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There have been so many of these posts, and what looks like an entire website pretty much dedicated to this topic, but nevertheless here I am adding to the mix.

Thoughts on Buffy Season 6, Sex and Seeing Red

This is long and only kind of edited. Content warning below.

CW: Discussions of abuse, addiction, and rape.

Let me just start out by saying: Spike is my favourite character in Buffy. I love him completely. He is contrary and interesting and if there is anything I would do to improve the show it would be to add more scenes with Spike. But, unlike a lot of Spike girlies – and especially many of my favourite fanon creators – I don’t think Spike is out-of-character in Seeing Red. There are some serious problems with it, but I think it’s an important scene.

My reason for saying this comes from the claim that Buffy and Willow are the main villains this season. Well, no, to be fair: in season 6, the main villains of the show are the internal villains within the characters, specifically Buffy and Willow, expressed through their actions of addiction and abuse. The Trio is a red herring Big Bad; they’re pretty much just there to provide laughs and move plot. They’re not like the Master, or Angelus, or Adam, or Glory – there isn’t ever a “gather the troops, we’ve got an apocalypse on our hands” attitude toward defeating them… because they’re just human people, making human mistakes and causing human havoc. (Much like how Buffy and Willow would be if they weren’t already saturated in the supernatural.)

Buffy and Willow’s stories run parallel in this season. They are both dealing with the aftermath of Buffy’s resurrection: Buffy is majorly depressed to the point that she feels essentially soulless, whereas Willow is guilty to such degree that the only way she knows how to cope with herself is through control and the overuse of magic.

Tangent about Sex Because That’s How I Roll:

Before we go further to discuss this, just, briefly, let’s take note that this show does not do justice to sex. In both cases, Buffy and Willow’s “addiction” is to, essentially, use sex like a drug to (sort of) feel, but more accurately numb themselves. Buffy’s use of Spike is blatant, but we must remember that Willow and Tara’s first prominent romantic/sexual connections were initially all linked to their use of magic.

It’s made clear that this idea of magic = sex between the two is continued even in season 6, as exemplified in the Once More with Feeling song Under Your Spell lines: “You make me complete,” which are cut off at the most deliciously appropriate time – and if you haven’t noticed that until I’ve pointed it out here, then well done, you!

Here there is a bit of a problem I have with the show’s messaging because it’s essentially saying that sex is bad. Tara asks Willow to stop using magic (yikes, imagine asking your lover to please stop sexing so much, babe, it’s bad for you) – and at the same time, in the parallel story, Buffy feels the need to hide her sexual tryst with Spike because it’s wrong to want to feel good.

I think it’s important to note that Buffy isn’t really upset about it being Spike, specifically. She makes a big deal of saying that he’s “everything she’s supposed to hate” and “soulless” and “evil,” but Buffy had every opportunity to have this affair with literally anyone else – in fact, she could have very easily gotten her rocks off with a different, random person every night, but chooses to use Spike. And here we can move back to the main points –

Miscommunication

Buffy and Spike’s relationship is abusive, but hardly for the reasons they make it appear on the show. At this point, Spike is a soulless demon. That he doesn’t just kill her as soon as he realizes that he can hurt her is a testament to how much he loves her, despite this. But, because he is a soulless demon, he does try to take advantage of Buffy’s attention to him by trying to convince her that she should be with him. He plays on her fears of being soulless/evil/demonic. Other than trying to persuade her to stay with him, this is the full extent of Spike’s abuse of Buffy.

At no point in their physical relationship does Spike ever abuse Buffy’s consent.

Between Spike and Buffy is a travesty of miscommunication. Need I say again: Spike is a soulless demon. From the moment he realizes his feelings toward Buffy, he is constantly trying to figure out what she needs from him, because he simply does not understand. (“What’s it take?”) He actively tries to learn what Buffy wants and how to respond to her desires. From their passionate kiss in Once More with Feeling: “The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade,” to literally his last lines of the show, “No, you don’t,” Buffy and Spike’s communication is the worst!

And this is all Buffy’s fault, by the way! She absolutely, stubbornly, resolutely refuses to talk – to most people! It’s practically a miracle that Spike understands Buffy at all – and to that end, I truly, fully, completely believe that Spike is the best partner for Buffy, simply because he’s the only one who does.

Their first time together, Buffy is verbally telling him it’s never going to happen while at the same time ripping off his clothes. At nearly every encounter between them during their affair, Buffy says it will never happen again, it will be the last time, it was the worst thing ever. These are outright lies, and Spike learns through conditioning to see right through them. When she says “Stop,” he doesn’t have to stop – because that is not what she means. He learns through the complicated, complex, contrary Buffy Talk what she actually wants and then proceeds to give it to her.

Up to Seeing Red, Buffy’s consent has always sounded like: “No.”

Buffy the Villain

Buffy has chosen Spike as her lover because he already loves her. He is emotionally invested in their relationship. He takes care of her. (“I can get money.”) She can be herself with him. (“I can be alone with you here.”) She is safe with him. (“Dawn is safe with Spike, so I can stay as long as you need.”)

During their affair, Buffy takes everything that she’s feeling about herself out on Spike. She calls him soulless, she calls him nothing, she says he’s empty; she beats him up, she kicks him out, she refuses his affection and forces him to hide his own. Spike takes it because he is loyal and in love with her, and this is the extent that Buffy abuses him. She conditions him to think that she can’t love him, she conditions him to think that saying “No” means “Yes,” she conditions him to think that her abuse of him is kinky and will lead to sex.

Buffy’s goal is only to feel something. She wants Spike to take advantage because it makes things a lot easier for her to deal with. If she says “No,” that means that she’s tried to stop him, despite it not being what she really wants or expects of him.

Because of this abuse, in a very real way, Buffy is the one who destroys the safety that Spike represented. Her abuse of him corrodes their trust, but she doesn’t know that. Buffy, despite denying it or acknowledging it, still believes in Spike’s loyalty. And not only that – by this point, Buffy has fallen in love with him. The bathroom scene in Seeing Red happens, in part, because she’s pushed Spike too far – and she’s not ready to admit to anything, because she refuses to acknowledge that she was an abuser.

The events of Seeing Red are the culmination of Buffy’s actions with the complete absence of honest communication. It is because she tells Spike to move on that he sleeps with Anya. It is because she expected his loyalty that Dawn talks to Spike. It’s because she trained Spike to do the opposite of what she says that he tries to connect with her physically to make her happy.

It is because she refuses to acknowledge not only her abuse of him, but also her love for him, that he chooses to show her instead. Because Buffy doesn’t talk – she only acts, and that’s what Spike tries to do, in the way that she taught him – from the start of their affair to the explicit events in Gone, all the way to this scene, Buffy has told Spike that sex is how to get close to her.

