Falling for the Beast

"LMFranklin20"

Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead does not belong to me and I do not make any money off of this non-canon fiction.

Summary: Dr. Angelica Pavlov is put on the worst possible job she could get: training and socializing a feral Alpha male Hunter. When he shows an unnerving interest in her, Angelica finds herself falling for the beast.

Rating: M+ due to blood, gore, violence, language, and intensely detailed adult situations (In other words, its Infected/Survivor SEX. Don't read it if you don't like it!)

Chapter Five: Bonding (He Wishes)

The Hunter sits in his little house, from his waist down sticking out. He's now wearing a strait-jacket with a hood, left incapable of using his hands. The occasional whimper can be heard as he rests his cheek against the floor, having managed to push some soft things into a decent pile. He and the floor and walls had hosed off, cleaned of blood and heavily dosed. Dr. Pavlov had insisted though, that he not be harmed. A bandage was wrapped around his head, covering his injured eye. It had been several days now, since he'd last seen the female. He doesn't even notice when the door creaks open and Angelica walks in, giving a soft sigh. She's bandaged up and bruised and, after a long moment of hesitation, she steps into the Pit.

She glances at what she can see of the Hunter, frowning slightly, "Doing alright?" He doesn't even seem to notice her, just curling up tighter and making a small miserable sound. She frowns a little, stepping closer and tapping lightly on the side of it. He only rolls onto his side. He hasn't eaten, he can't see. He can't even move his arms so he can't go anywhere. He can't do anything. He's a useless Hunter, a useless male. Something's even in his mouth to keep him from close it and he thinks he hurt the female pretty badly. He hadn't meant to…

Angelica sighs some, almost feeling bad as she backs up, "I'm sorry about this but you cut yourself up pretty badly. Not to mention ME." She reaches out, patting his hip and he jumps in surprise. If she wants to hurt him, she should just do it already. Its cruel to play with your prey. The woman only takes in a deep breath, move her hand upwards carefully to pet his back, "Look, I've got something for you." She reaches into her pack and pulls out several pepperoni sticks, dropping them where he can reach them and then carefully, very carefully unhooking his muzzle. He rolls his aching jaw, finally closing it and whining. One eye is already gone and the other is slightly hazed over.

But Angelica has learned her lesson. There are two guards outside the door, in case he should lose control again. "Well?" She lowers her hand to pet at the back of his neck though. She can't be mad at him for following his instincts. He gives a small sound and then languidly sniffs at the pepperoni stick before taking one between his lips and chewing at it. She manages a faint smile, "There we go." He eats half of the stick before letting his head loll to the side. He just feels sick with himself. He wriggles around a little, pulling himself out of the little house and looking up at her with a tired looking eye, giving a soft whine. She absently rubs at the brace and bandages on her nose, tilting her head at him, "Is your eye still bothering you big guy?"

After a long moment, he leans forward, plopping into her lap and huffing and sniffling at her soft female smell. She jumps slightly but doesn't readily push him away. The behavior is odd but not unwelcome. She pauses and then starts to gently pet the back of his head, "I know you don't understand this, but I know you've been through a lot. We are trying to help you though." He only whines in response, pressing his face against her thighs. He closes his remaining eye as he relaxes against her. She only pets him and is surprised when he suddenly turns his face into her hand, lapping at her palm gently. "Oh, now you're being all sweet." He tries to shift up towards her but with his arms bound, he can't move too well. Angelica pats him on the back, her tone slipping into something almost sweet, "I know you're a good boy. And I know sometimes you feeling things and you can't control them. That's what we're here to work on, alright?"

He whines in response, looking up at her with a dirty yellow eye, sniffing at her. He sighs softly against her thigh, just glad to have the muzzle off. Angelica gets a pink tint to her cheeks, "Um…" She can feel the unusually warm breath spreading over her thigh. Finally she clears her throat, a bit flustered, "Well, soon we'll be back to testing. But for now, I think we've both been through enough stress." She gently pushes him away and then begins to get up. He whines, looking up at her with confusion. She can't just sit with him? He struggles to get onto his knees, leaning forward and, in an uncharacteristic show of affection, rubs his jaw against her leg. He loses his balance though and falls forward, face-planting against the padding.

The Hunter groans and rolls over onto his back to look up at her. Angelica can't help smiling lightly, sitting back down, "Alright, alright, fine." She glances past him and spots her clipboard. She smirks slightly, shaking her head, "Well, there's my clipboard. Been having fun with it?" he smacks his lips, almost in response as he peers up at her. She awkwardly bends over, on hands and knees to grab it, her torso disappearing into the Hunterhouse. He sits up as best he can, sniffing curiously. He knows the pose. He knows the smell. But she's VERY unpredictable. She might try and beat him to death with her wood chewtoy. He considers briefly, looking down at his bound arms before up at her offer. Her back end wiggles slightly and, despite his injuries and wooziness he grunts with appreciation.

His brows shoot up at the invitation and he finally manages to scramble to his feet, wobbling unsteadily on his feet. Angelica seems unaware as she snags the clipboard, "HA!" He leans forward, pressing against her raised back end, rumbling suggestively as he grinds against her with a purr. Angelica tries to shoot up and bangs her head against the inside of the small structure. She scrambles frantically, gasping and flustered, and pink in the face. He yelps when she seems to panic and stumbles back, falling onto his ass and scowling up at her. She composes herself and then swings her clipboard, smacking him on the shoulder. He yelps some, scooting back and wrinkling his nose before he scowls at her.

Why invite him if she was going to hit him?! He huffs, suspecting he should have known it and uses his chin and knees to crawl off some before turning his scowl on her again. She raises a finger threateningly, red in the face, "Don't. Do that." He snaps his teeth and grinds them irritably. His face is a darker grey than normal, the beginnings of arousal tenting the front of the CEDA scrubs they'd put on him. Her eyes widen before she lets out a huff and brushes herself off, turning on her heel and heading for the door. Her face has turned even more red as she turns her broken nose into the air. He hesitates when he sees that she's leaving, rumbling and then letting out a loud croon. She turns back to him, scowling some, "I'll be back later." She pushes the door open and exits, turning her face away with a snort. As the door closes, he sighs heavily and flops onto his back with a groan. Damn female.

A/N: Hee hee hee :3

Poor guy. Maybe he should try to be a gentleman instead. That might work better. I don't know though, maybe she LIKES the big bad Hunter XD Guess we'll find out, won't we~~

Have fun kiddies!

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