, Y/N?" He asked, leaning against the bar beside you, his lavender eyes fixated on the dancers.

"Trying to," you replied, taking a sip of your drink, "The noise takes some getting used to."

Vicious laughed lightly at your comment, the sound barely audible over the thumping music. The sight of his laughter was an unusual one, it made him seem less cold, more human. "It grows on you," he admitted, "just like the people."

Another pivotal moment was during a mission you were both assigned to. A sting operation to take down a rival syndicate. The tension was palpable as you both lurked in the shadows, awaiting the perfect moment to strike.

As the confrontation escalated, a stray bullet grazed your shoulder, tearing through the fabric of your black leather jacket. A gasp escaped your lips, pain flaring through your arm. Before you could react, Vicious was by your side, his gaze burning with a fury you hadn't seen before. He dispatched the shooter swiftly before turning his attention to you.

"You alright?" He asked, concern masked by his stoic exterior. You could only nod in response, gritting your teeth against the pain. His gaze softened at your stubbornness, a flicker of admiration crossing his features.

His concern caught you off guard. It was not a gesture you expected from someone like Vicious, someone so seemingly distant and cold. You realized then that he was a lot more complex than you initially thought. His respect for you grew that day, and it showed in the subtle changes in his demeanor around you.

Then came the day when Vicious's gaze on you seemed to linger a little longer, his remarks turned a bit more personal, and his rare smiles were more frequent around you. It was during one of these moments when you realized that you had moved from being an intriguing enigma to someone he genuinely wanted.

As you both stood on the rooftop of the Red Star, watching the city skyline, he turned to you. The neon lights painted his features in a soft glow, his red eyes reflecting the starry night sky. "You've come a long way, Y/N," he said, his voice barely a whisper over the city's hum, "You're not just a pretty face in a crowd. You're... more."