The Bathroom Scene

A lot of people have been traumatized by this scene. It is very difficult to watch, since we’ve got these two beautifully complicated people trying so hard to communicate and failing so badly at it. Buffy, finally, is saying what she means, but Spike can’t hear it. Spike is, as he’s been taught to do, servicing her to show her his devotion. These two people are in love with each other but are deeply hurt. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Buffy is hurt by Spike’s actions while he’s hurt by her words, since these are the languages they understand.

If done well, this scene could have been healing. They could have finally come together in grief of their broken relationship and tried to fix it to something healthier. But instead, they were using the scene to push Spike into getting a soul, so he had to go too far, and she had to say too much.

I don’t think that Spike is out of character. I think that both Spike and Buffy act exactly within their character consistencies. Spike would totally seek Buffy out if he thought she was hurting – especially if he had any hope at all that he was the cause of her hurt. Buffy would completely deny, deny, deny any emotional attachment to Spike and take no responsibility for having hurt him. She’s still stuck, here, projecting her own numbness onto Spike with the false idea that he can’t love because he’s soulless.

Because of the constant, completely screwed up ideologies within this show about sex (that sex is bad, that too much sex is bad, that kinky sex is wrong, etc.) and because of the cumulative events that arise from their abusive sex=closeness relationship, the only way they could think of to make it even worse was to escalate to rape.

I know why they did it, because it makes sense within the story of their physical affair. It’s The Worst Thing you can do to someone else. We have to remember that Buffy doesn’t care about being killed, because she sort of wants to die. Also, Spike would never want to kill her. The only other thing he might want to do is turn her, but, to Buffy, that’s the same thing as being killed. Since her belief is that a demon takes over the human host, she might even welcome being turned as much as she would welcome death.

But importantly: there is the significant and completely intentional reverse of their villainousness actions here. In this scene, Buffy can’t be the villain anymore. It doesn’t matter how much she’s abused Spike, it doesn’t matter that their relationship was murky and confusing. Because it is rape, the only villain is the person committing the act of rape.

Spike must be made the villain here because anything else is victim blaming. It was the only action the writers could take to give the title of villain back to Spike away from Buffy. Spike has to end this season being the Big Bad because he must absorb all the hurt, the pain and the soullessness that was entangled with Buffy and incorporate it into himself (“You think I like having you in here? Destroying everything that was me, until all that's left is you, in a dead shell. You say you hate it, but you won't leave.”)

He takes Buffy’s pain and heals them both by – after these events – getting his soul.

The Problem

The writing staff knew their characters (for the most part). They knew that Spike was soulless and needed something drastic to instigate his search of a soul. Hurting Buffy this way did make the most sense in the framework of their affair and in the framework of making sex akin to drugs. But attempted rape was too, too far for the viewers. Talking about sex is already difficult for society, especially at the time this show was made. Talking about and explicitly showing attempted rape caused trauma to viewers and made a lot of people turn away from the otherwise very beautifully complicated relationship between Buffy and Spike.

People against Spuffy use this scene as the ultimate fodder against Spike, but doing so is disrespectful to the story, the lore and the characters. Spike loved Buffy enough soulless, but she was only strong enough to accept that once he went out and got one. In addition to that – Buffy forgives Spike for what he did that day. She admits to her side of the abuse, acknowledges that what they had was real, and doesn’t blame Spike for his actions. This conversation exists in bits-and-pieces in the Buffy comics – it would have been incredible to see it on screen in season 7, but I guess by that point the writers didn’t want to bring it up again and had way too many other things to deal with (which is another topic altogether).

I like the bathroom scene in Seeing Red. I think it’s horrible, and raw, and terribly authentic. The portrayal of hurt and betrayal by both actors is one of the strongest scenes in the show. I do wish, though, that they hadn’t taken it quite so far.

My Problem

Season 6 of Buffy is my favourite season. It is powerful and painful. But, if I could change it, I would have changed the messaging that sex is bad, because it isn’t, and both Spike/Buffy and Willow/Tara deserved something better.

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Seeing Red. | part 3 | w. maximoff series

summary: in which your attempt to escape the scarlet witch brings you a punishment filled with pleasure.

warnings: top!wanda, strap sucking, strapwarming, cum strap, breeding kink, fluff

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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It was a few hours after the Scarlet Witch had left you on the altar that you finally drifted asleep. You had kept yourself awake out of panic and expectancy for her to come back at any moment, but soon enough your tired and sore body was forced into slumber out of pure physical and mental exhaustion.

As your eyes struggled to stay open with that deep velvet sleepiness weighed your eyelids down, you watched the alloy orange torchlight flicker across the Scarlet Witch statue shadowing the wall. Had she created it herself? Where was all this mystical destiny stuff in your universe with your Wanda? Could something like this happen to your Wanda? To your boys who were carved in the stone with her?

It was some time after you had been asleep for a while that Wanda returned. You were too deep in sleep to hear the sound of the heavy door being pushed open and the sound of her boots tapping against stone as she approached you on her throne. Coming to a stop right at the altar, she peered over you, her analytical eyes travelling your naked body. The blood on your face and mouth was dried now, and your eyes were darting back and forth beneath your puffy eyelids.

Curious, Wanda tilted her head as she took a look inside yours, her eyes fading red as she entered your mind to see just what you were dreaming about.

Wanda saw herself, the 838 universe Wanda, sitting on the couch. Billy and Tommy had their faces buried on either side of her arms, their small bodies shaking with sobs. The other Wanda was crying, as well, and as the Scarlet Witch watched this scene as some sort of omniscient observer, she noticed Wanda's eyes slowly averting upwards until suddenly she was looking right at herself with a deadpanned look.

The Scarlet Witch jumped at the invasive and exposed feeling and immediately left your mind, backing away from the altar. Was that what was really happening in the other universe? Did the other Wanda somehow see her?

Billy and Tommy were crying. They were sad and scared because the Scarlet Witch had taken their mother right from them. For the first time, guilt etched itself into the Scarlet Witch’s heart, and as she stared at your sleeping body, it only etched further.

Waving a magical hand, she released the constraints on your wrists and ankles, the red ropes of magic disappearing. With more magic, the blood on your face and the remnants of her sinful actions between your legs and on your stomach was also cleaned. She returned your clothes to your body, and relit some of the candles which had burned out in the past several hours in order to keep you warm. Lastly, she conjured a soft maroon blanket and let it gently levitate down over you until it deflated against your sleeping form. You stirred, turning on your side towards her and clutching the blanket closer to you.

For a moment, the witch in her ceased. For a moment, she was herself again, and she came to the drowning realization of what she had done. Before Wanda could do anything to correct her sins, the Scarlet Witch returned, and she turned and left you alone again.

When you woke, you had somehow forgotten where you were. You clutched the soft blanket against your face, but your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed how stiff your neck was and how hard your bed felt. Then you felt the pain on your cheek and lip, then the subtle one between your legs, and your eyes opened wide.

You first saw the candles and their tiny flames dancing, then your eyes focused and saw the dark castle surrounding you. You remembered the events of what happened, your heart sinking and stomach twisting.

