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[thewolfinside]

Jason digs through Gabriel's closet, looking for a shirt to wear. He'd been invited to Dru's party, and he was going to go. Raina could just fuck off for the night, it wasn't often he got to see Dru.

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[leela1.livejournal.com]

OH no, No...Gabe..

Don't do it. Don't do it alone. Not now, not tonight..

*searching for something*

Besides..

IFyoudon'tpunishme the devil will know.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Laughing, shaking his head as he lowered the rifle, reverently putting it back in it's case.

"She gave me this for my twenty fifth birthday. I celebrated by taking out half a pack of were rats on her order. Using...'

Carefully, oh so carefully this time, picking up the bottle. Sounding gleeful, childlike, perky even.

"This. See.. you coat the tips in it. Then, when ya fire? It doesn't just put a hole in someone. It puts a large hole of itty bitty bits of burning silver in them. And that silver? Gets in their veins. And then, as they panic? Their own heart works against them, spreading it trhrough them... effectively eating them alive."

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"Seriously? Silver nitr - ."

She stares at the bottle horrified; finally remembering where she had heard that word before - who she'd heard that Raina'd used it on - until he'd gone crazy. Before she ate his heart.

"Gabriel, put it down now, please Gabriel - do it for me." Looking at him, she licks her lips nervously. "Just put it down Alpha."

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Arching a brow, head canting to one side as he carefully tucked it into the case, nestling it beside the rifle.

"What? You've seen it used, haven't you? You don't get that look unless you've seen what it can do."

Stepping closer to her, eyes narrowing.

"Who? Not yourself, it wouldn't have worked. Jason? Nathaniel?'

Standing toe to toe with her, the smile on his lips sickly.

"Me?"

[leela1.livejournal.com]

She reaches out, runs her finger down the scar on his jaw, eyes hooded, and looking slightly over his left shoulder.

"No, just some were, don't remember exactly..not sure - never saw it used, not, just - just somebody.. not, not .. important now "

Curls her other hand into his hair, fingers gripping it, pulling on it a little, hoping to distract him.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

A soft growl in the back of his throat at her touch, at the evasiveness of her answers.

"Ya told me at the beginnin ya didn't follow orders well yet you insist yer pard. You lie to me and insist yer pard. Just what the fuck does that word mean to ya, Leela? Cause yer startin to sound like me?'

Tones harsh, no refinement, nothing but primal energy and anger. At her. Himself. The world.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Speaking slowly, running a fingernail slowly, sharply down his cheek. "Pard means family to me, Alpha. It's more than a gang, more than an alliance. And yea, sometimes you hurt the people you love, even though you wish you didn't."

"I told you I don't follow orders well, never lied about that - not once. And if I sound like you - then I guess it means I'm like you in some ways. Not alot of em I don't think, but .."

Her hand grips tighter in the hairs on the back of his head - finally she looks at him "And if I say it's not important now, it's not. That was then, Gabriel - another time and place. You're alive, and I'm free."

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

'Somethings never fuckin change.'

The words snorted, rolling his eyes.

"She used to flick the shit at me when I was making bullets. Bullets for her shit.'

Staring down at Leela, eyes narrowing.

"Stop it. Now. Yer fuckin not gonna use sex to stop me from doin this. I'm sick of being everyone's bitch. Tonight, I'm fuckin endin this shit. And I'm sure yer a great lay, Dollface but... This is about pard, not getting my rocks off."

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Eyes narrow, and she stills, bringing her hands back down to her side. She growls soft and low.

"Is that what I am to you Gabriel? A great fucking lay?"

*balls up her fist, swings and cracks him hard in the jaw*

"FUCK YOU."

*turns and starts walking*

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

He can't even think to answer. Not thinking. Living on anger and rage and...

And his head slamming back on his neck, actually feeling skin splitting, tasting blood on the inside of his lip where he bit it.

Grabbing her as she turns, moving to slam her against a wall, barely yanking her back so that she just thuds softly against it. Face to face with her, lips drawing back into snarl.

