Unexpected Confrontation

Notes: As always, still haven't touched on the harsher warnings I've got listed above, but we shall be getting there. Promise.

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On with the Fic!

Chapter 2: Big Bad Wolf


I follow you through the rundown streets, mildly shocked into silence. When I caught a glimpse of you in the club earlier tonight, I was at once relieved and anxious. I hadn't seen you since that night at the Opera, and all I could really think of was getting to you, to make sure you were ok.

So when you saw me, and started to run, I was confused. So I followed you, and eventually caught up to you. And when you finally looked at me, and snapped at me like I was an inconvenience I was a litte hurt.

Here I am, being nice to some waif of a little girl who couldn't be bothered to pretend she had some sort of manners. And it hurt too, though I wouldn't admit it.

So I snapped at you. And to my surprise not only did you snap back, you played the game very well. I now know not to underestimate you. And if I had to tell the truth, your sudden show of dominance over me turned me on. A lot.

But I won't let you know that. At least, not yet. I'm too lost in my own thoughts for the moment.

I take a closer look at you, I mean I really take a look at you. Gone are the somewhat reserved clothes from before, replaced by clothes that while not intentionally sexy, on you they are. Then again, with a body like yours I'm sure you could be wearing ratty sweat pants and I would still find you attractive. I'm not sure if its the way you carry yourself, but I can tell that something is different with you.

But then, if you'd been the same naive child as that first night I met you, I doubt I'd still be here, following you through the night like a lost puppy.

Just then, you turn to me and give me a smirk.

"So, the puppy is following me home. He must like what he sees! Funny, I didn't think you'd really come this far, Graverobber."

I flush with anger at your mocking tone, because I know I've been caught staring at you. And also, because I am embarrassed at having my thoughts echoed back to me. I sneer at you.

"I'm no puppy kid, I'm a full blown wolf. And if you aren't careful, you might find yourself on my bad side."

You laugh at me in a derisive manner and thats all it takes. In an instant I have you pinned against a wall again. You struggle against me and I grab both of your hands and hold them against the wall with one hand, the other around your neck.

Not choking you, never that unless you want it, I'm just trying to threaten you. Make you realize that playing with fire maybe isn't such a good idea. And maybe I should realize that too.

For a second I see fear in your eyes, but its gone in a flash, replaced by defiance.

"We both know you wouldn't hurt me, Grave. You can't." Ah, false bravado. Wrong move for you, my dear.

I tighten my hold on your throat just a little, enough to make you rethink your strategy a bit. And also because I like the feel of your soft skin in my hand. I can feel your pulse, and it excites me. I like the feeling of power I get when I'm around you. It is almost intoxicating...

"Who says I'm going to hurt you? Maybe I'm just going to take what I want from you, and make you like it?" I remove my hand from around your neck and I lean closer, and kiss your pulsepoint. You let out a shudering breath, and I chuckle.

"Besides, isn't that what I do? Push Zydrate on people, and make them like it? Would it be so different with you?"

Damn. I didn't mean to let it slip out sounding like that. You didn't need to know that your earlier remark had hit a sore spot. Hopefully you didn't pick up on it.

I let my now idle hand rest on your waist, drawing lazy circles on the soft skin I find there, as I give your ear a sharp nip and soothe it with a kiss. You make a sound caught somewhere between a gasp and a groan. I grin against your neck.

"What do you think, Shilo? Should I just take what I want? I'm positive you'd like it."

You're trembling now, and I lean back just enough to take a look at you. Your eyes are wide, your mouth open either in shock or in desire. Personally, I'm counting on the desire bit myself. I bring my body closer to yours, so that we're barely touching, and you laugh. It's that dark laugh you used earlier, and it is driving me crazy.

"Maybe you only have to ask for it, Grave. Besides, I offered earlier, didn't I?"

And for the life of me, even though I shouldn't be, I'm shocked at your behavior. Shocked, and turned on more than I have been in my entire life. Because in a way, you're right. You did offer this to me. I growl at you, and press my body fully against you, letting you feel just how much I want this, want you.

You moan when you feel my erection press into you, and you struggle to pull one of your hands away. I let you, and am pleasantly surprised when you grasp my hardness through my pants and give it a good squeeze. I grind into your touch, and kiss you harshly. I nip at your lower lip, not asking for entrance into your mouth but demanding it.

You grant it instantly.

My hand finds its way down your body and finds that one of your nipples is taught and hard. I pull away before I twist it, and the resulting gasp makes me even harder. I do the same with your other nipple, and you give me another delicious shuddering gasp. If I'm not careful, I may lose control.

For a moment we're just staring at each other, both of us breathing hard. I'm about to ask you if you want it here, where all the world can see us, or if you think we can make it back to the house. But I don't get the chance.

A wailing siren breaks the moment, and we pull apart fast. I grab your hand and we're running blindly into the night.

Damn GeneCo!


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And so another chapter ends. To be truthful, I had waaaay too much fun writing it. I hoped you enjoyed! Read and review, as always. ^__^

~Mia