Then you heard the sound of distant footsteps, and you sat straight up on the throne. You remembered seeing Wanda walk through a door, and your eyes flittered around all the walls until you saw the outline of a door made right into the stone. By the sound of her footsteps, you could tell she was coming towards the door.

Quickly, you scrambled to your feet and jumped down to the ground, but your legs instantly faltered, and you fell to the floor. As you groaned and picked yourself up on your elbows, you felt just how shaky and weak your legs still were from Wanda’s torture, not to mention the soreness between your thighs. The footsteps were louder now, and you forced yourself to stand up on trembling legs and shuffle over to the door, pressing your back flat against the wall beside it.

You held your breath and waited, heart rattling as you heard her come closer to the door. It pushed open towards you so that as Scarlet Witch entered the room, she did not see you. You watched her walk a few feet towards the throne before she stopped upon realizing you were not there, and you took your only opportunity to escape.

As swift as you could, you slid around the door, careful to not touch her, and started sprinting as fast as you could, but you stopped when you registered the surroundings of what was past the door. You had expected more stone walls, perhaps even a spiraling staircase or any continuation of the castle you were in, but behind that door was nothing of the such.

It was a house, or a cabin more like. It was as if you had walked right through the front door. There was a living room with a small, cozy looking couch nestled in front of an old TV on which a black-and-white sitcom was playing. Through some large bay windows you could see sunlight and a beautiful green orchard of trees with white flowers. The door was some sort of portal that she had created from one place to another, from the castle in Wundagore to wherever this humble little abode of hers was located.

You screamed when you felt a hot wave of magic hit you right in the back, sending you flying forward and falling into the coffee table in front of the couch. You quickly turned onto your back and watched the Scarlet Witch step through the door where you could see the inside of the castle behind her, waltzing up to you with anger radiating off her.

Scrambling away from her, as if that would get you anywhere, was the first thing your adrenaline incited you to do. You attempted to crawl under the table, but with a scowl she leaned down and snatched your ankle with a death grip, dragging you out from the under the table as your scream filled the room. You tried to kick at her with your other foot as she dragged you back towards the door, clawing at the floor in a desperate attempt to get away from her.

Finally, you managed to kick her hand that was crushing your ankle, digging the heel of your shoe into her knuckles. Letting out a hiss of pain, Wanda immediately released your foot and held her hand that you had nearly broken. Fueled by adrenaline, you jumped to your feet and sprinted towards the door across the room in search for any open window or back door. It led you into a hallway, and you ran to the first room you found, which just so happened to be a bedroom.

Slamming the door shut and locking it, as if that would do any good, you rushed to the window beside the bed and tried to push it open. Whatever cabin this was had to have been old, because the window only squeaked open halfway before it jammed and wouldn't budge. You could hear her marching into the hall, and the only thing you could think of doing was to crawl underneath the bed just in time as the door burst open in a bright crimson flash that nearly blinded you.

You held your breath and covered your own mouth as you watched her boots that stood in the doorway of the room, standing completely still. Your heart was beating so loud in your chest that you were scared she could hear it, and it only pulsed harder when she took a slow step forward. Her boots walked slowly across the hardwood floor that creaked under her weight, coming around the bed to the window and pausing. You assumed she was examining the way it was halfway open, but you knew it wasn't open enough to look like you had crawled through it.

You watched her slowly walk back around the bed heel-first until she stopped right at the end of the bed, turning around so that the tip of her boots were pointing straight towards you. It suddenly got very quiet—too quiet—before red magic streamed down towards you and blinded you. You let out a scream as it encompassed you and dragged you out from under the bed, sending you flying against the far wall so that your back slammed against it.

The Scarlet Witch turned to face you, a sadistic smirk clear across her face. "Found you," she remarked, lunging towards you and grabbing you by the throat. You whined and clawed at her hand as she yanked you close to her face. "Did you really think you could run from me, little lamb?" she growled evilly, lips tightening with vexation.

There was nothing but pure, furious mania in her eyes as she squeezed your throat. As you grabbed at her hands, you could feel something wet across her knuckles, realizing that you had scraped her hand with your shoe so hard it was bleeding.

With no warrant, Wanda yanked you and started pulling you out of the room and down the hall. You struggled to breathe as you kept up with her, and when she dragged you back into the living room where the door to the castle was still open, you dug your heels into the floor to try and stop yourself from being pulled. She was much stronger, though, and this time she had you by the throat so that the more you tried to pull away, the less you could breathe. You lost your footing, heels scuffing against the floor as she pushed you through the doorway.

You were thrust into the cold castle again, this time catching yourself before you could fall. The Scarlet Witch entered after you and slammed the door shut with her magic, marching towards you. You held your pained throat as she came close to you, and you didn't even bother trying to back away.

"I don't remember you being so fucking stupid," she spat, rearing up so close you could feel her breath fan across your face. You eyed her, having to look up as she towered over you. She was already taller than you, but with those boots she was wearing, she was monumental.

"If you want to play games, little lamb, you'll find that I always win."

With a wave of her hand, your clothes disappeared from your body. She grabbed you by the hips and pulled you flush against her, bringing her lips to your ear and humming. You trembled against her, feeling her hands crawl down to your ass and squeeze. You willingly kept yourself against her to relieve how exposed you felt, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Go to my throne and kneel," she whispered into your ear, giving you a sharp slap on the ass before pushing you away from her. Noticing that you were covering your chest, she snapped, "Don't fucking do that."

The venom in her words made you immediately uncover yourself from pure fear of what the consequences would be if you didn't. Obeying her command, you stepped up onto the throne before turning towards her and slowly kneeling down, sitting on your heels. Wanda looked thoroughly pleased at your position, and as she took a step towards you, her clothes magically disappeared from her body, leaving only her strap harnessed around her hips. You gulped at the sight of it, dreading being fucked as hard as you had been. You could only imagine the pain you would feel with how sore you already were.

As she stepped up onto the throne, she came to stand directly in front of you. She brought her hand to her strap and passed magic over it, signaling to you that she was enchanting it again.

Her hand came to caress your cheek, her thumb stroking over the wound there and causing you to wince. She stared at you with a mixture of admiration and lust, her head tilting.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty face of yours," she purred with a tone of finality, flashing a smile that was too innocent for the swirling lust in her eyes. She stepped closer to you, and you moved your head away, but she snatched a fistful of your hair to hold you still. "Come on, lamb. Just a few hours ago you were milking the cum out of this strap."

Tilting your head upwards by your hair, she pressed the tip of her strap against your lips, and it nudged right against the wound there. Your lips parted instinctively, and Wanda took the opportunity to slide her cock into your mouth. You gasped as she filled your mouth until she hit the very back of your throat, causing you to silently gag.

