Fic: Hungry (1/?)
Title: Hungry (1/?)
Fandom: Community
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance / PWP / Angst / AU / Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Vampire!Jeff/Werewolf!Annie (Geoffrey/Anna)
Spoilers: For ‘Horror Fiction in Seven Spooky Steps’
Summary: Geoff and Anna have crossed paths several times in their long, long lives. A smutty sequel to Annie’s story in the Halloween episode (AKA: Angry, supernatural, J/A hatesex)
A/N: This prompt was on Ficcy Friday ages ago, and it festered in my brain for a long time. This is the first in what will, hopefully, be a series of oneshots about Vampire!Jeff and Werewolf!Annie running wild through history.
1: Bodice Ripper - England - 1687
He can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine when he sees her.
She stands out in the night of the forest, gliding like some kind of sociopathic angel in her white dress, the bloodstains black in the moonlight.
She’s smiling, serenely, her eyes closed, but he knows she can see him. She probably caught his scent miles back, and it was only his knowledge of the woods that allowed him to run as long as he did.
So now he lounges against the barn wall, as if he’s waiting for her, as if she’s late for some appointment. The prey awaiting the hunter; he snorts softly at how poetic that sounds.
She’d be proud of that, he thinks, as she finally meets his eyes. After all, it was she who taught him poetry and literature all those years ago. Back when he thought himself the hunter, and her the most delicious meal he’d ever encountered.
Now she’s stood before him, her smile wide and innocent. A sweet, young schoolteacher out for a walk in the woods, and she’s still the scariest thing for a hundred miles.
Her hands rest on her hips, “Why did you run, Geoff?”
“Because the woods are becoming cliche.” Anna’s eyes are bright, merry, and hungry. Hungry for what, he can only guess.
“Hmmm, I suppose…” she’s so close now, high heeled boots giving her the height she needs to reach his shoulder and higher, her breath hot on his ear as she purrs, “The hunt, the chase, the capture.”
He shudders, feeling himself grow instantly hard. It’s sick, the way he wants her. The way he always seems to want her, whenever she’s around. After all, when they met, he planned to eat her alive. She nearly killed him, the first time she left. She kept him alive for reasons he’s never managed to draw out of her.
She has him pressed against the barn wall now, hand cupping his hardness, lips trailing a scorching line down his neck.
She could bite down, sink her teeth into his jugular and drink her fill. She could be satisfied for weeks on his blood alone: vampire meat was so much more sustaining than human. But she doesn’t.
Instead, she brings his hands around to the back of her bodice, and together they wrench through the ribbons and silk like tissue paper. He throws it to the floor, and stares down at her, eyes wild.
She smiles again, lips wide and inviting, and he sinks to his knees, pulling apart the material in one long tear, until it fell apart around her feet, arranged around the iron hoop that kept it wide. He’d expected petticoats, and is a little taken aback by the lack thereof.
Instead, he’s greeted by the sight of Anna clad only in some silk stockings and a smile.
Their lips crush together, the weight of a decade apart coming in full force as he rocks into her, hands reaching to cup her bare breasts, pale and stark in the moonlight. She cries out as he rubs between her legs, a startlingly human sound, and he’s reminded of the innocence she once portrayed. He wonders absently what it might have been like, making love to the innocent schoolteacher who taught him to read. He wonders if that might have been better, sweeter, than hot, angry sex between two hateful monsters.
But then her nails are scraping up his back, her teeth nipping hard at his jaw, and his mind goes to a dark, hungry place. Her clever little fingers reach down and unbutton the flap on his breeches. He springs free, and he groans in pleasure at the cool night air on his cock.
Then they’re spun around, her back braced against the wall, and his hands grip her hips. He spears up into her, impaling her on his cock, and she screams out. She’s scorching around him, tight as a virgin, and it’s like nothing else in the world.
He bites down on her neck, her skin too thick to draw blood, and she returns the favor. When he pulls away and looks at her, his fangs are out in full. Her eyes were yellow, her ears and teeth sharp and pointed.
He pounds into her, setting up a violent rhythm no human could endure, and it becomes what it always is, a competition to see who can hurt the other most. She bites his neck and shoulders as his fingers score lines into her hips, smashing her spine into the hard wood behind them.
Their mouths meet in the middle, a mesh of tongues and lips and teeth. He cuts his tongue on her canines; her lips bleed where he bit down, hard.
They come together, a discordant mix of vampire scream and werewolf howl.
They breathe hard for a moment, as he pulls out of her. They open their eyes and he’s sure he glimpses the hint of a genuine, tender smile on her lips.
Then she steps away, and morphs fully into her other form. A chocolate-brown wolf, the same colour as her hair, with those eery yellow eyes stares at him, and as always he feels a stab of fear.
