Title: Hunters in the Dark 1/1
Author:  Dorotea Senjak
Disclaimer: Xanatos is not legally mine
Rating:  NC17
Pairing: X/F
Archive:  Please and thank you!
Summary:  An assassin hunts Xanatos until she becomes the prey

I had been watching him for days.  Following him at a distance.  Discreetly. 
Quietly.  I was well-trained at being a spook.  His eyes had never glanced my
way.  He had never looked over his shoulder while he walked through hangars
or the Senate.  Yet, as I sat in the restaraunt, sipping a girly pink drink,
flirting with a slug, watching him out of the corner of my eye, I knew he was
aware of my presence.  I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.  It wasn't
just nerves, it was something different, something unsettling, something that
made the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

He was one of the most beautiful man I had ever seen.  Women's and even a
large number of men's eyes often lingered on his visage.  He was of average
height, lean build, hair a deep ebony, pale complexion, alert deep blue eyes
and a small half-circle scar on his cheek that even I, even though I tried
never to think of my prey in personal terms, wanted to trace with my fingers,
kiss with my lips.  Tonight he was dressed as he almost always dressed except
for when he was training.  He wore solid black, with the exception of his
cloak, which had a midnight-blue silk lining that matched his eyes.

I tried to supress my erotic thoughts and laughed at the slug's horrible joke
as my prey laughed jovially with his dinner companion, a boring, stately
Senator.   The Senator excused himself and as soon as he had left the table
my prey's face changed.  The comfortable smile, the twinkling eyes
disappeared leaving a sneer and cold eyes.  No, not cold, eyes filled with a
barely contained rage that the man had to struggle constantly to control. 

Suddenly the eyes were on me.  For just a flash.  Not even an entire second,
most people would have never noticed, but this was my speciality. When you
are highly paid assassin you have to notice everything.  I shivered as a cold
wave of terror swept through me.  What the hell was going on?  I knew I was
somewhat Force sensitive, almost everyone I had trained with was.  Some of us
not enough to be chosen to be a Jedi.  Some of us having parents not willing
to give us up.  I knew my prey had been a Jedi.  You don't run into fallen
Jedi very often, nor do Jedi talk about their powers.  I realized with a
growing apprehension I had no idea what this fallen Jedi could do without
even lifting a finger in my direction. 

You heard stories, of course.  Jedi were capable of mind control, moving
objects with their minds, even killing with a mere thought.  You had to
wonder why they wouldn't put down any that left the Temple.  Maybe they did. 
Maybe that's why I was here.  I had no idea who had hired me.  I had just
been given a data file on the subject, not who wanted him dead or why.  But
one would think the Jedi would take care of their own.  Maybe they didn't
want to tarnish their image.  Maybe I should just walk away.  Money doesn't
do any good if you're not around to enjoy it. 

I smiled at the slug, but was really smiling at my own lies.  I didn't do
this for money, I did this because it was challenging.  I did this because I
loved hunting.  I did this because I enjoyed the kill.   Yes, I know what
that makes me.  I don't care.

I suddenly realized that my prey was gone, yet I had never let him out of my
sight.  Damn.  Fuck.  Shit.  Was I that distracted?  Or was he that good?  If
he was, he might be the one enjoying the kill tonight. 

I made my excuses to the slug and circled the upscale restaurant, but saw no
sign of him.  The Senator was asking the waiter if he had seen his dinner
guest leave, but the waiter didn't know where he had gone either.  I cursed
under my breath and left the restaurant. 

There was no sign of him outside.  I caught a transport back to the hotel
where he had been staying.  He was probably long gone, but I had to check. 
After walking casually through the lounge and hotel bar and not finding a
trace of him, I sat down in an oversized, yet very uncomfortable sofa.  I
pulled out my data unit, intending to hack into the hotel computer and see if
he had checked out.

I had just started typing when I heard a whoosh of fabric swirling through
the air and my prey sat down beside me, a wolf grin on his face. 

"The prey decided to become the hunter," he said in a smooth, intoxicating
voice. 

I stayed calm.  We were in a public place, not that that would save me, but
if he had wanted me dead immediately, I would already be dead.  He obviously
liked to toy with his kills and that could buy me time.  Time to think of a
way to turn the tables or at least retreat to hunt again.  I didn't respond
vocally, just twitched a small grin at him. 

"Who sent you?"  He asked, his midnight-blue eyes twinkling with the joy of
hunter who has his prey cornered.

"I don't know."

He nodded.  "Doesn't matter, I have quite a few enemies.  I just wanted to
know who I needed to visit to thank them for going to all the trouble of
hiring an assassin to kill me," his long, slender fingers reached up and
pushed a wispy strand of hair back from my eyes.  "I feel, and correct me if
I'm wrong, a kill is more satisfying if you do it yourself, rather than
hiring someone else to do it."

I shrugged.  "I only kill who I'm paid to kill.  It isn't a personal matter
for me."

He nodded, a grin on his face again.  "A cold and passionless killer.  A
professional.  And beautiful too.  What a shame."

"A shame that I'm going to die tonight?"

He chuckled.  "No fear. That is good.  Fear leads to the dark side."

"Ah," I said diplomatically, not sure what he was speaking of.

"If you believe in light and dark, that is."

I shrugged again and he laughed again.  It wasn't the laugh he had used with
the Senator.  It was a dark laugh, a laugh that said, 'Yes, I can sit with
you and chat about nonsense and kill you without a second thought.'  I knew
that laugh well. 

"Yes, I could kill you without a second thought," he murmured, moving his
face closer to mine.  "I could kill you with just a thought," he continued,
his warm breath cascading across my cheek.