"Fuck yes," the witch moaned, biting her lip harshly as she watched you struggle to breathe with her cock stuffing your throat. Your mouth was so wet and warm around her, and she gave you a gentle stroke on the back of your head as appreciation before taking a fistful of your hair again.

Your hands gripped the front of her thighs as she slid out before pushing herself into your mouth again, and again you gagged at the depth, eyes instantly watering. She started thrusting into your throat a few times, pushing your nose against her crotch each time. She reveled in the way tears slipped down your cheeks and the way you gagged for air each time she stuffed your mouth full.

After a few moments, her thrusts stopped, her strap halfway in your mouth. "Suck," she stiffly instructed. You looked up at her hesitantly, and just the way you looked up at her with innocent doe eyes in contrast to her cock sitting in your mouth could have been enough for her to cum in your mouth alone. When you didn't obey, she pushed herself harshly against your gag reflex. "Suck me off unless you want me to bend you over this altar and spank you black and blue."

You shuddered at the threat, taking a deep breath before finally obeying, hollowing your cheeks around her. With her hand still guiding your head, you bobbed your mouth off and on her cock, and the moans that left her lips were heavenly.

Your eyes averted upwards again to see a sight that elicited a tremor between your legs. The Scarlet Witch's head was thrown back, her lip caught between her teeth. You got a perfect view of her plump breasts, nipples hardened, and her muscular abdomen which was tensed taut as she leaned her hips into your mouth. As scary as she was, she was incredibly hot, and you were filled with a sort of grateful feeling to be pleasuring such a beautiful yet twisted creature.

You started to suck her harder, your hands on her thighs slipping around and upwards to rest on her ass, pushing her hips harder into your mouth. Tears were flowing relentlessly now with how much your gag reflex was being abused, but you found a sense of pride in the way she started to moan your name.

Eventually, she couldn’t help but to start thrusting again as she got close, and her hand in your hair held your head still as she came in your mouth with a grunt. Her hot cum pooled on your tongue, and you were surprised when it tasted very familiar. In fact, you almost immediately recognized the taste as exactly how your Wanda tasted, and the similarity turned you on.

"Fuck," Wanda breathed once she was done, pulling herself out of your mouth. As she looked at you, she noticed you were still holding her cum in your mouth. "Swallow," she growled, tugging hard at your hair. You still hesitated, so she leaned down and threatened, "Don't you dare spit it out. Swallow it like the cumslut you are."

You reluctantly obeyed, letting her cum slide down your throat as you swallowed. She hummed appreciatively, finally releasing your hair and stepping away from you. You stretched your jaw and neck which had begun to ache as she walked around you and sat down in the middle of the throne, crossing her legs.

"You interrupted my study time," she spoke, and as you looked over at her, you watched her conjure up an old-looking book that floated in a cloud of red in front of her, the pages seemingly turning by themselves. She read from the book for only a moment before her eyes returned to you. "Come here, little lamb. Keep me company while I read." Hesitantly, you crawled over to her and sat beside her, but she looked at you in amusement. "On my lap."

Carefully, you climbed onto her lap, but when you started to do it while facing her, she tutted her tongue and guided you to turn around. Confused on why she would want you to sit on her lap facing away from her, you quickly began to realize why when she guided your hips so that your entrance rested right on the tip of her strap that was coated in your saliva and her cum.

You paused, lifting your hips up to keep them from going down on her strap. "Please, no, it still hurts," you quickly begged, turning around to look at her with the most pleading look you could give.

Wanda's eyes alighted. "As much as I love to hear you beg, this is your punishment for trying to run from me. So put that little cunt of yours on my cock—now."

Dread filled you as you turned back around, realizing that you really had no choice. So, shamefully lining your entrance up with her, you very carefully started to lower yourself down onto her. As guilty as you felt for getting wet while sucking her off, it aided in lessening the burning pain you felt as she filled you.

Wanda's breathing grew heavy behind you, and she felt tortured with how slow you were going. So, naturally, she grabbed your hips and slammed you down onto her lap.

"Fuck!" you nearly screamed as she bottomed out inside you, filling you up entirely. Your pussy throbbed in pain around her, and it only made Wanda even more turned on as she felt it.

"Now you're going to sit on Mommy's cock and be quiet while she reads, like a good little lamb," the witch whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your side. You squirmed, deciding you needed to at least get comfortable, but she squeezed your hips to still them. "Mm-mm," she hummed in a strained tone. "Stay still."

You took a deep breath and tried to relax as Wanda returned to reading from her book that levitated in front of you. Your eyes roamed the tattered pages to find that the script written there was entirely illegible, as if it were written in a different language. There were strange symbols and markings over the pages, and you had a strange feeling settle over you as you looked at it, so you averted your eyes to the ground.

After a few moments, you felt Wanda's hands rest on your upper abdomen, rubbing in slow circles. It was sort of comforting at first, until she slid her hands up and grabbed at your breasts. You bit your lip as she squeezed and massaged them, all while concentrating on the book.

You tried your hardest to ignore her hands, but when they concentrated on your nipples, her dark fingertips rubbing them in circles and pinching them, you couldn't contain your whines.

"Mommy, stop," you whined, and you nearly gasped at the name you had involuntarily called her. Why had you called her that? Was it because your Wanda also enjoyed the term?

"Fuck, little lamb," Wanda breathed against your shoulder. You could feel her hardened peaks pressing into your back, which only made the situation worse for you. She brought her mouth to the side your neck and kissed it sensually, which took the air from your lungs.

Yet, she returned her hands to your hips and stilled them, resting her chin on your shoulder as she continued to read. You were more restless than ever now, and her cock lodged in your cunt was driving you insane. A pressure was building in you, and you felt as if you could cry suddenly.

You stayed as still and quiet as you could, though, until a few minutes passed and Wanda's hands were beginning to fidget. First she tapped your hips with her fingers, then rubbed sensual circles into your thighs, and then one of her hands found its happy way to your clit. You hissed when she rubbed it, wishing to snatch her hand away from you if only you knew there wouldn't be consequences, but you knew there would be. You knew the only thing you could was sit there on her cock, be teased and tortured, and do nothing about it.

She pinched at your clit and tapped it, rubbing it up and down slowly. Your walls were clenching hard around her cock as she teased you, and you began to feel an itch inside you that you desperately needed to scratch or else you felt you might explode.

So you subtly rolled your hips forward, shuddering at the small bout of relief it brought you. Wanda sighed at the feeling, and although she was deadset on having you sit still on her cock while she studied, she couldn't help but grow bothered.

When no retribution came after your little stunt, you decided to do it again. You rolled your hips much harder this time, and her cock touched a part inside of you just right. You let out a small whine before doing the same motion again, all while Wanda continued to torture your clit.

"Look at you," Wanda husked breathily into your ear, returning her lips to your neck and kissing it sloppily. "Just can't keep yourself from riding my cock, can you?"

