FIC - Hunter/Hunted - 11 - Try a Little Tenderness (Adult, BtVS/AtS/Xmen, Angel(us)/Rogue, Xander)
Title: Hunter/Hunted, Chapter 11 - Try a Little Tenderness
Author: vikingprincess
(chapters 1-8 by both vikingprincess and adarkershade_x)
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel and X-Men (616 Comics)
Characters: Angelus/Rogue, Xander, ensemble from both X-Men and BtVS/AtS
Rating: Adult/NC-17 (nudity, language, violence, sexual situations, death)
General Spoilers: All of both television shows. Barely-there hints of X-men 616 Civil War/Mutant Registration.
Updates: Every other week on Sunday.
Highlight: For additional warnings. Click the link only for spoilers! There will be character deaths (multiple, in both flashbacks and as the story progresses). IMO, the story’s better if you don’t know ahead of time who has died, or how. If you really want to know so that it doesn’t shock you, you can click here for deaths explicitly mentioned in this and prior chapters.
Comments: ARE LOVE!
PLEASE DO NOT ARCHIVE.
All chapters can be found here.
Summary:
In a post-NFA world, Angel has lost everything: his Shanshu signed away, his friends dead... and his soul gone, worn to nothing but rags that aren’t enough to stop Angelus from rising to take control. Humans are hard to find, most far too fragile to have survived the Apocalypse. But a new breed of prey has emerged from the ashes... or perhaps they were there all along. Mutants. Angelus discovers that prey that fights back just… tastes better.
Nuclear War becomes the final solution of terrified humans, running scared from Homo Superior. Billions die to slaughter a few thousands... civilization will never rise again. But in the ashes of a terrifying new world, Rogue discovers that mutants aren't all that humans should have been fearing, and that demons think mutants are just a little more fun to hunt. Rogue would much rather be the hunter than the hunted.
Previously:
“I think you have damned sharp teeth,” Angelus returned, his predatory face and gold eyes locked on her, fangs showing slightly as he gave her a smile far more wicked than her own. Lazily, he started to unbutton his shirt, and dropped it where he stood, toeing off his shoes at the same time. “Take off your clothes, Rogue.”
“Ah… beg y’ pardon,” she said, a little confused but nonetheless fascinated as he bared his chest, and started to step out of his already-sagging pants. Always before, he’d had at least some clothes on, their rutting so rough and hungry that he’d never bothered to strip completely, though he’d certainly put paid to her old uniform, peeling it off of her a piece at a time until there was nothing left. But this was the first time Rogue had seen Angelus entirely naked since they’d met on the concrete banks of a canal, and he’d touched her as no one else but Remy ever had.
“Take them off,” he said pleasantly, and straightened, a hint of a growl coming through. “Or you won’t have them any more.” His final word was nothing but a deep male promise, rumbling from his mouth like a force of nature. “Now.”
Her mouth went dry at his beauty, her body tingled all over with painfully intense desire, and her fascinated mind finally made the connection. Rogue tossed her head, sending her hair cascading all around her shoulders as she rose, and began by kicking her boots away.
( Try a Little Tenderness )
Author: vikingprincess
(chapters 1-8 by both vikingprincess and adarkershade_x)
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel and X-Men (616 Comics)
Characters: Angelus/Rogue, Xander, ensemble from both X-Men and BtVS/AtS
Rating: Adult/NC-17 (nudity, language, violence, sexual situations, death)
General Spoilers: All of both television shows. Barely-there hints of X-men 616 Civil War/Mutant Registration.
Updates: Every other week on Sunday.
Highlight: For additional warnings. Click the link only for spoilers! There will be character deaths (multiple, in both flashbacks and as the story progresses). IMO, the story’s better if you don’t know ahead of time who has died, or how. If you really want to know so that it doesn’t shock you, you can click here for deaths explicitly mentioned in this and prior chapters.
Comments: ARE LOVE!
PLEASE DO NOT ARCHIVE.
All chapters can be found here.
Summary:
In a post-NFA world, Angel has lost everything: his Shanshu signed away, his friends dead... and his soul gone, worn to nothing but rags that aren’t enough to stop Angelus from rising to take control. Humans are hard to find, most far too fragile to have survived the Apocalypse. But a new breed of prey has emerged from the ashes... or perhaps they were there all along. Mutants. Angelus discovers that prey that fights back just… tastes better.
Nuclear War becomes the final solution of terrified humans, running scared from Homo Superior. Billions die to slaughter a few thousands... civilization will never rise again. But in the ashes of a terrifying new world, Rogue discovers that mutants aren't all that humans should have been fearing, and that demons think mutants are just a little more fun to hunt. Rogue would much rather be the hunter than the hunted.
Previously:
“I think you have damned sharp teeth,” Angelus returned, his predatory face and gold eyes locked on her, fangs showing slightly as he gave her a smile far more wicked than her own. Lazily, he started to unbutton his shirt, and dropped it where he stood, toeing off his shoes at the same time. “Take off your clothes, Rogue.”
“Ah… beg y’ pardon,” she said, a little confused but nonetheless fascinated as he bared his chest, and started to step out of his already-sagging pants. Always before, he’d had at least some clothes on, their rutting so rough and hungry that he’d never bothered to strip completely, though he’d certainly put paid to her old uniform, peeling it off of her a piece at a time until there was nothing left. But this was the first time Rogue had seen Angelus entirely naked since they’d met on the concrete banks of a canal, and he’d touched her as no one else but Remy ever had.
“Take them off,” he said pleasantly, and straightened, a hint of a growl coming through. “Or you won’t have them any more.” His final word was nothing but a deep male promise, rumbling from his mouth like a force of nature. “Now.”
Her mouth went dry at his beauty, her body tingled all over with painfully intense desire, and her fascinated mind finally made the connection. Rogue tossed her head, sending her hair cascading all around her shoulders as she rose, and began by kicking her boots away.
( Try a Little Tenderness )