Title: Unnatural 2/8

Series: Unnatural!Verse. Part One.
Author: Miz Thang
Summary: post-Shells, Illyria has a few thoughts on things. The people she has to deal with. This takes a little twist on canon. I'll just say this doesn't turn out to be a happy ending fic.
Spoilers: Season 5 of Angel, up to Shells, and some plot points beyond that.
Warnings: Spike/Illyria. Sex. Character Death.
Rating: FRM

Notes: The first three chapters are short, mainly because in the beginning it had been a series.

Chapter Two: Passion

It wasn't right to feel this way, to feel this…heat whenever she and Spike were alone. When they trained, enjoying the sensation of hitting each other. It wasn't an unnatural thing; it wasn't right. She was above feelings. She was Illyria, great god king of the primordium. She didn't have feelings, or become nervous at the presence of a mere half-breed.

And she wanted to pound him into the ground for it. This sensation that had her dream of him at nights…it was what the shell felt for Wesley before she was destroyed. It was a weakness. A weakness that drove Wesley into his current depression. A weakness she would not let herself fall into; she would destroy someone first.

Spike got in a good hit, punching her in the face and grinning at her as she reeled back in shock. It was a rare occurrence, and he took great pleasure in it.

"You hit me."

"I think we had this conversation already," Spike replied. "Back to the hitting…"

"No creature has hit me once and lived; you have hit me twice."

"Not really like others." He answered, and then he grinned. "Might've started when I was younger."

Illyria narrowed her eyes and she began to circle him, stopping when she reached a startling conclusion.

"You lust after me."

"On what planet?"

"This one. You hide it well, but I can read it in your eyes at this moment. I can sense it in your body." She stepped back.

"Look, I don't know what you're testing out, or if you're talking to ferns again, but that's not possible. I have no desire to be near you unless it involves hitting. Like we were doing before." Spike replied.

She narrowed her eyes, stepping forward once again. She leaned forward boldly, pressing her lips to his as she saw in the shell's memories. Instantly, she felt as if she were on fire. As if she could explode.

Oddly she never wanted to let go. Of this moment. Of Spike. He was her mate. Her destined mate and she would have him. Yes, the attachment had grown to extreme levels.

Spike, on the other hand, had thoughts bordering on asking himself what the hell was he doing. This was Illyria, the god king that, not three minutes ago, had kicked his ass across the room.

There was a connection forming deep under the surface. A connection that on a God King and her chosen mate could share.

"You elicit passion and fire inside me," Illyria stated when she caught her breath. "You make me…breathless and I get a…fluttering in my stomach."

Spike looked at her. "What are you getting at?"

"I enjoy this feeling," The god king stated before leaning forward to kiss him again. The feel that passion once more.