You could only hum, eyes closed as you gyrated on her, throbbing all over. Her mouth opened on your neck and started to suck on your tender skin there, her free hand firmly holding your hip and starting to guide your movements. You hissed as she harshly bit into your neck before tenderly licking the mark she had left on you. She moved her mouth to another spot and began to hungrily leave a mark there, too.

A few minutes later and you started to lift yourself off her strap before sliding back down on it again, and although it was tortuously slow for Wanda's taste, it was heaven to feel you riding her, your ass pressing against her lap each time you came back down.

She started to grow impatient, of course. Her hand forced your hips down harder and faster, her own bucking up into you and burying her cock even deeper inside you. Her other hand continued its torture on your clit, and you started to feel close.

"That's it, lamb," the Scarlet Witch moaned as she moved your hips a certain way onto her. "Just like that. Fuck."

You were beginning to tremble from how close you were, and the heat between the both of you was so intense that a layer of sweat formed on your back and her front. She was leaving endless bruises all over the side of your neck, but her teeth finally came to sink into your shoulder as she started to fall apart.

"Fuck, Mommy," you moaned as your orgasm exploded, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as you trembled around her cock. She grunted against your shoulder, giving a few hard thrusts up into you before she also came undone, busting a load of her cum inside you.

Once you had both came down from your highs, you leaned back against her, letting your head fall against her shoulder. Wanda stiffened, caught a little off guard by the action.

"Mmmm sleepy," you hummed, feeling drowsiness overcome you. Even though you had just woken up from your short sleep, you were already tired again.

A strange feeling overcame Wanda. Gently lifting you up off her, she slipped her arms under you and picked you up bridal style, uncrossing her legs to stand on her feet. The Darkhold disappeared, and she slowly carried you off the alter and towards the door.

She didn't know why she felt such a softness inside her, but as she led your already asleep self through the portal and into her cabin, comfort filled her. She took you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, watching the way your tired and sore body basically melted into the mattress that was undoubtedly more comfortable than the altar.

The Scarlet Witch stood over you for a moment, watching the way your head lulled to the side as you fell deep into sleep. Then she carefully climbed in next you, pulling the blankets over the both of you and wrapping her arms tightly around your middle, squeezing you from behind.

And for the first time in a while, she felt more lightness in her than dark.

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Seeing Red | Ch. 51: Checkmate (Part II)

Wordcount: 5.3k (I KNOW I'M SORRY)

Warnings: guns, drug, blood, mentions of jake's grandpa beign murdered, DEATH, more guns, more violence, mama bear red queen is here~.

A/N: I decided that the next chapter will be the epilogue and also the start of Rooster and Ash's story. Epilogue will be out tomorrow!

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The tunnel is dark, humid, and smells like death. Maybe some animals have tried to find refuge here over the years, perishing between the dark passageways, unable to find a way out.

It doesn't take long to find the stone spiral stairs with their small and slick steps. The stairs go up into the house, but for you, it feels like a direct descent into hell.

“No talking from now on.” Jake orders, and you nod, following him upstairs. You place your hand on his shoulder, so he knows that you’re behind him.

The stairs lead to a secret door in the pantry. It’s perfect, you think. Gregory doesn’t look like the type of guy who spends time in the kitchen. Jake opens the door that leads to the kitchen slightly, peeking to see if there’s some household employee on the other side. But the kitchen is completely empty, the lights are turned off, and not a single noise can be heard.

“This is bad,” Jake whispers, lowering his arm once he steps into the kitchen. “Gregory always wants someone in the kitchen in case he wants a midnight snack.”

“Does he have someone working here at night?”

“He has three different chefs. Eight-hour shifts.”

“This guy is absolutely bonkers.”

“You have no idea.”

You move around the ground floor of the mansion, trying to find someone or something that might be an indication that Liam is here. But there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Where the fuck is he?” Jake mutters, looking around the big living room. It’s like one of those living rooms from an interior design magazine, white furniture, black sofas, glass tables…

But not a single family picture. That says a lot about a man.

“Did you play chess with your father when you were a kid?”

“Sometimes, yeah. Why?”

“Was there any special place where you played?” You inquire, noticing his eyes widen in recognition.

“His office.”

“Take us there.”

Jake leads the way, moving quickly to the second floor. You try your best to calm your beating heart, taking deep breaths to try and regularize your heartbeat. It’s the only thing you can hear at the moment. And you need all your senses to work correctly for this.

The office is at the end of a hallway, the door is open, and you can see a man in his late fifties or early sixties sitting behind an old, dark wooden desk.

Gregory St. James, ladies and gentlemen.

“There you are! I’ve been waiting for you, Jacob.”

You both point your guns in his direction, Jake is one step ahead of you. “Where’s my son, Gregory?”

“In here. Come in.” Gregory smiles, getting up from his chair and buttoning the jacket of his royal blue suit. That jacket must cost more than you earn in a month.

Placing your hand again on Jake’s shoulder, both of you move inside the office, and your eyes dart around the room, trying to find the blonde locks of your baby. You find him laying down in a chaise longue, his body turned in an unnatural way.

“Liam?”

He’s not moving. No. No. No. No. No. No.

“What have you done to my son?” Jake yells, pointing his finger at Gregory.

“Relax, he’s just anesthetized. Jacob, you need to be more strict with your son, he doesn’t know how to follow orders.” Gregory tuts his tongue, and you have to take a deep breath and not pull the trigger right there and then. “We had to put him to sleep.”

“Let me check if he’s alive.” You grunt, locking eyes with him.

Gregory chuckles. “Look at that, if it’s the legendary Red Queen! Did you get my gift? I ordered a new chess set with red pieces just for you.”

You swallow, your knuckles going white the more you tighten your grip around the gun. “I don’t have time for games, Gregory. Let me check if my son is okay, we’ll talk all you want later.”

“Hmmm. Vlad!”

Vlad appears behind you, you don’t know where he’s coming from, but he has his revolver pressed against Jake’s neck. “Hello, Jacob.”

“And here I thought I would never have to see that disgusting face again.” Jake mumbles, dropping his gun on the floor. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“Red, could you please drop your gun, too? You don’t want Jacob to end up with a bullet in his head, right?” You stare at Gregory, lowering your gun.

“It doesn’t seem fair to me that your guy is the only one having a gun here.” You reply, sliding the gun into the holster you carry on your belt. “I’ll keep it for now.”

Gregory tilts his head. “Fair enough. Check on your kid and then take a seat.” He knows that even if you carry your gun around, Jake will be dead before you have time to pull it out again. He’s not worried about that. You’re not a menace.

You go to Liam, kneeling down in front of the chaise longue and checking Liam’s pulse. It’s beating. He’s just asleep. You look around his body, looking for any injury he might have, but he’s fine. Not a single scratch.

Just like you told Jake. Gregory needs Liam. He can’t hurt him.

You shift his position to prevent him from waking up in pain and kiss his brow. “Mama will get you out of here, little prince.”