One day, she’ll kill him for real.
Fandom: Community
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance / PWP / Angst / AU / Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Vampire!Jeff/Werewolf!Annie (Geoffrey/Anna)
Spoilers: For ‘Horror Fiction in Seven Spooky Steps’
Summary: Geoff and Anna have crossed paths several times in their long, long lives. A smutty sequel to Annie’s story in the Halloween episode (AKA: Angry, supernatural, J/A hatesex)
A/N: This prompt was on Ficcy Friday ages ago, and it festered in my brain for a long time. This is the first in what will, hopefully, be a series of oneshots about Vampire!Jeff and Werewolf!Annie running wild through history.
1: Bodice Ripper - England - 1687
He can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine when he sees her.
She stands out in the night of the forest, gliding like some kind of sociopathic angel in her white dress, the bloodstains black in the moonlight.
She’s smiling, serenely, her eyes closed, but he knows she can see him. She probably caught his scent miles back, and it was only his knowledge of the woods that allowed him to run as long as he did.
So now he lounges against the barn wall, as if he’s waiting for her, as if she’s late for some appointment. The prey awaiting the hunter; he snorts softly at how poetic that sounds.
She’d be proud of that, he thinks, as she finally meets his eyes. After all, it was she who taught him poetry and literature all those years ago. Back when he thought himself the hunter, and her the most delicious meal he’d ever encountered.
Now she’s stood before him, her smile wide and innocent. A sweet, young schoolteacher out for a walk in the woods, and she’s still the scariest thing for a hundred miles.
Her hands rest on her hips, “Why did you run, Geoff?”
“Because the woods are becoming cliche.” Anna’s eyes are bright, merry, and hungry. Hungry for what, he can only guess.
“Hmmm, I suppose…” she’s so close now, high heeled boots giving her the height she needs to reach his shoulder and higher, her breath hot on his ear as she purrs, “The hunt, the chase, the capture.”
He shudders, feeling himself grow instantly hard. It’s sick, the way he wants her. The way he always seems to want her, whenever she’s around. After all, when they met, he planned to eat her alive. She nearly killed him, the first time she left. She kept him alive for reasons he’s never managed to draw out of her.
She has him pressed against the barn wall now, hand cupping his hardness, lips trailing a scorching line down his neck.
She could bite down, sink her teeth into his jugular and drink her fill. She could be satisfied for weeks on his blood alone: vampire meat was so much more sustaining than human. But she doesn’t.
Instead, she brings his hands around to the back of her bodice, and together they wrench through the ribbons and silk like tissue paper. He throws it to the floor, and stares down at her, eyes wild.
She smiles again, lips wide and inviting, and he sinks to his knees, pulling apart the material in one long tear, until it fell apart around her feet, arranged around the iron hoop that kept it wide. He’d expected petticoats, and is a little taken aback by the lack thereof.
Instead, he’s greeted by the sight of Anna clad only in some silk stockings and a smile.
Their lips crush together, the weight of a decade apart coming in full force as he rocks into her, hands reaching to cup her bare breasts, pale and stark in the moonlight. She cries out as he rubs between her legs, a startlingly human sound, and he’s reminded of the innocence she once portrayed. He wonders absently what it might have been like, making love to the innocent schoolteacher who taught him to read. He wonders if that might have been better, sweeter, than hot, angry sex between two hateful monsters.
But then her nails are scraping up his back, her teeth nipping hard at his jaw, and his mind goes to a dark, hungry place. Her clever little fingers reach down and unbutton the flap on his breeches. He springs free, and he groans in pleasure at the cool night air on his cock.
Then they’re spun around, her back braced against the wall, and his hands grip her hips. He spears up into her, impaling her on his cock, and she screams out. She’s scorching around him, tight as a virgin, and it’s like nothing else in the world.
He bites down on her neck, her skin too thick to draw blood, and she returns the favor. When he pulls away and looks at her, his fangs are out in full. Her eyes were yellow, her ears and teeth sharp and pointed.
He pounds into her, setting up a violent rhythm no human could endure, and it becomes what it always is, a competition to see who can hurt the other most. She bites his neck and shoulders as his fingers score lines into her hips, smashing her spine into the hard wood behind them.
Their mouths meet in the middle, a mesh of tongues and lips and teeth. He cuts his tongue on her canines; her lips bleed where he bit down, hard.
They come together, a discordant mix of vampire scream and werewolf howl.
They breathe hard for a moment, as he pulls out of her. They open their eyes and he’s sure he glimpses the hint of a genuine, tender smile on her lips.
Then she steps away, and morphs fully into her other form. A chocolate-brown wolf, the same colour as her hair, with those eery yellow eyes stares at him, and as always he feels a stab of fear.
One day, she’ll kill him for real.