A/N this is definitly dark, it's just a take on Seth and Sarah's relationship, it's in the same universe as Shield Love. It's sorta about what these two are like one on one.

The moment the group arived back in the hotel Roman knew someone soon was gonna break. Normaly his money would be on Sarah, the young woman's temper knew no bounds, but while she had endless energy in rage she had been fairly calm the entire trip. If she was gonna break the tension she would have done it already, never one to bide her time or beat around the bush when she was mad.

Seth on the other hand knew how to pick and place his moments, to dance around the subject. To tease and taunt his opponent until they finally break. Only once or twice had he been forced to broach the subject himself, though it was only with Roman, but even when his hand was forced it gave him the same result- an explosion of rage from his opponent and a sadistic satisfaction in him. It was something dark and twisted inside of him, something he usually hid so well- so deep within that he is lulled into a false sense of security. A shadowy beast within that fed on the torment of others, his ego, that swelled when he watched someone come undone with rage and hate, to know that he was the cause of it.

The air was heavy, and while Roman wanted to stay and make sure nothing bad happened, he knew that his presence would only delay the inevitable, make it grow and swarm with deadly power. No him and Dean had to leave, lest it be worse whenever they have a chance to themselves. So with a concerned glance at the still silent pair, Roman shoved Dean through the door- opting to spend the night in Phil's room.

Seth sent Sarah a smirk when the door closed, and began slowly, methodically circling the brunette. She allowed this, it was odd to see her like this, so compliant to him. It stirred something in his abdomen seeing the normally opinionated and tempermental girl so submissive, watching him walk around her with half-lidded eyes. He had been mad before, madder than he had been in a long time, but it wasn't until he could sense the pliantness in her did he feel that need.

The need to hurt, to twist, to snap and break and in turn be broken- she woke the dark, cloudy animal inside him. In the car he had sensed it before he had seen it, feeling it's pressure against his eyes and tongue, trying to escape and run free, to feed. But he had held it in, locking the cage door temprarily, while the animal liked to feed Seth liked the hunt, he knew he had to wait and stalk around his prey before he could unleash it.

In the elevator it began to take form, a long sleek tail swishing impatiently, four indistinct legs, and the makings on a squarish head, with thick jowls. Rubbing against the bars of it's cage, as if to say 'Look Seth, I can be nice, I won't run off' but Seth knew better, not to let his guard down when the calm settled on his mind. Instead he planned, plotted how to finish the hunt, how to quiet her struggles and force her to rip herself apart.

Now while he paced around her he could see it, a slender tiger, it's claws out teasingly, mouth open to show off it's large fangs. The two toned man was yanked out of these thoughts when Sarah shifted, breaking away from his circling to lean against the wall. Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, trying to entice him but Seth wasn't seduced, he was mad. Seeing her so relaxed after what happened at the arena, allowing Curtis to run his hands along her- touching what wasn't his, what was Seth's!

But he kept himself in check -the tiger roaring, slamming at the bars of it's cage- he slowly strided over to her, pushing her hard into the wall, she whimpered but the way her eyes fluttered made him smirk- such a faker, acting like she didn't want this. He loomed over her, pressing his hips to hers, arousal apparent, she didn't seemed surprised at this. It came suddenly to him that she thought this was a game, it made him smirk, he would show her that it was never a game.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" It was a teasing line, one made to lead her on to the belief it was a game, that they were playing. His body was holding her against the wall, arms on either side of her head, but it was unnecessary, she wasn't running or fighting.

"I did nothing wrong." Her eyes were so dark and for a moment he was calm, the beast inside was sated, but the moment passed. His mind swirled with thoughts, had she given Johnny this look? Had he fallen for it?

"He touched you." Seth growled, the grin on her face spoke volumes- she knew it would push him over the edge, she had planned and plotted this.

"And I loved it." She hissed, a snarl replacing the brief grin, baiting him on. Seth took a step back, needing to breath, the dark tiger leaped away from the cage door, hit with a tranquilizer. The whole time he had thought he was the hunter, the predator, stalking his helpless, clueless, naive, prey. But now he knew, she had planned, timed everything perfectly, waited patiently for this moment. No matter how many times he hunted, it wouldn't mean anything, she was a master at this, she had dragged him into madness, she was the perfect hunter- and Seth was barely an ametuer.

He lunged then, she had forced him, beaten at what he thought was his own game, she had hunted just as he had but with a different approach. An alligator disguising itself as a harmless log, Sarah in the facade of a submissive naive little girl, he had sensed her arousal and he had thought it was from thoughts of this being a game. And it was a game, not a hunt, it was a game where no matter what he did she won. If he attacked first, if she attacked first, it would give her the same result and that's all she wanted.

Seth's hand wrapped around her throat, bashing her head into the wall behind her, but she didn't fight like he wanted, instead she pressed herself against him. Arms embracing him and his assault, so he reeled his hand back and punched her, hard. She seemed a bit dazed but only shivered and retching her hands into his hand, bringing their mouths together.

Teeth clashes painfully but she moaned all the same as he bit her lip, drawing blood. Sarah hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waste, he was still hard, the tiger inside him was awake again and roaring to feed. But now it was on something else, Seth didn't want torment and anger and hatred to fufil his appetite, he want to see her in pleasuring pain, see her come apart slowly, bleeding in sweet earnest. He wanted her eager to take him, to fuck her so hard she'll deny anyone else, only wanting him.