"No! If that was it, I'd have done ya by now. Yer my fuckin pard. My friend. And the most infuriating woman I have ever dealt with. You don't listen, you bitch and moan when I try and protect you and you get pissed and try and distract me when I work to save all of us.'

Words fast, hurried, spittle on his lips in his rage.

"You don't fuckin listen and now... Now I have to hurt ya or be hurt, have the rest hurt. I can't let it go, even if I wanted to and yer playin little Ms Seductress to keep me from killing the cunt!'

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Scared, so scared - and deep down angry. Trying to push him away - to push him back - away get - must get away!

"You won't be able to kill her alone Gabriel! Get that through your fucking thick skull! She'll kill you - or make you wish you'd died - and she will take this pard apart piece by piece! You are the example of a leader - you are all the pups have to keep them safe."

"You have to use us as a unit, you have to keep us together! Start thinking like a general, not a fucking footsoldier. We as individuals are expendable - the pard must survive!! I'm not going to kill us - You are."

"Now let me the fuck go. NOW."

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

"NO!'

Shaking his head, looking almost calm about it. "Yer mine to punish as I see fit, Leela. You think I'm playin games, that I'm bein a bastard, insisting on takin on the world myself? You have a kitten in you. A wildcat... not a killer. Try livin with this beast inside of you and live wiht it.'

Head dropping, biting against her shoulder. A hard grinding bite, growling like an animal. Hands grabbing her hips hard, yanking her against him.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Screaming - pain - nails out to scratch and claw - get away, get away! Fingers grabbing at his hair to pull him back, clenching tightly as she tries to slide away, can't get away.

Her hands reaching, sliding up his chest, grabbing him by the throat to push him off ..can't get - must run, run..

"Lemme go, let me GO!"

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Head turning, teeth gliding over her skin as he began to suckle lightly at the side of her throat. Nibbling now, groaning as he feels her nails on his skin, the feeling of her hand at this throat.

"You wanted to know, Leela... Stop fighting it.'

Growling out the words against her skin, hips rolling to grind against her.

"Dollface? Didcha know there's a fine line between passion and anger?"

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"Gabriel..."

Freezing at his words, head dropping back to hit the wall, feeling him so close, so fucking close - human desires warring with the wildcat within.

"Gabriel" She tries again "Please ... oh"

Fingers that once tried to choke him now stroking the skin, pulling him closer, as she rolled her hips out to grind against his.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Teeth over her throat, tracing the length of her windpipe. Parting, capturing her throat as his head nudges back her chin further. Purring now, a low, cruel sound as he slowly bit down, applying slow pressure to her throat.

Forcing the dominance on her, some part of his mind glad she seemed to want it... he wasn't sure he would've stopped if she hadn't desired it.

Hands sliding down her hips, wrapping around to grab her ass, fingers digging into the plush rounds hard, slamming her crotch against his, his arousal evident even through his jeans.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Whimpering quietly, lids shut over now-yellow eyes she knew this position, knew it instinctively. She knew what baring her throat was to him, and she didn't fight it. Wincing as he started biting in, slowly making it harder to breathe.

He slams her against him with enough force to make it hurt. Her hips, feeling him close, so close and hard. Slipping her hands over his shoulders, down his chest, she scratches the skin onver his nipple ring, perking it, and gently tugs on his piercing.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Claiming, taking, forgetting the man he was becoming. Even the man he'd been. Only the beast, the alpha. Angry, fed up, rage binding within him with lust, the roll of fur within as sharp as the scent of the cat, her cat. Groaning at her clawing touch, that fiery tugging, leaving him panting, gasping for a breath.

Leaning back, eyes gold, bright, staring into hers.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

She finally opened her eyes, looked up into his - honey amber warm staring up at gold - bright - and dangerous. Something beneath the surface, she could almost feel the fur under the flesh. This was Bigcat, the name she called him - the only thought she could clearly remember from the time she was stuck in lynxform

This was her Alpha, and she had a feeling that she was very, very much in trouble.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

For a moment something soft enters his eyes. Memory. Feelings. Care for this woman he held bodily against the wall. One hand prying loose of it's hold, sliding up to caress her cheek with the back of his knuckles, hand slinking up over her hair, smoothing down the purple locks...

