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crossoverficTitle: Hunter/Hunted, Chapter 8: Monsters
Authors: this chapter primarily by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vikingprincess (prior chapters by both 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 (language, violence, graphic sexual descriptions, 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.
Updates: Every two weeks
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 click for deaths explicitly mentioned in this and other chapters.
Comments: Yes, please
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:
Angelus wrapped cool arms around the mutant's slender waist and stood. Her scent coupled with the sound of the crimson fire rushing in her veins, made Angelus shiver as he pinned her to the wall. He could lose control so easily….
"More?" Even as he snarled the question, he was tearing at the belt around his waist and at the tops of his trousers, not really caring if they were ruined or not in the rush to get them out of the way.
"Y' talk too much," she hissed, and snapped the belt with a firm jerk of her hands, accidentally tearing his pants down one side in her greed and need, fierce and a little bit frightening. Remy had been all that was gentle and loving, their only night together and the first time she'd been able to give herself to a man; moreover, a man that she loved with all her heart and soul. Brutally, she shoved the tender memories away, someplace safe deep in her mind, where they’d not be tainted by what she did now.
This was nothing like that. This was the crazed, desperate rutting of two savage beasts in the ashes of a dead world... and it made her feel more alive than anything else had in months. Guilt later. Pleasure now. She'd had so little of it in her life, after all.
"Come on, Angelus," she taunted, her nails scoring his back as his pants sagged from her destructive violence. "What're y' waitin' for?"
(Monsters)
Authors: this chapter primarily by
vikingprincess (prior chapters by both 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 (language, violence, graphic sexual descriptions, 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.
Updates: Every two weeks
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 click for deaths explicitly mentioned in this and other chapters.
Comments: Yes, please
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:
Angelus wrapped cool arms around the mutant's slender waist and stood. Her scent coupled with the sound of the crimson fire rushing in her veins, made Angelus shiver as he pinned her to the wall. He could lose control so easily….
"More?" Even as he snarled the question, he was tearing at the belt around his waist and at the tops of his trousers, not really caring if they were ruined or not in the rush to get them out of the way.
"Y' talk too much," she hissed, and snapped the belt with a firm jerk of her hands, accidentally tearing his pants down one side in her greed and need, fierce and a little bit frightening. Remy had been all that was gentle and loving, their only night together and the first time she'd been able to give herself to a man; moreover, a man that she loved with all her heart and soul. Brutally, she shoved the tender memories away, someplace safe deep in her mind, where they’d not be tainted by what she did now.
This was nothing like that. This was the crazed, desperate rutting of two savage beasts in the ashes of a dead world... and it made her feel more alive than anything else had in months. Guilt later. Pleasure now. She'd had so little of it in her life, after all.
"Come on, Angelus," she taunted, her nails scoring his back as his pants sagged from her destructive violence. "What're y' waitin' for?"
(Monsters)