“Enough, Red.” Gregory moves the chair in front of his desk, and you hear the distinctive sound of a revolver being cocked. Vlad is giving you a silent warning: If you follow orders, nobody dies.

You get up, lumber to the chair, and sit down. You can feel Jake’s eyes on you, but you can’t look at him. There’s a game to be played, and you can’t allow yourself to break down. Not now.

“Well, the whole family is complete!” Gregory sits, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Jake has a gun on his neck, Liam is knocked out, and you feel like this is something to celebrate? You should seek professional help.” You cross your legs, looking at the desk in front of you. There’s a chess board in front of you, all the pieces are missing except three. There’s the white king, and a white pawn behind him. Gregory and Liam. In front of the king, there’s a red knight. Jake.

And the only piece that’s missing is you. The red queen.

“So, you get in my house in the middle of the night, weapons in hand, and try to steal my grandson away from me.” Gregory starts, grabbing the king piece and twirling it around his fingers.

“He’s not your grandson.” Jake roars through gritted teeth.

“He has my blood. He’s a St. James.”

“Your blood? I’m pretty sure that you weren’t the one that got me pregnant.”

Gregory chuckles. “Shouldn’t you have been named Joker?”

“It was taken, sadly.” You reply, looking to your side when you notice Liam’s hand moving. Good, he’s waking up. But you need to get him out of here. “Gregory, we’ve followed your rules. You wanted us to come, we’re here. Cut the cameras.”

“Straight to the point, huh?” Gregory looks between you and Jake, observing how his eyes never leave your figure. “Seeing that my son doesn’t want to make a deal with me, I’ll do business with you. One of the boys needs to stay here; you choose which one.”

You can feel the blood boiling under your skin. How are you supposed to choose between them? Obviously, the first instinct is to get Liam out of here. But leaving Jake behind? It’s something that you didn’t even want to consider.

You must carefully consider your next move.

“How can I know that you won’t follow me and my son if I leave Jake here with you?” You question, looking around the office carefully. There’s no other possible entrance than the door behind you. On your left side, right behind Jake, there’s a large floor-to-ceiling window that allows you to see the other houses in the vicinity. On the other side, to your right, there’s a wall bookcase but no door. If you left with Liam, found a safe place to hide the child, and then returned to get Jake, you'll have to enter through the same door you left through. Gregory will see you, and goodbye to the element of surprise.

“I’ll have what I want already. I wouldn’t need you or your son. You could choke and die for all I care.”

“Well, thank you.” You snort, your gaze fixed on Jake. He nods, telling you without words that you need to get Liam and leave the house. He needs to know that at least you two are safe.

He escaped once, he can do it again.

“I’ll take Liam.” With your eyes closed and waves of nausea attacking your stomach, you make your decision. It’s not because of the pregnancy; it’s just the idea of having to leave Jake here with this psychopath.

“Leave your gun on the desk before you leave. I don’t want any surprises.” You get the gun out of the holster, dropping it on the desk and hoping that the impact will make the gun shoot itself. But it doesn’t happen.

You walk over to the chaise longue, grab Liam, and hug him tightly, inhaling the cologne residue on his clothes. He’s okay, he’s safe. You have him back.

But what did it cost you?

Everything.

You close your eyes, forcing the tears to come out. Let him think that you’re not as strong as you seem to be. Let them think that you’re just a weak, emotional, and scared mother who has been trying to play something she’s not to get her child back.

And then you’ll prove them wrong.

When the tears fall, you look at Gregory. “Can I please hug your son before I go? Just a quick hug, please.”

Gregory smiles, pleased with himself at the fact that the Red Queen herself is begging him. “Vlad.”

Jake runs to you once Vlad lowers the revolver, hugging you and Liam so close it physically hurts. He leaves kisses all over his face, checking, just like he did, that he doesn’t have a single scratch. “You need to leave now, sweets.”

You don’t need to fake the tears anymore. “I can’t leave you here, Jake.”

He shushes you, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “It’s okay. We’ll see each other soon. I promise you.”

He hugs you again, one last time, whispering in your ear. “I love you, my queen.”

“I’ll come back for you.” You whisper in return. taking a few steps backwards and glancing one last time in Gregory's direction. Keep playing the weak woman, Red. “Thank you, sir. I’ll leave now. Just… take care of him, please.”

“I will do it; don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s a pity, you know. You’ll make such a good spouse for my son.”

You ignore his comment, leaving the room quickly. Each step you take towards the main door feels like someone is throwing knives at your heart. You're leaving behind your husband, the love of your life, and the father of your son. He’s left behind with the only person he hates and fears at the same time.

But you’ll come back for him. You just need time.

When you’re close to the main entrance, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pull it out, and read the message. Only one word, but it gives you all the hope you need.

Outside

You run to the door, open it in a swift motion, and the face you see on the other side almost makes you cry again.

“I could kiss you right now if you weren’t my cousin.” You say, looking at DiNozzo and McGee. “Doc told you?”

“Yeah, as soon as you told her to tell me where you were going, we got into the car and drove.” DiNozzo looks at Liam, moving his hair out of his face. “Is he okay?”

“Gregory drugged him. Listen, I need you to take him.”

“What?” McGee asks, looking at you as if you had grown a second head. “You’re not going back inside.”

“He’s in his office, Vlad is pointing a revolver against Jake’s head, and I’m not letting you two idiots go in there and risk your life.”

Tony places his hands on your shoulders, leaning down to make eye contact with you. “Red, you can’t go back there. He’s a bad guy. He would kill you.”

“No, Tony. That’s where you’re wrong.” You shake your head, trying to get your words together and explain everything as fast as you can so you can go save your husband. “He never pulls the trigger.”

“Well, a lot of mafia bosses don’t do that either, and that-”

You cut DiNozzo’s rambling. “He’s a coward. The only guy that worries me in that room is the one that is pointing a gun at Jake’s head. Just call the SWAT, bring a sniper, or whatever. If you go to the neighbor’s house’s terrace, you’ll have a clear view of the office. Vlad and Jake are in front of the window; it should be easy to just shoot a bullet to his head.”

Both of them look at you, surprised and amazed by all the important information that you just gave them. “Your plan was to go inside and collect all the information you could, right?”

You nod, looking at Liam. “And try to leave with Liam, if possible. That’s what we do, Tony. We collect information, make a briefing, and prepare the plan. Well, I just gave you the plan. Now, take Liam.”

“But wait, what are you gonna do?” Tony panics when you hand him Liam’s sleepy body.

“Buy you time. Maybe even get a confession.” You kiss Liam’s head and turn to McGee. “Give me your gun.”

“No fucking way I’m letting you go inside.”

“McGee!”

“No, Red. It’s a suicide.”

“I mean,” Tony starts, ignoring McGee’s glare. “We called a sniper. It shouldn’t take long for him to arrive.”

“See? You just need time.”

Tony moves Liam to the side, and McGee, seeing him struggling, decides to just carry him. “Thanks, McGoo. Take my gun and my earpiece. We can communicate with you when the sniper arrives.”

