Predators by spikegirl7 |
Chapter #1 - Predators |
Title: Predators Author: Spikegirl7 Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: all the characters, setting, etc belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al. Summery: A short PWP where two predators meet in the graveyard. Spoilers: None really. No chip and no angel is all you need to know A/N: I found this in my pants pocket awhile ago and put it in a folder. This is the original ficlet that inspired my story The Hunt, and as such is the first bit of fanfic I ever wrote. Thought you guys might like it as a bit o' fluffy smutty goodness. Feedback is needed and appreciated always. ******* The night was lit by the blue light of the moon. The gravestones glowed in the night against the dark night. The air was crisp and clear. This was the night when predators stalked, the perfect night for them. Becoming part of the shadows. To lurk and stalk their pray, without being caught. The night was their cloak, their ally, their home. Tonight the moon shone down on two predators, sleek and deadly. They circled now on opposite ends of their realm, unaware of each other. At least for the moment. Tonight it was all about the hunt. For him and for her. She would come upon her prey quickly, pouncing with the strength and grace of a panther. Swiftly she would work, overcoming her prey in a swirl of her blonde hair and fair skin and dispatching them with quickness and ease. The unfortunate damned creatures would never even have a chance against her. She sought stronger prey, greater prey. Her hunger would not be slaked by the meager prey any more. She turned her senses to the night, moving swiftly with the wind to find her next prey. She was the strong, the deadly. She was the panther. On the other side of the park he stalked, swathed in black that made him melt into the mist. He searched for what would satisfy his appetite. He was the lion, strong and sure, with hair of white. He had seen and taken his prey tonight, emerging from the shadows to subdue his prey. He would bring it down, conquer it and feast. Then he would return to the shadows, blend back into the night. The strong lion, dissatisfied with the easy kill, the weak prey. What glory was there in the easy hunt? So he stalked off, a shadow among shadows, searching for the perfect prey. The panther and the lion. The hunters. The stalkers. The predators. Searching for the perfect prey. The meeting in the night. Slowly, inexorably, they came together. They were drawn together, two predators searching for their joy which was only the hunt. The panther had found a new victim. She toyed with it now, trying to make it more satisfying for her. The prey was weak and stupid, like the others that she had found that night. But she was determined to find some enjoyment in her hunt, something that would satisfy her if only for a moment. The lion was drawn to her and the sound of violence. He saw her radiance, her strength, and he knew that she was what he searched for tonight. She fought with elegance, with grace. He was fascinated. He settled into the shadows and waited for her to finish her prey as he watched with clear blue eyes. The panther felt the presence of another strong predator in the area. She finished with her prey, quickly dispatching it to dust that settled to the wind. Her hazel eyes searched the shadows, looking for the predator who she could feel in the night air. He knew that it was his time. The beautiful panther had sensed his presence in the night. Slowly, he drew himself from the shadows, bringing himself into her sight and into the glowing blue light of the moon. He grinned, a devilish and cocky look that conveyed his confidence as her gaze found his form, "Hello, luv. Miss me?" The panther saw him, her body tensed and prepared for the confrontation to come. She smiled back at him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Spike. Was hoping for a good fight." He chuckled, a sound that resonated in his chest and moved through him, "I'm never one to displease a lady." He leered at her, circling her slowly. He took in her form in the night, sleek and deadly. The perfect match for him. The perfect hunt, the perfect fight, the perfect prey. She watched him move, lean and strong. He was her perfect enemy, the one she could not defeat. Tonight she pitch herself against him again, try to establish who was the greater. The never-ending fight between them that had been destined by the stars themselves. She did not betray the anticipation that she felt. Not to him, not ever. He would not have the satisfaction of knowing that she craved their fight, their dance, their destiny. She kept her face calm, "Can we get to it then? I was never one for the preliminaries." He shrugged, "Suit yourself, luv." And with that the fight had begun. He was upon her quickly, a swift punch to the side of her head which she blocked without thought. Quickly she followed up with a blow of her own, but it was blocked just as easily. He grabbed her wrist and brought her close to him, bashing his skull to hers and causing her to fall back. Quickly she recovered, dropping again into a fighting stance. He approached her and she threw a kick to him which he caught, holding her ankle in his grip. Swiftly she aimed a punch towards him, but he once again caught that. She used her weight and spun, kicking