Yes, I use English names. Deal with it.

I don't own anything except the plot.

Warning: I don't like Mark or Masaya or whatever you want to call him. Therefore, there might be some Mark bashing in this fic. again, deal with it.

'They've done well so far haven't they?'

Silence.

'Zoey's doing well...'

This time there was a grunt in response to Wesley's prodding. Though he acknowledged Wesley's conversational efforts, Elliot refused to look away from the computer screen. Eyes flicked over the data generated from the mew's last fight with the cyniclons which was barely a week ago. There was something that bothered him. At one point during the battle, Zoey had been teleported away from the fight by the leader of the cyniclons. The others had fought wildly with the remaining enemy but no-one knew where Zoey had disappeared too or what happened while she was gone. She'd re-appeared as the battle drew to a close, stumbling out of the bushes with flushed cheeks and a rapid heart rate if the monitor in her pendant was any indication. As if responding to some sort of signal, the cyniclons had broken away from the mews and shimmered out of their sight, leaving Elliot and the mews very confused.

The girls shrugged it off quickly but Elliot refused to leave it be. He was convinced that their odd behaviour had something to do with Zoey coming back and it wasn't that they were scared of her either. If he could just figure out what that damn cyniclon had done to her... Elliot's fists clenched uncharacteristically and he was unaware of the computer in front of him as he imagined the things that could have happened to make Zoey blush like that. He let out a low snarl and was snapped out of his trance by Wesley who'd been calling his name frantically and trying to gain his attention. When those methods didn't work, Wesley had moved right next to Elliot and whistled piercingly into the man's ear. The glare that Elliot placed on Wesley was mild compared to the one he'd been using before.

'Look, Elliot. If you want to know what happened, go ask Zoey! It's not like she's going to lie to you. She's on our side, remember?'

Under Wesley's practical gaze and words, Elliot suddenly felt very foolish. Yes. He would go talk to her.

The girl in question was not doing much better than Elliot in the rational thought department. Her distraction was not dissimilar to his as her mind pondered over the events of the last fight and what happened when she disappeared from the main battle ground.

FLASHBACK

'Bridget! Behind you!' The cyniclon's wind attack hit the spot that the green mew had been occupying a minute before. 'Thank god he missed her.' I thought while ducking attacks from predasites. This was not what I had in mind for a Friday night. If it wasn't for mini mew and that stupid Elliot, I could be getting my beauty sleep now, in preparation for my date with mark but instead I was fighting alien creatures that threatened my world... Just my luck.

A scream brought me out of my reverie and I turned just in time to see Dren, leader of the cyniclons, reach out to grab me. My eyes widened comically and I tried to pull away from him but my human reflexes weren't fast enough, even with the red data animal DNA flowing through me. His fingers gripped my arm with surprising strength. The mew inside me braced for his next move and was thrown off as the air around us shimmered and a nauseous feeling filled every part of me. I felt my weight collapse as I was set down wherever Dren had teleported us to. My tail curled and ears lay flat against my skull while I tried to remain in possession of my lunch. I could feel pin prick tears start to form in my eyes when the feeling grew worse, leaving me lying on the ground shaking.

I'd forgotten about the threat of the cyniclon until a gentle hand pushed my hair back out off my face. I flinched away from him but immediately regretted it as a wave of unadulterated pain slid through my body. I lay completely still with my eyes clenched shut as Dren ran his long fingers though my hair. The rhythm became a soothing pattern and my body relaxed slightly as if it believed this... person would protect it. The pain slowly withdrew and with its retreat, my cat ears rose to points again. I still had my eyes shut when a calloused hand ran across one of the points. My head tilted automatically into the hand as it rubbed harder. An involuntary purr erupted from my throat and I found myself uncurling and shifting uncomfortably, wanting more. More of that touch which had switched ears and was now making them both twitch in pleasure.

An amused chuckle reached my sharp ears. 'Like that do you kitty cat?'

I knew that voice. But where from? It occurred to me what exactly was going on a second later as I wrenched my head away from Dren and backed up. I knew my cheeks were bright red and when our eyes met, I had to look away quickly to avoid the knowing gaze in his golden orbs. Shit. Why does this stuff always happen to me?

'You'd better take me back Dren, right now!' My demand seemed to do nothing but amuse the cyniclon, if his laughter was any indication. I stomped my foot angrily, feeling like a petulant child and not knowing what to do.