You grab the gun and the tiny earpiece that he hands you, pushing it inside your ear. “We need a mic.”

“Here.” He pulls his own out of his jacket, hiding the wiring inside the vest. “I have another one in my car, keep this one.”

“Do I have permission to shoot?”

“Make him pay a bit.”

You nod, cocking the gun, and look at Liam one last time. “If something happens, take him with Maverick. He’ll know what to do.”

“Nothing will happen, Red.” McGee tries to reassure you, but at this point you can’t believe in those words anymore. You said those same words to Jake, and look where you are.

“I have to go. Take care of him, please.”

You turn around, facing the door you just walked out of, but with a completely different sensation in your body. You’re not running away anymore, you’re now facing that evil king, who has Jake imprisoned.

Gregory doesn’t know what he's gotten himself into. He had seen Red, pretty much like the rest of your family. But nobody has seen the Red Queen.

It’s time to unleash her.

Jake observes his father walking around the office, opening one of his desk drawers and pulling out a glass and a bottle of ambar liquid. Whiskey. His father’s favorite.

“You want, son?” Gregory offers, with a content smile on his face. He really thinks he has won.

“I’d rather dehydrate, thank you so much.”

Gregory shakes his head in disappointment. “Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, you and I are going to be together for a long time. It’s time for you to accept it, or I’ll have to make you accept it.”

“You don’t have anything to use against me anymore.”

Gregory laughs, getting up from his chair and walking towards him, drinking from his glass of whiskey. “You really think I’m going to let that whore raise a St. James? Jacob, I raised you better than that.”

Jake spits on his face. “Don’t call her a whore. And you never raised me. You hired private teachers. It’s not the same.”

Gregory wipes his face with the red handkerchief that he has on his jacket. “Pathetic. Make him sit, Vlad.”

“It’s time now for you to return to the place you were supposed to occupy so many years ago, before you got in your head that silly idea of wanting to fly planes. Son, if you wanted to pretend to be a pilot, I could have bought you a plane! No need to run away and become a soldier.”

Vlad pushes Jake from the window to the desk, sitting him in the same chair that Red occupied just a minute before. He could have disarmed Vlad easily, but he couldn't risk Vlad pulling the trigger with Liam in the room. Or with his wife. He can try to get a gun now, though. He's alone. He's the only one that can get hurt.

“I didn’t want to pretend. I am a pilot. And you have no idea how many times I had to fly to another country and kill the people you had armed."

Gregory chuckles, patting his son’s head. “Well, that only made them buy more weapons. Thank you for making me even more rich than I was”

It’s futile. This guy is so full of himself, that he doesn’t care. He thinks he has won, that he has managed to get what he wanted. But Jake only needs time. Time to escape.

Make him talk. That will give you time.

“Did you make Vlad join the Navy so you could control me?”

“We only need to falsify some papers. It’s so damned easy to pretend to be someone you’re not in this country.” Vlad chuckles, acknowledging how he infiltrated on his base just to control him. The thought of him being followed for months makes him sick.

“You knew that I had a son, and you never told me?” Jake asks, looking at the gun in front of him—the one that Gregory made you leave behind. He could grab it and use it, but Vlad takes it in his hands before Jake can even move a finger in its direction.

“I was hoping that she told you sooner, so your life would be a bit more miserable, but it didn’t happen. She’s not as good as you think. She kept your kid away from you.” Gregory pats Jake’s shoulder, drinking again.

“She was protecting my son. And she did a good damn job.”

“Oh yeah, so good that he doesn’t stop crying when he’s ordered to.” Gregory rolls his eyes.

“Kids cry, Greogry. You’d know if you had spent time with me when I was little.”

“I had so many things to do, it was impossible for me to waste time with a kid.”

“Waste time. Is that all I've ever been to you? A waste of time?” Jake tries to get up from the chair, but Vlad pushes him down again.

“Well, not really, but you left me. And all the money, time, and effort I put into your education was useless!” Gregory reminds him, as if Jake wasn’t trying to leave again. “You let me down, son.”

“Then why were you so desperate to have me here again? Why did you want an heir so bad?” Jake hears his father’s words, and they are totally contradictory. He talks about him as if he were a "failed project" but yet again, he has been trying to bring him home for the past three years. There's something missing here. And he needs to know.

“I think I can answer that question.” Jake has never been more glad to hear his wife’s voice in all his life.

“What are you doing here, whore?” Vlad questions, getting up and pressing the barrel of the revolver against Jake’s head.

“If I were you, I would look around before insulting people.” You say, pressing the gun against Gregory’s back. “Drop the gun or your boss dies, Vlad.”

Gregory shakes his head, making Vlad move the barrel to Jake’s temple. “Where’s your kid, Red? Did you leave him alone?”

“Contrary to you, Greg, I have friends.” You push him towards his desk. “Sit down.”

Gregory sits on his chair, Vlad grabs Jake by the arm, moving him so both of them are in front of the window again. Perfect. Just where you want them.

“Now we’re gonna play by my rules, Greg.”

“Don’t call me Greg.” He grunts, trying to get up.

“No, no, no, Greg.” you say in a singsong voice, moving the gun to his forehead, just between his eyes. “You don’t want to have a hole in your head, right?”

“As if you could shoot me.”

You smirk, and move the gun to his leg, shooting him on the knee. Gregory grips his leg in agony, blood pouring from the wound. “Now that you know what I’m capable of, don’t make me shoot you in the head.”

“Son, you married a psychopath!” The old man screams, looking at Vlad and Jake.

Jake looks at you with a smirk that reciprocates your own. “I married a queen. And you should know better than to mess with one.”

“Vlad, are you gonna drop that revolver or not?”

“When you drop your gun, bitch.” He spits, eyes locked with yours.

“Ah, ah, ah. You don’t want to talk like that to the person who has your boss’s life in her hands.” You correct him, using the same tone you use when talking with Liam.

“I should have shot you before.” Gregory says, taking off his belt to make a tourniquet and stop the bleeding.

You laugh, sitting on the desk, not once moving the gun from Gregory’s head. “Well, remember how my husband asked you something? I think I can answer that question. I’ll tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was an evil king called… George. King George ruled a kingdom of terror. He was loved by some and feared by the rest. He, however, didn’t care about the people. He only cared about the money he could win, he wanted to fill thousands of chests with gold.”

“Are you really going to tell me a fairytale of my own life?”

“Shush, King George. I’m talking.” You clear your throat before continuing. You just need to keep going until Tony tells you that the sniper is ready to shoot. You need to gain that precious time. And what better than the story behind all this mess? “King George was married to a beautiful yet innocent queen, Queen Marian. She wasn’t as powerful as George was, but she was in love with him, and she didn’t know the King’s true intentions.”

“However,” you continue, getting the white king from the chess board and moving it around the table, as if the piece were walking around it. “The King didn’t care about his wife. He only wanted an heir. A prince. And that’s how Prince Jay was born."