him in the head and making him release the hold he had on her. It was a fight that they had always had, one that had continued since their first meeting in the alley and even before then. Since he had seen her move he had known that this panther would be a fight that he would never forget. She would be his match, his equal, his prey. She had sensed him that first night, known his strength. Felt him, known that he was her match. Knew he would be the one she could never defeat. And for that she had felt herself be drawn to him, always him. All her foes, all paled in comparison to him. Their bodies moved in the night, part of it and perfectly tuned to each other. They moved as dancers, every moved planned and carefully choreographed to be beauty, poetry in motion. Their bodies were art made flesh, muscle and bone working and moving against each other in the blue light. He moved and pushed her against the wall of a mausoleum. His hands held hers above her head now, as he towered above her. He was the victorious lion, the alpha male. The triumph shone in his eyes as his face shifted, his yellow eyes staring down into her defiant hazel. A panther will never concede defeat, even when beaten. Quickly he struck, biting deep into her neck and drawing her blood into his mouth. Her sweet blood, the power behind it rushing into his veins as it flowed through her. The intoxication, the sweetness. It all flowed through him now. He drew back her throat and looked down to her glazed eyes a moment before he claimed her mouth with his. His tongue swept into his mouth, dancing with hers as she responded in kind. She met his fire with her own, which had raged within her since that first night. He released her hands from above her head and immediately they went around his neck. She held him close to her, wanting more of his fire and his touch. She gripped at his shoulders, her fists digging into the leather that covered his form. He tore his mouth from hers and pulled at the buttons of her shirt, opening her to the night air and to his mouth as it traveled down her throat to her collar bone. He pulled at her bra, exposing her breast and taking it into his mouth, sucking roughly at it. Her hands were buried in his hair. She held him to her, looking down at his head latched onto her chest. He was looking up at her, his blue eyes connecting with her own. His hand had gone to her jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper before venturing within. His fingers circled her clit, before moving to push inside of her. She moaned, her eyes closed and her head fell back. It felt so wonderful inside of her. Spike drew his hand out, moving his head back to stand up and look down into her glazed eyes. He brought his wet fingers to her lips which she drew into her mouth, sucking them clean. He watched her, his eyes darkened. He drew his fingers from her lips and kissed her roughly. She pushed his coat off his body and to the ground, letting it pool on the ground. He withdrew from her a moment to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his lean form while she discarded the shirt and bra that hung loose upon her. As soon as they were bare from the waste up they came together again, flesh to flesh as he pressed her into the stone face behind her. Quickly he moved his hands to her jeans, pushing them down off her hips. She caught his intent and helped him, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. He was on her, his hands beneath her ass, lifting her up and pressing her between the wall and his body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her lower body into his jean-clad hips. Taking the hint he shifted and reached down and undid his jeans, freeing his erection from the denim prison. Impatient, she grabbed his cock, guiding it to her center. He brushed her hand away, and with one jerk of his hips buried himself up inside of her, hitting her cervix and causing her to cry out. She was tight around him, wet and hot scorching his shaft with her heat. He ground into her, thrusting fast and hard into her soft young body. His face was at her neck, licking at the marks that he had put there as she arched her neck crying out in pleasure as he moved inside her. She could feel him filling her and hitting her insides, a mix of pleasure and pain building inside her body. He ground his hips against her, grinding against her clit and hitting every sweet spot inside her. She nearly screamed, burying her face against his neck and licking up the column of his throat, tasting the salty sweet skin. He knew that she was close. He gave that last movement that sent her over the edge, and brought her to a powerful orgasm. She could feel a scream building in her, and bit down into his throat nearly drawing blood. He felt her teeth in his neck and along with the contractions of her cunt sent him over the edge himself. With a roar his face shifted and his fangs plunged once more into her neck, drawing on her intoxicating blood as he shot his cum within her. In the night two predators had come together, to seek a fight, an equal, a mate. To continue a dance that they had performed for years, the music within them both. A dance that would always continue within the two. They were the lion and the panther, always on the hunt. ******* i got this and all my other stories are archived at www.geocities.com/spikegirl7 |