'Take me back NOW!' The sudden silence that followed after my scream was eerie made even more so when the prince lifted his head to watch me through his black fringe with piercing eyes. In less than a second, his whole demeanour changed. His body, which had been doubled over in laughter straightened to become stern and haughty. His eyes flashed with some indecipherable expression before turning hard as stone. Always before, he'd watched me with warm eyes, full of speculation and innuendo. I think I preferred that to how he was looking now.

Usually my instincts took over in a situation like this but I was helpless as he moved towards me. His body flowed and rippled with strength. Why had I never noticed the taut muscles before? I couldn't take my eyes off his hypnotic form and predictably, this inability ended with me landing on my butt after tripping over a tree root. Never before had he scared me this much, walking towards me, stalking me... As if I was prey.

I finally placed the look in his eyes just as he pounced, his movements smooth and graceful yet horribly dangerous. It was possession. Like he owned me, my body, my mind. Everything. His body crushed mine into the dirt beneath us, forcing me to lie back under his weight. My hands came up to push him away but they proved useless as he brought them above my head with his. I was pinned underneath the enemy...

And it felt good.

The knowledge shocked me as he transferred the restriction of my arms to one hand, the other running down my scantily clad form to rest on my hip. His possessive gaze swept over me and I could feel his eyes on my skin. I could see lust in his eyes and it didn't surprise me. What did was my reaction, the heat pooling low in my stomach and the aching want, no, the need to be filled.

I struggled against him weakly; attempting to get out of the situation that I was rapidly losing control of. He groaned in response to my movements and a blush spread across my cheeks when I felt a rush of moisture between my thighs. It seemed I was aroused by him as much as his dominant actions. I silently prayed that he hadn't noticed the slight twists and movements that my traitorous body made to sate the undeniable need inside me, burning like a candle, higher and higher. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts and feelings that I barely remembered who it was. Even that thought was quickly banished when he ground his hard arousal against the soft parts of me. I writhed in ecstasy as a shot of pleasure burned through my veins. I felt the hand that was lingering at my waist slide down to my knee, yanking it up suddenly to wrap around him while spreading me wider.

My eyes had slid shut during the short exchange and I opened them slightly to see him staring half-lidded back at me. For a moment, neither of us moved until roughly, as if he couldn't help himself, he thrust directly into me. In fact, if my leotard and his shorts hadn't been there, he would've done just that. I knew I was aroused beyond belief. I could feel my slickness increasing with every second. Our twin cries of pleasure echoed around us as he repeated the action, this time with me aiding him. My hips rising to meet his with as much effort as I could muster considering that I could only use one leg. I ground myself against him wildly, wanting to burn some of this tension away. I used my raised leg to pull him closed to me, trying to get more of him, needing him.

I felt him growling deep in his throat before I heard it, the sound animalistic and arousing. He was losing control of himself. As if he'd heard the thought, he released my arms in favour of using both hands to pin my hips to the ground. Long, slender fingers stretched across my thighs keeping me still as his hips thrust faster into mine. It felt as though he would rip through the flimsy material between us and plunge right into me... And I wasn't complaining. With my arms released, I found myself moaning wantonly and reaching up to pull his head to my chest. He quickly took the hint and ripped the material down, latching onto a nipple as if his very life depended on it.

He nipped, kissed and suckled like a newborn, sending me spiralling head first into pleasure as it built strongly within both of us. His pounding became erratic and his hands grasped my arse cheeks, grinding me harder, deeper even with the barrier between us. There were no longer thoughts of enemy or how wrong it was. How could something be wrong if it felt this good? The spring inside me wound tighter, burning me and controlling my thrusting body. I could feel the edge coming up on me, the whimpers and moans falling from my lips almost breathless.

Dren seemed as lost as I was, groaning my name loudly anytime his lips left my breasts and unable to stop his cock rubbing frantically against my core. His fingers slid between our bodies just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, to stroke lightly at the bundle of nerves above my centre. With that slight contact, I came, tumbling over that precipice, my cries muffled into Dren's mouth as he took me savagely over the crest. I clung to him while he also lost control, pulsing into his shorts. Neither of us moved for a little bit, both wondering what had just happened. When my brain finally caught up with my body, I gasped, pushing Dren's satisfied body from my own and bolting into the forest.

END FLASHBACK

Well that's the first chapter then. tell me what you think ey?