You look at Jake, there’s expectation in his face. He’s waiting for you to tell him the real reason behind his father’s actions.

“Prince Jay was raised by the best teachers in the whole kingdom. But when Prince Jay grew up, and his dear grandpa was murdered, Jay decided to leave and find a better life. He didn’t want to be like his father. He wanted to amend all the damage his father had done, and that’s when he left the kingdom, became a soldier, and fought for all the lives that his father had put in serious danger. That’s when he met a queen. The Red Queen.”

You continue your story, the three men watching you, like three children listening to a storyteller. “The Red Queen and, now, King Jay, were very happy. King George, however, wasn’t happy. Not because his son had married someone. But because he found out… he was sick. And that illness that threatened his life was untreatable. He didn’t have much time left.”

You watch Gregory’s face contort in anger and shame, his whole skin turning red. You were right. He is sick.

“Afraid of the people who would inherit his kingdom after he passed away, he tried to force his son to come back to him and take his position as an heir. Be the next king of his kingdom. And to make that happen, he needed to threaten his own son. How, you may be wondering. Well, he tricked King Jay into thinking he was going to hurt his wife, even though he would never do anything... because he's a complete coward."

Gregory tries to get up, and you move the gun to his wound, pressing the muzzle against the hole in his head. “Don’t even try, Greg. Let me finish, dude. We’re getting there.”

You keep telling the story that you’ve been piecing together on the trip to Hidden Hills. You kept thinking, "Why is he behaving this way?" and then you found the answer you were looking for in one of the rooms downstairs, before coming upstairs to save Jake, a place that has been turned into an infirmary. “Well, King George waited for three years until the Red Queen told King Jay that he was a father, but she never did because she was scared of the king’s reaction. King George, tired of waiting and knowing that he was running out of time, tried to force a meeting. That's when the king dispatched Viktor to King Jay's domain.

“Really. My name is Vlad. Not Viktor.” He grunts, looking you up and down.

“That’s not even your real name.” You retort, pointing the gun at him. “Will you stop interrupting me?”

“Bitch.”

Jake turns around, looking at Vlad. “Insult my wife again, and I swear to God that’s gonna be your last word on Earth.”

“Anyway. Viktor disguised himself as a soldier, and worked in the same army as King Jay, but he didn’t plan on talking directly with the king. No, his plan was to make Cycunt bring the Red Queen to the kingdom.” You look at Gregory, waving your hand. “Yeah, I know. Cycunt isn’t a great name. But it is what it is, right? So, Vlad and Cycunt happened to be in the same place at the same time, and Vlad mentioned, loud enough for him to hear, that King Jay had been married before. That’s how Cycunt, a few months later, reached the Red Queen and got her to be in the same kingdom. And that’s how it all happened.”

“You’re sick?” Jake asks Gregory, really expecting him to negate everything.

“Cancer.”

“Fucking psychopath. What the fuck did you think would have happened once you died? I would have destroyed the whole company!” Jake yells, moving a step forward, and Vlad grabs him by the neck.

“Get your hands off him.” You warn him, clenching your jaw.

“Stop being a psycho bitch and drop the gun!” Vlad yells too, his voice echoing in the empty corridor behind you.

“Shut up, or I’ll shoot you too. Gregory, why did you kill James Seresin?”

“I didn’t kill anyone, Red.” Greg groans, taking off his tie. His face is covered in a thin layer of sweat. He’s starting to have trouble breathing, but you couldn’t care less.

“Well, you ordered someone, probably Vlad, to kill him. Why?”

"He was transforming my son into a frail, military man." I didn’t want all my work to go to waste.”

“Really? That was it? You could have just prohibited him from seeing Jake.” You deadpan.

“He didn’t take no for an answer. I had to get rid of him.”

You shake your head, not understanding anything that comes from this man’s mouth. It's like he goes to extraordinary lengths to fix situations that have the easiest solutions. He’s absolutely stupid.

“Commander Seresin?”

You hear a voice coming through the earpiece, and you almost jump from the table.

“Commander Seresin, I’m Special Agent Gibbs. I’m DiNozzo’s boss. If you can hear me, please keep talking. I’m trying to find the right window.”

“Greg, I assume that you play chess, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you consider yourself good?”

“That’s it, Commander. Keep talking. Just need a bit more time. Just a few seconds.” Gibbs says, and you want to sigh in relief. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll walk away from here. You’ll be free at last.

“I taught Jake everything he knows.”

“Well, I think you’re a liar.”

Greg raises an eyebrow at you. “And why do you think so?”

“Because if you knew the basics of chess, you'd know that the king is the most valuable piece but not the most powerful.” You reach into one of your west pockets and pull out the red queen piece. “The queen is the most powerful one. She can move around the board in every direction, unlike the king, who can only move one square at a time.”

“I already know that.”

“Then why did you think that messing with a queen would be a smart idea?” Moving your gaze away from him and leaving the piece in front of the white king, you say. “You’re not as good as you claim to be.”

Out of nowhere, Gregory pulls a small revolver and pointing it at you, making Jake step in your direction, only to be stopped by Vlad. You don’t have the upper hand anymore. Gibbs you need to move fast.

“What now, Red Queen? What are you gonna do now?” Gregory chuckles, trying to get up from his chair but failing.

“Commander, I see you and your husband. If you can hear me, grab the weapon with both hands.” Gibbs says, and you hold your breath for a second.

You do as he tells you, getting up from the chair and pointing at Gregory, holding the gun with two hands.

“That’s good, Commander. I see that he has a gun, too. I’m afraid you’re gonna have to kill him.”

That’s not what you wanted to hear, to be completely honest. But if you have to pull the trigger, you’ll do it.

Better you than him.

“You’re not so talkative now, huh?”

“Commander, I’ll count to three, and we shoot at the same time, got it? One.”

“Gregory.” You call him, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Two.”

“What?” He replies, with a sly smile.

“Checkmate.”

“Three!”

You shoot straight into his head, just at the same time, a bullet breaks the window and goes through Vlad’s head. Vlad falls to the floor, and Jake runs to you, as you watch Gregory’s body go limp in front of you.

“Are you okay? What the fuck was that?” Jake cups your face between his hands, checking your body for any injuries, but you’re okay. He kisses you passionately when you try to reply to his question.

“DiNozzo’s boss.”

“Where’s Liam?”

“With DiNozzo.” You say again, letting Jake drag you into his arms.

“It’s over now. It’s finally over. You saved me.”

“I said I would come back for you” You whisper, your body shaking now that the adrenaline is gone.

“Let’s get you out of here, my love.” He says as he leads you to the door, kiss pressing against your temple.

Then you remember that there’s something you need to do. You turn around, heading towards the desk, and, looking at the chess board, you see that the white pieces are now covered in blood.

You take the queen and hit the king, making it fall down.

That’s how you win a war.

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