Before sliding through them, twisting, locking hard into her hair.

Head tossed back, his roar nothing the human throat was be able to make as he yanked her from the wall, spinning, holding her by hair. Letting go of her ass, grabbing her arm and spinning her around. The hard line of his body driving her forward, pushing her over the kitchen table until she was nearly face to face with the rifle, grinding his cock hard against the curve of her ass.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Almost - almost touching souls with the man within, the warmth that she knws and adores. Smiling at him tentatively, enjoying the feel of his touch on her skin, the rough skin warm against her cheek.

Sudden- sharp pain as he grabs her hair, and a glance in his eyes shows that something's changed, that nothing human remains. Something beastial, dark and deadly taken its' place. Cringing, she screams in response to his roar - only her's is higher pitched, and afraid.

Swung easily, tears coming to her eyes as he whips her around, her hips hitting against the the wooden table as she's being shoved over it. Her hands pushing off, nails scrabbling on the wood, trying to get leverage, room to move, but the pressure on her hair, on her back - hard and firm and heavy.

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

Grabbing the waistband of her skirt, giving a hard yank back. Hearing threads pop and yanking again. Letting go, not caring as the skirt falls, pooling at her feet.

Running his hand over her ass, caressing the curve before raising his hand, giving it a hard pop. Nails curling in, raking down over the luscious curve of her ass, shredding the panties on one side, just barely drawing a light streak of blood before yanking them free, tossing the scrap of fabric aside.

"Be thankful to yer gods,' he snarls, leaning over her to nip at her ear. Bucking against her, dry humping at her ass. 'I've taken blood. Who knows what the next moon might have brought."

Free hand undoing his jeans, not even bothering to remove them, letting them drape down his hips, nothing beneath but hot, golden skin, the length of his cock rubbing against the bloodied mark on her ass.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Not even able to bring her arms around to scratch him, not able to bite, or run - her fur just beneath the surface, and her eyes wild with fear.

"No, please Gabriel - not this, not like this please!"

Tear-streaked, she struggles, her nails cracking, raking hard against the wooden table cover, still trying to do roll over, slide away. Sudden coolness on her flesh as her skirt is ripped away, and a cold chill runs up her spine. She flinches at the slap on her ass, and whimpers as his claws rake her skin. Panting, she lays there while he growls at her, turning her head from one side to the other.

"I - I don't underst.." she freezes at the feel of of him behind her, hard, and rubbing agaist her.

"Gabriel, Alpha.. please no"

[lion-passant.livejournal.com]

"No what? Don't show you what it is yer playin with? Don't fuckin show you what it means to be subordinate, owned, pard?"

Yanking back hard on her hair, snarling like the jungle cat he is. Twisting her head, looking into her eyes. Well, looking at her face, staring into her eyes, allowing her to see his face, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Staring at her as he nudged her feet apart, kicking them out until they were as wide as he could get them, leaving her to sprawl over the table. Taking a deep breath, eyes closing as his hips bucked, driving himself balls deep into her in one strong stroke, slamming the entire weight of his body against her.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

"No..nonono..Ga - Alpha, please no.. "she whispers, then screams shrilly as her head is twisted, racked to the side. Her hands reach up, raking at the fist that's wrapped in her hair, ripping skin.

Mewing quietly, tears falling from amber orbs she looks at him, seeing the beast that he was, the beast he is now. Terrified, she stares into his eyes, the eyes of a killing machine - untamed and unleashed, and right on top of her.

Trying to bring her legs back together, trying not to think of what he was doing. A sudden pause - a moment that seemed to stretch out forever -

And then PAIN - Screaming hard and long, as he rips his way, ramming deep inside her, shoving her forward with the force of his hips.