And she wanted this too, she was winning but he intended to be a sore loser, to push her into sweet agony that she'll be sorry she tricked him. But despite all his anger, all his terror at losing, he felt a warmth in his chest- proud that he was allowed to bed such a mighty huntress, his tiger proud to die at the jaws of her aligator. Because no matter how good you are there is someone better and what better way to lose -to die- than at the hands of someone superior? No one wanted to be ended by an ametuer, by a stroke of luck, no Seth wanted an equal and she wanted to be punished for her satisfying games.

He shoved her off of him abruptly, she landed a few feet away knocking her head against the coffee table, he advanced, releasing the beast, he grabbed her hair and dragged her to her feet. Sarah looked up at him with hooded, he gave her a sickly sweet smile before he threw her across the room. She landed on her side, he knew it was by choice, she could've easily just ended up on her feet but she wanted to slam into the floor. Her breathing heavy eyes clouded with lust.

Seth nearly moaned at the sight, a bruising Sarah lieing on her front, head lowered to the ground in anticipation and submission. He slammed his foot into her back, she cried out and for a moment the tiger paused, but she let out a breathy whine when he didn't repeat the action. So he brought his boot down again, reaching to grab her short hair again and brought her to her feet, hand still in her hair he unzipped his jeans.

She fought back for a moment but it was only to tease him, make him punish her, and he did with a harsh tug on her hair. He pushed the jeans and boxers down, jsut enough for his cock to bounce out. She took it eagerly, and he allowed her to explore it with her lips and mouth for a moment before gripping her head between his hands and slammed his hips forward. The brunette gagged, of course, but didn't resist and he shoved himself deeper and deeper. he was close to coming undone when he finally pulled back.

His breathe caught in his throat, she was beautiful even now with her bruised lips hanging slack, hair mussed up, tears at the corners of her eyes. He wanted to shush her, wipe away the almost tears but that wasn't part of the game -the hunt- and so instead he growled at her to strip off her clothers. She did so with a submissive gaze on the floor, when she was bare to him was when he really lost in.

Seth shoved her into the wall, hand on one breast twisting the nipple, his head dipped down and sunk into her collarbone. She howled with pleasure, tugging meekly at his clothing but he denied her this, opting instead to bite her harshly along her neck and shoulders. He had to stoop alittle but he managed to keep her against the wall and drag his mouth over her breasts.

Sarah held her breath feeling his teeth graze over the sensitive nipple, he gave a teasing lick before biting down- not as hard as before but enough to cause a spike of pain and pleasure. She cried out for more and he obliged her. Soon she was on her back on the floor, he had finally removed his shirt and jeans, but his boxers stayed on, to tease her and give himself alittle restraint.

His two toned head disappeared between her thigh, but not press his lips to her wet pussy, no he was biting the thighs and skin around her sweet spot. He wanted her to beg and she did quickly, quicker than he wanted, hoping to drag the out. So instead of giving into her wishes he sat up straight, she groaned tear pricking her eyes. Slowly he dragged his nails down her body, from just under her chin , between her breasts, and finally stopping hardly an inch away from her clit. The motion had Sarah tisting and arching into him, moaning her approval and it made he smirk with pride.

Finally he pressed his tongue against her clit, fingers shoved roughly into her tight heat, twisting and rubbing. Her hands wound into his hair and yanked him closer, he grazed his teeth over the sensitive nub as a warning and she released his hair. He smirked at the control he had over her at this time, allowing her to lose herself for awhile, something she needed to do for so long now.

He couldn't wait any longer, couldn't draw out this teasing, he needed her now. The boxers were shoved off and he entered her slowly, no matter what he would always treat her gently while she adjusted. It didn't take her long to start panting and rutting against him, eyes screwed shut- that angered him so much.

"Keep your eyes open." He growled, she gave him an embarrassed look. "The whole time, if you don't I'll stop." They both knew it would take nothing short of a zombie apocolypse for Seth to stop but she still complied. Keeping her eyes locked on his, the pace was rough and she could feel herself blushing looking into his eyes.

He felt quite the opposite, he was calm looking into the dark eyes, the tiger pleased begining to feel sated from the lust and love she was producing. Her moans urged him on, goaded him into pushing harder, but it wasn't enough, he needed just alittle more.

"Say my name."

"Seth..." It was breathy and she blinked slowly, trying to keep her hands on his shoulders, keep herself steady.

"Tell me you hate him." He growled, his disdain for Curtis apparent.

"I hate him, I never wanted him to touch me. I wanted to puke when he did but I wanted you to see it and punish me." She was babbling her eyes closed but he kept the pace up. "I hate him so much, baby, never ever will I touch him again. I love you." She was so close his hands bruising her hips in his grip, he was almost there, his thrusts becoming erractic and harder.

"Don't ever try to play games with me ever again, Puppy." He growled it out but it didn't matter, she arched her back and threw her head back with a scream, she climaxed tightening around his length- milking him. Two more thrusts and he was there with her moaning into her ear. "I love you too Baby-Girl."

A/N I was in a masochist mood and listening Love the Way You Lie part 2, damn that song makes me shiver- in a good/sick way. Anywho this is set after Shield Love, probably a year or two later. I'll probably do a quick follow up chapter that dives into the analogy abit more. Whatcha think?