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crossoverficTitle: Hunter/Hunted, Chapter 2: Dancing
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vikingprincess and adarkershade_x
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel and X-Men(Comics, main 616 universe)
Main Characters: Angelus, Rogue (het)
Rating: Adult or NC-17 (nudity, language, violence, sexual situations, death)
Spoilers: Through Season 5 of Angel, final episode. None for X-men, though there are Mutant Registration Act and Civil War connections implied, never explicitly stated.
Additional Warnings: NotAHappyFic ™ It's post-Apocalyptic in two senses, and that's never cheerful. 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 peek here: From X-men: Jubilee, Captain America. From Buffy: Willow, Buffy. for deaths explicitly mentioned in this chapter.
Comments: Yes, please. This is pretty ambitious and we’d love to hear from you, to keep us going!
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:
Rogue let her hips press against Angel's... Angel, she hastily amended the thought, unsure how much of what she was doing was acting, and how much reacting, at this point. His cool lips and tongue worked her own rather less experienced mouth into parting wider than she'd meant to, into giving more than she'd intended to. Her body, starved for touch even before the last three months of hell, was practically purring. And she didn't even like this... deadman. What the— Battlefield lust, something whispered deep inside her. Ya lived and yer body knows it. Wants to prove it. Nothin' ta be ashamed of, kid. She shuddered, fingers tightening as her body curved closer. Just another moment. Or two.
A soft growl rumbled deep in the vampire's chest as he slipped in between the young mutant's thighs, cupping her warmth. Strong fingers wound their way into her wet locks, drawing her head back as Angel cocked his head and kissed her deeper for a moment. His lips slid off hers as he turned his attention to her ear. Teeth and tongue whorled over her skin skillfully.
Gotcha, he thought smugly, pushing a finger into Rogue.
Dancing
Authors:
vikingprincess and adarkershade_xFandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel and X-Men(Comics, main 616 universe)
Main Characters: Angelus, Rogue (het)
Rating: Adult or NC-17 (nudity, language, violence, sexual situations, death)
Spoilers: Through Season 5 of Angel, final episode. None for X-men, though there are Mutant Registration Act and Civil War connections implied, never explicitly stated.
Additional Warnings: NotAHappyFic ™ It's post-Apocalyptic in two senses, and that's never cheerful. 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 peek here: From X-men: Jubilee, Captain America. From Buffy: Willow, Buffy. for deaths explicitly mentioned in this chapter.
Comments: Yes, please. This is pretty ambitious and we’d love to hear from you, to keep us going!
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:
Rogue let her hips press against Angel's... Angel, she hastily amended the thought, unsure how much of what she was doing was acting, and how much reacting, at this point. His cool lips and tongue worked her own rather less experienced mouth into parting wider than she'd meant to, into giving more than she'd intended to. Her body, starved for touch even before the last three months of hell, was practically purring. And she didn't even like this... deadman. What the— Battlefield lust, something whispered deep inside her. Ya lived and yer body knows it. Wants to prove it. Nothin' ta be ashamed of, kid. She shuddered, fingers tightening as her body curved closer. Just another moment. Or two.
A soft growl rumbled deep in the vampire's chest as he slipped in between the young mutant's thighs, cupping her warmth. Strong fingers wound their way into her wet locks, drawing her head back as Angel cocked his head and kissed her deeper for a moment. His lips slid off hers as he turned his attention to her ear. Teeth and tongue whorled over her skin skillfully.
Gotcha, he thought smugly, pushing a finger into Rogue.
Dancing