His eyes locked with mine and I kept mine blank.  We stared for a long while,
my heart beating faster even as I struggled to my eyes still.  When I could
no longer maintain the eye contact, I tilted my head and brushed my lips
against his.  I lifted my eyes back to his. 

His eyes showed interest, but he said, "Sex won't save you."

"I know."

He nodded, hearing the truth in my answer.  "I'm Xanatos, but you already
know that, don't you?"

I nodded, my hand slipping to his leg.  If I were going to die, I saw no
reason to die not knowing him. 

"I found many names for you.  Which one do you want me to use?" He asked, his
fingers lightly stroking my cheek, then tracing my lips. 

"Whichever you think fits the best," I said, one hand sliding up his thigh,
the heat and hardness beneath it exciting me.  With my other hand I reached
up and traced first his lips, then the ragged edge of his scar, kissing it
lightly just as I had fantasized.

He smirked and then pounced, his mouth capturing mine passionately.  I
returned the kiss not caring if every face was staring at us.  His hands
clenched my shoulders as his tongue slid smoothly into my mouth, hot and
sweet.  I moaned into his mouth, pressing in closer to him, driven with a
burning desire to be as close to him as possible, to meld with him.  

We continued, our hands roaming, our tongues exploring, our pulses racing
until an older lady said haughtily and just loudly enough to be sure that
we'd hear, "It is a hotel, they have rooms."

Xanatos reluctantly pulled his mouth away from mine.  "Tomorrow, I'm hiring
you to kill her," he whispered, one of his hands now inside my shirt. 

I arched a brow at him, my leg was now between his, my thigh holster pressing
a blaster into his thigh and most of my body pressed snuggly against him. 
"You're going to let me live that long?" I asked, still somewhat breathless. 

He just grinned evily and stood up, pulling me with him.  "We'll go to our
room now," he said very loudly as he made sure that almost everyone in the
lounge could see where his hand had been as he made quite the show of
removing it and fixing my shirt. 

I couldn't help but to laugh at the embarrassed faces as he took my hand and
led me to the lift.

Once we were in his room, we eagerly began undressing each other.  His
lightsaber was tossed aside as if it was a mere nusience and my blasters and
vibroblades ended up piled on top of it.  Neither of us could wait for the
release of the pure animal instinct, the base slapping of flesh against
flesh, the hunger being fed, the pleasure ripping through our senses, pushing
all the self-doubt, self-awareness away. 

We found our way to the bed, falling onto it in a tangle of limbs and heated
skin.  I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my neck and a long moan
escaped from my throat, my fingernails scraping against his flesh, breaking
his skin, drawing his blood as he drew mine. 

I could feel his hard cock pressing against my wet opening and I arched my
hips, spreading my legs and inviting him inside.  His tip entered and he
groaned and pulled back, shifting his weight so his hand could slide up the
curve of my side and massage my breast, his fingers twisting and teasing the
taut nipple. "Not yet," he whispered huskily.  "I want to savor you."

I groaned in protest, my body aching to be filled, to have him slamming his
body into mine, pounding me to a pulp, to feel him deep inside of me.  I
shifted my body beneath him, his cock pressing against me again.  I wrapped
my legs around his hips and arched my back, his cock sliding into my wetness.
"Take me now, you can savor me later," I demanded.

I opened my eyes to see his passion-darkened eyes glimmer as he began
thrusting into me.  His mouth attacked mine, his arms sliding underneath my
back to grip my shoulders as he showed no mercy, but gave me what I wanted. 
He cock was large and it stretched me as he forcefully pushed into me.  The
pain only added to the pleasure as I met his pace and moved my body against
his just as forcefully. 

He ripped his mouth away from mine, his hands clenching my shoulders
painfully as he shifted upwards, driving even deeper, hitting the spot he
knew would send me over the edge.  I tightened my legs around him, sinking my
teeth into his shoulder, wanting to see his bright red blood shine against
his pale skin.  He grunted, his breathing becoming more ragged as he neared
the limits of his control and our frenzied motion continued.

My muscles tightened around his cock as a white heat of pleasure soared
through my body.  I shuddered beneath him, my head falling back from his
bloody shoulder as our bodies continued their wild dance with each other. 
His thrusts quickened and he stiffened as he climaxed deep inside of me.  I
shuddered again as he filled me, his body spasming against mine. 

Xanatos collapsed on top of me and I moaned into his smooth chest.  His grip
relaxed on my shoulders as his breathing returned to normal.  He rolled off
me with a slight grunt and pulled me into his arms, his hands skimming across
my sweaty skin.  "You can kill me now and at least I'll die very contented,"
I said softly.

He exhaled a long breath and let out a dry chuckle.  "Yes, well, you still
have to kill that dried-up old bitch from the lounge for me."

"I thought you liked to take care of those things personally."

He nuzzled my neck and whispered, "I was thinking maybe it could just take
you a very, very long time to finish the assignment."

"How long?"

"Years and years," he said with smile, lifting himself up a bit and pushing
my damp hair from my face.  "With your tracking and hacking skills you could
be a valuable asset to my corporation.  I don't see any point in killing you
when you could make money for me."

"And fuck you."

Xanatos smirked again.  "And fuck me hard and often."

I parted my legs as his hand slid between my legs, massaging my slick outer
lips.  I gave a soft moan as he slid a finger inside of me.  "I'll get to
hunt once in a while, right?"  I asked, thinking these were definitely the
strangest and most pleasurable contract negotiotions I've ever had.

He moaned as my hips began to move in rhythm with his hand and he pushed
another finger inside.  "Most assuredly, my Ione," he said, picking my true
name.

I tangled my fingers in his long hair and pulled his face to mine, "I think I
like being your prey," I whispered just as his lips captured mine again. 


The End