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.
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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.


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